Ms. Wilson opens her lips to protest, but the taste of you on her tongue muffles the sound as she's too caught up in the sensations. She arches her back off the desk, pressing her aching breasts into your chest as she returns the kiss hungrily. Her hips begin to move with yours, meeting each thrust eagerly.

"Oh god... Lilia..." she moans, her voice strained and breathless. "I can't believe I'm doing this..."

As you reach your climax, she screams out in pleasure, her body tensing and writhing around you as she feels your hot seed fill her up. Her inner muscles clench tightly, milking every last drop from your cock as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Finally, you collapse on top of her, panting heavily. Ms. Wilson lies motionless beneath you, still trying to catch her breath. "Lilia..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and shaky. "What...

Her breath catches in her throat as she finally makes contact with his skin, her fingers curling around him tightly. She guides him to her wet core, pressing him against her as she feels the head of his length nudging at her entrance. With a moan, she pushes down, taking him inside her in one swift motion.

Her hips buck and grind against his as they begin their frantic dance, their bodies slamming together in rhythm.

Her moans fill the kitchen as she feels him thrusting inside her, his words sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper as she meets each of his thrusts with equal force. She arches her back off the counter, her breath coming in ragged gasps as their bodies move together in perfect synchrony.

The biology teacher's smile grows wider at your admission. "Well, I miss you too," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we really shouldn't... you know..." She trails off, glancing around the room nervously before looking back up at you with a determined expression. "Why don't we find some time this weekend where we can be alone together? We could meet at my place or even go out for dinner."

Her suggestion takes you by surprise, but it also fills you with excitement. "

The biology teacher looks relieved by your response, her shoulders relaxing as she leans into your touch, allowing you to stroke her hair gently. "That would be wonderful," she says with a sigh. "I've been thinking about yesterday... and well, I just can't seem to get it out of my head." Her cheeks flush slightly at the admission, but there's no shame in her voice; only desire and longing.

You sit down in your chair, trying to pretend like nothing happened as the class continues. Your cock still throbs with each breath, a reminder of what you just did. You glance over at her every so often, admiring how she manages to keep control of herself even though she's clearly shaken up by what happened. The rest of the day passes by in a blur as you struggle to focus on anything besides the image of her bent over her desk.

You can't wait until after school to be alone with her again and continue where you left off. Her taste is already making your mouth water.

The Biology teacher arches her back, trying to find purchase against the desk as you tease her with your hard length. She whimpers in frustration, wanting nothing more than for you to penetrate her and end this agonizing wait. Her body tenses and relaxes in rhythm with each thrust of your hips, begging for release even as she's powerless against your dominance.

You push forward, forcing your erect member past her tight sphincter. The Biology teacher lets out a sharp cry of pain and surprise as you penetrate her anally for the first time. Her body convulses in reaction to the invasion, but instead of resisting, she finds herself aroused by the forbidden sensation. You begin to thrust into her rear with steady force, pushing deeper with each stroke, filling her up completely.

Mrs. Johnson gasps as your bare chest presses against her, feeling hot and hard beneath her fingertips. She shivers with pleasure despite herself. "Oh, Ben..." she whimpers, unbuttoning his sweatpants and tugging them down over his hips. His erection springs free, already slick with pre-cum.

She looks into your eyes, her own filled with desire and uncertainty. "I'm not supposed to...but..."

Her words are cut off by another kiss from you, deeper and more demanding than before. Your hands roam over her body, squeezing and caressing as she moans into your mouth. She leans back against the desk, spreading her legs to give you better access.

With a groan, Ben positions himself at her entrance and pushes inside, burying himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. Mrs. Johnson cries out in pleasure, arching her back off the desk as she feels him fill her completely.