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.

As you begin to thrust into her, Ms. Johnson lets out a sharp cry, arching her back and gripping the edge of the desk tightly. Her nails dig into the wood, leaving little crescents in the paint as she meets your rhythm. Each thrust sends shockwaves through her body, making her moan uncontrollably. You can feel how wet and ready she is, how much she wants this.

Her hands slide down to grasp at your ass, urging you deeper inside of her. "Fuck me harder,"

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin to violently thrust into her, her back arching further and further with each powerful stroke. Her moans fill the empty classroom, echoing off the walls as she feels your cock stretching and filling her completely. Blood trickles down her thighs from where your rough entry has caused tiny cuts in her skin, but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment, this connection with you.