This is a high school story, but everyone involved with sexual activity is 18 years old or older.
Matt was an immature kid. Held back a grade twice in school over the years, he was now an eighteen-year-old sophomore in high school, and his brain hadn’t yet caught up to his body in age. Coddled by his divorced mother, who still thought of him as a little kid, he languished way behind other kids his age, and hung out with younger neighbors instead of kids his own age. His father lived in another state, and Matt only visited occasionally. His dad was a bit of a womanizer, which Matt never understood until puberty started to confuse things and his father’s girlfriends started to look more interesting to him.
One day in school Matt’s English teacher, a divorced woman with no children and few friends named Laura Rumster, gave the class a writing assignment to “re-write a classic movie theme in your own style, using yourself as a character.” Matt didn’t watch movies much. He watched a bunch of crappy reality shows on television with his mom, but all they did for him was warp his sense of what’s right and wrong. He had, though, been watching a lot of porn on the iPad his father had given him for Christmas. He was quite taken with the ‘classic’ porn of the eighties — big haired girls with leg warmers and hairy pussies made him harder than the clean-shaven, tattooed girls of today. But he also liked the ‘My dad’s hot girlfriend’ category on the porn sites, for obvious reasons.
The due date for the assignment crept up on Matt, and he found himself with nothing written and no clue what to do about it just ten hours before the morning bus was due to pick him up. He was a half-way decent writer—his father was a magazine editor, so maybe it was genetic—but he was absolutely terrible at getting assignments done. He panicked, poured a tall water glass full of his mom’s sweet white wine after she’d gone to bed, and sat down to write.
With nothing coming to him, and a few big sips of wine starting to work on his young brain, he found himself looking at porn again—a short clip from another one of those ‘dad’s hot girlfriend’ sites. He found himself thinking about it deeper than he had before, and he began to write . . .
My Dad’s Hot Girlfriend, by Matt Stone.
I came home from school and sat down at the kitchen table to write an assignment my teacher had given me. She had big breasts and a nice butt and made me horny when I sat in class watching her, and it was hard to stop thinking about her when I got home. I took my prick out to rub it since no one was home. It got real big, and I didn’t want to mess up my dad’s floor, so I walked down the hall to the bathroom holding my pants up with one hand while I rubbed it with the other hand. I walked past my dad’s exercise room and his girlfriend was in there doing yoga. She saw me.
“Matt, you are home from school,” she said.
“Yes, I am,” I said.
“What have you got there in your hand?” she said.
I was embarrassed and she walked towards me.
“Don’t be embarrassed Matt, that is a nice one. It is bigger than your father’s. Can I touch it?” she said.
“I don’t think my dad would like it,” I said but she put her finger over my mouth and she started rubbing it for me.
“I like it very much and I want to lick it,” she said.
She licked it all over and it went into her mouth and then she took off her clothes. They were yoga clothes and she was nude underneath. She laid down and told me to do it to her and I did it. She yelled “It’s big! It’s big!”
Matt stopped writing. He wasn’t sure if he should use ‘bad words’ like fuck, and pussy, and jizz and ass. He thought about Ms. Rumster, and wondered if she knew about those words. Yes, she must, he thought, because she was an English teacher, and they weren’t foreign words, they were English. He downed the last big sip from his tall glass of wine, and continued . . .
“Fuck me harder Matt!” dad’s girlfriend said, and I did. I had never fucked anyone before, except myself, and I liked it.
“I am going to show you how to do it lots of different ways,” she said.
“My father won’t like that,” I said.
“He will never know, will he Matt?” she said.
I fucked her on top of me, and I fucked her in front of me. I liked fucking her in front of me. Her ass was nice and round and reminded me of my English teacher.
Matt paused from his writing to decide if he should leave the references to Ms. Rumster in his story, and his mind drifted to thoughts of her pretty smile. She was the teacher he had liked most in his long journey through school, and she liked Matt as well, often spending extra time with him to make sure he did okay. Keeping her in the story in a complimentary way, Matt thought, would surely ensure him a good grade on the assignment, so he left her in and continued writing…
When we were thru fucking, she made me hard again with ankara eve gelen escort her mouth.
“Your dad can not do this. I will have to fuck you more often,” she said.
“OK,” I said. “After school would be good, my teacher makes me horny.”
Matt smiled, knowing that last part would please Ms. Rumster. He put the sheet of paper in his notebook and climbed into bed, masturbating furiously as he thought about what he had just written.
“Did you do your homework?” Matt’s mom asked the next morning.
“Yup, Ms. Rumster had us write a movie,” he said.
“A movie? That sounds like fun, can I read it?” she asked.
“No, I gotta run or I’ll miss the bus. See ya later,” he said, and he went out the door with a Pop Tart in his mouth.
Matt’s friend Sarah sat next to him on the bus.
“Did ya do your assignment?” she asked.
“Yeah, it was kinda fun after I got going. A little wine helped,” he said with a smile. “What did ya do yours on?”
“I did like a Harry Potter kind of thing, with me in the female lead,” she said. “It’s really hard writing fantasy, I don’t know how Ms. Rumster’s gonna like it. She always grades us girls lower than you guys anyway.” Sarah paused. “You know she’s got a thing for you, right?”
“She does not!” Matt said. His gaze drifted out the bus window, looking at the passing houses, and he thought about how good it felt to masturbate while thinking about his teacher late last night.
“It’s ’cause your older…and you’re hot,” Sarah said, looking embarrassed after she said that last part. “So what’s your story?” she asked.
“Just a kid from the suburbs, tryin’ to get by,” he smiled.
“No, your assignment!” she said, shaking her head and smiling. “What movie did you do?” She couldn’t help smiling at Matt. He was older and more mature, on the outside at least, than the other boys she knew, and she’d had a crush on him for a long time.
“Oh,” he said as the bus pulled up in front of the school. “It’s a ‘My dad’s hot girlfriend’ kinda thing.”
Sarah thought for a moment, and looked puzzled.
“I musta missed that one,” she said, and they got off the bus and joined the swirling mass of humanity heading into the school.
When English class ended, Ms. Rumster asked the kids to turn in their assignments, and they all tossed them into her inbox as they passed her desk on the way out. She smiled at Matt as he and Sarah walked by.
“See, I told ya,” Sarah said as they joined the noise and chaos in the hallway between classes.
“Told me what?” Matt asked.
“Ms. Rumster. She likes you,” she said.
“Get outta here,” Matt said.
“So what’s that movie you said you wrote about?” she asked. “How come I missed that one? Is it old or something?”
“No, they’re on all the time,” Matt said. “You watch porn, right?”
Sarah’s eyes got huge, and her mouth opened wide.
“PORN?” she asked, way to loudly, and a bunch of kids laughed. “Matt, tell me you didn’t write a porn movie!”
“Yeah,” he said, suddenly second guessing himself. “But it’s cool though. I put Ms. Rumster in it…she’ll like that, right?”
“Fuck Matt!” Sarah said, looking horrified. “You should go get it back. I’m late, I gotta go to class.” She shook her head in disbelief and walked away with the steady stream of kids. She knew Matt was a little slow on the uptake, but this took the cake.
Matt stood there, starting to worry he had crossed a line he shouldn’t have. He decided to go and ask Ms. Rumster for it and try and write another one by the end of the day, but her room was locked and she was gone. He went off to gym class and quickly convinced himself Sarah had overreacted.
Laura Rumster sat in the teacher’s lounge, snacking on a plain donut and a cup of sugary coffee as she graded papers. Sarah’s fantasy movie theme was only good enough for a C minus grade, and Matt’s paper was next on the pile. She saw his name as she reached for it, and her mind drifted for a moment to his blue-eyed smile and his lean soccer-player body.
“Oh no!” she said out loud as she began to read the first passage of Matt’s story…
I came home from school and sat down at the kitchen table to write an assignment my teacher had given me. She had big breasts and a nice butt and made me horny when I sat in class watching her, and it was hard to stop thinking about her when I got home. I took my prick out to rub it…
“You all right Laura?” one of the other teachers asked.
“Oh… yeah,” Laura said, obviously flustered.
She looked at the paper again and a tremble went through her, a feeling she thought was long gone, a feeling that took her completely by surprise. After reading the first passage again she snorted out through her nose, enough to warrant a tissue and a splash of cold water on her face, so she tucked the paper away in her stylish messenger bag and went to the teacher’s gaziosmanpaşa escort ladies room to get herself together.
It was the first time in her long career that she had felt the solid hit of attraction toward a student. Oh sure, she had thought about certain boys, mostly in an ‘oh he’s cute’ sort of way, but she’d never felt a visceral physical reaction to a student before. She was always kind of glad she taught tenth grade English instead of the older kids, because some of the boys mature physically to the point of being very tempting, as some of her colleagues who taught seniors had told her.
Matt was the oldest student she had ever had in class, having turned eighteen just recently, and beyond being tall dark and handsome, with those piercing blue eyes, he was a sweet kid. As she looked in the mirror in the ladies room the words he’d written flooded back to her again—it was hard to stop thinking about her when I got home. I took my prick out to rub it. She had to read the rest.
Walking back through the lounge, she picked up her messenger bag and went out to her car. She had half-an-hour before her next class and needed privacy. As she read the rest of the story her body had another visceral reaction—her pussy was wet. Being on hormones for early onset menopause she truly thought her sex life was over, and here, out of the blue, a few simple words on a page were making her horny.
She put the paper away and tried to think what to do. She knew what she wanted to do—she wanted to fuck Matt every possible way a person could. She’d always assumed he was a virgin, because he never talked about sex the way some of the other kids do, and he hung around with Sarah at school and Laura was pretty sure she was still a virgin. But the story Matt wrote—could that have actually happened with his father’s girlfriend? She doubted it, but… wow, the whole thing was just crazy, and she had a class to teach. She got herself together and went back inside the building.
As she taught the rest of her classes that day Laura’s mind wandered. Matt’s words—’big breasts’, ‘nice butt’, ‘my English teacher makes me horny’—kept coming back to her, and she suddenly saw her male students differently. Were they looking at her body? Were they thinking about her sexually? Now that she was looking for it, she noticed some of her more mature sixteen-year-old boys were indeed looking at her ‘that way,’ and it made her tingle a little. Not as much as Matt’s paper did, but a little, and it was a whole new feeling for her in the classroom.
By the end of the day she was exhausted. Her mind had been working feverishly all day and it wore her out. She wasn’t thinking clearly and needed to get home. A staff meeting after school had only made things worse. As she walked to her car she noticed Matt sitting on the curb, waiting for a friend to pick him up after soccer practice, his hair wet from a shower and a gym bag by his side. Without even thinking about what she was doing she walked to him.
“Hey Ms. Rumster, what’s up,” Matt said in his usual friendly way. The casual sexiness of his manner disarmed her, as it usually did.
“Matt, that story you wrote…” she said without thinking through how to continue.
“That one’s worth an ‘A’, right?” Matt said with a smile. “I mean it’s not often you find yourself in someone’s story right? Or maybe guys write about you all the time…that wouldn’t surprise me much.”
His sexy blue-eyed smile grabbed a hold of her brain and twisted it into knots.
“Matt you can’t write that kind of thing in high school,” Laura said. “I’m going to grade you on it, because you did the work, but I’m not going to give it back to you. We can’t risk having anybody see it, okay?”
“Okay, I guess,” Matt said. “So you didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that. It’s very flattering that you wrote about me that way,” she said and a red blush flushed across her face and neck. Her nipples hardened, and she was glad she had on a thick bra.
Matt’s cell phone buzzed, and he looked at his text.
“Crap,” he said. “Looks like I’m walkin’ again. I’ll see you tomorrow Ms. Rumster. Thanks for bein’ cool.”
“I can drop you off,” Laura blurted out without thinking. “Where are you going?”
“I live over in Westfall. Oak Street,” he said.
“Oh for heavens sake,” she said, “I’m in a condo right over on Linch, just two or three miles from you probably. Come on, I’ll drive you.”
They got into Laura’s Mini Cooper and zoomed out of the parking lot, getting a few looks from some students still milling around.
“So Matt, I’m afraid my curiosity’s got the best of me,” Laura said as she drove, knowing she was pushing the boundaries out even farther. “Is the story you wrote true?”
Matt though for a moment and realized there was no time like the present to come clean on his attraction to Ms. Rumster.
“No, except for the stuff about you,” he said.
“Oh,” Laura said quietly as her face ankara grup escort flushed red again, and that same tremble she felt earlier rippled through her body. The combination was the closest she’d been to an orgasm in a decade, and she took a deep breath and said something she immediately knew she shouldn’t have said. “Would you like to come home with me for a little while?”
She looked over at Matt, with the seatbelt crossing his muscular chest and his blue eyes twinkling. He nodded and smiled, and her heart just about leapt from her chest. This was dangerous ground, but the ball was rolling, and it was gaining momentum.
“Oh fuck Matt! Give it to be baby!” Laura said, nearly unable to speak through her panting breaths.
Her head was spinning and she didn’t even know the words were forming or being said—they just flowed out of her mouth without thinking.
“Your fuckin’ cock! Oh my god I love your fuckin’ cock!” she said as Matt thrusted deep into her from behind.
Matt’s head was spinning too. His sexy teacher’s naked hips were in his hands and he was fucking a girl—a real woman—for the first time. He was lasting pretty well because he had already cum, a violent gush that exploded out of him when Lara’s hand first touched him. Two soft strokes with her slender fingers was all it took, and he gushed all over the dress she had worn to school. It felt so much better than when he did it himself, and he was overwhelmed by the sensation and couldn’t even begin to hold back—the powerful orgasm ripped through him and even Lara was taken aback by how deeply it rocked him.
The first thrusts into her pussy were overwhelming too—if her hand felt so much better than his own, how could her pussy feel ten times better than that? It didn’t compute, but he soon stopped thinking about it and let instinct take over. After the quick hand-job, Laura had stripped off her soiled dress and knelt in front of Matt, taking his sticky, semi-soft cock into her mouth. It all happened so fast Matt could hardly keep up with the sensations, and then, without him even knowing quite how it happened, she was down on the rug and he was fucking her from behind, holding tight to her fleshy hips.
“I love your fuckin’ cock!” she whimpered again.
Matt didn’t even realize he had an above average sized organ, but Laura knew as soon as she saw it. “Oh Matt!” she said when his pants first came down. She knew letting him fuck her from behind—with her ass in the air and her head on the soft rug—would take full advantage of his length, and she was loving every millimeter of it.
“God!…Oh God!” she groaned as an orgasm started to build. A real orgasm, from a real cock, not some squirming from a dildo, which is all she seemed to be able to manage for the last ten years or so since her marriage broke up.
“Don’t stop Matt! . . . Don’t fuckin’ stop!” she said in a breathless whimper.
Matt didn’t plan on stopping. He had already cum again deep inside his teacher, but the heat of the moment kept him hard and he pumped on, hoping he could keep going forever. His long cock plumbed Laura’s depths, and his pelvis slapped into her ass in a loud rhythm as all the stamina training his soccer coach had put him through finally came into use.
Laura was flying inside, her body on auto pilot, spinning wildly, one moment in control, the next moment completely out of it. Matt kept going and going and going, and she’d never felt such a powerful windup to an orgasm before. When it finally overwhelmed her it was monumental, all sense of what was happening left her, and she mumbled and drooled saliva on her rug like someone having a stroke. Matt had never seen anything like it. When she stopped moving he slowed his assault, and her exhausted body finally went flat on the rug, leaving Matt on his knees with his bright red cock bouncing youthfully in the air.
“Ms. Rumster? Are you okay?” Matt asked.
“Laura, Matt,” she giggled, barely able to speak. “Jesus Christ, call me Laura.”
“How’d practice go?” Matt’s mom asked. “The coach keep you guys late today?”
“Just me,” Matt said with a hint of a smile. “I had some new positions to learn.”
“I hope you’re working hard. You know what your dad always says, repetition is the best way to get good at something,” she said.
“I gave it everything I had today,” Matt said. “It felt great. I might have to put in some extra time though, to get better at it.”
“That’s fine dear,” she said. “As long as you’re home before dinner.”
“Okay, you did some good work this time people,” Laura said loudly as she handed out the graded papers the next day at school. “Matt,” she said quietly as she walked passed him, “I’m afraid I’ve misplaced yours. You got a B minus though, okay? Pretty good job.”
“So she ‘lost’ it huh?” Sarah said with a smile in the hallway after class. “What’s up with that?”
“I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more often, they’ve got so many papers to juggle, you know?” Matt said.
“Uh huh,” Sarah said sarcastically, with a ‘what the fuck’s going on’ look in her eye. “You got somethin’ you wanna tell me?”
“How old are you Sarah?” Matt asked.
“Sixteen. I’ll be seventeen in three months. Why?” she said.
“That sucks,” he said, admiring her sweet little body.