X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Good Girls Don't Get Caught ❯ Hot for Teacher ( Chapter 2 )

Author’s Note/Disclaimer:

Other than a few boxes of comic books…well, actually, more than a few…I own nothing of Marvel Comics or the X-Men. This is a work of adult fan fiction and is intended solely for entertainment purposes. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended. I make no money off of this work.

This is a work of erotic fiction…or more bluntly, PWP. Each chapter will be a bit different and have a different pairing. Under no circumstances should this work be distributed to minors or those who are otherwise not legally permitted to view such works. Period.

While these are fictional characters and their ages are a bit fuzzy, please do assume that the youngest are of legal age by whatever standards your community uses. Where I live, the age of consent for both genders is sixteen.

Boring legal stuff out of the way? Good. Bring on the smut!

Warnings: For the work as a whole – Graphic male/female sex. Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, BDSM and fetish overtones, spanking. I’ll leave a little mystery as to the contents of individual chapters. Enjoy.

Chapter Two: Hot for Teacher

Logan seemed to have no inkling of my participation in his dream. Even so, I waited almost a week before trying my new trick again. I did wonder if it was possible for me to control any of the action. As Sheila I had only acted the part assigned me…as fun as it was. In retrospect, it was a little frightening to so completely lose my sense of identity, if only for a short while.

My next opportunity arose in the most unexpected place. Colossus the mighty XMan, is really a sweet young man, clean cut, polite to a fault, and with the body of a young god. He was also a very earnest, if not terribly talented student in the American Literature course I taught at the Institute. When I caught the psychic traces of arousal from his sleeping mind, I couldn’t resist taking a peek. Once I caught a glimpse, I wasted no more time dithering.

I was standing at the front of my classroom watching the students file out quickly. I was dressed conservatively, in a white blouse, plain grey skirt and sensible grey pumps, my hair pulled up in a loose twist. As young Peter passed I called him over. “Peter, please stay after class.”

He stood nervously beside my desk as I retrieved a folio from a drawer. Glancing around and finding the other students gone, I stepped to the door. Wondering at myself, I found myself locking it and drawing the shade. Opening the folio, I extracted a sheaf of paper. On the top page was circled a large red “D.” I stepped closer to Peter offering him the graded paper. I could see his adams apple bob as he swallowed convulsively.

“Peter. I’m very disappointed in you. I thought you would have learned more from our time together here.” I leaned back against my desk, perching on its edge. Peter shifted his weight nervously from foot to foot as I looked him up and down. My gaze raked over his hard chest, straining against the thin fabric of his T-shirt, across his taught stomach and finally at the growing bulge in his jeans.

“I am very sorry Jean…Miss Grey. I did try very hard. Please let me try again.” His expression was anxious.

“What am I to do with you Peter?” I tapped my lips with one finger as I continued to study him. “I’ve tried being patient with you, gave you extra time and attention.”

“Yes Ma’am. You have. And I appreciate it, I really do.” He was so eager to please, like a puppy almost. And he was blushing. Adorable.

“Maybe we should get back to basics.” I reached across the desk, stretching, letting my skirt slide higher as my blouse buttons strained. Reaching my target, my fingers wrapped around an old fashioned wooden yardstick. Sitting back up, I slid the yardstick back and forth between my hands a moment, feeling its weight and strength.

“Ma’am?” Peter licked his lips nervously, but the bulge in his pants remained as visible as ever.

“The proverbial carrot and stick.” I gestured with the yardstick for emphasis. “Positive and negative reinforcement…Hmm?” I slipped off the desk and stepped forward until I was inches away from him. I could feel the warmth of his body, smell the fresh clean scent of him. I reached up, placing one hand on the back of his neck, pulling him downwards until I could taste his lips. I kissed him slowly, teasing, nipping at his lower lip with my teeth. He raised his hands from his sides, but did not touch me, as if uncertain if it was allowed. I whispered “Carrot.” Then I released him, stepping back. I slapped the yardstick against my palm. He flinched. “Stick.”

“Yes ma’am.” He whispered. I turned to hide my smile.

“Drop your pants Peter.” I heard the rustle of fabric behind me. I turned to take a look. He was blushing furiously as he stood in his tight, white briefs, with his erection threatening to escape at any moment. His jeans were puddled around his ankles. I walked behind him, taking in the tight, muscular curves of his ass. “The shorts too, Peter.” I reached out and snapped the waistband, just to see him jump. He turned even redder, if that was possible.

I walked over to my desk and moved a few odds and ends aside. I placed the offending paper in the center, face up. Looking up, I could see him standing, hands clenched at his side, obviously fighting the urge to cover his swollen penis. “Good boy. Now lean over the desk and rest your weight on your hands. Keep your eyes on that D and don’t move until I tell you.”

Peter complied, shuffling forward awkwardly until he could reach the desk. I walked behind him, admiring the view as I went, planting each foot firmly so he could hear the click of my heels. I was enjoying this moment, this power I had over him that had nothing to do with either of our mutant abilities. I reached out to touch his hip, sliding my hand across the small of his back. The poor boy was actually trembling! I chuckled silently to myself as I drew back for my first swing.

I was careful to gauge my swings so that the wood landed with a stinging smack across his pale ass, raising a red welt. He gasped, but held firm. I swung again and again, admiring each stripe as it appeared, working first his ass, then the tender skin below it, and finally the upper part of his thighs. With each strike came a gasp. After the tenth he began to grunt. By the time I counted twenty, he couldn’t stay still, his cheeks were almost glowing. Soon my arm grew tired, he was groaning with each strike and panting afterwards. I stopped my punishment and trailed my hand down his hip and below, pressing my breasts against his sensitive backside as I reached for his erection, testing its hardness. He panted as his dick twitched in my hand. He shivered as I let my hand explore lower until I could cup his balls. My exploratory stroking brought such a reaction that I decided to let him cool off a bit.

“Good boy. Peter. Stand up.” I slipped between his warm body and the desk, trailing one hand along his hip to rest on his belly. I sat on the edge of the desk again. “Kneel down in front of me.” I smiled down at him as he obeyed awkwardly. I reached down and slipped the hem of my skirt upwards until the top of my lacy white garters peeked out from underneath. His eyes followed the slow climb hungrily. I watched his tongue reach out to moisten his lips.

“You were so good for your punishment, I think you deserve a little reward. I want you to touch me, Peter. With your hands and your mouth. Show me how much you appreciate all the extra time and attention I’ve given you.” I inched my skirt just a little higher. Then Peter’s hands were on my ankles, stroking slowly higher, tentative at first, then firmer. He gently pressed my thighs apart as he leaned forward to kiss first one, then the other. He took my gasp as encouragement and moved closer, trailing his kisses closer to my center, fingers slipping under the hem of my skirt, touching bare skin beneath. When his questing fingers found the lacy edge of my panties, he looked up for permission. I nodded and lifted my hips as he slid them down carefully, letting his hands caress my legs as he went. He placed the silky white garment on the desk carefully, before returning to his task.

Bolder now, he slid my skirt upwards until my ass was naked on the cool desk. He spread my legs, letting them rest across his broad shoulders as he moved in closer, finally placing a gentle kiss on the wisp of curls at their apex. Now he began to explore my most sensitive areas with lips and tongue. I leaned back on my arms as his tongue delved into the folds of my wet pussy lips, then moved upwards to flick at my swelling clit, making me gasp. He moved back and forth from entrance to clit and until I was panting. I moaned as I felt his tongue go deeper, entering my body, teasing me. I was squirming by now, hips moving of their own will, seeking greater contact. His mouth moved again to my clit as I felt first one, then another finger slide inside of me. He began slowly thrusting them in and out and I heard myself moaning. His mouth closed over my clit, sucking firmly as he drove harder with his fingers. My body began to shudder as my orgasm built. I was vaguely aware of his other hand on my hip, controlling its wild gyrations as my orgasm washed over me.

When I could think again, Peter was gently kissing my inner thighs as his hands cradled my hips. His eyes met mine, questioning. I smiled and sat up, my fingers unbuttoning my blouse. His eyes followed the progress of my fingers, taking in the sight of my tits in their lacy white bra. It fastened in the front, and I released the catch, letting my tits fall free. My hair had come loose from its twist and I pushed it back over my shoulder.

“Very good, Peter.” I crooked a finger at him. “Come here.” He carefully slid my legs from his shoulders and stood, leaning forward as I reached for him. Wanting to feel his body, I tugged at the hem of his t-shirt. Taking the hint, he pulled it over his head quickly, placing on the desk next to my panties. Then his mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding. His powerful hands enclosed my hips, then traveled upwards across my ribs, finally cupping my breasts. I let my hands explore his chest, feeling the powerful muscles, stroking his sensitive nipples, following the lines of his body lower until one hand grasped his cock firmly. I reached upwards with my other hand to draw our mouths closer, deepening the kiss. One powerful arm slipped around me, his hand sliding under my ass, lifting me from the desk as his other kneaded my tits. I had to release his dick to throw my arms around his shoulders as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips, straining. I could feel the head of his cock resting at my slick entrance.

There he stopped, as if waiting for something. My body quivering, I whispered, “Fuck me, Peter. Now.” Suddenly his cock was thrust deep inside me, stretching me, making me cry out. I hung on tightly as he drove me up and down on his hard dick. Soon I could feel the delicious tension of an orgasm building stronger and stronger. As my body began to shudder he pumped even harder. I called out his name as I came. For a brief moment he cradled my shaking body before he began thrusting again, his breath ragged. His thrusts became wilder, less rhythmic, he was grunting with effort now. As he hurtled toward his climax I could feel the tension in my own body building again. I clutched at him as another orgasm shook me. This time he didn’t pause, but pumped harder into my quivering pussy. His dick twitched inside me as he groaned, coming hard. His arms tightened around me as he came, so that I could barely breathe. I didn’t care as I felt the delicious sensation of his dick twitching and pumping inside me as he spurted. Finally, his grip loosened as his softening dick slid free. He set me carefully back on the desk with a gentle kiss.

I sat for a moment, watching him as he began to straighten his clothes. Belatedly, I began to tend to my own, hands shaking. I stood to slide my skirt back down over my hips. Turning around, I spotted the paper that had started everything. The typed words and the grade were now smudged, the pages creased. I picked it up and offered it to him as he slipped his t-shirt on. I cleared my throat.

“Look at this, I can’t grade a paper in this condition. I will give you an extension. You have until Friday.” Peter took the paper with a little smile.

“Yes, ma’am.” As he walked out the door, the dream-classroom faded from my awareness and I was once again back in my own bed. I sighed as I relaxed, luxuriating in the glowing, well-fucked feeling that filled my body. How could a dream be so real? And who knew Peter was so hot for teacher? I know just what wear to class tomorrow….