Seducing her Sister's Teacher

Tosca loved National Superhero Day. She loved visiting schools and talking about all the amazing women who were super heroes in their own right, especially those women history conveniently forgot, like Judith Love Cohen, who managed to help rescue the Apollo 13 astronauts while she was in labour, and Harriet Tubman, who escaped slavery and managed to rescue so many others from the same fate.

She loved the way the little girls in the classes she spoke to seemed to grow taller the more she spoke.

She even loved dressing up in the ridiculously tight spandex superhero suit.

But the thing she loved best was getting to spend an hour in the same room as Baxter Edwige.

Baxter was gorgeous, in a nerdy kind of way. His kept his hair short, wire-framed glasses covering his baby blue eyes. He was shy and withdrawn most of the time, except when he stood in front of his class, and then there was a strength about him. People who never saw him teach would never believe he was capable of it. He could calm the class with a look, and though he was always soft-spoken he was able to bring such a power to his voice that made kids listen.

Most of all, he made the children in his class see themselves for what they really were, whatever strengths and abilities they had he brought out, instilling in them a confidence they’d never previously had.

Tosca knew all this, because her younger sister, born when Tosca was seventeen, had been in Baxter’s class, and Tosca has seen for herself the way he’d brought her sister out of her shell and helped her to shine.

She’d fallen in love with him, then.

Now Tosca was twenty-five, and loved him still. Not that he knew it, of course. He was only about five years older than she was, but she’d never been brave enough to do anything about it, until now.

Her session with him was the last class of the day, and she too her time packing up as the children filed out of the classroom, gathered by their parents to head home.

“All packed up then, Miss Quimby?”

“Tosca, please.” She flashed him her brightest smile. “And yes, all done. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Tosca. Yes.” He smiled, his gaze catching hers and then darting away. “I can finish up here.”

Tosca’s heart pounded as she took a step towards Baxter. She dropped her voice a note or two, hoping it came across as sexy as it sounded in her ears. “I’d really like to help. With anything. Anything at all.” She squeezed her breasts together between her upper arms, hoping they looked larger.

Baxter glanced at her, his eyes widening. “I’m sure I don’t need help with anything.” His voice broke.

“Are you married, Mr Edwige?”

He cleared his throat. “You can call me Baxter,” he said. “And, no. No partner at all.”

“No girlfriend? Or boyfriend?”

He laughed. “Definitely no boyfriends, Tosca.”

“It’s so hot in this super hero costume,” she said. “But it’s tricky to get off, do you think you could help me?”

His eyes travelled her body, and now there was a distinct bulge in his trousers. “Surely you don’t have anything on beneath that costume?”

She shook her head. “I brought things to change into. I’d really rather not venture out into public dressed up like this.” She bit her lip.

His pupils dilated, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

He glanced around the room, as though to double check there weren’t any lingering students. The room was empty. Outside, the last of the parents were chatting by their cars, far enough away that they’d never see what was happening inside the classroom.

“Okay.”

She turned around so he could get to the zip. He lowered it to halway down her back, pausing when he must’ve realised she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Keep going. All the way. It’s really awkward to get out of.”

“Mm-hm.” He unzipped further, all the way down to her g-string. He stopped, and stepped back.

She turned around, catching his gaze as she pulled the sleeves of the suit off her arms, revealing her breasts in the process.

His eyes bulged.

Tosca waited a moment, but when he didn’t step away she took a step closer.

“I like you, Mr Edwige.” Somehow calling him by his title made her wet between her thighs. “I always have. I’d like to get to know you better, if you want?”

His gaze flicked from her breasts to her face and back again.

She reached out to hold his cock through his trousers. It pulsed under her touch. “I’d like to please you, Mr Edwige. If you’d like that, too?”

His gaze caught hers again. His tongue moistened his lips.

“I… Well… That is….” He took a deep breath. “If you’re sure you want this, Miss Quimby.”

She grinned, and dropped to her knees. She nudged his cock with her nose, rubbing it through the fabric. Then she looked up at him, holding his gaze as she undid his button and released his fly.

His cock was average size, and she stroked it several times before reaching out her tongue to lick the tip. His whole body quivered.

She looked up at him, catching his gaze as she opened her mouth and took almost all of him in one go. He made a strangled sound, his hips thrusting ever so slightly before he regained control and locked them in place again.

Tosca gripped his hips as she bobbed up and down, pausing now and again to circle the head with her tongue, or suck on the tip.

Baxter closed his eyes, his breath coming in gasps. His cock twitched, cum filling her mouth as he groaned in pleasure.

She licked him clean and stood, resting a hand on the side of his neck and she pressed her lips against his.

He was tentative at first, then when she pressed her tongue between his lips he became braver, searching her mouth, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders, then wrap around her.

She pulled his arms down, placing a hand on each breast.

He closed his eyes, his breath jagged as he rubbed her nipples with his thumb.

“Haven’t you ever been with a woman, Mr Edwige?”

He shook his head. “Not without paying for it.” His cheeks flushed, and a warmth spread though Tosca’s chest. “And even then I couldn’t afford much more than a quickie, and not very often. I’m not very good at approaching women, I’m afraid.”

Tosca tilted his chin so his gaze met hers, and gave him a quick kiss. “Then let’s make sure you get the full deal.” She peeled the costume off the rest of the way, leaving on her g-string for the effect.

He licked his lips, and she sat on the edge of his desk, leaning back on one hand as she spread her legs, stroking her pussy lips with the other.

“I’ve wanted you since you taught my sister a few years ago,” she admitted, gazing into his eyes.

His Adam’s Apple bobbed again.

“I have to admit, I never saw you as a woman until… well, until now.” He blinked a couple of times. “Things get caught in my head, and I don’t see change unless I’m forced to.” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “You’re beautiful, Tosca. I’m sorry I didn’t notice it before.”

She reached out to grab his hand, pulling him closer. “Let’s just make up for lost time, shall we?”

He nodded, his cock already springing back to life. She stroked it a few more times, guiding him closer still so his cock pressed against her pussy.

“Fuck me, Baxter,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Fill me with that cock of yours.”

He held her hips as he pressed his cock against her entrance, groaning as he slid inside.

Tosca played with her clit, rubbing it as he began to thrust, closing her eyes to better enjoy the sensations taking over her body, the pleasure of his cock filling her, his hands gripping her hips, and best of all, that triumph that finally the one thing she’d been fantasising about for years was finally coming true.

“Tosca.” His voice was deep, deeper than she’d ever heard it, and she opened her eyes, holding his gaze as he thrust into her, again, and again, and again.

The pleasure circled, spiralling up her spine, taking over everything until she was aware of nothing but herself and Baxter. She came, calling out his name, supporting herself on both arms now as he let himself go, thrusting harder and faster and deeper until he came again, holding her so tight she wasn’t sure he’d ever let go.

“Oh, Tosca.” He sagged against the desk, leaning over her to press his lips against hers, his kiss deepening as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to sitting position. “That was incredible, I’ve never felt anything like that before.” His voice was raspy.

“It can happen again, Baxter.” She held his gaze. “Whenever you want.”

“Multiple times?”

“As often as you like.”

He knelt between her legs, his fingers sliding over her pussy. “Now?”

She spread her legs. “Fuck, yes.”

He pressed his tongue between her legs and she threw her head back, closing her eyes as the rest of her fantasy came true.

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