New Story! (Ms Summers)

Back from an unexpected break! A bit of a spiral left me unable to commit the thoughts in my head to the keyboard and for all those who have stuck with me the last couple months you can never know how much I appreciate you. Xx

"404 Tina Not Found" by Ezhy

While the story below is just a 4k story, it's been the first time in months I've been able to get past my block and slap something together, I hope you enjoy it and I hope your regular content will resume shortly <3 Xx

Ms Summers Ch.01

Dickgirl Teacher x Femboy Student | Powerbottom | Oral | Deepthroat

Ms Summers let a secret little sigh flow shakily from her lips as she lowered herself with deliberate steadiness into the seat behind her desk, feeling both her tension and anxiety wash comfortably away as she did so, settling back in relief. She had made it through another arduous morning lesson without revealing her secret, though it had been closer on more than one occasion than she would have liked to admit.

“Damn this heatwave…” She said softly to herself, making sure not to be overheard as her students filed past in small chattering groups, all niceties and pleasantries, blissfully unaware of their teacher’s secret struggles.

The classroom might have been mercifully safe from the day’s beating sun, the temperature maintained by a hefty AC system throughout the college, but the actual heat itself wasn’t the problem.

She looked up from her desk at the shrinking number of remaining pupils, her attention invariably drawn towards a group of girls, all giggles and smiles in their low cut tops and high cut shorts, their exposed skin glowing with alluring warmth from the sun. She felt a familiar shiver run through her at the almost naked sights and something pulsed ominously against her thigh.

She looked away. She had always thought of herself as particularly strong-willed, typically able to work through her day without her secret burden distracting her. With boys and girls both dressed down for the sun and catching her sweeping gaze throughout the day, the recent constant presence of beautiful figures in their prime was leaving her struggling and she knew she only had to slip up once to be in real trouble.

It wouldn’t have been so bad, she thought, but after her recent dry spell and the way so many of her students followed her with their eyes during lessons it was hard to ignore. Her figure, just on the cusp of being curvy, was enhanced by her impressive standout six-foot stature, her natural size and build gifting her more than ample assets both front and back on what was a well-proportioned body.

That, combined with her beautifully innocent face still youthful in her late twenties, dusky bespeckled brown eyes and perfectly fine brunette hair which she kept tucked back in a prim ponytail gave her younger students something to shamelessly stare at and, she knew, gossip about after class. 

The gorgeous Ms Summers, the spitting image of a woman you'd see painted on the front of a B-52, though a bit taller, a bit bustier and if only she'd let her hair down at least and maybe chew on the corner of her glasses...

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Came a light androgynous voice that startled her, making her jump a little in her seat.

“A-ah, Ryan, sorry I didn’t see you there, I was um, distracted,” she said with a smile, swallowing once as she expertly hid her discomfort, adopting a kind professional look, “Are you finding the lessons difficult?”

The boy, if only just, swept his long blonde hair back over one narrow shoulder and smiled, his expression playful as he glanced impatiently towards the last leaving students, waiting until it was just them and the door had swung solidly shut, bathing them in sudden silence before continuing, a casual confidence in his feminine voice.

“Easy to get distracted with girls like that I suppose,” he smirked mischievously, azure eyes twinkling as he leaned forward on her desk, voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “And I meant your cock, it’s hard, isn’t it?”

“I-I…” She felt her cheeks flushing crimson and fought inside not to panic, folding her hands on her desk to steady them as she tried to maintain a perfectly neutral tone and expression, “I… Have no idea what you’re talking about Ryan, will that be all?”

She looked away from him, down towards a meaningless stack of papers and felt his unwilting gaze on her still, he didn't move.

After a few long moments she steeled herself and looked up again, her eyes a little misty behind her glasses, her voice breaking slightly as she spoke, “I said is that all?”

Ryan pushed out his bottom lip and turned around, Ms Summers swallowed, about to let out the briefest of relieved sighs as she assumed he was leaving, but to her shock he instead lifted himself up, her eyes catching the roundness of his ass for just a moment clad in his tight jeans before it splayed softly out on her desk beneath his waifish weight.

“Mmm, I don’t think that I’m done. Which one do you think would be more willing to go down on you? Chelsea or Rachel?” He grinned, peering at her over one shoulder with an unwavering boyish charm, his t-shirt hugging the slender line of his chest and waist, blossoming out where he sat.

“R-Ryan!” She gasped, shocked by his language even as the image of the two girls flashed through her mind, young and busty both, “That is highly, highly inappropriate! Do you want me to report you?”

“I think Chelsea would probably be easier, she's a bit more slutty, she’d be on her knees for you in an instant, buuuut I think Rachel probably gives better head, and those tits! I bet they’d feel great wrapped around your cock. What do you think?” He continued, kicking his feet idly in the air as he talked, as carefree as could be.

Ms Summers felt her heart racing, his lewd but casual vulgarity firing off a string of lustful and vivid images in her mind, the effect on her length being predictable as it swelled further to attention against her thigh.

She reminded herself that her not-so-secret secret was still hidden beneath the desk and so long as she didn't move she was still safe, but she desperately had to get rid of him.

“This is your last warning Ryan! You can’t talk to me like this and if you don’t leave this instant I will report you to Mr Langley.” She spoke hurriedly, voice flustered and high pitched, obviously rattled.

“Course with Chelsea being such a slut she might put out more than just giving head, you know? I guess the question becomes would you rather bang an easy slut like Chelsea or be treated to a lovely bit of head by Rachel? Oooh but Chelsea is probably more of a swallower! Rachel probably spits.” He poked his tongue out, as if the idea disgusted him.

“Ryan!!” She cried out, exasperation flooding her voice as she slapped her palms down against her desk in a final attempt to dissuade him, “Alright, fine, you want me to report you to Mr Langley, have it your way!”

Ryan stopped speaking and pursed his lips again, turning an all-knowing look on Ms Summers that made her heart skip a beat.

“Go on then.”

“E-excuse me?” She stammered, hands still flat on her desk.

“Go report me then.” He said brightly, hit pretty little lips tugged upwards in a smug little smirk.

“I…” She faltered, falling silent.

“Can’t, can you.” He said matter of factly and she hung her head in defeat.

“N-no…” She said finally, her gaze downcast.

He grinned, “Because your cock is hard.”

She felt her heart sinking in her chest. She hadn’t been careful enough, someone had noticed and now her worst nightmare was becoming a reality.

“What do you want Ryan…” She said, despair in her soft voice, feeling very small despite her impressive height and his petite figure as he sat on her desk, leaning back and looking down over her.

“Well, I’d want to be your Rachel! But I swallow and ride, so, I guess I’m more of a Chelsea.” He said, blowing out his cheeks with a sigh and a smile, reaching into his jeans pocket and producing a bobble in which he skillfully caught his long blonde hair, tying it up into a ponytail of his own as he stood.

“W-what?” She all but squeaked, events moving too fast for her to keep up with as he stepped around the desk towards her, smirking.

“What do you mean what? You want a blowjob or not? Come on Ms Summers keep up.” He smirked, standing off to her side, her lower body still tucked defensively under the desk.

“Ryan, I-” She started but he waved his hand back and forth while shushing her to silence.

“I know, I know, you’re a teacher, I’m a student, blah blah blah moral obligations or whatever, but we're both adults and if I can spot that you have a cock then so will others and while I can't guarantee they won't tell anyone, I can guarantee if you do what I tell you to you won’t have to worry about any surprise boners for at least the rest of today.” He smirked, desirous and confident.

“Y-you can’t ever, ever tell anyone...” She replied softly, her thoughts finally starting to catch up with his words, her expression apprehensive as she remained pensive, waiting on his response.

“Pff, as if I’d tell anyone else you’re packing heat. They’d want to share, especially the girls, but you know they'd gossip, so I guess you're all mine! Now?...” Biting his lower lip he steadily sank to his knees beside her, blonde hair held back and out the way, his bright blue eyes sparkling with lust.

She hesitated, looking towards the classroom door as if it was about to burst open, though she knew from experience it wouldn’t, so instead she shifted her gaze to drink in the sight of him, knelt on the floor beside her, eager and expectant, forceful and confident, maybe even a bit of a bitch, but he knew her secret and there was no way to deny it, the best she could do now was to make the most of the situation and give him exactly what he wanted.

“Finally!” He beamed as she pushed herself back and away from her desk, her cheeks crimson as she revealed the lower half of her body to him, her knee-length dress tight to her thighs as she rotated her chair to face him.

She gripped the arms of her chair as, with a sultry look, he crawled forward between her legs, running his hands up over her skirt, caressing the sides of her thighs through the fabric as he let out a delighted little giggle.

“D-do you really want to do this Ryan? You don’t have to if you don’t want to...” She whimpered, feeling exposed and doubtful.

“Ha! Ms Summers…” he shook his head even as his fingertips slid under the hem of her skirt, hands raising it higher and higher to reveal more of her stocking clad thighs, “I’m the one in charge here. I’m doing this because I want to, not because you want me to. Understand?”

She swallowed and gasped a little as she felt the back of one his hands brush against something hard and thick, a tingle of pleasure creeping up her back. She didn’t understand, but it felt so good and it had been so long. She nodded anyway.

“Good. Now, no more small talk…” He trailed off, peering between her revealed thighs with an intense curiosity, a little noise growing into a feminine gasp and giggle of delight! “Oh my god, Ms Summers! How the fuck were you hiding this all this time?!” 

“A-ah!” was all she could respond as she felt his touch, small and delicate fingers wrapping around the base of her cock, tugging on it to move it clear of the stocking it had been unceremoniously stuffed down.

He let out another delighted gasp as her cock sprung free of its trap, her voice lost to a satisfied moan as cool air and soft fingers caressed her now free shaft. 

“Wow, Ms Summers… No panties at all! You slut.” He giggled, lifting her cock to stare at and admire her two heavy orbs, eagerly leaning in to start kissing at both.

“O-oh god,” She whimpered as his soft lips suckled in little kisses across her smooth sack, her hands gripping the arms of her chair even tighter as he slid her dress further up and under her ass, her cock resting across his face as he tended to her orbs, “Way, ah! Way too hot for panties!”

He giggled again but the noise was cut short by more loud kisses, this time as he worked his way back up the underside of her cock, tasting every ridge and vein, his fingertips tracing up and down her impressive shaft in an infuriatingly light feather touch.

“Shh!” She managed to hiss between muted moans, her eyes half-lidded as she stared down through her glasses and over her large shirt clad bust to the boy's exquisite face, obscured by her twitching length, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she chewed on it.

“Ooh psh, no one's going to hear us~” He sung in a lust-drunk little voice, a slow grin spreading over his pretty little mouth as he kissed his way to her tip, maintaining both his smile and eye contact as he parted his lips, impatiently taking the swollen head of her cock into the intense wet heat of his mouth.

Ms Summers couldn’t help it, she broke in an instant, her eyes fluttering shut as her head lolled over the backrest of her chair, a long now unhindered moan escaping her parted lips as the pleasure overruled all senses, her back arching, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her shirt.

Brimming with self satisfaction at her obvious pleasure Ryan lowered his gaze, his soft lips rolling down over the girthy length of her shaft as he started to suck, his cheeks caving in to hug and caress her cock as he began to slowly bob his head up and down, enveloping her sensitive length in the intense pleasure of his mouth time and time again.

“A-ah, oh fuck, Ryan that feels incredible!” She panted, momentarily catching her lower lip in her teeth as she raised her head, looking down once again at the boy through half-lidded eyes, noticing just how feminine and natural he looked, completely relaxed as he casually swept his mouth down over her now glistening cock, the pleasure indulgent, “Please don’t stop~”

With a low moan and a sharp popping sound he let the tip fall free of his heavenly lips, his sweet little smile returning as he gripped the base of her length with a spare hand, slowly stroking his fingers up and down over her spit-lubed length.

“You want me to keep sucking this thing?” He said with a hint of warning, though his playful look never slipped.

“Y-yes, yes please!” She whimpered, her cock throbbing and pulsing eagerly in his delicate hand.

“Then don’t tell me what to do. Okay?” 

Ms Summers nodded in concession, willing now to do anything he asked, completely at the mercy of the overpowering pleasure and relief he was not gifting to her, but demanding from her.

“Good girl...” He said with a little mocking grin before his eyes drifted back to her length, his mouth practically salivating as his lips pressed against the tip of her cock in a lovers’ kiss.

Ryan let out a loving moan as he swept his head down again, feeling giddy as the spongy tapered tip once again parted his lips, gliding silkily within to drag across his eager tongue, the taste a distinctive mix of pre and a little sweat from her day so far, not that he cared. 

As he settled into a rhythm, taking her large cock halfway into his mouth as he sucked and his tongue swirled, his spit-slick hand stroking and twisting over the lower half in a way he knew would drive her crazy. As much as he wanted this to last forever they were working to a time limit and at this point he was practically craving her seed.

The melody of his light moans muffled by her thick cock mingled in with the wet slick sounds of his mouth as it worked up and down over her shaft, the explicit symphony reaching Ms Summers ears and enhancing her pleasure, the unmistakable sound of one of her students passionately sucking on her cock making her constantly aware of the forbidden fruit she was sampling.

Ryan caressed her plush thigh with his spare hand as he continued to worship her length, varying his technique over the passing minutes between long slow loving strokes to intensely suckling on her tip as it continued to deposit copious amounts of delicious pre for him to swallow.

With his face flushed from the effort he looked up at her, noting the vacant but intimate look in her shimmering eyes as they met his, disallowed as she was from having an active role she had no option but to sit and endure his attention.

“Are you close?” He panted hotly, his addictive lips only leaving her cock for the time it took for the words to leave his mouth, instantly beginning to work her veined length again as he waited for a response.

“A-ah, not yet…” She whimpered cutely, swallowing a lump in her throat as her nails dug involuntarily into the fabric of her armrests, practically clawing at them as her bountiful chest rose and fell in time with her now heavily laboured breaths.

Ryan let out a little snort of disapproval and felt his resolve harden, he was by no means inexperienced with women like Ms Summers and he typically knew how long it took for them to cum. He had friends who wouldn’t have lasted nearly this long and would still have considered themselves to have done well under his skilled efforts. 

While he had hoped her excessive horniness would’ve brought her to the edge quicker, he’d just have to do more to get her there. It would probably hurt a bit, but he was sure he could do it.

As always under her watchful gaze he gripped the base of her cock tightly, once again feeding the thick tip and first few inches into his waiting mouth, inhaling deeply through his nose as he did, preparing himself for what was to come next.

He looked up at her, focusing on her eyes and maintaining the contact as his grip on her cock lessened, both his hands resting on her thighs now as he arched his back, lifting his body up higher so he could press down more, the tip of her cock straining against the entrance to his tight throat for a moment before the pressure grew to be too much and it slid suddenly deeper into his mouth, his plush little lips rolling all the way to the base where they held in a sealed O.

“O-oooh!” Ms Summers cried out in delighted surprise, her hips urging up half an inch to seek more of the new intense pleasure but his hands on her thighs pressed down with insistence, reminding her of her imposed obedience.

The tightness now surrounding her pulsing length was indescribably intense and she could hardly believe she’d been so lucky as to fall prey to his youthful desires.

Despite his practice and skill the size of her length lodged in his throat, after a second or two had passed, made him gag and he pulled himself up and off her cock, gasping in a breath as he did, a few strands of pre and saliva linking his wet lips to her length.

Not one to be put off by a little gagging Ryan swallowed what fluids had gathered in his mouth and drew in another deep breath, engulfing her cock again, letting the vice-like grip of his throat massage and squeeze her length as his tongue danced over the root of her cock, doing what it could to help stimulate her.

He set a slow but deliberate rhythm, pressing down as deep as he could and holding it for several seconds, pulling up only when her girth made him gag or his lungs burned from lack of air. She watched, entranced as he sated their lusts.

Ms Summers felt delicate fingers cup her heavy balls, his gentle caress further coaxing the load that was now building within her, the pleasure of his soft lips, hot tongue and insanely tight throat mounting up, her moans becoming more pronounced and harder to control, her body writhing in its seat as he continued to swoop down on her pulsing cock.

“Ryan~” She gasped, her cheeks flushed with colour, her nipples visibly hard even through the fabric of her bra and shirt as her cock twitched threateningly between his plush now slightly puffy lips.

He looked up at her with knowing, albeit slightly red eyes, his deepthroating efforts having taken its toll on his collected appearance though a glint in his bright gaze reassured her he was not in the business of quitting when he was so close.

They stared into each other's eyes as she gasped and whimpered, her lips parted as her breath came hot and quick, her glasses steaming up ever so slightly as her cock gained a steely edge to it, her balls tightening as a dam inside of her broke, the pleasure in her rising and peaking in a single moment of pure ecstasy, her back arching up off her chair as she came.

Ryan choked on her cock as it hardened and thickened deep in his throat, surprised by the sudden speed and power of her orgasm as it washed through her and into him, the first hot pulse of cum bypassing his mouth entirely, the liquid heat appearing suddenly in his throat to flow down into his waiting stomach.

With a wet slick gagging sound her spit-soaked cock slid free of his throat so he could hold it in his mouth, one hand cupping and squeezing her heavy nuts, persuading them to give him more of what he wanted as his other hand gripped the base of her length, squeezing the lubed shaft, amazed at just how rock hard and engorged it was between his fingers.

Ms Summers held her gaze on the boy in wonder as she watched the exotic sight, his face a mess of spit and pre, his eyes so lustful and hungry as he desperately jerked her off into his mouth, the intense suction and gliding tongue guaranteeing that the following thick strands of her potent seed flooded his mouth.

His low moan around her cock was almost animalistic in the pleasure he was obviously deriving from his conquest and a sharp contrast to her own shakey and high pitched gasps, her toes curling in her modest heels as his little throat bulged once, twice, three times, each time working a mouthful of her essence down into his stomach.

As she settled back in her chair, lips parted and breath escaping in hot pants she closed her eyes, feeling the wonderful relief at finally having some release, a warm body high spreading throughout her nerves as he continued to lovingly tend to her cockhead, milking her for every drop she was worth, his fingers caressing her now spent nuts.

Ryan felt a warm body high spread through him too, though his was more in relation to the copious amounts of deliciously hot seed now ensuring he wouldn’t have to spend money on lunch today. With another fluttering moan he drew the softening cock slowly from his lips, letting it fall between her thighs where he leaned in, nuzzling and kissing it as he looked up towards her.

“A-Ah~ Fuck, you cum like a fucking horse Ms Summers!” He said, then smirked at the irony of his own slightly hoarse voice.

“S-sorry…” She panted, looking down at him, doubt once more creeping into her expression as the mind-melting pleasure receded, unsure of whether or not she should feel guilty, after all, she had just pumped more than a week's worth of pent up cum into one of her pupils.

“Nuh-uh, no apologies, that was the best cock I ever sucked, it was so fucking delicious…” He all but purred and, as if to prove a point, he leaned further down, delicate fingers squeezing her soft fleshy shaft, retracting the encroaching hood of her foreskin to let his tongue catch a final cloudy drop of cum that had appeared on her now shrunken cherry tip, his expression momentarily becoming one of delight as the her flavour once again dominated his thoughts.

Despite the moral conflict that now waged inside her, she knew it was a losing battle and there was no point in resisting it, “C-can… Can we do this again tomorrow?” She asked, voice anxious as she felt his hands leave her now wilted cock.

“Of course!” He grinned broadly, knowing his victory as he stood, purposefully turning to ensure her next view was of his denim-clad ass, “But only because I want to. Understand?”

She didn’t, but staring at his perfect bubbly ass as he began to move away all Ms Summers could do was nod her head, a bright smile spreading over his feminine features as he pulled the bobble from his ponytail, shaking out his fine blonde hair once again, his locks bouncing as he turned his head from her, a definite spring in his step.

“Good girl.”