A Graduation Gift from Jess

Today had been the last day of class and the whole school knew it. No one even had to tell you it was the last day -- you just knew by the way the air hung bittersweetly. Mr. Harding, being the dutiful teacher he was, had stood in the halls and said his goodbyes to his students and wished his graduating students' good luck in their next endeavors. Now, everyone was nearly gone, except for a few stragglers in the field. Even the teachers had mostly left, and Mr. Harding now had the whole second floor to himself. No one would come here for a long time and now, he could finally enjoy some peace for himself.

It's been a long time since it's been quiet, he thought to himself.

A sudden knock on the door startled him from his peace.

"Come in!" Mr. Harding said, clearing his throat.

Mr. Harding watched as first, a soft blue eye appeared slowly in the doorway, then a head of silky, blonde hair, and finally, a dazzling smile. It was Jess, one of his graduating students.

"Jess! What are you doing here? Everyone's left by now." Mr. Harding said.

"I thought it was normal for students to visit their favorite teachers." she said.

"Come in, come in." the high school English teacher beckoned.

Jess was Mr. Harding's favourite student -- she helped others with her work if they weren't getting it, was respectful to him and to her peers, and they often shared jokes with each other during class. Recently, she had had some trouble with her final English essay, so Mr. Harding had given her an extension and helped develop her arguments outside of class. It might have even helped her get into the school she wanted to go to for university. She would be going away in a couple months, to the distant mountains of British Columbia to study in Victoria. Today, she walked in, and Mr. Harding fought hard to avoid looking at her body. She was wearing a tight blue tank top that hugged her slim body and petite breasts. He recalled how her nipples had stuck out from the fabric earlier that day, seemingly begging for touch during gym class. He recalled how he couldn't stop looking. Her short white skirt stopped well above her knees. It was school policy that all skirts had to stop below the knees, but Mr. Harding never enforced it for her, and Jess knew it. She knew she was hot, and she knew Mr. Harding thought so too.

Jess walked forward up to his desk, her skirt swaying gently. Mr. Harding motioned for her to sit down. She sat down with her legs crossed, showing off her toned legs. The teacher's eyes flicked down towards her legs, down towards the space between them, and just as quickly, he looked back up. She had noticed, of course and smiled flirtatiously. Mr. Harding felt himself flush.

"So, what's up?" Mr. Harding asked, playing it cool.

"Well, mostly I just wanted to say thank you is all -- thanks for all the hard work you've put in this year. It can't be easy managing all of us."

"Of course! It's my pleasure. I love teaching all of you. If you ever need help with anything, I'm here. Don't be afraid to reach out." Mr. Harding said.

Mr. Harding relaxed a little, reassuring himself that she was just here to say thanks. On the other hand, he was excited to be alone with Jess.

"I'm not just here to say thanks, Mr. Harding." Jess laughed, putting her hand on his shoulder.

Her hand lingered.

"What else are you here for?" Mr. Harding asked. He was suddenly nervous, sensing what she might do. Even the very thought and the touch of her hand on his shoulder sent blood to his member, now slowly growing.

What the hell am I doing? It's your first year as a teacher! I need to stop this! If you get caught, you're fucking done for, a small voice called out somewhere inside the English teacher.

"I'm here to give thanks too. Do you get what I'm saying?" Jess said, scooting her chair forward so that her legs were touching his.

"J-Jess! This is a bad idea. Stop. Right now." Mr. Harding stuttered.

His heart was pounding in his chest, in his brain, in his hardening shaft. Mr. Harding couldn't help it -- once more, his eyes flashed over Jess' body, now so much closer. Her shapely legs were uncrossed now and were slightly parted. Jess' full lips were parted too, just in the right way that made the English teacher want to rub his finger along them. Mr. Harding looked up and met her inviting eyes and felt his resolve disappear.

"Give me your hand." Jess said, moving her hand from his shoulder to his right hand, which had been on his lap.

Mr. Harding was frozen. He knew it couldn't go any further, but he couldn't stop it. He didn't want it to. He desired her. Jess laid his hand on her thigh, right by her knee. Mr. Harding noticed that her face was flushed, and she seemed to be breathing harder. Somehow, this gave him the confidence to take control. He began stroking her thigh and slowly began to reach higher and deeper inwards, even past her skirt. Jess said nothing. Her gaze was completely focussed on her teacher's hand as it slid closer and closer to her pussy. She could feel herself getting wet, and her nipples were hardening. Jess had slipped off her bra before gym and knew that Mr. Harding had been looking.

Mr. Harding's hand had crept up and he was so nearly touching her panties, so nearly touching her wetness, when he withdrew his hand.

"Mr. Harding..." Jess sighed, disappointed.

"You have a beautiful body, Jess." Mr. Harding said, his eyes feasting on her body.

Moving away from her legs, his hand slid upwards, passing gently over her side, over the grooves of her ribs, until he reached her breast. Mr. Harding first cupped her breast and squeezed both breasts tenderly, which elicited a soft sigh of pleasure from Jess.

"Fuck..." Mr. Harding moaned, lost in desire for his student's body.

Quickly, before completely losing himself, he glanced out at the hallway. No one was there. Either way, he didn't much care. Mr. Harding leaned forward and began to kiss her neck. Jess gasped at contact and gripped his thigh. Her skin looked so soft, and Mr. Harding had always held affection for Jess, not only for her body, but for her compassion and her creative mind. Slowly, Mr. Harding pulled down the shoulder straps of her tank top and revealed her breasts to him. Jess had perky B-cup breasts and nipples that begged to be sucked. Mr. Harding kissed his way down and found his way to her hard nipples.

"Mr. Harding, that feels..." Jess moaned.

He took her left breast in one hand and reached around and held her back to bring her body closer to his with the other. His tongue slipped over and sucked gently on her nipple.

"That feels really good." she sighed in pleasure.

Meanwhile, her hand had found her way to Mr. Harding's cock, which by now was as hard as it had ever been. Jess began to run her hand and squeeze along its length. She was desperately horny, and the feeling of her teacher's penis in her hand drove her crazy. She began moving her hips in her chair, craving more. An idea flashed across Mr. Harding's mind.

"Come here, Jess. Sit here, on top of my desk." Mr. Harding hurriedly moved his laptop and papers out of the way.

"Really? We won't get caught, will we?" Jess said, looking behind her.

"No one's here, Jess, I promise." Mr. Harding said.

He felt a sudden wave of affection rush over him as he took her by the hand and guided her to sit on his desk. It struck him how vulnerable she was then, how vulnerable they both were.

"I'll take care of you, Jess, don't you worry."

Mr. Harding began by running his hands over her thighs. Jess, her chest still naked, opened her legs like an invitation. Feeling more certain and more desperate, their actions grew more and more eager. Mr. Harding reached up and pulled Jess' white panties down. He noticed a wet spot in the center, and this aroused him all the more. Jess' breathing was heavy, and her whole face was flushed. Mr. Harding pushed Jess' skirt back and began to gently lick her. Jess gasped.

"Mr. Harding, mmm, I always know you'll take care of me." she moaned.

Mr. Harding thrived off her words. They drove him crazy. He ran his tongue over her clit and began to suck lightly on it. With his eyes closed, he could only smell her must. It surrounded him and it made him want to bury his face deeper, to plunge his tongue inside. Mr. Harding glanced up at her as she moaned above him. Her eyes were closed, herself lost in the pleasure like he was. She was playing with her own breasts as her chest rose and fell with her moans. With her other hand, she held her teacher's face to her pussy. Meanwhile, his hand was stroking his cock. He could hardly stand how hard he was; he wanted to fuck her badly. Precum flowed out from him as he licked his student's wet pussy.

"Fuck... no one's eaten me out like this before" she said.

Mr. Harding took this as a queue to go further. As he continued to lick Jess' swollen clitoris, he slowly put a finger inside her dripping wetness.

"Aahh! Fuck, that feels good, Mr. Harding." she cried, grinding her hips into his face.

"You're so wet, baby." he said into her, his lips still touching her wet pussy.

Mr. Harding couldn't help but moan into her. He began to thrust his finger inside, at first slowly, and then faster, as Jess' moans intensified, and her grinding hips moved quicker into him. She cried out again when he put a second finger into her.

"Oh, God! Aaaah! Mr. Harding, I'm cumming...!"

Jess' thighs squeezed Mr. Harding's face as she bucked her hips into his face. Her hand kept him there as he hungrily lapped at her climaxing sweetness.

"Aaaah! Fuck, that feels so good!" she cried again, her body shuddering as a wave of pleasure rushed over her.

Slowly, her body relaxed. Mr. Harding withdrew from between her legs, meeting her eyes.

"A+." Jess breathed out, satisfied. Her chest was still flushed, and she hadn't yet had time to catch her breath.

"The pleasure was mine." Mr. Harding replied, smiling. Jess took off her tank top, leaving her in her skirt. Mr. Harding couldn't help but think that she looked beautiful right there, sitting in the sunlight, relaxed and content. Her legs were still open in front of him and her back was arched as she leaned back onto the desk. It was a perfect moment. Abruptly, Jess got down from the desk.

"Now it's my turn." she announced as she pushed Mr. Harding back from the desk and made her way between his legs. Jess got down in her knees and now her head was between his legs. Quickly, she undid his belt and pulled back his pants and boxers. Her eyes betrayed her desire: they were searching hungrily for his cock. Jess reached inside her teacher's boxers and pulled his throbbing member out. Right now, the veins in his cock were pulsing, and Jess could feel the blood flow in her hands. It turned her on immensely. Her gaze was transfixed on it.

"You have a nice cock, Mr. Harding. I want to put my mouth on it..." Jess said, almost to herself, as she began to slowly stroke him.

Jess leaned forward and kissed it. Mr. Harding's penis jumped as it met Jess' lips. Her lips were full and ripe, like peaches hanging in the humid summer air.

"A little excited, Daddy?" Jess said coyly, laughing. In between kisses she gave to his penis, she said "I've thought about this so many times, Daddy, but I never imagined it would happen.

Feeling brave, Jess stuck her tongue out and licked Mr. Harding tantalizingly from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. When she reached the top, she opened her mouth and began to suck on the tip.

"Fuck, Jess, your mouth feels so good..." Mr. Harding let out a moan.

"I always knew you were interested... by the way you looked at me. You couldn't get your eyes off me, could you?"

Jess moaned into him, her mouth now taking more of him. She began to move her head up and down, licking and sucking his shaft as she went along. Right then, she glanced up and his eyes met hers.

"You're beautiful." he said involuntarily.

It was true. Her eyes melted him and kept him there as he watched her blow his world away. Mr. Harding reached out and began running his hand over her hair, her neck, and shoulders. He loved how she looked, kneeling on the ground with her naked back and narrow waist moving under him. Meanwhile, Jess was keeping a steady pace as she continued to suck his length. With her other hand, she played with his swollen balls.

"Grab my hair. I want all of you, Daddy. Fuck my mouth" she moaned.

"Fuck, you're so sexy, baby." he replied.

Mr. Harding gathered her hair and obediently held it in a ponytail. Jess wasted no time. Once more, she took him into her mouth, and went down, until she held all of him in her mouth right to the base. Jess recoiled as his length hit her gag reflex. Instinctively, Mr. Harding began to pull her back, but as soon as he did, Jess held his arm still and went down again. She began moving her head up and down and began to deepthroat him. Mr. Harding let out a moan. After some time, Jess pulled her mouth out. As she pulled out, saliva oozed out of her delicious mouth and onto his pulsating penis. A string of saliva continued to connect them as she pulled away. She laughed, in disbelief at what she had done.

"How was that?" she asked, wiping the saliva back onto his cock.

"Fucking amazing, Jess." Mr. Harding groaned.

A happy smile spread over Jess' face. Without saying another word, Jess began to deepthroat him. Mr. Harding was getting close, and now he couldn't help but begin to thrust into her mouth. Jess stopped bobbing and stilled her head as Mr. Harding took control of her head by clutching her hair. Mr. Harding loved the wet, gagging sounds and the saliva escaping Jess' mouth.

Jess pulled his cock out of her mouth and slowed her rhythm. The frantic deepthroat was now a tender caress. Her tongue swirled around, focussing on the tip as she slowly moved along the shaft.

"Fuck Jess, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum in my mouth." Jess moaned seductively, "Cum in my mouth, Mr. Harding; I want your cum."

Mr. Harding couldn't hold it in anymore. Pleasure took control of him and caused him to shudder and release into Jess' waiting mouth. Jess kept sucking, feeling his cock pulsate in her mouth and then tasted a warm flood of semen. She swallowed all of it. Even though she didn't really like the taste, Jess wanted to do it for him. Mr. Harding groaned as he finished in her mouth, taking in the image of his young, beautiful student taking his cum. Finally, Jess released him from her mouth and his penis fell down, pulsing. Still, he wanted more.

"Come here, baby. Sit on my lap." Mr. Harding said, holding out his hand.

Jess, naked except for her skirt, got up off her knees, and took her teacher's hand. She sat down facing him. They were so close now. Her wet vagina pressed into his hard penis, her breasts nearly pressed into his chest, her mouth so close to his. They were locked in each other's eyes. Jess' glacial blue melted in the warm earth of his own.

"Are we really doing this?" Jess asked, sounding scared for the first time.

"Is this your first time?" Mr. Harding said softly.

Jess shook her head.

"Do you feel okay?" Mr. Harding asked. This was important to him. The question was important for her too.

"Yes." Jess whispered.

Mr. Harding went for the kiss, and Jess met him passionately. Their tongues tasted each other and explored each other's mouths while Mr. Harding explored her back, her breasts, and her skin with his hands. Jess loved his hands exploring her, especially when he caressed her breasts. She moaned into his mouth and began to grind her mound against his length. He wanted so badly to be inside her.

"Mmm, you're still so hard." she groaned. "I love it."

"I love how you feel." he gasped in between kisses.

"I want you inside me, Mr. Harding. I want it. I want it so bad." she pleaded, continuing to grind their sexes together.

Jess stopped kissing him and raised herself from his lap. Taking his length into her hand, Jess lined his shaft with her hole. Jess enjoyed this moment of waiting. She had something that her teacher wanted so badly from her. And it was in her power. In her hands. She could stop if she wanted to and leave this boy with his mouth open, endlessly waiting. But she wanted it, and she wanted it to be him. So, she sat back down, and his cock entered her fully.

"Aaahh!" she moaned happily.

"Good girl." Mr. Harding groaned.

They remained there for a moment, feeling themselves inside each other. Jess' hands were planted on his chest, while Mr. Harding had grabbed hold of her waist. Slowly, Jess started moving up and down, moaning softly.

"Does that feel good, Daddy?" she said.

"So good, baby. You're so tight and wet."

"Mmm, this is my way of saying thank you -- thank you for everything."

Jess began to move faster and moan louder. Her skirt was the only thing she was wearing, and it was jumping with her movement, as were here breasts. At times, Mr. Harding were memorized by them as they bounced in front of him. Mr. Harding kept hold of her waist, occasionally stopping to grab her breast, or her tight ass.

"Aaahh! You feel so big, Mr. Harding. Fuck, it feels amazing!" she cried, riding passionately.

They began kissing again. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside her, to be kissing her the way that they were. Jess was moaning into his mouth as they kissed.

"Keep fucking me, Mr. Harding. I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock." Mr. Harding said. He was close as well.

"Cum in me, Daddy! Fuck! Ah! I'm so close." Jess cried.

Now, every exhale from Jess was a moan that brought Mr. Harding closer and closer to climax. He loved hearing her, moaning like so much pleasure. Jess was riding quickly now. Her face was flushed and concentrated on climax. A small voice returned and shouted 'No! At least pull out!'.

Mr. Harding responded to the voice, saying aloud "I'm gonna fucking cum deep inside you, Jess."

"Aaahh! I'm cumming!" Jess said, as she slammed herself down as deep as she could, crying out in orgasm.

Mr. Harding came at the same time. Hot seed flushed into her, and to Jess, it felt like cumming a second time.

"Oh God! I feel it! I feel your cum, Mr. Harding! I love it." she said.

Jess ground her body into his, as if she was trying to retrieve more of his cum from him. Mr. Harding thrust hard into her as the final shots of cum escaped him.

"Ah, Mr. Harding!" she cried.

They began to relax, their bodies slowing their rhythm together, their breaths and moans subsiding. White semen dripped down from her wet hole. Slowly, Jess stilled, and Mr. Harding held her in her lap as they caught their breaths.

"Wow." Jess said. "Wow."

"I'm gonna miss you, Jess." Mr. Harding said as he held her.

"I'll give you a visit when I'm back." she said, feeling tired.

"You better." he said, laughing.

Jess got up and put her tank top back on, which was left strewn on the floor. She took a moment to gather her composure and flattened her hair with her hands.

"Bye, Mr. Harding." she said, bending down to kiss him on the cheek.

It was a gentle kiss.

"Bye, Jess." he said, not knowing what to say.

Mr. Harding watched as Jess walked out of the room, and out of his life, at least for now.