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The bickering parents left the classroom, their faces like thunder. Mr Tait relaxed once more and breathed a sigh of relief. He could still hear them arguing venomously as they stalked away down the school corridor exchanging insults. It was rather sad he reflected idly, how some parents simply refused to accept that their little darlings were absolute monsters.

The pupil in question, Mark Wainwright, was a lazy, unintelligent bully; but as far as his parents were concerned, the sun shone out of his fat backside. Sadly exam results did not back up this rose-tinted opinion. It was fair to say that Mr and Mrs Wainwright had been shocked to see just how far behind their little cherub had fallen. Naturally they blamed Simon Tait, his teacher. Consequently Simon had just endured had the worst twenty minutes of his career.

Oh well, he sighed philosophically - only one more of these damned interviews to go and he could pack up his books and leave for the evening. He was looking forward to another evening of doing fuck-all in front of the television. Even mindless drivel on Sky was an improvement on the horror of parent's evening.

Now, who was last on his list of parents to see? He scanned the sheet of paper on his table and saw that Kerry Jones's mother was supposed to be his final appointment. As it was already five minutes past the allotted time, it seemed she might be a no show. He felt a sudden twinge of disappointment when a vision of her from the last Sports Day popped into his mind and remembered that she was actually rather hot.

Oh well, she wouldn't have stayed long anyway. Kerry was an exemplary pupil who always worked hard and he probably would have been struggling to think of much to tell Mrs Jones. Or was it Miss now? He seemed to recall something about a divorce last year.

He was just beginning to pack his books and notes away when the classroom door burst open and Mrs Jones dashed in apologising profusely. "I'm so sorry I'm late," she said in a rush. "Traffic was awful on the bypass and, well you know how it is..."

Simon was momentarily lost for words. He found his attention focussed on what she was wearing rather than what she was saying. The fact that this extremely sexy woman was the mother of one of his pupils suddenly seemed slightly irrelevant in the greater scheme of things.

She sat down in front of him with her short skirt riding high on her tanned thighs and her blonde hair in two beguiling plaits. Her lips were painted glossy pink and as he watched mesmerised, a tongue flicked out to moisten those same plump lips. Helplessly his gaze fell lower and he found himself unwillingly drawn into a heavenly cleavage of generous proportions. Mrs Jones's ample bosoms threatened to burst out imminently from the confines of her tight pink blouse, the top button of which was teasingly undone.

"Mr Tait, are you okay?"

Belatedly Simon realised the temptress was talking to him and he determinedly attempted to clear the fugue from his brain in order to formulate an intelligent response. "Er...yes, sorry -- I was miles away there!" he apologised with a weak smile, hoping like hell she couldn't see his erection beneath the low table.

"Well if you don't mind me saying, you look awfully flushed..." Mrs Jones said with a faint trace of a smile. "Maybe you're coming down with something?" She crossed her legs again and Simon was treated to a teasing glimpse of an inner thigh.

This was pure torture and he could feel his attention drifting away on another lustful adventure. He coughed and forced himself to concentrate on his notes. "Right then Mrs Jones, thank you for coming tonight."

"It's Ms actually," the woman corrected. "I'm divorced now."

"Oh I see -- sorry about that!" he replied sympathetically, privately thinking that this was actually good news. The thought of her husband arriving in the next few minutes was an unwelcome one.

"Don't be sorry - I'm not. Oh and call me Rachel please."

"Okay Ms...sorry Rachel, let's talk about Kerry," Simon said in an attempt to finally pull the interview back on track. Frankly it was a struggle; half of his brain was still smothered in her lusciously inviting décolletage.

Fortunately he managed to retrieve enough information from the recesses of his memory to be able to discuss her daughter over the next ten minutes although really there was very little he could tell her beyond the fact that Kerry was doing well and had no problems whatsoever.

"She's a lovely girl," he found himself telling Rachel with a smile. "The only thing I could possibly suggest would be that she brushes up on her algebra. I have some revision textbooks she could borrow that might be of some use."

"Thanks Mr Tait, that would be great," Rachel said leaning forward slightly with a gracious smile.

Once again Simon felt his gaze sliding south and he reminded himself to concentrate on her face. "I'll just go and fetch them for you," he said hurriedly. He needed to put some distance between this femme fatale and himself. She was much too sexy...

The cupboard was dark and the light bulb appeared to have blown. He knew the book he was looking for was in here somewhere, but he was damned if he could see it. Muttering crossly he pulled a pile of papers off the shelf and swore when half of them fell onto the floor.

"Need a hand?" asked a soft voice. Startled, Simon spun round to find Rachel stood framed in the doorway, a mischievous grin on her pretty face. She licked her lips and waited for his reply.

"Er no, I think I can manage," he stammered, feeling a hot flush heating his skin.

She took no notice and bent down to retrieve the fallen sheets of paper. Simon watched entranced as she stood back up and stepped towards him to place them on the shelf. He caught a whiff of sweet perfume mixed with something infinitely more feral and his cock swelled up again within the confines of his trousers.

"Thanks," he said in a strangled voice. The cupboard suddenly seemed unbearably claustrophobic.

"No problem..." Rachel replied huskily.

She deliberately brushed up against him and in the dim light he clearly saw the trace of a predatory smile. He felt the tips of her breasts pressing into his arm and a surge of heated lust shot through his veins like fire. Reason was rapidly disappearing out of the classroom window, swept away on a wave of carnality.

"I think we should—"

His desperate attempt to prevent the inevitable was smothered by Rachel's hot mouth pressed urgently to his, her tongue thrusting between his lips and her body pushing him backwards against the edge of the shelf. The sharp wood pressed painfully into his back, but he didn't care. All he cared about was the taste of this siren as she plundered his willing mouth.

He knew that fucking the mums was strictly against school policy, but the risk he was taking failed to impact on his fevered brain. His only thought at that moment was whether or not she was wearing underwear, and if she was, how quickly could he remove it.

The door closed slowly behind her and the light in the cupboard was reduced to a faint glow. Rachel rubbed herself against his hard cock and he was unable to stifle a tortured moan. This was sheer agony -- his balls were aching unbearably and he wondered just how much stimulation he could endure before he exploded in rapturous pleasure

Managing to tear his lips away from her mouth long enough to suck in a ragged breath, Simon reached up to cup the generous swell of her breasts. Her nipples were deliciously hard and she whimpered when he rubbed his thumbs over the swollen crests. The small buttons that held the fabric of her blouse together, strained tightly. It was a wonder the buttons hadn't popped open under the pressure, he thought irrelevantly.

Kissing her neck, he feverishly began to undo the buttons and the blouse fell apart, revealing a pale lace bra. Her luscious breasts threatened to spill over the edge of the delicate lace cups and he bent his head to lick the creamy flesh as he caressed her body with his hands. She made small moaning noises as he sucked and nibbled all the skin he could reach.

Although the light was dim, he could just about see that her bra was a front fastening one and with a triumphant smile, he undid the catch allowing her magnificent boobs to be freed for his delectation. She cried out when he fastened his hot mouth around one taut nipple, sucking hard as he rolled the other peak between his finger and thumb.

Suckling and nibbling on her tits, he ran his hand up her leg and reached the juncture of her thighs. She pushed her cunt towards his fingers and he felt the moist heat emanating from her core. Just the thought of sliding his achingly hard cock into her wet channel was almost enough to finish him off prematurely.

The algebra textbook he had been searching for belatedly caught his eye and it was enough to briefly dampen the flames of passion. "Rachel, I think maybe we shouldn't be doing this," he said extremely half-heartedly, his hand hovering at the edge of her knickers.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, her cheeks flushed and her breathing laboured. "Don't you want me?" she asked in a husky voice, reaching down to grab hold of his erection with one small hand.

Clearly the evidence suggested that he did want her badly so he could hardly deny it. "Er...it's not that," he muttered, trying desperately to concentrate on a single rational thought. "It's just that you're a parent and I'm your daughter's teacher -- it's kind of wrong..."

"You think too much Mr Tait," Rachel muttered, deftly unzipping his trousers and reaching inside his shorts. The feel of her hand wrapped round his swollen shaft cut off any more protests he might have made. Resistance was futile -- this woman had a need and he was obviously in a position to assuage it.

The Headmaster was always twittering on about maintaining a healthy relationship with the parents. Maybe this wasn't quite what he meant, thought Simon recklessly, but hell - it was a damn good start!

Abruptly, Rachel dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts down thus allowing his cock to spring free. He felt her warm breath tickle the sensitive glans and he sucked in a shaky breath, anticipating the feel of her warm wet lips around his hard dick. He wasn't disappointed when her mouth enveloped the end of his cock and sucked the drops of pre-cum that were beginning to ooze out.

Simon closed his eyes helplessly and leant back to enjoy the feel of his cock being sucked and licked voraciously. It felt divine. It felt like he had unexpectedly died and gone to heaven. It also reminded him that it had been much too long between girlfriends. It was no fun being celibate and he had allowed work to dominate his life for too long. Well not any more!

Rachel cupped his balls in her hand and gently stroked the soft skin. He could feel the pressure rising inexorably and he reluctantly pushed her away.

"No more," he hissed. Grapping one plait, he pulled her back up and reached for her breasts again. God they felt good. He could have happily spent all evening playing with her tits.

Simon kissed her neck, tasting the subtle flavours of her skin. He could smell the arousal coming of her in heated musky waves and he yanked her skirt up to explore between her legs. She yelped when he brushed his fingers over her sex. She was practically dripping, the moisture oozing out and soaking through her knickers.

"Oh that feels good," she gasped when he brushed his fingers over her clit. She shivered under his touch and he squeezed her breast with his free hand, enjoying the way she moaned in his ear.

Sliding beneath the lace of her knickers, his fingers dipped into the molten folds of her pussy. Rachel squirmed as he slid two fingers inside her channel and his cock ached intensely at the thought of following the same delicious path. He rubbed back over her clit, bending to take one rosy nipple between his teeth.

Moaning harshly, she pushed down on his hand and threw her head back. Her breasts were thrust into his face and greedily he sucked every available portion of creamy flesh. Panting and moaning even louder, she grabbed his head and pinned it to her bosom.

"Oh fuck!" she yelled harshly. "I'm gonna cum!" With a shuddering groan, she froze for a moment, before releasing a long keening cry of pleasure when her orgasm broke and flooded her body with pleasure. Simon felt the warm rush of moisture and briefly shut his eyes to try and restrain his own needs.

"I want you to fuck me now," Rachel whispered as she slowly stopped shaking. "Fuck me from behind..."

She kissed him lingeringly before turning round and presenting her bottom invitingly. The small amount of light from the doorway cast a spotlight over her arse and Simon licked his lips in anticipation. He pulled her knickers down and paused for a moment to enjoy the view.

He took his cock and gripping it hard, he pushed the sensitive head between her wet pussy lips. He could feel her muscles squeezing him tightly and he gritted his teeth as he finally stopped deep inside her, his balls resting against her bottom cheeks.

"Go on, fuck me hard!" she implored encouragingly.

"Oh god!" he gasped as she pushed back against him. Reaching round, he grabbed her breast and began to thrust into her hard. She met him at every thrust and he tried desperately to think of boring stuff just to prolong the exquisite feelings she was invoking. Their bodies slapped together and he felt his balls tightening in anticipation of cumming.

"I can't last much longer," he warned with a tortured groan. Reaching down, he rubbed her swollen clit, his fingers slick with her juices. Rachel cried out and he felt the fluttering of her pussy as it clenched round his cock.

That was it -- he couldn't hold back any longer. With a growl he came hard, firing spunk high inside her cunt, his cum pumping out in heady waves of blissful pleasure. For a dazzling moment, all his rational thoughts were obliterated as he forgot where he was.

Slowly he came tumbling back down to earth and realised with belated guilt exactly what he had done. Oh the shame... He felt his cock slide wetly from Rachel's pussy and he quickly tucked it back inside his trousers. What the hell was he doing!

Rachel turned round and kissed him lingeringly. "Thanks for that Mr Tait!" she said softly. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest like pillows and instantly he felt his desire reignite.

"Rachel..." Simon said regretfully. "We really shouldn't have done that..."

"Didn't you enjoy it?" she asked innocently, her eyes twinkling in the pale light from the classroom.

"You know I did," he was forced to admit. "It's not that -- I just feel like I'm taking advantage of the situation."

"As I said before," smiled Rachel; "You think too much!" She quickly pulled her skirt down and refastened her bra and blouse. Simon opened the door of the cupboard and turned to stare at her. Other than the telltale flush of her cheeks, he would never have guessed that she had just been fucked senseless. He watched her as she walked back towards her bag and jacket with a jaunty wiggle of her bottom.

A loud voice boomed from the doorway of his classroom and startled him. "Mr Tait!" Shit -- it was the Headmaster!

"Mr Tait is just fetching me a text book," he heard Rachel say sweetly.

"Well could you ask him to stop by my office when he has a minute -- I need a quick word," the Headmaster asked her ingratiatingly.

Simon heard the door close again and he breathed a shaky sigh of relief. The last thing he needed was the Headmaster catching him with his trousers down. God how close they had come to being caught! He suddenly felt faint at the prospect of the Headmaster walking in on him fucking Rachel in the stationery cupboard.

"You can come out now," she called out dryly.

Nervously he emerged from the cupboard with the algebra textbook in his hand. "Here's that book for Kerry so that she can practice her math," he said. "If she needs any extra help, let me know."

"And if I need extra help again -- can I let you know?" Rachel asked mischievously.

Simon smiled despite his misgivings. He had to admit the whole encounter had been fun. "That would be fine by me," he said with a grin.

"In that case, I may need some 'help' real soon!" she winked. In a flash she was gone, and he was left with a pile of notes and the prospect of a chat with the Headmaster to look forward to.

* * *

"Sir?"

Simon looked up from marking endless homework assignments to see Kerry Jones stood in front of his desk. "Yes Kerry?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Note from my mum, Sir. She said it's about the text book you promised to order." The girl passed him an innocuous sealed envelope and Simon took it trying to keep a neutral expression plastered on his face.

"Thanks Kerry," he said evenly. "You can go out for break now."

He waited impatiently until the last of the stragglers had filed out into the corridor and he was blessedly alone. With shaking hands he prised open the plain white envelope. Inside was a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. A short note invited him to ring the number at his leisure.

He quickly punched the number into his mobile phone and saved it. Screwing the paper up into a tiny ball, he lobbed it into the bin beside his desk. Fucking Kerry's mum might not be school policy, but he knew damned well he would be ringing that number at the first opportunity. She was just too irresistible and he was so very weak-willed...