Miss Roebuck

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Phillip was the last student left in the classroom. The remainder of his senior English class had left, a few laughing as they did at Miss Roebuck's request that Phillip stay behind during lunch. He ran his fingers through his hair, nervous toward what Miss Roebuck was wanting of him.
Chelsea Roebuck stood, her auburn hair flowing toward her shoulders and her green eyes fixed on the last student, then moved to sit on the front edge of her desk. She wore a green button-up, hidden under an orange and black argyle sweater-vest, as well as a questionably short black skirt with dark hose and two-inch heels.
Phil sighed, realizing the purpose of this after-class meeting when he saw the paper Miss Roebuck held – his most recent paper, with a score of 69% written in red.

--Chelsea caught her breath, wondering if she would actually go through with what she was planning.--

“Well, Phil,” Miss Roebuck began, “Do you know why you're here?”
Phillip shrugged, obviously disappointed with himself, and said, “Yes.”
“Phil,” Chelsea said tenderly, “You're capable of much better than this.” She held the paper for Phillip to see.
“I know,” the student responded, “It's just that I have so much going on with basketball and debate and college applications and whatnot. I'm overwhelmed.”
Chelsea smiled warmly, laying the paper down on her desk and uncrossing her legs. “I know, Phillip.”
Phil tried to ignore the incredible attraction he was feeling toward his teacher and the somewhat sensual mood suddenly in the air. Everyone knew Miss Roebuck was the hottest teacher in the school, but she couldn't possibly risk doing anything inappropriate with a student. Or at least he thought.
Miss Roebuck eyed her favorite student for a moment. “Luckily for you,” she said, “I've got an idea for a way you can make up for it.”
Phillip watched as his teacher leaned back on her desk, the bell for lunch ringing in the hall. He saw her subtle yet sensual glance and her legs open only slightly enough for him to get a better look up her thigh to the edge of her hose.

--“No,” he thought. “She can't be coming on to me.”--

Phil gulped, then managed to say, “Wh-what might that b-be?”
Chelsea, too, gulped, her heart racing, then:

“Come here.”

The student did what he was told (though he bumped into the desk in front of his on the way). He nervously gazed at Miss Roebuck – she was insanely attractive. He tried to fight the urge to glance at her awesome C-cups, or her perfectly flat stomach, or her incredible rounded hips connected to fit thighs.
He stopped less than two feet from her. He stared directly into her beautiful green eyes, trying, as always, not to check her out. Chelsea blushed at how obviously attracted to her Phil was. She couldn't believe she was about to do this.
“Well,” she hesitated, and for a moment questioned her decision, before continuing with her plan. “I must tell you that this proposition isn't entirely legal within the boundaries of my job, but --”
“I'm okay with that.” Phil interrupted.
Both Chelsea and Phillip were surprised by this particular outburst. They gazed at each other for a moment before Phil continued, “You can trust me. I won't tell a soul.”
“Okay then.” Chelsea smiled.
“So what is your proposition, exactly?”

Phil shuddered slightly when Miss Roebuck grabbed his hand and pulled it toward her inner thigh. His fingertips gently brushed her hose as, with her hand lightly leading his wrist, his fingers reached the edge of the leggings mere inches from her warm mound.
His other hand moved to the outside of the same thigh, gently moving under Chelsea's skirt. He began massaging the beautifully tight leg, and she ran her fingers up his arms to his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Once within a reasonable distance, Chelsea wrapped her legs around her student. She watched him stare at her legs and her hips with his big brown eyes. Her head moved in closer toward him and her lips lightly touched his neck.
This prompted the student to move in even closer and to reach around to her ass while lifting her skirt to reveal a lime-green thong. Both of his hands grabbed the respective cheeks, squeezing and pulling his teacher closer.
Chelsea felt Phil's erection press against her, causing her to open her mouth and begin sucking on his neck. Phil exhaled sharply as the teacher's tongue moved from his throat to his ear, which she began licking and nibbling.
Phil exhaled again. “Miss Roebuck,” he sighed.
Chelsea was oddly aroused by this formality, so she refrained from telling him to “call me Chelsea.” Instead, she surprised herself by saying, “Say that again,” as she moved one hand down to Phillip's crotch.
He gasped, then whispered, “Miss Roebuck.”
The teacher skillfully unbuttoned and unzipped the young man's pants. Her fingers wrapped around the six-and-a-half-inch shaft, shocked by its two-inch-plus width. She expertly stroked her student's shaft, sucking on his throat as she moved her spare hand downward to her own genitals, where she slipped under her underwear and began rubbing her clit.
The lucky student grabbed one of his instructor's incredible tits, pleased to find that she wasn't wearing a bra. He massaged and squeezed, and felt the erect nipple under her shirt. His thumb rubbed it in pace with her strokes.
“Unh,” Chelsea moaned, “Say it again.”
“Miss Roebuck.” Phillip whispered as his teacher quickened her pace.
.The skilled teacher tugged at the member in front of her as she slipped a finger inside of her wet hole and began pumping it in and out. She began panting into Phil's ear, occasionally licking his lobe.
Phil's spare hand gently pulled down her thong, watching her masturbate before moving his thumb to her clit. His thumb moved across it in circles and strokes while she slipped another finger into her hole.
Chelsea slid her fingers in and out of her wet pussy at the same rate she jerked Phil off. She loved the sound of her fingers slapping against his scrotum.
“Say it,” she demanded one last time.”
“Miss Roebuck!” Phil moaned as his teacher sucked on his neck.
“Oh, yeah,” Chelsea sighed between heavy breaths, her hips now thrusting forward and backwards as she neared orgasm. “Phil – unh – I'm coming!”
“Ah,” Phil grunted, “Almost there...”
“Phil,” she exhaled as she began to climax, “Rub your dick on my clit!”
Ever the good student, Phillip adjusted so that the bottom of his cock rubbed between his teacher's lips and slid across her clitorous, back-and-forth at a quickened pace.
“Oh, fuck!” Chelsea cried out quietly, her orgasm reaching its peak just as Phil exploded onto her mound. She felt his cum run between her legs as the two slowly came to a halt. The bell rang, and Phil began zipping and buttoning his pants.
The young man watched his teacher run her fingers between her legs. “I think we'll have to discuss this paper another time,” she said, sitting up to smile at her student. “How about 3:30, after school?”
“Sounds great,” Phil replied with a smile.