As Edward took another mouthful from his bowl of soggy, insipid cornflakes, sitting isolated from his fellow peers in the grand dining hall of Trinity boarding school for boys he observed his surroundings, marveling at the grand structure of the building, the dizzying heights of the ceiling, the breathtaking interior, the expertly crafted Medieval architecture sweeping through the hall, when suddenly, his ear caught a sharp and familiar sound. His head quickly twisted to his right, where he saw a table full of known faces at the opposite end of the hall. There sat a group of loud and obnoxious boys in Edwards class. With Edward focus now tuned into their conversation which howled throughout the entire vicinity, he heard the group of boys roar with laughter as they exchanged crude stories and rumours of their peers and teachers. Full of arrogance and pretentiousness, Edward despised them not for what they were, he could tolerate their boisterous demeanor well enough, but for their public ridicule and lack of respect towards those who were undeserving of such abuse, that was harder for Edward to swallow, particularly with regards to one teacher - Miss. Swan, Edwards English teacher. And at that moment, he heard the boys slander that very same person.
"I heard she wears a tight, black thong. I reckon she's dirty enough!" Proposed one of the boys.
"No, no. I've seen it myself, she loves to wear a pair of skimpy purple boy shorts, trust me lads!" Insisted another.
Edward began to feel enraged with their flippant words. Yet he merely sighed at their blatant and total disrespect for . This morning his mood was chirpy, for today was Tuesday - Edwards favourite day - straight after breakfast was double English, with Miss. Swan .
The bell rung through the school, signalling the end of breakfast .Edward enjoyed strolling from class to class, he often grew deeply absorbed In his Ipod, that morning being no exception. Music was an escape, it helped Edward set himself apart from the world, he wasn't a people person, nor did he cope well with social interaction. When he'd have a rough day, music was his healer, his outlet. It was something which he could rely on and trust, something which would always be there for him.
Edward had been so engrossed in the music that he was late for class, consequently the last to enter the classroom. He was greeted at the door by Miss. Swans contagious smile which Edward reciprocated with zero conscious effort.
Miss. Swan was a beautiful, intelligent woman in her late 20's. The moment Edward first laid eyes on her, he was smitten. He was struck with her natural beauty, one which he knew he would never forget. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes, with majestic long brown hair, sweeping down to her shoulder blades and a radiant smile, every time he'd see it, it would hit Edward so deeply that his spine shot up, his heart beat faster and breathed a low sigh - he instantly felt a great passion and warmth towards her, being a teenage boy It was typical for him to want to hump anything with a pair of tits and a pussy, but she was different, It wasn't just a sexual attraction, Edward saw through her skin, he could see her inner beauty, he would jump at the idea of giving Miss. Swan his heart, even at the most subtle of hints.
"Good morning Edward, how are you this momring?" Miss. Swan asked.
"I'm fli.. fi.. fine" Edward mumbled nervously. The boys who had shown such disregard towards Miss. Swan at the breakfast table, sat at the back of the class, all hearing Edwards apprehensive response.
One shouted out "Oi! Edward! Stop looking at Miss's tits!"
Edwards face shone with the brightest of reds, he looked down to the classroom floor as he hurried to his seat as quickly as he could. He sat in the front row purely for the close proximity to , this choice also allowed him to be as far away from those boys as he possible could be. English was Edwards favourite lesson, even before he knew Miss. Swan, he had a passion for writing, It was a valve to allow him to express himself, his deepest and most emotional, ardent feelings. He believed that he was Miss. Swans favourite student, too. The way she treated Edward, she subconsciously favoured him over the rest of the class, she was a very fair and kind lady, but Edward could spot signs of favouritism, with every sign he recognised, he filled with delight and reassuring comfort.
Earlier that morning, while Edward was lying in bed with his morning wood, he thought of Miss. Swan, he constructed a fantasy with her, in his bed. It was very sensual, they tasted one another with their lips and tongues, he licked every inch of her alluring breasts , he could feel her caressing his skin, hearing her moan and gasp as she felt Edwards lips, fingers and tongue touch her, he could smell her too, her hot wet pussy, dripping just for him.
The thought had lingered with Edward throughout the morning, and being a chronic daydreamer, It wasn't long before he remembered his early morning fantasy. He silently sighed to himself, he could feel his cock grow harder and thicker under the table, he squeezed his legs together gently against his balls, to give himself secret, perverse pleasure and arousal, one which only he'd ever know of, or at least he thought so.
Every Tuesday morning, the headmaster carries out the schools weekly uniform inspection. A model uniform included the top button of the shirt to be done up, the tie to be at the correct length, and the shirt tucked in. In order to inspect the uniform quickly and efficiently, It was protocol for every student to stand up promptly, as the headmaster enters the classroom.
Just as Edward was in the middle of thinking about Miss. Swans soft, tender breasts, squeezing them, sucking her nipples, Edward heard a knock at the classroom door, his heart quickly froze, with the look of dread covering his face, his sudden realization of who was at the door lead to him choking on his trepidation.
"Good morning gentlemen." Bellowed the headmaster
The pupils stood up in sync, like It was rehearsed to perfection, the class boasted their pristine uniform, all apart from Edward. With his dick fully erect, he began to shake, trembling at the fear of mockery he would receive If his 'Headmaster hard-on' was discovered.
"You, boy, stand up now!" The headmaster ordered at Edward.
"I..I can't sir, I can't stand up" Edward replied with a shaky voice.
"If you don't stand up right this instance, I'll make you!" Threatened the headmaster.
With the greatest of reluctance, Edward slowly but surely stood up in front of the headmaster and Miss. Swan, his uniform in perfect condition, but with his trousers containing a phallic crease.
Both Miss. Swan and the headmaster gasped, at the sight of Edwards trouser snake.
The classroom filled with a puzzled silence, With Edward being the only student in the front row, and his body facing forwards, none of the other students could see his 'growth spurt', leading to bemusement echoing throughout the classroom. Everybody looked towards the headmaster and Miss. Swan, searching for an explanation for this outlandish situation. Miss. Swan was still fixated on Edwards groin area, a boy at the back of the classroom spotted her unusual direction of eye line, he walked to the front of the class to perceive what Miss. Swan had seen. There the boy saw Edward stand with his turgid penis.
The boy burst with laughter, shouting "Edwards got a boner!"
The entire class reacted identically to the boy, laughing hysterically at Edwards classroom faux pas.
The headmaster permeated with embarrassment, discreetly leaving the classroom while the boys continued their uncontrollable laughter..
Edward sat back down with his head on the desk, wishing he was invisible, hidden from the rest of the world.
The classroom still in tumultuous laughter, was met with the bell signalling the end of English class.
Edward hadn't reacted to the school bell, staying frozen in his headdesk position. After all the students had left, he slowly picked up his head off the desk, gave a deep sigh, stood up, and made his way to the door, he was stopped by Miss. Swans sweet, gentle voice, with a tone of sympathy.
"Wait, Edward. I can't even begin to fathom how you must feel right now. But you're one of my best students, you have a lot of talent, a great gift for writing, you could go and be a successful author someday. I'd hate If this incident were to affect you and discourage you from fulfilling your potential." Implored Miss. Swan.
Edward responded with a faint nod, despite his feeling of complete humiliation, her voice touched him and her words resonated through himself. Despite his almost certain exclusion from his peers, he felt somewhat upbeat, he didn't have friends, but he had Miss. Swan. Edward gave Miss. Swan an inspired smile. He walked out of the classroom, slotted his ear buds into his ears with the feeling of rejuvenation Miss. Swan had given him. He felt stronger and was ready to face a day filled with an onslaught of mockery. .
After Edward had left, Miss. Swan shut the door, sat at her desk and let out a big sigh. The only thought in her mind was the image of Edwards erection. She was shocked by the size of it, huge, she thought. She had always liked Edward as a student, but maybe there was something more to her attraction, perhaps It was allurement. She curiously and cautiously hovered her hand around above her skirt, plucking up the courage to touch herself, she closed her eyes, pictured Edward and touched herself under her skirt, rubbing the front of her boyshort panties, with Edward and his cock in mind. Her pussy was getting hot and wet, she could feel the arousal building up, and just before it overwhelmed her, she stopped. She gasped at the shocking sensation and revelation which she had received from picturing her students hot rod, she sighed from her sexual discovery, her hand shaking. She hadn't be pleasured In so long, she was deprived, and now all that was on her mind was her students cock.
As the final bell of the day had rung, relief rushed through Edwards body, It had been a hard day, in more ways than one. The students were relentless with their name-calling, boarding on verbal abuse. Edward was more than happy to head back to his dorm to an evening with his beloved ipod, books and fantasies entailing Miss. Swan.
As the final bell of the day had rung, relief rushed through Miss. Swans body. She had Edwards cock on her mind all day, she even had to hurry to her apartment during lunch break to change her panties and spray herself with the most potent perfume she owned, to disguise the smell of hot, wet sex. Now with classes over, she could focus on Edward, how she felt about him and what she wanted. She had shown herself that she did want him In a sexual way, but she could never have sex with one of her students, she's too morally correct, she loved her job too much, teaching was her passion, she would never be able to risk it. She had worked terribly hard to get where she was today. She was teaching at one of the most prestigious school in England, she was smart enough to know that It wasn't worth the risk, If caught, she'd certainly lose her job, and ruin her career. But there was one thing In which she deeply craved, she wanted to see that hard rod of Edwards, and this time outisde of those withholding trousers. She wanted to see It whipped out, fully erect and to watch Edward stroking it, thinking about her, masturbating over the woman whom he so deeply desired. She knew that Edward wanted her that way, she had seen his wood before in previous lessons. The way he smiled at her during class, the dreamy look he gave her, It all pieced together now, Edward wanted to fuck her hard and good.
She had to see him tonight, she couldn't wait any longer. Miss. Swan took advantage of her teacher privileges, she was allowed access to information of which bedroom Edward slept in, including a spare key to his room, which she took from student services. She planned to go to his room tonight after lights out, to make sure she wasn't found out, and that only Edward would know of her yearning for his cock.
As the order for 'lights out' echoed through the dorm at 10:30pm sharp, Miss. Swan began to shake with nerves, she knew that she'd soon be with her shy, extraordinary student. She had put on a more revealing outfit. She wore a pair of cute, cheeky black flat shoes, a jet black mini pencil skirt showing plenty of skin, a cream blouse, and matching underwear, purple lace boy shorts with a purple lace push up bra, her breasts seemed close to bursting out of the accentuating cleavage. Goosebumps raced across her skin. With her timings and route already planned out, to guarantee no detection of her whereabouts to anyone else, she stealthily made her way through the schools grounds,
"Through the dorm, passed the bathroom, down the corridor." She reminded herself.
Having entered the dorm and made her way closer to the bathroom, she heard a familiar humming noise. Her heart was beating with the force of a thousand bass drums. She took a moment to collect herself before quickly moving passed the bathroom door, tiptoeing her way through the dimly lit corridor to Edwards door.
Through the crack of his door, she could see his light was still on. After checking the door number one final time, she took a huge gulp, wiped away the sweat gathering on her forehead and with the key in hand, she slowly slid it inside of Edwards lock as silently as she could. The layout of the room consisted of the bed directly facing Edwards door, with a large window behind it. She was aware of the position of the bed, completely expecting Edward to be in full view of herself as she entered, but to her confused surprise, as she stepped inside, he was nowhere to be found.
"The bathroom!" Miss. Swan exclaimed "That must have been Edward."
She noticed his ipod missing, she knew all to well about how lost he could get in his music, with countless belated arrivals for English class, she would commonly greet him with the one ear-bud in his ear.
She knew she had some time until he was back. Her hormonal instincts drew her towards the bed, her fingers ran through his duvet and sheets, she shivered at the thrill of touching Edwards bed. She laid on his mattress, smelling the sheets, inhaling his scent, with her adrenaline pumping through her body, she scanned the room and saw a used tissue on his chest of drawers, she picked it up, she wondered if it was fresh. "Has he already relieved himself tonight" She worriedly thought to herself "Am I too late?"
But it was dry. She wanted to smell his cum, she sniffed it deeply, As she exhaled, her spine shivered at the gratification she was getting from his jizz. Her pussy was dripping, her thighs wet and sticky from her cum, she couldn't help herself, she needed to relieve herself.
Laying flat on her back. she kicked off her shoes, pulled off her skirt as well as her already soaked boy shorts and threw them on the floor. She moaned at the anticipation of touching herself over Edward. She thought back to earlier, when she rubbed her pussy under her desk, she loved it so much, she couldn't hold on a second longer.. She slowly sucked on her middle finger and slid it into her slick pussy, sliding in with ease, like it was being sucked in. She moaned Edwards name under her breath, her juices pouring down from her pussy. She pulled off her cream blouse, adding it to the pile of her clothes, her purple laced bra followed suit.
Lying completely naked on her students bed, fingering her wet, tight pussy, she began to touch her breasts, every time she squeezed them tenderly, she would let out a deep moan. The teacher who greatly desired her student, needed plugging up, her fingers felt good, but only Edwards hard, thick cock could plug up her pussy good enough, the thought trembling through her as she rubbed her hard clit.
"Oh, Edward!" she moaned
"I need to see your fucking cock, I must!"
Her pussy was pulsating with lust and wet with desire. She could sense that she was on the brink of her climax, she squeezed her breasts again, this time tighter, pinching the nipples. Fingering her pussy faster, she couldn't keep from wiggling, her back shooting up, she could barely keep control, until...
"Aah! Edward! Fuck!" She screamed
She squirted all over Edwards bed, it was drenched in her cum, she felt so dirty, so filthy, she loved it, and she knew Edward would too.
As she was gasping, she could hear someone walking down the corridor.
"Was I too loud?" She asked herself
Moments after her orgasm, she could hear the same humming she heard earlier, travelling down the corridor.
"Shit! He's coming!" She gasped
She panickly shot up off the bed, her legs covered in her pussy juices. She had wanted Edward to see her in the flesh, but she had second thoughts, reality had hit her hard, the longer she stayed in his room, the greater risk of being found out. She looked for an escape, choosing the large window behind the bed, she opened it, hurriedly putting on her, bra, blouse, skirt and shoes, she climbed out of the window.
Seconds later, Edward stood in the corridor, looking at his door. Puzzled, he saw a key already in his lock although possessing his door key himself. Putting the confusion to the back of his mind, he twisted the doorknob, stepping into his room, silence swept through Edward. His Ipod fell on the floor at the sight of his bed covered In some unknown liquid, he noticed a pair of soaked boy shorts on the floor. Edward froze for a moment, he observed the boy shorts deeply, the colour most intently.
"Purple..." He told himself, remembering the conversation the boys had in the dining hall earlier, during breakfast.
"Purple boyshorts. ? No, It can't be" He said in a stunned voice.
Miss. Swan was crouched below the window on the otherside of the wall, still open, she could hear everything he was saying. She wanted to say something, but couldn't..
Edward picked up the boy shorts.
"It is her!" He cheered.
He sniffed the panties, smelling Miss. Swans hot, naugty mess she made. He licked the underwear, tasting her.
He then licked the sheets, tasting her cum, he loved how she tasted, so sweet, just like he imagined. He climbed on his bed and laid on his back. Miss. Swan pictured his movement, guessing that he was lying down, she stood up and peaked through the window.
There Edward was, with his marvelous hard cock, stroking it so tenderly. Miss. Swan couldn't believe how big he was. She had to cover her mouth to hold in any gasps.
"Yes, Miss. Swan, yes!" Edward sighed.
"I want your pussy so badly, I want to fuck your cunt." He growled
Miss. Swan was touching herself at the sight and the sound of Edward, she loved hearing him moan and sigh over her, it was so wrong, but It felt so good.
Edward was shaking the bed, making it creek, his hand holding onto his headrest as the other was tightly gripped onto his cock, now pulling it faster and harder, the precum running down his bellend, onto his fingers. He rubbed his balls as he jacked his cock hard, feeling how firm they felt in his fingers, he loved how turned on Miss. Swan made him.
Miss. Swan could sense that he was close to orgasm, she wanted to hear him, she wanted to hear her name. Edward grabbed Miss. Swans panties, he sniffed them one last time.
"Aw..Aw.. Aah. Aah! Oh! Miss. Swan! Fuck! Miss. Swan!" He groaned
watched him cum, his orgasm shot up high and covered his body in jizz. She wasn't sure what she loved more, watching his hot hard cock explode, or hearing her name being screamed as he released himself.
She heard him gasping heavily, the oragsm was so strong that he had to try hard to catch his breath.
She herself was breathing heavily through the excitment and sexual pleasure she got from watching him secretly, she needed to catch her breath.
She heard Edward get up and wipe himself down. He then turned off his light and laid back in his bed.
"Goodnight, darling." She gently whispered.
Miss. Swan then made her way back to her apartment, followed by a sleepless night, with one thing on her mind. Edward Cullen.
The next morning, eating a bowl of flavourless, dull cornflakes, despite his morning grogginess due to his lack of sleep, thinking of his covertly amorous teacher, he felt the happiest he had been for a long while, his happiness sourced solely from Miss. Swan. Every time he thought of the woman he lusted for, he could smell her the classroom, the textbook, her perfume, her pussy, it would always be special to him. The shy, reserved, introverted, talented boy would now have something he could keep forever, she was his shield, he'd always feel strong for the rest of his socially awkward teenage years, he had a power, she gave him power.
But this new found power was unprecedented. Could he be content with what he has, or would the monster of greed erupt through him, was the boy, finally evolving into a man?