It was the first day of my senior year, and I was feeling anxious as hell. My 18th birthday wasn't until the summer after graduation. As a 17-year-old, I was still technically a minor.

I was walking down the hallways, trying not to draw attention to myself, when I saw her. Mrs. Lee, my new English teacher. God damn, she was a real piece of ass. Shapely tits that I bet felt amazing, an ass that would make any man weak in the knees, and hips that could hypnotize a man with one swivel.

Every guy in school wanted a piece of that, but she was off-limits. Mrs. Lee was married to the principal, Mr. Lee. Everyone knew not to mess with him or his wife. Fucking around with her would be playing with fire, and I wasn't about to get burned my senior year.

Little did I know that fate had other plans in store.

Mrs. Lee offered after-school study sessions for any student who needed help catching up on their work, no matter the subject. It was a generous offer, but of course, no one ever took her up on it -- as far as I knew.

"How do you know that?" you ask. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret.

After school, I would sneak peeks through Mrs. Lee's classroom window, just to get a glimpse of that divine ass of hers. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. She was like a siren, and I was a ship drawn to her shores, ready to crash on the rocks.

One day, my luck ran out. Mrs. Lee caught me red-handed, or rather red-faced, as I stared at her through the glass like a lovesick puppy. She dragged me into the classroom by my ear, muttering under her breath about perverts and children.

"Detention, once a week, for the rest of the year," she declared, her voice dripping with disdain. "And if I catch you peeking again, there will be hell to pay, young man."

I mumbled an apology, my face burning with embarrassment and shame. But deep down, I was thrilled. Detention with Mrs. Lee? It was like Christmas had come early.

Over the next few weeks, I settled into my new routine. Every Thursday after school, I'd report to Mrs. Lee's classroom, where she'd put me to work on my homework. At first, it was awkward. She'd sit across from me, grading papers and offering the occasional pointer.

But slowly, things started to change. Mrs. Lee began to loosen up around me. She'd let a smile slip every now and then, or lean over to point out a mistake, giving me a tantalizing view down her blouse.

I tried to focus on my work, but it was getting harder and harder (no pun intended). My mind kept drifting to naughty places, imagining what it would be like to run my hands over those curves, to taste her lips, to bury myself inside her...

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help the way my body reacted to her. She was awakening desires in me that I'd never felt before, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.

Then one day, everything changed.

We were working late on a project, and Mrs. Lee was leaning over my shoulder, her breasts brushing against my back. Suddenly, she whispered in my ear, "I heard the girls talking about you, you know. They say you're... impressive."

My breath caught in my throat. She was talking about my cock. I knew it had to have been my girlfriend spreading rumors. She had a big mouth and loved to brag about my size.

Mrs. Lee's hand slid down my arm, her fingers grazing my thigh. "Is it true?" she purred. "Are you really as big as they say?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I... I don't know," I stammered. "I mean, I guess I'm pretty average."

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Average? Oh, I don't think so." Her hand moved higher, her palm brushing against the bulge in my jeans. "My, my. You are a big boy, aren't you?"

I couldn't hold back a groan as she stroked me through the fabric. It felt so good, her skilled fingers working my cock like a pro. I was rock hard in seconds, straining against my zipper.

Mrs. Lee leaned in closer, her lips brushing my ear. "I want to see it," she breathed. "I want to feel it inside me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mrs. Lee, my sexy teacher, wanted me to fuck her. It was like a wet dream come true.

She led me to the supply closet, locking the door behind us. In the dim light, she started to undress, revealing her incredible body inch by inch. I stood there, frozen in awe, as she bared herself to me.

When she was fully naked, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. "Touch me," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. "Make me feel good."

I didn't need to be told twice. I cupped her tit in my palm, marveling at how soft and full it was. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, making her gasp and arch into my touch.

She grabbed my wrist, guiding my hand lower. "Down here," she panted. "I need you down here."

I slid my fingers through her slick folds, feeling how wet she was. She was so hot and ready for me. I circled her clit with my thumb, making her buck and moan.

"Fuck me," she begged, her eyes wild with lust. "I need your big cock inside me. Now."

I fumbled with my belt, my hands shaking with anticipation. I freed my dick and she wrapped her fingers around it, giving me a few slow pumps.

"You're right," she sighed. "You are too big for my tight little pussy. And anal is definitely out of the question."

I pouted, feeling a pang of disappointment. But Mrs. Lee just smiled and sank to her knees. "Don't worry, baby. I'll teach you some techniques to get me ready for you. We'll start with some oral and work our way up."

She took me into her mouth, and I nearly saw stars. Her lips were so soft and wet, her tongue swirling around my shaft. She sucked me deep, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed up and down. She was a natural, working my cock like she'd been doing it her whole life.

It wasn't long before I felt that familiar tightening in my balls. I was going to cum, and I was going to cum hard. I tried to warn her, but she just took me deeper, swallowing every last drop.

When I was spent, she released me with a wet pop, licking her lips. "Mmm, you taste good," she purred. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

Over the next few weeks, Mrs. Lee taught me everything she knew. She showed me how to use my fingers, my tongue, my whole mouth to drive her wild. She had me practice different positions, different angles, until we found the ones that made her scream the loudest.

It was like I was in a different world, one where I was king and Mrs. Lee was my willing subject. She was insatiable, always hungry for more. And I was more than happy to oblige.

As much as I loved our secret trysts, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. I knew what we were doing was wrong, that we could both get in a world of trouble if we got caught.

But Mrs. Lee just laughed when I brought it up. "Oh, baby," she cooed, running her fingers through my hair. "What Mr. Lee doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, I'm not cheating on him. I'm cheating with him."

I still had my doubts, but Mrs. Lee was so persuasive, so passionate. She made me feel things I'd never felt before, took me to heights of pleasure I didn't know existed.

As the weeks turned into months, my grades started to improve. I was actually paying attention in class, actually doing my homework. It was like I had a new lease on life.

But even as things were going better than ever, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Mrs. Lee was getting more and more reckless, insisting on fucking in her classroom, on her desk, in her chair.

I knew it was dangerous, that we could get caught at any moment. But Mrs. Lee just laughed at my concerns, telling me to stop being such a baby.

One day, as we were going at it on her desk, the door burst open. Mr. Lee stood there, his face purple with rage.

"What the hell is going on here?" he thundered, his eyes boring into us.

Mrs. Lee just smiled, not even bothering to cover herself. "Oh, darling," she purred. "I was just helping our star student with his homework. He's been struggling, you know."

Mr. Lee's eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking to me. I could see the gears turning in his head, could see the moment when it all clicked into place.

"You," he growled, pointing at me. "You're the one who's been sneaking around with my wife."

I opened my mouth to deny it, but Mrs. Lee beat me to it. "Oh, don't be silly, dear," she cooed. "The boy is just a friend. I'm not cheating on you."

Mr. Lee's face turned an even darker shade of red. "Don't lie to me, you whore," he snarled. "I know all about your little trysts. I've been watching you, you know."

Mrs. Lee's eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing her face. "You... you've been watching us?"

"Every time," Mr. Lee confirmed, his voice dripping with disgust. "I saw the way you looked at him, the way you touched him. I knew it was only a matter of time before you fucked him."

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my palms getting sweaty. I knew I had to get out of there, had to put as much distance between myself and the Lees as possible.

I grabbed my clothes and started to make a run for it, but Mr. Lee caught me by the arm. "Not so fast," he growled, his grip like a vice. "You're not going anywhere until I get some answers."

I tried to pull away, but he held me fast. "Let me go," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Didn't do anything wrong?" Mr. Lee repeated, his voice rising. "You fucked my wife, you little shit. You defiled her, tainted her with your filthy teenage cock."

I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, could feel my resolve starting to crumble. "I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just... I just couldn't help myself."

Mr. Lee's grip tightened, his nails digging into my skin. "You couldn't help yourself?" he sneered. "That's no excuse. You knew she was married, knew she was off-limits. But you just couldn't resist, could you? Couldn't resist the chance to fuck a hot older woman."

I could feel my face burning with shame, could feel my cock starting to stir at the thought. He was right. I had known it was wrong, but I hadn't been able to stop myself. I had wanted Mrs. Lee too badly.

"I'll do anything," I blurted out, desperate to make things right. "Anything to make it up to you."

Mr. Lee's eyes gleamed with a sinister light. "Anything, huh? Well, I might just take you up on that."

He turned to Mrs. Lee, who was still sprawled out on the desk, a satisfied smile on her face. "Get dressed," he ordered. "We're going home."

Mrs. Lee pouted, but she did as she was told. As she bent to retrieve her clothes, Mr. Lee turned back to me, his hand still gripping my arm.

"You come too," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "We're going to have a little family chat."