A Teachers Mistake Ch 02

This is part two to a series about teacher who succumbs to the seduction of a couple of his students. Please feel free to read part one for context and to get the complete story.

I categorized the first chapter in the Erotic Couplings section, but as the story progresses it is better suited in the taboo section where it now resides. That said, the taboo theme will be a slower burn so you will have to be patient with that aspect of it. All characters are over the age of 18. Please feel free to comment, reach out or provide feedback. I always love to hear from my readers! Enjoy!

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Ch. 02

Mike did not sleep. Not in the way of tossing and turning, dozing in and out, getting an unsatisfactory amount of rest. In the way of him laying in the bed he shared with his wife, eyes open, staring at the ceiling as the hours rolled past him, wide awake.

What have you done, he asked himself over and over. What the Hell have you done?

The answer to that was simple. He had fucked one of his students. After 25 years of being a perfect male teacher, never being inappropriate, fending off the odd school girl crush, he had finally crossed a line he had despised others for crossing.

Ella. Sweet, smart, reserved Ella. His star pupil in his advanced creative writing class. The girl with the natural talent for crafting stories. A natural talent also, it turned out, for sucking cock and seducing teachers.

He ran through what had led him to this place. Ella writing the play that he chose to put on with the Drama club, the meetings with her in the Drama room. The way she began to dress more provocatively around him, the touches on his arm, the sitting closer, the way she had seemed to welcome his eyes lingering on her longer and longer.

Building up to the night before. The sleepover. His daughter inviting her friends over, including Ella. Ella sneaking into his office. Offering her mouth to him. Offering her virginity to him. Offering herself completely to him.

And Mike being weak. Losing his struggle. Giving in. Fucking her mouth. Tossing her on the leather couch in his office, fucking her. Taking her.

What the hell had he done?!

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Ella was in a daze as she made her way out of Mr. Nicholson's office and into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and locked it, moving to stand in front of the mirror, regarding herself.

Did she look different, she wondered as she turned her face, trying to glimpse an outward manifestation of how she felt. Because she felt different. Oh so different.

After he had finished (taken her, used her, cum in her, claimed her) Ella had laid there on his couch, naked, feeling some of his cum leaking out of her, her head on his chest. She had closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of him on the side of her cheek, his arms around her, making her feel safe and special. It had been a moment of peace and heaven.

He had told her she had to go, and she knew he was correct. She could not stay there all night, or the girls downstairs would notice her absence, so she had pulled her panties back on, her nightshirt with the cartoon cat over her head. She had kissed him again, this time sweet and gentle, not lustful and needy like before and quietly slipped out.

Now she was looking in the mirror. Her auburn hair was mussed, which she ran her fingers through to bring back under control, remembering his fingers there, holding as she sucked his cock. Her cheeks were flushed, with maybe a bit of rawness from where his beard had rubbed on her skin.

She looked the same, she decided. She was not. Not by a mile. Everything had changed, but no one would know to look at her. So she quickly washed her face, and went back downstairs, to rejoin the group.

The movie was still playing. How was that possible, she wondered. It had felt like she had been gone for hours. Mia was still awake, as was June, but Lisa and Bridget had fallen asleep.

Ella grabbed her blanket and sat down beside her best friend, Mia, and leaned against her, as she so often did. As always, Mia wrapped her arms around Ella and they cuddled. Mia had washed off her goth makeup and looked so much like the girl Ella had known her entire life.

"Where were you," Mia whispered into Ella's ear, so quiet that only the two of them could hear.

"I'll tell you tomorrow," Ella whispered back.

Mia had been part of the plan to get Mr. Nicholson to fuck Ella from the start, with a side plan of getting Mia laid by him too. Ella looked up at her friend and Mia's eyes widened with sudden understanding.

"You didn't," she whispered. "Did you?"

Ella just shook her head and nodded meaningfully at June, Mr. Nicholson's daughter.

Mia grinned a wide, happy grin and squeezed her friend tight. Ella knew it was all her friend could do to hold in a happy squeal.

"Fuck," Mia said. "I can't wait to hear about it."

Ella let herself drift then, happy and content and watched the end of the movie. She could still feel him between her legs. Still feel his lips on her, his hands on her flesh. Her cunt was sore, it had been her first time, afterall, but a dull, not that unpleasant feeling. It felt empty too, as if it had been remade, perfect to fit his cock, and it was incomplete without him inside her.

She glanced over at June after a bit, realising that her slightly older friend was looking at her. Ella smiled at her, thinking, I just fucked your dad. How crazy is that? June's face was distant, somber. But she smiled eventually and announced that she was going to go to sleep.

Ella drifted off as well, happy. Spent.

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June got more sleep than her father but not by much. Her mind did not stop reeling since the moment she saw her father fucking her friend.

June had always been a daddy's girl. She loved her mother, of course, but it was her father who had always been her rock. Had always shown her complete acceptance and respect. When she faced a decision she always asked herself, what would dad want me to do? When she felt scared she imagined he was with her, his strong hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. Giving strength, support, but also allowing her to lead the way.

Seeing him with her friend... That made her suddenly view him differently. She knew she should be viewing him as a creep. A dirty old man. Some kind of predator, using a young girl, cheating on her mother.

But... instead she found herself remembering the sight of his bare back, the way his muscles moved under his skin as he thrust into the girl below him. The glimpse of his cock disappearing into Ella. The way his face changed to almost animalistic as he approached his climax.

June was far from a virgin, having lost that title in grade ten to a boy named Jyler. A stupid name for a stupid kid who had come seconds after he had clumsily entered her. She had had much better experiences since, and enjoyed sex, but nothing compared to what she had seen her father do to the girl.

To June's own shame, she rubbed herself to a quick climax under her blanket before Ella returned. She was quiet and the other girls in the room were either asleep or too engrossed in the movie to notice.

After Ella returned, clearly freshly fucked to June's knowing eyes, June found herself staring at her. She thought she should be feeling disgust. This girl fucked her Dad. Or anger. Ella had gotten her dad to cheat on her mother. Or pity. Her dad had taken advantage of her.

June felt none of these. Instead she felt... jealous? Half an hour before, if anyone had suggested to June that her father was in any way a sexual being, June would have scoffed. And been grossed out. But now... June wondered how Ella had done it? How had she convinced her dad to fuck her? And, if she was being honest, what it was like? What would it feel like if he had fucked her instead?

June was 20. Two years older than Ella. She was in college. She should be feeling superior. The worldly one with the wisdom to share with the younger girls. But suddenly she felt like she was the child and Ella had things to teach her.

June's mind wandered again to the scene. Her father grunting, Ella moaning. June's hand, hidden by the blanket pushed back between her thighs, under her panties and felt how wet she was. Slick.

She began to rub the tips of her fingers against her clit, then curling them into herself, filling herself. How much more full would she feel if it was her father's cock? How much more complete would she feel?

Her fingers sped, chasing a second climax, and within a minute she was biting her lip, squeezing her eyes shut, muffling another orgasm. Finally she drifted off, wondering where she went from here? What was she supposed to do.

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The dawn came and Mike was still not asleep. With his wife in New York that weekend, the bed was empty, and it felt even more so, knowing that Ella was downstairs. Finally, after he could see the light coming in the windows he gave up on sleep and got out of bed, wearing sweatpants, a white teeshirt, and threw on a robe.

He quietly descended the stairs, careful not to wake anyone at this early hour, and went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He thought maybe he would go for an early run. Burn off some of this energy. He always thought better on a run, anyway. Perhaps he would find a way out of the predicament he was in.

Mike knew that he had to stop this. Nip it in the bud... Well. He was probably past that point. The bud was probably some time before fucking one of his students in his own house. But to let it progress any further risked not only his career and reputation, but his marriage. His entire life.

He tried to forget how good it had felt to finally fuck Ella after weeks of lusting after her. If he remembered how perfect it felt to have her tight young cunt accepting his cock, how could he stop. His manhood twitched at the memory.

Mike poured himself a cup of coffee and added milk and sugar, picked up his ipad and sat on a stool at the kitchen island. He opened his news app, idly remembering how not that long ago he would be reading a physical newspaper, not just looking at a screen.

He had drank half his cup, and scanned the sports section when he sensed someone enter the kitchen with him. He turned, suddenly terrified that it was Ella. He was suddenly not ready to face her. He wondered if he would ever be ready for that again. But it was not her.

It was her 'Twin', Mia. It was laughable they were called twins, being so very different physically Ella had auburn hair, a trim body, and large, c-cup breasts. Mia's hair was dyed black, was shorter, but fuller figured. Large breasts, ample hips, and a rounder face. They were only called twins because they shared a birthday and were always together.

"Good morning, Mr. Nicholson," Mia said, smiling at him.

Usually Mia wore expertly done, but elaborate goth makeup to match her black,lace, corseted outfits. This morning however she was wearing a long sleeping tshirt that was solid black and stopped high on her thighs, like a miniskirt, tall black and white striped socks that stopped a few inches below the hem of her sleep shirt, revealing a stripe of bare, pale flesh.

As she moved into the room, the movements of her large breasts under the black shirt made if very clear to Mike that Mia was not wearing a bra. He was suddenly reminded of something Ella had said the night before.

As he had been fucking her Ella had mentioned that Mia wanted this as well, and that Ella wanted to help make it happen. That she wanted to watch it happen. Mike would not have believed it, but as things have transpired, he supposed it was true. He was suddenly uncomfortable, aware that he was starting to get hard.

"Morning, Mia," he said, trying to hide his inner turmoil. "You are up early."

The girl shrugged, causing an eye catching movement under her shirt, Mike suddenly aware of the peaks of hard nipples, the shifting of flesh. He swallowed past a lump in his throat.

"Oh, couldn't sleep," she said. "Any chance of a cup of coffee?"

"Of course," Mike said, careful to keep his eyes locked on hers, not wandering her young body. "Help yourself."

"Um," she said with her usual slight edge of sarcasm and irony. "I don't live here. I don't know where the cups are?"

"Oh, of course. Let me get you one." Mike stood and walked around to the other side of the island and pulled a mug out of the cupboard, putting it down on the white marble countertop. He turned to reach for the pot of coffee and froze. Mia was suddenly standing very close.

The girl took the momentary pause as an opportunity to step even closer, her chest now pressed against his, her green eyes looking up into Mike's blue ones. Mike could feel her nipples, pebble hard, even through the two layers of their respective shirts.

"Mia," Mike stammered. "What... What are you doing?"

"I know," Mia said, smirking slightly. "I know, Mr. Nicholson. I know everything."

"I don't know what you think you know but let me tell you..." Mike started, madly trying to come up with a lie, and excuse, anything to tell this young girl.

"You don't understand," Mia said, still smiling. "I know and I don't care. Or I do care, but only because I'm happy. Because I love Ella. And because..." she placed her hand on top of his and began to lift it. "Because I want the same thing you have given her."

Mike's eyes widened. It was one thing to hear it from Ella, but to have this girl seemingly offer herself to him, here in his home, in his kitchen, was another. He was in shock and let Mia lift his hand upwards in hers, until it was even with her face.

Mia opened her mouth, Mike noticing a string of saliva connecting the top and bottom plump lips as they parted. She sucked his thumb into her mouth and suckled on it, a tugging sensation on his skin. Mike immediately thought about his cock in that mouth.

"Mia," Mike said, thinking his next words would be to tell her to stop but that was the moment she gripped his cock in her small hand, squeezing it through the material of his sweatpants. He groaned instead.

Mike had already been hardening but now he was fully erect, filling her hand as she began to move it, stroking the length. Mike's fee hand, as if with a mind of its own raised and cupped one of Mia's large breasts, squeezing, feeling the nub of her nipple against his palm. Mia moaned around the thumb she was sucking.

"Oh this is nice," a girl's voice said and Mike's head whirled around, guilt on his face, and his eyes met Ella's. She looked as lovely and sexy as the night before. She was smiling widely.

"I thought I'd find you here, Mia," Ella said, crossing the kitchen to stand beside her friend. Ella was slightly taller, and she wrapped one arm around her friend, the other around Mike and hugged them both.

Mia released Mike's thumb from her mouth and smiled at her friend.

"You had all the fun last night, you slut," Mia teased. "I wanted to at least see what you got to have."

"And feel," Ella said, laughing. "But you should see too."

Ella reached down and slid her hand into the front of Mike's sweats, gripping the shaft of his cock, pulling it out the waistband of his sweats. It was thick, the purple head still half hooded by the foreskin, poking up at an angle.

"Wow," Mia said, a bit breathless. "You took all of this?" Her hand joined Ella's gripping him and together they began to stroke Mike's cock. He groaned at the sensation, knowing that this was the thing of wet dreams. Two young woman jerking him off.

"Girls," he said, trying to make his voice stern, attempting to take control of the situation, but doing nothing physically to stop them.

"Shhh," Mia said. "It's ok, Mr. Nicholson."

Ella went on her tip toes and kissed Mike, and he could not help but meet her lips, his tongue darting out to swirl against hers.

"I gotta suck it," Mia said, voice full of lust.

"Mmmm," Ella said, against Mike's lips. "Yes. I wanna see."

Mia broke her grip on Mike, stepping a half step back and prepared to kneel in front of him when the three of them heard a noise in the hallway. They all froze then the girls stepped back away from him. Mike did not have time to shove his cock back into his sweats so he just closed his robe, covering his throbbing cock, quickly tying the cloth band around his hips, securing the garment.

June walked into the kitchen and ran her eyes over the scene. Mike knew his face was red with shame and embarrassment, but was pretty sure June had not seen anything.

"Morning, honey," he said to his daughter. "Just getting your friends some coffee."

June paused a moment longer, surveying the three of them before smiling.

"Morning Daddy," she said and began to cross the room towards them. Mia and Ella took that moment to step further away from Mike, pouring themselves cups of coffee. June stepped up to her father and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

Mike was painfully aware of the fact that there was only a thin robe between his daughter and his bare cock which was as hard as it had ever been, thanks to the other two girls. Mike tried to step back, but was against the counter so had no escape from June.

She hugged him tight, pressing her body against his and put her head on his chest.

"Thanks for letting my friends stay last night, Daddy," she said. Mike had no choice but to raise his own arms and wrap them around her, hugging her against him. His cock was aimed upwards due to the waistband of his sweats, so it didn't exactly poke her, but he was very aware of how the length of it was sandwiched between their bodies. If June felt it she made no indication.

"No... No problem, honey," he stammered.

Finally June broke the hug and kissed her father on his cheek, just at the corner of his mouth. How long had it been since she had kissed him, he wondered. A few years?

June turned to her friends.

"C'mon, bitches," she said laughing. "I want something greasy. Get dressed. We are going to The Diner!"

Mia and Ella smiled widely at that and after a last look at Mike, wishing they could have finished their time together, spun and hurried downstairs to get dressed.

Mike leaned back against the counter and let out a deep sigh.

I am in so much trouble, he thought. What the hell have I done?

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There were many diners in the city but there was only one the girls called The Diner. That was Phil's Diner, about five blocks from the highschool. It was 24 hours, served mediocre coffee and greasy food, but it was the place the drama kids always hung out, and had for years.

The Drama Club had an unofficial booth near the back of the diner, complete with the large table and curved bench seating covered in worn and cracked burgundy leatherette. It could seat up to ten people if they crammed in, so it easy fit the five young girls.

In the past June would hold forth at these gatherings. As the one who was popular and pretty enough to transcend her high school popularity out of the drama club into the student body as a whole, she was the natural leader, with all eyes usually on her.

That morning, however, she was subdued.

She had seen her father with Mia and Ella that morning, standing shocked and silent in the door of the kitchen. Seeing him kiss Ella while the two girls were clearly handing his cock. June already knew, of course about her father and Ella, but Mia too?

She was a bit shocked, but what was more shocking was that in the light of the morning she still couldn't bring herself to be angry. Instead her feeling of jealousy and being left out deepened.

It had been clear that things between her father and the girls was about to progress. June was tempted to let it. To watch them, but she knew that was reckless. What if Lisa or Bridget woke up? If her father wasn't going to be careful June realized she had to protect him.