Teaching Her a Lesson Pt. 09

"I don't mean that. I mean when I said no don't plagiarize. Don't talk over me in class. Don't draw on my desks. Don't copy your neighbor's answers. Don't pelt people in the head with your friggin' chapstick."

She gasped. "Language, Mr. Canon!"

"I'm not trying to justify what I did. I shouldn't need to anyway, since if it hadn't been for your sister, I never would have done it in the first place. But I was there, Taylor, and you can say whatever you want, but that was real."

"What? You shoving your dick in my mouth? Making me suck Abbie's tits? Because that lying bitch made that shit up about me being turned on, yo. I'm not some weak-ass blowjob queen, and I sure as shit don't get off on another chick's boobs."

"No. Well, yes, but I meant at Ms. Salata's house Sunday. You and me. You were into that every bit as much as I was."

Taylor studied her fingernails, huffed irritably. "Whatever you need to tell yourself, C-dawg."

"Dammit, Taylor, just be straight with me!" I took to my feet. "I know what I know. You were more turned on than any woman I've ever seen."

"Maybe 'cause you've never seen--"

I held up a hand. "Save it. But if you didn't like it, then... I don't even know what that means. Did Abbie do something to you? I'm not stupid. I know we were both out of it for a while on... god, was that only Friday night? Did she put something else in your head, something she didn't tell me about?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. Frankly, after what you pulled this weekend, I wondered the same about you."

I realized I was looming, and sat down on the far end of the couch from her. I could smell her shampoo, this close. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, have you looked at yourself lately? Before that Serenex shit, you were probably the biggest pussy I ever met. No offense. But check you out now, brah. Now you got Abbie and Cassie as your fuckbunnies, me as your whatever, teacher hottie and slut cop who do whatever you say."

She failed to mention Megan, but I didn't correct her oversight. "And?"

"Like, you're making a fucking harem. You know that, right?"

"A harem? What on earth are you talking about?"

"All right, go ahead and name all the dudes and the non-hotties you've used that spray on so far. Go ahead. I'll wait."

Her rhetoric was on point, but it didn't make her right. "If our school employed a male resource officer with a boyfriend, I would have used it on them. If my next door neighbor had been a boy, I would have used it on him. Yes, it fits a pattern, but correlation does not imply causation."

"All right. So you're saying the only one you first degree Serenexed was me?"

"'First degree'? What's that mean?"

"Premeditation, Mr. C. I watch a lot of serial killer shit. Try to keep up."

That made more sense than I wanted it to. Still, on analysis, she was actually right, at least in spirit. Yes, I'd planned the dosing of Isa and Cassie, but really, it was like I'd said -- I'd dosed a police officer because I'd needed one and what I'd thought was a blackmailer in self-defense. The only person I'd ever set out to use Serenex on because of who they were was Taylor.

"I suppose you're right. What of it?"

"Well, why? You obviously didn't know what the stuff did all this when you started. You just thought it made people put up with your bullshit. I heard you bitching about how expensive it was for your poor ass, so... why? Why spend all that just to make me be willing to do your stupid homework?"

In essence, it was the same question Candy had asked me during lunch. The same question I'd asked myself all afternoon. But it wasn't until right now, with Taylor herself in front of me, that I had an answer.

"Why you? All right. There is a part of it that was just me trying to get you to graduate. I can't tell you how frustrating it is watching you flush your education down the toilet because being smart isn't cool."

She groaned. "Oh my fucking god, not this bullshit again."

"But," I went on quickly, "you're right. I wouldn't have bought that stuff for any other student but you. Hell, I could have bought a used car for that amount. A decent one. But I did. For you." I tapped her on the knee.

"Because...?" She gestured impatiently.

I scooted closer, halving the gap between us. She noted it warily. "Because you're a fucking bitch, Taylor."

Her eyes widened. Clearly, that had not been what she'd expected. "Excuse me?!"

"I'm serious. You treat people badly. Use people, manipulate people, bully people. And you get away with all of it, because you have a gorgeous face and a body that was frankly made for underwear modeling. People give you a pass because the way you show off your tits and your legs reminds them on a daily basis that as big of a cunt as you can be, they'd still forget all about it in a heartbeat if you let them into your panties."

It was her turn to stand, exasperated. "What, you're slut-shaming me for how I dress now? Like I have a hot face and big tits and don't hide it, so that makes what you did OK or something?!"

"I'm not talking about what I did. And you know I'm not slut-shaming. Have you ever once seen me enforce the dress code? For the love of... Do you not remember when you were wearing that short dress, the beige one with the red flowers, and you kept trying to sit on the stool in the front of the room? You whined half the class period to be allowed to sit there. Was a backless plastic stool really so comfortable, or can you just admit you like flaunting your body?"

"There's nothing wrong with it if I do!" she shouted.

I wasn't about to let her shout down at my face. Not in my own home. Not any more. I stood up and got right in her face. "I'm not saying it's wrong! I'm just saying it worked!"

"What? What worked?!"

"Making me want to fuck you more than anyone I've ever met no matter how much I despise you!"

She froze, and for a moment I really thought she was going to knee me in the balls. Instead, she slowly broke out in a smug grin. "Is that right?"

"Oh, don't gloat. It's beneath even you. You have to know that you're the top of every hate-fuck list of every guy who's ever made one. You or that sister of yours."

"No no, don't deflect, C-dawg."

"I've told you not to call me that."

"Yeah, but you know me. I'm bad at listening to teachers. You say 'don't,' and I say..."

The girl was sidling closer, and there was no missing the flirtatious way she was doing it. "What are you doing."

"Making you uncomfortable."

It was working, all right. I took a step back. "What... what's come over you? I just told you I hate you."

"Yeah ya did." Her fingers lanced out and grasped my shirt, preventing my retreat. "And that you wanna fuck me, like I told you when I showed up, like you pretended you didn't."

"I don't understand this."

"It's simple. There's two things I want from a guy. The first one?" She started working on the buttons, but while she did, her lips ascended to my ear. I could feel them on my skin when she whispered. "I want to be worshipped like a goddess."

I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and let her get to work on my belt as I went to work on her shorts. Pink panties. Bright fucking pink. As pink as the pussy inside them. "And the second one?"

My pants went down. Underwear, too. I attacked her shirt next. A black bra. It looked amazing. A moment later, it looked even more amazing on my living room floor. There was no more waiting left in me. I threw her down to the couch, pouncing after mouth-first. When I came up for air, her eyes flared indignantly at the rough handling, but only for a moment. At least, only a moment as far as I knew, because then I'd flipped her upside down and hefted her hips into a doggy style position, leaving her to rest on the side of her face.

"You need to clean this fucking couch, man," she griped.

"And you need to order some new underwear pretty quick." I tore the waistband of these at both hips. The right one almost didn't tear, but before it could transition from discomfort to pain, those stitches yielded their treasure. She was naked now except for a gold-colored necklace.

"I swear, I don't understand what the fuck you have against my panties," Taylor grunted.

"I have nothing against them. They're just in the way ofthis." This time I adjusted her so she was standing facing the couch, hands braced on the wall behind it. There it was, two exquisitely sculpted ass cheeks, and between them, Taylor Stern's pussy. I dove in.

"I told you you were a pervert," she spat out between moans.

With my tongue swirling her clit and my nose trying to bury itself in her slit, I started banging her ass like a bongo. She wailed indignantly, but that only made me go harder. Not that she tried to stop me. The closest Taylor came to resistance was when her legs turned to jelly as she came.

"Told you," she panted, "you brought me over here to fuck me." She was on her knees now, her face planted back in the couch cushions.

Two fingers slid inside her, grazing her inner tightness. "Feels to me like you came over here to get fucked."

Her hips pumped slowly back against my hand. "You're the one who's making me do this, asshole."

My fingers slid in and out of her like a hot knife through butter. Warm, soft, melty, fuckable butter. "You mean, making you come? Because you're welcome. I'll admit this isn't what I was aiming for when I set out to touch my students' lives, but... I suppose this will have to do."

"Mothafucka you trying to act like you settling?" The snarl on her face as she tried to look back at me was almost dauntingly sincere-looking. "Like you're ever gonna get your hands on a piece of tail like me ever again?"

I withdrew my fingers, then seized her tits and pulled her upright against me, squeezing them hard. Her nipples jutted out into my palms. "Like your sister?"

"If you wanted Abbie as bad as you want me, you'd have her 'fantasy whore' ass over here right now instead of mine." With impressive grace, Taylor reached back and grasped the back of my head, roughly forcing my lips down to hers.

With my cock rubbing up and down the crack of her ass, Taylor gasped when I bent it down to rest between her thighs, letting it press meaningfully along all those wonderful bits along the way. "You know you just called yourself a whore, right?"

"My bad," she breathed. Was she trying to trick my cock inside her? Her hips writhed to some unseen rhythm. "Whores get paid, don't they? Don't know what that makes me then."

I obliged her, finding the spot and slamming it home in a thrust so forceful it momentarily lifted her knees off the ground altogether. Her back arched, and for the first few seconds, my student's scream was silent. I held her there until she ran out of air, trailing off into a guttural moan. Then I swept aside that mass of still-damp hair and put my lips right in her ear.

"Taylor, you never pay attention to my vocab lessons. I already told you what you are, and I don't believe I said 'whore.'" The thrusts began, and she wailed again in bliss. "You're a bitch."

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I could hardly believe my own stamina that evening. Then again, it was fueled by Taylor's insufferable attitude. Every time we let up for more than a few minutes, she found some way to get my hackles up.

Your place looks like you decorated it with shit from the dumpster behind Goodwill lead to throwing the two of us to the floor, finally fucking face to face with her hair splayed out on the faux hardwood floor of the dining room. It seemed so unfair that someone so terrible could be so beautiful, but then again, if life were fair, she wouldn't be fucking me in the first place.

You're not tiny or anything, but you're not as hung as Abbie says you are converted a brief use of her mouth to clean my dick off into a full-blown blowjob. I let her outburst over having me give her a facial slide, at least until she brought it up again later when she found a bit dried into her hair. That gave her an hour crouching under the table in my office slowly jacking me off while I pretended I was getting some grading done. In actuality, I was mostly texting Abbie to discuss some of her ideas for what we might try the next time we got together. The mere suggestion that we could have Taylor roleplay being our maid almost pushed me over the edge by itself.

Heya, Mr. Canon! I just wanted to say I had a lot of fun learning to suck your cock yesterday, and now I'm thinking about it a lot and I'm really (REALLY) horny, which is weird because I don't normally get like this, but maybe it's because of that chemical stuff you talked about? but anyway I wanted to say if you're bored or horny or anything you could totally call me over to pleasure you. it would be super fun! kthx!

That was from Cassie, obviously, but Taylor snatched my phone away when she saw the name on the text and read too much of it too quickly to bother stopping her from reading it all. Then I got to hear a whole diatribe about what a pervy pig I was, using all these innocent high school girls the way I was. To which I responded that I'd had sex with four women in my life to date, including her; that she was no more innocent than I was; that if she'd like me to do something less innocent, she still had one more hole I hadn't touched. In the end, I kept to the usual one, with her moaning and complaining and coming all the while.

I left Cassie on read.

"What time is it?" I mumbled into her hair after collapsing on top of her sweaty naked body, both of us exhausted.

"The fuck should I know? And I can't reach my phone because your hairy ass is crushing me."

I rolled over, and after a moment she crawled across the bed to get to the nightstand. "8:45. Fuck. I was supposed to be home for dinner at seven." She rolled back over until she was draped over the top of me, one powerful thigh rubbing back and forth across my flagging manhood, then began typing out a text to her mom. It looked to be some lie about getting caught up watching a movie at her friend Justin's house. I'd had both of them in class together the year before. It had been hell.

After hours of her vitriol, the tenderness of her proximity caught me by my surprise. "What the heck are you doing, Taylor?" I ran a hand over her naked body to clarify.

She finished her message and hit send, then looked up at me, annoyed. "You fucked me like forty fucking times in half the rooms in the house and had me kneel on the dirty floor to jack you off. But you're right, a little cuddling crosses the line. God, you're a shit heel."

She started to roll away, but let an arm around her shoulder mollify her. Or maybe it was just the Serenex. Who knew. "Fine. Sorry."

Her phone buzzed after a minute. "Shit," she grumbled after reading. "Mom wants me home."

I kissed her. "One more go. Ten minutes, tops."

"Considering it took even my sexified ass that long to get you hard again after last time, I think that shit's some fairy tale optimism, C-dawg. Plus I gotta wash up a little so I don't go home with dirty knees and smelling like my teacher's cum-sweat."

I laughed. "What on earth is cum-sweat?"

She grinned. "I don't even fucking know any more. Now come on, lemme go. You know you can molest me again whenever you want, you old perv."

"Except now, apparently." I gave one nipple a parting pinch; Taylor held for it, eyes closed, until I stopped. The sound of water issued from the bathroom; the only thing stopping me from going into that shower and taking as many minutes as I damn well pleased was Abbie's prohibition against letting someone discover our relationship. If I went in there, we'd be in there until the water heater gave out.

Once we were dressed again -- except her shredded pink panties -- I walked her to the garage. "You know, you never said what the second thing was."

Taylor dug in her purse for her keys. "What second thing?"

"You said there were two things you wanted from a man. To be worshipped like a goddess, you said, but you never said the other."

Taylor let herself into her car. She nearly slipped, her thighs were so wobbly. The car started so loudly in the confined space it literally made me jump. Was she not going to answer?

But as she backed out, her window rolled down. "Duh, Mr. C. Same thing every goddess wants. To be fucked by a god." Then she winked, flipped me off, and drove away.

Fairy tale optimism, my ass. I fished my phone out of my pocket, the most recent text still on the screen.Get over here.

I stopped myself before I put it away.And wear pink panties.