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Ed Teach was a brilliant student. Probably the best Stede ever had in his years of teaching. She was quick, but funny. Always thinking outside of the box and staying after class to talk more on that day’s lesson.
Stede wasn’t afraid to admit that he had favorites, nor that Ed was one of them.
Sometimes though, she could be a bit too personable, Stede had realized. It was part of her charm, something she had in spades, where even in a school setting she was always casual and chatty. At times too much. This was fine with Stede who enjoyed the company. He had no qualms with allowing her to stay in his room during lunch, sometimes discussing the class readings, sometimes just chatting for the sake of talk. He quite enjoyed their time together. Even on occasion realizing a bit too late that maybe their conversation had veered into an area that was too casual. Nothing to write home about. There were just times when Stede had to remind Ed not to go into that much detail when discussing her romantic prospects.
…Or Stede had to remind himself that, actually, it wasn’t a good idea to complain about his failing marriage.
(“I could be your wife,” Ed had joked. Stede had laughed, not thinking in the moment that this was something that should not be said out loud. Somehow, feeling flattered by the attention.)
“Hornigold said I need to wear a bra from now on during his lectures,” Ed told one of her friends after class as the students were clearing out. She leaned against a desk, speaking with Jack as he tried to get his backpack unstuck.
“Why?” he asked. “It’s not like you have tits.”
Stede wasn’t fond of Jack.
“It’s because I have my nipples pierced,” she explained. “Which is kinda discriminatory when you think about it? I guess you can see it through my shirt or something.”
Stede realized he should maybe say something. It was always an awkward situation when students spoke ill of other staff, even if he himself wasn’t fond of Professor Hornigold either. Although, he wasn’t… wrong per se. It wasn’t like Stede made a habit of staring at his students chests, but it was true that ever since Ed had gotten her piercings a few months back they had been noticeable through her shirt.
Personally, he would rather just not comment on it. He didn’t like to police his female students on dress code, found it a bit crass, and figured it was the teacher’s job to not look.
A job that Stede had been valiantly undertaking and for the most part succeeding. Ed was a beautiful young lady, there was nothing wrong with acknowledging that, and that was as far as Stede was willing to entertain that thought. In a few years, she’d be even prettier. Far prettier than even his wife, who was already attractive enough. Yes, nothing wrong with that.
The piercings were just a bit noticeable, okay? It’s not like many students had them. Then again, even if they did, how would Stede know? So, it was of note. Especially since Ed didn’t like bras but did like thin white shirts. The outline of her piercings were obvious, but so were the dark color of her nipples, and shape of her breasts. Not that Stede was looking.
(But there were times when Ed would wear a low cut shirt. No cleavage was visible since she was, admittedly, rather flat chested. Only of note when she spoke with him at his desk. When she rested her elbows on it, leaning over until her tits could be seen.)
“Real shit?” Jack asked. By now he had gotten his bag free, and it was only him and Ed still in Stede’s room. Most students ran for the hills once class was out, after all. “I haven’t noticed you got them done,” Jack told her, his eyes glued on her chest.
Ed laughed, clearly picking up on the joke, but going along with it anyway. “Really? Wanna see?”
“Ms. Teach, Mr. Rackham,” Stede interrupted. “Maybe take this conversation—”
It was too late. Without even a moment of hesitation, Ed lifted her shirt up, her small perky breasts visible for Jack (and Stede) to see.
It took a moment of Stede staring slack jawed, absolutely shocked by the turn of events, before he could even react. “Ms. Teach!”
Ed turned her head to him, her shirt still lifted, and bare breasts showing. She stood like that for a second, an unreadable expression on her face as she examined his response. Her large round eyes boring into him, seeming to have no qualms with him seeing her tits like this. Until finally she pulled her shirt back down.
“Sorry, Professor Bonnet!” She apologized immediately. “I forgot you were there!”
“Ms. Teach,” Stede tried his sternest voice. “I expect better of you than this. I’m sorry, but I’ll likely need to speak with your advisor.”
Ed nodded. “Understandable, sir.”
“You as well, Jack,” Stede threw in for good measure.
Jack swore in complaint, “Fuck, man, I didn’t even do anything!”
“Both of you, out.” Stede didn’t acknowledge the remark.
“Whatever,” Jack grumbled as he and Ed shuffled to the door. “Fucking worth it. Hey, Eddie, give you five dollars if you let me suck em—”
“OUT!” Stede yelled. Fucking Jack!
The two of them gone, Stede sighed in relief. This… wasn’t something he had ever encountered before and he was feeling a bit shocked by it. More than shocked. He didn’t want to admit it, but he could feel warmth in his belly, his dick twitching in his pants as he remembered the image of Ed’s naked breasts. Fuck.
Who did Jack think he was? Asking to… to suck Ed like that? Would she allow it? If he looked out into the hallway now, would he find them leaning against a bulletin board, Ed’s tit in Jack’s mouth? Or would they go somewhere else. Hide behind the stairway perhaps, providing limited privacy that would allow Jack ample time to touch.
He probably wouldn’t fuck her there. That was too much of a risk. But there would be time for a quick blowjob. Ed’s shirt still lifted as she placed Jack’s cock in her mouth, moaning as she sucked on him, and taking her time to decide whether she’d let him come in her mouth or on her tits.
Stede placed a hand against his groin, feeling himself becoming hard. These… fantasies weren’t something he wanted to entertain, but as long as he didn’t make it a habit, wasn’t it better to take care of the problem now rather than walk to his car erect? He had no more classes for the day. If he was quick, maybe he could—
Before he could decide, he heard the sound of his door open. Stede turned, frowning as he saw Ed reenter his room, now alone.
“Ed,” he said, a nervous exhaustion overtaking him.
“I just wanted to say sorry again,” she told him, earnest. “I wasn’t thinking and was just excited to show off to Jack. I was being stupid.”
Stede gulped, uncomfortable as he felt a pang of jealousy towards the boy. Not appropriate. Not appropriate at all. At least he was safe behind the desk where she wouldn’t be able to see his growing erection.
“That’s alright, Ed,” he tried to cut the conversation short.
“It’s not,” she said, shaking her head and stepping closer until she was in front of his desk.
“Plenty of mistakes are made when we’re young. Why don’t we just not mention it again?” Stede asked, desperate to leave this conversation.
“Thanks, Professor Bonnet. This is a bit embarrassing for me too.” A small dimple appeared on her cheek as she smiled sheepishly, appreciative of his understanding nature. She was a sweet girl really, even if she could be rambunctious.
“I’m sure it is,” Stede said, empathetic. “Look, why don’t I not speak to your advisor? And we can just keep this between us. It’s in the past and it’s not like I really saw anything.”
That was a lie on multiple fronts. He could avoid reporting her, but he doubted he’d forget. The image of Ed was already seared into his mind.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” she said, her voice full of sorrow. She must have been quite shy to continue apologizing like this. The poor dear. “I didn’t realize that you didn’t have a good view.”
“Pardon—”
“Is this better?” Ed cut him off as she, once again, lifted her shirt.
Stede was wholly unprepared to be flashed a second time today, especially in a manner this straight forward. She stood there, and from here, the view was much clearer. Now, with her so close by, he could make out the faint tan lines from what was likely a bikini top. The skin on her chest slightly paler. Her nipples were hard, whether from the cold or a permanent feature of the jewelry, he didn’t know. They stood out, pointed and pebbled, each one adorned with two silver balls on either side, a bar piercing them through. No longer across the room, their proximity was so near to one another, Stede could even make out the faint marking of a mole on her left breast.
A beat passed, Stede unable to move, and not convinced this was real. That was until Ed took the initiative to pull her shirt off completely, discarding it on the floor.
“Ed!” Stede yelled, averting his eyes a little too late.
“Yeah?” she asked. Even with him not looking at her directly, he could still see her from the corner of his eye as she cupped her breasts, playfully bouncing them in her hands.
“Ms. Teach,”
Stede choked out. “I’m sorry, but I must insist you put your clothes on and leave immediately.” “You know, the more you look away, the guiltier you come off,” Ed told him. “I know you’re used to peeking, but you don’t have to hide it right now.”
“I’m simply respecting your privacy,” Stede snapped, flushing red. “And I don’t ‘peek’ at anything!” He sounded defensive even to himself, and as if to prove a point, turned to face her, looking her in the eye.
Had she really noticed those handful of times when he was able to glimpse her?
“Mhm,” Ed hummed, not really listening as she fingered her nipple, fiddling with the piercing in the same manner she would a paperclip while bored in class. “You’re right. I shouldn’t make assumptions like that. I was just kidding.”
How soft her breasts must be. He was sure the size of her chest wouldn’t even fill his hands.
That wasn’t right. That wasn’t what he should focus on. Stede took a slow, shaky breath, closing his eyes as he steadied himself.
“Ms. Teach, it’s normal to have, um, feelings towards an older figure, however, this is completely inappropriate. I’m flattered that you may view me this way, but I cannot enter into a relationship with a student.”
There was no response, and Stede began to worry if he had been too harsh. What if she started to cry? Stede was terrible at handling it when girls cried.
He opened his eyes, an apology already forming in his mind as he tried to reassure her.
But she wasn’t crying. She looked contemplative more than anything. As she caught his eye, she raised an eyebrow in question.
“Do you wanna touch them?”
Fucking hell!
“Ms. Teach, I have a wife!” Stede reminded her.
Despite him not saying anything particularly humorous, she laughed at that. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned to her that one time that he was having marital problems. Perhaps that was a mistake on Stede’s end, and let this be a lesson in establishing student/teacher boundaries.
“I thought you said your wife hated you?”
“Well, she does, but still I—”
“And that your sex life was ‘rather dull’ or something.”
“Well, it is, but—” he froze, realizing what he said. “I never told you that.”
“I guessed,” she said, winking.
Stede was at a loss for words, and Ed could tell. Trying anyways, he said, “Ms. Teach, this needs to stop right now. I’m nearly old enough to be your father.”
“Here,” Ed said, grabbing his hand. Her thin fingers wrapped around his wrist, cool to the touch as she gently tugged it forward, bringing his hand to her chest. “Give it a touch, daddy.”
He should’ve pulled back. He couldn’t entertain this behavior and needed to put a firm boundary in place. But oh, was it difficult with his hand on her breast. So, delicate and soft. He couldn’t help but give it a squeeze.
As he did so, Ed inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering shut briefly, and without thinking Stede repeated the action, this time pinching her nipple between his fingers.
“A-ah…”
The sound went straight to his dick, and he felt his heart racing, its thunderous beat banging against his ear drums. With his thumb, he stroked the bare skin, mesmerized by how smooth it was. Without having to be told, he grabbed her other breast as well. Felt the pair in his hands, the way they covered her chest completely, massaging her nipples as he did. His cock throbbed. It strained against his pants, and he wondered if Ed was turned on by this as well. If her pussy was becoming wet from his touch.
“You can suck them if you want, sir.”
When she spoke, it was a surprise, pulling Stede from a trance. He jerked his hand away, panic in his eyes as he stared at the half naked student in front of him. He flexed his hand at his side, feeling as if he had somehow been burned by her touch. True fear surging in his veins as he realized what he had done.
“Ms. Teach, that’s enough,” he warned. “As your professor—”
“Do you wanna fuck me?” she asked, causing Stede to freeze. She pushed her long hair over her shoulder, dark black falling in waves down her back. Dangerous, she walked around his desk, stepping behind it and inching closer to him as her dark brown eyes bore into him. “Face or pussy?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he told her, although his throat felt swollen as he did so.
“Would you believe me if I said I was mostly a virgin?” she asked.
“How would one 'mostly’ be a virgin?” He was easily distracted by the phrasing.
“It means I give great head, but you could be my first. So pick wisely: Face or pussy?”
“Forget I asked…” Stede sighed, trying not to imagine either. “I don't want either!”
She pouted. Childish. “Professor… You have an erection.”
Whatever refutation he had died on his lips with her so close. It was true, his pants were tented in the front, his desire obvious. His hand raised from his side, wanting to reach out and touch her again.
Although it tore him apart to admit, he couldn’t deny it. He could rationalize it all he wanted. That fantasies were separate from reality. That as long as he didn’t ever act on it, there wasn’t any problem, but that was a lie, wasn’t it?
Stede did want to fuck her. From the moment he first heard her booming laugh in his lecture hall. Even more so as he discovered just how lively, funny, talented, and absolutely brilliant she was. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he had held favorites over the years, but never like this. Never had he desired one. Something about Ed Teach had burrowed into his mind. Hiding itself in his subconscious, only coming out in flashes of jealousy when she spoke with her male peers.
(“You could be my first.” Her words echoed in his head. The first person to fuck her. The only cock that had been in her pussy.)
His desire for her was immense. It was in stolen glances from across the room. Even shameful moments where he had masturbated, thinking of her long bare legs propped up on her desk. Of her the way her ass looked when she leaned over a friend’s chair, directing them on their coursework. Perhaps more embarrassing were the times when he held her image in his mind as he went through the motions of fucking his wife. The woman beneath him replaced with Ed’s image. Knowing that his wife could tell he was imagining someone else, but their marriage already far enough gone that she couldn’t bring herself to care.
He couldn’t say all that though, so instead, Stede closed his eyes as Ed touched his face.
“It’s inappropriate,” he whispered.
“Here,” she cooed, lacing her fingers into his hair and pulling his head towards her chest. “It’s okay.”
She was such a small girl. Tall, but thin. There wouldn’t be a challenge to break away from her.
Stede didn’t do that though. Of course he didn’t.
He parted his lips, allowing her to place her breast in his mouth, and moaned once he was able to finally taste her.
His hand found her waist as he sucked on her tit, feeling the barbell against his tongue, driving him mad. Greedy, he held her there, lapping at her nipple, his tongue swirling around the edge and making her gasp in response.
“Professor Bonnet,” she whined, gripping his hair.
The sound of her voice was mesmerizing. No longer wanting to bend over, he wrapped an arm around her waist, a hand on her thigh as he lifted her up to deposit on top of his desk.
Stepping between her legs he bit at her nipple, the metal clinking against his teeth. He felt ravenous like he wanted to consume her whole. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hair falling into his face and tickling his nose as he squeezed her ass.
She was wearing shorts that came to her mid-thigh, and Stede couldn’t help but wish it were a skirt instead—how much easier it’d be to fuck her that way—but being able to touch her bare skin was still a treat.
On the same wavelength, Ed leaned back, shoving her shorts down and allowing Stede to remove them the rest of the way along with her cotton underwear, now completely naked.
Her figure was long and lanky, not completely filled out yet, almost model thin. There was a tattoo of a snake on her thigh. Another one of a bird on her ribcage. Dark hair sat between her legs, and Ed, catching him glancing, spread them. Her fingers pulled back the lips of her pussy, revealing the dark pink inner folds. Her fingers grazing her clit before dipping into the opening of her hole.
With Ed like this, fully nude and sitting on his desk, Stede struggled to remember that this was real life. Not a dream. That there was really a naked student before him. A student he was going to fuck.
“The door,” Stede said, glancing towards it and realizing that they should perhaps lock that before someone walked in.
Ed didn’t seem concerned by this, however, and yanked Stede by his tie back towards her, capturing him in a desperate kiss. She moaned into his mouth as Stede felt up her tits, rolling her hips towards him. Gasped as he twisted her sensitive nipple.
“Professor,” she panted as she ran her tongue along his bottom lip.
A pang of guilt came with an address as Stede was reminded of the inappropriateness of the situation. That he should put a stop to this. The only problem was, he already went this far, the consequences of doing so unfathomable, and there didn’t seem a point in backing out now.
“You can call me Stede,” he told her, making her laugh.
“Stede,” she moaned in an exaggerated manner, nipping at his jaw. “Fuuuck, Stede.”
He quite liked the sound of his name when spoken by Ed. In response, he dipped a hand between their bodies. Ed obediently spread her legs further and allowed him access to her pussy.
“Christ,” he muttered, nearly pained as he stroked between her thighs. “You’re so wet.”
Impossibly so. She was practically dripping for him, where even her inner thighs were slick from her arousal.
“Is it a surprise?” she asked.
“Mary never gets this wet,” he told her, reverent as he ran his fingers through her slick folds, feeling how hot and inviting she was.
“Your wife? When you’re having sex with her?” There was a pout in her voice.
“Yes, my wife,” Stede said, kissing her neck as he stroked her. “When I’m with her and thinking of you. You’ve driven me quite mad, Ms. Teach.”
Ed whimpered. No exaggeration this time. If anything, she seemed almost embarrassed as she buried her face in his neck, and rutted against his hand.
“I want to eat you out,” Stede told her, whispering in her ear as he massaged the entrance to her hole. Easily and without resistance, he was able to slip two fingers inside of her, making Ed cry out softly. “But I would also very much like to fuck you right now.”
“I want you in— A-ah,” she started to say, but was unable to finish her sentence as Stede curled his fingers towards him, rubbing her inner walls. “In me,” she finished weakly. “Want you in me.”
“Yes. Yes, of course,” he said, nodding along.
Unbuckling his belt proved to be a more difficult task than he anticipated. Not only from his hand being slick with Ed, but from how they shook the slightest bit.
Noticing his struggle, Ed reached out, undoing his buttons for him before reaching into his pants and pulling his dick free. She stroked him, and to Stede’s relief, seemed rather familiar with the motion.
“Here,” she said, her voice surprisingly gentle as she pulled him closer and opened her legs.
With a bit of adjustment, she was able to line his dick up with her entrance. Stede, remembering the motions from here, was able to push in, slowly sinking his cock into her cunt.
Ed’s back arched and she dug her fingers into Stede’s shoulders, clinging onto him as she forced herself to breathe through the intrusion.
Oh, so she was a virgin.
“Sorry, love,” he apologized, holding himself painfully still as she adjusted.
“‘sokay,” she mumbled. Her face was pressed against his chest, and he stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head.
Shame bubbled up in his chest as what he was doing was fully realized. That he was, in a way, defiling her. Taking away something she could never get back. At the same time though, there was a sick satisfaction at deflowering her. She was a virgin before Stede. Nobody else had ever fucked her. Just Stede. He would always be her first.
Soon, Ed grew impatient. She squirmed against him, pushing Stede’s hips back with her hand and pulling him forward again, directing him through the movements.
Easing into it, he began slowly, his thrusts gradually building in speed until he was fucking her in earnest.
Ed felt… Ed felt amazing. Her pussy was tight and hot around his dick. She took him so easily, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips rolling forward to meet his thrusts.
She seemed aware that she couldn’t make too much noise, but even then, the prettiest sounds would escape her. Half bitten back moans and tiny gasps. Stede’s name tumbling from her lips interspersed with occasional cursing.
With one fist still clenched against his back, Ed reached a hand between them to stroke her clit.
“Fuck…” Stede swore, groaning as he watched her rub at her pussy. He yanked at her waist, sliding her forward until she was laying on her back across his desk and her legs folded towards her chest.
He fucked her. Rough enough that she needed to cover her mouth with her arm, poorly holding back cries of pleasure, as her long hair fell into her face. Hard enough that even her small tits bounced, those damn piercing winking in the overhead lights.
Her hand was still on her clit, rubbing furious circles as Stede’s dick slid in and out of her. It was something else, the sight of him in her, of being able to see how his cock penetrated her pussy, swollen from arousal and so wet that he just had to hope it wasn’t leaking onto any of the students’ reports. The dark hair covering it glistening in tight black curls, a tantalizing place he wish he could live in.
Eventually, he felt Ed’s motions grow shakier as she rubbed herself, until she was seizing around him, her breath catching in her chest as she arched off the desk, and a cry muffled behind her arm.
Stede fucked her through her orgasm. Fucked her as she came down from it. Continued fucking her even as she went limp and gasping underneath him. He wondered if she was used to the boys she slept with finishing far quicker than her. Stede, he could fuck her right. Do so in the way that she deserved to be taken care of. Exhausted, what could she do other than take it?
Ed whimpered, the weak noise turning into a moan as she became used to the feeling of continuing to be thrust into that she tried to stifle with a hand.
But the idea of not being able to hear her felt too sad for Stede to bear, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand free and pinning it to the desk, doing the same with the other.
Held down like this, he could hear Ed clearly. Could see her face with the handsome angle of her jaw, her cheekbones high and cutting. Her eyes were squeezed shut, brows pinched together, and her mouth opened in a small O-shape, asking for more.
“S-Stede… Fuck, Stede—A-ah, fuck! Stede!” she cried out, his name breaking against a sob, actual tears in her eyes.
He staggered, his grip loosening as Ed started to cry. “Ed?” he called her name, terrified that he may have hurt her. “Is it too much?”
“Please,” she pleaded, pushing her hips forward to meet Stede’s. “Please, fuck me, professor. Please, I’ll be good, please professor.”
She wasn’t in pain. Quite the opposite. She simply wanted him—No, needed him to such a degree it brought her to tears. Her desire so immense that it flooded from her.
“Fuck,” Stede groaned as he listened to her beg between sobs. “Fuck, Ed…” he said, thrusting into her with renewed vigor.
He listened, entranced, as she babbled his name. Her voice became more and more desperate, louder and near incoherent, until she was coming once again.
“Fuck Stede!” she yelled, her back rising from the table even as her wrists were held down, pulled taut like a rubberband on the brink of breaking. Her cunt seizing tight around his cock. “Stede—Ah, Ah!”
She collapsed down, crumpling beneath him with a spasm. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
Truly spent now and with tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, she laid there, her form jelly-like as Stede finished with her. Her body was pliable and loose where he was able to bend her with ease, allowing her legs to rest on his shoulders as he fucked into Ed. Her eyes fluttered shut, whimpering as she was used, but too exhausted to move.
So close. He was so close. Sweat dripped from his brow as he rutted desperately into her. His hips snapping forward a final time, as he buried cock deep inside of her—he needed to finish inside her—and came with a shudder.
“Ed… Fucking hell, Ed…” he groaned while coming. Continuing to pump into her until he was completely, utterly spent.
They stayed still like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, their bodies shaking slightly. Eventually, the stickiness became too much, and Stede pulled his softening cock out, the sensation making a sensitive Ed twitch. Cum dribbled from her, seeping from her pussy, and onto her asshole.
With an almost inquisitive curiosity, he pressed his fingers into her leaking cunt, as if plugging it. Ed whined as he did so, but made no attempt to stop him.
Stede kneeled on the floor, his fingers buried inside of Ed’s pussy as he ducked his head between her legs and mouthed at her clit.
She whimpered, too tired to cry out. Her hand was on top of his head, weakly holding him there as he finger fucked her pussy slowly. His tongue dragged along her slick lips and greedily lapping up the wetness there.
He took his time eating her out. Fingering her leisurely, patient as he unraveled her, and moaning with her in his mouth. He sucked on her clit, rubbing inside of her, relentless as he abused the spot that made her cry until she was writhing against him. Her orgasm was an exhausted, drawn out thing. She came in waves, rendered her wordless as she was fingered fucked through it, helpless beneath him.
Stede stopped only once he felt Ed pushing his head away. He looked towards her, grabbing a tissue from his desk so he could wipe his mouth clean, all the while staring at Ed with absolute adoration in his eyes.
Exhausted and spent, she lazily rolled her head to look at him, a small tired smile on her lips.
“Did I get a good grade, professor?” she asked, already knowing the answer.