Buffy Beaten update

Xander squirmed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as if that were any way to distract from the monster growing in his pants. As if there were any way to distract from it. He was tempted to simply dash out of the room like he was trying out for track and field, but Miss French’s blunt stare pinned him in place. A red-hot blush crept up his neck and over his face. Finally, Xander chanced a quick glance at Miss French’s face, wondering what reaction he was getting. Would she be amused by his adolescent lack of control, incensed by the depravity of its presence in the classroom, or shocked into all-out heart failure?

He would’ve believed any extreme reaction he got, which was what made him so shocked to see Miss French looking thoughtful instead.

Her own gaze met his and Xander averted his eyes. He wondered if Miss French wouldn’t look away as well. His face felt so flushed that he thought maybe he was blushing too bright to look at, like a neon sign at full power. 

“Why, Mr. Harris,” Miss French said. Xander grimaced, confused. She didn’t sound as mad or scandalized as he would’ve expected. She sounded concerned. “You’ve got an erection.”

Xander stammered despite the fact that he was saying nothing. What was there left to say? She’d boiled it all down to four words. His English teacher would be impressed—Miss French had put all those haiku writers he loved so much to shame.

“That explains it,” Miss French continued sympathetically. 

“Explains what?” Xander asked, torn between lowering his eyes and respectfully meeting her gaze.

“Why you’ve been having trouble in class.” Miss French crossed her legs. “It’s clear to me now. How could you be expected to pay attention when you had a hard-on like that? It must’ve demanded all your concentration. You should have told me, Xander… you poor, tormented boy.”

Xander gaped at her, trying to piece together her mouth moving and her words hitting him and somehow finding a fit where Miss French was actually saying the things that were coming out of her mouth. She wasn’t chiding him at all. She was commiserating with him. He couldn’t believe it!

“I, uh, well… most of the teachers at this school don’t like getting updates on my—“

“On your cock?” Miss French smiled as if him bringing it up were completely adorable. “You should simply have asked to be excused. No one would have to know the reason, except for me. Now that I know how big a problem you can have… you should have gone directly to the restroom and relieved yourself, not suffered in silence.”

“Relieved myself?” Xander asked. “You mean…”

“I mean with your hand.” Miss French’s lips quirked. They could almost have formed a smile. “That’s always worked for me.”

Xander wasn’t beet red anymore. Now he was white as a sheet. He could only imagine what color his cock was. He imagined the tip being perfectly purple, as Miss French’s words got him harder and hotter than it seemed his zipper could bear.

“Well, you’re, uh, you… you sure about that?”

“You don’t have to be ashamed of it,” Miss French said, giving him a consoling smile. “My silly young lad. It’s normal, natural. Everyone does it.”

Xander couldn’t believe that—that everyone did it. Surely, no girl ever got this horny. He couldn’t imagine Buffy or Cordelia or Willow being so turned on they needed to masturbate. But if what Miss French said was right…

Xander felt weak in the knees, like his raging erection was hogging all the energy that would normally keep him upright. He glanced once more at her crotch and saw up her skirt. Her thighs were parted even further than before. Her thighs were lush but sleek, her cunt glossy as satin. Dripping wet. He could see her inner thighs gleaming. Maybe she was as horny as he was. But instead of showing it, somehow she was able to control herself—maybe she was getting off on teasing him this way.

Xander staggered, leaning on the desk next to him. His legs were watery, elastic… the only firmness in his body was his erection.

“Let’s not be bashful, Xander. We’re discussing your health. I’ve always believed this school should be more hands-on with sex education. Tell me: how many times do you masturbate in a week?”

“I… never!” Xander gasped.

Miss French smiled, bemused but a little chiding. “Really, Xander.”

“I have a girlfriend!” he insisted.

“And she satisfies all your needs?” Miss French asked drolly. “Just to put you at ease, you should know I masturbate every morning. It’s a wonderful way to start the day. Now that I’ve admitted that to you, can’t you see there’s no need to be ashamed?”

Xander’s cock swelled even further. With thoughts of Willow and Cordelia and Buffy masturbating already in his head, thinking of Miss French fucking herself every morning, that very morning, she’d done it practically just before seeing him—Xander was as dazed as if he’d taken a punch to the face.

And Miss French took no notice. As if completely unaware of how she was rearranging Xander’s universe, she reached up and casually plucked a pin from the severe bun of her hair. It unraveled like something waking up, her dark locks falling around her face like armor. Xander was amazed at how beautiful she was. No, that wasn’t it. She’d always been beautiful, but the hair thing made her… sensual.

She was still waiting for him to speak. Xander refused to admit to anything. Some felon trait in his DNA counseled him to deny, deny, deny, come what may. And so, in true Harris fashion, he tried to shift the blame. “The reason I got… that I’m like this… is how you were sitting on the edge of your desk.”

Miss French didn’t seem surprised—nothing Xander did seemed likely to surprise her, now that she’d shrugged off the sight of his cock outlined in his jeans—but her eyebrows did lift curiously. “Oh?”

“Yeah… I saw your… you…” Xander began to falter, but rallied at the last minute for Miss French’s encouraging eyes. “Between your legs.”

He winced, sure this would be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Miss French laughed instead. “Well then! I suppose I should be flattered. I didn’t realize, Xander. I’ll have to be more careful in the future. I wouldn’t want to inflict this on you again—not during class.”

She turned her head and her dark hair looked more like a soft cascade across her cheeks than the armor it’d first seemed. She looked much more personable than any teacher Xander was used to. He still couldn’t believe she jerked off, but at least she was willing to say she did.

She hadn’t shifted her position after what Xander had told her. Maybe she thought she was covered up now as she hadn’t been then. Maybe, with all her talk of masturbation and health, she just assumed the damage was done. Xander had a hard-on. Hiding herself wouldn’t make it go away… not for a couple hours, at least.

“Now that you feel comfortable telling me that,” Miss French said, “isn’t it time you reveal to me about your self-pleasure?”

Xander hung his head. For as easy-going and sexual as she presented herself, he could tell she wouldn’t let that go without tasting blood. “Twice a day.”

Miss French frowned. “That sounds about right… I can’t see how that would fail to satisfy you. Did you jerk off this morning?”

Xander could only nod.

“And you still have cravings,” Miss French mused. “Your girlfriend must be very pleased with your stamina.”

“She would be,” Xander muttered darkly, remembering how Cordelia had spurned him a few nights ago. When he thought about it, this whole mess was really her thought. She’d gotten him all primed up to go to the next level, his cock ready and willing to please a woman, then abruptly he’d been demoted back to his hand…

“Then you don’t please her?” Miss French asked. “Or she doesn’t allow herself to be pleased?”

“I don’t know—I think it’s a bit of both.”

“Ah. A high-maintenance girl.” Miss French’s lips drew together in a tight line. “That’s very irresponsible of her, and self-defeating. She could certainly enjoy helping you with your needs. I’ll have to have a word with her…”

Xander gulped. “That might not be the best idea.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll just be a little girl talk. She’s young. She doesn’t know what older women have learned—how the brain can’t function without sufficient blood, how much blood is diverted to the phallus when it becomes erect, how thoughts of sex literally drive everything else from the mind. I’ll make it clear to her. You need a girl who’s more understanding. But with or without her, I want you to promise me that you’ll orgasm at least once per day. Whether or not she deigns to be a good girlfriend.”

What could Xander do but nod in agreement?

“A boy can’t learn when he wants to fuck,” Miss French said. “But now I must be sure of your technique as well. Xander, I want you to masturbate right now.”

“Jesus Christ!” he moaned, not sure if he was going to drop dead on the spot or come in his pants.

“I can’t be a conscientious educator and not set my mind at ease on this, Xander. I have to see you relieve yourself.”

“I can’t!” Xander protested. “Not with you watching! What if I do it in the bathroom? I could bring a cup…”

“How hard do you think it would be to find semen in a high school bathroom? No, Xander, I want to be sure.”

And looking into her eyes, with her dark hair beautifully framing her face, the memory of her bare pussy freshly imprinted in his mind, Xander began to think that it might not be so bad to jerk off in front of Miss French. It might even be… interesting. He was shaking, his goosebumps had goosebumps, but he unzipped his fly—eyes closed, unable to look at Miss French.

His cock rushed out, its hardness finally finding a measure of release as it dragged Xander’s white cotton briefs out into open air. His ten inches stretched the fabric to its absolute limit.

Miss French’s lips parted, her face finally showing some surprise, a little of the apprehension Xander was feeling. 

Xander hooked his fingers in the crotch of his underwear and pulled until his cock raged out through the flap, finally freed, standing out from his jeans like the prow of a ship. Miss French stared, her lips quirking in a smile, but her eyes keeping that surprise her expression had just shown, like she had still not grown used to the sheer size of him. Xander hauled his balls out to present them to Miss French as well, bloated with jism, yet still comparative bunched together at the base of his length, ready to unload.

He opened his eyes a slit to look at Miss French and saw her looking at his cock, her own eyes narrowed. Experimentally, Xander wrapped his hand around the base of his prick. He tugged it gently and the knob flared out of his foreskin, dripping precum as if in offering to Miss French.

“That’s a good start, Xander,” Miss French said. “Now keep going. I don’t want you stopping until you’re empty of every last drop.”

Her words hit Xander like a freight train and in a pulse of excitement, his hand slipped off his cock, leaving it visibly throbbing with need.

“Oh, I see you’re nervous.” Miss French sighed. “I guess I’ll just have to help you, Xander.”

His eyes widened. “Help… how? You gonna put on a Barry Manilow album?”

Miss French smiled sweetly, as if his joke were actually funny. Then, without the least hesitation, she reached out and wrapped her delicate hand around his manhood. Xander almost fainted as the first gentle touch became the pressure of her grip on his cock. Waves of fire lashed upward from where she held his prick. His mind sizzled with the thought that she was touching him there. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t yet exploded.

Miss French pumped him slowly, her fist barely able to hold his thick shaft. Her hand traveled down to the base of his cock, drawing the skin downward so that his knob looked like it was straining away from the rest of his erection. 

“There’s nothing wrong with what I’m doing, Xander. I’m merely taking care of a medical condition so you can get back to concentrating on your studies. You understand that, right?”

At that moment, Xander would’ve understood anything Miss French told him. He nodded as enthusiastically as his cock throbbed in her hand. 

Miss French got to work. She dragged her hand up and down his length, loosening her hold so that her fist skimmed over him for a couple strokes, then tightening it into a stranglehold and forcing it along his rigid manhood. All while staring at what she was doing, putting it in the forefront of both their minds—her head tilted from side to side, making her seem fascinated, studying what she was doing like it was an attempt to solve a vexing intellectual problem. Xander could almost have believed this really was a medical procedure; no different than her bandaging a cut.

Then Miss French took hold of Xander’s swollen balls with her other hand, squeezing gently, as if working the cum out of them with steady pressure. She rolled her right hand over his shaft to pull at his cum with a steady rhythm, both hands bringing him closer and closer to his peak. She pulled down firmly with her right hand, dragging his foreskin down so that his cockhead was bared, while her left hand squeezed his scrotum tight. 

A drop of precum dripped down his bulbous cockhead, leaving a slimy trail across Miss French’s pistoning fingers. It finally fell down onto her knee and she moaned as she felt it sizzle on her bare skin.

“Do you have a handkerchief, Xander?” Miss French asked, her right hand traveling over his cock faster and faster, almost in a frenzy, while her left hand massaged his balls, kindling a fire in them.

Xander shook his head. He understood her concern. When he came, his load would go everywhere. But he had nowhere else to put it. He usually jerked off in the shower or into a sock—neither of which he brought to school.

“I guess I’ll have to take care of that too,” Miss French mused. She got down onto her knees before him, Xander’s manhood throbbing harder than ever to see her there, and she pointed his cockhead at her open mouth, jacking him off harder than ever.

There was nothing intellectual about how Miss French looked now. Her expression was all lust. Her eyes were hooded and shining with lust, her lips moistly parted, her tongue rolling across her lower lip with tangible need. Finally, it lolled out of her mouth, inviting his cum, even seeming to need it, and Xander couldn’t resist anymore. As much as he wanted to prolong this miracle, the sight of Miss French with her lips wide open to accept his load both demanded his cum and got it.

Before she even finished lowering her jaw, Xander released his first blast of hot cum. “Yeah!” he grunted, looking down in time to see the thick spray of cum bridge the gap between his quivering cockhead and Miss French’s tongue. Another gout sprayed from him, splashing across her cheek and into her raven-black hair.

“Come, come, come!” Miss French chanted as she tried to catch his spurting knob inside her cum-smeared lips.

Once his cockhead was lodged in her mouth, Miss French drank and drank. The muscles of her throat worked desperately to take everything Xander fed her, but there was simply too much even for her insatiable hunger.

Excess cum ran from both corners of her stretched lips. Cum ran up the back of her throat and dripped from her nostrils; thick rivulets of Xander’s seed collected on her chin, then fell to the pale flesh of her quaking breasts. 

Over and over again, Xander pumped his teacher’s mouth full. She stroked his thick shaft and massaged his scrotum, wondering just how much her stomach would bulge before he was done.

The final ropes of slimy cum shot from Xander’s trembling cock and Miss French pulled her full lips off of it, letting the last of his scalding cum cover her lovely face. When a little more foamed from his cockhead, she licked it away, still jerking fiercely on Xander’s shaft to make sure there was nothing more she had missed.

“There,” Miss French purred, her husky voice giving only the subtlest sign that she was coated in Xander’s seed. “Don’t you feel better now?”

Xander nodded. Even if he hadn’t been too spent to speak, the sight of Miss French, face totally white with his cum, would’ve struck him speechless.

“Good. Now, I’m going to give you a special assignment tonight. Extra credit, you might say.”

Xander blinked, completely flummoxed from how Miss French had gone from teacher to lover and now back to treating him as her student.

“I want you to jerk off tonight,” she said, her smile showing pearly teeth almost as white as his cum. “Twice.”

Xander’s limp cock stirred.

“And just to be sure, I want you to show your work. Bring your cum to school. In a jar, of course.”

No fucking way, Xander thought. “Uhh, sure you wouldn’t rather just have an apple, Miss French?”

“Natalie,” she said. “Call me Natalie. And apples don’t taste…” Her tongue traveled round her lips, licking them clean of the jism running down her face. “Anything like this. You’re dismissed… unless you have more.”

Xander staggered out of the class, barely remembering to zip up his jeans before he stepped out into the hall.

Natalie smiled, rubbing her groin and shivering as she felt out her fiery clit. Her other hand ran over her face, rubbing Xander’s cum into her skin slowly and lovingly. It took an effort to draw her hands away from both targets, but she folded them together. Her cunt was seething, but she didn’t want to cash in her climax just yet. Not when there were so many other ways to get off.