To be honest, there was nothing strange about it because we had already developed a habit of being aroused by her “penetrating” gaze, but this time I felt something animalistic in it. As if with my sixth sense, I understood that my teacher was a woman at an age when sexual activity is necessary, but her husband already has other interests. However, after a moment I felt embarrassed and decided not to indulge in such daring fantasies anymore.
The class was progressing, our gazes occasionally crossed, but not as a teacher and student, at least that’s how it seemed to me. The bell rang, everyone hurriedly packed their bags and rushed to leave the classroom. I had nowhere to rush, so I stayed in the classroom.
And then she approached me. No, there was nothing intimate about it, she simply said that considering my not-so-great performance, I was given the opportunity to work on math individually, that is, to have consultations after classes. I thought – why not, if the teacher is strangely welcoming, then I should take advantage of it.
Starting the next class, I began to get a little nervous. Not so much about my catastrophically low level of knowledge, as about my constant arousal. I saw my sexual partner in almost every teacher, and the fact that my excitement, feeling the sweet aroma of women’s sweat and other secretions, was noticeable as a bulge, would not be easy to hide, especially when being alone in the same room… But I decided – whatever happens, happens.
I entered the classroom with bravado. Because just a moment ago I had raised my self-esteem once again, “intelligently talking about current events”. The teacher was already waiting for me. Oh God, how much I wanted her, I longed to touch her lovely curves, undress her, taste her nipples, feel the scent of a woman’s individuality, which includes the scent of sweat, breath (which is special for women), vaginal secretions and anal odor. My lifelong dream at that moment was to take off her white panties and lick her thighs as no one has ever done before. But it seemed to me that she only had damn trigonometry in her mind… but for me…
Well, I couldn’t calculate any examples! I was sweating cold, my hands became wet, the pen slipped out of my fingers, but next to me was She, whose desirable flesh accidentally touched my shoulder once in a while. And then I felt that treacherous movement in my stomach. What a shame!
I leaned forward so that the teacher would not notice the dimensions of my, by the way, voluminous, but still innocent thing, and tried not to think about this beautiful, but sometimes destructive world called “sex”.
For a while I managed to do it, I even got one example, but it happened with such a strong nervous tension that I thought I was going to explode! I silently recited a prayer composed by myself and, unable to look the teacher in the eyes, poured out the following phrase:
– Teacher, I have a big problem. I am currently going through a severe sexual crisis and can’t think about anything but you. I don’t care what you think about me, but I want only one thing – to sleep with you.
Of course, the teacher was visibly confused. I turned my head and looked into her eyes. I had never been so close to her. But she didn’t ask me for an explanation, she didn’t chase me away, no, she touched me. At first – as if accidentally on the shoulder, but when I didn’t react, she quickly grabbed my penis. Of course it was as firm as a virgin’s vagina. She sensed it, so her expression changed rapidly – from not understanding at first to interested, even passionate. She asked:
– But why didn’t you tell me anything earlier? You could at least show interest! Well, after all, better late than never. Where do you live, Peter?
Biting my tongue out of fear, I gave her my address.
– Okay, we will start the lessons tonight. I’ll be with you at eight, and don’t even think of telling anyone about it, otherwise you won’t see my pussy like your ears.
The teacher pushed me out the door, licking my eighteen-year-old boy’s dry lips goodbye with her forty-year-old experienced tongue.
I walked home like in a dream. Unable to understand what has happened to me and whether what happened is true. I went home, allowed myself to drink a little, then, already in a much more uplifting mood, I started cleaning the house (I live alone in a multi-storey one-room apartment in a residential area), emptying the piggy bank, I went to the store to buy a box of sweets, some cupcakes and wine, because I had heard that the consumption of strong drinks greatly weakens sexual performance.
By eight the giddiness had long worn off and I was once again overwhelmed with excitement. When the doorbell rang, I took a deep breath for five seconds and then went to open it. She looked wonderful – she was not in an evening dress, of course, but her nice blouse perfectly highlighted the curves of her breasts, while the tight skirt, slightly above the knee, could not hide the sensual shape of the teacher’s ass.
After entering the room, where I had arranged all the goodies on the table, we sat down on the sofa next to each other. After uncorking the bottle, I poured it into glasses. The teacher took the glass, stood up and said:
– Well then, my dear student, let’s drink to your excellent results and so that I have a pleasure of teaching you!
We drank the wine, looking into each other’s eyes. And then, even though I thought it wouldn’t happen so soon and so quickly, she unbuttoned her blouse, turned to me and asked:
– Well, what will you say now?
I sat dumbfounded. Feeling fed up, I hugged her and pressed my lips to hers. She responded by starting to kiss me passionately while undressing me. I didn’t waste time either, I took off the teacher’s blouse, unhooked her bra and put my face to her full breasts. Those dark circles and plump nipples seemed sweeter to me than anything else in the world. Meanwhile, she started moaning softly, stroking my hair and hugging me tighter. Then she said:
– Go down, my friend, I have something more delicious for you.
We slowly moved to a lying position, I gently pulled down the teacher’s skirt, revealing her white panties. I almost went blind from this sight. But for a short time. Then I started to lick her stomach while pulling off her panties. When I got to the dark triangle, I asked her to turn over on her stomach, because I’ve always been turned on by women’s bottoms, especially grown and mature ones like my teacher. As I expected, it smelled fantastic. Without prejudice, I started licking her butt hole, feeling a strong pleasure. By then all my anxiety was gone, so I seemed to be acting like a pro, because, you know, my theoretical knowledge was excellent in this field.
Then the teacher said:
– I think that your weapon should be sharpened as well. Please sit down and enjoy what I’m about to do to you.
I obeyed. We went to the bed, I sat down, and the teacher knelt between my legs. After freeing my thing from my boxers, she started massaging it, little by little uncovering the thoroughly swollen head. Then she covered it with her soft lips. Oh, what a pleasure! My cock went deeper and deeper, increasing the pace. I grabbed her head and instinctively moved my hips along. When I felt I was about to finish, she suddenly stopped and told me to rest. But I didn’t last more than half a minute. When the teacher noticed how much I wanted to enter her parted lips, she made me sit down again. When I had done this she sat on my legs facing me so that her crotch was right next to my dick. I could feel her arousing breath and hot body, I still had the taste of her vagina and anus in my mouth. By the way, she hadn’t had sex in years! Looking me closely in the eyes, she said:
– I will try to be the best I can, because this will be a very important moment in your life. Enjoy it!
The teacher lowered my foreskin, then, leaning on my shoulder with one hand, rose a little and, holding my thing by the base with the other hand, began to massage it with her crotch – back and forth, gradually lowering herself.
In about ten of those wonderful seconds, she was all the way down – my cock in the warm vagina of a grown woman! This realization sent goosebumps up my spine. The teacher was still looking into my eyes. I hugged her, caressing her back with one hand and massaging her anus with the index finger of the other, after soaking it with saliva. Then I pulled her closer until our chests were touching. Meanwhile, the teacher began to move in waves, hugged me, and we became one whole. I started kissing her, this time my tongue entered the teacher’s mouth much more passionately, and her tongue tasted even more exciting.
Meanwhile, my finger had already slipped halfway into her anus. She liked it. Our pace quickened. She started moaning louder and louder, which turned me on almost as much as the warm breasts rubbing against my body. Like the first time, I couldn’t indulge in the pleasure of intercourse for too long, soon I felt the pleasant pressure in my penis. I also started moaning along with the teacher. She understood that I was going to finish and, wanting to calm me down, said that I don’t have to pull out because she couldn’t have children any more. This heated up the blood even more and I started moving at an incredible speed.
Fortunately, the orgasm for both of us started at the same time and lasted almost half a minute. I flipped the woman onto her back, she wrapped her legs around me, and after a while we started shaking in a fever of pleasure. It was fantastic – we moved exactly at the same time and so hard it felt like the bed was about to break. She was sweaty all over, especially her lower body.
I laid on her for a moment, enjoying the closeness of our hot bodies, then I pulled out the already throbbing member from her reddened and rosy pussy. Sperm still flowed from the cock, leaving it on the white path of the teacher’s black triangle. Then I licked her body for about five minutes, especially enjoying the tips of the breasts and the wet bottom, the smell of which had mixed with the smell of sperm and became even more pleasant.
The teacher wanted to taste my cock again. She told me to lie on my back and squatted on my chest herself, this time with her back to me. Pushing her bottom close to my mouth, she bent down and took my cock in her mouth, which instantly rose. I began to manipulate my tongue, first vacuuming the hair of the teacher’s crotch, then began a light back and forth motion, pushing deeper and deeper between her lips. I felt her lips moving harder and harder on my cock. Then I tried to stick my tongue in her anus. Half succeeded.
Little by little I felt that the second orgasm was approaching. I started to rise up along this woman’s body, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her vagina, she also squeezed me tighter between her legs and started spasmodically twitching. After a couple of strong movements, I shot into the teacher’s mouth the part of the hot liquid that she had not drained from me in the first act. I could feel with my nose that the teacher also was wetter than before so I started sucking harder. So she laid on top of me with my face buried in her crotch.
The teacher got dressed and left in silence. Only at the door did she, according to tradition, give me a perfectly depraved kiss and whispered passionately:
– Until next lesson…
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