Where it happened: Round her house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My story is unbelievable. I once made the mistake of telling this story to a girlfriend and she left me. But she was not a patch on the woman in my past.
One day I was walking down town. I stopped to at in a little cafe and noticed that two tables down my ex-teacher was sitting there, eating a sandwich, looking carefree. I had always had a major crush on her, and she last taught me when I was 13. Now I was 16 and studying for my exams, and thought that maybe she would be interested in teaching her former student. I went up to her, and re-introduced myself. I explained how I would appreciate extra revision and to my surprise she said that if I came round to her house on Monday night she would help me. Monday was a tough day for me to go round her house, but I agreed.
On the Monday she introduced me to her family- her little 8 year old daughter and her husband, who didn’t seem to care much. The revision session started, and I impressed her with my Math. “You’re so good!” She said, leaving me wishing that she would say a similar thing if I stripped bare and pumped her hard up her pussy.
Then I found myself lost in Mrs Kemp’s elegance and undeniable beauty. I looked at her hair…short and browny-blonde. Her ice blue eyes. Her complexion…she was tanned to perfection. Even her hands looked sexy. Her breasts were so big I thought they might burst through her sweater. I imagined this 37 year old woman nude and I got an erection. Only I forgot I was wearing tracksuit bottoms. It was visible for all to see, and I was praying that Mrs Kemp would not see it. But at the same time, another side of me wanted her to look at it. In the end I’m fairly sure she would have noticed.
Eventually it was time to go, and whilst I was leaving Mrs Kemp said we should do it again sometime. At that point I said the one thing that would be crucial to our future. “How about tomorrow?” I suggested. I knew that her husband would be away because I heard him say on the telephone that he had a conference in Swansea. “Ummm…ok” she said. On the way home I began to dream the impossible- That I would lose my virginity to this stunning woman.
The next day I went round, and we revised English. At 9.00pm she sent her daughter to bed. Once she came back down the stairs she sat on her couch (I was sitting on the floor) and slipped her shoes off. I looked at her tanned feet with its blue painted toenails. Then she asked me- “So Ian, what does the Mayor of Casterbridge all boil down to?” I replied- “Sex” She laughed. “Of course it doesn’t!”
I gently picked up her foot and said- “Mrs Kemp, everything boils down to sex” before putting the foot in my mouth and licking it. Mrs Kemp looked at me with a mixture of sterness and lust. I think she knew this was going to happen all along. I got up on the couch, and faced her as I sat on her lap. We then began to kiss. She put her hands on mine. She was burning up. We looked each other in the eyes, she had a look of total lust. I slowly pulled up her sweater, and took it off. Then she got up and took off her jeans. She stood in front of me wearing just black underwear. She told me to take off my clothes, which I did at an amazing speed. She turned her back on me, and she removed her bra. Then she turned round. Wow.
Mrs Kemps breasts are almost impossible to describe. They were massive, and tanned. Her nipples were also huge and brown. And they stood almost upright, with not a hint of fatigue in them. I think at this stage my mouth was wide open, unable to believe what greatness I was seeing. Then she looked at my penis and said it looked o.k from where she was standing. She then took off her knickers and showed me her vagina. I remember it to this day. It was hairy and the pubes were light brown. She then turned round, and her buttocks were huge as well. I waled up to her and tugged furiously on the right one. She walked into her cold wall and her nipples grew even bigger. Then she knocked me off and explained what we were going to do. She lay on her stomach and I got on top of her. I stuck my erect penis into her anus and grabbed both of her arms and acted as though I was rowing a boat. Within four minutes my “rowing” had left Mrs Kemp in a frenzy as she tried to grip on to anything, the veins in her hands looking like they would burst out.
She let out a huge scream of pleasure which echoed around the entire house, and led to her daughter coming down the stairs. I hid in the kitchen as Mrs Kemp put on her dressing gown. “What’s the matter Mummy?” She said. “N-Nothing…” said Mrs Kemp with a tone of desire still in her. “Go b-back to bed, I just stubbed my toe”. Her daughter slowly went back up the stairs.
I was sitting at the kitchen table when Mrs Kemp came in in her gown. She walked up to my chair. I put my hand in the gown and stroked her breast. I looked up at her, and she was nodding. I got up and began to fondle her breasts. She held my hand and whispered “lets go upstairs…” I followed her like a little puppy. “We’ll use the spare room.” She said. “It’s more…soundproof”.
Mrs Kemp lay on the bed before me. I got on top. She held my dick. It was as stiff as a board and throbbing. “There is only one thing I want in the entire world right now…your hard cock up my pussy, pumping as hard as it possibly can.” I obliged. We were at it all night. Mrs Kemp sweated like a pig. I think I did really well and Mrs Kemp was fucking excellent.
This relationship was not continued. This was a shame because it is now two years on and although I have had lots of sex none of them do it as well as Hillary Kemp did. She was a sex goddess.
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