Where it happened: her house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I fantasized about my teacher all year long. She was 24,
had been married three years and was going through a
divorce. Silly as it was, I was certain that it was because
she wanted me as much as I wanted her. My daydreams became
every wilder as I fantasized about how our lives would
entertwine once her divorce was over. Then came the big
shock! The financial strain of her divorce was forcing her
to move out of state at the end of the school year, back to
where her parents lived. She had to sell her beautiful
horse and wanted to have more than just photographs of it.
So, on the last day of classes, she tearfully asked if
anyone had a movie camera that she could borrow for a day
so she could get movie pictures of her horse before selling
it. I told her I could get one, and she asked me to bring
it by at 9AM on the following Monday.
I went to a friend’s and told him I needed to borrow his
folks’ movie camera (no camcorders back then!). He wouldn’t
let me have it until I told him who it was for and that I
hoped to get some home movies of my own! Then he insisted
on coming with me when I took it to her, although I argued
that she almost certainly wouldn’t do anything with him
there. So, we showed up at 9 on Monday, knocked and got
no answer. Eventually we went out back and knocked on that
door; again no answer. Thinking that we might have the
wrong address, we went to a phone booth a couple blocks
away to call. She answered and I found out it was the
right place but she had been in the shower. I pleaded with
my friend to please bug out, because she obviously wanted
more than just the camera but he followed me back…
She met us at the door in a robe, hair wrapped in a towel,
bare legs stretching a mile down from the robe to the floor!
Inside, the house was dark with the shades drawn. She
appologized, saying the court proceedings had left her
drained and she didn’t feel very bright and sunny. I boldly
told her that I’d love to comfort her anyway I could and
she turned so suddenly to look at me that her towel came
loose and slipped from her head. She absently pulled it
away, staring at me in a way that made me all weak, until
John coughed. The moment broken, she quickly asked if we
were thirsty and brought a tray with iced tea and sodas.
As she set it down next to me, her robe opened just enough
to verify that she really had just stepped from the shower
and was wearing nothing else but the robe.
During the next hour, John refused to take even the most
direct hint to excuse himself and leave, so I finally said
that it was time for us to leave and let her get on with
her day. I told her to call me if she had any trouble with
the camera (even though I knew nothing at all about it).
A mile or so from her house, I told John that I was going
to head over to a store before going back home, and headed
down a side street. A few blocks later, I doubled back and
headed for her house. That shit John figured I would do
something like that and headed straight back himself. I saw
him waiting at the end of her block, so I went the back way
around and cut through another yard to the rear of her house.
It took a few minutes for her to answer, and she was still
sobbing when she opened the door. I told her that I thought
she needed a friendly shoulder to cry on and she just grabbed
me in a huge hug. My face was squeezed between her breasts
and I thought I was going to either explode or die right there!
Eventually, she stopped and pulled me inside, shutting the
door behind us. In the living room, she offered me a seat
in a recliner, and then sat on the floor at my feet. She
began to pour her heart out about how awful the divorce had
been and how crushed she was that her ex was leaving her
for a secretary at his office. Looking down the front of
her gradually loosening robe, I only half heard what she
was saying and could scarcely believe the guy would leave
anyone as nice and beautiful as this… When she started to
sob uncontrollably, I tried to hug her but, because of the
way we were sitting, just pulled her head into my lap and
stroked her hair and the side of her face.
Meanwhile, I had an enormous erection and was doing my
best to keep it still and not twitching right in her face!
When the tears ebbed, she got up and came back with a box
of tissues. As she knelt down again, the robe sagged open
and I got my first full look at the most beautiful breasts
I have ever seen! When she leaned forward, they came to
rest on the chair seat right between my legs and I must have
moaned because she looked up at my face, down to where I was
staring and immediately sat back and closed the robe. I was
still just staring when I heard her appologizing for getting
me all worked up when I was being such a wonderful listener.
After what seem like a short eternity of mutual silence, she
opened her robe and asked if I liked what I saw. I could
only nod silently, and she replied that she’d like to see
more, too. In moments, were were both naked on the floor
and she whispered “we’ll do this a few times, so don’t worry
about it at first.” She wrapped her firm tits around my
bulging cock and I instantly exploded! Then she sucked my
still-hard and pulsing shaft into her mouth and licked and
sucked me until I orgasmed yet again. The intensity was
so great that I seriously was frightened and thought I was
going to die from the pleasure! When my vision cleared up
and I realized I was going to live, I found I was flat on
my back and she was massaging her full breasts along my
chest.
Telling me that I should be able to last for a while with
that, she asked if I was ready to learn the biology they
didn’t teach at school. She got up on her knees and bent
over me, offering me her breasts to play with. After
fondling and licking and sucking them for a while, she
straightened up and said it was time for the next lesson.
She straddled my chest and used her fingers to smooth back
her pubic hair and point out all the parts of her genitals.
She asked me to touch and explore her folds and crevices and
soon I was reaching inside and finger fucking her, amazed
at the liquid sounds it made. She reached down and rubbed
above my hand until her clit was engorged and visible. I took
over rubbing it for a while until she asked if I had enjoyed
her sucking me off. “God, yes!” I replied, and she said that
it feels just as good to a woman to get sucked. With my
eyes growing wider by the moment, she scooted forward and
nestled down until her pussy was on my mouth. She pulled
my hands up to her breasts and told me to lick and suck
wherever she positioned herself over me. I did my inexperienced
best, but it didn’t take long for my tongue to feel like it
would cramp and my jaw began to ache as she mashed harder
against me! Plus, my balls were again swelling up and
wanting release.
As if reading my mind, she pulled away and scooted back to
where she could lower onto my rigid cock. As I felt the
warm, tight, wetness envelope me, I thought I’d just come
again until she gently slapped my chest and scolded me to
slow down and hold in there a while! She fingered herself
and bobbed and rocked on my erection until I came a few
minutes later. Then she stretched out flat on me and ground
herself onto my cock and across my pubic bone until she
shrieked and shuddered to her own lingering climax.
We both slipped into a sleep for a time. I awakened beside
her with an urgent need to pee, so I quietly went down the
hall until I found the bathroom. Standing naked, I finished
peeing and, head back, said aloud, “God, she’s more than I
dreamed, a real live angel!” If I hadn’t been done, I’d have
sprayed the whole room when her words right behind me startled
me: “And you’re the answer to my prayers, even if this is
all wrong!”
Before the morning was over, we had made love several times
in the living room, bedroom, shower, and kitchen. I never
did get any movies of her, just the memories. The moving
van came on Wednesday, she was gone on Thursday. She never
returned my mail and I never saw her again.
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