Teacher has a weakness

Jimmy

A wave of disappointment rushes over him as Mrs Francis rapidly moves away. He watches her chest wobble as she moves back to her desk.

"Perhaps we had better continue this discussion after class today, after we've both had a chance to calm down."

Completely bewildered, all the lad is aware of is the pounding in his groin and head plus the lingering sight of the tops of Mrs Francis' boobs.

Slowly, he gets up, gasping with the pain as the trousers tighten around his groin. Still not being able to think, he just stands there, little realising that he is giving his teacher the perfect view of his fully formed erection in his trousers. The bulge easily revealing that he is of a size most grown men would be envious of...
 
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My mouth enveloped the head of his penis, the taste of pre-cum taking me further into the abyss. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to push all thought of family, honor, duty from my mind. I convinced myself that I was "just helping a student."

Slowly...I begin to lower my mouth onto him. Inch by inch, I feel his manhood slipping through my lips and approach the entrance to my throat.

A small groan, escapes from Eric's mouth.

My hand slides down the shaft of his cock, making room for my lips.

I fight back the "gag-reflex", relax my throat muscles and let him begin to slide down.

I feel his legs begin to tremble...

Just before I "bottom out", I begin to slide back up....ever....so ...slowly.... my hand squeezing and following the wet trail of saliva. Milking him...

As I reach the head of his thick cock, I open my eyes....looking up at him...and begin to lick him like a sweet, delicious lollipop...

"MMMMMMMM," I moan, staring into his eyes.

And then again slide down onto his eager prick.

Up and down...I begin to work. The thought of husband...children...bills...GONE !!!

For that moment I was a young girl again...experimenting...trying things....doing everything I hadn't done in my youth...

Finally...I was the girl with the football star !! He liked me !!

My pussy moistens as I continue working. God, I bet he would feel so good inside me. !! The length and thickness of his cock...slipping deep into my womb.

I feel his penis begin to swell...

Forgetting his inexperience, I've gone too fast.

I know he's going to finish...

Beginning to quicken the pace, I decide to take him over the edge.

And then.....

BAM !!! A loud noise from the hallway.

Oh Shit !!!

I stop what I'm doing. Jumping to my feet.

"Hurry, pull up your pants !!"

I stand waiting to see what's going on....

"It's all right, Mrs. Ranford. Just a slight disciplinary problem. I've got it under control. Go on back with your lesson plans. No need to bother yourself."

Oh no !!! It's that nosey Mrs. Francis. What has she seen ? Who will she tell ?

Grabbing my belongings, I run from the room. Sprinting to my car, I quickly open the door and get inside. Tears are pouring from my eyes....

"I'm ruined !!"

"Oh my God !!"
 
ERIC

She had me down her throat, then back into her mouth. Her tongue was wirling in circles, her lips sliding up and down my shaft. My eyes were watering. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. I couldn't hold back anymore.

nd then we heard a loud crash in the hall. Mrs. Ranford quickly pulled my cock from her mouth, squeezing it hard with her hand. A small trickle of cum oozed out the top and down my shaft, but the rest settled back into my swollen balls.

I heard voices, and then saw Mrs. Ranford run from the room. I stood there trying to regain my composure. My head was throbbing. I could feel sweat break out on my face. What was happening?

I finally regained my senses, then ran out of the room in search of Mrs. Ranford. I ran into Jimmy and Mrs. Francis who look startled, look up and down the hall and head for the exit. I see Mrs. Ranford getting into her car on the other side of the parking lot. I dashed over, open the passenger door and ho in before she has a chance to leave.

"Please, Mrs. Ranfors, you can't..."

And that's when I realized she was crying. I stopped talking and looked at her in silence. This was all wrong. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her it was okay. I put my hand on her shoulder,

"Please, Mrs. Ranford, don't cry. You did nothing wrong. You... you're just so beautiful. I can't help but have feelings for you. I would never hurt you, though. Maybe... maybe, well... I know I shouldn't say this, but maybe you have real needs too. Is it so wrong to take care of your needs, Mrs. Ranford?"

I put my fingers on her face and wiped her tears. She looked over at me.
 
Eric jumped into the car before I had a chance to pull away.

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I hear only a small fragment of what he said. Something about my needs.

His hand touches my face, wiping away the tears as they continue to pour from my eyes. I want his arms around me. I want him to hold me and comfort me...

But no !! He's just a kid !!

"I'm so sorry, Eric," I sob, "it's... it's ... not right. I mean. You're just a kid and ...... I...I...I'm so much older."

I reach into my purse and pull out some Kleenex. Wiping my eyes, I try to clear the cobwebs that have taken away my sense of reason.

"Eric if anyone ever found out, I'd lose everything."

I start the car, leaning over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You better get back inside," I smile weakly.

"God, if I were only twenty years younger...."
 
She leaned to me with her lips pursed. I quickly turned my head, pressing my lips to hers. My hand slid from her cheek to her the back of her head. Once again I found myself pushing my tongue between her lips, only this time I didn't feel any resistance. My hand dropped to her shoulder trying to pull her closer.
 
My mind, slowed by it's state of confusion, never expected what happened.

Before I knew it, he had turned and was, once again, pressing his tongue into my mouth.

My insides turned to jelly and I found myself kissing him back. His hand on my shoulder...

Our lips locked tightly together...

Finally, I break it off.

"Close the door," I manage to croak... "We can't do this here."
 
Eric

She pulled herself back into the driver's seat and started to back out. She didn't ask me to leave. I was speechless, afraid to scare her away, afraid she would stop and push me out. Then I saw the principal walking to his car. I slumped down in the seat and turned sideways to escaped his notice. My head ended up in Mrs. Ranford's lap. She continued to drive, but I was afraid to raise my head.

I realized my hand had ended up on her knee just below the hem of her skirt. The side of my face pressed against her lower stomach and upper thighs. I thought I could feel the heat from between her legs rising up through the fabric against my cheek. I took a deep breath and inhaled the faint smell of her womanly fragrance. My mind started racing again as my own unfulfilled passions began to boil.

I began to massage her knee with my fingers, lettitng them slide ever so slowly towards the thighs. When my hand was above her knee I let my fingers curl down to her inner thigh.

I had no idea of how she would react since I could not see her.
 
I backed out, oblivious to everything around me. Everything except Mr Turner, walking toward us.

Luckily Craig also saw him and ducked down.

His head ended up on my lap, but I had much more important things to worry about.

Shifting quickly into 'Drive', I pull out onto Maynard St and begin accelerating away from the school building. Taking a deep breath, I begin to feel Craig's hand roaming up my skirt.

His hand pushes the soft material up - and then slowly begins to make it's way between my legs.

I try to concentrate on driving, but it is becoming more difficult by the minute.

"Mmmmmm," I hear myself say, quickly clamping my mouth closed to prevent further outbursts.

Again the battle rages inside. The sensations are sooooo fantastic. But, it's sooooo wrong.

"Okay Eric, it's safe to sit up now," I urge. "We're far enough from school."
 
Mrs. Francis - Choral director & English teacher

Well, you handled that quite well, I think. He'll leave and calm down, and so will you.

She looked up, almost surprised to see him still there in the chair. As he slowly rose, he appeared confused, bewildered, disappointed. Then, as he completed rising from the chair, she saw the bulge of his penis, now fully erect and she gasped. He was huge.

Her heart pounded, her breathing increased, and her body responded with desire, causing her nipples to further harden, her pussy to ache.

He turned as if to return to the hallway and she realized he had no idea that he had a full-blown hardon and what people would think when they saw it.

"Jimmy, wait."

He turned back to her, his movements jerky, and she realized how uncomfortable it must be to have a huge erection inside his jeans.

"You can't go out like that, Jimmy. It's just not proper."

He looked toward her, then looked to where she was staring, and himself gasped.
 
I heard the words but they didn't register. My lust for the teacher was overpowering. I turned my head into her lap, nuzzling my nose into the "V" between her legs. The strong smell of sexual excitement filled my nostrils. My sexual passion had taken over. I no longer consciously controlled my actions.

My hand slid further along the silk stocking covering her thigh until I could feel the warm skin just above her stocking. She was wearing a garter! This only increased my lust and desire. She moved her thighs tightly together trapping my hand between them, but then she had to move her feet to break and her thighs parted momentarily. I quickly pushed the palm of my hand over the crotch of her damp panties.

I felt the car turn sharply and then bump over some rough road, finally coming to a stop. She opened the driver's side door and yanked her body away from me. She stood outside the car looking back at my lust filled eyes. I noticed we were on a dirt road among some trees. I could see she was getting ready to scold me again. There was fire in her eyes, but only part of it was anger, or so it seemed.
 
Jimmy

Turning round, he goes to leave.

"Jimmy, wait."

He turns back to face her.

"You can't go out like that, Jimmy. It's just not proper."

He just stands there, not comprehending.

Slowly his mind starts to clear and he sees that she is not looking him directly, but rather further down. Looking down himself, he finds himself looking at a huge tent in his trousers.

Oh God! He's sticking right out and Miss is looking at it!

He just stands there, like a deer caught in some car's headlight. All his blood draining from his face (but, unfortunately, not from his erection). He can't even move to cover himself.

"I-I'm s-sorry, M-Miss." he simply says...
 
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Eric's face is buried between my legs and his hand finds it's way to my panties. As his fingers make contact with my cotton covered pussy, I almost lose control of the car.

Turning down an old dirt road, I find a place to pull over. Bringing the car to a stop, I get out and walk several steps away. I'm shaking from fear and something I refuse to accept.

"Now listen Eric," I say raising a finger - scolding, "you don't understand."

I look into the young man's eyes. He's looking at me in such a peculiar way. It certainly isn't fear or shame written on his face.
It's something much more sinister.

"I'm a married woman," I continue. "I have a beautiful house and family and can't be caught with a ... a... a....kid."

"I'm sorry for what happened before, it was a mistake. And it can't happen again."

"Now I think I should drive you home and we should both forget what happened today."

My knees continued to tremble. I actually felt faint and hoped I wouldn't pass out right there.

I also hoped my speech would prevent him from trying anything else. I didn't know how much more fight was in this old body of mine....
 
Mrs. Francis - Choral director & English teacher

As Jimmy's face paled, I feared he would faint. This wasn't like him. He was a solid student, confident in class, an able speaker, but in this situation he seemed a child.

It was then that I realized he was pure. He's never made out with a girl, never even held one if I wasn't mistaken, so had never petted and of course never had sex. He was the purest form of virgin I'd ever encountered.

Heavens, I really have gotten into something here. What shall I do?

I walked over to him, not convinced I should even approach him but knowing he needed comforting.

He was taller than I by an inch or two, broad shouldered, every bit a man, yet so vulnerable. His handsome good looks would be my downfall, I feared, yet I reached out and put my hands on his upper arms, above the biceps.

He looked up at me. Was that fear in his eyes? Confusion?

I whispered to him, "Jimmy, you don't really know what's going on with your body, do you?"
 
Eric

She was scolding me and saying something about a family, but all my mind could see was the heaving swell of her breasts. The scent of her sex still lingered in my nostrils. I was crazed with lust for this woman. I could no longer accept not having her.

There was something passionate about the way she looked at me - the anger, the fire, the emotions churning inside her. To me her mouth was uttering words that her body didn't believe.

As she kept talking I moved across the seat. I placed my feet on the ground in front of her. I stood, my body rising above hers. She was trembling. I grabbbed her arms and forced my lips against hers. She struggled, but I didn't let go.

I spun her around and pushed her against the side of the car. She looked at me, her eyes a mixture of fear and aniticipation. She started to say something but I didn't give her a chance. I slammed my body up against hers. My lips mashed against her mouth. I tried to shoved my tongue between her lips and clenched teeth. My thigh pushed between her legs.

Holding her tight against me with one hand on her back, my other hand crushed against her soft breast. She continued to struggle as I pushed her back. And then the struggle stopped. Slowly, she put her arm over my shoulder as if to draw me to her.
 
He moved quickly - grabbing me - kissing me - pushing me up against the car.

His mouth on mine...

I fought - afraid - nervous - how had this happened ?

His leg moving, pressing between mine. An intense flash of pleasure - friction on my clitoris... my breast being squeezed.

Again images of my family fill my mind. My son, in his baseball uniform - age 10. My daughter, so sweet, so beautiful. My husband, my soulmate and best friend. How could I do this to them - betray them.

I struggle, trying to break free. He is so much stronger than me.

My legs feel weak, I can barely stand. I reach out to grasp his shoulder for support. My mind screams at me to stop this insanity, but I don't know how.

With all my remaining strength, I place my hands on his chest and try to push away. Please God, let me find the strength to get free...
 
Jimmy

He watches her as she approaches him. She seems different. Even in in his present state (or maybe because of it), he notices that she is moving differently.

Even though she is looking straight at him, he still wants to desperately look at those wobbling tits he can see from the corner of his eye.

Finally she is standing up next to him, her perfume once again in his nostrals. His body continues to tremble. Her touching his arms doesn't help.

She whispers to him, "Jimmy, you don't really know what's going on with your body, do you?"

He tries to answer but just can't...
 
Eric

She put her hands on my chest pretending to push me away, but I knew what she wanted, what she needed... what I needed. I grabbed her arm and spun her around, shoving her face down on the hood of the car. I quickly unbuckled my trousers pushing them down to my knees while holding her arm behind her. I lifted her skirt and grabbed crotch of her panties, ripping them from her body.

She strained her neck to look back at me. She saw the unbridled lust in my eyes and knew there was no stopping me. She made one last desperate plea.

“Please... no. My family, my husband...”

I placed my hand on the back of her neck, pushing her face to the car. My cock moved between her legs. The moist lips of her pussy only served to confirm, in my mind, what she really wanted. Her lips parted as my cock pressed into her. I felt her open. My engorged shaft slid into her steamy fuck hole. I pulled back and shoved again driving my cock deeper into her belly. My hands slid down her sides and under her until they covered her full breasts. I slammed my cock into her again, this time driving it all the way up her slimy chute. I held it there deep inside her, grinding hard against her. My hands grabbed the top of her blouse and ripped it down over her breasts.

I was so caught up in my own passion that I hadn’t noticed the change in the resistance she had previously been showing.

OOC: Eroticus is not a violent person. I hope Eric is not pushing too hard. He really does want to please the teacher.
 
Mrs. Francis

She put her hand under Jimmy's chin and lifted it so his eyes were looking into hers. As he was taller, this didn't require much.

She had finally locked his eyes knowing he would not turn his gaze from hers.

"Jimmy, what's happening to your body is quite natural, but I need to know if you understand what's happening before I go further."

Her heart was pounding and her breasts were very stimulated, moisture gathering between her legs.

Again, she whispered, "Tell me what you think is going on. You can trust me. No one will know what goes on between us."
 
Before I knew what was happening, Eric had spun me around and bent me over the hood of the car. A sharp pain ripped through my shoulder, as my arm was held roughly behind my back - a hand reaching down to tear away my panties.

I pleaded for him to stop, turning my head to make eye contact. His eyes, cold, lustfilled, only stared back blankly.

My head is forced down onto the hard metal hood. I wait - anticipating the inevitable. A mixture of fear, anger, lust racing through me like a million needles. Tears stream from my eyes, moistening my cheeks - but down below I also feel moisteness between my legs.

Images again fill my mind, but this time much different... My old bedroom - back at Mom's house. I see my bedspread and feel the presence of another - my step father. My head is also being held down and I feel something pressing insistently against my vagina. Memories, long repressed, come back with acute clarity...

"Oh my God !!" I scream as I feel Eric's large cock begin to enter me. His penis stretches me, sending currents of pain/pleasure through my entire body.

Another thrust and he slides further inside.. "Ugh", I groan.

Back to my bedroom and a similar pain ripping inside. I had just graduated from highschool... I could see my yearbook lying on the floor.. The smell of alcohol fills my nostrils...

Again Eric drives forward, impaling me on his long hard pole. He fills me like my husband never could. A low moan escapes from my mouth as he begins to grind his pelvis against my backside, rotating his manhood inside of my well lubricated hole.

His hands rip my blouse open and begin squeezing my breasts.

"Oh God Eric," I groan, "Oh God....."
 
Jimmy

"Tell me what you think is going on. You can trust me. No one will know what goes on between us." Mrs Francis whispers, her face so close to his.

"I-I.." he says, still having difficulty getting the words out. "I-I'm not sure, Miss. S-seeing Mrs R-Ranford and Eric made me feel really strange."...
 
Eric

I felt her relax below me as I began thrusting in and out of her hot cunt. She groaned, then said my name. My hands pulled against her tits, twisting and pinching her sensitive nipples. She slowly tilted her ass, then began moving it in slow circles. This only increased my excitement. I slammed into her hot fuck hole more forcefully causing her whole body to jerk forward on the hood of the car. Her moans turned to squeals the harder I fucked her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. The rougher I handled her the more it seemed to excite her.

I pulled her all the way up by her hair, then sunk my teeeth into the side of her neck as my other hand squeezed tightly over her breast. I slammed up into her, raising her up on her toes with each thrust. Juices began pouring from her cunt as her excitement level continued to rise.

As good as she was from behind, I wanted to look at her face while I stabbed her with my cock. I pulled out and yanked her around until she was facing me. I pushed her back against the car forcing myself between her legs, bent my knees and shoved my cock back into her steamy cunt. She squealed loudly when I slammed into her, lifting her off the ground. I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her up using the car as leverage to hold her in place as I continued to hammer her pussy. She fell back onto the hood with her legs wrapped around me. My cock was buried deep and burrowed around inside her boiling furnace. Sweat dripped from my face. My head throbbed from looking at the image of my teacher impaled on my cock and squirming desperately against it.
 
Mrs. Francis - Choral director & English teacher

She was in shock. Jimmy's statement of seeing Mrs. Ranford and Eric making him feel strange sent a chill up her spine. What was she to make of that?

But she couldn't show her shock. He was just beginning to open up to her. He would clam up if she reacted too severely.

She again whispered, "What do you mean it made you feel strange? Did seeing them cause feelings to begin in the pit of your stomach, and then feelings in your penis?"

He started at her use of the word penis, looking frightened.

"It's okay, Jimmy," she whispered. "You know that's the name for your genitals. You learned that in sex education, remember?"

He slowly nodded his head, calming a bit.

"So is that what happened? You started to feel stirrings there?"
 
Jimmy

Hearing Mrs Francis saying that word causes him to react.

"It's okay, Jimmy," she whispers to him. "You know that's the name for your genitals. You learned that in sex education, remember?"

He nods, his heart pumping hard.

"So is that what happened? You started to feel stirrings there?"

He nods again, his body shivering.

Again, he is filled by the urge to look at her breasts.

Breaking away from her stare, his eyes drop down...
 
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