Teacher has a weakness

Eric

Her body tensed into a knot and then exploded. She shrieked and squirmed around below me. Her head thrashed back and forth. Juices gushed from her cunt coating my fingers.

I continued pounding my cock deep into her bowels. Her orgasm seemed to get even more intense. Cum filled my balls. My cock swelled, stretching the walls of her ass. I pounded her harder, faster. My stomach tightened. Everyhting seemed to surge to my groin.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH..."

Hot seed erupted form my cock and blasted into her belly.

"UUUUNNNNGGGHHH..."

Another surge of cum gushed into her ass.

"UUUUHHHHHH..."

More cum, then more. Her orgasm got a second wind as she felt my hot milky fluid filling her bowels. I continued thrusting into her until I was completely drained and she had collapse on the seat whimpering. I kept my cock deep inside her and felt her shudder. I finally pulled out.

I quickly pulled my clothes back in place. She was still lying on the seat, her dress up around her waist, her tits hanging out from her torn blouse and cum drooling over her ass cheek. I had no idea what to say, so i just tok of through the wood in the general direction of the school.

He came out at the park near the school and saw... was that Jimmy getting into Mrs. Francis' car?
 
Jimmy

In a daze, he slips out of the school and makes his way to the park. All he can think about is what had happened back in the school. It's like a dream.

He is still thinking about it when he sees her pull up beside him in her car.

"Get in!" she tells him, opening the passenger door. He does so quickly.

They both sit there, silent as they drive back to her house, neither of them saying a word. He doesn't even dare look at her though he is not sure why.

"Are you all right, Jimmy?" Her question catches him by surprised.

"Y-yes, Miss." He quickly replies, though in reality he is both scared and excited, not knowing what lies ahead of him...
 
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Mrs. Francis

Jimmy's nerves were starting to get to her. Maybe she should call the whole thing off. He wasn't ready for this; she was pushing him.

She turned at the light heading toward her house. Her conscience was raging a battle in her head. This was wrong and she knew it. She should stop it before it got out of hand.

She downshifted and pulled to the curb. Pulling up the handbrake, she turned off the engine and turned toward Jimmy.

"Jimmy, maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. I feel as though I'm pushing you into something you're not ready for."
 
Jimmy

Jimmy watches her stop the car. For the first time, he looks at her.

"Jimmy, maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. I feel as though I'm pushing you into something you're not ready for."

For a moment, Jimmy says nothing. He just looks at her, her mouth, her large chest, her body. Again, he remembers what happened in the school, how she kissed him, how he had sucked her breasts. It had felt so good.

Oh God!

He feels himself growing hot, his bulge in his trousers growing hard again. He stares at her mouth.

Oh how much he wants to kiss her!

Something inside him is screaming for him to not to let her stop. He has to have more.

"M-Miss, you are not pushing me into anything. I really want to do this. Please?" It is almost a plea...
 
Mrs. Francis

Leaning against the car door facing Jimmy, Sherry watched the conflicting emotions cross his face. Surprise. Fear. His gaze unfocusing, pleasure appears on his face. Lust. Then doubt as he utters:

"M-Miss, you are not pushing me into anything. I really want to do this. Please?"

Sighing, she lowers her face into her hands, shaking her head slightly. She remains stationary for several moments, the battle within her head raging on between common sense and greedy lust. It had been so many years since her husband had passed. The interludes she'd allowed herself had been brief, tantalizingly sweet but nonetheless brief.

She lifted her head and gazed back at Jimmy, surveying yet again his very male body, a man's body, a man's face, a man's erection, the man within the teen wanting to claw his way to the surface, to fully become a man.

The innocent look about him almost took him back to the school, but the yearning in his eyes made her decision for her.

She turned and refastened her seatbelt and started the engine. As it roared into life, she told him, "Against my better judgment, and my conscience, I'm going to lead you down a road you'll never return from, a road which will control you until you learn to wrest the control from it."

She turned and, putting the gears into neutral and lifting up on the clutch, leaned towards him and kissed their most intimate kiss yet, and whispered in his ear, "But you must call me Sherry when we're alone."

Releasing the handbrake, she depressed the clutch, shifted into first gear, and sped off as only a sportscar can.
 
Jimmy

His heart is almost bursting through his chest after that last kiss. He can still taste her mouth, her tongue in his mouth. His hard on (that's what the other kids call it) is throbbing violently, eager to get out.

As they start off again, he finds himself looking at her legs. Then slowly, his eyes start to wander upwards...
 
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As I came, I felt his hard cock erupt inside of my ravaged anus. The sensation and thought of him cumming inside of me drove me to a higher level than I have ever been. His warm seed filled my rectum and our orgasms subsided together.

My body shook uncontrollably and my mind reeled with the events that had just occurred. I felt his penis soften and then exit my buttocks. The sound of clothes rustling told me that he was finished. I tried to sit up, to find the right words to say; but when I finally found enough strength to get myself off the seat...he was gone.

I looked down at myself, clothes torn and soiled. My emotions ran wild. Tears streamed down my cheeks...

"Oh dear Lord, what have I done," I cried, falling back down onto the seat.

I thought of my husband and kids. I have surely let them down. How could I let something like this happen.

Struggling into the front seat, I managed to start the car and begin the short drive home.

"Oh Please forgive me," I cried to nobody in particular...

Opening the garage with the automatic door opener, I let myself inside and head immediately to the shower.

With hot water pouring down, I scrub fiercely with a fresh bar osf soap to remove any remnants of Eric. And with that same mixture, I try in vain to wash away the sin that I have just committed....
 
Eric

I couldn't get Mrs. Ranford out of my head. Nothing had ever prepared me for this kind of lust. I would do anything to have her again. But she wanted me, right. So I'd be doing her a favor too.

I looked her address up in the school directory. That night I walked over, not knowing why or what I would do. I looked in the window. She had school papers on the table, but she was staring off towards the wall. She looked like... well, like something heavy was on her mind. Maybe she was thinking of me. God, did she really want me that much?

Her husband walked into the room. She pulled back from her trance and smiled at him. He pointed toward the stairs and she nodded, looked down at the papaers and went back to staring. She got up and walked to the kitchen. I ran around to the back door. It was open. I stepped into the laundry area and pushed the door to the kitchen open. She had her back to me. Boy was she going to be happy to see me.

"Pssst... hey, Mrs. Ranford. It's me, Eric."
 
For the rest of the day, I couldn't get my mind off the awful thing I had done. When Ted came home, I tried to act normally, putting the incident out of my mind.

I worked on correcting some papers but found myself daydreaming; trying to make sense of the events of the day. I found myself being ovewhelmed by guilt. How did I let a school kid have his way with me ? Why didn't I stop him ? And why did the replay of the incident have a strange way of exciting me ? What was wrong with me ?

Ted came in to tell me he was going to bed. I would usually join him, but tonight explained that I wanted to finish up what I had started. It was a lie, but I couldn't sleep...I had already decided to call in sick tomorrow.

I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of milk.

"Pssst... hey, Mrs. Ranford. It's me, Eric."

I felt a cold chill run down my spine. Spinning around I whispered angrily.

"What are you doing here !!! You get out...RIGHT NOW !!!"

My heart raced...What right did he have to come into my home ?
 
Eric

"What are you doing here !!! You get out...RIGHT NOW !!!"

I couldn't believe she was telling me to get out. Didn't this afternoon mean anything to her. I rushed in and grabbed her by the arms.

"Oh, Mrs. Ranford, I just had to see you again. I... I just wanted to see you one more time."

Her body brushed against mine sending shivers through me. I pulled her closer, pressing into her.

"Oh god, Mrs. Ranford, you do things to me."

I mashed my mouth to hers. She struggled, but I held her firmly in my grasp. I tried to shove my tongue in her mouth. She bit my lip, drawing blood. The taste of blood just excited me more. I kissed her again and pressed my thigh up between hers. Her back was aganst the counter. She tried to push me away with her hands. I looked into her eyes. There was fear, but also lust. That's what I saw.
 
Eric rushed me, pushing me up against the counter. His mouth met mine and he pushed his tongue forward. Closing my mouth, I bit him, but he still attempted to kiss me. Fear gripped me. What if Ted came downstairs ?

Pushing him away, I shook my head.

"NO Eric...No !!" I said forcefully. "What happened today was a mistake that can never happen again."

I tried to close my legs, but his thigh pressed forward preventing me from moving away.

"Now please....leave !!!"
 
I heard her saying something but my mind was lost in lust. I shoved a hand between her legs pushing her dress into her pussy. She kept squirming and pushing, but her legs betrayed her protests as they spread to give my fingers better access.

"Oh, Mrs. Ranford. I want so bad. Just like today. I want to feel your pussy, your mouth on my cock, I want to... I want to fuck you."

I pulled down my zipper. My hard cock sprung free. I grabbed her hand and wrapped it around me.

"That's it, Mrs. Ranford. I know you like it."
 
Mrs. Francis

The battle within her head raged on but she fought to ignore it, driving quickly to her house. Once inside the garage, she depressed the garage door opener, not opening her car door until the garage door was closed.

Then she stepped out of the low-slung sports car, her skirt riding extremely high up on her leg as she got out.

Jimmy still sat in the car, his huge erection plainly visible. Leaning forward, she bent down to speak to him.

"Jimmy, we're here. You can get out now. No one can see you. It's safe here."

His eyes were glued to her blouse. To entice him into following her, she began unbuttoning her blouse, displaying her breasts, captive in the bra.

"I'm going to get more comfortable. Come on in when you're ready."

She turned, the blouse falling into her hands, and strode through the door into the kitchen, laying the blouse on the chair by the door, unzipping her skirt as the door closed behind her.
 
Jimmy

For minutes, the boy is still looking where Mrs Francis has entered her house.

In his mind's eye, he can still see her taking off her blouse and revealing her very heavily padded bra and then, just before going inside, he could swear that she was taking off her skirt. Almost automatically, he gets out the car and starts to follow.

A sudden splash of water on his face stops him. Looking up, he sees that the sky overhead is almost black and the wind is picking up.

He realises a storm is coming and he has only just noticed.

Then it is as if the very heavens open up, causing the rapidly soaking boy to rush to the house for cover...
 
Mrs. Francis (Sherry)

I let the door close behind me and listened for sounds of movement. Sighing at hearing nothing, I decided to let him make his own decisions and moved off toward the master bedroom.

I quickly removed my bra and panties, leaving on my garter and stockings, and donned a black lace see-through teddy with black satin patches over the nipples and the V between my legs. Then I donned a black satin floor-length robe with only one closure, at the bustline.

Still hearing nothing, I moved into the living room and arranged myself on the couch, my legs laying to the side, one knee up, the other flat, with an arm draped over the back of the couch. I used the stereo remote and tuned to a soft rock station, then leaned back and waited.
 
Jimmy

Soaked to the skin, he stands in the hallway.

"Miss?"

No reply.

He doesn't know what to do but after waiting a few seconds, he decides to move further into the house.

He looks in a couple of rooms and then he stops at the stairs, wondering if she is up there.

Taking a deep breath, he starts up the stairs, calling for her...
 
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Mrs. Francis

Hearing Jimmy start up the stairs, I called out to him.

"Jimmy, I'm here in the living room. Come join me."

I pinched my nipples through the flimsy fabric, making sure they could be seen poking through and waited for him.
 
I felt him touching me again. His hand on my pussy...pressing forward...

Unconsciously, I spread my legs slightly.... Oh God, not again!!

But this time another emotion began rising...and building...

What right did he have to come into my house and try to force me to have sex with him ? My husband was right upstairs and this little bastard could destroy my marriage.

I struck him squarely in the face, startling him. My hands found his shoulders and I pushed, forcing him to step backward to keep his balance.

With anger spilling out, I whispered angrily....

"You get the fuck out of my house !!! I made a big MISTAKE this afternoon, but I will guaratee that it will NEVER happen again."

My body trembled as the words lept from my mouth. The anger I felt for allowing him to have his way with me earlier... the sexual frustration which I now recognized without question...the embarrassment of being with a kid half my age...all came pouring out.

"Now get out and leave me alone !!!"
 
Eric

She hit me, then pushed me away. I staggered back, not sure what had happened.

“But… but Mrs. Ranford. Today, don’t you remember? You wanted me, wanted my…”

I looked down. My hard cock poked out of my trousers.

“This. You wanted this.”

I wrapped my hand around it. I could feel my anger building. What right did she have to hit me? After what I did for her today, after the pleasure I gave her. I stepped towards her.

“You wanted it in your mouth and in your cunt and in your ass. You couldn’t get enough.”

I yanked her hair and forced her to her knees. I pressed my cock against her lips.

“You loved the taste of my cum, the way I squeezed your tits, the way I rubbed your clit. You loved everything, Mrs. Ranford. Now open your mouth and suck my cock.”

My anger had turned to lust. I pushed against her lips, then yanked her hair even harder. Her mouth opened. I shoved my throbbing shaft of flesh between her lips and into her wet, warm mouth.
 
He grabbed me by the hair and forced me to my knees. I grasped his hand, trying to break his grip, but he was much too strong. As I hit the floor, he pulled harder. My mouth opened to protest, but he moved quickly, slipping his cock inside before I could utter a word.

The helplessness that I had felt earlier in the day was returning. I fought to think clearly; to figure a way out. I must not let him do this to me again. Not now...not here...

Reaching up, I grasped his scrotum in my hand and squeezed...hard...

As he reacted to the pain, he released his grip on my hair and I pulled away. Crawling to the other side of the large kitchen, I pulled myself up with the help of the cupboard.

Gasping for air, I once again commanded him to leave.

"You get the fuck out of my house, you little bastard," I said. "And leave me alone."
 
Jimmy

"Jimmy, I'm here in the living room. Come join me."

Turning, he makes his way the room at the far end of the hall where he thinks the voice comes from.

At the door, he wipes his hand on his damp jacket before grasping the door handle, turning it and pushing the door open. Immediately, his eyes fall on Mrs Francis on the couch, noticing she has changed into some sort of black robe.

Is she naked under it?

The thought leaps unbidden into his mind even as he takes in the way the front bulges out, the shape of her long legs, both causing his penis which had shrunk back to normal to instantly balloon in his wet clinging trousers, causing a very noticable tent.

Yesterday, Jimmy Wilson never understood why his friends kept going on about sex all the time. Today, as he stands by the door, hungrily devouring the body of his teacher before him, he cannot wait to fall into her naked embrace...
 
Eric

She hurt me. What was going on? All I could see now was hate in her eyes. If she just relaxed, just let herself act on her real feelings, this wouldn’t be happening. I know she wanted me. I know she loved what we did this afternoon. She begged me to fuck her didn’t she? Begged me to shove it up her ass. I started towards her, then heard her husband coming down the stairs.

“Are you all right, darling? I heard some noises.”

I quickly jumped into the pantry and laundry area before he rounded the corner. I had my hand on the back door ready to make a quick escape. From the shadows I watched them talk. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she kept shaking her head. He finally headed back up the stairs. I should have left, but something held me there. She glanced into the area I was hiding, but it was dark and I was behind a wall peeking out. She probably wondered if I was still there.

I just stayed there trying to think, my heart beating fast. She drank a glass of water and leaned against the counter. She looked deep in thought. She rubbed a hand across her neck and looked down at herself. God she was beautiful. And sexy. My desire for her started to bubble back through my brain. I decided to stay and watch a little longer.
 
I know it's a bit late but could I add a new character to the mix hes ganna spice it up with black male so can I?
 
Mrs. Francis

As Sherry heard the door open, her breath quickened, her heart racing. Her body responded as well. Her nipples had hardened, her pussy dampening. She wanted this young man badly but she didn't want to scare him. She would need to take things very slowly.

Softly she whispers, "Jimmy, close the door and come stand in front of me."
 
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