She draws closer to him and raises her arms placing them around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. She knows full well how this curves her breasts upward. She gazes into his eyes as she presses her body into his, feeling his erection protruding through his clothing.
His eyes travel down to her breasts, then back up to her eyes.
"Put your arms around me, Jimmy, and hold me gently. I am more than your English teacher this afternoon."
He can feel her soft body against his as she puts her arms around him and pulls him close. His firm erection hard against stomach.
Her face is only inches from his now but he still cannot resist looking down at the two large mounds of woman flesh pressing into his chest. Then he looks back into her smiling face.
"Put your arms around me, Jimmy, and hold me gently. I am more than your English teacher this afternoon."
He finds himself blushing as he smiles back but he does as he is told. Awkwardly but gently, he brings his arms around her body, enjoying the feeling as their bodies move closer together...
As Jimmy's arms went around her, Sherry's lust grew, threatening to rush things. Counseling herself to move slower, she allowed herself to enjoy the warmth of his arms, the delightful feel of his bulge against her body.
"Ah, that feels so good," she breathed in his ear. "Does it feel good to you, too, Jimmy?"
His pelvis ground into hers sending flutters throughout her.
She pressed her chest into his, planting light sensuous kisses on his throat, kissing her way up his jawline over to his ear, slowly, seductively, her fingers twining in his hair.
"Slowly, Jimmy. Lovemaking should be enjoyed, not rushed," she whispered.
She slowly kissed her way to his mouth, pausing to lightly nibble at his lower lip before beginning a slow, hot kiss, her tongue gently probing. She felt his hands begin a sweet caress of her back, pulling her into him.
The boy is lost in sensation as he feels her kiss her way to his mouth. Then their lips are pressing together, his body shivers at the contact. Even more so, when he feels her tongue. Instinctively, he opens his mouth slightly.
While their kiss deepens, he subconsciously moves his hands down to her soft rump. Using them to press her lower body against his as his pelvic thrusts strengthen...
Their kiss eased and their lips parted. Jimmy's mouth began trailing his kisses down her jawline, down her neck to her shoulder, causing her to moan lightly and a tremble to carry through her.
Her hands went to his waist as his hands caressed her arms up to the shoulders, then lightly trailed down over her breasts in wonderment.
"Yes, Jimmy, gently. Enjoy the new sensations," she breathed out.
He keeps his groin pressed firmly against hers (though no longer moving) as he starts to trail his mouth over her chin and down her neck.
Hearing her groan only gulvanises him on. Pulling a head from her backside, he starts to caress her shoulders and then quickly dipping down between them so that he can touch her breasts. Gently he cups one, again hearing her groan.
He is almost ready to...
"Yes, Jimmy, gently. Enjoy the new sensations," she says to him, huskily.
Instead he continues to fondle her breast, feeling his erection throbbing in between their bodies as he nibbles at her neck...
I stood took a long drink of water, trying to regain my composure. That was close. What if Ted had seen what was happening ? What would his reaction have been ?
My knees still trembled and I felt it was best to just stay where I was for a moment. As I stood, trying to collect myself, I began to get a creepy feeling - as if someone was watching me.
What if he hadn't left ?
My heart started pounding.
What if he was hiding ?
I turned...
Studying the room.
Of course he had left. Where could he possibly have gone except out the bakdoor.
I waited until I thought her husband was settled and hopefully asleep. Mrs. Ranford returned to grading papers at the table. She was clearly distracted. She got up and began pacing. She stopped in the kitchen again. With her back to me she put her head down on the counter and began to cry. Did she finally realize how much she missed me?
It's okay, Mrs. Ranford, I thought to myself. I'm here. I'm going to give you what you want this time.
I quietly walked back into the kitchen. I stood directly behind her. The rounded cheeks of her firm ass pushed out from her skirt. Her legs were apart far enough that I could easily slide my hands up between them.
Don't worry, Mrs. Ranford, I was thinking. This time I won't let you pretend you don't want me. I know why you have to do that. In case someone catches us. You want to say you tried to stop me. But it's okay. This time I'll help you get what you want.
I unzipped and took out my already hard cock. Any sound was masked by her sobs. I moved closer, leaning over her without touching. My right hand moved down between her legs. My left hand moved around by her head.
In a single swift motion I grabbed her face and covered her mouth. My other hand moved to her crotch and tore the panties from her. My feet shot between hers to keep her from closing her legs. I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy and tried to push it inside. It didn't want to go at first. I grabbed it with my hand and slid it back and forth finally wedging it in her opening.
I pushed inside her. After a few attempts, her pussy became moist. I went deeper, pulled back, then shoved myself all the way inside her. I held it there as she continued to struggle, trying to bite my fingers, but I pulled her head back until she stopped. She tried to reach back with her arms but I had her pinned tight to the counter.
I began to fuck her. Slow, steady strokes, then faster and faster. Juices started flowing from her pussy. Her struggling seemed to stop.
Mrs. Ranford was finally getting what she really wanted.
His hard cock was pressing into her more and more and she badly wanted to do something about it. But heeding her own instructions to Jimmy to enjoy the new feelings and not rush into things, she gently moved her hand and began rubbing it through his trousers, squeezing the rigid bulge, stroking him.
His hands on her breast were making her nipples incredibly hard and her pussy incredibly wet. She gazed into his eyes and breathed deeply of his scent, after shave mingled with the scent of his masculinity forming.
She whispered to him, "Jimmy, you can have any experience you want today. What is it you want most first?"
He is busily trying to feel her nipples under her garments when he feels something touch and then grab his pulsating erection through his trousers. He groans as he feels Mrs Francis' hand gently squeeze it, causing it to throb and pulsate even more. In reflex, he in turn squeezes one of her breasts that he is playing with.
"Jimmy," she whispers, "you can have any experience you want today. What is it you want most first?"
He pulls away slightly, still not believing what is happening.
The disbelief in his voice made her smile. It also made her wet in anticipation.
"Yes, Jimmy, you can see me naked, but you have to be the one to undress me. You can touch me all you want as you do so, but be gentle. There's no hurry here. We have all day and you can touch...and look at...and taste any part of me you want."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him deeply, their tongues probing in their heat. His hands went around her body, caressing her back, her waist, cupping her ass in his hands as he pulled their groins together.
Trying to gather myself, I return to grading papers. My mind drifts to the events of the day. I try desperately to force the images from my mind, but I can't help myself from thinking about what had happened. The sensation of Eric's long, thick cock in my vagina...and then in my rectum.
Sliding deep inside...stretching me...
The mixture of emotions...fear...guilt...hatred...lust...
And then the wonderful feeling of his warm seed filling my belly...running down my inner thighs...
My own orgasm...so powerful...so intense...but so wrong...
I get up and walk into the kitchen, tears again welling up in my eyes.
I had put my entire life on the line for those few moments of pleasure. What a stupid, childish thing to do.
Shame wells up and overtakes me. I lean on the counter, soft sobs filling the empty room.
And then....
I feel a hand covering my mouth... and another sliding up my skirt...ripping my panties off.
I struggle, knowing that Eric had been hiding and was now going to take what he wanted.
My legs are forced apart...his cockhead positioned and then pushing forward...
I continue to resist, feeling his penis trying to burrow inside but failing. And then sliding along the length of my labia. My vagina begins to moisten and Eric tries again, this time successfully penetrating deeply into my womb.
I try to bite his hand, but he clamps down tighter. His cock is
now thrusting powerfully in and out of my pussy, causing a stirring deep within me.
His long slow strokes begin to quicken, each inward thrust increasing the dull ache that now begins to spread rapidly throughout my entire body.
"Oh God not again," I think to myself. How can this be happening...in my own home...with my husband right upstairs...
The thought somehow...strange as it seems..began to make me extremely arroused...
I moved both my hands over her breasts as I continued to thrust into her. I ripped open her blouse pushing her bra up over her tits. My fingers pinched her nipples. My cock continued to fuck her in long, slow strokes. She stopped struggling, then slowly started moving against me as I pushed into her. I leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"I know you love the feel of my cock, Mrs. Ranford. You like it sliding in and out of your pussy, like it fucking you and filling your cunt."
I began moving faster and faster inside her. Juices were boiling from her pussy and dripping down my balls. The walls of her cunt grabbed me as I fucked her. Soft moans escaped from her throat.
"Don't worry. Your husband won't hear. He won't know his wife has her student's big cock in her pussy. He won't know how much she loves it, how she can't get enough, how much better it feels than his cock."
I was hammering her hard. I moved a hand down between her legs and fingered her swollen clit. Her moaning became more intense. I buried my cock and held it deep inside her belly, grinding hard against her. I pulled out and slammed back in, holding it there again. Then I started fucking her violently, lifting her up each time I slammed into her. My finger moved rapidly across her clit.
He responds hungrily, eagerly. His hands on her backside, pressing her groin against his. Their kiss deepen, tongues dueling inside their mouths.
He is learning quickly.
Dipping his hips down, he starts to rub himself into her. Rubbing his erection against the front of her groin. He feels her legs open, sliding around his as she grinds her hips against his.
Tightening his grip, he pushes his hips down further, instinctively rubbing his clothed sex against hers.
The sounds of the rustling clothing and the wet smacking of their frenzied kissing fills the room...
Jimmy's hands pulled me tighter to him, our bodies pressed close together. I could feel him yielding to the sexual energy within him as he lowered and raised against me, rubbing himself with my body through our clothing.
My hands reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of his waistband. Once freed, my hands roamed over his hot muscled chest, reaching behind and stroking his back. I lowered my hands and grasped his buttocks, squeezing him into me.
Abruptly I pulled back and gazed into his lust-filled eyes. His hands made an attempt to pull me back, but I wanted more than groping. My hands slid to his belt and unbuckled them, reaching for the zipper to begin disrobing him.
He is lost as his body bucks against Mrs Francis, enjoying their passionate kissing, the feel of her hands inside his shirt, the smell of her in nostrals. So he is taken by surprised when she suddenly breaks away. Automatically, he responds by trying to pull her back into his grasp but she resists.
He freezes For a moment, thinking he has done something wrong.
Then her hands are on his jeans, undoing his belt. He gulps knowing that in a few seconds, she will be looking at his erection, his bare cock...
I'd unzipped his pants and was now lowering them to the floor. His bulge was quite apparent in his shorts and I ran my hand over him, squeezing him to get an idea of his size. I was shocked at the mass between my fingers.
I leaned forward and began kissing him deeply, his arms going around my upper body. I latched my index fingers on either side of his waistband and began slowly tugging them off of him. When his cock sprang out of the confines he pulled back abruptly, turning bright red.
"Shhh, Jimmy. It's all right. I'm dieing to see your cock."
His shorts dropped to the floor and I began exploring the length of him, feeling the hot skin beneath my fingers. He groaned at the contact and I began sliding my fingers up and down watching the movement of the skin in adoration.
"What would you like me to do next, Jimmy?" I whispered in his ear, nibbling at his earlobe.
"Would you like to slide my nightgown off of me, or would you rather I kneel down and suck your cock?" I fairly growled out the question, my lust becoming apparent.