0 comments/ 37577 views/ 1 favorites After Class By: Serenata I often finger myself during his class. And I always sit in the first row. As he lectures about psychology, I take notes with one hand and massage my clitoris with the other. He turns me on just that much. I've never had feelings for my professors. Then again, a lot of them have been women; I'm going into high-school English education. At first my feelings scared me. I just hope they don't scare him. 35-year-old Reginald A. Mannem, PhD., was not only smart, but sexy as all Hell. He was Indian (as in from India). I've always preferred men with dark complexions and even darker hair and eyes. And he always wore a suit; a suit and tie makes ANY man sexier. "Freud had many theories on sex. Everything from sexual repression to sex drive. His eyes me mine and he smiled. "He developed the concept of the libido, the sex drive." By now, I had already hiked up my skirt. The flimsy, silky, black material sat around my hips. My fingers pushed aside my black lace thong and I fingered myself with my left hand. Soon, I was biting my lip to keep from screaming with orgasm. I caught my breath as the waves of pleasure subsided. "I want you to get in your groups. April's handing out the activity." April is the teaching assistant for our lecture. I turned around to face the other members of my group. Anna, Shawn, Ruby and I started the activity "Freud Today." We had only answered the first question when someone tapped me on my shoulder. "Helene?" I turned around. Professor Mannem stood behind me. "I need to speak with you. Come to my office after class." He walked away. Ruby, my best friend, smiled and nudged me. She giggled, "Someone's in trouble!" Anna and Shawn nodded. Anna added, "What if you failed the last test and he wants to talk to you about that?" I just smiled. "You're all a bunch of pessimists." I could hardly wait until after class. The rest of the lecture seemed to pass so slowly. But I couldn't tear my eyes off of him. Our eyes met so many times and every time they met, he smiled at me. I had a feeling that I knew what he wanted and it had nothing to do with any test. When he finally finished, I took my time packing up my things. I didn't want to seem over-eager and beat him to his own office. I stopped in the lady's room to fix my hair and make-up. While I was there, I adjusted my garters and thigh-high nylons. I climbed the flight of stairs to the third floor, where his office was. I took a few deep breaths and knocked on his door. He replied, "Come in." I opened the door slowly. He had taken off his black suit coat and was seated at his desk, writing furiously. "Ah, Miss Christianson. I'm glad to see that you came. Please, close the door behind you," he smiled as he stood up from behind his desk. I closed the door and stood there almost frozen. "Relax. Take a seat. Don't worry; it's nothing bad. You're not failing or anything." He sat on the front edge of his desk and I sat in front of him in a chair. "I've noticed you in class lately. Now, tell me. Do you find psychology so amazing that it's orgasmic? Or is it something else?" BUSTED! I looked at the floor, not knowing what to say. After a dead silence, he cupped my face in his hands and tilted my chin upwards. "You're a very intelligent woman, but I don't think that it's the intellectually stimulating lectures that turn you on." Our eyes met. I couldn't hide it any longer. "You turn my on so much. I want you so badly." I couldn't believe that I said it. My face must have given it away. "Just so you know," he whispered in my ear, "I've never had feelings like this before for a student. You're special." "I've never had feelings like this for a professor." With that he kissed me. It was so tender, so soft, so mature. He was so much more adult than any other man I've ever been with and it was ecstacy. There was none of the youthful hastiness or unskilled brashness. Just him loving me the way I deserved–and needed–to be loved. Keeping our lips together, we stood up. I undid his tie; it fell to the floor. He began unbuttoning my black velour shirt as I unbuttoned his white dress shirt. When his shirt was off, I massaged my hands into his back and neck. His hands caressed my abdomen, shoulders and breasts, still hiding in my black lace bra. Eventually, my hands made their way down to his waist. Slowly, almost as if I was afraid to break it, I unbuckled his belt. Then, just as gingerly, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They fell around his ankles, and, maintaining our now very passionate lip-lock, he stepped out of them and slid his shoes and socks off. He stood before me in only a pair of red silk boxers. He traced his index finger down my spine until he reached the zipper on the back of my skirt. He placed one hand on the small of my back while he unzipped my skirt. It slid down my long legs, exposing my matching black lace thong and garters. We stood there, both in our undergarments, holding and kissing each other. He broke the kiss that seemed to last forever. His soft, full lips caressed my neck and shoulders. I moaned lightly, in complete awe of his soft touch and gentleness. While his lips explored my smooth skin, his fingers unhooked my bra and I shrugged it off. His lips and hands moved directly to the pink nipple that stood hard upon my ample breasts. He teased and pleased me as my fluids dripped down my legs. My moans grew louder until he placed his hand over my mouth. "Shh . . . I have neighbors." Then his lips replaced his hand. "Helene, my dear?" "Yes, Professor Mannem?" "Please, please, call me Reggie," he kissed me. "May I make love with you?" "Of course. I want you to," I giggled at the notion of him asking first. He was such a gentleman. He lifted me onto the desk and pulled my thong off. When I sat on the desk, I was at the perfect height; our crotches lined up perfectly. He took off his boxers. Slowly, gently and sensually he entered me. There was no rush; the world would wait for us. It was so slow that every movement he made was amplified a million times. I gasped and bit my lip. It felt so good. I wanted him inside me forever. Eventually, he picked up the speed, but it was not what I would deem "fast and furious." His slow grind brought me closer and closer to the edge as I gripped his desk. "Now," he moaned. Before I could even think, he shot his load into me. The feeling of his cum inside me brought me to climax. I gasped for breath as the most intense orgasm of my life rocked my body. I laid there on his desk, completely spent. "That was. . .the best. . . best sex. . .of my. . .life," I panted. Reggie helped me to my feet. He licked my earlobe and breathed, "Me, too." We dressed silently, both of us basking in the afterglow of the fantastic sex. I knew that I had to see him again, but I didn't know what to say. I didn't have to. "May I take you to dinner this Friday?" he asked just as I reached for the door. "I was afraid you wouldn't ask," I responded as I turned around. He gave me his phone number and I gave him mine. "Call me." "I will, my dearest Helene." I closed the door behind me. Friday seemed so far away. After Class I met Matt my Junior year of high school, but we didn’t talk until our Senior year. We were both 18. We had physics, calculus, English, and psychology together. It was a little more than half way through our senior year and we were in our seventh hour English class writing our essays. When class ended, neither Matt nor I had our papers done. He whispered, “Hey, you wanna see if we can stay after class to finish?” I said, “sure” and when we asked, Ms. Stewart said that it would be a good idea, but she had to leave so we’d have to finish by ourselves. My eyebrows raised because I realized that the situation could become interesting. We continued working after the bell rang and Ms. Stewart began to pack up her things as the other students left to go home. Matt sat next to me. He was 5’7, with just the kind of body I liked; muscular and slightly thin. He was intelligent and we debated sanctions on Iraq, pot, politics and God. He was my kind of guy. Arguing with him always turned me on. There was so much passion behind our words and so much aggression in the way we said them. I got wet just talking to him sometimes. Ms. Stewart shut the door as she left and Matt and I smiled at each other and went back to work. More and more, however, I began to have thoughts about the things we could do while we were alone in the school. I wanted him to bend me over the desk. Instead we just talked about our papers, calculus, our friends -- everything but what was on my mind. I wanted him and I wondered if he wanted me. Instead of working on our papers we talked. We moved our desks closer to each other gradually. After about an hour of talking, we realized we had not been working. So we regretfully decided to get back to our assignment. After 15 minutes of silence and writing my paper, I wasn’t sure about one of my sentences and its punctuation, so I asked Matt. He got up to look at my paper. He stood so close that I could smell his cologne and feel his heat. His face, right next to mine, I was tempted too much and I kissed his neck softly. He did not pull away so I began to lick and suck on his neck and collar bone. He turned his face to me and we kissed once, softly on the lips. I pulled away and saw the lust in his eyes that matched mine. He looked at me for a moment then quickly grabbed my face and kissed me hard, our tongues sliding around together. We both stood up and began undressing each other. Our mouths parted only to pull our shirts over our heads. His hands cupped my breasts and brushed down my petite smooth waist and over my generous, womanly hips. My hands found his slightly toned arms and roamed over the somewhat defined muscles of his stomach. His body was better than I imagined and that fact got me even hotter. He reached around my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it to the side and immediately rubbing and pinching the erect nipples of my 32 C breasts. He kissed down my neck and I shivered and felt it all the way in my pussy. He leaned down and took my breast in his mouth licking and sucking, making me moan. I was getting so wet and ready for him. My hands were soon at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Through his pants I could feel that his penis was erect and I was anxious to touch it. Once his pants were opened I slid my hand inside and grasped his 7” penis tightly. He pulled up the skirt I was wearing to find that I had not worn panties. He began gently touching my shaved pussy, making my legs shake slightly and making me moan slightly. He picked me up by the hips and sat me down on the desk. He continued kissing and fingering me until I thought I’d go crazy if he didn’t lick my pussy. And just then he bent down, spread my legs wider and licked up my cunt. I moaned loudly and wondered if there was anyone left in the building to hear me. I didn’t care. In fact, that idea got me even more excited. He then concentrated on my clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over it, moving his head from side to side. I moaned loudly, glad we were alone in the building. He slid one finger inside me and began working it in and out. Soon he put another finger in and massaged my g-spot. All of this stimulation made my legs shake and I quickly began to feel all the muscles in my body tighten and an explosion happened and I came hard screaming, “Oh YES!”. I recovered from my orgasm quickly and slid off the desk. I pulled his pants down and got on my knees. I took his hard cock in my hand and began to jack him off. I let my hot breath caress his manhood and I could tell he wanted me to put it in my mouth. Since I wanted that as much as he did, I licked all over the head of his penis then licked the underside because I knew he’d like it that way. I then gradually took the entire thing into my mouth. I began with a moderate rhythm, every once in a while, deep-throating it because I liked to hear the way he moaned when I did. His hand was on my head and he was gently pushing himself further inside my mouth. He said, “If you do too much more, I’m gonna cum”. So I stopped abruptly. I needed him to fuck me. I undressed him completely. He unclasped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and led me to Ms. Stewart’s desk, and just as in all my other fantasies of him, he turned me around and bent me over. He stood there admiring the roundness of my ass, caressing and grabbing it. He teased me by rubbing his penis on my pussy but not putting it in. Then suddenly, after much anticipation, I felt him enter me and fill up my hot, wet cunt. I moaned immediately because I had long desired to have him inside me. He knew exactly what felt good and did it. We found a perfect rhythm and the sound of our flesh meeting made me thrust back on him harder and faster. He held my hips and was pulled me as hard as he could so he could get as deep as possible. I grabbed my nipples and pinched them sending shivers to my pussy. I moved my hand down to touch my clit and I began to feel dizzy with pleasure. He began to moan very loud and I knew if we kept going he would come, but I wanted him to fuck me while I was on my back on the desk, so I pulled away from him, laid on my back and spread my legs. He climbed on the desk with me and plunged his penis deep inside me. “OH! You feel so good inside me! You know exactly how make me moan!” I could tell my encouragement urged him on and we built up to a frenzy. With every thrust we both moaned loudly and I could feel my orgasm building. I demanded that he, “Fuck me harder!” and he did. I wanted us to finish together, so I said, “I want you to cum inside me!” I knew he enjoyed this idea and he slammed his cock into me a few more times and then suddenly, “Oh, fuck yes! I’m cumming!” and then I could feel his cock jerk and his cum shoot inside me. This turned me on and I came only a second after he began to cum. My pussy walls spasmed around his cock and he came more. Afterward he stayed on top of me, our bodies covered in sweat. He kissed my neck and my forehead and said, “I think we’ll have to stay after school tomorrow, too!” After Class (All characters in this story are intended to be over 18 years old!) * "Hi, Holly. Thanks for coming in after school today. I need to talk to you about this note I found by your desk." "What note?" "The one you wrote to your friend during class. I think it fell out of your notebook when you left today." "I'm still not sure what you are talking about, Mr Stephens." "This one. The one that says you think I am cute and that you bet I would be a great fuck." "Oh my God, did you actually read that!" "Yes , I did. It was just laying there. I'm glad I found it instead of the janitor." "So how much trouble am I in?" "I think that depends. Do you mean what you said in your note?" "Well , yeah you are really kind of cute for an older guy." "I mean the part about being a good fuck." "I'm sorry that I said that .. just wishful thinking. But sometimes I can see the outline of your cock in you pants and I can't help but think about what you could do with it." "I appreciate the compliment but it really isn't appropriate for you to be thinking about me in that way." "I know but it is hard not to. You are very good looking." "Thanks." "So are you?" "Am I what?" "Are you a good fuck or not?" "Well, I haven't really thought about it." "I have, Mr Stephens. Why don't you show me?" "You are a cute girl and I really enjoy it when you smile at me in class, Holly but I could really get into ..... Holly, what are your doing?" "Just be quiet and relax. I know the door is locked and the janitors don't work until 6. Just let me reach in and find that cock of yours." "Holly, I don't think ....' "Oh Mr Stephens, it feels as big as it looks when I see it through your pants during class. Just let me unzip these slacks and reach inside and feel if it is as hard as it looks." "Holly .. please don't .. I could get fired if anyone finds us like this." "Don't worry, I'll just say that I seduced you. My god, your cock is hard but I bet it can get harder .. maybe if I put it in my mouth I can make it even bigger. Mmmmmm ... its tastes so good. Wonder if I can get it all in my mouth? Mmmmmmmmm .. it tickles the back of my throat." "Holly, you really shouldn't be ... Oh god, it feels so good when you do that. I can feel your mouth squeezing my cock." "It's okay Mr Stephens, I've wanted to do this for a long time. You taste wonderful. My, you seem to be leaking a little bit of cum. Let me lick that off for you." "Jezz, that feels great, Holly. So this is what you have been thinking about when I see you smiling at me during class." "Mmmmmmmmmmm ....... Mmmmmmmmmmm". "Well, if we have gone this far .... Stand up Holly and let me unbutton that blouse. I noticed your nipples were hard when you came in. Must have forgotten that bra and home today, huh?" "Actually, I took it off in the bathroom before I came to meet with you. Just thought I would tease you a little but now I'm glad I did. Oh Mr Stephens, suck on my nipples. I want to feel your warm lips around them." "Holly, you taste wonderful. And you are pretty big for a high school senior. Your tits are so soft and warm in my hands." "Yes, Mr Stephens, squeeze my tits. It's okay to bite my nipples a little. I squeeze them when I think about you at home. That's it, bite them then lick them. Oh yes, Mr Stephens suck on my tits." "Holly, I think at this point it is going to be okay to call me Alex." "Yes Alex, squeeze me. God, it feels so good." "Holly, sit up on my desk. I want to taste your pussy." "Okay, good thing I took the panties off with the bra in the bathroom." "Have any of your boyfriends licked you pussy before?" "No .. what are you going to do?" "Here, I'll show you. Spread your legs for me." "Okay but ... oh my god, your tongue feels so soft on my pussy lips, Alex. It tickles as it runs up and down. Mmmmmmmmmm, I like the way it makes me feel .. sort of a tingly feeling." "Just relax, Holly. I will try to make it feel even better." "OHHH .. that spot feels way better. I love how the tip of your tongue is flicking under my clit. OHH .. OHH that feels so good .. oh my." "Mmmmmmmmmmm Holly your juices taste so wonderful. I want to stick my tongue inside your pussy and get an even better taste." "Yes , do it please, Alex. Taste me.... Taste me ... oh my , it feels so good ....unghhhh!" "Oh Holly, your are so wet now. I can't wait any longer. I want to fuck you so much. Will that be okay?" "Oh yeah, Alex. Slide that cock inside me. Let's see if you are as good a fuck as I think you are." "Spread you legs, baby." "Oh Alex, the head of your cock is so big. I can feel it spreading my lips and ..... oh, god you feel so good sliding inside me. So slow but so good .. please go deeper. I want to feel all of you in there." "Holly, honey, you are so warm and so inviting. I can't believe we are doing this but it feels so wonderful. What do you want, Holly? What do you want me to do?" "Faster, Alex. Fuck me faster. I want to feel you going in and out of me. I want to feel you all the way inside of me. I want you to feel me squeezing around you." "Oh yeah, Holly .. I can feel you. I can feel all of you. You are so wet .. so warm .. so tight." "Faster, fuck me faster" "Okay, baby! Is this fast enough?" "Oh yes Alex, I'm going to cum on you cock. I can feel it .. I can .........mmmmmmmmmmm! Don't stop. Don't stop. I cumming!!" "Oh yes, Holly. Cum for me, Holly. I love the feel on my cock when you cum for me." "Alex, cum with me please. I want to feel you cum inside me. Cum with me baby." "Oh god Holly, I can feel it too .. here I go .. are you ready, honey? I want to fill you up." "Yes, Alex, I want to feel you squirting inside me. Come on honey , cum now!" "Oh yes .. yes .. yes .. can you feel it Holly? Can you feel me cumming inside you?" "Yes Alex, it feels so good. Kiss me while you are cumming inside me." "Well, that was quite a surprise Holly. My god, you are quite a lover for such a young girl." "Only because I have dreamed of this with your for so long. You are as good a fuck as I thought you would be." "Holly, you know the trouble I will get in if you tell anyone about this. We had better get dressed before the janitors get here." "Its okay, Alex. This will just be our little secret. Just remember that I am always available after school if you need to talk to me again." "I certainly will remember, Holly. Thanks." After Class What was keeping him this time? I wondered as I sat in the car at the school parking lot. My son Tim was late again and I knew his teacher was having words with him. His grades were fine, so I never knew what all the trouble was. But I guess that was the trouble, Tim never told me anything. At first I worried he was seeing a girl and he was afraid to tell me. But when I brought it up he just turned red and said, "No mom...there aren't really any girls at my school." Of course there were girls, just none that he liked. I didn't understand why. I mean, I knew he was a little awkward for 18, but then who isn't awkward at that age? He was handsome for his age, and he already had the body of a man. I knew he liked girls, when I found him looking at porn when he was 15. The poor guy was so embarrassed. Naturally I was shocked at how big his dick was. I mean he was my son, so of course I could look—but it did make me think that these girls were missing out. Ms. Sims called me a few days before to tell me that Tim was staying after for some extra help and since his car was in the shop I was here waiting. But this was taking forever. So I got out of the car, went to the office and found out which room was hers. Now as I was walking up the hall to her classroom I had no idea what I would find. But I guarantee you when I walked to the door and looked in, nothing prepared me for what I saw: My son sitting at a chair with his pants around his ankles, dick pointed straight up and Ms. Sims standing in front of him with her top off, her boobs in a white bra and unzipping her skirt. What the hell was I supposed to do? I was shocked. To be honest, I was shocked not at what I saw, but rather at myself. I stood still and I watched. Ms. Sims was a hot teacher. I knew that much. She was in her mid 30's with a great set of boobs and nice long legs. She always had her blonde hair tied back and her big rimmed glasses hung over her cute nose in that seductive way. But she was his teacher and this was wrong. But I watched. I looked as she slipped off her skirt and stood in front of my son in a white thong and a white bra. Her boobs jiggled as she moved and I wondered if they were going to spill out of that thing at any moment. She was saying something to Tim then she stepped toward him, turned around and bent over for him to see her ass. I looked from her ass to his dick. I was proud. It was rigid and thick—just the way I remembered it. I often wondered if he had grown and what he looked like jerking it. I was not disappointed. He kept his hands to his sides and just watched as his teacher wiggled her ass in front of his face. He looked so calm as he watched her turn back around then unsnap her bra. Her tits slipped out and sagged a bit from their own weight. She rubbed them together then fell to her knees and pressed his cock in between her tits. I wasn't sure what she got out of it, but I could see her close her eyes and stroke his dick with her tits. I felt like it was all wrong. My poor son, being taken advantage of by this teacher. No doubt she could see that he was so awkward and shy. She probably noticed a bulge in his pants one day—poor kid couldn't help it I am sure. Now she was on her knees rubbing his young dick and shaking her ass in his face. But I didn't move. My pulse quickened. I was excited. I looked up and down the hall to be sure no one was coming. Then kept watching. Ms. Sims now had her mouth on his dick. She sucked it slowly and carefully and good for her, he was probably ready to explode. I could see he loved it though. He stroked her head and watched her—breathing heavily the whole time. I felt my own mouth open. I was curious. It was true that I thought about it. I wondered what it would be like to suck my son's cock. But I knew it wouldn't happen. Then Ms.Sims looked up at the door. Shit. I was petrified. Her mouth was still on his dick, but she looked right at me. Then she stood up and walked over to the door. I turned away. What was I going to do? Pretend I wasn't wet and curious? Was I supposed to be mad? Was...? "Hello Holly," Ms. Sims said through the crack in the door. "Won't you come in?" I didn't say anything at first. She looked right at me with a deep and penetrating look. I was caught and I knew it. I nodded and stepped in with a red face. Tim looked up at me and he freaked out. He grabbed at his pants and almost fell off the chair. "Holy shit mom..." he stammered. "It's ok Tim," Ms. Sims said. She held my arm firmly. "Your mom is here because I asked her to come." Tim froze. He swallowed then looked at both of us. "What?" I said nothing. I wanted to run, I wanted to cry, but I kept staring at his still wet and rigid cock. Ms. Sims pulled me over to him. She looked at me then back to him. Finally she asked, "Did you see me sucking your son's dick?" I looked at his bulging cock and his wide eyes. I nodded. My mouth was dry. "We have fucked here you know?" She said in my ear. "He fucks like a little animal." I swallowed. Who was this woman? "He fucks me like I am his mother," She whispered. "Mom?" he said in a whimper. My hands were shaking. My mouth opened but nothing came out. Instead I dropped down and filled my mouth with his cock. I let go of everything and sucked it. Slowly and firmly I worked it in my mouth while his teacher watched. It was like candy that I knew was my favorite and then finally found. My head bobbed on his dick and I went crazy as I felt it grow swollen and harder. "Mom?" he asked again. I looked up in time to see Ms. Sims pull my head away. She stuck her mouth on his dick and continued to suck it. I unbuttoned my blouse and got out of my clothes in a trance. I watched as her tongue went over his shaft and balls. He looked at me with wide eyes and stared at my naked body. My clit bulged and I rubbed it as I watched. Ms. Sims pulled the dick from her mouth then looked up at me. She smiled slyly then moved so I could straddle my son. I grabbed his dick, looked into his eyes then let it slide into me. I moaned as his eyes fluttered from the feeling. Then I started to move up and down on it. I looked down to see my wetness spilling on the seat as he fucked me. I rode him slowly. Up and down on his shaft while looking at him. He began to give in and soon he had his hands on my ass and he gripped my cheeks firmly. He buried his face in my chest and licked then sucked my boobs. I felt an orgasm come and bucked hard against his cock. He sucked my boobs while I ground my teeth trying not to yell. It felt so wrong, but it was something I always wanted. I shook from my orgasm then climbed off of him. Ms. Sims climbed on his dick and rode it quickly. Their bodies slapped as they fucked and I watched with my finger in my pussy. This was wrong. What the hell was I doing? This needed to stop. But I couldn't. My fantasy was opened and I knew what I wanted. I knew I wanted it from the first time I saw his dick. I rubbed my soaking pussy over my legs and over my asshole. I rubbed and rubbed but I couldn't get it wet enough. "Ms. Sims," I said finally. She climbed off his cock. It was wet and twitching. He looked at us with sweat on his brow. She looked at me and smiled. "Get on your knees Holly and stick your ass up." I got down obediently and she started rubbing my ass with my own juice. She slid a finger in easily. I was no anal virgin and I was ready. She started to finger my asshole and I rocked against it moaning. She touched my clit with her other hand and rubbed it in a circle driving me crazy. After a few moments of this I commanded, "Tim...get off that chair and fuck me in the ass." "Um mom..." he started. I was crazy. "Shut up. Look at my ass. Ms. Sims has it all ready for you. Now get that cock in there....I don't want a little, I want the whole thing. I want to feel your balls pressed against me and I want you to fuck me as hard and as long as you can. Do you understand me?" "Um...yes..." "Good, now do it!" I shouted. I looked back at him, standing up awkwardly with his dick jerking at each step. Ms. Sims sucked it to get it really wet then helped him position it over my asshole. It felt huge against me. Suddenly the thought of my son ass fucking me made me start to shiver. I pushed against the fat head of his dick until he finally forced it in. I let out a deep groan as it filled me up. I felt him stretch my ass apart and push, grabbing my shoulder with one hand and my ass cheek with another. He pushed and pushed. I bit my lip and wondered if I could take the whole thing. He gave a solid thrust and I felt his balls against me. "Good..." I said in a lustful tone. "Now fuck me...fuck my ass..." He pulled it back and my body shuddered, then he thrust forward and I moaned. He pulled back slowly until my ass locked on the end of his dick then slammed it in again. Slowly and methodically he pulled back until I was almost screaming then he thrust his full length back into my ass. I put a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit with each thrust. Soon I was backing into his dick as it slammed into me. "Harder son...harder..." I said with a gasped as it drove down deep. He began to speed up, still pulling back so far and pumping me. I almost fell over he was pumping me so hard. Ms. Sims managed to slide her body under mine until my mouth was on her pussy and hers was on mine. I found her clit and sucked it as she licked mine and my son fucked my ass. There were too many feelings in my body and I started to cum. I buried my face in Ms. Sims pussy and groaned and she came right after me. Tim kept pumping me like a perfect machine. I licked Ms. Sims's pussy then said, "Harder dear...as fast as you can...cum for me ok?" Suddenly he went wild. He pulled his cock out so I was gaping then drove it back in. The changing volume drove me wild and I begged for more. He jammed it in firmly, grabbed my hips and started fucking me as fast as he could. His body slapped against my ass as he fucked. Ms. Sims licked my clit and he fucked my ass so fast that all I could do was hold onto her legs. I felt him shift position so he could be over me and his dick plunged deep into my ass. I squeezed Ms. Sims legs and squealed as he fucked me and he started to cum. His warm cum filled my ass and came out as he fucked me. He thrust as deep as he could and then after several very hard and vigorous thrusts. He clenched my ass cheeks and yelled, "Ah...fuck mom...fuck...." Ms. Sims licked the cum as it slid down my legs and I came hard as she nibbled my clit. I held her for as long as I could and then Tim pulled his cock out. I grunted and fell over onto my clothes. My legs and ass were covered in his cum. Ms. Sims sat up and looked at us, licking her fingers. We were quiet for a while...I didn't know what to say. Finally Tim asked, "Am I in trouble mom?" I looked up at him in a post orgasm coma and replied, "Not if you keep fucking me like that honey. Not ever." After Class They met in a class after school. She could feel her face blush the first time he smiled at her. She was too tough to admit it though. Instead, she would respond to his comments with off-handed sarcasm, all the while trying to suppress any inner giggles that might slip out. She figured she couldn't possibly have a chance with him anyway. There were plenty of other more attractive alternatives for him to choose from. His piercingly gorgeous blue eyes could never fall on her. One day after class, he asked her for a ride home. She could feel her heart leaping from her chest, pangs of excited giddiness running through her stomach. She contained all of this and calmly said, 'Sure, where do you live?'. She drove and he rode, quietly. Both sensing the tension. Both watching each other from their peripherals. "Turn left right here," he said, pointing to a long drive that led to his father's apartment. They stopped in front. She put the car in park. He clutched at his bag. Her hands dropped to her lap, while she desperately tried to avoid saying something final, like "Well, see you next week in class." They shyly glanced and smiled at each other. At last, he asked if she would like to come in for something to drink. Unsure, but excited, she stammered, "Yeah," clears her throat, "Thanks, that would be great." She turns off the ignition, climbs out and follows him up to the front door. He was just as nervous as she was, but he was much smoother and didn't let it show. He opened the front door and invited her in. She politely took off her shoes, even when he said she didn't need to. He plopped his bag down and headed towards the kitchen. She stood, rubbing her hands together, clasping her fingers, together and apart, together and apart, while looking around, thinking, "So, this is where he lives." The couch looked soft and inviting, so she decided to sit down. He walked back into the room after a minute with two glasses of cold water. She thanked him as she carefully took the glass from his hand. She sipped it, careful not to finish it too quickly. She looked around and said, "Hmm, I thought you'd have more trophies or medals. You're so good in class. I thought you were in more competitions." He looked around as well, "Oh, most of them are in my room. Wanna see?" "Sure." She got up and followed him towards his room. Indeed there were a few more trophies sitting on his bookshelf on the back wall. She stepped in to have a closer look. He tried to close the door behind her quietly, but she turned around when she heard the click. Their eyes met for a moment before he rushed over to the bookshelf, "Here let me show you the rest of my trophies." She walked over and looked over each one intently. "Whoa! You got First Place? That's wicked!" They both reached out for the trophy. Their hands brushed and they both contracted quickly. She backed away to sit on his bed, while he wandered toward the chair at his desk. His eyes darted, before saying, "You should join some competitions too. You're pretty good in class." She's elated at the compliment but she laughs it off, saying, "Don't feel confident enough. And confidence doesn't exactly come easy for me." Pause. "I'm a little envious of you sometimes. Confidence seems to come so easy for you." "Ha! Far from it." "You can deny it but everyone sees it." The next sentence runs back and forth in her head before finally coming out. "It's part of why I like you." Their eyes meet for a second before he turns away and smiles. He can feel his ears getting hot. He clears his throat and shakes his head. Her eyes follow the dimples dancing on his face, satisfied with the reaction she got. She stands up and says, "I should probably head back home." He stands and stammers, "Uhh, right. Yeah." She licks her lips, smiles, picks her bag up and take a few steps toward the door. He walks toward the door and places his hand on the door knob, but pauses before turning it. Their bodies only a foot apart, almost close enough to sense each other's heat. He runs his hand up the strap of her bag, lifting it from her shoulder and placing it on the floor. She looks up at him. He moves in closer and tilts his head down toward hers. She stares at his lips as they begin to part. She whispers, "What are you doing?" "I...want to..." his lips find hers. A short kiss. Then they fall into each other. Mouths open, tongues darting in and out. One of his hands on her waist, pulling her body into his. His other hand cupping her face and neck, massaging gently. Her hands rub his chest, and glide down to his waist. After another minute of furious kissing, they break apart. Both breathing heavily. They look at each other, unsure of what to do next. She begins, "Umm... that was... yeah.. good. I should go." She opens the door and takes a few quick steps toward the front door, but stops when she realizes she forgot her bag. She turns around and he's standing in the hall with her bag. He hands it to her by the strap. She reaches out and when she grabs onto the strap, he pulls the bag back, pulling her forward. He catches her with his arm around her waist. They kiss again. He twirls her back into his room and shuts the door again. This time, he pulls her toward the bed. He sits on the edge and pulls her between his thighs. She runs her hands through his hair. His hands rub around her waist and down the side of her legs. Her hands trace his shoulders, down his arms and into his hands, twining fingers together. She stands up straight, breaking the kiss. She rests her forehead on his and smiles. He smiles and asks, "Why are you smiling?" "Just happy." He smiles even bigger. She cups his face in her palms and kisses him again. This time, slower, deeper. His hands hold her waist. He sneaks a couple fingers underneath her shirt to touch the skin at her waist. She moans into his mouth upon feeling the warmth of his fingers. He grows bolder. His fingers start rubbing her lower back, tracing her spine, reaching further and further up. She can feel her skin tingling where he's touched her. His hands lower back down to her waist. She guides his hands across her stomach and up to her breasts. He stands up and pulls her close, his hand massaging her breast. They writhe and moan into each other's bodies. He could feel her nipples hardening under her bra. Suddenly, she stops and stares into his eyes. His hands retreat back and he says, "I'm sorry, sorry. Am I moving too fast? Sorry." She shakes her head and smirks. She pulls her shirt off, to his surprise, and he looks in awe. He kisses her lips again, then across her cheek to her ear. He rubs his nose against her ear and nibbles down her neck hungrily. Her breathing turns to a pant. She clutches at his shirt and yanks it off his body. Her hands glide down his body down to his belt buckle. He cups her face and brings her into another hot, panting wave of kisses. She slips her fingers into the top of his pants. He could feel his skin tingle down to his thighs and back up his spine. She whispers into his ear, "I want to give you something." His ear turns red from her hot breath. There's a sly little grin on her face when he looks into her eyes as she backs away and kneels down before him. Their eyes remain locked on each other while her hands deftly unbuckle and unzip the front of his pants. He could feel his heart thumping through his chest and his member growing stiffer as her face moves in closer. She pulls down his pants and pushes them down to his ankles. Her hands rub the growing bulge in his underwear. "Oh-my-god...," he gasps, finding it difficult to stand. Her stomach flutters from excitement at watching his arousal. She peels his underwear off his body, revealing his hard penis. She looks up into his eyes and kisses the tip. He collapses back onto the edge of the bed. She crawls forward and wraps her hand around his stiff cock, massaging up and down. Her tongue licks a ring around the head before she glides it far down her throat. His moans grow louder with each lick and suck and swallow. He places his hand on the back of her head as she bobs up and down, faster and harder. He can't hold it in any longer. One more deep thrust into the back of her throat and he felt everything erupting from within. She locked her lips onto his spurting member and swallowed every drop he unloaded. Still panting, he opened his eyes, looked into her eyes and pulled her up for a deep swirling kiss. "That was...amazing. You are..." She put her soft finger to his lips before he could finish. "I really have to go," she says, quietly. She puts her shirt back on while he pulls his pants and underwear back on. He hands her her bag and walks her to the front door and out to her car. She opens her car door, but he gently pulls her arm before she gets in. "What's going to happen next? What does this mean for us...if anything? I don't know what you're loo--", she interrupts him with a kiss. She backs away, smiles and gets into her car. To be continued... After Class Lissie walked into her evening lecture late. She often did this in an attempt to get her tutor to notice her. She swung her hips and tossed her long, wavy, auburn hair before settling into her regular seat directly in front of Mike. He was tall and slim, with dark hair and an aquiline nose. He fascinated her. He spoke in an animated way and was deeply cynical. She pressed her ass against her seat harder, pushing her butt plug in a little deeper, sighing in an erotic way and Mike glanced at her before carrying on with his lecture. Lissie avidly wrote notes on the romantic poets and stared at Mike, wondering what he'd be like in bed. A blush suffused her cheeks and she looked down at her notes and doodled in the margin a little. Mike cast his eyes around his bored looking lecture class. None of them seemed to care about English in a big way, most of them seemed to want a degree as a stepping-stone and they thought English was an easy way through. His eyes settled on Lissie, the chronically late girl. Well, young woman, he thought as the class copied notes, a very attractive young woman at that. She had an unusual air of sexuality about her, as if she wasn't wearing panties and was daring you to check. Her almost husky voice was pleasant although not typically feminine. Her best feature, Mike decided, was her skin. It was very pale, but free of blemishes or freckles and had an almost opalescent quality to it. Paired with soft brown eyes it was a delightful contrast. She was wearing a tight purple sweater today and it appeared she had forgone a bra. The soft material did nothing to hide the fact her nipples were erect. As he noted this she looked at up him and caught his gaze for a few seconds before returning to her notes. She shivered and carried on writing. Oh yes, she was definitely sensual. Mike glanced at his watch, the hour was up. He then dismissed the class, calling out "Lissie, a word." as she packed her books back into her bag. Lissie's heart was pounding and she thought it might break through her skin if it slammed against her ribs any harder. The butt plug made her feel filled and her clit was aching for attention. Her arousal was almost peaking and she knew as soon as she got to her room she'd have an explosive orgasm. She licked her lips almost unconsciously as she walked towards Mike's desk. He was shuffling sheaves of paper and slotting them into his briefcase. She placed a hand on his desk and cleared her throat lightly. "You wanted to see me?" she asked, mustering as much false bravado as possible. His green eyes flicked to hers and her breath caught in her throat. "Yes. Can you meet me in my office in ten minutes? I just have to run off some photocopies for an early lecture tomorrow." Lissie nodded and slipped into the stragglers of the crowd leaving the auditorium. She walked straight to his office figuring he could unlock it when he got there. Lissie glanced down the empty corridor and ran her hands up and down her jean-clad thighs. She let her lids drift closed and pretended it was Mike's hands touching her. One hand cupped her pussy through her clothes as the other began to tweak one of her nipples gently through her sweater, making it harder than before. Mike walked down the winding corridors that led to his office. It was in the most remote part of the building, not that there was anyone else left in the building. All the other lecturers hated to take the evening lectures, Mike didn't mind though. He figured if he were at home he'd only be writing something or reading and if he were here he'd just be talking to some uninterested kids, trying to convey some of his passion. He stopped dead at the start of the small corridor terminating with his office though. Outside his door was Lissie, openly massaging herself through her jeans and pulling on her prominent nipples. Mike cleared his throat and her eyes whipped open, her face slowly darkening with a humiliated blush. His cock hardened painfully and he suddenly pictured her naked on her knees, her long hair obscuring his view of her breasts. He shook his head to clear the image and strode towards the door, slipping the key into the lock and twisting it. He gestured to Lissie that she should enter first and he stared appreciatively at the lilt of her hips making her ass sway a little. "Take a seat Lissie." She complied, easing her frame into a large chair positioned opposite to his. Mike slid behind his desk pulling out a drawer that contained one of Lissie's essays. "You did extremely well on your creative term paper." Lissie blushed again as if this was something to be ashamed of. She nodded and met Mike's eyes letting him continue uninterrupted. "I was thinking, have you ever wanted to write a novel? As you know I run a very small publishing house. If you give me a synopsis I'll consider giving you a publishing contract." Lissie's mouth fell open, "Are you serious?" Mike nodded and stood up, perching on the edge of his desk the same side as Lissie was. "I have never offered to print a students work before so I think that gives you an indicator of how impressed I was by your work." Mike looked at Lissie, appreciating her silence instead of the rambling he'd expected. Lissie suddenly jumped up and hugged Mike, pressing her body against his, and rubbing a little against his erection that hadn't dissipated since seeing her play with herself fully clothed. She stiffened suddenly as if becoming aware rocking against her teachers cock might not be the most appropriate of things. Lissie began to pull away from Mike when one of his arms circled her, keeping her in place while the other began to stroke her hair lightly. She sighed again her breath fanning against Mike's neck. She inhaled and smelt his scent, cigarette smoke, a little bit of sweat and man. She pressed her hips against his again and moaned. The arm Mike was using to hold her against him slid down to her ass and he began massaging her through her jeans and underwear. In her already aroused state, Lissie could hardly bear this and began to kiss Mike's neck when suddenly he slapped her ass hard. His low voice resonated throughout the otherwise silent room, "You don't touch me unless I tell you to, right? Concentrate on what I'm doing." Lissie nodded and whispered "Yes Sir." fighting to keep herself still. Mike resumed his slow massage, his other hand sifting her hair through his fingers until he found the back of the neck, where he began caressing her skin in an alternating rhythm. A low moan escaped her throat. She was aware he was turning her, pressing her ass against the desk while he remained in front of her, pressing his cock against her. His hands suddenly left her and her eyelids flickered open. His piercing green eyes were staring at her. Mike looked into her smooth chocolate brown eyes and waited. He could see the raw lust written across her face. She seemed utterly vexed by the idea he would stop touching her now. "Please." Her voice seemed even hoarser than ever. That one little word was all it took for Mike's fingers to curl under the hem of her jumper and pull it off of her; she raised her arms to help and shook her hair out as he dropped it by his feet. His fingertips trailed over her soft, pale breasts and he groaned a little. He did not often hook up and took simple pleasure in a warm body. His hands wrapped around her ribs and stroked down methodically, Lissie purred and her hips began to rock slightly. He smiled at her impatience and ran his hands over her softly flared hips, down to her jeans. Slowly unbuttoning them they slid down her thighs, collecting at her ankles. Her ballet pumps had slipped half off and standing back, Mike tugged them off of her completely disposing of them with her top. He took in the sight of her, laying over his desk in just panties, a little scrap of black lace, mewling as if she couldn't stand to have him not touch her at any given moment. He took a step into her, pushing his hips in between her legs. Lissie sighed and bit her lip, pushing her pelvis towards Mike. His long fingers toyed with the edges of her underwear and she let out a sound of frustration. Mike chuckled and slipped a finger under her soaked panties, his ring finger entering her sodden pussy while his thumb gently ran circles around her clit. Lissie moaned and tightened around his finger, which began pressing at her gspot. "Please Sir..." she gasped. Mike almost buckled at that entreaty. She was rhythmically moving against his hand, obviously incredibly aroused, but not enough to come. His free hand slid up to her nipples and began roughly pinching and twisting them. Her breath was coming faster and she began bucking against his hand wildly. Mike pulled his finger from her and pulled off the wisp of material. He looked down at her smoothly shaved mound and groaned a little. He pushed her legs further apart, opening her to his gaze. He saw the bottom part of her plug and brushed it with his fingers eliciting a breathy sigh. Lissie felt Mike touch the plug she had in that she'd forgotten about. She was nearly delirious with need and could only think about him pushing his cock into her. He grasped the end and pulled a little, then leant down and whispered in her ear, "You little slut, how long have you had this in?" His words excited her more and she stammered as she tried to formulate an answer. "S-since lunch Sir." Mike growled and slid it in and out of her a little, slowly fucking her ass with it. "You like that don't you, you whore?" Lissie could only moan in response, on the verge of a mind shattering orgasm. Mike realized this and stopped, pulling it out of her completely and dropping it to the floor. Lissie's thoughts were not very coherent but she managed to beg Mike to fuck her. She heard him chuckle as his fingers slipped back into her pussy. Her breathing was ragged and as he fingered her faster lightly brushing her gspot every now and then. Lissie was contracting her muscles around Mike's fingers as he pressed against her gspot deliberately rubbing it with little circles. Lissie found herself on the edge again and when he began to stroke her clit she couldn't contain herself any longer. She exploded into an orgasm that made her see stars. It was a good job the building was deserted, Mike thought as he continued to finger Lissie, as she made no secret of the fact she was coming and would have very much let the entire hall know. She was panting heavily and shaking every so often with the aftershocks. Mike pulled off his own trousers, stroking his cock through his boxers. He couldn't wait any longer to be inside of her and he pulled off his underwear and shirt, leaving him naked in front of Lissie. She had propped herself on her elbows to watch him undress. She'd seemed almost drugged and sleepy but the sight of him had caused a look of sheer carnal desire to take over her face. She sat up and inched closer to Mike. "May I—may I touch you?" Her voice was barely even a whisper and her eyes flitted to his, pleading silently with him. Mike nodded and ran a hand through her dishevelled locks. For a moment Lissie closed her eyes and leant into his touch, before remembering what she was doing. She stood tentatively and brushed her hands along his shoulders. Obviously not a gym bunny, Lissie observed, but in shape, toned. Her mouth watered to look at him and she couldn't touch him enough. His broad shoulders made her frame seem tiny though she was not. He had definition in his biceps and she curled a hand around one, squeezing lightly. Lissie thought he was a sensory feast; his shaggy dark hair and slanted brows, piercing eyes and strong jaw, paired with this tall toned body was a gift. Her hands ran over his pecs, and down to his hips, wrapping around his rigid cock while her head bowed to lick his nipple. She heard him take a sharp intake of breath through his teeth and did it again, biting a little. An animalistic growl rumbled in his throat and she sank to her knees, licking along Mike's hipbone. He trembled a little and Lissie took the head of his cock into her mouth. He was thick and long and she didn't think she'd be able to take him all. Her tongue flicked against him and she swallowed more of him. Three quarters was all she could manage comfortably but every few seconds she'd take him further to touch the back of her throat. Soon he was pumping his hips towards her with a sense of urgency and she pulled away from him to stand up. Mike dipped his head and caught her earlobe between his teeth licking it before biting down gently. Lissie couldn't stand it any more and moved back towards the desk, laying down and pulling Mike with her. "Please Sir, fuck me. I need it; I have to have you inside me. I...ahh..." Lissie trailed off as Mike rubbed his cock against her. Mike couldn't take her begging any more, he thought he'd explode. He slowly sank into her tight wet pussy and stopped. Lissie yowled and resumed begging while slowly moving her hips. "Mike, please... please fuck me... I can't take it Sir, please don't stop." Her begging drove him wild and he began to slam into her hard and fast, one hand by her shoulder supporting himself, while the other dived in between her legs to play with her clit. Lissie appeared unable to take this new sensation and sunk her nails into his back chanting and growing louder by the second. "Oh Sir, Sir yes... please don't stop...don't oh Sir...fuck Mike yes! Yes, Mike!" Her hips twisted as she screamed her approval and came heavily. Mike slowed and waited for her to come back to her senses, it didn't take long and she stared into his eyes as she slowly panted. Mike slid in and out slowly and he could see it was rekindling the flame of her arousal rapidly. He slid a hand under her leg and pulled it up, pinning it in place with his arm. His hips increased their pace and he let out a guttural moan. Lissie closed her eyes, enjoying the new sensation when she heard Mike roughly speaking to her. "No. Open your eyes. Look at me." His voice was harsh and barely controlled and she could tell he was close. His eyes bore into hers and she found herself feeling as though they were sharing a moment more intimate than any in the world. He was fucking her fast and she dug her nails into his shoulder blades as her back arched, pushing her tits towards him. She bit her lip and tightened as she felt him get more frenzied. He pushed into her hard a final time and she felt him coming inside her. He came heavily and his breathing became raspy his hips pressed against hers as he finished. He pulled away and lay next to her. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair again and she was dimly aware that the edge of the desk was cutting into her back, which meant he couldn't be comfy either. She slowly pulled herself up and pulled on her panties, dropping her plug in her bag and pulling on her sweater. "I don't know what this was to you," she said, "but I like you, and I'm definitely interested." Lissie looked back to see Mike had hauled himself to a sitting position too. He stood up and nodded then picked up her jeans and handed them to her, letting her step into them before snapping them shut. He leant down and bit her earlobe gently as he had done earlier, making her shiver as he whispered, "I am too; I'll see you Thursday." With that she slid her feet into her ballet pumps and left. Mike watched Lissie leave before he dressed and righted his desk. He could still smell her on his fingers and hoped she'd meant what she said. He'd like to take her to his Thursday night after class and show her everything else he wanted to do. After Class Eric and Jane were working on a big poster together for the fest. Jane was adding paint to its various parts. Because of its size, she had to move to different positions on it. Eric was finding it difficult to concentrate on sketching the outlines. She assumed so many contorted positions, his eyes kept darting towards her ass and legs as they bulged out when she spread herself out on the floor. Her tight fitting jeans did nothing to hide it. He even got good glimpses at her cleavage and midriff--her midriff was so toned, he was unable to control his erecting. There were a few paint stains on her clothes, some of them on parts of her skin. He made idle chitchat with her as they worked on the poster. He was surprised at how easy she was to speak to, he didn't feel awkward in the slightest--he wondered why he hadn't spoken to her before. Oh, that's right, she was one of the hottest girls in school--not that he wasn't handsome himself--but he figured he'd have to get in line behind all the other guys, just to get her to notice him. Moreover, she was never alone. She could always be found talking to the other girls on the cheer squad. The thought of going up to her and asking her out in full view of her friends was intimidating. He didn't want to be just another guy who tried and failed. He clearly recognised the opportunity he was presented with here, only the two of them working together with no one else nearby. It was just a matter of mustering up the stones to make a move--at least, that's what he kept telling himself. They both stayed silent for a while as they continued to work on the poster. He couldn't help himself from fantasizing about her as he made quick strokes with his sketch pen. "Let's take a break," she said, sitting up and stretching. The fabric of her shirt contoured on her firm tits showing its perfect shape. She wasn't even wearing a bra--this was just too good to be true. "Yeah, my legs are aching too." He got up and made his way to the boy's restroom. Surprisingly she entered too. "I don't feel like walking all the way to the other one. I just need to wash my hands." "Oh, me too," he said, moving to one of the basins. He washed his hands, and noticed that some of the paint had managed to cover parts of his waist, even though his shirt had been covering it. He lifted up his shirt to clean it with water. "Nice abs," he heard her say. She had walked up to the basin near his and was visible in the mirror. "You too," he blurted out, without thinking. "Oh, so you were watching. Liked what you saw?" He realized his mistake and blushed visibly. She came closer and put her palm on his chest, and slowly slid it down to his abs as she looked up at him and spoke. "You thought I didn't notice you staring?" "It's ok, I stared too." she said, a mischievous smile on her face. Just then he felt her fingers brush the fabric of his pants below the waist. He immediately looked down to see a bulge in his pants, clearly protruding from his jeans. He was mortified. She had moved even closer, he could feel her breath on his neck. He felt her hand on his cheeks, gently brushing them "Don't be shy," she said, raising her shirt up to her belly button. He was lost in the moment, feeling incredibly turned on. He noticed everything about her, her sparkling blue eyes directed at his, the lines made by her neck, the sweat moistening the portion below it. He brought his palm to her waist, slowly sliding it up, feeling the tight skin stretched over her abdomen, the faint ridges on it. He slid it further up, experiencing the warmth, electricity running through his arm as he went higher inside her shirt. It was being raised by his wrist, exposing more and more of her. His palm was now right below her tits. "Don't stop now," she breathed into his hear, her mouth millimetres from it. She was driving him wild; he couldn't believe what was happening. He felt the base of her tits and slid his palm over them, the fabric of her shirt still covering his hand. The skin was so smooth. "What are you waiting for," she whispered as she ran her tongue from his ear to his neck, then planted a kiss on his neck. He began to squeeze her breast, feeling the soft skin as it deformed. She brought his other hand up with hers and guided his palm to her other breast, nibbling his neck. He began to grope and feel them with more fervour. "Squeeze my nipples" she cooed. He played with them using his fingers, squeezing and pulling gently at first until she lightly kissed him. Her tongue played with his, darting out of her full wet lips. Their mouth got wetter as their breathing got heavier. She moaned with her eyes closed as he continued to fondle her tits now beginning to get more involved. She pulled back her head, their lips separating; a line of saliva hung between them, until she pulled back further, their bodies separated. His hands released her tits. She pushed herself back onto the sink bay and tilted her head back, as she lifted up her shirt and took it off. He got a full view of her spectacular tits as she did so. His mouth began to water. She pulled him by the wrist and then by his hair, guiding his head to her tit, pushing his mouth towards it. He didn't need further encouragement. He lost all inhibitions, and brought his hands up to her waist to steady her as he began to service her tits with his mouth. Licking and sucking them, coating them with his saliva as he moved to the other one and back, giving them both equal attention. "Ahhhh, yessss .... feels soooo good," she kept moaning, running her fingers through his hair, sometimes using them to guide his head. He brought his hands up to cup them and massage them as he loudly slurped and sucked. He moved his head lower, leaving a trail of kisses till her belly button, and then licking the line of her abdomen upwards till his tongue reached between her breasts, now shining with wetness. Just then they heard footsteps approaching outside. Her eyes flashed open. She hastily pushed him back and scrambled to put on her shirt as he pulled back to adjust his clothes. She went towards the door, as it opened, and two boys entered. She squeezed between them and exited, avoiding their looks of surprise. Eric was left feeling awkward in the toilet. He too avoided them and exited. He looked around the hallway, but couldn't see her. He sighed in frustration and walked towards the junction and took a left. He bounced up as he felt someone grab his ass. He saw Jane walk in front of him, "We aren't done," she said with a playful grin as she turned and walked away briskly. He stood there, staring at her swaying behind with a smile on his face. After-Class, After-Life Affair (note: This story is an entrant in Literotica's Halloween Story Contest 2004. IMHO, it doesn't have a ghost of a chance. But I hope you enjoy this non-family escapade by the sexually adventurous, Randi Druitt.) -- It was a fantastic fuck. Randi Druitt's sex-charged body writhed and shuddered. A large, powerfully built man was between her widespread legs. With deep, fluid strokes, he was pumping his demanding cock in and out of her very willing pussy. Each thrust brought her closer to ecstasy. The freckle-faced redhead lay nude on the back seat of an old Buick, parked on the far side of a small, rural graveyard. A handsome, charming, if married, black classmate named Lee Johnson was busy screwing her senseless. The college sophomore had enjoyed this many times over the last few weeks. And while each time with Lee seemed better than the one before, tonight was special. After all, it was Halloween and they were in a cemetery. For just a moment, she wondered about his wife. How long would she keep accepting Lee's yarns about an after-class study group? But then Randi's body began to tremble and her skin flush as the deep, rhythmic thrusts pushed her towards another orgasm. They had met in one of those once-a-week, three-hour night class horrors. That's where they were earlier tonight. But as she now lay on her back, free of clothes and inhibitions, with her arms wrapped around her lover's broad back, school was the last thing on her mind. The car rocked as Lee hammered his unyielding dick deep into her juicy flesh. Waves of erotic energy raced from her churning, stuffed pussy out to every cell of her tingling body. It was such a great fuck, she no longer cared about the wait she endured before it started. They had gotten out of class a little early, a few minutes before nine. Lee said he had to go home, but promised to come right back. He was gone longer than she expected. But instead of getting pissed, she just got hornier. It was after ten when he pulled into the coffee shop parking lot. Randi waved, hurried out, and hopped in beside him. He leaned over and gave her a long, deep kiss. It was a good one, searching, and erotic. She relished his sensuous taste and the feel of his tongue probing into the intimate recesses of her mouth. When their lips parted, a big grin broke across his handsome, brown face. He shifted back behind the steering wheel, then glanced at her. There was a strange, vacant look in his eyes. Randi decided it was lust, and smiled. "I was beginning to worry. I mean, you don't live that far away." "Had some problems. My old lady, she was being a bitch, didn't want me to leave. But I had to get back to you, babe. Can't let these long legs go to waste." Lee gave her knee a gentle squeeze and slid his hand halfway up her thigh. After another quick kiss, he sped out of the parking lot. With her skin still tingling from his touch, Randi ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, enjoying the faint taste left by his lips. She watched him rush through the late hour traffic. "Where are we going?" "An old cemetery, outside of town." "You're kidding?" "Nope. It's in the middle of nowhere. You can let it all hang out and scream your head off. Most of my people are buried there. Think of it as getting to meet the better members of my family." This is such a hoot, thought Randi. Halloween night, and this good-looking black man was taking her to, where else, a graveyard. And once there--. With a shudder of erotic pleasure, she realized that in a few more minutes she'd be lying naked on the back seat with her legs spread wide, waiting for him to see, touch, and take her. It was such a wanton thought, it left her pussy soaked and her body shivering with barely suppressed lust. Randi had no idea how much farther they had to go; she just hoped they'd get there soon. It occurred to her that since both knew what was about to happen, she might as well go ahead. Why wait until they arrived at wherever the hell this cemetery was located? After kicking off her sandals, she lifted her hips, hiked up her short skirt, hooked her thumbs inside the waistbands of her panties and quickly slid them over her hips and off her legs. She was stuffing them into her purse when the car swerved. Looking over, she saw Lee trying to keep one eye on the road while staring at her lap. Following his gaze, she saw her skirt was still hiked up around her hips, giving him a great view of her legs and even a little peek at her damp, curly, pubic hairs. "Better watch where you're going," she teased. "I'm trying to," he said. "But you're one hell of a distraction." "Well, maybe you won't be so distracted if you keep these for me." She handed him her panties, still warm from her body and damp from her juices. As she hoped, the present seemed to increase his level of distraction. Unable to resist the temptation to toy with his obvious eagerness, she slid across the seat and placed her lips against his ear. After gently caressing it with her tongue, she whispered softly, "Wherever this cemetery is, I hope we get there real soon." "Let me slap this mother into overdrive," said Lee, grabbing at the bulge in his pants and pretending to shift. Randi laughed, pushed his hand aside, and unzipped his fly. Reaching inside, she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. It was a struggle, but she managed to extract the long, stiff dick. After giving his ear one more nibble, she lowered her head and slipped the swollen cock between her lips. They changed lanes a few times and even stopped at a couple of traffic lights, but she never stopped working her mouth up and down the length of the hard, ebony shaft. The car made a sharp, left turn, slowed slightly before making another left turn. When Randi looked up, they were on a narrow, tree-lined road, approaching a moonlit area filled with pale, ghost-like monuments. "Are we there yet, daddy?" she asked with a giggle while slowly licking the big, sensitive cock head. "Yes, child," replied Lee, who had obviously found it almost impossible to pay attention to his driving during Randi's blowjob. "Thank heavens we're almost there." After giving the flared, light brown, cock head a final swirl with her tongue, Randi released her grip on the thick shaft. While the car was still moving, she climbed into the back seat and began pulling off the rest of her clothes. Once undressed, she eased herself down on the worn fabric of the big back seat. With a smile of anticipation, she spread her legs and then looked up at the back of Lee's head. A shiver of excitement raced through her body when the car stopped. After all these hours of waiting, it was about to happen. As she thought about Lee lying on top of her, Randi began stroking one of her breasts and its hard nipple. Reaching down with her other hand, she slowly combed her fingertips through her damp, silky pubic hairs. When she touched her moist, sensitive pussy lips, a jolt of sexual energy flashed across her eager body. He turned off the lights and killed the engine. Without looking back, asked, "Want a smoke?" "What do you think, Lee?" replied Randi, with what she hoped sounded like a low, sexy voice. He turned and looked into the back. Randi stole a quick glance at her nude body stretched out across the seat. Her pale skin glowed faintly in the dim moonlight. Both hands were still busy. Though never impressed with her body, she had to admit that, in this light, it seemed almost sexy. Then she looked up at Lee. The sight of his mouth hanging open and the look of blatant desire on his face told her better than any words how much he liked the view. After waiting for him to say or do something, she cocked her head and smiled. "So tell me Lee, is a cigarette what you really want right now? I mean, if it is, well, that's okay with...." "Not only no, but hell no!" He vaulted over the back of the front seat and tumbled into her waiting arms. After a quick kiss, he moved down and locked his lips around one of her erect nipples. At the same time he was ripping off his shirt and pushing down his pants. A few seconds later, his hard body was pressed against her flesh while his unyielding cock pushed against the entrance to her waiting pussy. They kept kissing until he lifted his head and smiled down at her. She looked at him through eyes clouded with lust as they lay body-to-body, motionless and expectant. Then he hunched forward, ramming his cock deep into her with one powerful stroke. Randi gasped, first in surprise and then pleasure, as the engorged dick hurtled toward the depths of her moist cunt. Moments later, the final inches of his thick shaft sank past her stretched pussy lips and the big, flared, cock head slammed into the inner most recesses of her quivering body. As she shuddered from the impact, her head jerked back and she let out a cry of pure delight. With their bodies now fused together, Lee paused and leaned forward until their lips met. As their tongues touched, his hips sprang into motion and he began fucking her eager body. Randi's skin seemed to ignite with desire. The smooth, rhythmic motion of Lee's large cock head plunging in and out of the depths of her pussy quickly triggered the first in a series of small, intense orgasms. Each one sent waves of pleasure surging from her tingling scalp down to her curled toes. She reached down and grabbed on to the cheeks of his tight, well-muscled butt. Each time he made another long, fluid thrust into her churning cunt she could feel his ass tense and flex while she tried to pull him in even deeper. As their lovemaking continued, their bodies began working in harmony. Instead of another mini-climax, this motion triggered a different, more intense sort of sensation. It started in the pit of her stomach, quickly spread to her pussy, and then her whole body. Placing one foot on the floorboard and the other on the back of the car seat, she forced her hips up to meet his thrusts. The muscles in her vagina clinched around the long, thick, unyielding cock; she began to shiver and jerk convulsively. She was almost there. With a scream of total bliss, she exploded in a soul-shattering, mind-numbing climax. Her entire body became an extension of her pussy, and her pussy was pure molten passion. Moments later, Lee grunted and blasted his load deep inside her heaving body. But in the wake of her own powerful orgasm, she barely noticed. "Un-fucking-real," he groaned. With a contended sigh, he collapsed on top of her exhausted but very satisfied body. Randi hugged him. She gloried in his hard, sweaty, body lying motionless and spent on top of hers, and the feel of his cock, still long and stiff, buried deep inside her throbbing pussy. As she gently stroked Lee's dark, sweat-slick skin, Randi knew she had shared this amazing experience with someone very special, even if he was married. It was after midnight when they got back to the all-night coffee shop. Randi tried to coax him into coming in, but he shook his head. "I've gotta make tracks. Places to go. Things to do. You know. Ii, uh, doesn't look like I'll be in class next week. That's okay. But I'll sure miss the after class study session." She pressed for details, but he was vague. "Just hang loose, babe. And know I loved every minute with you. Especially tonight." Surprised, worried, and a little annoyed, Randi watched him drive away. Then she shrugged and reminded herself that all guys were weird. Maybe married black ones were more so. As she got into her car, she smiled and wondered what would flip her mother out the most, that Lee was black or that he was married. A few minutes later she walked into her dorm. Mindy Davis was short, dumpy and prone to emotional outbursts. She was also Randi's loyal roommate. They were both in the night class with Lee, but Mindy always came straight back to study. The moment Randi walked in, Mindy was at her near-hysterical best. "Where have you been? Have you heard? Oh, it's just horrible." "What's horrible, Mindy?" Randi collapsed on her bed. She felt the residue of the lovemaking she and Lee had just finished. It made her smile. "It's about Lee," wailed Mindy. "That cute black guy you study with after class. But I guess you didn't tonight, huh?" "What about Lee?" The smile on Randi's face vanished. "It was on the late news, so I guess he went right home after class. His wife was having a Halloween party. They got into a fight. She shot him. Oh, Randi, he's dead." -- Any votes and comments, whether they be brickbats or bouquets, will be appreciated. RF