2 comments/ 27377 views/ 2 favorites Teachers Cheat Too By: skinnychic "Thanks to you, I can hardly walk," Raul, the sexy Spanish teacher, said, holding a textbook awkwardly in front of him. We'd been exchanging flirtatious glances and littering our emails with racy double entendres for a while now, but none of it amounted to any real misbehavior. Yet here he was, in person, in my classroom after hours, sporting an impressive tent in his pants. "Hardly?" I smiled. "Was that intended to be a pun?" "Exactly," he replied, his Castilian accent beautifully decorating the word. His glance flickered toward his lap and he grinned sheepishly. Widening my eyes and lowering my voice I said, "Can I see?" I meant it playfully, but I was more than half serious. My heart thudded loudly at my daring, and I could feel my pulse even in my fingertips. The room felt unusually warm. A smile played across his lips and he rose from where he was leaning on a desk and shifted his balance indecisively. He shook his head slowly as he said, "This is a very bad idea," but his steps carried him toward me nonetheless. His confidence seemed build as he approached my desk, and he stood behind my chair. I was paralyzed with indecision. He shifted his weight and said, "I can't get any closer," unequivocally giving me permission, more than daring me, essentially commanding me, telling me to act on his proximity. I could smell the leather of his coat, the faint scent of coffee, and something else. He smelled masculine. Licking my lips and not breaking eye contact, I reached for his thigh, and slid my hand up his leg and under the hem of his coat to the crease of his groin, my thumb making contact with something very warm through his tailored dress pants. A slight nod of his head, a lift of his chin, another look that said, "I dare you," encouraged me to continue, and my fingers followed his warmth to its source, and I finally rested my hand on the mound of his rigidly erect penis. He blinked and his expression changed slightly, became more intense, as my breath escaped me and my posture shifted, arching my back and instinctively assuming a more vulnerable position, exposing my neck submissively as my hand began to massage his erection, my fingertips memorizing its contours and sensing the pulse of his blood and the heat of his virility. I was instantly captivated by what my hand had found, and I felt as though I were a woman starved who had finally found a delicious source of sustenance. I wanted it. With every fiber of my being I craved it, and my mouth salivated in response. A muscle in his cheek twitched as my index finger traced the crown of his penis through his pants, and he took a sharp breath. He was very, very hard. His right hand found my breast and he lifted it in his hand. My skin screamed for more of his touch as my already hard nipples stretched toward his caress, and I silently cursed my sweater for deadening the sensation of his touch. As if hearing the thoughts my brain was screaming, he ran his fingers up to my neckline and plunged his hand inside my shirt, finding my breast again and rubbing my erect nipple with his thumb, then teasing it with his fingertips before massaging the whole breast again. If I were a cat, I would have purred. The hairs on my neck stood up as chills raced up and down my spine, but I continued rubbing and squeezing the hard shaft in his pants. The thin jacquard fabric of his slacks impeded my access to him, and I found his zipper with my thumb, but greed or fear bid me to leave it in place for a moment longer. My instincts begged me to ease my hand into his pants to touch that delicious flesh, but I postponed that pleasure for another minute, not wanting to lose this delicious place where we were, but there was also the risk of being caught in a compromising position. That risk I ignored. I lifted the hem of his coat to reveal the bulge my right hand was so busily caressing, feeling the ridge along the underside, and I leaned forward, resting my mouth softly on that spot and exhaled slowly, breathing my heat onto his raging member. A gasp -- a groan -- it was some primal sound of desire that escaped his mouth, and he closed his eyes and squeezed my breast in response. Dimly aware that we could be interrupted at any time, I pulled back and my thumb found his zipper again. I stood and whispered in his ear, "Come with me." I gave his dick one more gentle squeeze as I brushed past him, but after a few steps, not sensing his movement, I turned to see a strange, stricken expression on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I saw Frank," he whispered. "What?" I asked, confused. "The principal? Where?" "Through the window," he murmured, now striding across the room to peer through the tiny window to the hallway. "He was right there, at the window." "He was looking through the window?" I deadpanned, disbelieving. The principal had probably only been in my hallway twice that year, so it was extremely unlikely that he'd be wandering around after hours looking in windows, but if he had... Let's just say that the ultra-conservative, morally perfect administrator wouldn't just let it go if he caught two married people fooling around on his watch. "He..." Raul stopped, "He was looking up. Maybe he was looking at something above the door." "Shit," I said, slumping back into my chair. "Do you think he saw us?" "I hope not," he said. Then his countenance changed, "I don't think he could have. From that angle he would have only seen my back; he wouldn't have seen anything. Besides, if he had, he would have interrupted, wouldn't he?" "I think so," I whispered. I was still undeterred. It should have been a mood killer for me, nearly getting caught, but it wasn't. It wasn't that Raul brought out the exhibitionist in me, it was more that he brought out the careless. I wanted him and didn't care who saw. I still would have taken him by the hand and pulled him to the storeroom to finish what we had started if I weren't certain that the mood HAD been killed for him. Resigned and disappointed, I shut down my computer and shoved the stack of grading into my bag. "Let's go then," I sighed, glancing his way. He had already moved to the door and was as far from me as the walls of the room would allow, and I assumed he was afraid of what Frank might think if he saw us looking too friendly, but he was acting like he was afraid of me. The halls were empty as we exited, and Raul walked a safely platonic distance from me all the way out of the building. He held the door for me, but then peeled off in a separate direction as soon as we hit the sunlight. "I'm sorry," he murmured, looking me in the eye as he backed away. "I'll talk to you later," and he was gone. Dumbfounded, I shook my head and turned toward my car, hoping the hurt wasn't written too plainly on my face. --- I drove around for a while, too frustrated to go home, and found my way to a winding mountain road just west of town and accelerated into the curves while I tried to get my head on straight. Cresting a bluff, I took a pullout that overlooked the valley I'd just escaped and cut the engine, leaning forward to rest my chin on the steering wheel. I was immediately surprised by the chirping of my phone: Caller Unknown. "Hello?" I answered. "Hola," came the reply. "Where did you go? I've been trying to reach you," came that delicious Spanish accent across the line. "I wanted to tell you I'm really sorry about what happened." My heart sank again. Sorry. I wasn't sorry, except sorry that we were interrupted. "I was out of cell range," I explained. "I want to apologize," he said again. "I freaked out back there, and I bolted. I didn't know what to do." Oh, I thought. He's sorry because he bolted. That's different, then. "Don't worry about it," I said. The line was awkwardly silent for a moment before I heard his voice again, lower this time. "I can't stop thinking about it - about you," he purred. "I keep thinking about how good it felt to have you touch me, and I want to see that look on your face again." He paused, "I want you." I shifted in my seat, struck silent as my heart pounded. This was an appetizing turn of events. "What was the look on my face?" I asked. "Desire," he said. Then, "Lust." Another breath, "Joy." I exhaled slowly. "Where are you?" he asked. I cleared my throat. "In my car. I'm west of town, overlooking the city," I paused. "Where are you?" "I just got home," he said. "I have, at most, an hour before my wife gets home." I cringed a little at that. I was married too, so I had absolutely no case for jealousy, but I didn't like thinking about the woman who took for granted the man I desired, but then, that gave me pause to wonder if perhaps some woman felt that way about my husband and me, and noted that I probably didn't care - at least at that moment I didn't. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Nothing," I said honestly. "Just sitting here, chin on the steering wheel, looking at the world. What about you?" "I'm sitting on my bed. I just took off my pants. You left me with quite a problem." "Oh, did I?" I breathed, leaning back and visualizing him there, in his gigantic suburban home on his gigantic suburban bed with a gigantically raging hardon while he fantasized about a woman who was decidedly not suburban. "Wish I could help you out with that." "I wish you would help me out with it." My panties were already wet from our earlier adventures, but as my hand grazed the fabric between my legs I found that my juices had soaked through my jeans. "Are you touching it?" I asked. "I still have my boxers on," he said, "but, yeah, I'm squeezing it." "Is it leaking?" "Yes," he said. "There was a lot of pre-leak earlier, but thinking about it has me ready." "I wish I could taste it," I breathed. He groaned. "If we hadn't been interrupted, I'd have taken you to the storeroom to let you have more than a taste. I'd have to be careful though," he said. "You get me so excited - I wouldn't want to come before I had a chance to enjoy you." "If you came," I whispered, listening to his breath, "I'd lick you clean, getting every last drop off of you," I paused to hear his breath change as I spun my fantasy, "and then I'd suck and rub your dick until you were hard again, and desperate for release. Then you could enjoy me all you want." "Are you touching yourself?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse. I looked around before I started narrating for him. "I'm in my car and I haven't seen another car in over ten minutes. My seat is leaned back and one hand is feeling my stomach and massaging my breasts," I breathed. "And my right hand," I paused, "my right hand is in my pants," I said honestly. "I'm rubbing my clit with the slippery cream dripping from my pussy. There's so much of it," I said. "You got me so excited." I heard his breath catch. He was definitely jacking off now; his breath had a rhythm that betrayed his movements, even though it sounded like he was moving slowly. The thought of his hand rubbing his deliciously stiff, oozing member was enough to get me off. I closed my eyes and pictured him, lying back on his bed and naked from the waist down, his eyes closed, his hand slowly working his meat and occasionally reaching down to cup his balls, a bottle of lube carelessly open beside him on the covers. I pinched my nipples and shivered. "What would you have done if we hadn't been interrupted?" I asked him. His breath had a ragged edge to it. "I would have taken you to the storeroom and closed the door," he said, "and I would have pushed you against the counter and pressed my dick against you so you'd know the effect you have on me." I leaned my seat farther back and my fingers honed in on my clit as he spoke. "I would have kissed your lips, and then I would kiss your ear, your neck, your collarbone. I would have rubbed and teased your nipples until they ached at attention, while I breathed the scent of your hair." He paused for a moment. "Then I would have pushed you down to your knees, and you would exhale your hot breath on my dick again, like you did earlier. And you would unzip my pants and pull out my penis. You would suck it into your mouth and I'd have to fight not to just come all over your face." His breath was even more pronounced, and I realized we were breathing at the same pace as I rocked my hips and rubbed my clit in the bucket seat of my car. "What are you doing right now?" he asked softly. I resumed the earlier narration. "I just slipped my fingers inside my pussy and it's soaked," I said. "It's hot and tight and wet, and I can't help but wonder what it would feel like if it were your dick instead, pushing inside me, stretching me open around the head of your cock." I stopped and listened to his breath. "Is your hand on your dick?" I asked knowing it was, but wanting to hear him say it again. "Yes," he replied. "Squeeze it for me," I said. "Run your fingers from base to tip and give the head a squeeze." He was silent, so I could only guess he obliged. "I wish my mouth were where your hand is," I said. My fingers moved quickly across my clit and I knew I could come if I kept it up. Picturing him was enough. "Now as you work your hand up and down I want you to imagine that it's my mouth, and I'm on my knees at your feet, licking your dick and sucking on you while you pull my hair and rock your hips in ecstasy." I paused again to listen to him. I could just discern the rhythmic sound of his movement, but it was his breath, his breathing was shallower and decidedly influenced by his building need, and it was making me crazy. I pinched my nipples and felt a shudder race up my spine. I was so close. "If I were there," I asked, "where would you come? Would you pull out of my mouth to shoot your cream on my breasts, or would you pulse hot in my mouth, with me licking the last drops from your spent member?" The images flashed in my mind as if they were reality. "Or maybe you'd pull out and cram your pulsing cock in my pussy at the last second so you can fill me with your seed?" I was there. My body shuddered, and I gasped, "I want to feel you come, Raul. I want to make you come." Wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body, in spite of my limited space behind the steering wheel. I squirmed in pleasure and satisfaction, but my lust did not subside The line was silent for a moment except for his breathing, and it sounded like he was very close. "Voy a correrme," he groaned, his voice trembling and barely above a whisper. "I'm going to come." That did it for me. I came again. "Oh, god, you're coming," I breathed, picturing his head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand pumped his cock, his seed landing on his chest and stomach, and I thrust my fingers deeper into my quivering pussy, humping into my palm with my clit as I pressed back into the drivers' seat. I shook as the next orgasm wracked my body. As the pleasure subsided I realized that I could no longer hear his breath. "Are you there?" I asked. "Yes," he replied quietly, "I'm still here." After a pause he said, "Next time you come, I want it to be because I'm inside of you." My heart soared at the thought. "Do you think that's likely?" I asked. "You've given me enough fodder today for me to have 'personal time' several times this evening and then again and again over then next few days and unless we're rearranging our schedules, I don't think you'll be there." "You know what I mean though," he persisted. "We have to find a way. I want to feel you." "Okay," I said. "Find a way." "I have to go soon," he said. "My wife could be home any minute." "Yeah, I do too," I replied, zipping my jeans and putting my seat back up. I had steamed my windows all by myself and it was still afternoon. "See you tomorrow?" "Hasta mañana," he whispered as we ended the call. --- The weekend seemed so long, and, thanks to Raul, I was unnaturally happy to return to work on Monday. What a switch from my usual disdain for the workweek. Raul was keeping a low profile after the incident with Frank, but the principal wasn't acting strangely so we felt like we were safe. We ran into each other in the usual places - the mail room, the copy room, the cafeteria, but people were always around, so we could manage no more than a casual, "How's it going?" He had a crazy affect on me though, and more than once, after a chaste and public exchange, I had to go to the ladies' room to, uh, dry off. I realized I was having a similar affect on him when he walked through the staff lounge where I was eating with my friends. I happened to be consuming a banana at the time, and I saw his eyes widen as we locked gazes and I brought the long slender fruit to my opened mouth. He shifted his folder to block view of his crotch and ducked into the men's room. My friends didn't notice, but I smirked happily to myself at the thought of his dick twitching. Using work email or even the network to communicate wouldn't have been wise since it was monitored, but occasionally my cell would vibrate during class with a new text message: "I want you now," "You look so sexy today," and "I wish you would touch me again like you did the other day." I was finding it difficult to keep my composure in class when I wanted to spring out of my skin every time I thought about him. On Wednesday morning he slipped into my classroom as I was organizing my lessons for the day. He stood a casual distance away, but spoke in a quiet, conspiratorial tone. "What are you doing after school today?" he asked. I smiled. "I was supposed to have a PBS meeting," I answered, "but it was cancelled because Mandy's daughter is sick, so I guess I'm not terribly busy." I turned and leaned against the same counter he was leaning on. "Why do you ask?" I flashed him a quick, naughty smile. "Did you say you have a credit card that your husband doesn't have access to?" he asked. "Yes," I said. We had talked about it before when my husband and I were having marital issues and I set up an additional independent bank account to start squirreling away funds. "I have cash," he said, "so you don't have to pay for anything, but would you mind using your card to guarantee the room? There's a motel just about a mile from here and I thought maybe..." his voice trailed uncertainly. "Won't your wife notice if you don't come home at the usual time?" I asked. "I'm supposed to play tennis tonight until about nine, and she doesn't know that my partner cancelled," he said. "Is there something you can tell your husband?" I thought for a moment. "I can tell him I'm having coffee with Heather," I said. "We meet up regularly and usually stay out until about that time." He turned his body to face me and I automatically mirrored him. We were still about three feet apart, but it felt magnetic. "When will you be finished here?" he asked. I grinned, "I can get a sub now, if you want." He smiled and reached across to touch my fingers on the counter. "That's how I feel too," he said, "but we can't check in until three." That was ten minutes after the final bell. I could be ready by then, I thought, and told him so. Before he left he moved close and gave me a quick hug, but whispered in my ear, "I can't wait to taste you." My knees nearly failed me. --- Five minutes before the bell my phone vibrated its announcement of incoming message. "Meet me in the Safeway lot at Broadway and Plant Street. I'll drive from there." My heart raced. When the bell rang, I left right behind the students and fought through the row of impatient parents picking up their kids in the circle drive. I arrived at Safeway at 2:54 and saw Raul's car already there. I parked inconspicuously amongst the other cars and wandered over to his and hopped in, pulling off his magnetic sticker on my way. Teachers Cheat Too "Let's try to be less recognizable, shall we?" I said, flipping the magnet into his lap. He turned and smiled, "I can't tell you how happy I am to see you. I would kiss you, but here is too public. At least we can finally speak freely, though." I buckled the seatbelt and he put his car into gear. "I can't wait to touch you again," I said, glancing meaningfully toward his lap. "And I can't wait to be touched," he said as he backed the car out and shifted his growing package in his jeans. The tiny motel was only a few blocks down the road. It didn't look seedy, but it didn't look special either. It was cheap and it was clean, so it was perfect. We went in together to secure the room. "What's with the duffel?" I asked when he brought his gym bag along. "Did you bring toys?" "Luggage," he answered. "I don't want to look like we're having an affair." "Why not?" I teased. "Worried about what they'll think about you - those people you don't know?" "I'd just rather blend in," he said. "Alright," I said. "Blending in at three p.m. with a local address and paying cash, but you think a bag will convince the inkeep that we're not cheaters." "I'll use my old address," he said. "You've thought of everything," I said, swatting him on the butt. Five minutes later he was unlocking the door to our tiny love nest. I wasted no time. As he closed the door behind us, I tossed my purse onto the chair and turned to face him. He dropped his bag where he stood and cupped my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine. It was the first time we'd kissed and I loved the way his beard felt on my lips. I Tangled my fingers in his curly hair like I'd wanted to for so long. Stepping into me and pivoting, he turned us around so my back was pressed to the door, and he pinned me there. As his tongue searched my mouth, his hands left my face and wandered to my breasts, stomach, and the furnace between my legs. Then his hands went to my wrists, which he caught in a secure grip and pressed into the door beside me. His lips found my neck and he scraped his goatee roughly at my throat as he kissed his way to my clavicles. I arched my back to press my body against his, and he responded by grabbing my ass and pressing our pelvises together. His whisper in my ear was almost a growl. "There's a game I want to play with you. It's something I know you'll enjoy, but you have to trust me." He bit my earlobe softly. "Do you want to play?" "Alright," I replied, willing to do whatever he said at that moment. He spun me around and walked me to the bed as we shed our clothing. I unbuttoned his dress shirt and smiled blissfully at the ripple of muscle and smattering of dark curly hair I found. He was delicious. We were down to just our underwear and he dropped my bra to the floor. I pressed my tits together and rubbed my nipples against his chest, loving the way his hair tickled me as his dick pressed against my abdomen. He reached around me and yanked back the bedcovers. He turned and sat down upon the sheets and, his hands on my hips, positioned me between his legs, and ran his tongue from my navel to my sternum. Then catching my eye with a fierce expression, he said, "To play the game, you have to do anything I say. Are you sure you want to play?" His hand went between my legs and he slipped his fingers inside my panties, running a finger along my wet slit. I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes. I felt his beard scratch my stomach again and his lips grazed my breasts. "Ow!" I yelped. He had bitten my nipple - hard. "Did you say you were sure you wanted to play?" he repeated, flicking my nipple with his tongue and arching his eyebrows wickedly. I felt him slide his finger inside me and I was putty in his hands. "Yeah," I confirmed, and I climbed up to straddle his lap, my knees on either side of him on the bed and his hardon pressing against me through the thin layer of our underwear. If we moved just right he could probably slip inside me in spite of the cotton condom between us. I pressed my lips to his and we ground together for a very brief moment before he twisted his body and laid me on the bed beside him. My legs were still tangled about his waist. I looked up bewilderingly. "That," he reprimanded, "is not how you play." I blinked at him unapologetically. "I can see you're going to have trouble behaving," he whispered. "You're lucky I like that." He put his mouth next to my ear and his next whisper was a purr, "I might also like punishing you, but something tells me you'd like that too." With that he gave my ass cheek a smack and I yelped in surprise, but then bit back my saucy retort, deciding to see where this submissive role would take me. He rewarded me with a much softer caress of my swollen nether region. He stood next to the bed, facing me and pulled the waistband of my panties down to my ankles and allowed them to fall off onto the floor. He pulled me up to seated in the spot where he had been a moment before. "Take down my shorts," he ordered. With a wicked half smile of my own, I locked my eyes on his and hooked my thumbs over the waistband and tugged. The elastic of his boxer briefs slipped easily past his hips, but caught on his completely vertical, erect penis. Giving him another wicked grin, I leaned forward and seized the fabric with my teeth, his penis bobbed against the side of my mouth as I lifted and tugged the fabric free. As soon as his dick was released, it bounced again against my chin, and I ran my lips across its smooth head as I dropped his shorts to the floor. His penis was beautiful - perfectly proportioned and aimed straight at the ceiling. He had trimmed his dark hair short, but it still curled softly around the base of his shaft. Glancing up for permission and sensing no resistance, I licked my lips and sucked his penis into my mouth. My hands moved to his ass and his hands rested on my head as I pulled back and sucked him in again. I licked beads of come from the tip and lathered his cock with my spit before pulling back and locking my gaze with his. This time when I leaned forward I kept eye contact while I relaxed my throat and pulled him into my mouth until my lower lip rested on his ball sack. He groaned as I held him there for a moment, twisting my head so that my lips dragged along the base, back and forth. I eased back slowly and took a breath through my nose, then pulled him back into my mouth. I deep throated him slowly five or six more times like this before I pulled back and ran my tongue around the head of his dick. I moved one hand to cup his balls as I licked the length of his shaft, but as I fastened my lips around the head of his penis again his hand caught my wrist. "No," he said. "Don't make me come yet," and he pulled back. "I want you to slide back and lie on your side facing the headboard," he instructed. I shoved back and turned to my side, propping myself up on one arm to watch him. He eased onto the mattress behind me, spooning me. "Lie down," he ordered. "I want to hold you for a moment." He snaked his arm around me and cupped my breast in his hand. "Just sit still and feel me against you. I want you to just enjoy being touched." I sighed and curled my body comfortably against his. His hand wandered up my chest, my neck, and softly pulled my hair back away from my face. I could feel his breath on my neck. His hand rested softly on my cheek for a moment before slipping back down past my chin, my neck, my breasts, and my stomach. He shifted himself so that his penis was between my legs, resting against my slit. Instinctively, I arched my back so he could slip inside. "No," he said, biting the back of my neck in reproach. "Lie still. You have to wait." I relaxed momentarily, but then stiffened again as his lips played along the nape of my neck and his hand alternated between caressing my breasts and slipping between my legs to my slit. As his mouth moved over my collarbone and shoulder and his finger teased my clit, I couldn't help myself. I arched my back again and the tip of his cock caught on my opening. I gasped satisfaction before I felt him pull away. He pressed me onto my back and threw one gorgeous runners' leg across my middle to straddle me. He sat on my pelvis and held my shoulders down with his hands. "You just won't behave, will you?" he chastised in his beautiful Spanish-tinged purr. "I could tie you up," he warned, "but I really prefer that you just obey when I tell you what to do." His gaze bore into mine. "Stay still," he said and bit my chin softly. "If you have to wait a little longer, you'll just enjoy it more." He took my wrists and pinned them to the mattress. I was keenly aware of his hard dick lying on my abdomen as he toyed with me. He ran his lips and tongue from my wrist to my shoulder, his goatee tickling the skin on the inside of my elbows as he passed. Then, releasing my wrists with a warning glance that clearly indicated I was not to move them, he brushed a strand of hair out of my face and then began massaging my breasts. My nipples were already standing at attention, but he ran his fingers along the outside of my breasts, and then teased my nipples with his thumbs. Leaning forward he sucked each teat into his mouth in turn, his tongue harassing each and making me gasp. He sat up again and walked his knees forward and placed his cock between my tits. Pressing them lightly together he stroked forward. I only had to stick out my tongue to lick the pearlescent bead from the tip. He pulled back and rubbed into my tits softly again, and then one more time, and then climbed off of me and off of the bed. "Close your eyes," he instructed, and I obeyed. I felt his hands on my knees and he parted my legs. He seized my ankles and pulled me toward the edge, then placed my feet at the edge of the bed. My knees were up in the air like it was a gynecological exam. He placed his whole hand on my pubic bone then drew his hand back and down slowly, allowing his fingers to slip past my clit and softly brush my wet vaginal opening. He slipped a finger inside my slit and drew the juices back to my clit before reinserting his finger all the way to the third knuckle, eliciting a groan from me. When his finger withdrew, I felt something else take its place. It was unmistakably warm and smooth. His penis toyed with the opening, but didn't enter. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to see him, standing between my legs, moving his dick back and forth over my clit. He noticed me watching, but didn't admonish me. Instead, he held my gaze as he licked his lips and lined up his dick along my slit, rocking forward so that its length ran over my clit, coating it in my juices, and my back arched in pleasure. He pulled back and repeated the motion, running the crown of his penis over my clit each time. My juices were soaking the bed and my abdomen clenched in unfulfilled anticipation. I squeezed my own breasts and cried out, "Oh, god, Raul, would you please fuck me?" He drew back and lined up his dick with my opening and quietly ordered, "Say it again." I threw my head back and begged, "Please, Raul. Fuck me now. I want to feel you in me." He made me crazy with desire. He didn't budge. My juices coated the head of his penis as he circled it around my opening, but he didn't push.. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to plead with him, and as soon as my eyes met his he pushed. My mouth fell open in a silent O of pleasure as he sank in all the way in one stroke. I hooked my legs around his waist and did a half sit up as he bottomed out and then slowly withdrew only to push into me again and again with even increasing gusto. We groaned together as he pressed again into my wet depths; my juices soaked the sheet below us. Suddenly, he reached forward and lifted me, my legs still gripping his waist and his cock still buried deep. He climbed forward onto the bed and moved me to the center and sprawled his body over top of mine. Withdrawing again, his face was a storm of expression as he thrust hard into me again and again and again. Our legs tangled in the sheets and each other as our fucking took on an animalistic frenzy. I couldn't touch him enough. My hands were everywhere, gripping his body to mine, and my back arched to press my breasts onto his chest. His mouth covered mine and our tongues pressed hungrily together. His strokes took on a rhythm that did exactly what I needed. As he pressed hard into me and withdrew slowly, over and over, I felt the orgasm building. This one wasn't a tingle; this one was going to be explosive. "Oh, god," I moaned against his mouth. "Oh, god!" I panted louder, "Oh, god, RAUL!!!" and it hit. My pussy clenched around his dick and my entire body shook under him. My stomach, my breasts, my entire body was paralyzed with pleasure. Then, a gutteral sound escaped his throat and his thrusts took on a new angle and depth. I opened my eyes to see his beautiful face contorted in pleasure and he buried himself deep inside me and held there. I felt his cock pulse its load into my womb, and my pussy clenched around him again in a final wave of pleasure. Still holding himself up in a pushup, he opened his eyes. For a moment we just stared, then I could see the smile begin, first in the corner of his dark, brown eyes, then speading to the rest of his face. I knocked his hands out from under him so his full weight fell onto me and kissed him again. He rolled us onto our side and began softly bucking his hips into me again, slowly now. "What are you doing?" I asked, kissing him along his jawline. "Fucking you," he murmured. "That's what I thought, but you just came," I said. "Don't you need a break?" He hadn't softened one bit. But he had come, hadn't he? I felt it. He definitely had. "I did, but I can usually keep going," he said. "Won't you get soft?" I asked as he began to increase his tempo again. "Not usually after the first one," he said. "So, I'm not done with you yet," he growled in my ear and pulling out, got up on his knees and rolled me over into a hands-and-knees position. I braced myself against the headboard and he reentered me. Our intermingled juices made for some sloppy-sounding sex, and I suspected he was pushing in such a way as to make each thrust as noisy as possible, but I loved it. He raked his fingertips down my back, causing the muscles to quiver. I was still reeling from the revelation that he was essentially a guy who could have multiple orgasms. I didn't know that was possible, and I couldn't believe my luck, but the thought didn't distract me as much as the pounding I was receiving from him and his fingertips playing over my excited nipples. He grasped my hips and pulled me to him as he pressed into me and my breasts bounced with each impact. I didn't try to meet his thrusts; rather, I relaxed into the position and let his hands control the movement of my hips. As he pushed, my back arched and my pelvis angled upward, giving him unrestricted access to my complete depth. Normally I found this position uncomfortable, but this time, with my fingers splayed on the headboard and my breasts jiggling, I allowed him to bottom out with no resistance, and the feeling was exquisite. He raked my back with his fingertips again and the tremble it elicited ran up and down my spine, causing a sympathetic quiver in my womb. My head lolled as he fucked me and a moan rose from somewhere deep inside. As my pussy clenched rhythmically around his shaft I cried out and bucked into him, but he held onto my hips and, if anything, strengthened his thrusts and squeezed each breast in turn, prolonging my orgasm. As it subsided I dropped onto my elbows, hanging limply in his arms. "Don't you dare pass out on me," he admonished, turning me to lie on my back and spreading his naked body over mine as a cover. "We have a limited amount of time, and I plan to spend it fucking, not napping." He caught my lower lip in his teeth and sucked gently. Rocking his hips forward, his penis inserted itself again, requiring no assistance. He kissed me deeply as he pulled out completely and did the same trick again. I was in heaven. I felt thoroughly satiated, but everything he did felt so fantastic, I couldn't keep myself from moving with him. We used the countertop, the shower, the armchair, and the table - trying every position we could think of, and, in spite of his earlier claim, we did sneak in a recovery nap. He woke to my lips on his cock again. By the time we gathered our things to make our exit, we were thoroughly spent. We stopped before opening the door and kissed again, what started as a gentle brush of our lips, but turned into a long, deep exploration and embrace. It felt like a goodbye to me. He drove me to my car and our fingers grasped for a fleeting moment before I got out. I wracked my brain for the right thing to say. We couldn't make any promises and I didn't want to have another conversation in which we swore each other off - that would just ruin the night with pain and loss. He looked like he was going to say something, but then, thinking the better of it, he kept his silence. We just looked at each other that last time and understood exactly what was happening and where we stood. The conversation required no words; that last kiss in the motel said it all. "Goodnight," I said. "Goodnight," he echoed, and I closed the door and walked away. --- In the weeks, months, and eventually years to follow we continued to be work friends, but we stopped sending suggestive emails and we were never intimate with each other again. It was as if we had both gotten it out of our systems and we were following some unspoken agreement to go back and make the best of the lives we we had chosen to live. Still, sometimes in a staff meeting, in the faculty lounge, or passing in the halls I'd catch him watching me with a certain look in his eye, and I knew he was thinking about it, just as I often did. I still wanted him and I was certain he felt the same, but we were both married, so we continued our lives and orbits aware of the unmistakable magnetic draw between us, but never touching again except in our fantasies.