0 comments/ 42790 views/ 2 favorites The Student Teacher By: jennturner I was busy introducing a new math concept when a young woman stepped through the doorway. She smiled at me and wandered to the nearest chair and sat down. My students barely noticed her, but I did. A few minutes later the bell rang and the students thronged outside, leaving me with a beautiful student teacher named Celena. We chatted animatedly for several minutes about her practicum. She was quite nervous as we talked and she kept shifting in her chair. Twice she re-crossed her legs causing her skirt to inch higher. I could tell she was uncomfortable-she kept tugging the skirt back, hoping it wouldn't travel any further up, but she was not having any luck. I stole glances at her legs and curves, never lingering long. Her practicum started. Most days she wore conservative clothes. Occasionally, she wore the same short skirt and tight top. It was really difficult to stay professional and not stare at her beautiful figure-full breasts, a tantalizing walk and legs that stirred my imagination. I was married; she was married but half my age. I could dream about a night with her or even an hour but a dream would be as close as I ever got. We usually met in the mornings and discussed the previous lessons and new ones. Approximately, two weeks into the practicum we met in my room. As she walked into the room I could see she was visibly upset. At first we discussed a science lesson and the need for a hands-on approach. Her work had centered more on lecturing or showing students. Then I remarked how much the children in the class were enjoying her fresh style and positive approach. Suddenly, tears appeared and she was rubbing them away with her hand. "I love these kids," she cried. "Well, they love you too," I replied slowly. "I...I have to quit." "What? Everything is going great." "I've got insurmountable problems. Financial and marital. I can't say much more." "I think I deserve to know, Celena. I've spent a lot of time helping you." "I guess you're right. My husband, Jacob, left me. He's tired of our debt, my debt. But I think he's met a younger woman." "A younger woman. You're only 26 aren't you?" "She's twenty-two and looks sixteen. He says I'm twenty-six and look like thirty-five." "You're gorgeous. Let me get this straight. He doesn't find you attractive?" "I think so, but Jacob's always been immature. He wants to spend his evenings in the bar, drink and just be happy-go-lucky. We've been saddled down with an expensive apartment, car and a huge student debt. It's too much for him. I think the cute little brunette is an excuse." I placed my hand on her knee unconsciously. Her hand fell over mine, gripping it like an anxious child. "There's more." "What do you mean?" "My debt is so large the bank wouldn't give me any more funds." "And?" "I can't pay my tuition this term. I have until the end of the week to pay or I'm dropped from my final practicum." "Wow!" I explained. "This is a nightmare for you." "Does your husband know about this?" "Yeah. He opened the letter. I think it scared him. Now, I'm up shit creek." I looked at the pretty blonde. She was so sexy with her short straight hair, pouty lips and tear-stained cheeks. My thoughts were certainly not pure. "Is there anyone in your family who can help?" "No, my dad is on a injury pension and my mom is an alcoholic. Any money she has goes to destroying her liver. She a useless bitch." Celena's swearing took me by surprise. I had always imagined her as a prudent up-and-coming teacher not a resentful child. "No friends, old boyfriends, no one?" I asked quietly. "I'm on my own." A few moments passed and she spoke again. "Do you know anyone who can help me? I'm desperate. I need the money. I'll do anything." "I'll do anything," I thought. "That's an invitation." "You're a wonderful teacher. You're finished in two months and you'll be certified." "If I quit now I won't come back. I know it." "You are between a rock and a hard place." Celena lifted her hand, rolling the hem of her skirt. She squeezed her knees and breathed deeply. She was trying to speak. "I'll fuck," she mumbled. "What?" I said, reacting like a kid on his first date. "I'll do anything." I examined her face. Was she serious? This was a huge leap on both our parts. And dangerous. "You'll do anything," I asked, not really believing what she said. Celena twisted in her chair, squeezing her knees together, looking downwards. "Yes." "I can fuck you if I pay for your tuition." "Yes, you can do anything if you help me out." "Follow me," I ordered. "We're going to the old storeroom. It's not used anymore. We've got over an hour." I exited the room. We were still early. Most of the staff arrived in the half hour before the bell. We followed the hallway and then went down another set of stairs to a sub floor. "The old storeroom is on the other side of the furnace room," I remarked. We sidled past the furnace, ducked under several insulated pipes and reached the storeroom door. It was covered in spider webs along the top jamb. I opened it with my master key and flicked on the switch. Celena stepped into the room right behind me. I turned and looked at her. She was wearing a red schoolgirl skirt and a slightly sheer blouse-I easily could see the shape of her breasts and the outline of her nipples. And she wore a lot of lipstick. Throughout the practicum she had worn little to no make-up, mostly longer skirts and certainly less-revealing tops. Then it hit me. This girl, no woman, knew exactly what she was doing. "This is only one time, isn't it?" she said, smiling weakly. "One time. No, it's every day at 6 a.m. for an hour." "Sorry, I can't do that," she answered somewhat defiantly. "I agree. Let's return to the classroom and forget this ever happened. There must be another way to get three thousand dollars." She gulped. "All right." "I'll put the gym mats on the floor and lock the door. We'll never get disturbed here. We just have to remember the time." While I dusted off a few mats Celena slipped off her panties and unbuttoned her blouse. My pants bulged and my heart rate jumped to a cardio rate as I watched. A moment later I was all over her. I unfastened her bra and tasted her nipples, while my other hand explored her pussy and ass. She was clean-shaven. This was like candy to me. I knew I was over-excited. This situation was beyond my dreams. I pulled her to the mat, gently guiding her onto her hands and knees. "I want to fuck you from behind," I commanded. She was breathing heavy pushing against me. I lifted her skirt to her hips. "You shaved your pussy." "Yes." "Did you do this for me?" She didn't answer. "Did you do this for me?" I asked louder. She grunted yes. "You knew all this was going to happen." She nodded. "And I can do anything to you I want. Is this correct?" The furnace turned on, masking her answer. "So, we're going to fuck every morning. Blow jobs, everything." I pushed my enlarged cock onto the lips of her pussy. My massive member slowly pressed home, each stroke widening her cunt. "Oh my god," she cried. "What are you putting in me?" "Don't like it," I teased, thrusting a little further. "Would you like me to stop?" "Oh, no. I love it. Do me harder, PLEASE." "Wait a little while. I like to take my time, babe." I took my time with each thrust, changing the motion, the pressure, and the depth. She purred like a kitten. Finally, I could feel her body tense. Gripping her breasts hard, I slammed my 200-lb muscular frame into her so hard I lifted her off knees. Again and again, I fucked her with full force. The purr suddenly changed to a deep moan. Then, she screamed. This put me over the edge and I shot half a cup of cum into her steaming cunt. We both collapsed on the old blue mats. I looked at my watch. Fifteen minutes left. "You're one hot fuck," I said. She rolled over and stared at me. "You're a madman. I wasn't sure if we were having a hot erotic encounter or a wrestling match. One moment I couldn't get enough and the next too much." "I better go," she stated. Celena pushed herself up, but I grabbed her arm. "Spread your legs, honey. I'm not finished." My cock had stiffened and reached full size. "Oh, I think we better go," she said, once again trying to move, measuring the size of my cock with her eyes. "I'm sore. You're big. I can't take anymore." I saw a light look of fear in her eyes. "I'll be gentle," I lied. "Lay on your back, spread your legs." Celena reluctantly lay on her back. I could see her melon-sized breasts still heaving from the last fuck and her pussy puckered from erotic simulation. Reluctantly, expectantly, she slowly opened her long legs. "Oh, this is going to be a treat," I said, gleefully. "I'm going to pound you soooo hard." "But, you said...oh my god," she cried, arching high in the air. "Oh my god." Her voice resonated around the small wooden walled room. My second orgasm came quickly. I was over-stimulated by this enticing fox, her long legs, pouty lips and beautiful face and breasts. She was perfect. I rammed into her three, maybe four more times before I exploded. Finally, I pulled my limp cock out. "Tomorrow at 6 a.m. I want the blowjob of my life. Afterwards we'll talk about paying your tuition." "Yes, Mr. T. Anything you like." She quickly put on her panties, bra and blouse, while I slipped on my pants. A moment later we headed upstairs. The Student Teacher I've taken a two year sabbatical from Lit, but have a few new story ideas and a little extra time. Thanks to Nstygrl for her help polishing and editing. It's good to be back. The Style Guy * Uncle Dave is the black sheep of our family. He's in his mid-40s, good looking, but unemployed and a lazy drunk. It surprises me when he attends family functions with very attractive women. I fondly remember the only good advice Dave ever offered me. It was at my high school graduation party in my parent's back yard. Dave caught me ogling the tits of his latest bimbo. And, to be fair, she wasn't a bimbo. She was a chemistry professor at a local university. Her name was Stacy. I'd guess she was 35. Stacy was dressed in a cobalt blue sun dress, wedge sandals and not much else. Her large firm breasts and ample cleavage caught and kept my attention. I was embarrassed when Dave caught me staring and was relieved when he smirked. He jerked his head and I followed him over to the make-shift bar. As he opened a couple of Coors Light's and handed me one, he asked, "Ever wonder how a loser like me, gets pussy like that?" He nodded in Stacy's direction as he said the last part. I half-laughed and answered, "Yeah, Uncle Dave. I think everybody would like to know." Dave held back a snort, nodded and said, "Learn to eat pussy better than anyone else." I watched Dave for a few moments waiting for more and finally questioned, "That's it?" Laughing again, Dave continued, "I haven't had a job in seven years, yet I have stunning girlfriends. They let me stay at their homes and drive their cars. We go on Island vacations, eat at great restaurants and drink the best wines. And, it's all because I lick pussy better than anyone else." As I processed his advice, Dave finished, "With your good looks, athletic build, intelligence and drive, I know you'll succeed in anything you try. If you learn to eat pussy too, you'll be a quick success. Just find one girl. Lick her twat till she can't take anymore and then eat her some more. She'll be yours, to do whatever you want. And as an added bonus, she'll tell her friends." Dave slapped my shoulder, "I'm telling you. Learn to eat pussy and you'll have a great life, doing whatever you choose." Present Day I chose to go into education and this Friday ended my first week of student teaching. My initial plans were to head back to campus and celebrate a successful first week, but I received another offer, one that I initially refused. "Hey Chris, want to come to our Poetry Club meeting?" My first thought is that I'm assisting with a before school martial arts club for teachers and students, and that was enough. My second thought was "Poetry Club," fuck no! Jim Willard, my advisor, laughed at the expression on my face. Before I could answer, he explained, "We meet for Happy Hour, every Friday after school. We call it our Poetry Club meeting, in case a student hears us." As it was the start of the school year, the Poetry Club meeting was well attended. Fifty or so teachers, administrators and staff chatted about their summer exploits as they drank one dollar draft beers and other happy hour specials. The faculty was welcoming to me, but much more interested in catching-up with their colleagues. I took the opportunity to mingle. I reintroduced myself to Maggie Wilson. Maggie is a school guidance counselor. We had met my first day, when she was assigned to explain the workings of her department to the three new student teachers. Maggie was an attractive woman and in her mid-30's. She was taller than average, with a full curvy figure, short dark hair, piercing eyes and a wide smile. Two rows of gleaming white teeth were framed by full and pouty lips. Maggie was chatting with Lori Spenser, the school nurse and Bev Littleton, a secretary. After introducing me to both women, they included me in their conversation. The trio quizzed me about life in college, girlfriends, and my first week in the school and other mundane topics. When Bev excused herself, to use the ladies room, I helped ease her bar stool away from the bar. She smiled, winked and thanked me, as she slid from the stool. Bev had a cute, athletic figure. My practiced eye gauged her to be a size six, with nice legs and a heart shaped bottom. I watched her ass sway as she walked through the bar to the bathroom. As I brought my attention back to the women, I was met with two conspiratorial smiles. "Nice ass, for an old lady," Lori teased. I wanted to agree, whole-heartedly, but instead answered, "Bev isn't old." "She's got you by fifteen years, Chris. Besides, you didn't answer the question. She's got a nice butt, doesn't she? Feeling myself begin to blush, I admitted, "She has a very nice figure." Both women laughed. We knew I hadn't completely answered the question, but they seemed willing to give me a pass. "Bev's divorce came through, three weeks ago. She's still a little down-in-the-dump," said Maggie. "Hopefully the start of the school year will keep her busy and active," Lori added. Not knowing what to say, I just nodded and sipped my beer. Maggie turned in her stool and looked toward the restrooms, then turned back and said, "Guess what Bev's plans are tonight?" Before I could think up a snappy answer, Lori slapped Maggie's arm and hissed, "Quiet! You can't tell him that." As both women laughed, Maggie asked, "Why not? We might be doing her a favor." Lori gave me a long hard look, from head to toe and started giggling again. She turned to check for Bev's return. "She would kill us," Lori observed. Both were giggling nervously, when Maggie blurted, "He's a college senior, so I doubt he's a virgin." Both women howled in laughter. Together, they twisted and glanced toward the bathroom. The coast was still clear. The women looked at each other, giggled again and Lori said, "She planning on getting layed tonight." With the flood gates open, information poured from the women. "She hasn't had sex since she was separated," said Maggie. "It's been over nine months," continued Lori. I felt like I was at a tennis match, as my head swiveled back and forth between the two. "She's only been with her ex, for the last twelve years." "They had great sex, all the time, but he cheated on her and bragged about it. He's a fool and an asshole!" "They made love four times a week for their entire marriage and now, she's had a nine month dry spell. "Nothing but her toys." Suddenly, as if out of breath, Maggie and Lori stopped. I noticed that Bev had left the ladies room and had stopped to say good night to a group from our Poetry Club, who was leaving. The women followed my gaze and knew we only had a few moments until Bev's return. They gave each other knowing smiles. Lori called to the bartender and ordered a refill for Bev and me. Bev returned as the fresh drinks were put in front of us. As Bev maneuvered into her bar stool, Lori and Maggie wiggled out of there's. "Chuck is on his way home from work. He's picking up the kids and I'm meeting them at Ming Palace for dinner. I need to run," said Lori as she picked up her purse. "I'm meeting Mike at home, and then we're going to Heathers soccer match," was Maggie's excuse. "We bought you a celebratory round," was Maggie's parting comment as the women headed to the front door. Bev smiled but looked conflicted. We reached for our beers and toasted. "What are you celebrating?" I asked. Bev stuttered before answering, "I guess the finish of the first week of school." I noticed a slight blush around Bev's open collar. Bev was easy to talk too. She didn't seem to be in a hurry. When our beers were almost empty, I caught the bartender's eye and circled my finger, for another round. "You don't mind?" Bev gave me a nice smile. "I'm having a nice time. Thanks." As the beers arrived, I asked, "Are you hungry?" She considered me for a second and I continued, "I'm starved. Would you like to grab a quick dinner? We could sit here." "You don't mind having dinner with an old woman like me?" I smiled and answered, "That's the second time you have been referred too as old. You're not old." Bev gave me an appreciative smile and asked, "Who else called me old?" Trying to dismiss her question, I said, "I can't tell you Bev. I'd have to explain the context and you might get mad." "Fess-up college boy or I'll send you to the Principle's office on Monday." I raised my hands in mock surrender. "When you walked to the ladies room, your girlfriends caught me staring at your butt. Lori's comment was, 'nice ass for an old woman.'" Bev considered my confession for a moment. We were looking into each others eyes and I could see . . . something. With a shy confidence, she asked, "And what did you say?" Lying, I said, "Not nice, smoking hot." That's when I knew what I saw in Bev's eyes. It was a spark . . . that was slowly turning 'smoking hot.' Bev turned to the bartender and called out, "Two menus please." We shared appetizers, had sandwiches and two more rounds of beers. Bev turned playful and flirted. She touched my hand, arm and shoulder as we talked, which caused a growing sexual tension. "Thanks for suggesting dinner. You gave an old lady an ego boost." Her bright smile turned into a 1000 watt glare, when I responded, "Not old. Smoking Hot. Remember?" She considered me for a moment before admitting, "I lied to you before." I was surprised and asked, "When?" "The celebratory drinks weren't for the first week of school. We were celebrating my divorce." "I'm not sure if I should say, 'I'm sorry' or 'Congratulations'?" I picked up my almost-empty glass and raised it in a toast. "Congratulations?" She clinked her glass against mine and nodded. "If I have another beer, I don't think I'll be able to drive," admitted Bev. She continued, "But, I don't want the night to end." Again, she smiled. I was going to offer Bev the option of letting me drive her home later or getting a taxi, when she said, "Would you like to follow me home now? I have some beer in the refrigerator." Answering her, I said, "I'd like that. I'd like it a lot." When I saw a flash of doubt in her eye, I leaned in and added, "Bev, you need to know that I'm very attracted to you." All doubt instantly vanished and was replaced by a roaring fire. I called for the check, which Bev insisted on paying. Together we walked out the front door. When we were away from the prying eyes of our few remaining colleagues, Bev slid her arm through mine, as we walked through the parking lot. It felt nice feeling her body next to mine. We reached her sporty Miada first. "My car is around the corner. I'll be back in a second." I quickly reached my old beat-up Honda, crossed my fingers that it would start, backed up and pulled behind Bev. As she waved in recognition, I thought, "I hope this isn't the only time I'm in tight and behind her!" It was a ten minute drive to Bev's condo. In the parking lot, she pointed to the designated "guest parking area," then pulled ahead to her assigned spot. We got out of our cars at the same time and Bev walked in my direction. I was leaning against the trunk of my car as she passed and said, "It's this way." When I didn't move, she turned and stared before asking, "Are you having second thoughts?" I smiled, shook my head and wagged my finger at her. Taking two steps back to me she asked, "What?" "Closer," I said. Bev was smiling as she moved within two feet of me. I reached out and slid one finger between two buttons of her blouse and gently pulled her closer. When she was pressed against me, I leaned in and kissed her hungry mouth. Our lips pressed together and our mouths opened, as our tongues tasted each other. Bev's arms ringed my neck and my hands tightly held her hips. Bev let a muffled, "EERRRRgggghhhh," escape as our kiss escalated. Her arms tightened and my hands slipped from her hips to the globes of her ass. I pulled her tight against me and she whimpered and ground her pussy against my hard cock. As I squeezed each ass cheek, she huffed, "You like my assss. Don't youuuu?? I let go with my right hand, reached back and swatted her cheek. As the ass-slap sounded, Bev groaned again. "I love your ass, baby. It's going to get a lot of attention tonight." She groaned, "OOOhhhh Godddd. Yesssss!!!" Bev let go of my neck with her right hand and slid it to my crotch. After cupping my balls, she ran her finger tips along my stiff rod to my cock head. "Jesus," was her response, as she used her fingers to gauge my length and thickness. She stepped back to give herself more room and was watching her fingers as she measured me. When she looked up, her smile was huge. "I love big dicks. And yours is fucking huge." Bev lifted up on her tip-toes, kissed my lips, grabbed my hand and half dragged me to her condo. Once inside the small neat condo, Bev turned to flick the deadbolt and chain lock. As she slid the chain into place, I pressed against her, pushed her shoulder length blond hair to the side and kissed her neck. Bev shivered and tried to turn to me. I gripped her hips, pushed my rock hard log against her bum and continued to kiss and lick her neck and ear. "Take me to . . .," Bev started. "We'll go to the bedroom soon," I told her as I lightly bit and tugged her ear lobe. As Bev sighed and ground her ass into my cock, I reached around and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. I pulled it off her arms and over her shoulders and let it drop while kissing and licking her from shoulder to shoulder. "Your mouth feels so . . . so . . . good." I smiled, kissed lower and was rewarded with a shiver and groan. When I reached her bra strap I opened it with a flick of my wrist and let it hang open. As I continued my oral trail down her back, I had to sink to my knees. In a husky voice Bev asked, "Please take me to bed." I was kissing along the waist line of her high-waisted tan slacks. Instead of answering, I kissed the small of her back and reached around, unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. When I gave her slacks a tug, they easily slipped over her hips and pooled at her ankles. I was eye level with a cute athletic ass, covered with a small red silk g-string. The panty crisscrossed her ass cheek. Goosebumps formed on each globe as I traced my tongue along the edge of the fabric. "Your mouth feels so good!" Bev panted. "I can smell you, Bev." "I'm so fucking wet!" I bunched up the fabric of her panties, wedged it into her ass crack and continued to lick and kiss her ass. After I had left a trail across each cheek, started down the backs of Bev's legs, alternating back and forth. She let out an urgent groan, when I kissed the back of each knee. "You are doing thingssssss to meeeee . . .," Bev moaned. I smiled to myself, reached up and palmed each cheek. I pulled them apart, massaged and kneaded them. "Oh, god. My ass is on fire!" "Your bottom likes a lot of action, doesn't it Bev?" She hesitated, before admitting, "Yes . . . God . . . Yes. Hooking a finger into each side of her panties, I pulled it down until it joined her slacks around her ankles. Reaching down, I pulled her heals, pants, and g-string off. Before I could tell her to, Bev leaned against the door and spread her legs. Using my hands I spread her cheeks wide. I could see the bottom of her wet pink pussy and the brown crinkle of her asshole. She looked clean and smelled delicious. I heard an in-take of breath, as I ran my tongue along the crack of her ass. "No one has everrrrr . . ." Bev mewed, groaned, and sighed as I licked back and forth over her hole. I felt her reach a hand to her pussy and use her fingers to circle her clit. "I'm gonna . . . I'm gonnaaa . . . I'm fuckin gonnaaaaa . . . cummmmmmmmm!" As Bev exploded, I held her ass cheeks and licked her until she settled. When she slumped against the door I stood, turned her around and held her tightly. She regained some composure and looked up. "Will you kiss the mouth that just ate your ass?" I asked. The naked women circled my neck with her arms and aggressively pushed her lips against mine and jammed her tongue into my mouth. Without breaking the kiss, I reached down and lifted Bev, cradling behind her back with one hand and behind her knees with the other. Her condo was small and I easily found her bedroom while continuing our kiss. I laid Bev along the edge of the bed, broke the kiss and stepped back. It took me less than a minute to take my clothes off and Bev watched me intently the entire time. As I stepped to the side of the bed Bev pleaded, "Fuck me . . . just fuck me!" Instead, I bent over, kissed her lips and trailed the kisses over her cheek and neck and to her breasts. Bev had cute B-cups topped with small pink nipples. I took my time and alternated back and forth between them. I licked, kissed, and sucked them as Bev gently groaned. After giving her tits a nice workout I kissed my way down her stomach. Bev kept her public hair trimmed in a short landing strip. As I nuzzled her pubes I turned her, so she was laying with her butt at the edge of the bed. I knelt in front of her, spread her thighs and licked from her asshole to her clit. "OH . . . fuck . . . yesssss," Bev hissed. She grabbed my head with both hands and held me in place while I ate her pussy and licked her clit. Bev tasted incredible. A few minutes after I started she had a small cum. She'd have small orgasms every few minutes and finally begged, "Fuck me . . . I need you to fuck me now." When she let go of my hair, I locked my lips on her clit and slid two fingers into her tight overflowing cunt and started a hard deep finger fuck. Her response was an immediate, "Oh Jesus . . . OH Jesus . . . OH JESUSSSSSS!" Bev bucked her crotch into my face as I finger banged her. Her orgasm easily lasted a minute and when it was done I tenderly resumed licking her twat. She pleaded, "No more . . . give me a rest," so I licked even more gently and stayed away from her sensitive clit. It took a few minutes for Bev to completely settle down and when she did, I increased the intensity of my oral assault. I tongue fucked Bev's pussy and asshole and circled her clit. When she started to moan I pressed two fingers back into her pussy, and a few moments later I pushed one into her ass. As soon as I attached my lips to her clit she exploded. Bev's hips lifted off the mattress and she screamed, "I'm cummmmmmmmming!" When this orgasm ended Bev aggressively pushed my head from between her dripping thighs and shimmed away from the edge toward the middle of the bed. I crawled in after her, lined my rock hard cock up to her pussy and eased it in. "You're fuckingggg killinggg meeeee!" But as soon as I bottomed out she begged, "Fuck me . . . just fuck meeeeee!" Bev's pussy walls were tight, but soaking wet and I was easily able to pump her hard. Her eyes were closed and her head shook from side to side. "Cuming . . . cuming . . . cuming againnnnnn!" I was embarrassed to cum so quickly, but a few minutes later as Bev crested to another orgasm I said, "Grab my balls. I'm cuming too." Bev reached for my swinging sack and massaged my balls, as we exploded together. I pumped her full of cum and when my cock finally started to soften, I pulled from her gapping hole, rolled onto my back and pulled Bev to my side. "That was fucking unbelievable. Where did you learn to have sex like that?" I silently thanked Uncle Dave. I reached for Bev's hand and guided it to my half hard cock. She seemed content, lying next to me, with her head on my chest. My cock and pubic hair had an abundance of natural lube and Bev's fist lazily stroked me. The Student Teacher "So, is the whole school going to know that I'm a slut on Monday? My palm was brushing from her naked back to the swell of her ass. "Bev, I'm not going to tell anyone about tonight. It's our business." She pushed herself off my chest and turned her head to look at me. "Really?" was her one word response. "Bev, my sex life is my business." She considered me for a few beats and then gave me a Cheshire cat grin. She crawled around on the bed and ended up between my spread thighs with my dick still in her hand. "Then you won't tell anyone I can do this?" Bev pressed her lips against my now reenergized cock. The plum size head split her lips and continued into her mouth. And then she did something I didn't think possible. With her lips wrapped tightly around my rod, she slowly continued her decent. At times she stopped and got comfortable but she never backtracked. When I pushed into her throat Bev gagged hard, but she braced herself, got comfortable and pushed another fraction of an inch in. She continued the process; she pushed more cock in, gagged, regained her comfort, and then ate more dick. It took a few minutes, until I was completely buried in Bev's mouth. She looked up with a sparkle of triumph in her eye and then started an incredible deep throat blow job. After she became comfortable with my girth and length, she started to speed up and was soon fucking her mouth on my cock. She'd push me in fast and I would bang into her throat, then she would slowly withdraw until only my cock head was between her puffy red lips. I'd never had a woman deep throat me and I selfishly lay back and enjoyed Bev's efforts. I've had girls tell me that they love sucking cock but most often didn't believe them. I thought Bev might be an exception as she deep throated with eager willingness. I smiled to myself, when Bev snuck her hand to her pussy and began to rub her clit. Despite the many orgasms Bev already had it didn't take long before she began to grunt around my shaft. Spit drooled from the corners of her mouth, her eyes closed and body shook as she orgasmed again. But she never once took my cock from her mouth. "I want to fuck you, Bev." She let my dick pop from her mouth and fisted the head and said, "No way. You fucked me raw," before opening wide and burying her face in my crotch... "Then let me fuck your ass." My dick was buried in her mouth and she purred around my rod when she heard my words. She slowly slid her lips off me. "You want to fuck my ass?" She suggestively asked. She sucked me deep again, before continuing. "You want to slide your fat cock up my tight ass?" I watched as she inhaled me again and when she was finished, she crawled to her bed-side table. Bev removed a nearly full tube of KY jelly and twisted the cap off, as she positioned herself at my side. She squeezed a large dollop into her palm and started at my plum, she coated my entire cock. She positioned herself on her knees, bent over and rested her face against the mattress and reached behind to spread her cheeks. I had anal sex in the past but because of my thickness it was never enjoyable. Bev was different. Her sphincter opened as I pushed against it and she sucked my head in. "Keep going . . . yes . . . push it . . . innnnn!" Her asshole gripped me tightly but my lubed rod continued to slowly slide in. When I reached the half-way point and met some resistance Bev moaned and I started a fucking motion, pulling an inch out and pushing two back in. "I want you . . . balls . . . deep," she groaned. It was tough going, but eventually my flat belly pressed into Bev's round ass cheeks. I alternated short hard strokes with long slow ones and Bev loved it all. I could feel her fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit as I held her hips and ass fucked her. Bev's next orgasm was explosive. She buried her head in the mattress to muffle her scream. Her entire body convulsed and she finally sprawled flat on the bed. I was able to hold myself above her and continue pounded her tight back hole for a few more minutes before my arms tired. The sexy older woman thought I was done when I pulled from her, but I just wanted to reposition her. Standing at the side of her bed I easily turned her on her back, pulled her to the edge of the mattress, and grabbing her ankles, pushed them beside her ears. My cock was rock hard and Bev's asshole was open as I pushed deep in one thrust. Bev eyes were wide, but unseeing as I started my push for another orgasm. It took another five minutes of hard ass fucking until I unloaded deep in Bev's now stretched out anus. When I pulled out a stream of white cum ran out of her hole and through her crack. We lay together and caught our breath and then Bev announced, "I have to go to the bathroom. When she returned a few minutes later I took my turn. When I returned Bev was asleep. I made some noise but she didn't stir, so I dressed and left. I'm not a typical college kid who sleeps until noon on weekends. I got up early went to the gym and did a few hours of schoolwork. At noon I was in a buddy's dorm room sucking down my third beer and watching some college football. My phone vibrated in my pocket and when I looked at the display I didn't recognize the number so I let it ring through to voice mail. When the phone buzzed again indicating I had a message I called voice mail and was surprised when the message was from Lori, the school nurse. She left a short voicemail asking me to return her call. After hanging up I raised my beer and toasted, "to Uncle Dave!" Jim, my buddy asked, "Who's Uncle Dave?" I was already on my way to the door as I answered, "A genius!" Once in the hallway, I re-dialed Lori's number and she answered on the second ring with a nervous, "Hello?" I answered, "Hi Lori. It's Chris and I'm returning your call." Acting as if she was surprised Lori said, "Oh, hi Chris. Um . . . I was talking to Bev . . ." Lori was quiet for a few seconds before continuing, "She thought you might be able to help me." "Sure Lori. How can I help you?" She only hesitated briefly, before continuing, "Um, I think it would be easier if we talked in person." "Should I come to your classroom on Monday?" "Well no. I'm actually on your campus. I'm parked in the south-side parking garage." "Walk west from the garage and around the science building. McClain Hall is on the other side. I'll be standing by the front door." I was on the front steps as Lori rounded the corner. She waved when she saw me and walked more quickly. As she crossed the quad I had a chance to check out the married MILF. She looks younger than her mid-30's age, at least from this distance. Today her red hair is tied in a short pony tail and swings as she walks. She's dressed simply in a tight white tee shirt with a scoop neck that shows a fair amount of her D-Cup cleavage. About an inch of a flat belly is visible. Her skin tight blue jeans showed off slim hips. Smiling as she approached I said, "It's nice to see you Lori. Do you want to talk here . . . or?" She glanced around before saying, "I think somewhere more private would be better." "My room is on the third floor. Follow me." We walked though the lobby, up the elevator, and down the hall to my room in silence. I invited Lori into my dorm room and we stood awkwardly until Lori said, "Well, I kind of lied." I waited without saying anything so Lori continued, "Bev doesn't know I'm here. Um . . . she told me about last night . . . and she got me so turned on . . . that I . . . um . . . attacked my husband. He lasted three minutes . . . I mean three fucking minutes." Lori half sobbed before finishing, "He's taking a nap. And I can't believe how horny I am . . ," she sobbed again, "And now that you know that his cum is in me . . ." I was dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt and was barefoot. My clothes were in a pile on the floor in an instant. "I won't eat his cum, but I'll fuck you until I can't keep it up." Slowly nodding and staring at my bobbing cock Lori pulled her tee shirt over her head. She reached behind her back, opened her bra, shrugged out of it and let it drop to the floor. As she kicked off her sandals, she unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled out of her navy blue thong and pants. I walked up to the naked mother and leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away. "You don't have to kiss me or be nice. Just fuck me." Lori was in the middle of my bed a few seconds later. I was between her thighs and sliding my dick into her overheated twat. She was soaking wet with a combination of excitement and her husband's jizz. When I was half way in Lori's eyes rolled back in her head and she wailed, "Holy Shit!" I pushed hard two more times and was balls deep. Lori was panting and begged, "Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me." That's what I did. I power fucked her snug wet hole. Other than her breathing Lori didn't make a sound. When she climaxed a few minutes later, she shut her eyes, held her breath and her entire body shook. I kept pounding and Lori came every few minutes. When my balls started to bubble I asked, "Where do you want my cum." "My pussy . . . cum in my pussy!" I roared and pumped my load into her. Lori wrapped her legs around my back and said, "I don't want you to stop." I softened a bit, but was stiff enough to keep pumping her married cunt and after a short time I was fully hard. I rolled over and pulled Lori on top of me and she took over the fucking. She rose and fell on my cock and let her D-cups swing in my face. I latched my lips to a swinging nipple, and when she groaned approvingly I lightly bit into her nub. Lori grimaced, her pussy tightened and a stream of fluid poured from her twat. Lori laughed at the expression on my face and said, "I didn't pee . . . I came." And after a few more minutes of bouncing on my dick she asked, "Can you fuck me from behind?" Without waiting for an answer Lori crawled off of me, got on her hands, and knees and smiled as I climbed behind her. My cock slid into her sloppy cunt and we both groaned as I held her hips and jack hammered into her. Lori purred and grunted and rocked through an orgasm every few minutes. When she reached back and palmed my swinging balls and I groaned Lori asked, "Are you going to cum?" I grunted, "Yeah baby, I'm close." Wordlessly, Lori pulled off my cock, crawled to the edge of the bed and onto the floor. She patted the edge of the mattress and when I sat she sucked my cock into her moth. Lori couldn't deep throat me as Bev had, but she eagerly sucked in my cock head and half my dick and stroked the rest of my cock with one hand and played with my balls with the other. It took only seconds for me to start pumping cum into Lori's greedy mouth. Lori swallowed my load and used her tongue and mouth to clean my entire pubic area. As she was finishing I could feel myself start to get hard again. Lori was surprised laughed and said, "Forget it stud. You wore me out." She kissed the tip of my cock, stood and started to dress. When she was finished she smiled, waved, and silently left my dorm room. I spent the rest of the weekend preparing for class the following week and occasionally let my mind wonder to Bev, Lori and the "yet untapped," Maggie. Although I was only twenty-two I had followed Uncle Dave's rule my entire college career and had a steady stream of bed partners, including two frisky graduate assistants and a college employed Career Counselor. I knew that women talked and suspected that the trio from Friday night's Happy Hour would share all their secrets. I was confident that Maggie would be my next lover and wondered how it would play out... On Monday, I found out that Maggie was straight forward and didn't play games. She sent me an email early in the morning asking for an after school meeting to discuss some of the "special needs" of students in my class. Although our school dismissed students at 2:20pm, she asked if we could meet at 4:00pm, as she had meetings with parents immediately after school. I was hard the entire day thinking about Maggie. As you would expect each class dragged. I spent some time after school correcting tests and quizzes, and updating my web page on the school's computer system. At 4:00pm I walked into the Main Office and saw Maggie standing by her office door at the far end of the Guidance wing. I smiled, and as I started down the hallway I heard "Mr. Harrington! Could you give me a minute?" I turned and saw Mrs. Lewis, the school Principle, standing in her office door. Answering I said, "I have a scheduled meeting to discuss some of my students with Mrs. Flannigan." Mrs. Lewis walked across the office and looked down the hall at Maggie and said, "Mrs. Flannigan would you mind rescheduling your appointment for another time?" I noticed that it wasn't really a question. Maggie looked dejected but answered, "Of course not." Mrs. Lewis looked at me, smiled and said, "Now that that's settled . . .," and walked back to her office with me following in her wake. Upon entering her office Mrs. Lewis offered me a chair and went to her file cabinet. She pulled out a thin file, walked to her desk, and perched herself on the desks edge immediately in front of me. Mrs. Lewis was an attractive older women and in her late 40's or early 50's. She had stylish gray hair that was cut above her shoulders, a pretty face with minimal make-up, and an hourglass figure. Today a black pin-stripe suit hid large round breasts, a slim waist and curvy hips and ass. Two things struck me as she read the file. The first was the over-sized diamond on her ring finger and the second was the band of her thigh highs that could be seen up her slightly spread legs. "Something you need to know about me Mr. Harrington," she began, without lifting her eyes from the file, "is I know everything that happens in this school." I decided not to answer and an uncomfortable amount of time passed. Finally she continued, "And you've made quit an impression after only a week." When she finished with the file she placed it on the desk and looked me in the eye. As we stared at each other I could easily tell that Mrs. Lewis was slowly spreading her legs. We locked eyes and when I finally broke the staring contest and looked up her skirt I could see a gray bush surrounding a pink wet gash. "I hope you don't mind hair. I prefer the natural look," was her only comment as I dropped to my knees between her spread legs. I kissed my way up her thighs and was overcome by her scent. Her pussy tasted great as I licked across her wet crease and Mrs. Lewis bucked when my tongue circled her clit. The prim and proper school leader aggressively held my head to her twat and hissed, "Don't stop . . . just like that . . . fuck yessss . . . . Yesssss . . . GOD YESSSSSSS. When she started to cum I slid two fingers into her warm willing pussy and started to finger her cunt and lick her clit. Her orgasm was almost continuous. She lay back on her desk, raised her thighs, and gave me full access to her pussy. I love eating pussy and spent thirty minutes eating, licking, sucking, and fingering Mrs. Lewis. When I noticed that my dick felt painful I unbuckled and unzipped my pants while still on my knees. As I brought her to her next bucking cum I stood, pulled my fingers from her overflowing hole and pushed my swollen cock all the way in. A wide eyed Mrs. Lewis groaned, "Mother of Godddd!" I gave her a couple of long hard strokes and then burred myself balls deep and held still. Using her arms Mrs. Lewis raised herself and looked down between our joined bodies. I slowly pulled two inches from her and she hissed, "So thick." I fucked her a few more strokes when she asked, "Please let me see it." I teased her pulling a few more inches out before slamming back into her warm hole. Eventually, I pulled all eight inches out and let it bob before the entrance of her cunt. I fucked her with just the head as a tease and then slid all the way in and pounded her. As I had been excited all day about the prospect of fucking Maggie I didn't last long. When I gave an initial grunt Mrs. Lewis asked, "Are you close." When I nodded, she pushed me away and slid from the desk and onto her knees. She took my sloppy cock head into her mouth and jerked me off. She didn't even try to blow me, she just wanted my cum and easily drank down my entire load. When she was done she climbed back onto her desk and ordered, "Eat me." We repeated the entire process. I ate her, added my fingers, and fucked her this time as she leaned over her desk. I finger fucked her asshole from this position and Mrs. Lewis fingered her clit. When I was ready to cum again she masturbated me with my cock head between her lips and drank my load. When I was drained Mrs. Lewis pulled up my boxers and pants which had remained around my ankles. She neatly tucked my shirt in, fastened my pants and belt, and made sure I was presentable. From her knees she told me, "I think we'll need these weekly reviews for the remainder of your time at this school. Does Monday's at 4pm, work for you?" Mrs. Lewis smiled when I agreed and told me to let myself out. With Mrs. Lewis' cum covering my face I exited the school and looked forward to coming back tomorrow.