6 comments/ 123293 views/ 1 favorites Teacher Taught By: busrider When I was 18 years old at High School, I had an English Teacher called Mrs Schmidt. I would have guessed she was around 30 years old, about 5'5" tall, with short fashionably styled dark brown hair. She was pretty, and most of the guys had certainly commented on her at one time or another, but mainly because of her figure, and the way she moved when she walked. She was very curvy, thinking back about 38C or D, they always seemed to struggle to be confined in the tight tops she would wear. She had broad hips too for her height, maybe 36, and the combination of her ample breasts, and the tight pencil skirts she used to cram herself into, made a striking sight as she clicked down the hallways in her high heels. It may not sound like the sexiest thing in the world, but it made it difficult to concentrate in her class especially when she was writing assignments on the blackboard. I had been in her class for 2 years, and had been a fairly good student, but my grades began to drop. I had spent a great deal more time concentrating on girls and masturbating than on any homework assignments, although this wasn't the reason I gave to her of course when she held me back after school one evening to discuss my falling grades. As I remember I kind of nodded, and said 'Yes Miss' a lot and 'I will try to improve Miss' all the stuff you think they want to here. I did spend a great deal of my time looking at her tits as she was talking to me, something that I'm sure did not escape her attention. It was the first time I had been that close to her for a concerted period of time. I was sent off with not so much a scolding as a pep talk about how I had promise etc. and how she would always be there to help me if I needed it. A few weeks past and my grades were dropping off the scale and I had not always handed in work on time, and when I did, it was clearly rushed. She discussed this with my parents and it was decided that 2 nights a week after school I would go to her class, and stay for an extra hour and she would tutor me and get me back on track. To be honest I wasn't all that sad at the prospect, and the first couple of weeks weren't too bad although my workload increased dramatically. One day when I got there, she seemed distracted and decided we would shelve the written work, and we could discuss the DH Lawrence book we had been reading as a class. 'The Odour of Chrysanthemums' not exciting stuff for a 18 year old boy. She sat with me, and my nostrils were filled with the pungent, floral aroma of her perfume, which seemed stronger than usual. As she read a paragraph and asked me what I thought the author was trying to say, my eyes kept straying onto her chest and lower down the the split at the side of her skirt, which was showing more of her shapely legs. At one point she had stopped reading and with a finger under my chin lifted my head up from the position it had been occupying looking at her chest and legs. I was embarrassed, and she could see this. She closed the book, and looked at me and told me it was perfectly normal to be interested in a woman's body but that wasn't going to help with my understanding of Lawrence. She then got up and said that we would resume on Friday and sent me on my way. I walked home, feeling weird. Embarrassed, and also kind of turned on by the gentle way she spoke to me, and couldn't wait till Friday. Friday came and when I got there she was in the walk in book cupboard trying to stack some books on a higher shelf without much success, and after me watching her struggle at this for a while I took the books and helped her. Getting on a small step ladder, she handed me the books and I placed them on the top shelf. When I did look down however I had noticed that she had a fairly sheer white blouse on that buttoned up the front, and in her struggle the top button had become undone, and I had a great view of the tops of her breasts held in by a ivory colored bra. She handed me the last of the books and I got down, and she followed my eyes to her open blouse. The reaction that happened next was not what I would have at all expected. As we stood in the cupboard, she didn't attempt to fix her top and instead asked if I had a girlfriend. I didn't. She then asked if I had ever seen a woman's breast before. I was stuttering and mentioned that I had in magazines. She asked where I got those magazines and I reluctantly admitted that my dad had some under his bed and she smiled. She then looked right at me intently and asked if I had masturbated whilst looking at these magazines. I felt my face redden and my heart beat a great deal faster. She put her hands and my face and lifted my head up to look into my eyes, and told me it was perfectly natural and that everyone did it. I must have nodded and grunted that I had, and she reassured me that I need not feel embarrassed, still with her hands on my face, stroking it a little. Without warning she took her hands away from my face and began to undo her blouse, and pulled it from her skirt where it was tucked in, and opened it. She then unclasped the front of her bra, and pulled her bra off. Taking my hands in her hands she guided them onto her breasts. They were smooth and heavy, with large round brown coloured nipples that responded and became hard when she ran my hands over them. My heart was now beating very fast and I was acutely away that my cock was now straining against my pants. 'How do they feel?' she asked. I couldn't answer I just looked at them and nodded. She then moved me around and sat on one the steps on the ladder I had used to stack the books and guided me closer to her. 'Would you like to kiss them? She said softly. She took moved my head into her left breast lifting it to meet my mouth. 'I want you to suck gently on my nipple' I did and she pulled my head in tighter to her chest. 'That's it, now run your tongue in circles around it and then suck harder next time' I did everything she said and for what seemed like 18 minutes did everything she asked. In between instructions she moaned and groaned gently, and I like and sucked each nipple. She then pulled my head away and began to yank up her skirt over her soft thighs so I could see her panties. They were the same ivory color as the bra. She then pulled them quickly down her thighs and off her ankles in one swift motion and quickly took my hand and leaning back open her legs and placed my hand over her pussy. The hair was trimmed closely and I could see her pink lips protruding. Taking my forefinger she ran it along her wet slit. It felt hot and I nearly came in my pants at the very thought of what was happening to me. She then widened her legs further and pushed my finger inside her, it was soft and warm and very wet, and she asked me if it felt nice. Mrs Schmidt them pulled me closer to her and started to undo my belt and the top button of my pants, never taking her eyes from mine. I felt the zip being pulled down and then a rush of air as she pulled them down to my thighs. My cock sprang free from my underwear as she lifted the band over the head and pulled them down too. 'Mmm you have a nice thick cock, girls like a cock like yours.' I don't think I had ever felt so hard and excited in all my life and shuddered slightly as her hand gripped the shaft and pulled the foreskin of my uncircumcised cock down. I thought I was going to cum and clearly so did she, and she looked at me and told me not yet. I felt her other hand on my balls, and she rolled them around in her hands. She then looked up at me and moved closer to my cock and I watched her run her tongue up the length of my shaft, until her mouth eventually engulfed the head and she started to suck. I could feel her tongue running around my cock in her mouth, and knew I was going to cum. I moaned with urgency that I was cumming and she quickened the strokes of her hand as her bobbed up and down on my swollen cock. After a few seconds I stiffened and spurted the first jets of seamen into her mouth and she continued to bob up and down swallowing as she did until I had finished. My cock stayed hard however, and as she pulled her head away, she smiled. 'That's the advantage you young guys have ' she said, her hand still gripping my shaft. 'Next time you wont cum so quickly' She pulled me over to her as she sat on the step ladder, and opened her legs wider as I closed in. She leaned back as much as she could and lift her legs up and took my cock and moved in towards her pussy. I watched as with one hand she opened her pink lips and guided the head to her hole and pulled me into her. Her hands then moved onto my ass as she pulled me in tightly to her. I was in her as far as I could go, and she looked at me and told me how good I felt. ' Now pump your cock in and out of me' I began with her help to move in and out of her warm tight hole, listening intently to every instruction she gave, her hands still on my ass pulling me ever harder into her. 'Faster' she gasped I began to pump harder and faster' Yes. Come on that's it make me cum, I want to cum' In the next few strokes, I felt the muscles inside her tighten around my cock squeezing them hard, as she shook, and moaned that she was cumming. The feeling of the muscles squeezing me was pulling me towards my second orgasm and I told her I was cumming and she told me to pump as fast as I could. I sprayed nearly as much again into her, with each jerk she moaned. When I pulled out of her I could see my cum running out of her and she took my head and kissed me hard on the lips. 'Our secret right?' 'Yes.' 'Good' that was the first of many lessons I was given and my grades did improve. Teacher Taught Us...Everything! I am kneeling on the bed in a seedy Motel room where my new husband has left me. We just got married an hour ago, and before our honeymoon, he insists on stopping here. Rodney and I graduated from school this week, and after loving one-another for four years (limited sexual activity), we have certain things already planned out. This Motel is not something we planned together! I still have on my full wedding dress attire except for my heels . My long white dress is bunched up over my creamy brown rump, hanging from my waist. My pink panties are pulled down my stocking covered legs, dangling from my ankles. Before leaving me this way, Rodney literally shoved a half stick of butter between my raised asscheeks and against my pucker. Also from his bag came whip cream, now melting in my crack. And then there is the bag of cherries, one ripe red cherry is sitting at top the whip cream that lathers my butt crease. I feel deliciously wicked like this. I know that Rodney loves and respect me a great deal. But I can't help loving the way he has made me feel like his slutty little whore. He's gone for a few minutes without an explanation, giving me time to wonder why I'm letting him take my anal cherry, at least this early. We're not even an hour into the marriage! The key to the Motel's one room is turning the door open, and I am begging for it to be Rodney. My body is begging for it, and I want to be just the way he left me. But what if its housekeeping? Management? God I'd die! To be seen this way!? I'd be so embarrassed! The turning of the door has me so excited, I'm getting terribly wet! My pussy is swelling and perfuming the room, and I haven't even touched myself! The jingling of his keys also brought me out of my thoughts, thoughts that could explain why my throbbing bunghole, mushy and slicked with sticky foods, is awaiting Rodney's long stiff fuckstick! ******* It was my freshmen year at Cirrus college, a college so small that it had fewer students than the average high school's senior class. In fact, it had the feel of high school. I was not a good student in High School, but Daddy has money. So I enrolled here, and met Rodney, a stunning young sophomore. I was an average looking girl with big brown eyes and a shy smile. Very slim at 5'3," 110 lbs. But I was always ashamed of my 34D-cup breasts. I covered them up snugly all of my high school years. That was until I met Rodney. He gave me such confidence in my body that I began to wear tight skirts and low-cut blouses. That's when I got into trouble with the English teacher. "So that's what my low test score is about!? You want me to where longer skirts?" I fumed, needing to justify my bad grades. "Well I am going to wear what I want anyway! You want me to dress like you unh? Your frumpy little skirts down to your ankles, and sweaters buttoned up to your chin. Why you're just a...a...frigid old hag!" My final words stung Mrs. Goodings as I slammed her classroom door on the way out. I lacked humility to care about her feelings, I was more worried of being expelled from school. I skipped my last class to find Rodney, and inform him of my having to go back home and live with my parents. It was killing me inside. But I couldn't find him the whole time. Why wasn't he in his class!? Ten minutes 'till school's out, I would go to our meeting place where he'd be sure to show. But I felt him on my back, giving me a big hug. He walk with me up a flight of steps, telling me how hot I looked, and how much it effected him. Once up stairs he trapped me on some lockers and kissed me like never before. I was so turned on! He groped me for a while, before turning me around and goosing me to a door. The door to the faculty room was locked but Rodney somehow had a key. He pinned me against the door as he unlocked it, his big dick was hard against my spine. It made me so hot for it that I let him shove me into the room without question. He locked the door and dragged me to the couch, where he sat down while urging me forcibly to my knees. I was so afraid when he ripped open his pants and popped out his huge stiff cock! "Oh shit!..." I murmured, on my knees, between his legs, and face to face with that monster. Rodney and I had made love before and I loved it! My second Male lover, my first real man. But I had never done what he had positioned me for. My heart raced as I begged him to not make me do that. But my mouth was moving with no sound coming from it. I was shaking like a leaf. To my surprise, Rodney reached beneath my blouse and deftly undid my bra. By the time my mind caught up with him, he had shoved his long dick under my shirt and was fucking my big titties with it! "Ooooh Rodney! No!...I never done this!..." Even as I objected, I saw and felt his huge cock crown surge between my boobs and nudge under my chin. As I spoke to deter him, I noticed that my hands were holding my outer tit-melons, squeezing them urgently against his meat! It felt so exquisite! "Ohhh! Rodney...NO!" I remembered crying, my legs over his shoulders. 'When did he take off my...'. I had never intended allowing such lewd indiscretions like...eating my pussy! How depraved! "Rodney!...No, please!" but my juices were building. And in the Teacher's lounge even! "We have...You can't...Unngghhh! Ooohhh! fuck." I had cum very hard in my boyfriend's mouth! I felt so ashamed. I felt very good as well. I hoped he was happy, now he could let me up and be done. In my mind I was straightening my skirt and heading for the door. But as I noticed the door handle turning, and I wasn't turning it! I was on my knees with my face on the sofa cushion. She had come in the lounge and swiftly locked the door behind her. She stood a foot away from my kneeling frame, and I have never been so frightened. I couldn't tell if I was held down by Rodney, or if I ever tried to get up. But here in her full length skirt and conservative cotton sweater, Mrs. Goodings stared down into my soul. "I told you this would happen Patrice, I told you that skirt would get you in trouble" she solemnly preached, hands on her hip. "Tell me young man, you couldn't help it could you? The way her legs look so sweet and firm. And her breasts, I bet you fucked them didn't you?" she guessed, while picking up loose buttons that popped from my blouse. I couldn't believe her language! And why wasn't she stopping us? "So go ahead young man. Young girls who dressed this way must make you very excited" she said without emotion, tapping a ruler in hand and patting her foot to the floor. "So show her what men do when they get so exited." "Ooohhh Rodney! So big!" I moaned feeling that long dick between the folds of my juicy cuntlips. It slid right in, but easily fatter than it was during our other encounter. He was actually turned on by the English teacher being there. "Please no Rodney...Not here...She hates me." Tears were streaking my face. Not because of Rodney. His cock was so deliciously hard as it politely coursed through my pussy. It was already in tremors, soaking his bone lavishly, sloshing around my honey pot. But I cried at the way Mrs. Goodings spoke down to me. As if she knew me. "You love his cock Patrice, and right here in the teacher's lounge" she taunted, pity implied. Rodney was a quick study on satisfying my pussy. We hadn't the time I wanted, or the privacy. But he was making me cream all over his cock despite the situation. To this day, I am horrified by having done so in front of an audience. "Unnggghh, Ohh shit! Do it! Please stop!" I hated cumming while Mrs. Goodings was watching. "You see what I mean Patrice, its not good to go around teasing young men. I mean, I bet the lad wants his cock sucked now. He's made you cum, and I bet you didn't know men liked their cock sucked after he's made you cum." She was now patting me instructively on my butt, causing Rodney to pause. The Bitch. He has cum in my pussy before, and I know he liked it. What is this about...sucking his cock!? I had a really nice cum and I wanted my boyfriend to enjoy it as well. But Mrs. Goodings messed things up. He pulled his cock out, all wet and gooey, from my cunt. "Tell her young man, tell her that she has to suck it now. Look! Its all wet! And your balls are so full of cum. Tell her that young girls in tight little skirts will suck cock and eat your jizz." She said this while leaning in very close to my face. I could feel her hot breath against my cheek. Why was she doing this to me? She had made her point. She was getting back at me for speaking to her with disrespect, when I left her classroom. Now she was taunting me to do such a disgusting act. Mrs. Goodings had a way to prevent my boyfriend from re-entering me, and I knew that he wanted to cum very bad. She was going to make me humiliate myself, or frustrate my Rodney. I wanted to help him but I couldn't do the things she had mentioned. "NO! I...can't!" I cried, assing my leaking pouch back onto his cock. "Cum...cum in my pu...vagina, Rodney. Mrs. Goodings spoke condescendingly to me. "I always liked you Patrice. But your boyfriend can have pussy from nice girls if he likes, but he wants blowjobs from girls that dress like you. Just this one time honey, I help you out." She turned Rodney, raised her skirt above her knees, and looked up at Rodney. "Tell her that you want your cock sucked Rodney. I'm going to do it for her if you don't mind sweetie, but tell her what you want." "Suck my cock! Make it cum" he said, looking at me. My head and eyes dropped, knowing that I'd surely lose him now. I was mad as hell when I looked at Mrs. Goodings. I expected her to gloat with a smirk, but she didn't see my angry glare. Mrs. Goodings was bobbing her head at Rodney's groins, seemingly trying to eat his long shaft each bob. I was disgusted by the lewd sucking sounds she made, pumping her lips down my boyfriend's cock. I was disheartened by the constant moans escaping his lips as he spasmodically jerked his hips. 'Plop' came his shiny cock from her mouth. "Mmumm, so big! Rodney, I'm going to make you cum in teacher's mouth now" she said between kisses and tongue swabbings, against his throbbing cock. "But only to teach Patrice a lesson. I don't go around putting nasty cocks in my mouth. I taste her hot pussy juice all over it!" She was back to sucking, puckering her cheeks and shoving several thick inches down her gullet. I could see her tongue working his shaft and curling about his mushroom-crown. She hissed around his dick on her down-stroke, holding it as deep as possible to mouth the meaty slab. How disgusting! His fat cockhead must be at her tonsils!, I thought. 'Plop' came his cock from her sucking mouth. A lurid stand of spit hung from his cocktip. It had to be spit because there was no more traces of my cunt cream. She is deplorable! She looked up at him with a blank face, but I could see from body language that she masked her excitement. Her body trembled a lust I hadn't known, and her mature pussy had filled the room with aroma. She is excited by something this disgraceful! "Rodney dear, I can taste your cum already. You have a big wad of jizz to shoot don't you? Son, you should never put your cock in a lady's mouth, but we have to show Patrice what it could be like. Rodney, I want you to grab my hair and fuck your long black cock in my mouth. I know that's disgusting, but I want you to do it as hard as you can Rodney. Don't stop for anything sweetie, until you burst your balls and made me eat your cream! A definite excitement coursed through her as my boyfriend shafted her mouth. And like she requested, he held her head to his cock. The long fat tip began clogging her throat, choking her. Mrs. Goodings' whole body would jerk as she tried to align her throat to his hard long shaft. At times she coughed up spit, it slinging from his cock to leak down her lips. "Grrgllrr! Ulmp! Mmllpphhh!" she choked, holding his thighs with her hands. Despite what she had asked, she still had involuntary reflexes. Other times she was gurgling around his huge cock as the plump head had forced passed her tonsils. "Ahhggg! Ullmmppp! Ulmp! Unnggghhggg!" she fought, but now caressing his heavy nutsack with her hand. I was on my backside on the couch when he toppled her over into my lap. Her hair was tickling my mound as Rodney crouched over her, his cock still deep in her throat. From this position, he could fuck his shiny black cock pass her tonsils on each stroke. She fought against it and loss, as more and more saliva squirted from her lips. Rodney's balls were drenched in spit. "Ohhhh! Fuck!... gonna blow! Suck my fucking NUTTs!" Rodney's balls exploded on Mrs. Goodings chin. His cock seemed to stiffen even more as she struggled to accommodate it. "Ullmmp! ulmmp! Ulmp!, Gulp!" Simply shocking for me to see it. She was guzzling down load after load of nutt juice from my boyfriend's balls. Nasty sucking sounds muffled her cries, choking out repeatedly. "Ullmmpp, *choke*!, Ahhggg!" Choking sounds turned into gurgling sounds, and then into hissing sounds, as thick white bubbles of nutt emerged from her lips. What was not bubbleling, was cascading over her lips as Rodney continued to rocket his shaft deeper into her throat. 'Plop' came his cock, sticky with layers of cum and spit clinging to his meat. And even in mist of coughing up more cum, Mrs. Goodings managed to grab the pulsating cockmeat and rub it back and forth across her radiant face. I was appalled at this shocking display, but my pussy was burning up from it nevertheless. "You se...ulmp, see what I ...*cough*, mean Patrice?" Mrs. Goodings was sputtering, "You have to do dirty things to big dicks, when you go around wearing tiny little skirts." Her point was well made, she going the extra mile by licking his long rubbery cock between words. Rodney hadn't said a thing to me that evening, and was heading to breakfast the next morning without me. And I was mad at him for enjoying his 'blowjob'. But he wouldn't have needed it from her if I would have done it. I wasn't sure if I did anything wrong, but I sure missed his company that night. I had to flag down his car early the next morning on his way to breakfast. He was going without me. We drove in silence down a short-cut back road we always took. There had never been a car on this road since we had taken it. This morning was different. A old van was on the abandoned road, and Rodney pulled just behind it. He got out without saying a word, and headed to the van. I followed behind him to show some form of loyal servitude, since I couldn't show it sexually. Once at the sliding doors, they opened to reveal a most beautiful woman. A low-cut halter displayed braless breasts, about 34c's. A short hemmed skirt barely covered her butt, and her thighs looked years below her age. Maybe 50 years of age, Mrs. Goodings looked spectacular. But I was stunned at her attire. What was going on here. "I didn't think you could get her here Rod," Mrs. Goodings said. I was angered at her calling him 'Rod', as if he was a stud for older women. Rodney was more teenaged-love. "Well honey, I see you have covered your body today. You mustn't want to have to give blowjobs to Rod," she said. "Don't start with me today Mrs. Goodings. You got what you wanted yesterday. You're mad about what I called you" I said, ready to take it back. "No need to be sorry about that dear. In fact, I called you to explain, but you were out last night. I called Rod to find you," she said. "Did you!?" I mused. "He told me not to worry, that he really enjoyed it. Rod here told me that he loves you very much, and he wants you more than anything in the world." Her words eased my feelings and lightened my spirits. I still didn't understand this meeting, the way she was dressed and all. "Well what are you..." I started. "Rod also told me that he wouldn't make you do anything that you haven't already done for him. But...he really liked what I did for him. He wonders about other things that he's heard about, that you're not going to do," she explained. "He knows that you might leave him for this, but maybe if he can experience things before you two get too serious, he can get it out of his system. He really loves you a lot but..." "I get it. Rodney thinks I'm a prude unh!? And now that I'm dressed like a 'lady', you're parading around in tight little skirts. And let me guess, Rodney is here to show you what 'Gals in skirts' are really looking for!?" And Mrs. Goodings crawled into her van, assed up, and looking back at us. "I won't call you a prude, if you don't call me frigid" she said, with a wicked little smirk. Mrs. Goodings amazed me even more when she hiked up her skirt above her mature backside. She had on full garter and stockings, and a pair of purple panties. I was admiring her knee high boots when I double-took to the panties. Mrs. Goddings looked like a French whore, with the panties she wore. They were crotchless, and I seen that before. But these had a hole about her crinkly red anus, highlighting a lewd poutiness of her butthole. Furthermore, it glistened in some sort of gloss, the crease between the mature sag of her asscheeks dimpled ruby-red. Rodney stood beside me, I think purposely, to let me know how aroused he was. And damn! His cock was as hard as ever against my arm. He crawled up behind the kneeling English teacher and tugged on his pants. I felt betrayed but showed reluctant understanding as I reached for him. He then placed his hands on her hot looking bottom while I slowly lowered his pants. I stroked his long hard cock to help prepare him for his lesson. I began wondering if I had been fooled by them both, after all, I would gladly let Rodney fuck me. What was so different about fucking her? But then... "Please Rod, I'll give you an 'A'! Just don't fuck my tiny little asshole!" she whimpered, while helping him to spread her asscheeks. I was stunned. Even the extra highlighting of her puckered anus did not prepare me for this. In fact, like a loyal little maid, I had directed his stiff boner to her pussy. Mrs. Goodings reached back with her free hand and directed it to her glossed-over anus. "Its too big honey, please let me suck it for you. I promise...Ooohhh!" she whined. Rodney was forcing his swollen glans into her...butthole! The large cockhead snaked around the resisting hole, and then parted the snug ring and 'popped' through. "Agghhh! Rodney...slow!" she hissed, shaking her mature pretty ass onto his cock. The head was fully imbedded, shocking me to no end. God! Its going in!, I thought. An inch of his shaft just behind the head went in immediately. But I seen her anal ring constrict. "Ooohh! There! Too biiig. Please don't fuck it hard. Don't stretch my asshole with your big black cock!" she said, and with conviction in fact. Inch by inch, I saw his long thick cock vanish into her butthole. It took several moments however. Rodney was delicate but forceful, despite her hips wiggling unbelievable encouragement. "Unngghhh! Aggghhh! No! Please Rod, take it out! You're going to fuck my tight little ass aren't you. You naughty boy you" she urged, in her own subtle way. My boyfriend's huge cock went deeper into her asshole. The clasping of her ass ring would allow so much cock, and then snap shut. Rodney waited until it pulsed open to shove, and then waited when it constricted. Mr. Goodings, however, was humping her ass back, stretching her own constricting butthole onto his cock. "It's so big in my asshole! I guess if you are going to fuck me there, I'll have to lay here and take it. You're going to make my hot tight shitter suck off your big prick!" Teacher Taught Us...Everything! A blowjob? In reverse I thought, but tighter! I saw her asshole pulling in and out as Rodney began to fuck it. He had most of it in, and decided to fuck it before he'd cum. Soon he was shoving most of his meat in and out, making her aging buttcheeks wiggle. I was fascinated in a sick sort of way at this sordid act of lust. But Mrs. Goodings as well as Rodney seemed to be as hot as a rutting couple could be! The tightness of her asshole was nursing spasmodically for his dick, and his long stiffened pole was soothing the itchiness that her rectum must have been feeling. My own pucker between my cheeks seemed to throb, and my pussy became extremely wet and horny. This was hotter than last night, certainly dirtier. The faint smell of her muskiness filled the van, that now rocked back and forth. The English teacher was thrusting her clasping asshole at his meat, until she had her rounded cheeks against his groins. Rodney reared all but his cockhead out, and shove in the full length again. Rodney grabbed her hips, nearing his explosion, and began to piston his long cock with frightening speed. But her rear slot stayed with him, snapping and chewing every inch of his meat. He made loud slapping noises against her wide-splayed asscheeks. She closed her eyes tight and began to shake uncontrollably. "Ungh! Ungh! Mmmmhh! Ungh!" her breath getting short. "I...I'm Cuummming!" Cunt juice dripped heavily down her stockings. "Ohh shit!, I'm going to nutt! This ass is so fucking...Ahhhgggg!" yelled Rodney, his cock bucking and bolting, as he unloaded his hot seamen. Mrs. Goodings was in bliss as she felt wave after wave of his nuttcream, deluging her asshole. Her horny little ass was sucking, nursing and then draining my boyfriends cock. And just like her mouth, her rear socket was too small for all that jizz. Thick rivulets of pearly lava squished from her butthole and soiled her panties that now clung to Rodney's cock. He could now rocket it balls-deep into her rear. "Shit Mrs. Goodings! I never felt anything like this!" Rodney shouted. Fuck, I never even imagined. He was tugging his big cock out now, having trouble taking it back. Her little hole was still sucking needfully on it. I saw more ecstasy on Rodney's face than any time he's been with me. But that was also the case the day before when she blew him. This 'frigid old hag' was giving Rodney more than I had ever intended to, and I felt so threatened. I knew how much Rodney loved me, but how could he refuse hot women who'd do these nasty things for him? He hadn't even notice me in the van once he got his dick in her begging little hole. He was ignoring my caresses as he kiss Mrs. Gooding's spine. "You pumped a gallon of hot slime in my bowels! I loved it!" Her lewd words seemed to heighten his euphoria. I had to do something... I was nosing my face between their sweaty bodies, eyes closed, for I couldn't stand to see the ungodly mess they had made. But I had to show Rodney that I would do nasty things for him, if he liked. His fat filthy cock was leaking on my nose and cheeks before I found it with my mouth. I never had anything so sticky on my tongue, and what ever I was eating, it was surely hot! Fucking steaming! The softening of his meat allowed me to mouth over half of it. Still I gurgled and choked. I used my tongue to swab his cock, the way I had seen Mrs. Goodings do it the day before. I was disturbed with the lust building in my loins, hungrily nursing his meat. But he was spent completely, softening in my mouth. I longed for his encouragement, to know that he appreciated such a nasty deed. Rodney pulled my face up with both of his hands. "I love you so much" he whispered, his tongue snaking into my mouth for long soul kissing. We have not been with Mrs. Goodings sexually since then. But later that year after class, she told me that it was all her idea. The lounge, and then the van. And over the course of the four years, she admitted that it had little to do with my short skirts. Mrs. Goodings had the hots for my boyfriend and wanted to show him a comparison between a lusty older woman and a shy prudish girl. "I might have had him 'till you sucked his filthy cock. You impressed him with that. And me too!" she admitted. "And me three!" I chided, shamefully looking away. ******* And now the lessons we learned from Mrs. Goodings will be put into practice. I'm watching the door as it slowly opens to showcase my lewd display of wanton desire. I am so happy to see my husband, his shorts bulging as proudly as ever. He can't wait to get into my bung! But I am incredibly excited and appalled at the same time, for Rodney is not alone! "Hello there Patrice, I always knew you were a good student!" Mrs. Goodings just said. * * * * * [Thanks for reading my story, and thanks to LITEROTICA]