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Artistic Touch Ch. 01

By: freaky.tales



There I was looking over my art class, four days before the last day of school for that year. Just wishing that the bell would ring so that I could leave and not be bothered with another student that year. I was beginning to believe that all the rejects from the high school, signed up for art. Ninety percent of my class couldn’t draw or paint, and probably hadn’t drew anything since they left elementary school. But, occasionally I would get a talented student like Shawn. Shawn was one of the most gifted students I ever saw. But Shawn had graduated last year and I was once again stuck teaching the uncreative masses. 

As I sat there, I once again thought about my life. My life was utterly boring. I was a forty-year old white woman in small town Alabama, with not much to do. When I got home, there would be nothing to do besides sit on the couch beside my husband of twenty something years and discuss his day. Which consisted of sitting around the house and watching television and maybe going to Wal-Mart and walking aimlessly about for hours. As for our sex life it had come to a halt nearly ten years before, when my husband started experiencing problems maintaining an erection. So since then, my only solace was sneaking into the bathroom to masturbate, after my husband fell asleep. 

I had just started looking over some of the paintings, which my class had been working on the week earlier and clearing my mind of my life tragedies, when the door to my class opened. In walked a person who I knew, but somehow didn’t. It was Shawn, but he was in the best shape I ever seen him in. Even though he had played football and ran track, I don’t think I had ever seen him in this good of a shape. I watched his chocolate frame walk over to my desk and asked me how was I doing. I watched his full lips as he pronounced my name and almost melted in his arms when he hugged me. I begin to think about how when he was in high school, him and several students would flirt with me and occasionally “cop a feel”. Of course, then I would threaten to send them to the office. Knowing that I wouldn’t, but instead their advances would serve as material for my late night masturbation sessions. 

But there Shawn was, sitting on my desk, looking down on me. My pussy was actually beginning to ache at the thought of fucking a guy that just last year was sitting in my class, it the same place as some of my current students. We sat there for what seemed like an hour as he told me how he had decided to join the marines, and was getting ready to go overseas to Japan, but decided to come home first. As the conversation came to an end, the bell rang signaling the end of the day, startled both of us. Shawn got up and stretched, his black t-shirt seeming too tight, stretching over his frame, accenting his rippling abs and broad shoulders. Lord, knows I wish I could have just touched him. 

Then came the surprise. He asked me if it would be ok if he bought me dinner tonight. Or maybe come by the next day and buy me lunch. I had no idea how to respond, so I told him that I would have to discuss that with my hubby and let him know later. So with that, he wrote down his cell phone number on a piece of paper. Then he turned and gave me a hug. And for a brief moment, I swore I could feel his hard black dick pushing at me through his baggy jeans. As he turned and walked away, I knew one thing. I wanted him. I had to have him. 

As I, walked into the door to my house I saw my husband sitting in his usual spot, watching Jerry Springer. I walked over to him and began to tell him about Shawn coming by the school, which hardly raised an eyebrow. He had met Shawn several times when he had came up to the school to return my car, and on weekends, when my art department was helping the rest of the school prepare floats for the Christmas parade. But like always, he was more into watching some 300 lbs woman or bi-sexual midget showing their ass on Jerry, than he was into me.

He barely let out a grunt as I told him about Shawn’s visit. So when I told him that I was going out to dinner, it didn’t surprise me a bit, that he didn’t ask whom I was going with. But just in case, I told him that the principal was having a luncheon with the faculty. With that, I ran up the stairs and called Shawn, as I got into the shower. Hearing his sexy voice on the phone as the warm, steamy water rolled off my skin, made my pussy plead for some relief.

He asked me if I was in the bathroom, because he could hear water running in the background. I admitted to him that I was about to jump into the shower, and he jokingly said that he wish he could watch. Shawn told me to meet him at a small Italian restaurant on the west side of town and wear something to accentuate my legs (which he always complimented me on, when he would flirt with me in school). He kind of laughed it off, as we said our byes and I hung up the phone. All I could do was think about his sexy voice, his sexy lips, his sexy body, as I turned the hand-held showerhead (I bought just for occasions like this) on my feverish clit. As I came I knew now more then ever that I had to have him.

When I walked into the restaurant I could feel all eyes on me. It seemed as if every man there, was hypnotized by my low cut dress, which open back stopped a fraction of a inch from where my ass begin. As, I walked over to Shawn I could feel the disgust in they’re stares, all because Shawn was a young black man and I was a forty year old white woman. I took my seat next to Shawn and we begin our dinner. I could barely eat thanks to the sweet smelling cologne he was wearing. Also, the fact that during our conversation he would lean over and whisper the answers to my questions, in my ears, didn’t help. Soon we were laughing and talking over what remained of our dinner.

Looking around I noticed people were still watching us, so I commented to Shawn that maybe we should give them something to stare about. So with that, I slid closer (if that was possible) to Shawn and began to breathe heavily in his ear. Arousing myself, just as much as I was arousing him, as I began to nibble on his ear, and run my hand across his chest. I could see some of the older men actually ask the waiter for their check so they could leave. The scent of Shawn’s cologne was becoming intoxicating, as I began to actually kiss his neck, realizing that I had passed the point of self-control with this young, black man, in a public place, who until last year was a student in one of my classes. I tried to gather myself and was doing a good job, until his hands touched my thigh. His hands moved with a skill that you would have expected from a man twice his age, as they slipped up my leg, and began to nudge against my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to have him, and I’m sure at that point he knew. So with that, I whispered in his ear as he kissed me on the shoulder, that I thought it was time to leave. Reluctantly he stopped, and called the waiter over for the check.

After we got out the door, Shawn began apologizing, saying that he knew he stepped out of line, but had always been infatuated by me. I accepted his apology and told him, that it hadn’t bothered me, and reminded him of the things he had done in high school. He chuckled. We stood outside, in the restaurant parking lot for over an hour, eventually discussing more intimate details of our lives, including my relationship with my husband. Shawn told me he knew how I must feel, because his high school girlfriend, whom he had dated until recently, rarely had sex with him. I was surprised, knowing how much time they spent together in high school. 

He then told me how they had enjoyed each other before he to boot camp. Then, he told me how once he had gotten to Memphis, where he would learn the job he would be doing in the military, he decided to take a weekend and visit her, in school. He described to me how her attitude toward him had changed. He described how he could sense that she had changed or as he put it, been “turned out”. Then, he told me that the last time he had talked to Lawanda had been over 7 months earlier, and that it had been even longer since they had had sex. Then we both got silent.

At that point in time, I figured that I should either leave or end up doing something that I wasn’t sure I even really wanted to do. So, I told Shawn that I was getting ready to leave. Then he told me that he had caught a cab over to the restaurant and asked me if I would mind dropping him off. I said sure, and we got in the car. We were both quiet as we drove across town to Shawn’s neighborhood, but a couple blocks away from his mom’s house I decided that I couldn’t take it anymore. I don’t know if it was the smell of his cologne or what, but I found myself reaching over and placing my hand on his leg, and beginning to work my way up his thigh. Shawn didn’t say a word, but instead reached over and begin to massage my already erect nipples through the thin material of my dress. 

I could feel the temperature inside my car climb as I stopped at a light and Shawn unbuckled his seat belt, then leaned over, pushing the material of my dress aside, taking one of my nipples in his warm mouth. He then begin flicking his tongue over my nipples and caressing parts of my breast that I thought only I knew about. My breathing begin to increase and I spread my legs for him, and as if he knew my intentions he begin to run his hand down my stomach toward my waiting and willing pussy. I waited in anticipation as his hands worked over my thighs, pulling the material of my dress up my legs. My spell was broken immediately when the driver behind us blew his horn to let me know that the light had changed. Shawn sat up and smiled, then looked over at my face, which must have been red from embarrassment. Then he told me that he knew this place not to far from his mom’s house where we could go and no one would interrupt. So, with that I begin to follow his directions to his “spot”.

When my car rounded the corner of the building, I noticed two or three cars already there. I turned to Shawn and asked him if I should turn around. He told me to just drive by them and pull between the next two buildings. So, I did as he said and then turned the lights off on my car. I looked to Shawn again and asked if it was safe, he laughed, and told me that it was ok. I was kind of nervous, considering that we were parked behind a shopping complex that had once housed an art supply store where I bought most of my classroom supplies. 

However, the whole complex closed three years before, after the bigger stores either went bankrupt or relocated. I was so nervous. I asked myself if this is what I wanted. Thoughts about our age difference, my marriage, and what people might think when they read in the paper that a forty year old teacher was found with a former student, in her car, making out. However, the tension was soon broken by Shawn’s full lips on my neck, followed by his tongue sliding across my shoulders. He lifted his lips and we begin to kiss passionately. So deep that I could feel his heart beat though his lips. I didn’t want our lips to ever break contact, but they did, as Shawn sat back in his seat and asked me to get out the car. I must have stared at him as if he was crazed. 

He must have been. There were people parked on the other side of the building, maybe 50 yards away. I gave him a second look, and he motioned for me to get out, as he grabbed the handle to the door and stepped out. I reassured myself and took a breath. I couldn’t believe I was going to do it. But then my throbbing pussy and a feeling that I needed it, hell deserved it, after over nine years of waiting and masturbating, took control of all reason, and I grabbed the handle and stepped out of the car.

To be continued...

Artistic Touch Ch. 02



I couldn't believe I was standing in front of my car, watching Shawn unbutton his shirt as he walked over to me. I begin to speak, but he slipped a finger over my lips, and motioned for me not to speak a word. I could feel my heart begin to race, as his hands worked down the sides of my body and his lips met mine. His lips seem to melt against mine, I was surprised by the softness, and even more at the tenderness he used as he kissed me. Shawn moved me over to the front of the car and then laid me against the hood, kissing me my neck. He then began to suck on my nipples, which were already tender and sensitive, through the fabric of my dress. I could feel his hands work the button on my dress loose, as he bent over in front of me and lifted one of my legs. Shawn took a seat between my legs, removed my shoe. 

Then he repeated the same thing with the other foot but took my foot and placed it on his chest. I begin to rub the sole of my foot over his chest, which gave a sense of being in control of the whole situation, and cause me to relax. In fact, I was relaxed to the point that I no longer thought about the cars around the corner, my husband, or the fact that Shawn was black. I was infatuated with the way he moved and the things he did. I loved seeing his large black hands massage my ankle and calf as I rubbed my foot over his chest and crotch. I could feel his dick beginning to get hard in his pants, just before he began to kiss my ankle and work his way up my leg. Shawn inched painfully slow up my leg, moving his tongue at a snail's pace on my inner thigh, as if he was enjoying torturing me. 

Shawn's hands slipped off the small of my back, onto my ass, and then down and back up my legs, hooking into the band of my panties and pulling them down over my thighs. A chill shot through my spine as the tips of his hands rubbed the back of my knees, just before he let my panties fall over my feet. I removed one of my feet from my panties, and spread my legs. I could feel the breeze on my exposed legs, especially on my inner thighs, where the wet cloth of my panties touched as they slid down my legs. He began to bite gently on my inner thigh as he stroked the small of my back. I opened my legs wider, giving him better access at my pussy. Instead, he began to kiss on my stomach and massage my back muscles until they felt like butter beneath his fingers. 

Shawn then slipped his tongue into my navel, carefully licking as if he was eating my pussy, which by was dripping. I could feel droplets of my fluid slip from my lips and onto my thigh. I wanted him to touch my pussy, so bad, but he hadn't made a move toward it yet. I couldn't stand Shawn's teasing anymore, so I moved my hands toward my clit, which was begging for attention. Shawn stopped me and looked up at me, as he pulled my dress down my shoulders. I wanted to stop him, but didn't. Shawn had stripped me completely naked, and I couldn't believe I had let him. Then, I realized why I had let him, as his hands spread my legs, then his fingers spread my lips, and his lips feel upon my clit, making my knees seem to wobble. I managed to slide up on the hood of my car, as his tongue began to gently flicker across my clit, slowly increasing in pace and in intensity. Soon his tongue was savagely flicking at my clit. His eyes looking into mine as they stared down at him. 

My arms begin to give way and I leaned back on my elbows, as I begin to feel the familiar warm sensation in my womb just before I came. Shawn inserted two fingers deep into my pussy, caressing my g-spot, as I fought the urge to cum. With his tongue and lips paying close attention to my clit, and finger working in and out of my pussy, Shawn then wet a finger from his other hand with my juices and began to rub it against my asshole. As he pushed against my ass, I could feel my muscles relax allowing his finger to slip into my ass, sending me instantly into an orgasm. My legs tightened around his head, as I lost all control of my body. Shawn pushed his finger knuckle deep as my orgasm hit its peak. I could feel my pussy muscle constricting around his fingers, as he slowly removed them and stood to kiss me. 

As we kissed, I could taste myself on his tongue. My breathing still ragged, I slid off the hood of my car, and ran my hands over Shawn's chest, working my hands up to his shoulders and removed his shirt. With his shirt out the way, I begin to kiss his chest, taking his brown nipples in my mouth and sucking. My hands found their way across his stomach and to his pants, which I quickly unfastened. After unzipping his pants and working my hands inside, I found Shawn's dick and begin to massage it. I was almost shocked to find out Shawn didn't have on any underwear. 

But at this point it wouldn't have mattered if he wore any or not. I pushed his pants over his ass and watched them fall to his feet. I began to kiss and lick my way down Shawn's chest and stomach, as he stepped out of his pants and his shoes. On my knees in front of him, I could smell his scent, which was definitely different from my husband. It was a kind of musky, manly scent, which only increased my arousal. Shawn hard dick was within inches of my face. I could only stare at first, comparing it to the size to the other dicks I had had. I told Shawn his dick was definitely bigger and longer than anything I had ever had in my mouth, and first the first time in a while he said something. He smiled and told me to suck it, which I did. In fact, I tried to swallow it. I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. My hand diligently stroked the part I couldn't swallow. 

Shawn grabbed the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth. I hadn't given a blowjob since before my husband began to have his erectility problem. But, I was working Shawn's dick for all I was worth. I could feel droplets of my saliva roll down my chin as his dick moved in and out of my mouth. I gripped his tight, black ass to steady myself as he moved his dick in and out of my mouth. The taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue, as I pushed him deeper down my throat. After, a while I could sense Shawn was going to cum, so I removed him from my mouth and stroked his shaft, and continued stroking it as I stood up. 

As I got to my feet, Shawn began to kiss me again. Our lips interlocked, Shawn eased me back on the hood of the car. I felt his dick brush against my thighs and pussy, and the anticipation of having him inside of me, began to drive me crazy. I could the night air on my wet pussy, as he stood there ready to place his dick inside of me. I reached between my legs, taking Shawn dick in my hand guiding him to my pussy. Rubbing his dick up and down my slit, I flinched each time it touched my erect clit. As the head of his dick slipped into me, I could feel my muscles tighten around it, gripping him. 

After years of having no more than couple of fingers inside me, I could feel how each inch of Shawn's dick slipped into my pussy, stretching it. My body tensed as the rest of his dick suddenly slipped into my pussy, surprising me, as his nuts slapped against my asshole, his body pushed against my stomach, forcing a moan out of my throat. Shawn seemed to enjoy the look on my face, because he just stood there for a second and looked at my face, before he began thrusting in and out of me. His initial thrusts were shallow, with just the head of his dick slipping in and out of my pussy. I threw my pelvis up to meet his thrust, but this only made him tease me more. 

I was growing frustrated with Shawn's teasing, when he pushed himself as deep as he could go inside of me, thrusting in and out of my wet pussy, beginning slow but quickly picking up the pace. My clit tingled every time his body slapped against mine. Faster and harder he went, seemingly punishing my pussy, yet it felt so good. Gripping his black ass, I held on for what seem like my life. My body felt the warm sensation deep inside of it start again, as Shawn started to grind against me, pressing his nappy black pubic hairs against my reddish-brown bush. I could feel every ripple and vein on his dick, as my pussy gushed, then gripped him. My mouth opened and for a while no sound could escape. My orgasm hit it's apex, and soon Shawn's name spilled from my lips. 

My head was still spinning, when I felt Shawn begin to remove his from my pussy. I could feel the gaping hole his dick left, as it slipped out of my pussy, and his hands grabbed my ass. Shawn pulled me closer to him, turning me over and placing my feet on the ground in front of him. I spread my legs for him to enter me from behind. I could feel his dick head as it brushed against my asshole on the way inside my pussy. Shawn slammed himself inside of me and let out a deep breath. Bending over and placing my hands on the tire of my car, and my head again the fender, I allowed him to have all of me. I could hear myself telling Shawn to fuck my pussy, as his balls slapped against my clit. 

Shawn began to fuck me harder, as his hands gripped tighter on my waist. I could hear his moaning get louder, and his pace increased, as I begin to thrust my ass out at him. My body began to move on it's on and I could feel an orgasm begin to rise deep from with in again. Shawn's dick seem to pulsate inside of me as the first shot of his cum, blasted from his dick splattering against my pussy walls, quenching the fire that had been burning there, and pushing me over the edge. I could feel my legs wobble beneath me as I fell against the hood of my car. My pussy clenching tightly around Shawn's dick as a second and then third shot of his hot seed spilled into me.



Artistic Touch Ch. 03



Driving home, the events of the night rambled through my head. It all seemed like a dream. Had I really just had sex with one of my former students or was it some form of hallucination. I was suddenly brought back to reality as some of the warm juices left from our encounter oozed it's way out of my still swollen vagina and onto the crotch of my panties. Stopping at the store to get some gas for my car, I caught myself staring at the young man across from me driving the Mustang. 

As I filled my car, I caught him staring back. The fluid that had just a few minutes ago felt so warm, now felt cool against my skin, as the night breeze passed through the fabric of my dress. Even that aroused me. Looking over my shoulder again I noticed the young man, who looked to be of college age, was still staring and begin to flirt. Just in time for his girlfriend to walk out the store and catch us. Getting in the passenger side, she shot me an evil glance as they pulled away. Walking in the store, I headed for the cooler, picked up a soda, and walked toward the counter. The woman behind the glass rang up my total, and asked me if that was all I wanted. Before I knew it, I'd answered "yes, and a pack of Marlboro Lights and a lighter". 

Sticking the key in the door, I thought more about the decisions I had made tonight. I couldn't believe that I'd slept with someone young enough to be my son and actually bought a pack of cigarettes after having quit over twelve years ago. What was this young man doing to me? Turning the knob, I thought about the consequences of tonight. What if my husband found out? Or the school? Or hell, I ended up with some kind of disease? I mean I didn't know who he'd slept with and I really didn't think about asking him to wear any protection. For all I knew I could end up pregnant. But at this point, I almost didn't care. Shawn had did something to me. He'd set free a part of me that hadn't seen the light in years. A part of me that lived and huddled about in the shadows of my candlelit bathroom, when no one was around. 

Hanging my keys on the key holder, I noticed that my husband had once again fell asleep on the sofa. I begin to wake him but decided that I'd leave him there for the time being. Walking up the stairs, I opened to door to our bedroom and noticed the blinking light on the answering machine. Fingering the play button, I begin to play back the days messages, as opened the door to the bathroom. I listened intently to the voices as I drew my bath water and begin to undress, half-way expecting to have received some sort of message from Shawn. As the messages came to an end with no message from Shawn, I continued my ritual of lighting candles and placing them around the tub, before adding my body wash and climbing into the bath tub. I reached over and turned the timer setting the duration on the jacuzzi, and slowly slipped, inch by inch, under the foaming water. 

My nipples begin to harden as the water from the jets pulsated against my skin. I reached over and grabbed my sponge, coating it with the tea tree oil body wash, lathering it up and begin to wash the back of my neck. I closed my eyes. The scent of the hazelnut candles was beginning to become intoxicating, as I ran the sponge over my rapidly hardening nipples. Concentrating on the feeling of the sponge against my skin, I begin to imagine that it was Shawn's hands caressing my nipples. Had I found something new? I usually never thought about anybody while masturbating, it was just a way to release some of the built up tension from the day but just the thought of Shawn almost brought me to a climax. 

Wanting to see how intense the feeling could get, I eased the sponge down toward my aching pussy and begin to tease myself by gently brushing it against my inner thighs. Taking my free hand I begin to lightly pinch, twist, and pulling on my now sensitive nipples. I imagined Shawn lips barely parting my pubic hairs with his lips, as he worked his way down to my now throbbing clit. Using the corner of the sponge I begin to stroke my hardened clit, slowly making circles around it, then gradually increasing the pace. I could almost still smell him on me, as I begin flicking the tip of my finger against my nipple, which brought me to a small orgasm. I closed my eyes tighter, trying to remember every inch of his ebony frame, how the sweat dripped off his forehead and on to my body, how his nuts tapped my clit in a cadenced, almost rhythmic beat. I let out another sigh as yet an additional wave of orgasms took over my body, causing me to unconsciously close my thighs around my hand and the sponge. 

Turning over in the tub, I climbed up on my hands and knees. My orgasm felt empty but yet intense. I could picture Shawn walking in catching me in the tub, rubbing my clit, as my reddened nipples brushed across the cold, wet porcelain. I could feel the jet of water pulsating on my thighs, as I dipped my ass underwater. The stream of water became a fluid vibrator, pulsing against my clit, which almost sent me through convulsions, as my body once again exploded. I settled back onto the jet, feeling the water fill me. I could see almost touch Shawn in my fantasy now, as I moaned, and reached back with my free hand and begin rubbing my clit. I could feel it building. It had been building ever since I begin. It begin deep in my womb like a small ripple but quickly grew like a tsunami. 

As the warm, refreshing feeling of the fountain of water inside me bubbled, I begin to stroke my clit faster, and let my middle finger ever so slightly slide into my outer lips. I couldn't hold back any further, as I thrust my hips back toward the jet and prepared myself to ride this wave that would surely drain me. I could here the water splashing, as the ride begin, my heart beat quickened, almost to the point of being audible, as the warm feeling begin to build, almost akin to a nuclear explosion. I could feel my heart beat travel all over my body. Just as I felt someone touch my face. 

Opening my eyes, I see my husband standing in front of me, almost in disbelief. I'm sure he never knew seen me like this, but it was too late. My back arched as the impending blast detonated sending shards of heat through my arms and legs into my fingers and toes. I could feel the heat flow over my face and the euphoria, begin to set in. How was I going to explain this too him? What was this boy doing to me? 



Artistic Touch Ch. 04



It had been almost two years since that day in May. I hardly thought about it. Truth to the matter is I denied it even happened. In my mind the whole episode with Shawn had been a fabrication of my subconscious mind. A daydream of sorts, one that seemed so real I could almost smell the scents and feel the touches. That fantasy had actually helped my marriage, so I couldn't forget it in it's entirety. Though, I knew I'd slept with him, I had to keep telling myself it was just a dream. Sometimes, I confused my own self, and I know I must have confused my husband. 

After I'd opened my eyes, it was too late. He'd already seen too much. He later told me that he hadn't heard me, but had came in the bathroom to pee, and only been standing there a couple seconds. We both didn't say anything about the incident for a couple weeks. Finally, when we talked he asked if he could do anything to help. I asked him to spend more time with me and think about my needs. He did for a couple months and then fell back into his pattern. However, he wasn't as bad this time. He spent a lot more time than he did in the past, but it still wasn't what I needed. What did I need?

Right now, I needed to get the hell out of Wal-Mart. Looking back, I could see him flipping through a magazine, in an almost childlike mannerism. I almost hated to break the trance he was in and let him know I was finished checking out. I was beginning to believe that he only went shopping with me to appease me. Grocery shopping wasn't one of the highest things on the priority list of most men, and judging by the way he thumbed through that magazine, the same was true for him. We put the bags in the cart and made our way out of the automatic doors. I was so busy checking the receipt to make sure the cashier hadn't charged me twice for any of the items, that I didn't notice him. Before my eyes could even distinguish his facial features, my ears verified his voice. The utterances off his lips was enough to make my stomach drop. It was too late, he'd spoke. 

As I stood there watching them chat, I felt distant, as if I was watching the conversation through a window. I watched as Shawn would laugh and joke, my husband amused by his charm would join in. That's when I noticed it. It almost made me shiver. The menacing grin across Shawn's face as he commented about how good I looked. I watched as he looked me up and down, right there in front of my husband. The look in his eye was reminiscent of a velociraptor stalking it's prey. I watched helplessly as my husband invited him to the cookout we were having during the afternoon and then was betrayed by my own body, as my lips agreed. 

Standing directly across from him, I sipped on a margarita, watching him work his magic on most of our guest. Shawn was always had a type of majestic allure about himself. Being that he'd painted portraits for most of our neighbors and the fact that he was now serving in the military, also added to his charisma. I decided to spare myself, the feeling of resentfulness, so I begin bringing the rest of the food out. As I walked in the kitchen and grabbed the bowl of potato salad I, begin to examine my emotions. Why was I feeling jealous? I mean, I didn't really want him. At least, that's what I told myself. But the sheer reality of him talking to other women from around the neighborhood, who were single or divorced, brought up sensations that I hadn't dealt with in several years. I knew that I couldn't have Shawn, but didn't want any of those bitches having him either. But why?

Although I'd been inside for about ten minutes, the scene hadn't changed. They were all gathered around the grill listening to him tell his stories about the Far East. Shawn even had my husband and the other spouses spell bound. I figured I'd break the trance and announced the food was ready. Everybody looked around but soon tuned back into his story as he wound it down. He glanced my way for a second, making eye contact. His glimpse seemed to scrutinize my emotional and physical state, looking for vulnerability or any weakness, which he could later twist and contort, to get to me. Just as quick as it had begin, it ended and he finished up his conversation. 

I was proud of myself, I hadn't shown any frailty, but met his gaze and challenged him to find a chink in my armor. I could sense him watching me as I walked off, but could care less. I made my way over to my husband who was back on the grill, finishing up, and planted a kiss on his lips. I just hoped it hadn't looked as fake as it felt. It just didn't feel right for some reason. But I didn't care, I had to look strong. I let him know I was going in to change out of the clothes I'd spent most of the morning cooking in, and walked into the house. 

I had just got out of the shower, and dried off. Looking at my body, I felt sexy. Even though, Shawn was out of my system, something about having him around made me feel provocative. Wiping the steam off the mirror, I inspected my body. Taking one foot and placing it up on the edge of the toilet lid, I begin to run my fingers across my cropped tresses. The feeling of my digit barely brushing against them sent shudders throughout my body. I thought to myself, what was I doing? Was I falling back into the same rut that had nearly gotten me in trouble the first time? Was Shawn the reason? I felt like I needed a release before I could step back out and look in his face again. But would he be able to sense it? Hell, I didn't care. Reaching over, I turned the latch locking the door, recalling the last time I'd left the door unlocked. It would only take a minute or two because I knew my body. 

Stepping out the bathroom, I walked over to the window and looked down over the backyard. The sun had set now, and the citronella torches had been lit all around the pool. I could make out bodies gathered together in discussion. The light from below faintly lit the dark room, as the draft from the vent teased my naked body. Turning away from the window, I picked up a pair of khakis off the bed and slowly slid them up my legs and over my ass. I loved the way this pair fit. I wore them more than any of my other pants. I almost gained confidence when I put them on because of the way they followed the contour of my ass, which made my hips look more delectable. I knew I was going need all the confidence I could muster with Shawn around. Walking over to the armoire, I searched for the perfect blouse to finalize the ensemble. Standing there with the doors open, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. Glancing over my shoulder, I expected to see my husband, but instead I was staring into Shawn's eyes. 

I wanted to scream, from the mere fact that the person behind me wasn't who I thought it would be. For some odd reason at first it didn't bother me who it was, until I realized that I was standing there in my bra. I quickly tried to turn my back and cover my breast, but Shawn grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the armoire. I wanted to scream, but yet in some carnal way, I was enjoying it. His lips touched mine and sent a warm sensation through the rest of my body. Instinctively my body thrust again him, as if by reflex, and I begin grinding against his leg. My unchecked lust commandeered my sensibility, as his long, black fingers slipped down the front of my pants, clumsily making they're way through the mesh of materials, before finding they're mark. Dampness instantly ensued, the scent of my own pussy pushed me further away from the stronghold of determination I had earlier. 

As he pulled his fingers from my quivering lips, and pushed me toward the window, overlooking the backyard, I pondered on the idea of maybe I wanted this. Maybe, I had feigned the strength I had prior to today's events, always secretly wanting him to come back and ravish me. At that point, I decided to not ruin the moment by thinking too much, and greedily begin to undo my pants, sliding one leg out of them. While still bent over Shawn moved in behind me. His dick easily slipped between my lips, stretching me, producing that good type hurt. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me upright, his body weight driving me against the cool wall. I could feel my nipples harden again the drywall, as I pushed my ass back to met his thrust. I could feel his dick tunneling between my ass cheeks, before plummeting back down into my gaping pussy, my face hard-pressed against the still, warm, glass window. 

Looking out of the window, I could still see them gathered around the pool. My feet begin to inch apart, as I lost traction on the carpet. Shawn's flat stomach colliding with my ass, made clapping sounds, which caused me to cum for the third time in just minutes. He begin to gently bite the back of my ears, the feeling of his breath on the microscopic hairs on my ear lobe caused my back to arch deeper, allowing him full access to me. I could faintly make out his moans, as he begin to nibble on the back of my neck, my own whimpers begin to become more audible. Placing a hand over my mouth, he attempted to muffle my cries, as his thrust begin to quicken, I could feel his dick begin to swell. Which pushed me onto a new plateau, my pussy tightening it's grip on his dick. I could feel another orgasm building. 

My legs begin to give way, as my energy begin to dwindle. Shawn wrapped his arms under mine and held me steady, as he continued to pound. His sperm finally spilled out of the head of his dick and into my waiting pussy, before he pulled out and shot a couple strands of cum on my back. As I looked back at him, I could feel his dick begin to shrink, and the mixture of my juices and his semen begin to seep down my thigh. I leaned back and kissed his lips, with the last little bit of energy I had. 

As he tiptoed his way back downstairs and out the front door, I smiled. I hadn't been out the shower for five minutes, and already had to take another one. All I could think was look what that boy has done to me.



Artistic Touch Ch. 05



What had he done to me? It was hard to believe that he was the same student who initially walked in my classroom. Back then, Shawn was just another football player and I was just beginning to notice his artistic talent. He was shy and wasn't very vocal. However, as the year passed and he moved into my second year class, he became more sociable. His confidence had definitely blossomed during the summer. To the point that I was shocked when I saw him talking to one of the girls in the class. They took to each other well and before the year was out, she'd completely brought him out of his shell.

Her name was Monica Allen and she was one of the sweetest things in my class. too bad she didn't have the creative talents to go along with her sweetness. As the year progressed and she moved into her senior year, her and Shawn began dating. By the time she was into her senior year, they were the ideal couple. So much so, that Shawn decided to paint a portrait of her, for free. This is where the story truly begin, because Shawn work usually wasn't free. He'd painted portraits of several of my neighbors and they're babies. Last time I checked, he charged upwards to three-fifty for a portrait of one person. 

So you're probably wondering what does this have to do with me? Well, let me tell you. Shawn was one of only six student who made the cut for my third year class. This was my Studio Arts class, which was a college-level AP courses, that allowed the student to have the opportunity to earn credit or advanced standing at most of the nation's colleges and universities. Being that this was a relatively new course, the school administration didn't feel the need to block out two periods of class for only a handful of students. So I allowed my students to come back during one of my break periods to work on some of their pieces. At first no one showed, which I didn't mind, because I usually used that time to read up on my favorite erotica, occasionally stroking myself to a climatic end. However, after a month or so a few students begin to show. Shawn was one of the only ones who would take advantage of this. It was about this time that he began the portrait of Monica. 

While my students were working on their project, I would sit at the computer and scroll through the stories on Literotica. From time to time, I would find a story that would be genuinely interesting. There was something about the way the stories played out. I could easily imagine myself being one of the characters. Like I would have a problem imagining that anyways, I had a vivid imagination. It was no problem getting into the characters frame of thought, as I would let my hand slid under my skirt. Then begin teasing my clit through the silken fabric of my panties. All while trying to remain my casual composure. 

It was on one of those day, during the winter, when my life changed. I'd read dozens of erotic stories about interracial sex, but had never seen a black penis, except in books or on television. After lunch as usual Shawn and Monica showed. The number of students who took advantage of this time had slowly dwindled. Sitting in the computer, I searched through several stories by this writer, Blackzilla. After glancing around the room noticing that the room was completely empty except for Shawn and Monica, who were on the other side of a divider, separating my cubicle from that side of the classroom. The classroom was divided into three separate parts, due to the fact that I had two separate classes going on at a time. I had my cubicle and desk set up at the front, blocked from the prying eyes of most of my first year students, who had the aft part of the classroom. I shared the forward half of the class with my advanced student, who used easels and such. My way of keeping an eye on them while I graded papers and artwork was a system of mirrors, I had set up. It was through one of these mirrors where I saw my first black dick.

I had really gotten into the story, sliding my zipper down as quietly as I could, and pulling my panties to the side. Sometimes, I laughed at the plot behind the stories, but this one really had me. I begin pinching and rubbing my clit, caressing it as I pulled it, trying to keep my whimpers muffled. I was beginning to get frustrated, due to the fact I couldn't quite reach the spot to push me over. I begin to consider going to the ladies room at the end hallway, and finishing what I begin, in the last stall. Turning to get out of my chair I caught a glimpse of something in my eye. Looking in the mirror, I could see Monica's back facing me, her arm pumping up and down on one of the largest dicks, I'd ever seen. Hell, I'd only seen four. 

Leaning back against my chair and spreading my legs farther, and begin to go through some of the details from stories I'd read. I considered walking over and watching, but I knew that would probably scare them, and they'd stop. So, I begin stroking my clit faster, running my fingers between the folds of my pussy. I could smell my own scent begin to rise, and I arched my fingers deeper into my pussy, using my thumb to tease my now swollen clit. I knew now that I was going to cum, it was just now a matter of when. I focused on the mirror, matching my flicks and finger movements, with her strokes. I could almost smell his manly scent, and longed to be closer, or at least be able to close my eyes and imagine what I would do with him. 

Watching her speed up the pace, both of them oblivious to my watching, I waited for him to cum. My pussy wet from the excitement that I could feel the moisture creep down my inner thigh and over my ass, wetting my pants. I watched as she leaned over and briefly took him in her mouth, constantly watching the door for any movement. After a couple more strokes, I watched as a streamer of cum erupted from the head of his dick, followed by several more. 

My pussy gripped at my fingers, still missing that fullness that it needed. I quickly zipped my pants and unlocked my file cabinet to pull out my bullet vibrator, so that I could go to the restroom. As I got up from my desk, my chair rolled back and hit the wall, I watched as they hurried to cleaned up the evidence. I knew then that I'd never have an opportunity to have Shawn's dick, because it would be wrong, me a married woman, and him being one of my students. So I resorted to making up my own fantasies of me and him, using my own "Artistic Touch".