2 comments/ 26091 views/ 4 favorites Reasoned Alibis By: Stardog Champion The day thus far had gone ideally for 42 year old Lila Mendez. A math teacher at one of San Diego's public high schools, she'd been teaching advanced Algebra and Geometry for the better part of a decade. While her job did entail some daily stress and frustration, she counted herself lucky she dealt mainly with students on a college track instead of some of the more rambunctious youth many of her cohorts encountered. Considering the demographics of the area, many of those 'incorrigible' kids happened to be of Hispanic descent, and as a second generation Mexican-American herself, Lila had a great deal of sympathy for their plight. Many of those kids didn't have the same built in advantage she'd been blessed with however. Having two involved parents was a supreme blessing, each of whom holding down several jobs at a time during her adolescence to keep Lila and her siblings not only fed, but free to chase the American Dream. Given the breakdown of the modern family, not to mention the economic plight hitting Southern California even harder than most other parts of the country, there was an increasing amount of students from single parent households, and many of those parents were having harder times finding work. All that led to an increase in gang activity in the area which left the neighborhood Lila had lived in all her life not quite so quaint. The kids she dealt with on a regular basis had thankfully escaped much of the fallout, but it wasn't hard to look out of her classroom window and see the taggings spray painted in several places to know the wolves were ever present at the door. As depressing as contemplating the future could have been, Lila took a great deal of joy and refuge in the students she sent off to college every Summer, knowing with most of them the future was in very good hands. While she derived unspeakable pride in her work in the classroom, Lila had also been spending the previous few years taking grad school courses part time at night to get her Masters in Educational Administration. While she could certainly see herself teaching until retirement, there was something constantly gnawing at Lila that she could make more of a difference helping make policy instead of daily homework assignments. The fact that her Husband's lawn care business had taken off in recent years made grad school much easier to swing, and for the first time in her life, even with one daughter already in college and another only a year away, finances really weren't a constant source of concern. Basically killing time in her classroom until she had to take her youngest daughter home from soccer practice at 5, Lila meandered through the room, straightening the desks from the group project during the last period and thinking about what she was going to fix for dinner when she got home. Looking down at her watch, she noticed it was a quarter after 4. "You could go out and watch the rest of practice down by the gym," Lila presented herself that option but it was a little overcast and the mid Fall breeze did have a little nip to it by San Diego standards. Having just gotten over a cold, Lila decided to stay in her classroom and get some busywork done on her laptop. Besides, her Daughter, as with most of the kids on the team, hated when a parent showed up to watch practice while the coach was yelling at all of them. The only real sound at that late hour inside the school was generally the occasional janitor going up and down the hall. Over the years Lila had pretty much trained herself to tune all of that out, the classroom was her domain and there was nowhere she felt safer. That said, lost in the spreadsheet on the screen, Lila didn't even realize a young man was standing in the doorway for several seconds until he cleared his throat. The flashing cursor on the laptop's screen suddenly became the only movement in the room when Lila looked up and froze. Waiting for the feeling to return to her lips, Lila finally managed the wherewithal to croak, "...Hello.....Luis," to the young man standing no more than 15 feet away. It was a rare week that went by that at least one of Lila's former students didn't drop by, or email to say hi. Usually the visitors were students she had great relationships with. Seeing Luis standing there staring back with an intensity she'd never been comfortable with, Lila realized this may have been her first encounter with the opposite scenario. Lila had seen literally thousands of young men and women pass through her class over the years. There were a handful that left her with more unease than Luis Moralis, but not many. He'd been in her 12th grade Algebra class three years earlier if memory served, and from her best re-collection he'd gone cross town to the University of San Diego after graduation. That was the last she'd saw of him. With so many students coming and going each year, Lila vaguely remembered something coming up during the tail end of his Senior year, but she couldn't get her brain to immediately process back that far. "It couldn't have been that big of a deal," she assured herself as she stared up at him standing in the doorway. While there wasn't on first glance any hint of anger or hostility in Luis' gaze, the longer Lila looked, the more she absorbed the growing blankness of his stare. "Luis...this is certainly a surprise.....come in," she offered, the words leaving a bitter aftertaste as soon as they left her mouth. As if waiting for his former teacher to grant him permission to enter, Luis nodded then took a step forward, closing the door to the room behind him in the process. Any sense of control Lila felt evaporated when she heard the door shut. "Oh..don't worry Mrs. Mendez...just didn't want the janitors with those big floor buffers in the hall to interrupt us," Luis smiled even though the gesture never seemed to reach the unsheathed daggers of his dark brown eyes. Luis' words were basically a jumble of sound in Lila's ears as she coiled in her office chair. A chill rippling down her spine, all Lila could focus on were the ivory white shine of his grinning teeth, and the large yellow business envelope sealed in his right hand. Her legs suddenly feeling like two bags of wet sand, Lila couldn't even push her chair backwards as the 21 year old former student approached her desk. Like a slow loading file opening in her memory bank, Lila desperately tried processing everything she could about the young man now standing directly above her. The closer Luis got, the more her memory of him filtered back. He was quite sharp, a very intelligent young man, but one who seemed to fancy using his gifts of knowledge and charm more for manipulation than good. She remembered him as an above average student, but also one that didn't like to be challenged. Spoiled was one word that always came to mind when she interacted with him. Lila also recalled that he was quite the ladies' man in high school and how her stomach always rolled when many of the more naive girls fell for his act. Of course at that age, bravado, even if it is false, usually does the trick. Remembering all that about Luis didn't provide an ounce of re-assurance for Lila as she wondered why he was standing in her room three years after leaving, with the door closed behind him. "Don't forget there's that panic button they installed under all the teacher's desks," a voice in Lila's head reminded. The school board had approved those buttons in each high school classroom after a shooting in the district a year earlier, but Lila was not about to reach down and press it. The last thing she wanted to do was make a mountain out of a molehill, and with the system being wired not only into the office, but the 911 system as well, that seemed quite extreme for handling one of her former students that happened to show up unannounced. Besides, this was her classroom and the she wasn't about to show any weakness or loss of control. Just in case, Lila steadied herself and pushed away from her desk before standing up. Strolling as casually as she could towards the far side of the room, Lila could feel the weight of the young man's stare as he pivoted in the spot he was standing, the large envelope in his hands still draped in front of his chest as if begging her to ask about it's contents. "Maybe its just his resume or a job application and he's just looking for a reference," Lila tried convincing herself as that yellow square in his hand seemed to take on a life of it's own. "Last time I was in this room...we didn't end on such good terms," Luis offered, his tone so dry Lila couldn't tell if he was being accusatory or apologetic. Once again she found herself riffling through her dusty brain cells trying to call up how Luis' Senior year had ended. In a dam burst, it all started to come back to her. There had been a whiff of a cheating scandal at the school that year. No one was ever caught, but Lila along with many of her fellow teachers noticed several abnormalities in their grading process as the year went on. Having tinkered with a computer program a college professor had developed to weed out such abnormalities, Lila was confronted with a significant shift in grades on that year's finals. While she liked to think of herself as a good teacher who was able to increase a student's performance as the year went on, the spike between the mid-terms and final were troublesome. A cold exhale left Lila's body when she remembered Luis having one of the biggest spikes. While most of the exams showed anywhere from a 5 to 10 point improvement, Luis' final was over 25 points better than his midterm. Deciding she couldn't just single out a handful of questionable tests, Lila decided to give the entire class a second final. Most of the scores of the second exam fell within an acceptable range of the student's first score but Luis was one of the few that fell off drastically. Her only recourse was to take the grade on the second exam and add it to the final grades for each student. Luis could now see the fog beginning to lift in Mrs. Mendez's eyes as the past began to filter back to her. "You cheated on that exam," Lila said defiantly, knowing more than ever now her assumptions back then had been right. Luis said nothing. Simply dropping the envelope on the center of his former teacher's cluttered desk, he then turned and casually took a seat in one of the chairs that lined the front row. A couple of seconds of showdown type silence ensued until Luis spoke up. "Before you go over there and read what I brought...just a little background Mrs. Mendez," Luis put his hand out in a subtle halting motion when he sensed Lila's anxiousness to go over and grab the envelope from her desk. "The exam you said I cheated on...the one you made the entire class re-take...I don't know if you knew this or not but I had a scholarship riding through a charity group my parents were working with. Everything else was lined up. All I needed was a 3.5 GPA my Senior year and basically my Freshman year of college was taken care of." "I had it nailed with the grade on that first exam," he continued. "Then you go and give that make-up exam..making all these claims and assertions you couldn't prove knowing no one was in their right minds to take the second test. I would have had 3.5 covered without a problem with the first one...I got a D on the second one which left me with a 3.48." Luis could see Mrs. Mendez deflating like a tire in front of the window to his left as each word hit home. "I was still able to go to school...just finished my 3rd year across town at USD so things did work out...but all those loans...all those hours having to work part time..all the sacrifices the people around me had to make when I had a scholarship sitting on the table..I'd be lying Mrs. Mendez if I didn't say all of it still eats at me." "You cheated Luis..you know...I know..," Lila spat, her head darting forward causing the luxurious strands of her curly, jet black hair to flail around her head until Luis interrupted her. "There's no way you can prove it, Mrs. Mendez..you made a life altering decision on what you thought, not what you knew. What I brought with me in that envelope has facts...not assumptions," he calmly assured, nodding his head once again in the direction of the teacher's desk. Now Lila wasn't sure she wanted to see what was inside that sealed envelope. Looking over to the door to the class, she was sure she didn't see Luis lock it when he'd closed it. She knew she could make a run for it, and there certainly had to be a couple of janitors along with a smattering of teachers left on that wing if she called for help. There was the panic button still waiting under her desk that she was sure he didn't know about, and Heaven forbid, the mace she kept in her purse if worse came to worse. Any thought of making a mad dash to safety was quelled however by the fear of what he'd brought with him to show her. Seeing the furrow grow in his former teacher's brow, Luis leaned back in the desk to make himself comfortable, knowing Mrs. Mendez was lost in deep thought, trying to formulate her options. "Why didn't they go ahead and put those security cameras in each room like they promised," Lila muttered to herself, knowing it came down between the cameras and a 2% raise at the last budget meeting, and she, along with most everyone else, voted for the raise. With that she started the cautious walk away from the relative safety of the window where she could have called for help, to her desk sitting at the head of the room. ___________________________ The contents of the envelope were worse than anything she could ever imagine, in essence pulling the rug out from every facet of her neat and tidy existence. The three pieces of photocopied paper contained enough ammunition to send a wave of buckshot through her personal and professional life. Each page filled with a gobbly-gook of small print and legalese, Lila could tell from the highlighted sections doting the document why Luis had brought it for her to see. There were at least a half dozen mentions of her Husband and his landscaping company. Seeing Lila stagger as if she'd stepped into a pit of mental quicksand, Luis leaned forward in his seat allowing the full scope of the situation to descend on Mrs. Mendez's shoulders. "I'm thinking about going to law school after I finish my undergrad and I was lucky enough to land an internship for two months last Summer at one of the firms here in town," Luis started in a voice that was strangely melancholy and matter of fact. A tone that would grow in intensity however with each successive word. "I figured it would look good on a resume one of these days..but here's the funny thing....the more trust you gain in those circles, the more access you're allowed ...and idle minds do tend to wander. I was filing some old cases late one night and I came across some testimony for a Defendant the firm was working with. Some pretty bad stuff but the DA decided not to file charges because a lot of the witnesses couldn't seem to get their stories straight," Luis continued to patiently spin his yarn. "One of the names in the case file kept ringing a bell..This is Southern California so there are plenty of guys named Raul Mendez but I'd be willing to bet only one owns tree trimming and mowing business....and also happens to be married to you?" For her part, Lila just stood there beside her desk, looking almost like a woman struggling with amnesia, as if everything she thought she knew had been taken out to sea like a sandcastle ripped apart by a sudden tide. Forced suddenly to try and re-live every minute detail of the previous two years, Lila teetered in place as the three sheets of paper hung limply in her hands. In hindsight, there had been some shady characters hanging around Raul after he started the business, but he'd told her they were some guys he'd hired who were either down on their luck, illegals or out of prison looking for a fresh start. When she started noticing the business making a profit, Lila didn't really give any of it a second thought as long as he didn't bring a lot of those undesireables around the house. A traditionalist when it came to such matters, Lila tried not to mettle in her Husband's business dealings. Even with her background in math, she never once felt the urge to help with the books. Considering what she was looking at now, that may have been a mistake. >From what she could gather, Raul had gotten an influx of cash to start the company from one of the area's underground big-wigs in return for using the man's connections to supply some of his workforce, along with a percentage of Raul's profits. The fact that several of the competing firms in the area mysteriously went out of business during the time was also noted in the case file as well. Re-reading some of the highlighted quotes attributed to Raul, Lila appreciated why her Husband was understandably vague in the transcripts when it came to his business dealings. That hesitancy to come clean on Raul's part, among a handful of others, had been why the prosecutor's office decided to put the case on the back burner. While she definitely had a thing or two to bring up with her Husband over dinner later that night, of a more pressing concern was figuring out why one of her former students had brought this to her attention, and what he wanted to gain from it. "I don't have much money Luis..are you trying to blackmail me..why did you bring me this?" Lila spoke in barely a whisper as she shook the documents at him. "Money.....No Mrs. Mendez..I don't want any money," he replied before allowing several haunting chuckles to belch from his throat. "I just wanted you to see what real cheating was.......and to ask a favor." "Favor," the last word Luis said now rattled around Lila's taxed brain. Sliding out of his seat and taking two slow, methodical steps forward, Luis put his hands down on the edge of the teacher's desk and leaned in. Smelling the fear now mixing with the older woman's pleasant perfume, Luis tilted his gaze across the desk to meet hers. "I really don't want anything to happen with you and your family, Mrs. Mendez," he started with cool but heartfelt candor. "My guess is you didn't have a clue your Husband was involved with all of this..considering how strict you are about doing the right thing here in class, I can't believe you'd knowingly be party to such a thing in your own home." "Then what do you want?" Lila nearly pleaded as she dropped the transcript copies back down on top of the envelope. Luis didn't say a word as he stood upright. His eyes still locked on his former teacher standing pensively just a few feet away, Luis reached down and without looking, unzipped the fly of his jeans. Every drop of blood in Lila's face ran cold when she saw Luis' very forward, and seemingly well thought out gesture. Her weight swaying backwards on the black wedged heels until the blackboard behind her desk prevented her full collapse, Lila opened her mouth but not a single sound came out. Following every tick and facial movement Lila made, using some of the talents of non verbal perception that the lawyers at his internship had helped him with, Luis proceeded to unbutton the snap of his jeans as well. Trapped behind her desk with Luis blocking her path to the door, Lila knew she could still hit the panic button beneath her desk but she honestly didn't know if she could even get her arm to move that far. ".....You want to have sex with me Luis......to keep this secret?" she spoke up in a voice of incredulousness. "Sex...No...," Luis mocked. "I wouldn't want to tarnish the sanctity of you're marriage, Mrs. Mendez." "Then why are you standing there glaring at me with your pants unzipped," she wanted to scream but just turned her head in disgust. Reasoned Alibis "Then what do you want?" she sighed with exasperation a few breaths later, hating the weakness in her tone, as if it was a foregone conclusion now that she'd capitulate to whatever the young man wanted. "Just a little symbolic justice," Luis grinned before walking with his pants undone to the far side of his former teacher's desk. By shifting to his right, it did provide an alley for Lila to make a clear dash for the door if she wanted. Looking back down at the documents he'd brought, it was clear they were copies and only God (and Luis) knew how many more might be out there, and who's hands they were in. Looking back towards Luis and meeting his cock-sure and calculating gaze, Lila felt the knot of dread in her belly tighten as her options began to dwindle. "What do you want me to do?" she bowed her head and mumbled. For the briefest of instances, one that probably passed before Lila even caught it, a look of "I don't believe this actually worked" spread across Luis' face. Determined to seize the opportunity that had presented itself, Luis checked the door once more before taking another step towards Mrs. Mendez, this one leaving him within the distance of a good exhale. "Reach in my pants and pull my dick out," he told the woman he was now towering several inches over, those nine plainly spoken words hitting Lila like nine tons of bricks. "...But you said...you didn't want sex?" she stammered. "I guess it all depends on your definition," Luis nodded, dropping his hands down to his waist as if waiting for the teacher to do what he said. Like water eventually finding its mark, Lila's eyes begrudgingly settled on the crotch of Luis' pants. "You're staring straight at his unzipped fly," she chided herself, feeling the weight of her former student's stare, not to mention the satisfaction in each victorious breath he took. There was a visible ridge along the inside of his jeans, and if Lila's eyes didn't deceive her, it appeared to stir like a live animal just inside the black and white checkerboard pattern of his boxer shorts. "This isn't one of your students anymore," she tried convincing herself. "He's just a bad man on a very bad errand...an errand that's just stirred the silt up from your perfectly ideal life and now all the waters are muddied." As if attempting to stick her fingers closer to a pool full of alligators, Lila slowly extended her right hand towards Luis until she could feel the rough denim exterior of his jeans. Luis stood in place with his hands on his waist, his callous eyes burning in their sockets as the pressure of Mrs. Mendez fingertips came to rest on the front of his crotch. Seeing the rigid log of his manhood jump when she moved in that close, Luis extended his right hand out to the side and brought it gently down on the left hip of Lila's black dress slacks. "Now reach in and take it out," he leaned in and whispered. That close to a man other than her Husband for the first time in over 20 years, at her primal core Lila found herself attracted to the 21 year old staring down at her. As much as she hated to admit it, Lila found herself visually tracing the chiseled line of his jaw as well as floating in the glow if his intense and piercing eyes. Even the scent coming off of him caused something inside Lila to involuntarily stir. Wanting desperately to turn and run, there seemed to be some invisible constraint holding her back. When she finally did steal a peek down and saw Luis' right hand bracketed on her waist, Lila nearly melted on her feet. His most recent command still repeating inside her head, Lila folded her fingers into the fly of Luis' boxers until they brushed against the cylinder of warm flesh pulsing inside. Pulling such a large appendage from such a small opening would prove to be difficult. Spreading his feet wide on the floor, Luis' head tilted backwards in disbelief and he stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, absorbing the sensations of Lila's fingertips hesitantly scouring the smooth and tightly drawn skin of his erect manhood. Slipping his left hand down to join her right, Luis helped the older woman work his penis free. The air seeming to fizz as they stood between Mrs. Mendez's desk and the blackboard behind it, Luis could see Lila's eyes widen when his dick swung free. The blade of his phallus slicing through the air just above Lila's trembling hand, she was left somewhat stunned by the sheer size of it. Imagining how well her male students were endowed hadn't been something Lila thought much about during her two decades in front of a class, but given her Husband and the small number of other men she'd seen naked for various reasons over the years, what had just sprung from Luis' pants undeniably put the others to shame. Feeling the warmth rising from Luis' crotch encompassing her cold and clammy hand, Lila found herself swallowing hard as she gazed down at the jutting pipe of flesh rising proudly in front of him. He was uncircumcised as well, something Lila had never seen that close before. The shroud of his foreskin stretched all the way back, Lila felt her knees grow weak from the animalistic profile of the fully aroused girth. It was as if his penis matched his personality perfectly, and much to Lila's horror she couldn't peel her eyes away. Unfolding the fingers of Lila's right hand with his left, Luis gracefully closed her palm around the leather hued, vein laced shaft of his erection. "YESSSS," he gushed, the emotion in his voice fitting considering all the planning that went into that singular moment. "All I wanted was to feel that same hand that wrote that failing grade down three years ago to give me some pleasure in return," Luis whispered gently down into the nest of the teacher's curly black hair. Caressing his fingers tight around Lila's hand, Luis proceeded to manually help her jack his cock off. "What the Fuck are you doing?" the rapidly fading voice of reason screamed in Lila's head. That voice was barely audible however from the pounding rush of blood saturating her brain. The weight of Luis' prick was tangible in her hand, and Lila couldn't deny the quivering rush of adrenaline that coursed down her spine each time the thing jerked with life in her grip. Turning her head to keep from seeing the depraved act she was performing, not to mention the mocking look of joy in Luis' face, Lila allowed the young man to continue using his hand to pump hers back and forth across his dick. A minute or so into the ordeal, Lila realized that Luis' hand was once again down at his side, meaning she was doing the deed all on her own. The friction laced sound of her palm sliding up and down on Luis' penis filling the otherwise empty classroom, Lila could feel the first traces of pre-cum seeping from it's golf ball sized head, in essence greasing the skids as she continued to fondle him. His breaths growing shallower and much deeper, Lila eyes watered, and she felt a visceral reaction as Luis' virile excitement seeped from his pores. Then she felt something else, the warm and steady presence of Luis' right hand suddenly cupping the curve of her left breast through her blue silk dress shirt. Looking down in shock to see Luis' hand disappear inside the front of her black blazer, Lila's toes literally curled into the soles of her shoes feeling the young man's powerful hand groping her. "You know every guy you see wants to do this Mrs. Mendez..every boy in school..Hell every male member of the staff loved your tits..I know you can tell they're staring when you walk down the hall," she heard Luis say matter of factly through the fog in her head. The feminist in Lila hated to be assessed like nothing but a piece of raw sexual meat, but she couldn't deny the explosive concussion of volcanic heat that sizzled in her spine each time his pawing hand squeezed her ample endowment. "OOHHH..GOD," she couldn't help but mumble, looking down once again, just in time to see her nipple growing to the size of a fat grape, poking out the cup of her lacy bra. Her senses swooning, Lila head collapsed against Luis' muscular upper arm, the entire time blindly increasing the speed and urgency of her digital thrusts around his bulging dick. Keeping his grip cinched around Lila's left tit, Luis pinched her achingly protruding nipple repeatedly between his thumb and forefinger, while simultaneously using his left hand to brush the hair from his former teacher's eyes, just to see the way they boiled and glistened as she rutted against his shoulder. Feeling her knees gradually begin to knock against his shins, Luis had a sense that this was the first Lila had been touched in such a way in a very long time. Wrenching her wrist in a jagged, nearly inverse angle to keep pumping Luis' cock, Lila found herself equal parts aroused and horrified by her act of submission. On the verge of being completely sucked down into the vile bliss of her action, the hands of the clock hanging on the wall caught her attention. "20 minutes to Five," a tremor of dread corkscrewed through Lila's belly realizing she was supposed to meet her Daughter after soccer practice at the top of the hour. Every fiber of Lila's common sense begged to her break away and scamper for the door, but it was simply not to be. She'd become nothing more than a pool of languid syrup in Luis' hands, and now with the impetus of a deadline hanging over her, Lila franticly increased the pace of her manual thrusts until her hand was a blur scrubbing up and down on the entire length of his rigid stalk. It wasn't long before the urgent frequency of Luis' breaths intensified, and even with her limited experience in such endeavors, Lila sensed the young man was about to cum. When she felt his hips beginning to rotate in short, grinding circles, Lila prepared herself for the inevitable mucousy rush. Luis instead had other ideas. The hand he'd draped over Lila's left breast began a slow trek across her chest, first massaging her right breast several times, then working it's way up her arm, before finally coming to rest like a gentle grappling hook on the back of her neck. Seeing each of her nipples pointing like two erect beacons out from her chest, Lila felt Luis' five o' clock shadow brushing against her cheek as he leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Your hand felt better than I could have ever imagined down there," Luis complimented the numb woman below before planting an unexpected kiss just below her earlobe. A palpable gasp leapt from Lila's throat when she felt the young man's lips send chills down her back, stunned beyond measure that he had the audacity to kiss her. "I'm about to bust my nut," Luis then crudely interjected, "and the last thing I want to do is get it all over your pretty black clothes." "You've got a choice," he continued. " I could just pick you up right now and fuck you right on top of your desk..I could pull your pants down to your ankles..spread your legs wide and then fuck your brains out...and I don't think you'd lift a finger to stop me...or you could just get down there on your knees and take it that way?" Ten minutes earlier, the scenarios Luis just laid out would have sickened Lila to no end. Now she found herself squirming in his arms, itching at the prospect of either choice. "I'm married Luis...I can't..I....my...Husband....I...." she stammered, her protest rendered completely mute when Luis reached down without saying a word and cupped her pussy through the front of her tight fitting black slacks. "AAAAHHHHHH,' Lila wailed, swaying dizzily on her feet as her thighs instinctively his hand tighter against her rapidly moistening womb. "Yeah..I could pick you up and fuck you right there on the desk..No Problem," Luis looked down at her and assured. "I get the sense though from the way you keep staring at the clock that you have somewhere to be. The last thing I want to do is take you away from anything important...why don't you just drop down on your knees and do what you have to, Mrs. Mendez..and I'll be gone." Giving her pussy another squeeze for affect before letting it go, Luis eased his dick free from the grip of Lila's right hand before ushering her down to the floor. ________________________________ What a suddenly different perspective Lila had of her classroom, if not life in general. Mrs. Mendez had the run of that particular classroom for nearly a decade, and she'd seen literally hundreds of students come and go. Some would leave her with a wonderful sense of accomplishment, many would at least leave with her respect, then there were others that for various reason would leave with her disappointment. To find herself on her kneeling on the floor behind her desk at one of those latter student's feet, the bulbous head of his uncircumcised cock bobbing just inches in front of her face was just too much for Lila's conscience to process. Knowing she had to meet her Daughter in less than 15 minutes, she faced the horrible thought of what if practice let out early and Sylvia didn't see her Mom waiting, what if she decided to come to the classroom to meet her? Lila's only option was to take the boy's dick in her hand and do what she had to do. Once she had it braced between her fingers however, she wasn't quite sure if she could handle the physical logistics of the operation. Even with her fingers stretched all the way apart, Lila still couldn't get her entire hand around the endowment Luis had been blessed with. How on Earth was she going to get the thing into her mouth? Unhinging her lips as far as she could, Lila closed her eyes and looked somewhat comical trying to insert the granite slab of Luis' erection into her mouth. Even without looking up, Lila could hear the rabid sigh of satisfaction shoot from Luis' lips just before both his hands came to rest on the top of her head. The first part of the deed was now done, his dick was wedged snug on her palate. "You were the one so disgusted at the way girls threw themselves at Luis back in school," Lila's brain cried. "Now here you are kneeling at his feet....giving him a ......," she couldn't even finish the sentence in her head without feeling a healthy dose of self loathing. "And don't forget about the janitors," the worrisome part of her mind serendipitously reminded. "You know none of these classroom doors are ever supposed to be shut after hours..what's gonna happen when one of them comes down the hall and opens it up then sees you kneeling there in such a compromising position?" "I guess you'd just have to suck his dick too," the snide part of her internal circuitry sniped. Her only choice was to steady herself on her rickety, dress slack clad knees and do the best she could. On every level, Luis found himself amazed by the eagerness, and frankly the aptitude of his former teacher's efforts. In all honesty, it had been years since she'd given that special pleasure to a man. That little sad tidbit may have played a role in the half dozen or so affairs Raul Mendez had taken part in during their marriage. While she certainly didn't have a doubt about his rampant infidelities, Lila didn't have concrete proof either. As strange as it sounds, part of Lila didn't want to have it. Having all that dirty laundry come out would have certainly rocked the boat of her ideal life. The kids were great, money wasn't an issue and her professional life was splendid. That little document Luis had brought with him had cracked the veneer of her idyllic existence, and that was the reason she gave herself, at least consciously, for why she was on her knees doing what she was doing. Even with the limited experience of her giving head, Lila could tell from the way the muscles in Luis' legs jerked, along with the growing urgency of his breaths that she was doing it right. When he began rotating his hips in slow churning circles, forcing the blunt sausage of his phallus deeper down her already stuffed mouth, Lila knew (or at least prayed) he was on the verge of orgasm. Before he came however, Luis did something that made Lila's task just a little less easy. Looking straight down at the unfathomable sight of his former Algebra teacher kneeling below, one of her hands wrapped around the back of his knee for support, and the other encircling the base of his now saliva drenched cock, Luis gently rubbed his thumb across the rouge covered flesh of Lila's left cheek. "It would probably be red enough without the make-up given her current circumstance," he thought whimsically to himself. But when he looked a little deeper, Luis also saw something else in the older woman's eyes as she struggled to accommodate his manhood. Given the number of girls he'd been with over the years, Luis recognized it immediatly. A distinct, but ever so subtle glow of desire and want sparkling through the cobwebs of Mrs. Mendez's distant gaze. Out of nowhere, Luis suddenly filled with a benevolent urge to share some of the pleasure with Lila that she was bringing him. Easing his right foot forward, Luis snuck the toe of his brown leather boot between Lila's crouched thighs until he had it positioned just right. "AAARRRPPHHHAAAHHH," Lila's breath whooshed against Luis groin the instant he raised his foot against the center of her crotch. "Thought so...She's soaked down there," he nodded his internal approval before repeating the process of pressing the unforgiving tip of the boot's steel toe gently upwards against her sopping wet pussy, each time resulting in another muffled shriek from Lila's burning lungs. Easing his thumb up Lila's cheek, Luis brushed it across the woman's sweat laced temple before sliding all five of his fingers through Lila's thick hair. Massaging her scalp several times as he tilted her head back, making sure he had a perfect view of her entire face, Luis jabbed his foot upwards once more just to see the tide of sensation ripple through Lila's flared eyes. "Go ahead, Mrs Mendez...... touch yourself down there if you have to," Luis offered with the same stoic emotion as one person would offering another a cookie. Even though her mouth was chalk full, Lila's ears were working just fine, and she hated the tone of Luis' words as they rained down. The invitation of those words however left her with a painfully pressing dilemma. What he was doing to her groin with his foot was causing what amounted to a lightning storm to course through ever fiber of her body each time he did it. In the most clinical of senses, having gone as long as she had without another person showing any interest in that part of her body, Lila couldn't help responding to what Luis continually kept doing down there. If something feels good, eventually the flesh responds. If it was simply a physical manifestation of her repressed and unfulfilled desires, on a certain level Lila could forgive herself for what was about to happen next. Sadly, it was something much deeper. How could a man his age just saunter into her room, a man that had been a former student in fact, and within 20 minutes of walking in, have her kneeling down on the floor at his feet? "Its all about those three sheets of paper on your desk," she tried convincing herself. "He could go to the Principal..or the Superintendant..or anybody...how could they sleep well at night knowing one of their teacher's was married to a man waist deep in what amounts to modern day organized crime..how could I ever get an administration job with that hanging over me..much less keep this one?" Still, as Lila contemplated the harsh possibilities if Luis used that privileged information against her, that knot of dread that had been tightening in her belly was suddenly gone. A sereneness she'd never quite experienced was now flowing like a mountain stream through her. Reasoned Alibis "Is this what it feels like when you're dying?" she found herself wondering. Before she knew it, Lila's right hand slipped from the support beam of Luis left leg and dropped straight down to her lap. Somehow continuing to swirl and bathe her tongue over the choking presence of Luis' huge penis, Lila slapped her fingers across the front of her pants as if a colony of fire ants had crawled inside. Bouncing her crotch up and down on top of Luis' boot for any shred of relief, it was clear she was on the verge of going insane. Brushing his fingers tenderly though the thicket of Lila's hair, Luis rubbed the beads of perspiration from her forehead until his gaze locked squarely on hers. "Just unbutton your pants Mrs. Mendez..stick your hand inside and do what you have to..no one has to know except for me and you...," he licked his tongue around his lips and smiled. Once again hating the nonchalant, some would even say patronizing tone of Luis' voice, Lila hated even more the ease in which she gave in to his offer. Fumbling blindly to unsnap her pants, eventually she was able to pry apart the button and grab the tab of her zipper. Manically tugging it down about halfway, Lila created enough room to do what she needed to do. For the first time since he'd entered the room and initiated the encounter, Luis felt himself growing lightheaded when he looked down and saw Ms. Mendez's hand disappear inside her pants. Instantly hearing the sound of her fingertips descend through the wetness between her legs, Luis' eyes sparkled seeing the white lace of her panties along with the curly, midnight black wisps of Lila's pubic fleece. His dick throbbing mightily inside her gorged mouth, Luis began lurching his hips forward until he was rhythmically fucking the teacher's face as she dithered with herself below. Trying to delay his gratification for as long as he could, Luis reached down with his free hand and clamped it over the fingers Lila was using to support the base of his cock in her mouth. Slowly feeding the length of it between the older woman's lips, Luis would rock all the way backwards until the slick ring of his foreskin was visible before plunging his manhood all the way forward so that the head of it tickled the back of Lila's churning throat. His knees beginning to buckle as the cum boiling inside his balls made its slow roll to the surface, Luis combed his meaty fingers through Lila's scalp, admiring the studious way she simultaneously pleasured herself as well as him. Seeing the visible traces of the teacher's arousal coating her fingers as she dabbed and darted them in and out of her pants, Luis worked his boot all the way beneath Lila's crotch, basically using his foot like a jack, along with her own buried hand, to sandwich her frothing pussy. Feeling the rush of air blasting repeatedly from her nostrils, Luis could only imagine the pressure that was building inside the woman kneeling below. Keeping the grip on her head steady as he sawed his dick in and out of her mouth, Luis stared down with the anxiousness of a man watching his 100:1 shot at the Derby approaching the finish line, waiting for Mrs. Mendez to finish herself off. Perched in the position she was on her knees, it basically served as a launch pad for Lila as the tremors of her release began to ignite. The flares of her orgasm tracing out from deep within her pelvis like the sizzling castoff from a 4th of July sparkler, Lila flicked the tips of her cherry red manicured nails incessantly across the raised hood of her clitoris while she hooked her middle finger deep between the petals of her drenched labia to gouge at the bundle of bunched nerves lining her G-spot. Luis' dick still anchored in her mouth and his right hand braced firmly on the top of her head, all that energy coursing through Lila simply had no place to go, exploding over and over through every morsel of her soul until she was nothing but a heaving jumble of flesh at Luis' feet. Rocking like an unvented tea kettle on a hot stove, Lila had no choice but to collapse forward, her heavy bosom coming to rest against Luis' thighs as he ruthlessly plowed his groin forward. In the end it was a blessing Luis' cock was weighing down Lila's tongue while her orgasm tore through her. The screams ripping from her gut would have certainly reverberated down the 2nd floor corridors of the school, eliciting some sort of eventual response to see where the wails had come from. Lost in a haze of spastic delirium, Lila had no time to steady herself when Luis' dick tightened like a coiled snake in her mouth. Before she could even take another breath, the salty report of his virile lust shot down her throat, one wad of stored fury after another until the young man was growling like he'd just been jabbed with a live wire. Swallowing Luis' rich seed with an eager desperation she never knew she possessed, Lila pressed both her hands tight around the back of his ass, forcing down everything his loins had to offer. ___________________________________ The only evidence of their unceremonial coupling was the fingerprinted trail of vaginal secretion Lila's right hand had left on the material of Luis' jeans, and the single oblong strand of milky white ejaculate that dribbled on Lila's chin when he finally reared back and removed the rubbery pipe of his cock from her mouth. Each seemingly lost now in a bubble of silence, waiting for the gravity of what had just happened to start settling in, the sanctity of their momentary peace was shattered by the ring of Lila's cell phone. "Its your Husband," Luis relayed as he reached inside Lila's purse. Under any sort of normal circumstance, she would've been outraged that someone would take it upon themselves to grab something right out of her purse. Given her position on the floor, and what Luis had taken the liberty of taking over the past half hour, Lila Mendez knew she didn't have a morally indignant leg to stand on. "Do you want to talk to him?" he asked dryly. Taking the phone from Luis' hand without truly knowing what she was going to say, Lila clicked 'talk' and put the device up to her ear. "Yeah...long day...getting ready to go pick Sylvia up from practice...yeah I can.....I don't know..getting a cold maybe...yeah...see you when you get home...," Lila answered every query her Husband had, sounding on the verge exhaustion before she finally said 'Goodbye'. Luis could tell from the echo of her Husband's voice on the phone that he knew something was amiss with his Wife, especially when Lila would have to cough or rub her throat right in the middle of saying something. Feeling the woman's ample cleavage bracketing the knee of his left leg, Luis could literally still feel her heart beating through his jeans from the ordeal she'd just been through. Taking the cell phone back from Lila once she'd finished, Luis prepared to toss the thing back inside her purse. He stopped just before doing it however. Reaching out towards Lila with his left hand, Luis dabbed at the pearly white strand of cum staining her chin then eased it up to her lips. Even for someone as jaded as he, Luis was shocked when Lila opened her mouth and willingly sucked the final remnants of his deed from his finger. Almost on cue, Luis took Lila's camera phone and aimed it straight down at her, clicking off a picture for posterity sake once he had it in perfect focus. "She didn't even blink when I snapped the picture," Luis shook his head, wondering now what sort of Pandora's Box he may have opened with his former teacher. "I'm glad I stopped by," Luis sighed with a tenderness belying everything that had just happened. Shoving his spent cock back inside his pants and zipping them up, Luis didn't even bother taking the transcripts he brought with him. There were several other copies hidden elsewhere, and besides, she may need them for her own purposes down the road, he reasoned. Listening to Luis leave without saying another word, Lila waited for the sound of the door to close before she even remotely thought about trying to gather herself. The clock on the wall said 5:03. Lila had a Daughter to pick up from soccer practice and a normal life to get back to, whatever that meant now.... THE END