2 comments/ 16975 views/ 12 favorites The Unassuming By: manhattanlatin They call us creatures of comfort and I was living proof of that. I spent most of my free time sitting in front a television kicking ass at the latest video games. It was this comfort that forced my mothers hand in doing what she could to get me out of the house against my own will. I wasn't an introvert, I just fell into that generational addiction to gaming. I was 18 and fresh out of high school, most of my friends were still completing their last semester so I had a bunch of extra time on my hands. "I can't have you sitting around here all day playing those damned games" was how it all started. I had heard the complaint before and took it with a grain of salt in the past. This time was different, she didn't just walk away after ripping me a new one over the sad state of my bedroom. "Aunt Jessica has some stuff she needs cleared out of her garage and I volunteered you" she stated a stern tone in her voice. So off I went the next day down the block to Aunt Jessica. She wasn't a relative, just a close friend of my mother who had become a nominated aunt. All us kids called each others mothers aunt simply because of how close the mothers were. Most of the women in my neighborhood had married young and started families almost simultaneously. One of those things that happen in newly created neighborhood of houses. It was the place at the time newlyweds came and bought their American dream. Aunt Jessica in here late 30's, 39 if I had to put a finger on it. I would hear the jokes at dinners about how she had been 35 for a few years now. She was an energetic woman whom I saw for years as part of the mother jogging club, they would speed walk in the mornings as we would wait for our bus to pick us up. Always in trendy workout clothing with a sense of modesty. She was a mere 5' 6", blonde, and blue eyes. I hadn't had many opportunities to check out her body but I assumed her power walks kept things toned. I arrived at Jessica's door a few minutes later and rang the doorbell. It was ten in the morning so I knew her husband wasn't home, his car was gone and her daughters would be at school. Jessica scrambled to the door and greeted me still in her robe. She seemed a bit disheveled and apologized for her appearance. I was polite and bid her a good morning. She offered me a cup of coffee while we discussed what she needed done. Three hours later, a quarter of the contents of her garage were in the garbage bins. Her husband seemed to love buying every marketed product on an infomercial. It was astounding the amount of crap they had accrued and stored. I was covered in dust and dirt from the process but I had gotten it done in record time. I made my way back into the house to let aunt Jessica known I was done. I found her on the couch face down, moaning in agony. "What's wrong" I asked her. She grunted out a muffled distorted reply. I raced to the kitchen and got her a glass of water thinking it would somehow help. I set it down on the coffee table and tried to help her up. This only caused her to grunt even more. "My back is killing me" she managed to get out. My mother in the past had asked me to rub her feet so I had learned a few things about working out pain and tension. Instinctively I put my hands on her back and started to work her muscles as best I could. Occasionally I would hear a yelp or two but for the most part she seemed to relax. I kept massaging until my hands, but mostly my thumbs started to hurt. When I was done I stepped back and saw her sleeping. I quietly made my way out of the house and headed home to clean up. I was back in front of my television gaming away an hour later. Fresh from a shower and a change of clothes. My mother came into my room ready to start complaining about something but I cut her off and informed her I was done over at Aunt Jessica's and just wanted to relax for a bit. I guess it was enough for her because off she went. Two days later my mother announces that Aunt Jessica was very happy with my work and was offering to pay me for it. My mother had declined for me but had been talked into allowing me to have lunch as a payment itself. I wasn't happy but I conceded and accepted my fate. Later that day I sat in Jessica's kitchen and dug into some penne ala vodka and made small talk. We talked about college, driving, parties, and my early graduation. Soon enough the conversation talked to a few days ago and how thankful she was that I had been there to help her. She told me about her long battle with back issues but had rarely been able to find relief in anything other than her doctors prescription. Regular massages weren't in the family budget so she had to make due as best she could. I was just happy to be of help and in my eagerness offered to massage her back whenever she needed it. She was happy and excited by this but made a point to say it had to be between us because some people might take my help the wrong way. This became the routine, we would have lunch and I would rub her back for an hour or so. I had taken some of my free time to watching videos on how to massage and became better at it with practice. The massages were innocent enough, she was mostly in her casual wear and dressed shoulder to ankle, but my hands started straying farther south until I was now massaging the entire back of her minus her ass. Her sighs and the lack grunts gave me the impression that she was enjoying it and I was doing a good job at it. That went on for about two weeks almost every other day. Mom was pleased I was spending more time out of the house and helping her friend around the house. "Being useful" were her exact words. Jessica was pleasant enough that I wasn't bored by her conversation and her company. One day during our normal lunch and massage days she said she was going to change to something more comfortable for her massage. I sat in my chair finishing up my food and then washed our dishes. Jessica laid on the couch in her workout clothing, it was most but with her laying down the fabric became pulled closely to her body and it showed a perfect imprint of her body. I took my position on the side of the couch and got to it. As I worked on her body I started seeing Jessica as a woman, a real woman for the first time. It wasn't that I didn't see her as one, I just never thought of her in a sexual manner. So each day we met for lunch she would go up and change, I did notice she started wearing new workout clothing, stuff made of spandex instead of that flowing polyester/cotton stuff she normally wore. I thought nothing of it but appreciated being able to feast my eyes on her body. I never played out of line but I was becoming more bold. My hands more forceful and full of confidence. Jessica was changing the dynamic and so would I. Instead of jeans I started wearing running shorts with nothing underneath. My dick hanging there was obvious, when I would get erect it was also obvious. She seemed to not notice or just choose to make nothing of it. One really hot day she suggested we jump into the pool before her massage to cool off and stretch our muscles. We did laps and splashed each other for about half an hour before making our way to the loungers in her yard. We were both still soaked, she in her workout gear and I in my running shorts. I spread suntan lotion on my torso, electing to keep my t-shirt off and walked over to her and started massaging her back a bit. I did about ten minutes on her upper back and lower back before I got to her ass. I massaged both globes as I straddled her legs, the cold water of the pool having kept my dick under control. "Was that a moan" I asked myself but kept rubbing away, my thumbs sliding down between her legs when I came to the end of her ass. "The sun is too strong today, lets go inside" she said. I lifted myself up and helped her to her feet then followed her inside. She tossed me a towel and instructed me to dry up but toss my shorts into the dryer, so she wouldn't be sending me home to make a mess of my mothers floor. She vanished upstairs for ten minutes, I can only assume she took a quick shower but when she returned she was wearing her house robe. All I had on was the towel wrapped around my waist. She made fun of that and stated she had seen men in underwear before. This was the first time she had referred to me as a man, but I informed her I wasn't wearing any so that I needed the towel. Aunt Jessica passed by the couch and instead laid down on the carpet. She had pulled the robe open as she did so it lay on her with her bare front pressed against the carpet. She had done so modestly as to not give me a view of it. I knelt at her side and bunched the robe up so it covered the sides of her boobs and her ass. I grabbed an ankle and started massaging them. Slowly I made my way up that leg to mid thigh and switched to the other. I could see Aunt Jessica's face laying sideways on the rug and her eyes were closed but her lips parted a bit. I was hard now, and it lifted up the towel a bit, I was happy her eyes were closed and she wouldn't catch it. Once I was done with that leg at mid thigh I moved my position and started working her shoulders and upper back, this was the part that often makes my hands cramp. I made quick work of it and started working lower until I was mid back. "You do such a great job when you straddle my legs and work on my lower back" she said while keeping her eyes closed. Without thinking I swung a leg over the back of her thighs. My dick popped right out through the opening of the towel which quickly became undone, she must have felt it's material and weight hit her legs but said nothing. It was trapped between us now and I couldn't get a position to slide it out without her noticing so I left it. Her eyes were closed and if I could manage to get through her lower back I would be able to make a quick move and throw it on before she opened her eyes. I leaned forward and resumed my massage trying to get it down quickly. The robe was now bunch over her hips and ass. The pre-cum my cock was producing started dripping down and causing long strands from my tip to the material, my dick a mere handful of inches away from it. She moaned a bit more consistently as I worked her lower back, with one hand she reached for the robe material and in an effort to readjust it left part of her ass naked. "You've already seen half of it" she said before pulling it all the way off. I could now see her entire ass, and the crack of it. I wasn't in a vantage point where I could see directly between her legs. I kept working her lower back and her hips started moving a bit. This was a first, I was trying to keep my dick from making contact with her. I was nearing her ass and planned on making more quick work of that, yet this time when my fingers slid through her inner thighs I felt wetness and pubic hair. It was too much for me, i nearly came on her back then then and there. On the third slide of my thumbs she lifted her ass some and she moaned louder through her parted lips. In an effort to move my hands off her ass and my thumbs away from her pussy, I went to move up her back and lost my balance. I fell face forward onto her back, her eyes shot open. "Oh my god you are naked, where is the towel" she panted. I tried to apologize and lift myself up but she grabbed one of my wrists and wiggled her ass at me. "you shouldn't be naked on me like this" but she didn't stop moving her ass. I reached down between us with my one free hand and before she could object pushed my dick into her pussy. It was just the head but it was enough, I came right then and there. She moaned and gasped at my intrusion and the feel of my cum. I laid there panting when she said "I think you should go". I got up went to the dryer grabbed my shorts, threw on my shirt, slipped my feet into my flip flops and left. On my way out I didn't see Aunt Jessica but I hoped I hadn't made a huge mistake. (More to come...) The Unassuming Ch. 02 As I explained in the previous entry I grew up in a very close neighborhood where we call each all of the mothers Aunt. Since my massage incident with Aunt Jessica I hadn't been over and she hadn't been around. I overheard my mother gossiping on the phone about how Jessica and her husband had started resembling love birds. She was curious over what had reignited their passion. Part of me was pissed but I had gotten more than I had bargained for at my mother's insistence that I go over and make myself useful. I had seen Aunt Jessica on her morning powerwalk with the other moms but never in a situation where I could get a better understanding of what was going on. I sort of moved on with my life after that, two weeks of confusion was more than enough. I had experienced sex with an older woman. A close friend of the family even if was awkward and very short lived. There was a renewed confidence but plenty of confusion to go along with it. I did manage to spend more time out of the house in the coming weeks much to my mothers delight. I was out of the house but in another house period, doing the same thing I normally did which was play video games. My friend Evander much like myself had finished High School as semester ahead of our friends so he was pretty much doing much of nothing as well. Our talks frequent around girls, college, and pc's. Evander droned on about how he'd love to head off to college not being a virgin but the chances of that were slim. He was mostly an introvert loner who made me seem worldly. His ridiculous plots on how he would do it would bring us both to roaring laughter, mostly because they were so farfatched they bordered on flat out insanity. It was Evander who introduced me to Literotica, and since I had nothing better to do I got to writing. I had trouble finding inspiration for my stories so I decided to write about Aunt Jessica by simply renaming her. My stories were long and hot, it all started out as it did in real life but then took me to places where fantasy filled the lines. I had a knack for this and would often use my own stories as material to stroke myself to climax. I filled half a notebook with my stories within a matter of days, as with all things in life I tried to be careful so it wouldn't be discovered. I carried it with me everywhere and kept a close eye on my backpack whenever I set it down. Evander's mom Aunt Maria was of greek descent, she was a petite woman with curves you normally see in much more robust bodies. Maria wasn't part of the power walk group but she was close to everyone, she was a stay at home mother whom never talked of Evander's dad. Rumors were that he was an affair baby, Maria had slept with her boss at the time and it spun out of control. It got to the point she announced her pregnancy and the man had set her up in this house with a monthly check to take care of all their needs. I can't recall Maria being linked to anyone particularly, she just didn't seem to date at all. Being a stay at home mother meant that she was on Evander's ass every chance she got, from reminding him of neglected chores to scolding him for the foul language he would shout into his headset whenever he failed an objective within his game. She was a pleasant enough woman with an old fashion sense of hospitality, never did I show up at their house where I didn't at some point end up in front of a plate of food. I don't know what's in the water in Greece but I have never met a Greek woman who didn't draw my attention, maybe it was her manners or maybe it was that big tight ass in her pants. There was no hiding it, this woman had ass for two women to share. It wasn't a sloppy ass, it was muscular and led to a pair of muscular legs that could easily crush me. It was on one of those days I was over in the basement hanging out with Evander that I let my guard down and left my backpack upstairs in their kitchen. We had left aunt Maria in the kitchen doing a crossword puzzle as we rushed to return to our game, she was engrossed in it and paid us no mind. Somewhere along the line she needed another pen and in search of one she went, what she found changed the dynamic of my summer entirely. I didn't know something was amiss until later that evening when I was in the privacy of my room, rummaging through my backpack looking for the notebook. Mortified I wondered if I could have dropped it somewhere or worse had my mother found it. I tore through my room in search of it with no luck at all in finding it. I spent the rest of the night thinking of the many embarrassing scenarios that would unfold if anyone read its contents and realized who wrote it or worse who the stories were about. Having slept barely a handful of hours I greeted my mother that morning with the most sour of tones and ate my cornflakes with what felt a rock wedged in my throat. As had become routine I hopped on my bike and rode over to Evander's, no need for a backpack today I thought to myself still angry I had lost my stories and put so much in jeopardy. I arrived at his house after a slow ride that felt an hour long but really was just a few minutes in total, Evander didn't answer the door this time. It was his mom who smiled at me and welcomed me in. "Where is Evander" I asked after saying good morning to her. She looked me over and invited me to sit down with hand gestures as she replied "I needed him to do a few things in preparation for college, so he'll be gone most of the day." The next thing I heard was "we need to talk." The room around me started spinning, I started feeling that sick feeling one gets when anxiety kicks into overdrive. My first instinct was that Maria had the notebook and I was right as I would soon find out. I fidgeted and asked "about what?." She began, "Yesterday I needed a pen and went into your backpack which I know is wrong but I came across something very interesting." She paused and leaned forward on the couch before continuing. "I want you to know that what we talk about here is between us and I want to make sure you are okay." "Yeah sure, i'm ok Aunt Maria" was my simple reply. I waited for the telling off I was expecting, the rant about my disgusting writing and perverted imagination but it never came. What followed was concern for my well being as well as questions about whether I had been abused. I almost laughed out loud at the questions about abuse. "No" I replied "those are just stories I wrote in my spare time." She didn't seem to fully believe what I was saying and stated so. She had read the stories in the notebook and somehow had some idea there was a real life person behind the motivation. I felt trapped between her and the wall, as she went on and on about how there was no way a virgin could write with so much graphic detail and the fact that the characters traits and appearance resembled someone she knew. Finally after much beating on my conscious she dropped her bomb. "These stories are about you and Jessica aren't they" she asked outright. I couldn't lie, my eyes, and reaction gave me away. Hearing the name spoken openly made me again drop my guard and grow even more anxious. I took a gamble and admitted it to her, I explained everything. How it had been such a big mistake on my part and how I felt I had taken advantage in hopes that she wouldnt' take this further than a talk between us. Maria smiled and thanked me for my honesty, she went off on some lecture about being more careful and explained that it wasn't my fault and the fact neither person as was at fault. People get lonely this, and sometimes we need some comfort that. I was too relieved that this wasn't going to end up blowing in my face that I didn't register most of what she was saying. I just nodded and breathed deeply happy that things weren't going to get even more weird. What shocked me and brought me out of my own head was what I thought I heard. "You are a great writer with an eye for detail" I thought she said. I wasn't sure, I looked over at her with a blank stare as she smiled back at me. I guess she figured I hadn't heard correctly and repeated it. So she liked my stories, at least this is what she was saying to me. She liked a particular one about me coming over to Penny's house and sneaking into the shower behind her and taking her while her husband slept. I blushed and admitted to her I enjoyed the writing and liked that particular story as well. I hoped she would change the subject or at least let me leave but she didn't. We talked more about my writing and her suggestions I keep at it. All this talk of sex, literature, and relaxation had my dick half bent in an awkward position that led me to excuse myself and head to the bathroom to readjust things. I didn't jerk off once there, that would've been way too weird and obvious. I made it a quick trip, adjust, wash hands and return. The plan was to make my escape while I was already up, she had other plans. I heard her call out to me from the kitchen, and smelled some bacon frying. I followed the scent and was told to sit down and join her for breakfast, I had already eaten once but the least I could do was be polite. She made small talk while ate our bacon and eggs, we talked about life, some more about college and a bit more about my time with Aunt Jessica. She always seemed to steer the conversation back to that with the ease of one pushing a chair on wheels around. I kept my answers simple and short as to not show too much excitement or get too graphic in the process. She hung on every word, barely waiting for me to finish replying before asking more. She pretty much knew everything that had gone on, what hadn't gone on since, and laughed when she commented on Jessica and her husbands renewed interest in each other. I really wished she would change the subject, I don't know how much more of this my dick and I could take. "Let's watch a movie" she suggested and got all excited telling me how she rarely had interesting company and that Evander refused to watch anything other than a screen full of video game characters. I again obliged out of courtesy and it wasn't like I wasn't enjoying her company. I figured if there is dialogue on the screen she's less likely to keep talking to me about Jessica. She drew the curtains closed quickly lowering the light quality in the room and walked over to the thermostat and turned on the air conditioner. It was eleven o'clock in the morning and it wasn't a particularly hot day. I didn't understand the need for air conditioning but I didn't say anything, nor did I say anything when she pulled out a fleece blanket she stored in a stand next to the couch. We plopped ourselves down while she used the remote to start up whatever it was she was going to make me endure. You already know what it was, some romantic comedy starring the latest hunk actor trying to win over the women with his charming little self. Fifteen minutes into it I looked over and saw her engrossed in the movie, it was then that I became aware of just how lonely this woman was. I felt genuinely bad that I had felt obligated to spend time with her, she was such a nice person who mostly kept to herself and made the odd social appearance when turning down invitations almost reached the point of being rude. Her jet black hair hung around her face with bangs split to the side and the innocence in her joy over having someone to watch this movie with was visible. I sat back and joined her in laughing at the usual romantic mishaps that take place in these movies, I exaggerated it a bit but she seemed to enjoy it. When the film ended, she frowned and mentioned how much fun that was. We talked a bit about the movie and she admitted she fancied the actor as I suspected. We all have our fantasies I thought to myself. She jumped at the chance to ask me to watch another, and before I could respond she was off to the Bluray player and inserting another movie. At this point the room was cold, a bit too cold for my liking. I grabbed one end of the blanket and pulled it over myself, she moved over so I would have more to use. At that point a thought came into her mind and she blurted it out before she could catch herself. This couch extends so we can extend it and have more leg room, so we did. It slid out easily ahead and we hopped back on and under the blanket. It had become practically a bed of sorts, well not quite a bed but close enough. She suggested we lay on it sideways that way we could still watch the screen but not have to sit up. Obediently I followed her suggestion and soon found myself on my side about a foot and half behind her with my head propped up on a pillow and back on went the movie. We watched another fifteen minutes before nature kicked in and I dozed off in my new level of comfort. I don't know how long I had slept but I was awoken by Maria's back pressing into my chest, she was sliding her body back towards mine. I wasn't sure what to do so I let it happen, further back she came until we were practically two spoons. My erection was still there and I'm sure if she wasn't asleep she was aware of it. She reached behind her and found my arm which she draped over herself while I tried to breath as quietly as possible. Her ass was killing me slowly, the feel of those globes against my dick was too much. I came right there in my boxers, the wetness warm against my groin. The moan that escaped my lips gave me away, she wiggled her hips a bit only adding to the sensation. "I've missed being held so much" she whispered over the sounds of the movie. She sat up and took off her shirt and bra, she reached down under the blanket and slid her shorts off. She turned to me and kissed me on the lips while her hands found the hem of my shirt. Off it went, I took care of the shorts and boxers myself. We now laid face to face, one of her hands under the blanket working its fingers into her wet and swollen labia. With its juices coated she brought them up and to my mouth, I tasted this woman's pussy from the tips of her fingers. "I want to feel" she kept repeating as I licked her fingers clean. When I was done she took that same hand and wrapped it around my blanket covered erection. "I want to feel what Jessica felt" she said "I want to remember what its like." Every time I went to say something she increased the strength of her grip, it silenced me without fail. Its hard to argue when someone is squeezing your dick hard through a blanket. All I could get out were moans of pleasure and pain. "I want to share this with you" she said "I don't want there to be any confusion or mistakes." "I want this, I need this, I want you to fuck me." She didn't wait for a reply, she threw one of her powerful legs over my hips and before I knew it we were sucking each other lips while she ground herself on my cock. I don't think I've wished for anything harder than I wished it would slip in. She reached over my head into the stand and produced the notebook and opened it to our favorite entry. "I want to fill these pages too, I want to be the inspiration for those stories." She moaned, "I want you to fill me to fill these pages." With that she slid forward and then slid back down, my tip was aimed right at her pussy and in it went. She forced herself down until we were joined at the hip, I deep insider of her and her tight pussy wrapped around the base of my shaft. She stopped all movement and reached for the notebook and started reading the entry out loud, my hands reached for that glorious ass and tried to initiate movement. She would have none of it. "I took the steps two at a time, my cock spearing out of my zipper prepared for the fucking it would be soon doing" she read out loud, the walls of her pussy convulsing. I thrust upwards hard which caused her tits to land on my face as her chest came crashing down, I wrapped one hand around her back and latched on to a nipple with my mouth. I kept thrusting up into her, if she wasn't going to fuck me I was sure as hell going to fuck her. She kept reading between moans and trying to keep her eyes on the right line of the story. We continued like this for a few minutes which drove me nuts, she kept right on reading. She threw down the notebook and said "show me you are a man" with a wicked taunting grin on her face. I didn't know what she meant, all I knew is I wanted her in a position where I was in control. I hadn't initiated or expected this but being balls deep in her now wasn't something I was going to waste. I used the arm I had wrapped around her to yank her sideways and on top her back. I pounced on her clumsily, pawing at her tits and trying to insert my dick into her pussy like an amateur. She helped by reaching down between us and guiding me in. I was a savage jack hammering this poor woman for all I was worth, her tits rocked up and down, up and down with each of my powerful thrusts. Then I felt a cramp in my abdomen which I didn't let on but it forced me to slow my pace a bit. Her cries changed into a deep welled groan of pleasure, I picked up on this change. It seemed more powerful and much more passionate so I stuck to my new pace. Being that I was no longer trying to fuck through her, I again had the ability to latch on to a nipple. "I want this, I need this" she said again in a growl murmur of incoherence. "I've missed this so much" she added. I fucked her like this for nearly an hour, blowing my wad twice inside of her. I knew she had climaxed a few times because she announced it for the whole world to hear. She was wild and loud. Spent we lay there with her rubbing the palms of her hands down my back and onto my ass pulling me in deeper. My deflated dick still remained inside of her and her pussy still milked it for more. "Lay on your back" she commanded. "I can't send you home a mess." With that she proceeded to suck and lick my dick and balls clean of our juices. She polished my sensitive knob despite the spastic jerks it produced in me. When she was done she grabbed her clothing and went off to the bathroom to wipe herself. When she returned I was still in the process of getting dressed. "That was fun" she said huskily "I think we should do this again as often as we can." She walked up to me and kissed me deeply, she then leaned in and whispered "next time I see that notebook it better be full of stories involving us." Evander came around later that night after dinner and complained about how his day had sucked and how he wished his mom would get off his ass. We joked around for a bit and checked out some new gaming software to kill the time. That night after he left I started writing, still going over what had happened with Aunt Maria and what was to come. As I filled the lines with my perversions I wondered how many of them I would get to actually do with her. Next time I saw her she'd have plenty to read. The Unassuming Ch. 03 Life has a funny way of working, when all is going well is when one should look out for the other shoe. I was getting all the pussy I could handle from Maria, but things at home were falling apart. Mom had taken to drinking these past few weeks more than normal and the situation spiraled so far out of control that I decided to postpone college. I suspected she was mixing alcohol and pills but I couldn't prove it, her behavior and increased mood swings proved it itself. When her closest friends tried to intervene she blew most of them off, probably hurting the feelings and strength of those friendships greatly. Two were the only ones who she would even talk to mostly because they didn't judge her over her fall from grace but perhaps by showing compassion. My encounters with Maria faded from an almost daily romp to once in the last ten days. Between my anger and my worry I couldn't find the time and I couldn't very well leave my drunken mother to her own devices. I brought up her getting some help a few times only to be met with the yelling of expletives that were unlike her normal use of language. After a few more weeks of empty bottles of scotch she finally relented, not by my asking but more so because Veronica and Sandra had convinced her that she needed help and that if she didn't get it now only the lord knew where this would lead her. I was appreciative that those in the know tried to help, they brought over meals, and even straightened things up around the house while the other kept my mother company. They also made sure that I was doing okay which meant a lot. At this point the fun of life having been sucked out of me by a parent undergoing the woes of serious addiction. This wasn't something that happened overnight, she had always been a drinker. The drinking was normally limited to two drinks but on occasion had escalated but never this seriously. Since my time with Maria I had stopped addressing the women of the neighborhood as Aunts mostly due to my new self confidence which this situation was certainly chipping away at. My mother went through the gamut of reasons why she couldn't go at the eleventh hour, most of it centered around the house, her reputation, and lastly how I would look at her after that. It took some smooth talking and some explanation about how much I respected her decision to go but it wasn't without a fight. The women had agreed to keep an eye on me, and Veronica had offered to put me up while mom was away. Off she went to one of those rehab centers for treatment, you know the type of place I am referring to. A vacation of sorts with therapy sessions and positive reinforcement groups. I was relieved and hoped that life would return to normal after her stay, we managed to get her to commit to it for the middle level program of 60 days after her fighting for 30 days. 60 days to myself, well not to myself, at least not for long. It wasn't even an hour before Veronica was ringing our doorbell, I barely got the door open before she invited herself in. "Alright kiddo, grab some stuff and let's get going" she stated. She had mentioned me staying with her but it was never really agreed to plus I the use of kiddo rubbed me the wrong way. So I asked "where?" "We agreed that I would keep and eye on you and that's what I intend to do" she replied and flashed me a smile. Veronica's hazel eyes dazzled and her plump lips framed the smile, she was one of those women who just made you feel comfortable. She was naturally very social and very warm in her reception almost always, her husband on the other hand was a prick. A self absorbed executive who was rarely around and from the little I knew often oversaw the opening of branches abroad. So with a bag packed, I gave the house a once over and locked the door behind me. Veronica hooked my arms and walked us both towards her house down the street. Once there she showed me over to the couch I would be using for the next few weeks, she made some mention about an air mattress but I declined. They didn't have any other beds even though they had other rooms, one room was the husbands home office which he wasn't ever home to use, and the other was what she called her personal vanity closet. At least they have cable and air conditioning I thought to myself, why she offered to put me up with no actual room for me but I was here and I had to be respectful. The first two days were normal, with us barely spending much time together. We shared meals but beyond that my time was mostly spent on the couch watching tv and zoning out. She was very active always going here or there but just seem to never tire much. On the third night the air conditioner started acting up, it would run for twenty minute stretches and then completely give out for an hour before starting up again. This made it difficult to lounge around but I made the most of it, trying to wear the lightest clothing I had with me. I took a look at the unit but couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, and Veronica was barely home enough that day to notice. I informed her that night over dinner that the air conditioner was tapping out and that I tried fixing it but couldn't find the problem. She called their repair guy but he wouldn't be able to do the job for another four days. This was going to be an interesting four days of sweating and restless nights I complained to myself. The heat didn't seem to bother Veronica much during the day but it certainly did at night, that fourth night she came down and sat next to me on the couch and complained about the heat. How she wished she could find a solution to this right now. We talked a bit about what was on the tv and other basic stuff involving food and more about the heat. It was then I had a thought which I shared with her. "Maybe I can close the ducts in the other parts of the house so when the air conditioner came on the cold air would be concentrated on one room" I told her. "Would that work?" she asked. "I think it might" I replied "maybe if you tuck a town at the base of the door it would keep the cold air in the room longer". "I'll try anything at this point" was all she said. Ten minutes later I had closed off the duct opening to every other room in her house all but hers, now when all of the 20 minutes worth of energy we could must per hour would go directly into her bedroom. The next time the air conditioning kicked on that's exactly what happened. She was beside herself with joy, verbally expressing her relief as she stood over the duct on the floor of her bedroom. It was then that it dawned on us both that since all the air was coming here I would get none downstairs. Some idea I had but at least one of us would sleep well tonight." "Get the air mattress from the garage" she said "You can sleep up here on it so you won't sweat your death down there." I declined vehemently explaining that those things were worse than a couch, it would be more comfortable to sleep on the floor which I was fine with. I went down to grab my pillow and upon my return saw her laying on her bed. "I feel bad you having to sleep on the floor" she stated "considering you got us some relief." She tried to suggest she could sleep on the air mattress and I on the bed which I would have none of, after much back and forth she suggested I sleep on her husbands side of the bed. We slept comfortably her on her side and I on mine. The vent pumped out cool air every hour for a bit but it managed to keep the room cool the rest of the hour. The next morning we awoke like normal and both comment about how nice it was to sleep in a cool room. She went about her day like normal and I suffered the indignation of sitting in front of the tv in a sweltering house. It was no better outside so that wasn't an option for me either. That night after dinner we sat and watched some tv together, she had showered and changed into some loose fitting shorts and a big t-shirt. She sipped on her glass of wine and I on a can of soda. We laughed at the stupid sitcom comedy and chatted a bit about how much tv sucked these days. Soon after it was time for bed, I showered and put on some boxers, shorts, and a tshirt. I planned on slipping off the shorts once in bed and sleeping in my boxers. She still wore her tshirt but once the lights were off also slipped off her shorts. Soon after we fell asleep in the loving arms of cool air. An hour and a half after I had fallen asleep I heard noises to my right and turned over, my face came right into the bounty of her blonde hair and my chest directly into her back. Too nervous to move I laid there with a face full of hair and hoped she wouldn't feel my thudding heart on her back. Ten minutes, fifteen, twenty. I don't know when along that timeline she melted back into me but she did, instinctively I threw an arm across her body and tried to get back to sleep. My throbbing cock had other plans and I mentally kicked myself for wearing boxers with an open fly. I woke up sometime after seven that morning, I could sense she was awake but hadn't moved. I wondered why she just laid there and hadn't gotten up yet. My arm was still across her torso and my morning wood was trying it's best to play hide and go seek under the back hem of her shirt. I tried to pull back an inch but her body followed so I gave up, I knew she was awake, I could sense it but I didn't have any audible or visual confirmation of this. I was enjoying having her pressed against me and almost two weeks of no encounters with Maria had me charged up. I closed my eyes when I sensed her turning her head and feigned sleep, out of the corner of her eye she looked back and me and then down our bodies. She lifted a leg and I imagine saw the pre-cum soaked head of my cock poking out. I hear the gasp and then felt the tips of her fingers stroke along it's underside, as she did this she lifted it and it came to press against the crotch of the panties. She removed her finger from it and pulled her panties to the side, her left still lifted meant I could feel every move she made transmitted with ripples off the mattress. She murmured something incoherent to me and brought her fingers up to lick them. The slosh of her mouth wasn't very audible but being so close behind her I could still hear it. Her hand came back down and again found the underside of my hard dick and again brought it up to her crotch. This time with her panties out of the way I could really feel the heat of her pussy, the tip of my cock being slid up and down it's entrance. She kept tracing it's head up and down, up and down, up and down. This was agony, I wanted to be in her badly but she wasn't giving it to me. She continued getting herself off, it didn't take long before she had to bite her lower lip to stiffle the moans of her climax. Her leg came down which caused the bed to move and I could no longer feign sleep. When I moved she acted as if nothing had happened, rose from the bed and went about her day. I spent the rest of the day in a frustrated mood, too hot to jerk off, and too turned on by what happened this morning to not jerk off. It was hell, a real living hell, and the heat wasn't helping convince me otherwise. I took three cold showers that day, made what I could out of a paltry selection of shows over 300 channels. At dinner time, we both commented about how hopefully the air conditioner would be fixed tomorrow and we could better endure this heat. We did our now normal tv watching and chatting. She acted as if nothing had happened. I guess she thought I was asleep the whole time she got herself off using me. I wasn't going to bring it up and risk sleeping on the couch tonight. At 11:30 we both decided it was time for bed, I made no pretense of wearing shorts this time and she wore a smaller tshirt this time that only came down just past her ass. Again we settled in and said our goodnight and fell asleep, I could sense movement and wondered to myself if maybe she was wearing shorts under that shirt somehow. My wicked mind and impulse had me pushing my boxers off as carefully as possible as to not be detected. I laid there for I don't know how long but I eventually fell asleep, that sleep only lasted an hour or so. I felt her body again pressed to my front only this time my dick wasn't trapped between her legs it pointed directly at her ass. My arm had found it's way over her torso again and my face was met again with her mane. My open palm covered her left breast and her hand covered mine. I could hear little whimpers she made under her breath, she reached back and lifted a butt check, slap went my cock right against the flesh between her ass and pussy. I felt her slide up towards the headboard and inch and that lined my dick up with her labia. Again she used my cock to tease at her pussy lips and gasped when it slid across her clit, she not stuck her ass out at me giving my head complete access to those wet lips. Veronica was again attempting to get off using me as her toy, she had slid off her panties and expectation of this. I wasn't about to deal with another case of blue balls, so during one of her grinds I tucked my ass and pushed forward. The head of my dick found the zone and forced its way into her, I didn't keep pushing in I wanted her to think this was a mistake and see what she would do. She froze, her plans had not included this. She could feel the dome of my hard cock throbbing while her betraying pussy throbbed back around it. She worried she had let this go to far and was taking advantage of me but would be devastated if I realized it. She tried to pull away but my palm gripped at her breast and kept her in place, it wasn't forceful just enough resistance to feign sleep but enough to stop her from getting away. She laid there contemplating it all, the delicious feeling won in the end. She laid still close to five minutes to gauge whether I was awake or not and decided I was a heavy sleeper. "I can get away with this" she thought to herself and carefully pushed back a bit, more, and more. Veronica made a point to keep her movements subtle and never pushed all the way the base of my nearly eight inches of meat. It was hard not to fuck her back feeling her fuck herself on my dick while I laid there doing my best to not cum and not make any sounds. This went on for about a quarter of an hour and she had turned her head to moan into the pillow, this woman was fucking me and I just laid there letting her have her fun. I felt the convulsions of her pussy as it came all over my fuckstick, that wonderful froth of pussy that Maria had introduced me to. On her last orgasm of the night she lost it and pushed herself all the way down to the base, my cock erupted inside of her. Volley after volley of cum splattered her pussy, I let slip one grunt but didn't move, the muscles of my ass contracting with each spurt. I heard her mutter "Oh my god" and then she went silent. Still under the impression I hadn't woken up she tried again to pull away but again I held her firmly. Eventually she gave up trying to move and just laid there still enjoying the after glow of her several orgasms, my cock no longer hard still maintain its size wedged deep inside of her. Together we fell asleep almost back to back, I woke up again just after seven. My morning wood poking at her pussy again and this time she tweaked at her nipples. I lay there quietly for a while until after she got up to get her day started. We had breakfast and she told me all about the day ahead for her, she told me the repair man would be by the house at one and hopefully he would fix the air conditioner. She still believed that I wasn't a willing participant in this new game of ours but I wondered to myself with air conditioner fixed how I would return to her bed that night. The Unassuming Mrs. Huxley There have been women in my life that I fantasized about fucking. During my senior year in high school the woman I fantasized most about was my math teacher. Now there’s a rare high school fantasy for you. I wanted to be in between the legs of a little mousy middle-aged brunette. The teacher to whom no one would consider giving a second look. The unassuming Mrs. Huxley. Denise Huxley stood at five feet two inches and weighed about 115 pounds. Her straight shoulder length chestnut brown hair looked so soft, I wanted to bury my face in it. Mrs. Huxley’s doe-like brown eyes, warm smile, and cute little petite figure would bring me a to instant erection every time I saw her. Don’t ask me why, she just did. When she walked by in the school hallway on her way to class I would take a deep breath so I could take in the odor of her perfume as she passed. She always smelled of vanilla musk. The slightest scent of it would have me reeling. As she walked by I would sneak the opportunity to look at her shapely legs. They weren’t long by any means but I still found them sexy as hell especially on the days when she wore black hose and those conservative 3-inch navy blue pumps. On extremely cold days her nipples would protrude through her blouse. They looked like pencil eraser tips and I would just dream about pinching, nibbling, and sucking on them. In class I would always hope for a beaver shot on the days when Huxley sat on the corner edge of her desk. Sometimes the fates would be kind and I would indeed catch a glimpse of her panty hosed covered crotch. I don’t think she realized how far apart her legs were spread when she sat on the edge. Mrs. Huxley could be a space cadet at times. Combine everything from the above then add that little sway in her ass as she walked and I would be ready to come right then and there in my pants. Deep down inside I knew it would only be a matter of time before I would get her in front of me buck ass naked and screaming in orgasmic ecstasy. At times I couldn’t believe the desires I felt for the 41-year-old divorcee. I wanted to fuck her for all she was worth. But how exactly do you get a middle-aged, educated woman interested in an adolescent boy? If it weren’t for that faithful day at the local McDonald’s, Mrs. Huxley would just be another teacher with who I would have to contend instead as the object of my darkest desires. Everything started out innocently enough. It was a bright, warm, lazy summer day, one week away from the start of my senior year in school and I was enjoying a Big Mac with my friend, Benny the Beaner. Beaner has been my friend all through grade school and now we were going into the last phase of public education together. We didn’t know what was going to happen to us as friends after we finished high school but we both knew we should make our time as seniors a memorable one. It happened to be the topic of our conversation on that day. “We should do something that will make us both legends.” Beaner said through a mouthful of French fries. “I couldn’t agree more.” I commented. “But we’re geeks and that limits us.” “We’re geeks with brains. The possibilities can be endless.” Now there was a comment I couldn’t argue. It was right about then I saw Mrs. Huxley walk in McDonald’s with Mrs. O’Connell, the science teacher from my junior year. From the packages they were carrying it appeared they were together shopping at the mall. One of the things I noticed right way was the light blue cotton sundress Mrs. Huxley wore. With the sunlight shining from behind, her body became silhouetted in the dress to the point where I could image her naked. The soft curves and well-formed short legs came through the translucent material. That in of itself peaked my interest. Truly, I became mesmerized with her body. The spell was only broken by the groaning of Bennie the Beaner. “Oh shit. It’s Dr. Death and the Mouse.” I turned to Beaner and looked at him in a puzzled way. “Who in the fuck are you talking about?” “Mrs. O’Connell and Mrs. Huxley. Doctor Death and the Mouse.” “Okay, I can understand why Mrs. O’Connell is Dr. Death. I mean she’s a hard ass bitch science teacher. But why are you calling Mrs. Huxley the Mouse?” “Because, David, my fellow geekazoid, Mrs. Huxley is the type who goes through life completely unnoticed. She lives a very quiet and unexciting existence. Look at her. There isn’t one thing exciting about Huxley. Not even her looks. She’s a mouse.” I wanted to disagree with Beaner about Mrs. Huxley’s looks Seeing the sun shine through her light cotton sundress made my cock ready to rip through my jeans. After what happened next I was truly surprised it didn’t. Huxley and O’Connell put their packages in the booth across from the Beaner and me then went to the counter to place their orders. This didn’t please the Beaner too well. He was of the ilk that teachers and students should be on separate planets when it was summer vacation time. If it weren’t for the fact Beaner was starting on his second Big Mac we would have left. As for me, I didn’t care one way or the other. As a matter of fact I was hoping for another sun shot of Huxley. My dick perked up with anticipation of the thought of seeing the silhouette of the hottest little middle-aged bitch I knew. Huxley and O’Connell got their orders from the counter and returned to their booth. As they sat down Huxley reached over to get something out of her shopping bag to show O’Connell. I guess she didn’t notice that the stretching action had caused a few buttons of her sundress to become undone near her thigh. The dress opened more as she spread her legs wider and it was then I saw what only could be interpreted as my vision of heaven. There, before my excited eyes was the crotch of Mrs. Huxley’s white cotton Hanes for Her panties. To make matters even more mouth watering delicious my eyes zeroed in on the tuffs of dark pubic hair poking from the leg band of her panties. My imagination worked itself into hyper-drive and soon I pictured myself between her legs licking and sucking on those hairs. Smelling the aroma of her damp hot pussy, tasting the woman juice as it oozed out of her wonderful crack. “I have got to go.” announcing my intentions to Beaner. In mid-bite Beaner looked up and asked, “Why?” My pecker screamed to get out of my jeans and seek relief. It was the most amazing raging hard-on I ever experienced up to that point in my life. I had to get the hell out of there as fast as my legs could carry me. “I’ll tell you later. Right now I have to get out of here.” “Okay, okay. Let’s roll.” I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I high-tailed it to my old ‘87 GMC S-15. The truck was beat up and a bit ratty, but it was my sanctuary on wheels. Beaner ran to keep up with my pace. I was trying very hard to keep my back to Beaner. I couldn’t let him see the super hard erection bulging in my jeans. Not until I could tell him the reason for my jumping teenage meat missile. As we drove back to my house I explained to him, in great detail, what I witnessed at Mickey Dees. He sat there dumbfounded. “You fucking bastard.” he whined. “You saw pussy hair and you didn’t bother bringing it to my attention. What a prick.” “I want to fuck her, Beaner. I‘m going to fuck her.” “Have you lost your mind? You can’t fuck her.” “Why not?” I asked indignantly. Beaner, being the good friend, explained to me the numerous reasons why I couldn’t play in Mrs. Huxley’s pussy with my dick. I looked my chubby companion in the eye and threw back the very words he spoke at the McDonald’s. “The possibilities can be endless.” “When I said that, I didn’t mean playing pecker pogo in the Mouse’s pussy.” “Instead of being a sarcastic asshole why don’t you help me?” “What would you like me to do? Hold her skirt up while you’re pumping her poon?” That was a possible scenario, I thought, but really I didn’t have an answer for him. All I could think of at the moment was Mrs. Huxley’s pussy. Later that evening I went up to my room and whacked off to thoughts of Denise Huxley, the Hanes for Her panties, and the tuffs of luscious pubic hair peeking from the constraints of her panty crotch. The cum shot from my prick and hit the ceiling with a resounding splat. I lay on my bed and looking at the wad in total amazement and wondered how the fuck I was going to get it off the ceiling without my mom asking too many questions. Three weeks into the new school year and I had to satisfy myself with an occasional up skirt view of Mrs. Huxley’s pantyhose covered snatch, (which wasn’t bad on the days she wore nude colored hose) or a peek down her blouse for a little tantalizing sight of her small well rounded titties with the eraser tip nipples. Slowly I was becoming a sexual wreck. The little monster in my pants hungered for some tasty Huxley cunt. Still, I was at a loss for a plan of action. Then unexpectedly one weekend Beaner showed up at my house. There was a certain swagger to his walk, a look of arrogance on his face. Which meant he knew something I didn’t. I looked at him and asked the proverbial, “Well?” Beaner smiled and then answered me with a most interesting story. He started by explaining in great detail how he looked up Mrs. Huxley’s address on the Internet to obtain directions to her house. I wasn’t too impressed with what he was telling me. After all I could have done that much myself. Slowly I was becoming bored with that little tidbit. However, what he told me next did perk up my interest. Beaner followed the directions to Mrs. Huxley’s house and discovered it was located on a lone country road. The nearest neighbor in either direction was a few miles away. With the house being so isolated he decided to park his car and take a hike through the woods behind her house. He thought if he could spy on her for a while he may find something out that I might be able to use in my planned seduction. Little did I know his action would soon prove to be the correct one to take? As luck would have it from his vantage point he was able to see down into her house. With the help from a pair of high-powered binoculars he was able to look directly into her bedroom. What he described next made my head pound with excitement. Beaner said he watched the house for what seemed to be about twenty minutes or so without a damned thing happening. At that point he was ready to leave and go home. Then Mrs. Huxley entered the bedroom. Beaner thought she must have been doing the housework because he watched her put away a vacuum cleaner in the bedroom closet. He also figured she must have been getting ready to take a shower because she began to strip out of her pullover sweater, bra, jeans, and panties. The visual of her stripping was enough to perk up my pecker, but then his story began to take a twist. It suddenly became even more juicer than I could ever hope. Beaner saw her go to the nightstand by the bed and pull out a twelve inch purple dildo. The thought of her having a dildo made my heart pound to the point where I thought it would burst from my chest. He then relayed how she lay on the bed with her legs spread wide open showing a great amount of wild bushy pubic hair. He said she placed her hand over her pussy and spreads open her lips with two fingers. Her pink labia lips were glistening with her own juices as she shoved and pulled the phallic with wild abandon. The hand she used to open her cunt was now rubbing her clit furiously. Beaner painted an erotic verbal picture of Huxley pushing her hips up to meet each downward stroke of the purple plastic dick she held in her hands. He told me how she was thrashing all over the bed and how he could hear yelling in self-gratification ecstasy. It took her about 10 minutes to reach an orgasm and a screaming one at that he said. My breathing was getting heavy and I could feel my dick getting slimy with pre-cum as my imagination ran wild. “You got to see her play with herself and you never even thought of me. Some friend.” I chided. “If I wasn’t your friend would I have gotten you this?” With great flair, Beaner reached inside his backpack and produced, what had become in my mind already, the legendary purple twelve-inch dildo. Holding it up as if it were the Holy Grail. I swore for a moment there was an eerie light emanating from it. Beaner told me in great detail how he waited for Mrs. Huxley to leave the bedroom and go into the bath to take a shower. He then crept down to the house and onto the patio where he found the sliding glass door to be open. While she was in the shower, Beaner snuck into the bedroom and stole Huxley’s little love toy and then made a hasty exit. I appreciated the fact the Beaner risked a charge of breaking and entering to retrieve the sex toy but I had to look at him with a blank stare. “What the fuck am I suppose to do with that?” “Use it as a key to get into the Mouse’s pussy, asshole.” “How?” “That’s your problem.” With that Beaner tossed the dildo onto my bed and left. Later that night I sniffed it and picked up the aroma of Mrs. Huxley’s pussy. It aroused me to the point where all I had to do was sniff and cum. Thank goodness for economy sized boxes of facial tissue. The next day I took the plastic cock to school with me. Keeping it hidden in my backpack I knew it would be easy to smuggle it in past the metal detectors. Even though I didn’t have a clue on how I was going to use it to get into Denise Huxley’s pussy, but I reasoned the best thing to do would be to make it up as I went along. Luckily for me math was the last class of the day. Otherwise I would have had to do something extremely stupid to in order to stay after school so I be with Mrs. Huxley. But I thought it best to linger behind after the rest of the class left for the day. I reasoned if I did something really dumb she wouldn’t take me seriously enough. No, I had to be cool. I made up my mind this would have to be the day. The day I would pork the middle-aged pussy of my dreams. When I walked into class, Mrs. Huxley was seated at her desk. She wore a charcoal gray business suit, matching pumps with three-inch heels and a mauve silk blouse. I particularly liked the blouse on her because it provided an optimum view of her titties when she bent down. I always took advantage of the view whenever the opportunity arose to look down. She sat at the desk with her legs crossed making the hem of her skirt push back enough to expose some luscious thigh. That particular day she wore the nude pantyhose I loved so much. I began to wonder what color panties she wore. It was the longest forty-five minutes of my entire life up to then. I could hardly pay attention to the lesson being taught that day. All I could think of was Huxley naked on her desk with her legs spread and me pumping my teenaged pecker in and out of her bush-covered hole. I was slammed out of my fantasy by the loud clanging of the bell signaling the end of class and the end of the day. Sticking to my plan I lingered behind while the rest of the class filed out. As the last student left I rose from seat and closed the door. Mrs. Huxley looked up from her lesson plan and turned her head to look at me. “David? What are you doing?” "I didn't want us to be interrupted.” She looked at me with a quizzical look on her face. “Is there something wrong, David?” I slowly walked toward her. Reaching inside my backpack I pulled out the purple monster plastic cock and tossed it on her desk. It landed with a resounding thud. “What do you think you’re doing?” she screamed at me, “Get that filthy thing off of my desk!” “Don’t you recognize it, Mrs. Huxley? It’s yours. Don’t you miss it?” Mrs. Huxley rose quickly from her seat. There was absolute anger in eyes. Her words were lashing out at me, “I’m surprised at you, David. You’re one of my best students. Now I just don’t know what to think of you! Tomorrow you, your parents, and I are going to have a meeting in the principal’s office!” I moved closer to Mrs. Huxley. Standing almost toe-to-toe with her. I casually reached out my hand gently caressed her cheek, “I don’t think so, Mrs. Huxley. Not unless you want me to bring the photos of you using your toy.” There were no photos, of course, but I thought, what the hell, since I was in it this deep I might as well go for broke. Then I took my index finger and touched her lips, rubbing her soft red lip-gloss onto my finger. My eyes locked onto hers and I could sense her fear and apprehension. By then I had her pressed against the windowsill. My finger became insistent; I wanted to insert it into her mouth. Huxley tried to shake her head but I held it in place with my left hand. “Suck my finger”, I ordered. Her tongue found my finger and she began to lick and suck on it as if it were a small erect penis in her mouth. As I pulled my finger away I noticed she was panting a bit. I couldn’t really tell if it was from fear or sexual excitement. “What do you want from, David?” she asked with the slightest tremble in her voice. “Is it money? Do you want money?” “No, baby” I said. “I just want you.” My lips started to kiss the left side of her neck as she cowered against the hard windowsill. I could tell she was becoming totally frightened. By then my right hand was under her skirt rubbing the crotch of her pantyhose. The feel of the nylon material and the warmth of her pussy on my hand excited me to the point of no return. To my surprise and delight her crotch was becoming soaked. I thought I heard her take in a deep breath as my left hand dropped to her chest. Quickly it was under and inside her silken blouse, flipping her bra cup over her right boob my fingers began searching for the nipple. Soon I found the nipple and began to put pressure on it between my thumb and forefinger. Mrs. Huxley’s nipple responded to the touch becoming erect and hard. I began to increase the pressure just to let her know I was in charge. She sucked in a breath of air hard as I pinched just a little more. I planted small light kisses along the left side of her neck. Nuzzling it for second so I could take in the aroma of her hair. It smelled like lilac. To my astonishment I saw a set of tears running from her eyes. Suddenly I realize why she was crying. After all here I was; an eighteen-year-old male student with a forty-one-year old female teacher shoved against the wall with me savagely twisting her right nipple while playing with her panty hosed covered pussy. That turned me on even more and fed my desire for full control even more. My fingers tightened around her rock hard eraser tip nipple. She continued to cry. "No, please don’t do that.” she managed to utter. "Unbutton the blouse baby.” came my quick reply. Her nipple was being cruelly twisted between my nimble fingers. Her eyes were begging me to stop the torment but my fingers continued to flick and pinch her nipple. She hesitated a moment and then began unbuttoning her blouse. As it opened her lacey navy blue bra was exposed. Huxley let both the jacket to the business suit and blouse slide off her arms and onto the floor. By then I also had the skirt bunched up around her hips with my right hand cupping her left ass cheek. I was kneading it like dough for bread. My left leg was in between hers, my thigh digging into her snatch. She responded by bending her knees slightly to position her entire pussy on my thigh, then she ever so slowly began rocking and grinding her hips. I could tell she didn’t do it to pull away; she was becoming turned on by then. The crying stopped completely and her breathing became rapid. My left hand reached around to undo the three clasps that held the bra together. She let it slide down her arms and like the jacket and blouse it landed on the floor in a heap. I admired her small round tits for a moment. They sagged just a bit and there were a few stretch marks on both boobies. I have to admit they weren’t the firm knockers I imagined she possessed; still they were decent for a woman her age. Her nipples were a surprise. The aureoles were the size of tollhouse cookies and they were a pinkish brown color. I placed my lips on the nipple I had been tormenting and began to suck on it. The Unassuming Mrs. Huxley Mrs. Huxley began to moan a guttural sound and the grinding of her hips on my thigh became more rapid and intense. So, I thought to myself, the little mousy woman gets a thrill out of having her titties sucked on. I couldn’t take it any longer. The foreplay had to stop now or my balls were going to explode inside my jeans. I grabbed Huxley by the nape of her neck and pushed her down so that she was bent at the waist. Then I walked her the few steps over the edge of her desk. She never protested. Huxley succumbed totally to the experience. With one strong sweep of my arm I brushed the books and papers onto the floor and pushed her face down onto the surface of the desk. The edge caught her about waist high. I just stared at the sight; Huxley draped over the desk with her ass in the air. "Lift the hem of your skirt.” I ordered. . I watch with great anticipation as her hands left the side of the desk and made their journey to the hem of her gray skirt. She grasped the bottom hem and slowly pulled the skirt up and over her firm little behind. Lacey navy blue panties covered her ass. Denise Huxley was indeed a sight to behold, a very delightful vision. Her ass-cheeks covered by her dark blue lace panties with her firm upper thighs stretched across the desk for the entire world to see. The first touch of her outstretched ass was a gentle caress as my fingertips slowly slid across the tight panties. My index finger outlined her still pantyhose encased legs. I placed my fingertips on the waistband of the hose and pulled them down. Huxley helped a little by kicking off her heels so I could take the hose all the way off. "Spread yourself for me Mrs. Huxley I watched as her legs slowly open. Cupping my fingers over the crotch of her tight panties I began to rub her pussy. “Baby you look really sexy.” I said, “Standing in front of me with your hem pulled up around your waist, your pussy so hot and wet.” My index finger found the leg band of her panties. Pushing it aside I busied myself in searching for her wet hot love hole. My finger made it's way around her swollen labia lips. Then the tip of my finger caressed her blood engorged elongated clit. I felt her shudder as I massaged it gently. A soft moan escaped her lips. "Mrs. Huxley likes her clit stroked doesn't she?" I asked in a taunting tone. “You’re starting to make me cum.” She answered breathlessly. My finger returned to her clit. I then began to brutally rub it as my two other fingers wormed their way to her sopping hairy cunt. The fingers slid deep as she spread her legs as far as she could. This wasn’t enough for me. I stopped the digital attack, grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked them down forcibly to her ankles. Getting down on my knees a pushed my face into her burning vagina. I got a good whiff of her womanhood as my tongue probed her inner most sanctum. Mrs. Huxley wildly pushed her hips back to encase as much of my pleasure producing tongue as possible. Although it seemed like an eternity, the all-encompassing orgasm consumed her body. Huxley began to scream as my tongue went deeper, invading her pussy and flicking her hardened clit. Her body accepted the climax. My tongue continued probing until she collapsed totally on her desk. But I wasn’t through with her yet. Not by a long shot. I grabbed her tight ass cheeks and spread them apart. “God. What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly. Not saying a word I buried my face in her anus and began to lick all around it. Huxley went into a wild spasm as my tongue boldly made its way into her bunghole. I was making her crazy with sexual desire and she couldn’t help herself. Another eternity passed. Mrs. Huxley enjoyed yet another shuddering orgasm. Slumped on her desk Huxley finally slowed her breathing and opened her eyes. She twisted herself around and looked up at my smirking face. I had taken my rock hard cock from my jeans. Now I’m not going to say my cock is this obscene size, I will say, however, it’s a good six inches in length and about two inches in diameter. Average size, I admit, but I was about to use it well. "It's my turn. Open up honey." I said as I went over near her face with my cock in hand. Huxley knew what I wanted her to do next. “No, I can't.” She begged. My hands grabbed her by the ears. Before Mrs. Huxley could utter another word I pulled her face forward and forced my cock down her throat. She was gagging and her breathing was becoming ragged. I forced myself deeper and deeper. The muscles at the back of her throat were beginning to relax as she took in more of my meat. I fucked her face as my testicles were slapping gently against her chin. "Grip my balls, baby. I want you to play with them. " I ordered. She reached for my testicles that were hanging below my cock. Huxley then gently squeezed the soft organs as I tightened my grip on her ears. I was cramming my teenaged dick even deeper into her throat. I quickened my pace. I could hear and feel her muffled groans. Suddenly a torrent of hot cum rushed against the back of her throat. She struggled to suck the volumes of discharge down and into her stomach. My salty cum coated her throat. Mrs. Huxley began choking and some of my spunk escaped her mouth, dribbling along her cheeks. I still continued to have a stranglehold on her ears. My organ slowly softened and at long last it slipped out from her lips. A string of my sperm stretched from her lips to the very tip of my cock as Huxley slipped off the desk on to the wooden floor. I watched as if in slow motion the slimy discharge dripped onto her tits and belly. She looked at me with glazed over eyes. Then I told her to lay down on the floor with her legs spread eagle. Mrs. Huxley did so without saying a word. By then my cock was flaccid and leaking post cum. As I looked down at my teacher with her hairy pussy all wet with woman juice my cock began to become alive again. It was great to be a teenager and be able to make my man missile stand at attention so quickly. Right then and there I just fell between her widely splayed legs pushing my teenaged organ into her unprotected cunt. I covered her heaving breasts with my lips and began to chew at her nipples. She simply lay there beneath me whimpering softly. I pumped hard and vigorously working my hard cock between her legs. Then I erupted inside of her. Cum oozed from her cunt to coat her thighs and then to pool beneath her ass. Then things started to change. Slowly she began to respond, as I was ready to knock off a second piece her legs splayed apart forming a very inviting vee. What had at first been choking sobs now turned to ragged gasp as her head flayed from side to side and when I lowered my face to her tit and bit her nipple she gave a wail of intense pleasure. Then unbelievably her body began to respond tome. It was slowly at first and then faster. Her hips and pelvis moved and her legs went around my hips. She held on tightly as I fucked her hard and fast. Together our hips began a slow dance of wanton lust. Mrs. Huxley’s ass, which until a moment ago, had been pressed against the floor began to raise and fall higher and faster beating a sexual frenzied rhythm against the floor each time her ass cheeks slapped against it before arching back. Pulling out I reached at Mrs. Huxley to turn her about so I could position her on her hands and knees. I roughly pulled her ass cheeks apart letting go a wad of spit and spreading it over her tightly puckered asshole. She glanced back over her shoulder and at the sight of six inches of teenaged meat gave a wanton plea to be ravaged. “Fuck my ass.” She hissed as me. Slowly I rubbed my cock up and down the crack of her ass teasing her ass hole and cunt. Centering my cock against her anal opening I pushed forward with my hips causing the foreskin to peel back as my member slowly parted the puckered pink-brown ring of her anus. I was sliding into, what I quickly found out to be, virgin territory. Denise Huxley’s head flailed about side to side. She grunted with pain as I hunched forward, this time managing to push the head of my dick into her ass. With her eyes scrunched shut and a look of pain, her chestnut brown hair blew around her head giving the appearance of a halo. Huxley changed her mind about the butt fucking. In a pathetic effort to escape the relentless probing of my cock she tried to crawl forward but I reached out twisting my fingers into her hair. I looked almost like a cowboy holding the reins of a horse’s bridle. I snapped her head up and back holding her in place There was no tenderness. My hand closed around her slim waist gripping tightly as the fingers of my other hand remained twisted in her fine hair. Huxley’s eyes rolled in her head until all you could see were the whites. She pleaded with me to stop. Shudders ran through her body as my cock brutally worked at her ass. By the time I was through with Denise Huxley cum coated her thighs, stomach, ass and face almost making it look as if she had bathed in my sperm. Then it was over. I fell exhausted beside her. Totally and completely spent. Covered in my cum she just lay belly down on the floor. After a few minutes had passed I got up and dressed. Huxley sat up and huddled against the side of the desk. Her folded arms hid her head in shame. “Why did I let you do it?” She lamented. “Because I’m more fun than a twelve inch plastic dick.” I answered, throwing the dildo at her feet. She was sobbing when I left. I didn’t care about her emotional state at the time. I wanted to fuck my fantasy babe and that’s exactly what I did. As I walked down the hall I thought how I couldn’t wait to tell the Beaner about the Huxley fuck experience. My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of moaning and grunting. As I neared a partially opened door to a classroom the sounds grew louder. I decided to take a little peak at what was going on inside. There on the teacher’s desk was the Beaner and Mrs. O’Connell, a.k.a. Dr. Death, in a no holds barred wild fuck. I stood and watched for a few seconds before I quietly closed the door. Beaner and I had truly become legends in our senior year. The End