I definitely needed this. Everything in my life seemed pointless, so it was nice to be around some one who still had the vigor and passion for it that I used to have. We had bumped into each other and immediately went for drinks. I remember you quite distinctly, as I had you for two years rather than just one, and you were one of the brightest students I’d ever had.
And I can see that you put that brightness into good use. Graduated in four years, quite the feat in this day and age. And I’m quite flattered to hear that I had inspired you to become an English teacher, though you still plan on writing novels on the side. I’m excited to hear about your college adventures. Your first experiences with alcohol, new ideas and philosophies you had encountered being outside of our small suburb, and even, after we’d had a few drinks, some details on your love life.
Talking about my life was not quite as stellar. I wasn’t sure if it was on my end because I’m stressed or the kids end, but there aren’t as many bright students such as yourself in my classes anymore. Getting married (I could tell you seemed disappointed when I threw that out there) was great, but after we had the kid things weren’t going quite as well. You prodded a bit because I was reluctant to divulge details, but based on the way you were accentuating your cleavage, bending over the counter, I think you knew.
It took a third beer before I gave in. At first, the light flirting set a nice tone and made me feel excited about the moment in a way that I haven’t for a while, especially coming from a gorgeous, passionate individual such as yourself. And I won’t lie and say that part of the excitement came from the taboo, both from turning my back on my lovely wife and from the idea of sharing my lips and other things with some one who used to be my student.
But a few sultry glances and leg touches and flirty whispers later and we were at your parents house (they were going for the weekend). You were a giggly fit, was this something you had been thinking about for a while? Your childhood bedroom seemed not to have changed at all. I’m momentarily reminded of your age and relation to me before being distracted by your body pressing against mine and your lips finding their way onto my own.
We must have both been too excited, because the kiss is passionate and sloppy. We’re both doing too many things at once, touching each other, trying to remove clothing, dry humping, trying to get onto the bed. Now that we’ve crossed the barrier there’s so many things we could do to each other, with each other.
But after you feel my hard on against you, you grin, knowing exactly how you want me first. Against the foot of the bed, with my cock in your mouth. “I could tell you had a big cock when I was in your class.” I gulp nervously, reminded of the age gap, before you pull me back into the moment with the sound of my slacks unzipping. Your eyes have practically gotten me off already, staring up at me, saying “look how I’ve grown.” You’ve made me grow too, and you pull out the prize you’ve won with awe.
You tease me at first, sliding the tips of your fingers along my shaft and kissing my thighs. You slide your tongue along my member, making me moan with delight. College taught you well. You smirk when you hear me. “We’ve only just begun, professor” you say before engulfing me with your mouth. “shit...” I manage out, grabbing your hair hungrily. As you begin your barrage of mouth pleasures you slowly turn me from a man of civilized society to a depraved animal, just as messy in the head as the mess of saliva and friction you’ve forced onto my cock.
Your rough blowjob has inspired me to become a different man, and your mouth will no longer satisfy me in the way that I need, I must show you the fire you’ve lit in me. I lift you up by the neck and throw you on the bed, hungrily removing your skirt and panties. Your already creamy pussy makes my mouth water.
My tongue is a medium with which to show you the want you’ve given me. The taste of your oozing cunt and your wailing in delight and your body grinding against me sends me into overdrive. I kiss and bite your thighs, tongue fuck your hole, and give your clit the rough massage it’s desperately craved ever since you first walked into my classroom. You can feel the waves of pleasure ever increasing as my tongue pushes you further and further into a mania you never want to leave. You cunt drips onto my tongue and face, a present for performing well. “You taste so much better than my wife,” I say, and the thought of it, and my tongue returning onto your clit, and my moans, and the whole taboo of the situation, it pushes you over the edge of ecstasy. You’re glad your parents aren’t home, but are concerned that your neighbors will know the delicacy you’ve just received based on the wail I’ve pushed out of your body.
Your body is boiling, kindled, possessed with pleasure, but you hardly have time to catch your breath before you feel my throbbing member slide against your clit. You make a pass at composure and look me in the eye, aching for what comes next. “Fuck me professor,” you say in the most innocent voice you can muster. I grind a bit more, enjoying teasing you, before you grab my cock and position it. “Fuck me hard.”
Your lips spread easily for me, and my entrance feels better as you come to understand my thickness and length. After I’ve gotten deep inside you I’m quick to take your advice. My hips pound against you, cramming your pussy over and over against with the warm, thick spear you’ve been craving since high school. I hold my body against you as I thrust, my hands gripping into your skin desperately. “Does my pussy feel good professor?” You ask breathlessly. I nod excitedly, growling my approval of the feeling. “I love the way you’re using me... Your wife must not be giving it to you like you need it.” I moan at the mention of my wife. This is so much better right now.
“You’re gonna make me cum baby...” Normally I last much longer but this is more than I can handle right now. I haven’t had good pussy like this in so long, I’m in a frenzy, fucking you hard and fast with all my might. My mind is leaving me, there’s only this feeling. You can feel my balls smacking against your ass and you can only think of one place for them to empty into. “Cum inside me, professor I want your babies!”
I shout as my cock empties itself into you. I stop thrusting, leaving my cock at the deepest point, but you can still feel your pussy pulsating around as my cum is pumped into you, filling you and spilling out it’s warmth. I pant, attempting to recover, but managing only to fall into your kissing embrace.
This is only the first time we’ll have had sex this evening, and I definitely needed more of this.
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