Teacher

In 1969 I was 27 living in the town where I grew up. My folks, now retired, would take care of my seven year old son if I needed a break. He loved being with them so he spent a lot of time at their house. This gave me ample time to screw the three couples in my neighborhood whenever I needed to get laid, which was quite often. I also had the local parish priest stopping by to give me the high hard one whenever he needed it, which again, was quite often, and now I had the grocery boy stopping often.
One day I had to go to my son’s school (not Catholic) to meet his teacher. I showed up at the appointed time and waited in the hall for her to come out and get me. When she stepped out of her classroom I was treated to an image of loveliness. There stood a woman, a little younger than I, about 5 feet 7 inches tall, with long brunette hair, brown eyes, and a face that could launch a thousand ships. I got wet instantly.
I said, “It’s very nice to meet you finally, Miss Watson. My son has told me all about how much he enjoys your class.” She said, “I’m glad, Mrs…” “Call me Lila,” I interrupted. She said, “Okay, Lila, and you can call me Jessica.” I smiled and nodded.
She wore a very stylish skirt down to just above the knees, and a very pretty button blouse that wasn’t too tight, and hose and high heels. I wore a button blouse, and a light grey pleated skirt that came a little higher on my thighs than hers did, but still very tame for me. I also had on dark grey thigh high hose and high heels.
She indicated the student desk for me to sit in front of her desk chair that was obviously for her. She apologized for the desk, but said they didn’t have enough chairs for all the parents. I said, “That’s no problem. I’ll manage,” and as I sat down, I made sure my skirt bunched up high on my thighs, innocently exposing myself to see if she would look. Oh baby, did she look! I knew she could see my creamy thighs above the dark hose. I was hoping she could see my nicely trimmed pussy.
She told me all about what a good student my son was, and how she really enjoyed having him in her class. I knew all that already. What I was concentrating on was where she was looking, and how I could see her nipples growing under her blouse through her bra. It was when I caught her looking at my pussy, and subconsciously run her tongue over her lips that I knew I had her.
The door to the room opened and the janitor entered. He said, “Ma’am, you two are the last in the building. I’ll be leaving soon so please turn out the lights and pull up the bar on the door to lock it when you leave.” My teacher waved and told him, “Goodnight, Sam.” Excellent, we were going to be alone.
She indicated for me to extricate myself from my student desk, and come over to her desk to see my son’s work. I spread my left leg wide to the left in order to get out. I could feel the cool air on my very wet, exposed pussy lips. She didn’t have to look, but she most certainly did.
She stood behind her desk, and I stood very close next to her. When she couldn’t see me, I undid two of my top buttons on my blouse, and got to her left. As I bent over, looking intently at my son’s work, I could feel her looking at my left breast that was nicely exposed through the opening in my blouse.
As she showed me the papers, I moved my leg so it was touching hers, my left arm against her. I felt her tremble a little. I took my left hand and put it on her back. I asked, “Are you alright?” I was moving my hand across her shoulder blades. She said, “Yes, that feels good. I don’t have anyone to scratch my back.” I said, “What a shame,” and put my hand under her blouse and started lightly scratching her back above her bra strap.
She said, “That feels good.” Twang! I had her bra strap unhooked in less that half a second. I got very good at popping bra straps. “Oh!” she exclaimed. I said, “I can scratch your whole back now,” and she seemed to relax.
I started gently rubbing her back, and then started to use my nails. I got behind her and put both hands on her back and scratched down both sides of her spine. My pussy was pushing against her ass, and she started to move it in a circular motion. I moved my hands to her sides, and then I reached around and gently grabbed her tits. “Mrs…” “Lila,” I said. “Lila, I don’t think…” “Good, don’t think, enjoy the feelings.”
Her nipples were so hard, as I caught them between my fingers and tweaked them hard. Her head went down as she just held onto that desk for dear life. I unsnapped her skirt, unzipped it, and pushed it down her legs. She stepped out of it. Garters, hose, and heels, yum. I reached up and placed my hand on her pussy. Her panties were soaked. They slowly slid down her legs and off. I turned her around, she looked at me, came towards me, and I got the sweetest kiss I had received in a long time.
Her lips were so soft. I enjoyed her kisses for many minutes. I then unbuttoned her blouse and took it off of her. I was out of my clothes in seconds. We continued to kiss, rubbing our naked bodies together.
I laid her back on the desk, all over my son’s papers. I bent over and gave her pussy a lick. She tasted delightful. Her legs went up, her heels shaking slightly from excitement. The desk was just the right height for me to be comfortable bent over. She was moaning softly as I kissed and licked her pussy. I put two fingers in her and she grabbed my head and held it hard against her pulsing pussy. She was about to cum.
“I just came…back.. to.. check…” There stood Sam, the janitor, a look of shock on his face that would have been comical if I didn’t know the seriousness of our situation. Jessica tried to get up, grabbing a breast in each hand, a look of sheer terror on her face. I held her down with my arms, as I stood up. I didn’t try to cover anything. I just held Jessica down.
I could imagine the scene from where he stood. The beautiful, young teacher, her legs straight up and spread, wearing a garter belt, hose, and high heels. Then there was the stranger, bent over, naked, her mouth against the incredible young teacher’s pussy, the teacher moaning her head off. Remember, girl on girl sex back then was taboo. I knew I had to think fast.
I looked at him and said, “Sam, you can leave if you want, but I think you should come here and fuck me.” Jessica looked at me and said, “What?” in pure panic. Sam didn’t move. I said again, “Come here behind me, Sam, take off those coveralls, and slide your cock inside me.” I was very scared, but I was out of ideas. “Come here now, Sam!” I said with more force, and he actually started to move behind me. I bent over.
He stood behind me in a trance. He reached out a very calloused hand and rubbed my butt tentatively. “That feels good, Sam, please don’t stop.” I pushed Jessica on her back, her hands still covering her breasts, tears coming down the sides of her face, her eyes closed.
It wasn’t until I heard those overalls hit the floor before I started to relax. He pulled down his underwear, and stepped forward. Why is it the folks like my mechanics, and our janitor friend here, have such nice dicks? All I knew was his was pushing between my pussy lips with intent. God, it felt good to feel his cock keep going and going until we were pressed together, and then feel him pull slowly out.
Jessica, meanwhile, was still hardly breathing. I said softly, “It’s okay, he’s inside of me,” and she seemed to relax a little, her eyes opening to look at me. I went back to that beautiful pussy and slowly worked up to where we were before being interrupted. Sam was giving my pussy a good reaming. He reached around and grabbed my breasts in those rough hands. I love rough hands on my breasts. He then raked his nails down my alabaster back, leaving long red streaks. Oh, did that feel good.
The intensity of our motion increased. All three of us were making sounds of pleasure. What a view Sam had. He could look down and see his slippery cock gliding in and out of me. My back now had red streaks from my neck to my ass with blood appearing from the spots where he really had dug in. Jessica’s legs were straight up and widely spread, shaking more and more as she raced towards her climax.
Sam grabbed my hair and pushed my head against Jessica’s pussy. That did it for her. She came with a shout, her hands grabbing Sam’s wrists, pulling my head deeper into her, his hands still having a death grip on my hair, me unable to breath.
Sam started to really slam into me at that point, and I started to cum so hard my legs started to give out. Sam let go of my hair and grabbed my hips, holding me up as he continued to piston in and out of me.
I was finally able to breath, but I wasn’t about to stop cumming. Each time he pounded hard into me, I cried out, until finally, his hands digging his nails into the soft flesh of my hips, Sam came like a bull, and came, and came. I’m sure if anyone was walking by the school, they would have heard him. God only knows when the last time that poor man got to cum in a woman, and he was going to get every drop he had into me.
It took a long time for us to break apart. When Sam pulled out with a “pop” I slumped into the desk chair, my legs spread, Sam’s cum dripping on the seat. I thought Jessica would quickly want to cover herself, but she just laid there, looking at Sam, who was leaning against the chalk board, his cock leaking jizz on the floor. She said, “Sam, if you ever hope to do that again, you better keep your mouth shut.” Boy, if I had a nickel for every time I told some guy that.
Sam seemed to wake up, “You don’t have to worry about nothin’ Miss Watson. Even if we never did that again I will never tell a soul.” She got off the desk, walked over to him, grabbed his cock, gave him a kiss, and said, “Good, Sam, good.”
When I was getting dressed, I saw her damp panties on the floor. I scooped them up and put them in my purse. I then kissed her, then Sam, and left. I knew she would go nuts looking for those panties. After a week I called her and asked if she were missing anything. She said, her voice getting louder with each word, “Lila, did you take my panties?” I simply said, “If you want them back, I’ll have my son bring them to class, or you can come over to get them yourself tomorrow.” “You little shit!” she yelled, “I’ll be there tomorrow, with a cane to spank you.” She did, I think I still have the marks.