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After Mrs. Jennings left, I got something to eat, did my homework, and watched some TV until my mother got home.  My mother asked about my day at school, football practice, and how my tutoring session went.  I assured her it went fine.  Before I went to bed I took out one of my porn magazines from the bottom drawer of my chest of drawers, masturbated to the photos of two girls fucking a man, and imagined the girls were Mrs. Jennings and Mrs. Drew and the man was me.  As I lay in bed to wait until sleep took me, I thought of what Mrs. Jennings might be doing.  I wondered if her husband had sex with her before they went to sleep and smiled at the idea of him getting my sloppy seconds.   

The next day at school went normally with classes, skipping study hall with my school friend Tony, who was also our football team's quarterback, football practice, and then home.  I did not see much of Mrs. Jennings that day except when I would pass her classroom between my classes or in the cafeteria during lunch as she ate with the other faculty, which included her husband.  During lunch, she did look up from her food and watched me for a few seconds, and blushed when I winked at her.  It was a typical day.  Thursday was the same except Tony and I did not skip our study period.  Thursday evening, I wondered if Mrs. Jennings would truly show up for our tutoring session.  I had doubts if she would, but she did.  She was ten minutes early.

True to her word, we worked on school work first but it did not last long before we were once more in my bed.  Surprisingly it was Mrs. Jennings who ended our tutor session after only about thirty minutes once we started. 

We were going over the CliffsNotes for the play that we were assigned in class to read and be tested on in the future and have to write an essay on, Shakespeare’s Macbeth.  I did not need help with it; I like Shakespeare and Macbeth was my favorite play of his.  See, I was not just a dumb jock.  I liked to read and my grade point average was actually not bad but per the recruiter for the college I was offered a scholarship for, my GPA needed to be a little higher, more so than other applicants and potential scholarship athletes.

The college I wanted to attend and was offered a scholarship to was The Citadel in Charleston, South Carolina, a state military school.  I had always wanted to go there ever since I was fourteen and read Pat Conroy’s novel The Lords of Discipline.  The coach of our football team worked hard to get one of their scouts to come to see me play my junior year and they liked what they saw, but the small private school I attended was not up to the admissions academic standards.  The Citadel had higher academic standards, even for their scholarship athletes, than most state schools.  My school did not offer AP classes or college credit classes; they were more focused on religion than academics, and I needed a higher GPA and SAT scores than most other applicants for the college.  My SAT scores were not an issue.  It was my GPA that needed work.

As Mrs. Jennings and I went over the play and the CliffsNotes, she verbally quizzed me on various topics of the play, asked me what I thought they meant, my interpretation of events and various dialogs, and basic questions I would need for the test and essay I was going to have to write.  After about fifteen minutes of us starting, Mrs. Jennings came to stand behind me.  She bent over my shoulder and pointed out passages in the play.  I could smell her perfume and her hair and I noticed she would inhale my scent on occasion.  I purposely did not shower when I got home from practice because based on Tuesday night I knew she liked the masculine scent of my body after I had been sweating.  She placed her hand on my back as she leaned over my shoulder and would run her hand up and down it in a caressing manner.  I was again wearing just a pair of athletic shorts and my sweat-stained half football shirt I wore under my shoulder pads, and my hard cock was evident under my shorts.  Mrs. Jennings would glance at it often.

“You know this, don’t you?”  She asked me as she took her small hand and placed it on mine and closed the book.

“Yeah, I like Macbeth.”

Mrs. Jennings leaned down and started kissing my neck as her arms draped over my shoulders and she started running her hands over my chest.  “I think we can stop for the evening.”

I placed my hands over hers and held them still.  “Are you sure I know it?  I think I need to go over the act one again.”

“Please don’t tease me tonight,” she whispered in my ear.  “I want…I…I need you inside me so bad.”

I pulled her arms gently and moved my chair away from the table so she was now facing me and standing between me and the table.  “I don’t know, Mrs. Jennings, I think I really need to work on this.”

Mrs. Jennings pulled the hem of her dress up and straddled my lap and placed her arms around my neck and I cupped her butt.  “Stop being so mean.  I have been thinking about this all day.”

“Just all day?  What about yesterday?”  I pulled her body closer to mine and started kissing her neck and ears.  Mrs. Jennings gave a loud gasp when I started kissing and sucking her ear lobes. 

“Yes…ohhh, baby, please…yes I thought about it yesterday…please, Patrick, don’t tease me.”  Mrs. Jennings started moving her hips and grinding against my hard cock.

“I thought about you also,” I admitted.  “All I could think about was how sexy you are, how sexy your body is, and fucking you.  I was horny all the time thinking of it.”

Mrs. Jennings pulled her head back and looked in my eyes, “You didn’t…you didn’t do anything with another girl, did you?  That whore you were with Tuesday night was not here, was she?” 

I chuckled at her asking me that question, “No, I didn’t do anything with another girl.  I did masturbate a few times thinking of you.”  I didn’t tell her I also fantasized about her and Mrs. Drew having sex with me or some of the other fantasies I had about her when I jerked off.  I don’t think she would have liked to hear those because they were quite taboo and kinky.

Besides my masturbation fantasy about having a threesome with her and Mrs. Drew and some of the other kinky, taboo things I thought about, I fantasized about having a threesome with her and another boy.  My best friend Michael and I had a threesome with Selina and it was a turn on seeing Selina getting fucked by Michael, having her on her hands and knees while I fucked her from behind and she sucked his cock, and the other positions we had in her when we fucked her.  I had hoped we could have double penetrated her but Selina did not enjoy anal sex and had told us she would do a lot of things but her asshole was off-limits.  I thought it would be so hot to watch Mrs. Jennings getting fucked by another boy around my age and myself at the same time.

“Patrick, you shouldn’t do that.  That…pleasuring yourself is…it’s just not…you shouldn’t do that.  It’s wrong.”

I laughed, “I was horny.  Would you rather I fucked another girl instead?”

“Well no, of course not!  You could have waited until tonight.”

I reached up and started to unbutton the front of her dress.  Mrs. Jennings was wearing the same dress she wore that day to school.  It was a very conservative loose-fitting, floral print dress that had four buttons at the top in the front.  The neckline came up way over her breasts, almost up to her throat, and then hem came down about an inch past her knees.  When I was running my hands up her dress and over her panties, I noticed she was once again wearing a garter belt, garters, and stockings.  She had told me she did not like wearing pantyhose.  I found it humorous that she dressed very conservatively but wore garters and stockings and seriously thought Mrs. Jennings was naïve to the fact that thigh-high stockings, garter belt, and garters were sexy.  She wore them out of comfort for her and not to be sexy.

“Mrs. Jennings, I am a teenage boy.  We get horny all the time and sometimes we just have to take care of it.”  I unbuttoned the last button and pushed the dress over her shoulders.  Mrs. Jennings was wearing a white bra.  She gave a soft whimpering moan and her hands tightened around the back of my neck as I kissed her shoulder and then a gasp when my hand went under her bra and found her dark nipple. 

“Don’t you ever do it?  Masturbate?”

“No!  That’s disgusting!”  She pulled her body back some but stayed on my lap.  “I…I never…would never…that’s so…well…that’s just nasty and wrong.”

“No it’s not.  I know girls who do that and it’s fun to watch them.”

“Ewww, Patrick.  That’s…nice girls don’t do that.”  Her eyes narrowed, “What girls?  Those trashy harlots you seem to like?”

I chuckled at her jealousy but ignored it.  “So what do you do when you get horny?  Let your husband fuck you?  Did Dick fuck you last night?  Did he fuck you when you got home Tuesday night after I fucked you?”  Yes, I was being such an ass, I know.  Unlike Mrs. Jennings, I did not ask if she had sex with her husband out of jealousy.  I did not care if she did or not or hell, I did not care if she got gang banged by the entire football team.  I was teasing her on purpose, trying to get the reaction out of her that I found amusing and sexy.

Mrs. Jennings tried to get off my lap but I held her down.  She reacted the way I wanted.  “Let me up right now!”  She pushed against my chest.  “I…that is none of your business and…and I told you that my relationship with my husband was something we were not to discuss!”

As she tried to get off of me, I grabbed her arms and put them behind her back, and with one hand, held both of her small wrists behind her.  Mrs. Jennings’s momentum forced her to fall into my chest.  The older woman struggled and whimpered for me to let her go as I kissed her neck.  Her struggling stopped and her whimpers of distress quickly turned into whimpers and gasps of pleasure when I used my free hand to play with her nipple again and I kissed and licked and gently nibbled her ear.  I came to discover that her nipples were an extremely erogenous zone for her along with other parts of her body, like her ears.  She really enjoyed her ears being kissed and sucked on and got very aroused when her sensitive nipples were played with.  We started kissing with a passion and I stood up and sat her on the table as my hands ran up her dress.

“Darling, please…not here…please, Patrick, take me to the bedroom.”  She was running her hands over my stomach and under my tee-shirt.

I had a brief thought of fucking her on the small dining table but decided not to.  It was a cheap table and not very sturdy and it would have collapsed with my weight.  Plus it was where my mom and I ate dinner on her nights off and I did not want to think about how I fucked someone on the table while sharing a meal with my mother.  I lifted my teacher off the table while grabbing her butt, Mrs. Jennings put her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and I carried her to my bedroom while she giggled and kissed my throat.

“I…I didn’t,” she said in a soft voice as I carried her down the hall.

“You didn’t what?”

“Have sex with Richard,” she confessed.  I laughed as I carried her into my room.

I sat Mrs. Jennings gently on my bed, stood up, and took off my tee-shirt, shorts, and underwear.  She kept her eyes on my body as I undressed.

“Would you have let him?”  I asked as I stood naked next to the bed, my large hard cock jutting out between my legs. 

“Let who do what?”  She asked, her eyes staring at my penis.

“Let your husband fuck you.”

Mrs. Jennings looked up into my eyes, “I…yes…I…he is my husband and I…it’s my wifely duty.”

I nodded and as I leaned down to kiss her, Mrs. Jennings reached out and took my erection in her hand and once again started to glide it over my cock.  She sure did seem to enjoy touching it.

When I leaned down to kiss her, she turned her head.  “Patrick, can…I…make love to me tonight.  Don’t do it as rough as you did it the first time,” she asked me as she bit her lower lip.

“You seemed to like it when I fucked you.”

“I did…very much.  I would just like to be more intimate tonight.”

“OK, Mrs. Jennings, I will, but you have to do something for me.  Two things.”

“What?”  She asked suspiciously.  “I…I won’t put it in my mouth.”

I grinned, “No, as much as I want you to suck my cock I won’t make you.  First I want to watch you get undressed.  No more hiding your body from me.  I like your body and find you so sexy and I want to see you naked as much as I can.”  She nodded her head.  “The other thing is I want you to let me go down on you.   Want you to let me use my mouth on your pussy.”

Mrs. Jennings gave me a shocked look.  “I…I don’t know.  I never did that before and…you like that?  You don’t think it’s obscene and gross?”

I stepped closer to her, took her hand, and brought it to my hard cock.  Mrs. Jennings immediately took my penis in her hand and started to stroke it.  She had told me she liked touching my dick and she was telling the truth because she did not hesitate in the least.  I reached down and brushed her hair over her ears.

“Not at all.  I enjoy it very much and the taste of your pussy.  You will like it also, I promise.”  I did take notice she had not tried to verbally chastise me so far that evening for the use of my crude words.  I guessed she knew I was going to keep using such words.  I was a little disappointed.  I liked when she would tell me I was being crude or vulgar.

“You are not going to do anything like…well…like bite me down there or anything like that?”

I laughed and I laughed hard as she blushed.  “No.  Why would you even think that?”

“Stop laughing at me.  I…I don’t know what happens when a man does that.  I told you I never have done that before.  Never even thought about it.”  She was very embarrassed.

“No, I won’t bite it.”  I was still laughing at her and leaned down and kissed her mouth.

“OK, but if I want you to stop, you have to promise me you will.”

“I will.  I promise,” I assured her, “but I don’t think you will ask me to stop.”  I grinned.

Mrs. Jennings just nodded but she looked very unsure.  I lifted her to her feet, kissed her lips, and then sat on the edge of the bed to watch her undress.  She took a step back and swallowed hard and then started to take off her clothes.  She did so slowly but not out of trying to be sexy or to tease me, but out of embarrassment.  She started by lifting her right leg and reaching down to take off her heels.  She wore light blue color heels to match the floral print of her dress and the heels were not very high at all; I would have to guess at two-inch heels.  She was looking at me and I shook my head.

“Keep them on,” I told her and she nodded.

Since I had unbuttoned her dress earlier, Mrs. Jennings gave it a little tug and it fell to the floor at her feet.  She stepped out of the dress at her feet and stood in front of me wearing just her undergarments.  Unlike what she wore Tuesday night, her panties this time were tighter white bikini briefs and not as conservative as the first time we had sex.  I raised my eyebrows when I noticed that tonight she wore them over her stockings and garters instead of under.  She blushed and shrugged her shoulders.

“I…you wanted me to keep my stockings on the other night so…well…I…” Mrs. Jennings stammered.

“I like it,” I assured her and she smiled shyly.  “Now your bra and then your panties.”

Mrs. Jennings removed her bra and pushed her panties down to her ankles.  When she stood back up, she once again brought her hand to her pussy and crossed her other arm over her chest.  I shook my head again and the older woman moved her hand away from her crotch and dropped her arm covering her chest to her side.  I took a moment to admire her small body and noticed her nipples were erect and she was breathing hard.  I thought the contrast of the perfect upside-down triangle shape of her black hair above her pussy and her dark nipples against her pale complexation was so sexy.  The diameter of her areoles was small and her erect nipples were long and looked like Hershey Kisses chocolate candy attached to her small breasts. 

I took my time to admire her body; the previous time we had sex, I did not look over her entire body because I was in more of a hurry to fuck her and focused more on the sight of her pussy.  Mrs. Jennings stood in front of me, embarrassed by my looking at her, and fidgeting slightly.  Mrs. Jennings was thirty-six years old and had a pretty face.  I would not say she looked younger than her age; her face looked like a thirty-six-year-old woman.  I thought she would have been prettier if she would change her outdated hairstyle.  She wore her hair in a bouffant hairstyle similar to how Jackie Kennedy or other women of that time wore theirs.  She later told me she had worn her hair like that since she was seventeen.  While her pretty face looked her age, her body looked that of a woman much younger.  She had these light color, sparse freckles on her shoulders that ran down to the center of her chest.        

“Turn around,” I told her.  Mrs. Jennings turned around so I could see her sexy little butt.  She stood with her legs close together. 

I liked her small ass and how it protruded out slightly.  She did not have a wide ass - her hips were narrow and almost straight - but her ass bubbled out a little behind her and it was nice and tight and the way it curved at the bottom back under her legs looked so sexy.  Like the rest of her body, Mrs. Jennings’s legs were skinny and her thighs were thin, but she had a nice sexy thigh gap, and even as she stood with her legs close together and her knees almost touching I could see the bottom of her fat pussy between the gap below her butt.  On her right butt cheek was a smooth light brown birthmark about the size of a quarter that I noticed the time I fucked her from behind. 

I liked the female form, and over the years, I have had sex with girls and women with different body types, from petite and skinny, petite and more voluptuous, tall thin model type women, tall voluptuous women, and other types; but it was the petite skinny girls like Mrs. Jennings I preferred.  Maybe it was how I enjoyed the contrast of my larger, muscular body against their smaller thin body or maybe it was the thought of my above-average-sized cock going inside their petite bodies; I didn’t know.  All I knew at age seventeen was I was extremely attracted to Mrs. Jennings and her body.

I noticed some small bruises on the back of her upper thighs, bruises I had put there with my hands when I fucked her Tuesday night.  I didn’t feel bad about it; I thought they were sexy on her alabaster skin.  I don’t know if she knew they were there, but I assumed she did, but she never said anything about them.  Maybe they were part of the reason Mrs. Jennings did not want me to fuck her as rough that night.  Maybe she saw and felt the bruising and did not want any more on her body because her husband might notice them. 

“Bend over a little, put your hands on your ass cheeks, and spread them apart so I can see your pussy better.  I want to see how wet your pussy is.”

 Mrs. Jennings looked over her shoulder and glared at me.  “I will not!  This is enough of this.  I did what you wanted and I won’t do that.”  She used her teacher's voice, the voice she used when she had to verbally discipline a student in her class for misbehaving. 

I chuckled, “OK,” I conceded.  “Come over here.”

Mrs. Jennings turned around and walked to me as I spread my legs, cupped her butt cheeks, and pulled her between my legs.  She leaned down, put her arms around my neck, and we started kissing.  She gasped out when my mouth covered her nipple and my tongue flicked over it and then giggled when I picked her up and moved our bodies to lie on the bed.  I kneeled between her legs and Mrs. Jennings placed her feet flat on the bed, bent her knees, and allowed me to spread her legs further apart.  I smiled at her for not being so shy about me looking at her body as she was that first night.  I leaned down and kissed her again on the mouth and she responded with a great deal of passion.   

“Patrick, ohhh yes…yes…ohhh, darling, please…put it inside me…ohhh my Lord…yes…yes…please, baby, I want you inside me.”  Mrs. Jennings moaned out and made whimpering sounds as I kissed her neck, her ears, and her sexy nipples.  She was clutching my butt tight, trying to pull me into her as she arched her back, thrusting and wiggling her butt franticly as she was somehow trying to get my cock inside her.

Still kneeling on my knees between her spread legs, I kissed my way down her breasts, her stomach, and kissed the dark pubic hairs above her pussy.  I ran my hands down her legs and took off her heels and tossed them to the floor as I licked and kissed her inner thighs as she continued to beg me to put my cock in her sex.  I ignored her pleas and raised my head and used my fingers of my right hand to spread her pussy apart as my left hand moved under her butt and gripped it tight.  I was going to go down on her pussy, to use my mouth on her to taste her and bring her pleasure, but first I wanted to take a moment to look at it.

I spread her pussy open so I could see the pink of her pussy that ran up from the entrance of her sex and her long slit up to her clit hood.  Mrs. Jennings’s pussy was very wet with the natural lubricant of her sex. 

“Fuck, that pussy is so wet,” I said aloud more to myself than to her.  After she heard my comment I had to grab her wrist and move it when she brought her hand down to cover herself.  I looked up at her and shook my head.  Mrs. Jennings looked away in embarrassment and put her arms above her head and tried to close her spread legs.

“Stop it,” I told her as I used my knees to prevent her from clamping her legs shut.  Maybe I said it too harshly in my excitement because Mrs. Jennings gave a little whimper that sounded more like fear than embarrassment but did not protest when I placed my hands on her knees and spread her legs even further apart.    

I knew from the first time we had sex Mrs. Jennings got very wet but it amazed me how wet she was this evening.  I had never seen a girl or woman become so wet so quickly.  Our foreplay had been intense but short and I had not expected Mrs. Jennings to be as aroused as her pussy indicated.  When I spread her pussy apart I could see a little puddle of her sex fluid had formed just under a small, shallow round crease under the entrance to the inside of her pussy.  Her slit that ran up between her thin lips of her sex from the entrance to her clit was about three inches long, spread open by my fingers, and glistening from her dampness.  I liked her fat pussy. 

I slowly ran a finger down her slit to the entrance of her pussy and Mrs. Jennings gasped out when my finger entered her.  I easily slid a second finger into her, curled my fingers, and made circular motions.  Mrs. Jennings was moaning softly.  I was not fingering to give her pleasure but to get my fingers covered in her pussy fluid.  I then inserted a third finger into her tight pussy and Mrs. Jennings gasped out loudly.

“Uhhhh…please…uhhhh God, please, baby, stop…stop teasing me…please uhhhh make love to me,” she pleaded out.

I looked up at her and saw her chest rise and fall as she was breathing hard now.  Mrs. Jennings’s eyes were wide as she looked at me and her mouth was open in an O shape.  I smiled at her.

“Fuck, Mrs. Jennings, you are so wet I bet I could easily put my whole hand up your pussy,” I teased her.

“Ohhh…no, no…please…don’t…please don’t, Patrick,” she cried out loudly in a panicked voice.

I chuckled.  I was not going to do that.  Fisting did not turn me on.  What did arouse me was the sound of fear mixed with the sound of pleasure in her plea and that she did not try and move or close her legs or stop me.  It was as if even though she did not want me to fist her pussy she would have let me do it anyway.  Instead, I twisted and turned my hand and fingers.  When I pulled them out of her, her sex fluid was so thick and sticky that there was a single, clear string-like strand of her natural lubricant coming up from her pussy and attached to my fingers.  The strand snapped when it became about three inches long. I lifted my hand to her chest.

“Look how wet you are,” I told her.

Mrs. Jennings looked at my hand, and her face and chest flushed with humiliation as I spread my fingers apart and her fluid stuck to them, making more of the clear strands.  I grinned at her and brought my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers clean.

“Damn, you taste so good.” I held my hand to her face, “Want to taste yourself?”

Mrs. Jennings turned her head and closed her mouth tight and made a muffled 'no' sound and her face furrowed in disgust.  I chuckled again.  I then lowered my head, placed one hand on her pelvis, the other under her butt, and then placed my mouth on her pussy to taste her again.    

The first thing I did was use my tongue to lick the small puddle of her pussy fluid that had formed in her pussy.  She tasted so good but I enjoyed how all girls I have gone down on tasted.  I just really liked tasting pussy.  I placed my tongue in the entrance to her sex and licked and sucked her.  I knew that really would not give her much pleasure just using my tongue there but I did not care.  I just wanted to taste her some more.  I would give her pleasure using my mouth in other ways.  I ran my tongue up her slit as I took my right hand and peeled back her clit hood.  Mrs. Jennings gasped out when my tongue found her clit and she put her arms above her head.

“Ohhh, baby…ohhh yes…please…that feels so good…please, baby, don’t stop,” she cried out as I used my tongue on her little pleasure nub.

I didn’t stop.  I placed my mouth over the top of her clit hood and used my tongue on her.  Mrs. Jennings started moaning out with pleasure, her hands pressing against the headboard, and her hips wiggling about.  I placed one hand under her butt to hold her in place as I teased her clit and slid a finger of my other hand in her wet pussy.

“God!  Ohhh, Patrick…ohhh Patrick…yes…there…there…ohhh yes,” my teacher moaned out.

I took my mouth off of her and looked up at her face.  “Do you want me to stop?”  I teased and ran my thumb over her clit in a circular motion.  “You were very unsure about me doing this and I will stop if you want me to.”

Mrs. Jennings raised her head as she lowered one arm and placed a hand on the back of my head.  “No…please don’t.  It feels so good.  Keep doing it, baby, please,” Mrs. Jennings told me as she tried to push my head back down between her legs. 

She started to stretch out her legs.  I know it was not because she wanted me to stop; that was obvious by her words and actions, so maybe she was getting uncomfortable.  I stopped her and she once more placed her feet flat on the bed with her legs bent at the knees and I spread her legs further apart than they had been before.  Her knees almost touched the bed.  Mrs. Jennings did nothing to stop me.  I was surprised how flexible she was, how easy her legs spread apart.  I found out weeks later by asking her about her flexibility and Mrs. Jennings blushed as she told me she and some of the other female teachers did yoga and she did it at home as well.

I put my mouth back on her pussy and started to go down on her.  Once again I licked her pussy and lapped up her sex fluid, ran my tongue all over her pussy, and then attacked her clit with my tongue.  When my tongue touched her clit, Mrs. Jennings gasped out and gripped my head tighter.

“Ohhhh, Patrick…yes…yes…there.  Please, baby, right there.  Ohhh, God, that feels so good,” she moaned out. 

Mrs. Jennings started to moan and her body started squirming so much that she would wiggle away from my tongue and I had to put a hand under her butt and hold it tight to keep her in place.  I teased her with my tongue for a while longer and then inserted my index finger into her pussy; she was so wet it slid in very easily.  I then inserted my middle finger and then ring finger into her and started to finger fuck her as my tongue continued to massage her clit.  Mrs. Jennings started moaning louder and she put her arms above her head and gripped my headboard again as she continued to plead for me not to stop what I was doing to her.  I teased her like that for several more moments and by the sounds of her moans and loud whimpers of pleasure and the way she squirmed, I knew she was about to cum.  I took my mouth off her clit and pulled my fingers out of her now very wet pussy and knelt between her legs.

“Why…why did you stop?”  Mrs. Jennings panted out in a whining voice.  The look on her face was priceless; it showed desire, lust, and the need to orgasm.  Her expression was very sexy as it showed not her desire to cum but more a need to orgasm. 

I grinned at her as I looked down on her and grabbed her legs and pushed them up.  “I am going to take care of you,” I told her.  As I mentioned several times, I was very arrogant and could be an asshole when I was younger, but I was not boasting about being able to make her orgasm.  From just having sex with Mrs. Jennings that first night, I figured out she was easy to make cum.  “Grab your legs and hold them up.”

Mrs. Jennings did not hesitate as she reached down and placed her hands under her knees and held her spread legs up for me.  I don’t know if she was getting used to exposing herself to me now or if she was just too aroused to protest, but this time having her pussy and asshole exposed did not seem to embarrass her as much.  I was a little disappointed that she did not feel humiliated; it was fun to see and listen to her whine as she got embarrassed by being in positions that exposed her as a girl in a pornographic magazine.  I looked at her pussy and ass and so much wanted to use my tongue on her now exposed, sexy, little asshole; but once again I refrained.  I knew she would not let me do that.  I would have to ease her into any sort of anal play before she let me rim her; if she ever did.  Her tighter taboo hole did look so sexy and her sex fluid and my saliva had run down from her pussy and her little asshole was glistening.  Damn, I wanted to fuck it so bad.

I gently ran my fingers over her exposed pussy, teasing her and spreading her pussy fluid over her vulva.  I inserted my three fingers into her once again, this time all at the same time but I did not go deep into her as I did before.  Instead, I curled them upwards and put them in to only about two inches.

“Baby, put your mouth on me again.  Please, Patrick.  That felt so good,” Mrs. Jennings pleaded.  “Patrick, please…I really liked it when you…OHHH MY LORD!”  She suddenly gasped out.

As Mrs. Jennings pleaded with me to use my tongue on her clit, my fingers had found the spot they were searching for and I could feel the more spongy area inside her pussy and the little ridges that felt like goosebumps under my fingertips.  I found her G-spot.  It was a smaller area than Diane’s but maybe because she was a more petite woman than Diane was; I didn’t know why, but I was glad I found it, and by Mrs. Jennings’s reaction I knew she was glad I did also.  I started to work my fingers on her sweet spot inside her pussy.  I pressed them against her to put more pressure on the area and started moving my fingers rapidly over the small spot.  Mrs. Jennings’s grip on her legs tightened and she started moaning and crying out louder until she was making a high-pitched sound that could have shattered glass; well, not really, but it was a very noisy high-pitched wailing sound I found delightfully sexy.  The noises of pleasure she made and how loud she got during sex was a big turn-on for me.  The apartment walls were thin and sometimes I could hear the couple who lived below us argue when they yelled at one another and I wondered if the neighbors could hear Mrs. Jennings; not that I cared if they did.  Although it would be fun to embarrass Mrs. Jennings if they could and she knew they could.

The other noise I could hear over my teacher’s sounds of blissful pleasure was the squishy noises coming from her pussy as her sex fluids became more abundant.  Up until that point in my life, I had never been with a girl or woman who got as wet as she did.  I took my eyes off of her face and looked at her pussy and saw it was covered in her fluid.  Her pussy glistened and her fluid ran down her perineum to her sexy little asshole.  I could tell Mrs. Jennings was going to orgasm very soon and I used my other hand, ran my fingers up the long pink slit of her fat pussy, and started massaging her clit. 

It took less than a minute for her to cum after that.  Her cries started as that high-pitched banshee wail she made and that I found so sexy and then it stopped and I looked at her face.  Her face was contorted in pleasure, her mouth opened wide, and I could see her throat muscles move up and down as if she was screaming, but the only sound that came out of her mouth was an occasional weak sounding “eecking” noise.  She sounded like a baby bird begging for food from its mother.  Her hands gripped her legs so tight I could see the white of her knuckles, her hips jerked, and her stomach muscles tightened and loosened.  I could feel her pussy muscles tighten and relax around my fingers and saw her asshole repeatedly and rapidly pucker and then open up slightly.  Her intense orgasm lasted a long time and when she was done I pulled my fingers out of her and she let go of her legs.  I then was shocked and surprised when she began to lower her legs she came again without me even touching her.  Her second orgasm was not as intense and did not last as long but it was cool as hell to see.  I looked at my hand that had been in her pussy and it was coated in her sticky, thick clear fluid, and on my fingers was the thick, milky white cum.  I looked at her pussy and saw that it not only was covered in her pussy fluid but also some of the milky white cum was leaking out of her.  I found out during our affair every time she had a G-spot orgasm, she would cum like that. 

I bent my head down to her pussy and started licking and sucking up her fluid and cum.  It tasted musky sweet.  I raised my head and looked up at her face as Mrs. Jennings raised her head to look at me and used her elbows to prop herself up.

“What…what did you do to me?”  She asked in a throaty whisper.

I grinned, “G-spot orgasm,” I told her as if that was a common term everyone should know.  “Did you like it?”  I had not needed to ask that question, of course, but I wanted to hear her tell me she did.

Mrs. Jennings nodded and bit her lower lip.  “I…I want to do it again.”

I chuckled at her, “Not now.  I can do it another time and even show you how to do it to yourself if you want.  Right now I want to fuck you.”

Mrs. Jennings blushed and shook her head, “No, that’s…I told you people should not do that to themselves.  It’s wrong and disgusting.”  I laughed at her.  “Stop laughing at me.  I would never do that and…and you shouldn’t either.” 

I shook my head as I continued to chuckle at her but didn’t bother replying.  I leaned forward and Mrs. Jennings wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down on top of her.  When I went to kiss her she turned her head, not wanting to kiss me after I had given her oral sex, so I started kissing her neck and ears as I used my right hand to guide my hard cock into her pussy.  I penetrated her pussy in one long and very slow thrust, and as wet as she was, it slid in easily.  I heard Mrs. Jennings give a long gasp and felt her hands tighten their grip on my back.  I then started to make love to her.

Fucking Mrs. Jennings in such an intimate and passionate manner was just as equally sexually satisfying as the previous time when I fucked her hard.  In some ways, I enjoyed it more and I was pleasantly surprised when my somewhat sexually naïve teacher responded to my lovemaking with a deep passion of her own.  She wrapped her legs around my lower back just above my butt, she would thrust her hips up into me to meet my thrust into her, and her hands would grip my back tight or run down my back to cup my butt cheeks and pull me into her.  I enjoyed how Mrs. Jennings would moan out my name, call me baby, call me darling, moan out to God, and tell me how wonderful I felt inside her.  She even placed her hands on my head and pulled my face to hers and kissed me with passion and licked my mouth and lips to taste her sex fluids on my mouth and lips.  When she orgasmed again she cried out my name over and over until her orgasm ended and then pleaded for me not to stop.

I didn’t stop.  Since I was fucking her in such a manner, it took me a long time to cum and I continued our lovemaking for a long time until she cried out she was going to cum again.  By then I was getting close myself and I started thrusting into her harder and going faster with my right hand cupping her butt and my left hand holding her head gently as I kissed her lips as she moaned and whimpered into my mouth.  As she was about to cum I lifted her stocking-clad leg and my right hand slid more under her butt until my fingers were touching her butt crack.  Her butt was wet and slippery from her natural lubricant from her pussy and when my middle finger touched her rectum she flinched a little and moaned out. 

“Ohhh God…Patrick…ohhh, baby, I…ohhh God I am going to…” Mrs. Jennings started to moan out she was about to cum again when her body tightened and her eyes flew open wide.

“What…no…no…don’t…OHHHH MY GOD!”  The older woman then wailed out again in her signature banshee-type scream of pleasure that I found so sexy to hear as she orgasmed.

I could not resist it any longer and when she told me she was going to cum and with my finger so close to her tight little taboo hole, I had inserted my middle finger into her ass.  It slid in easy as her hole was lubricated from her fluids that had run from her pussy down her butt crack.  As she came she thrust her hips up into me and her body spasmed while I used my finger to thrust in and out of her ass, and I could feel the muscles inside her butt constrict and loosen around my finger.  She kept crying out and before her orgasm ended I had my orgasm and thrust my cock deep into her pussy and thrust my finger as deep into her asshole as I could as my cum shot inside her.

“Yes…oh God yes, baby, do it inside me…ohhh Patrick I love when you do it inside me,” Mrs. Jennings said into my ear after her orgasm ended and as I came inside her.

After we both orgasmed I lay on top of her and she grabbed my face with both hands and pulled my head to her and kissed me with intimacy and passion.  After she broke the kiss, she looked into my eyes.

“You can remove your finger from my butt now,” she told me quietly and in an embarrassed tone.

I chuckled and pulled my finger out of her ass and my cock from her pussy and rolled off of her.  Mrs. Jennings immediately turned her body to the side and laid her head on my chest and put her arm around me.  We lay like that for a moment and then she pulled up my bed sheet over our bodies and started to run her hand over my chest.  Mrs. Jennings then started talking.  She told me about her day and asking me about mine and other inconsequential topics.  I liked that about her; Mrs. Jennings did not need to ask me if the sex was good or have me ask her if she enjoyed it or need any confirmation about how good the sex was.  We both knew it was great for each other.  She never did mention a word about me using a finger in her butt.  She did not say if she liked it or if she didn’t or tell me not to do it again.  Mrs. Jennings just ignored it and I did not bring it up.    I did get a little annoyed when she brought up that she saw me talking to my friend Nina at school that day in the hall between classes.  She sounded as if she was jealous, but I let it go and changed the subject.

Nina was just a friend.  True, she was one of the prettiest girls in school, but she was just a friend.  She was my first friend at the school when I started and we became friends just by random chance.  Her last name came right before mine alphabetically and in the early grades at the school, the teachers sat us in the classroom alphabetically and we became friends.  I may have tried to date or fuck her under different circumstances, but one, she was a good friend, and two, she was dating a boy who had graduated from one of the public schools the previous year and while not a friend of mine I did know him, and three, she knew that I was not the type to get serious with a girl.

Nina and I did make out once but it did not mean anything and she kissed me because she needed some type of comfort.  It was the previous school year and she asked me to take her and her friend Shelly to our homecoming banquet; she was voted to be on the homecoming court.  I went to a Baptist private school and we did not have dances.  There is a joke about Baptists and dancing that goes like this: Why don’t Baptists have sex standing up?  Answer: Because people would think they were dancing.  Nina’s boyfriend could not take her so she asked me because we were friends.  She wanted to take her car because it was a larger car than my Beetle and would be better for the girls' dresses.  She picked me up, let me drive, we picked up Shelly, and we went to the banquet.  After we dropped Shelly off, Nina drove from there.  On the way to my apartment, she made a wrong turn and was going the wrong way on a busy one-way street.  Nina panicked and almost got us in an accident and when she pulled over she was crying.  I hugged her and then she started kissing me and we made out for a few minutes.  She broke the kiss and drove me home and that was it.  We never talked about it and I knew she only did it because she got frightened and needed comforting.  When I was younger I always wished I could have fucked Nina that night, but as I got older I was glad we didn’t.  She was one of my best friends for years and when I was in the Marines and overseas she would write me letters.  Getting letters from home was a big deal when you were deployed in places like Sarajevo, Mogadishu, and the Middle East.  

Mrs. Jennings and I talked for a while and then she started kissing my chest and her hand moved under the sheets and she started sliding that hand up and down my penis, which was once again hard.  She smiled at me when she felt I was erect and started kissing my neck.

“Can we do it one more time before I have to leave?” Mrs. Jennings whispered in my ear.

I looked at my clock and saw it was getting late.  Making love to her took longer than just fucking her and we would only have time to have sex one more time.  I kissed her lips and as we kissed passionately I pulled her body on top of mine and she giggled as she straddled me, wrapped her arms around my neck, bent down and we started kissing again.  I pulled her arms off my neck, put my hands on her shoulders, and pushed her little body up so she was now sitting up straight.  I waited for her to tell me she did not want to have sex that way because I could see her body but was pleasantly surprised when she smiled down at me, reached behind her, and grabbed my large cock.  Mrs. Jennings closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she lifted her butt off of my body, guided my penis to her pussy, and gasped when she eased her body down slowly until my cock was fully inside her.  She then proceeded to fuck me.

I started to suspect Mrs. Jennings had lied to me about her sexual past.  While I believed her about the way her husband fucked her, just putting his cock into her and not moving or fucking her; that was also the way Mr. Jennings described how men and women should be intimate with one another after marriage when he taught out sex education class.  I thought there had to be someone or maybe more than one other lover she had before me.  The reason for my suspicion was because when on top of me, Mrs. Jennings rode me with the skill of someone who knew what they were doing to not only give her lover pleasure but herself as well. My teacher placed her hands on my stomach and started moving her hips and grinding against me slowly as she looked down into my eyes as she made soft whimpering moans. 

“Uhhhh…Ohhh…baby, ohhh this feels so good.  Ohhh, Patrick…uhhhh God, it’s so big…ohhh, Patrick, you’re so deep inside me!” Mrs. Jennings told me over and over as she fucked me.  I kept my hands on her waist and let her enjoy the pleasure and I was enjoying it as well.  Her pussy was so wet and felt so good around my cock.

“Ohhh…Patrick…ohhh please…touch my breasts…ohhh God…baby please touch my breasts,” she pleaded.

I reached up and cupped both of her breasts and she gasped out and threw her head back when my thumbs and forefingers pinched them slightly and rolled them between my fingers.  Mrs. Jennings started to rotate and grind her hips harder and faster and her moans and cries of pleasure became louder and I pinched her nipples harder. 

“Ohhhh…Uhhhh…ohhh my God…yes…yes…ohhh, Patrick…ohhh baby, I’m going to cum!”  The older woman cried out after a while. 

My right hand let go of her nipple and I reached up and grabbed her hair and pulled it, not hard at all but just to move her head.  “Look at me,” I told her as I gripped her hair.  “I want to see you cum.”

Mrs. Jennings looked down at me and started moving her little ass up and down on my cock, increasing the tempo of her movements each time she impaled her pussy on my cock.  Suddenly her body jerked, her eyes tightly closed, and her face contorted, and she screamed out in delightful bliss as she orgasmed.  As she came I did pull her hair a little harder and pinched her nipple harder as well.  Mrs. Jennings made a loud whimpering cry of pain in between the cries of her orgasm.  After the ecstasy of her orgasm ended, I let go of her hair and her nipple and she collapsed her limp body on top of mine.  She lay on top of me panting as I kissed her forehead.  My cock was still in her pussy, which was wetter from her orgasm.

“That was unexpected,” I told her as I brushed her hair over her ear.  “You wanting to be on top.”

“I…it…I never did it that way and I…I wanted to,” she lifted her head to look at me.  She seemed embarrassed once again.  “Did…did you like it?  Did it feel good for you?”  She did not mention anything about how I pulled her hair or how hard I pinched her nipple.

I chuckled, “Yes, it felt great and yes, I liked it.  I like seeing you cum, Mrs. Jennings.  When you cum it’s very sexy and you make the most delightful sounds when you get fucked and when you cum and I like how loud you are when you get fucked.”

Mrs. Jennings blushed, “You don’t have to always be so vulgar, Patrick.  We talked about that.  And…and I can’t help it that I am loud.  I try not to be.”  

I laughed at her, “Yeah, but you like it when I am vulgar but just won’t admit it.”

“I do not!”  She lowered her head and buried her face in my neck to hide, but I saw the smile on her lips.  Mrs. Jennings then gave a yelping sounding moan as I thrust my cock up into her.  She then licked my neck up to my ear.  “I have to go soon, baby, you need to finish,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry, I intend to.”  I gently pulled her head back up to look at me, “But first tell me the truth.  Am I the only person besides your husband you ever had sex with?”

“Why would you ask me that?  Of course you are!”  She sounded offended, “I am not one of those whores you seem to like!”  Mrs. Jennings tried to get off of me but I held her tight as she struggled.

“Calm down.  I’m just asking.”  During her struggle, my cock slid out of her pussy.  “You just seem to…well…to put it simply, for someone who said they are inexperienced, you seem to know how to fuck.  The way you move your body and all.  I just thought maybe there may have been another guy at some time.”

Mrs. Jennings stopped struggling.  “I…I just…I just do what feels good,” her voice cracked a little as if she was going to cry.  “Please, Patrick, please.  I swear there has been no one else besides you and my husband.”  She mistook my question as being jealous.  I was not jealous and could have cared less if she had fucked half the men in her church.

“I believe you,” I told her.  I did believe her.  I kissed her cheeks and then her lips.  “Now, as you mentioned, you have to go soon and I need to finish.”

“You…you can do it from behind again if you want.  I mean…if…well…if you liked it that way.”

I chuckled again, “Did you like it that way?”  Mrs. Jennings bit her lower lip and nodded.  “I did also but no, I want to fuck you with you on top of me.”

We started kissing; I grabbed her butt cheeks, spread her apart, and pushed my cock into her wet pussy with ease.  I moved my arms up to her body and wrapped them around her back, she buried her face into my neck again, I put my feet flat on the bed, and I started fucking her hard.  I enjoyed her loud moans and cries into my ear as I fucked her, thrusting my cock hard and rapidly into her pussy, driving it deep into her body.    

“Ohhh…God…ohhh God…ohhh, God…don’t stop…uhhhh my God, Patrick, please…please don’t stop!”  She cried out repeatedly as I fucked her hard and never slowed down. 

I fucked Mrs. Jennings hard and fast like that for a while until I felt my orgasm building up.  By her cries and moans, I knew she was going to cum soon as well.  Mrs. Jennings surprised me one more time that night. 

“Ohhh. Patrick…please…please…ohhh God…put…you…uhhh, baby, you...put your finger in me again…please, Patrick…I…ohhh God, it’s happening again!  Please put your finger in my butt…please hurry,” my teacher begged me.

I slipped my hands down her body, spread her little ass cheeks apart and as Mrs. Jennings was having her orgasm I slid my middle finger of my right hand into her tight asshole.  She cried out louder when my finger went into her.  As she came I continued to thrust my hips up, driving my cock into her pussy hard and deep, and thrust my finger deep into her and made circular motions inside her tighter, little hole.  Mrs. Jennings must have enjoyed the feeling because as she orgasmed she begged me not to stop.  The sensation of feeling her pussy convulse around my cock and her asshole do the same around my finger as she came felt so good that we once again had one of those rare simultaneous orgasms.  I grunted out and came inside her pussy.  After we were both sated, Mrs. Jennings collapsed on top of me, panting, hugging me tight, and I pulled my finger out of her ass.

Mrs. Jennings lay on top until she caught her breath, kissed me, told me she had to leave, and rolled off of me.  I watched her put on her bra and panties, she went to clean up and fix her hair and makeup, came back into my room, and I watched her get dressed as I lay in my bed.  After she was dressed, my teacher leaned over me, kissed me passionately, said a few words of affection, and left.  Once again, she never mentioned my finger in her butt.  She ignored that she asked for it and enjoyed it.  I assumed it embarrassed her and if she did not talk about it, she would not be ashamed of how much she enjoyed it.