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My affair with Mrs. Jennings lasted almost the entire school year.  I won’t go into detail about every time Mrs. Jennings and I had sex, that would take too long because we had a lot of sex that, due to certain circumstances, was not limited to just Tuesday and Thursday nights.  However, there are some things about her and about our affair I will write about.  

“Do you ever feel guilty about cheating on your husband or sinning against God?”  I asked one night at the beginning of our affair.  Mrs. Jennings was cuddled against me after we had sex.

“Do we have to talk about that?”  she replied as she ran her fingers over my chest.

“Yes.  I am curious.“  I kissed her forehead, “I may not act like it sometimes, but I do care for you and I know you care for me and have feelings for me and I worry about you sometimes.”

“How so?” 

“I worry the guilt will start to get to you.  I know you are a very religious person and take your faith very seriously and I don’t want you to have some mental breakdown over it.”

Mrs. Jennings giggled, sat up on the bed with her legs crisscrossed under her butt facing me, and pulled the sheets up to cover her body.  “Baby, I like it that you care, and yes I have feelings for you, but I don’t love you and I know you don’t love me.  I do love my husband and before you ask, yes I still have sex with my husband but not like you, and I have sex and certainly not as often.”  Mrs. Jennings ran her hands under the sheets and over my stomach.  “God knows, it’s not like with you and while he does not give me an orgasm I do find pleasure in it.  At times I even wish he would make love to me the way you do.”  She blushed, “I even tried the last time we had sex but he reminded me it was a sin to have carnal lust and make love like that.”  Her hands went down my stomach closer to my now erect penis.  “As for my guilt about what we do, I put it aside and don’t think about it.  Maybe one day it will come up, but I won’t have a breakdown over it.  The relationship I have with God is between me and God.”  Her fingers start to glide up and down my cock.  “I am enjoying what we do a great deal and I want to continue what we are doing as long as we can.  We both know it won’t last forever and you are graduating and going to college next year and then I will deal with my guilt and my husband and my relationship with God.”

“Or find a new young stud to service your needs,” I teased her.

Mrs. Jennings laughed, “No.  I would never do this again.  You are special to me, darling.  You know that.”  She continued to tease my cock with her fingers.  “I do not doubt my Faith, baby, but I am not the first person of faith to fall prey to sin.  It started with Adam and Eve and even continues to this day.  Many good Christians have fallen into sin but that does not make them non-Christians or bad people.  That makes them human.  Do you think that day in the music room when you first kissed me was the first time I had lust for you?  Darling, I have wanted you sexually and lusted after you before that.  You are so beautiful and when you kissed me that day having you was all I could think about and I finally yielded to my weakness and desire for you, and quite frankly I am enjoying it immensely.  You did not corrupt me, baby, so don’t worry about that.”  My teacher smiled at me, “I just never really considered the idea that you would have the same lust for me that I have for you.”

I reached up and brushed her hair behind her ear, “Why?  You are such a pretty and sexy woman, Mrs. Jennings.”  She blushed.  “What about me?  Maybe you corrupted me with your wanton lust for my body?”  I teased.

Mrs. Jennings laughed wholeheartedly.  I liked her musical-sounding laugh.  “First as an English teacher, I am proud that you used the word wanton correctly.  Second, you were corrupted way before I came along.  An innocent boy your age would not know how to make my body feel the way it does when I am with you or know how to do the things you do.”  She gave my hard cock a gentle squeeze, “I have to go soon so how about you show me one more time how you can make my body feel.”      

I liked that Mrs. Jennings was an honest and practical woman and she explained to me something I was concerned with; any guilt she may have had about our affair.  I was glad she explained it and it did put me at ease.  Even though I fucked her at times as if I had no feelings or affection for her and as she said I was not in love with her, but I did care for her.  Later in our affair, I treated her even more roughly and disrespectful when I fucked her, but it was something she not only wanted but she lusted for.  It did not mean I did not care about her.  It was all consensual. 

I write about that conversation to explain something that may confuse the readers a much as it confused me at the time before that conversation.  How a very moral religious and married woman like Mrs. Jennings could allow herself to fall to the depravity of her lustful needs and desires as she would with me.  That depravity she wanted and even yearned to explore with me became very taboo and kinky as our affair went on.  Yes, she wanted it and desired everything we did and I never forced her to do anything she did not want.  At times she acted as if she did things just because I wanted to or would tell me she did it just to satisfy my desires and lusts, but in truth, it was her that desired them as well.  I don’t know if she did some of the more kinky things she did to me or allowed me to do to her because she wanted to experience and explore sexual things she thought she would never get the chance to.  While I knew from the way she talked about her husband, Mrs. Jennings was happy in her marriage, but maybe she was experiencing an early mid-life crisis or maybe she just had these deep down sexual needs and wants that she needed to fulfill.  Maybe she was being honest when she told me she had this uncontrollable lust and desire for me.  Whatever the reasons, there were times Mrs. Jennings could be downright freaky and even nasty at times, but I didn’t care.  I was enjoying the ride.    

The first three weeks of our affair were almost the same.  Mrs. Jennings would come over to “tutor” me on Tuesday and Thursday night and we would have sex.  Sometimes it was hard fucking and other times it was more passionate and intimate lovemaking.  Both were equally satisfying sexually.  The only difference was that Mrs. Jennings no longer tutored me.  I did not need it and we stopped the tutor sessions and just started in on the foreplay and sex right away.  The fourth week she came over we did not have sex because she was on her period.

I was seventeen and at that age had no clue about a woman’s menstrual cycle and I asked her how she could have a period if she could not get pregnant.  She laughed and told me that her body still produces eggs but they are sterile and she still gets her period.  Not wanting to hear anymore, I changed the subject.  Like almost all boys at that age, I did not want to discuss a woman’s period.  Mrs. Jennings still came over that week and we would talk, and kiss, but no sex.  She still would not give me a blow job even though I would pressure her.  During those four weeks, I learned several things about Mrs. Jennings.

My teacher was a very affectionate and sensual woman.  She enjoyed touching me, whether it was just touching my body in a non-sexual way to the way she enjoyed touching my hard cock.  Her non-sexual touches were sensual and erotic even though she was unaware of it.  She enjoyed kissing me as often as she could, she called me baby and darling a lot, and she loved to cuddle even if we were not going to have sex.  Mrs. Jennings acted as if I was her boyfriend or intimate lover rather than some seventeen-year-old student she having a taboo sexual relationship with.  I enjoyed that.  She was a very seductive and sensual woman and I liked that she honestly did not know she was.  She was truly naïve about her sexuality and lacked confidence in her pretty and sexy physical attributes.    

I noticed Mrs. Jennings was a submissive woman.  I don’t mean just sexually submissive or submissive in regards to a BDSM relationship or some type of Master/slave or submissive relationship.  Hell, at seventeen I did not know what those were anyway.  I mean also in a Biblical kind of way.  She believed in the Bible teachings that a wife should be subservient to her husband.  There are many Bible verses about wives submitting to their husbands.  For example, Ephesians 5:22-24: “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands,” and 1 Timothy 2:12: "But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence,” and others.  That was not to say she was a doormat to her husband or any man and there are also Bible verses that a husband should love and respect his wife. 

Mrs. Jennings did not let men run all over her and while she was a great teacher and cared about her students she also was strict and did not tolerate foolishness in her classroom.  She argued with her husband and even me on occasion about accusing me of being with other girls, she spoke her mind, and she was definitely not a doormat.  Mrs. Jennings believed it was the wife’s place to take care of her husband and his needs such as cooking for him, cleaning the house, and sexually.  She did not do anything sexually she did not want to or enjoy such as she still refused to suck my cock and was very insistent she did not do that.  However, with her strict religious upbringing and the fact she believed in the literal interpretation of the King James Version of the Bible, Mrs. Jennings believed and practiced the belief a wife should be submissive to her husband.   

I was not her husband, but maybe it was because she and I were having sex she saw me as husband like and she was submissive to me.  Again not just sexually, although I came to find out she enjoyed being sexually submissive.  Being sexually submissive aroused her a great deal, but more about that later.  Mrs. Jennings felt it was her duty to take care of me in other ways.  I noticed that when she came over during her first period she had during our affair. 

That Tuesday evening after Mrs. Jennings and I kissed for a while on the sofa, me trying to get her to give me a blow job, and some intimate cuddling before she told me I needed to do my homework while she was there in case I had any questions or needed help.  While I was doing my homework she started cleaning the house.  My mother kept a clean house, besides my bedroom which was my responsibility, but of course working evenings I did my cooking and I tended to leave dirty dishes in the sink and a small mess in the kitchen.  I would clean before my mother got home or face her wrath, but I always waited until the last minute.  Mrs. Jennings cleaned the kitchen, even mopped the floors, and then asked me where my mother kept the vacuum and started vacuuming the apartment as I did my homework, and after she finished vacuuming she dusted the furniture.  She even wanted to wash my clothes, but we did not have a washer and dryer.  My mother would take our clothes to my grandparent’s house on weekends to use their washer and dryer or sometimes we would use the laundry mat in the apartment complex. I used the laundry mat often for my football uniform and practice uniform during the week.  I got a chuckle out of Mrs. Jennings fussing at me that night about how messy my room was and she said when she came over Thursday night she was going to clean it for me.  When my mother got home from work that night she was highly impressed with the clean kitchen, the vacuuming, and the dusting, but my mother knew me all too well and she suspected I had a girlfriend my age who did the work.

“You need one of those sexy French maid outfits,” I told Mrs. Jennings as she was dusting a coffee table.  I had looked up from my homework and was staring at her sexy butt as she was bent over dusting.

Mrs. Jennings looked over her shoulders and smiled. “It’s killing you seeing something you can’t have right now isn’t it?” she teased me.  Mrs. Jennings was beginning to understand how sexy and seductive she could be.

It was killing me and I suggested she could give me a hand job or watch me masturbate, but she refused and told me once again I should not be pleasuring myself.  After she left, I went into my room, got out one of my pornographic magazines, and masturbated to the pictures of two women fucking each other and a man and once again imagined the man was me and the two women were Mrs. Jennings and Mrs. Drew.  Before I went to sleep I got out a different magazine and masturbated to pictures of two men fucking one girl and once again imagined I was one of the men and Mrs. Jennings was the girl.  

Mrs. Jennings changed her physical appearance and even the way she dressed.  I am not saying she changed her appearance for me, I was sure she would have done the same for her husband if he had done the same thing I did, but maybe he had much more respect for her than I did and never mentioned it.  Not that I did not respect Mrs. Jennings, I just enjoyed teasing her.  The Thursday night of the third week we were fucking I teased her about her outdated hairstyle and the frumpy clothes and even her conservative panties she wore.  She got upset and mad about my teasing.  The following Monday at school I did not see my teacher until lunch in the cafeteria and I was shocked but in a good way.

Mrs. Jennings had changed her hairstyle.  Instead of the outdated bouffant hair, she had gotten her black hair cut into a shoulder-length pageboy haircut that was parted on one side and her bangs swept over the right side of her face above her eyebrows.  With the new hairstyle, she did not have to use as much hairspray in her hair and the lack of hair product gave her hair a silky shine look.  She was wearing a navy blue pencil skirt that came below her knees and she wore a lavender button-up blouse.  While the outfit was still conservative and met the school’s dress code for girls, both the skirt and blouse were tighter than what she normally wore.  When I noticed she was wearing black stockings I imagined her standing in front of me in my room wearing black garters, a black garter belt, black stockings, and a sexy black bra.  I got an instant erection.  The new-look made her pretty face look prettier.  It actually made Mrs. Jennings appear to look a few years older but not in a bad way at all.  It made her seem more sophisticated and sexier.  I had to do a double-take to make sure that was her.  I even overheard one of the boys at the table ask another boy who the sexy woman sitting with Mr. Jennings was before he realized it was the principal’s wife.

Mrs. Jennings was in a conversation with her husband and another teacher and when she saw me looking at her.  She glanced at her husband, looked at me, smiled, and gave me a seductive, slow wink.  It as if she was telling me, I know you like how I look and can’t wait to have me in your bed.  By the way, her husband sat close to her and held her hand I could tell he liked her new look as well.

Mrs. Jennings had some fetishes.  I call them fetishes as a better way to explain them.  One was what I have mentioned before.  She got very turned on by the scent and taste of my sweat and body odor after working out or football practice.  One time before she came over I had time to shower and she was disappointed I had cleaned myself.  She did not say anything but I could tell she would have preferred if I did not shower first.  I noticed that fetish another time.  On the Thursday evening of the fourth week, she did clean my room as she told me she was going to and I caught her smelling my dirty underwear from the previous day.  It was soiled with my scent of sweat.  I never told her I saw her and heck I did not care; I wanted to smell her soiled panties as well. 

Mrs. Jennings liked to lie in the wet spot our sex made on the bed when we cuddle and sometimes she would run her hands over it and smell her hands when she did not think I was looking.  One time I got up to go to the bathroom and I caught her licking the spot when I came back into the room.  Again, I never said anything but I did find it a turn-on to see her do those things when she did not know I was looking.

One of her best fetishes I enjoyed, and it did not take me long to figure out, was something I alluded to after our conversation about her guilt.  Mrs. Jennings enjoyed being submissive and would allow herself to submit to my sexual desires, but she also had this way of playing coy and innocent about things she desired to do with me and liked to make it seem that the things we did were my idea and she only did them because I wanted to.  In truth, Mrs. Jennings was the one who wanted to do them but liked to pretend I was making her do them.

There was one thing about my teacher that did annoy me, her jealousy.  At first, I found it humorous and would tease her about it, especially when it came to Mrs. Drew.  Mrs. Drew was one of Mrs. Jennings's closest friends and co-teachers.  She was very pretty and had a great body that Mrs. Jennings envied.  Mrs. Drew’s body was voluptuous with large breasts, a thin waist, and slightly wide hips.  She was of Cuban descent and very pretty and sexy.  Mrs. Jennings would get mad when I would tease her about having sex with both her and Mrs. Drew at the same time.  She knew as well as I did that would never happen or that I would never have sex with Mrs. Drew, but it still made her jealous I desired another woman.  Mrs. Jennings’s Jealousy was not limited to Mrs. Drew; it was with any girl she saw me talking to and even if that girl would have been the Virgin Mary, Mrs. Jennings would have called her a whore, a word she liked to throw around when talking about other girls she thought I wanted to fuck.  After a few weeks, her jealousy started to annoy me. 

All of these things about Mrs. Jennings and her personality led to a very interesting weekend with her and changed our affair from just great sex to something kinky at times and I was soon to find out she could be rather freaky as well.  It all started the fourth week of our affair on the Thursday night she came over to so call tutor me.  She was still on her period so I knew we were not going to have sex and I knew I would try to get her to suck my cock, she would refuse, and then I would do my homework while she played housewife.

When Mrs. Jennings came to my apartment, I was outside.  I had not been home long from a tough practice.  I was talking to one of my neighbors as she was on her way to work.  Nicole was in her early twenties and lived in the apartment unit across the open breezeway from my unit.  She lived with her sister.  Nicole and her sister Renee were both attractive young women and I did a lot for them.  Helped them carry in groceries, fixed minor things in their unit so they would not have to wait for the maintenance man, and even installed a ceiling fan in both girls’ bedrooms.  Nicole was wearing her uniform for work; she was a cocktail waitress at one of the clubs in the city.  It was a black mini skirt, white blouse, and fishnet stockings.  Yeah ok, I helped the sisters out a lot because they were attractive.

Nicole and her sister liked to flirt, Nicole more so than Renee.  It was harmless flirtations and as much as I would have enjoyed too, I knew nothing would ever go further than their flirting.  Nicole would tease me and tell me, “God, if you were only a few years older, Patrick,” and touch me and squeeze my biceps and even a few times rubbed her hand on my bare chest if she saw me shirtless.  Nicole also liked to talk.  God, could she just ramble on and on and she would talk to anybody.     

Nicole had gotten into her car but rolled the window down and was still talking to me as Mrs. Jennings drove up and parked her car in a space in front of my apartment building.  I saw Mrs. Jennings get out of her car carrying her tote bag of school books, look at me, and I waved to her to let her know I saw her.  She stared at me with an unhappy look on her face and walked to my apartment.  I sighed and knew she was angry I was talking to Nicole.  I was also annoyed with her.  Sometimes her jealousy amused me and I even encouraged it at times to tease her, but as it got worse and worse over the few weeks it was starting to make me angry.  I couldn’t even talk to another girl without her accusing me of having sex with her.  Just the previous Friday night some of my family came to see me play football and after the game, I hugged my female cousin, and the next time Mrs. Jennings and I were alone she interrogated me on who the girl was. 

“Well, your tutor looks mad so I had better let you go,” Nicole said.  “I can’t be late for work anyway.”

“Yeah, she is strict and hates to waste time and likes to get straight to work,” I lied as an excuse why Mrs. Jennings looked mad.

Nicole laughed, “Yeah, that’s the reason.”

“What does that mean?”

Nicole lowered her sunglasses from her eyes and looked at me, “Patrick, Renee and I know you are fucking her.  We have both ran into her after she has left your apartment and she had that, ‘just got my brains fucked out’ look on her face.”

“Jealous,” I teased.

Nicole laughed and then winked at me, “Maybe.”  She pushed her sunglasses back up to cover her eyes, “Just be careful, hun.  Your mother finds out and she will kill you and your tutor.”

My mother liked Nicole and her stepsister Renee.  While they both liked to harmlessly flirt with me at times, they were nice and good girls.  The rare times when my mother was not consumed with work and she had time to bake, she would bake extra cookies or other sweets and take them to the girl’s apartment.

“Well nothing is going on between us so don’t have to worry.”

Nicole pushed her sunglasses back up over her eyes, “Okay, if you say so.”  She rolled up her car window and drove away as I walked into my apartment to get accused of doing something I was not doing.

I walked into my apartment and saw Mrs. Jennings's bag and purse on the table where I did my homework but she was not there.  I went into my bedroom and my first thought was her period was over and we were going to be able to have sex.  I was wrong.  I found Mrs. Jennings in my room picking up my dirty clothes and putting them in the laundry hamper.  She turned her head over her shoulders and looked at me.

“You really should keep your room clean, Patrick.” 

I smiled and walked over to her and put my arms around her as she was facing away from me.  I bent down to kiss the back of her neck but she pulled away.

“Not tonight.  I still can’t.  Why don’t you go do your homework while I clean your room,” she told me.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

Mrs. Jennings shrugged, “Nothing at all.”  She gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek and starts picking up clothes again.  “Honestly, I don’t know what is clean and what is dirty.  You are so unorganized.”

“That pile is clean,” I pointed to a pile of clothes on the top of my dresser. 

“Well, you should fold them and put them away and hang up your shirts.”  I could tell by the tone of her voice and lack of her normal affection toward me that she was mad.  I shrugged and left the room to do my homework.

I could not focus on my homework because I was horny and I was getting more irritated at Mrs. Jennings for ignoring me.  I knew she was mad I was talking to Nicole and she had no right to be.  It was an innocent conversation and what if I was fucking Nicole?  Mrs. Jennings was married and admitted her husband and she still had sex!  She had no right to be jealous!  After about ten minutes of not doing my homework, I decided to take a shower.  That was when I caught Mrs. Jennings sniffing my dirty underwear.  I stood in the doorway and saw she was holding a pair of my underwear to her nose and sniffing the crotch area.  I did not say anything and went to take a shower.  The sight of her doing that aroused me even more.  While in the shower I jerked off.  I thought about different things as I masturbated, all involving Mrs. Jennings in different fantasies.  I fantasied about me fucking her with another boy, me fucking her and Nicole at the same time, but I orgasmed thinking about me fucking my teacher while we forced her fat son-of-a-bitch husband to watch.  How she would beg me to fuck her hard, telling her husband my cock was so much better than his, how pathetic he fucked her and how great I was, and how much she loved me fucking her so hard and rough.  How she would scream out in her orgasm and tell her husband that I owned her pussy now and how her husband begged for us to stop but could not take his eyes off of his wife getting fucked in a way he never fucked her.  

After the shower I dried off, combed my hair, and wrapped the towel around my waist.  I needed to get clean underwear and clothes so I went into my bedroom.  My first reaction was how clean my room was.  My dirty clothes were in the hamper; my clean clothes were folded and put in the drawers or hung up in the closet.  Mrs. Jennings did a great job cleaning my room.  I then saw my teacher sitting on my bed and she was turning the pages of a magazine and next to her were two other closed magazines.  She looked up at me when I entered the room.

“Is this what you like?”  she asked in an angry tone and held up the magazine.  “This…these…these type of girls?  These whores like the one I saw you talking to outside earlier?”  Mrs. Jennings had found the three pornographic magazines I had.

This was the early eighties and we did not have the internet so porn was not so readily available online to watch.  The VCR was just becoming a household name and they were expensive at the time and my mother could not afford one so renting a porn video was something one could not easily do.  We relied on porn magazines.  My three magazines were not the tame Playboy or Penthouse, but nasty ones.  High Society and two Club International magazines.  The Club magazine was very explicit and had sex scenes of girls using sex toys, girls getting fucked by men (sometimes multiple men), and explicit lesbian images.  It was one of my favorite magazines and the one Mrs. Jennings was holding up to me.  The magazine was opened to a scene of two men double penetrating a very attractive blonde girl where the image covered both the right and left pages.

“These are disgusting!”  she yelled.  “I can’t believe you would look at these filthy pictures!”  Mrs. Jennings put that magazine down and picked up another one, “And…and this one.  These pages are stuck together!  You don’t think I don’t know what that means!  You…you touch and pleasure yourself while looking at these!”

I was not angry; I was more amused than mad.  Mrs. Jennings sure was cute when she was angry.  But what amused me more was that when I first saw her looking at the magazine it took a couple of seconds before she noticed I was in the room.  During those couple of seconds, she was looking at the picture of the two men and the blonde girl, Mrs. Jennings was tracing her left hand over her blouse over her nipple.  I kept silent and let her rant for a little longer and she stood up.

“I think I should just leave!  I am not like these girls in these obscene magazines or like the whores you seem to enjoy, like…like that tramp I saw you talking to!”  I wanted to tell her she was cheating on her husband with a seventeen-year-old student so what type of woman did she think she was, but I didn’t.

“Nicole is a nice girl.  You don’t even know her so don’t judge her,” I defended my neighbor.

“Nice girl?  I saw the way she was dressed.  Nice girls don’t dress that way.”

“She was going to work and that is what she has to wear to work.”

“Where does she work?  Some street corner?” Mrs. Jennings picked up the magazines off my bed.  “I am leaving.  I can’t do this anymore.  I won’t be like the girls you apparently like.  I won’t be a whore like they are.”

She stood in front of my bed for a moment and I knew she wanted me to apologize and try and talk her into staying, but I didn’t.  I was no longer amused and now was angry with her.

I chuckled at her hypocrisy, “Fine, leave.  I don’t care.”

Mrs. Jennings, carrying my magazines, walked out of my room and I followed her.  “You are taking my magazines?”  I asked once we were back in the living room and she was putting the magazines in her tote bag.

“Yes, I am going to put them where they belong.  In the trash.”  Mrs. Jennings picked up her purse.  “I should burn them first.”  Mrs. Jennings left my apartment.

I was angry at her for being so jealous.  I hated jealousy in a girl.  I never got jealous of a girl, but maybe that was because I never had any real feelings for a girl.  Yes, I liked the girls I had sex with, I enjoyed their company, and I was friends with them; but I was never in love with any of them.  I may have felt a more emotional attachment to Mrs. Jennings than the other four girls I have had sex with, but I was not in love with her.  While I found her jealousy amusing at first it did start to annoy me and the day she left my apartment with my porn magazines, her jealousy did piss me off. 

The next day at school and the following week, Mrs. Jennings did her best to ignore me.  I did not see her eating her lunch in the cafeteria and saw little of her between my classes.   She did not come over the following Tuesday or Thursday for our so-called tutoring session and I assumed our affair was over.  I did not attempt to contact her and if she was waiting for me to apologize then she would be waiting a long time because I did nothing wrong.  I would miss fucking her a great deal and even miss her company and just told myself it was fun while it lasted.  There were other girls I could fuck.

The Sunday following Mrs. Jennings ignoring me all week, I had just got back from a run and was in my room lifting weights and I was working out hard and drenched in sweat.  It was the last weekend in September and living in the South the weather was still hot and humid and I had worked up a drenching sweat.  I was not in a good mood.  I should have been in a great mood.  That previous Friday night we had crushed our cross-town rivals in football 63-0 and I played one of the best games in my life, even scoring two defensive touchdowns with two interceptions I ran back to score.  But after that, the weekend turned out to be a bust.  I went out Saturday night with my friends, tried to pick up a girl to have sex with, and struck out and even struck out with Selena because she was currently dating my best friend Michael in secret.  It was secret because Michael did not want people to find out he was dating and really liked a promiscuous girl like Selina and also Selina did not want her parents or friends to know she was dating a black boy. 

Sunday I woke up in a bad mood, sexually frustrated, and pissed at Mrs. Jennings for ignoring me and not coming over that week on our tutor nights.  I took out my frustration and anger by running two more miles than I normally ran and hitting the weights hard.

My mother, who was off work on Sundays, knocked on my bedroom door and told me I had a phone call.  I asked who it was and my mother told me the best way to find out is to pick up the damn phone and she was not my messaging service.  My mother did not put up with me being an asshole.

“Hello,” I said after I picked up the phone in my room and heard my mother hang up the phone in the kitchen. 

“Patrick?”  It was Mrs. Jennings.  She was trying to disguise her voice a little after getting to know her as I did over the past month I knew it was her.  I assumed she was trying to disguise her voice so my mother would not know who it was.

“Yeah,” I replied in a testy tone.

“I don’t have a lot of time to talk, Richard is changing clothes.  We just got back from church.”

“Okay,” was all I said.  What did I care about what her husband was doing or where they had been.  There was a pause as if she was waiting for me to say something else, but I didn’t.  I was still angry with her.  I didn’t like playing mind games.

“Can…can you meet me in about an hour?  I would like to talk,” she finally said.

I sighed, “Yeah I guess, but I am going with my mom to eat at my grandparents tonight so I don’t have a lot of time.”

“It…it won’t take long,” she assured me.  “I don’t have much time either.  I am going to the grocery store and that is where Richard will think I am at.  Can you meet me off four seventy-five?  At the rest area?  In about an hour?”

“Sure,” I said and she hung up.

I-475 is a short eight-mile bypass around our city.  Back then it was rarely used and it had one the rest area and one exit off of it.  It was so rarely used that was where kids I hung out with who were into the muscle cars would go to race.  Not knowing where Mrs. Jennings lived, I assumed it was close to her house.  It would be a great place to meet and not be seen by someone we knew.  It would take about twenty minutes for me to get there so I did a few more bench presses, did not shower or even bother to change my clothes, and went to meet Mrs. Jennings.  I was expecting her to tell me our affair was over.  That made me even angrier at her.  I was not angry because she may have wanted to end our affair; that was something I knew would come eventually once her guilt and religious morals got to her.  I was angry because she would end the affair over her being stupidly jealous and her hypocrisy of it since she was married and still had sex with her husband.

Mrs. Jennings had parked in the back parking lot of the rest area where the tractor-trailer truck parking was.  It was easy to spot her older model station wagon because there were only two trucks in the lot and she parked away from them.   I parked, got out of my car, walked to hers, and got in her car.  She looked around as if someone we knew might see us.  Mrs. Jennings was wearing a pair of dark pink Capri pants and a light pink blouse.  Besides that day in the music room, I had never seen her wear anything but dresses or skirts.  On her face was a pair of black-framed, cat’s eye sunglasses.  I thought she looked sexy with the sunglasses and her new hairstyle.  I had put on a pair of khaki shorts and a tee-shirt with a Motley Crue logo on it.  I was a huge fan of the Crue when I was a teenager.

Even though I thought she looked sophisticated and sexy, I was still mad at her.  Even though I could be an asshole at that age, I was a pretty easy-going guy and did not have much of a temper and I was not a bully.  While on the football field in my linebacker position I hit hard, played rough, and trashed talked the players on the other team; but I did not get angry and was very sportsmanship-like.  The previous year in a game I and the senior boy who played defensive end sacked the opposing team’s quarterback and we broke his leg.  I felt awful about it.  We broke it pretty bad and we heard the bone snap.  However, when I did get mad at someone I tended to stay angry with them for a long time.

“Thank you for meeting me,” Mrs. Jennings said as she smiled at me.

“I don’t have a lot of time because I need to get home and shower and change before I go over to my grandparents so tell me what you are going to tell me.”  It came out harshly and Mrs. Jennings looked a little stunned at my tone. 

“I…I…well…I just want to say…Patrick, I…I am just trying to tell you…,” she stammered out.  She seemed nervous and a little put off by the tone of my voice.

“Look, Mrs. Jennings, I don’t like games and I would have thought you would be too old to play games like high school girls…girls my age.”  I was being an asshole by referring to our age difference.  While her being so much older than me was a huge turn-on for me and I think it turned her on that I was only seventeen and a student she taught, but I never really brought it up before.  “If you are going to end it; then end it.  I don’t have time for some long explanation.  I can always find another girl to fuck and maybe you can find some other man closer to your age to fuck around on ole Dick with.”

“That was mean,” she said as she turned her body toward mine.  She sounded hurt.  After a short pause, I heard her swallow, “I…I did not ask you to meet me here to break things off or to play games.  I came to say I was sorry for how I acted and…and I missed you.  I missed you a great deal.”  She reached out and placed her hand on mine.

I took her small, delicate hand in mine, “I don’t like jealousy, Mrs. Jennings.  I don’t like how you accuse me of having sex with every girl I talk to, especially since you are married and fucking your husband on occasion.  If I was fucking another girl I would tell you.  I would not hide it.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Mrs. Jennings whined out.  “It’s just that I am not as pretty as those girls you talk to and they are so much younger than me and I am not used to this…having an affair.  I know I am not all that pretty and my body is not like those girls in the filthy magazines you look at.”  Mrs. Jennings removed her sunglasses.  “I…don’t do the things those girls do and the other girls you have been with do.”

“That’s bullshit.  I have told you a million times how pretty I think you are and how sexy I think you are and how much your little body and small tits turn me on,” I assured her.  “Yeah I wish sometimes you would be more willing to do somethings I have done with other girls but fucking you is very satisfying.”

“Language, Patrick,” Mrs. Jennings chastised me over my words.  She turned her head and looked down at her lap.  “I…I could try to.  I could try to be like those girls in those magazines.  I could try to be a whore for you,” she said in an almost whisper.

“What do you mean?”

She looked up at me, “I could try to do those things if you want me to.  I could let you do things to me that you want to do.”

At that time in our affair, I had yet to figure out Mrs. Jennings's submissive desire to make her suggestion of what we did sexually seem like it was my idea or that she was willing to do them just to please me.  Later in our relationship, I came to realize what she was actually telling me that Sunday afternoon was; “I want to try and do those things.   Want to know what it’s like to be a whore.  I want you to make me be and treat me like your whore.”

“You don’t mean that and I don’t think you know what you are saying,” I tell her. 

“I do, baby, I…I promise.”  She reached over and put her hand on my thigh.  “I…I will do things with you.  I promise.”

“Okay, but you have to promise that you are willing to let me do whatever I want and don’t stop me.”

“You…you won’t hurt me will you?”

I chuckled and reached up and ran my hand over her cheek.  “Of course not.  I don’t want to hurt you and if you really want me to stop I will stop.  You just have to give things a chance and if you don’t like it then I will stop and not do it again.  But if you like it, regardless of how dirty you think it is or how much it embarrasses you, then just enjoy it.”

Mrs. Jennings turned her face and pressed her lips against my hand and kissed it, “I…I will try.  I promise.”

“Are you coming over Tuesday night?”

Mrs. Jennings shook her head, “I can’t.  Not this week.  I have to help with the fall festival we are having at church.”  She then smiled at me, “Richard…well…he is going out of town Thursday.  He is going to Atlanta all weekend for a Christian school principal conference.  He won’t be back until Sunday afternoon.  Maybe…maybe you could come over to my house Friday after your game?”

“We have a by-week this week.  We don’t have a game Friday,” I told her.  “Do you think it would be safe for me to come over?”

Mrs. Jennings nodded, “Yes.  You can park in the garage and no one would see your car.”

“I could spend the night if you would like.”

Mrs. Jennings gave me a large smile, “Yes.  I would like that.  I have missed you a great deal, darling.”

“And you sure you want to be, as you called it, my whore?  You want to be my whore Friday night?”

Mrs. Jennings’s smile faded and she blushed but also had a slight look of fear on her face, “I…I…yes.  If...if you want I…I can be that both Friday and Saturday night.”

I laughed, “One step at a time.  I may have plans for Saturday night with my friends.”

Mrs. Jennings nodded, “I need to go now, baby.  I have to go to the grocery store.” 

Mrs. Jennings leaned her head to me and I leaned mine to her and we kissed.  It started as a quick kiss goodbye but as I pulled away she put her arms on my shoulders and pulled me back to her.  We started kissing passionately.  As we are making out I started to kiss her neck and guide her hand to my hard cock.  Mrs. Jennings did not hesitate and started running her hand up and down my shaft over my shorts.  She sure did like touching my cock and body. 

“Please, baby, I need to go,” she whispered out but still kept rubbing my penis.

I ignored her and she gasped out as I started kissing her ear and licking it.  She may have had to go but she did not want to.  She did not stop me when I started to unbutton her blouse or when I lifted her bra and exposed her small breasts and lovely dark, erect nipples.  She gave another gasp of pleasure when I took one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and started to play with it.

“I want you to suck my cock,” I told her.

“Patrick…ohhh God that feels good…uhhh I love when you do that,” She moaned as I continued to play with her sensitive nipple and kiss her neck.  “I…oh baby, I don’t do that…you…please don’t ask me to.”

I took her ear lobe in my mouth and ran my tongue over her ear lobe and her outer ear parts and around her entrance to her ear canal; I know that drove her crazy.  I pinched her nipple gently.  Mrs. Jennings made a squeaking cry of pleasure.

“You want to do what other girls do with me.  You said you want to be my whore,” I whispered in her ear.  “Whores suck cock.”

Mrs. Jennings pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.  Her face was flushed with arousal and from blushing.  “I…I have never done that before,” she admitted.

“Never?”  I had thought that she had at least tried to give a blow job and just did not like it and that was why she kept telling me she did not do that.  I had no idea she had never even tried.  It made sense, however, since her husband was the only person she ever had sex with until she and I started our affair. 

Mrs. Jennings shook her head, “No.  It’s…it’s not something nice girls do.”

I smiled at her, “Well you said you don’t want to be a nice girl for me.”

“Do…do I have it do it now?  Do it here?  What if someone sees?”

I nodded, “Yes.  You got me all horny.  No one will see.  There is no one here but the two trucks across the parking lot and if one of them does see us then they will just think you are some lot lizard.”

“Lot lizard?”

“A prostitute who hangs around truck stops,” I told her with a chuckle.

“Patrick!”  Mrs. Jennings pulled her bra over her breasts and started to button her blouse but I grabbed her hands and stopped her.

“I want to see your boobs as you give me a blow job.  I like your small tits.”

“I…I…baby, please.  I promise I will do it…try to do it Friday night.  Just…just not here,” she whined.

“No, I need one.  You got me horny and I need a blow job now.”  I sat back on the seat and unbuttoned my shorts, pulled them down, and then my underwear down.  My hard cock sprang up.  I smiled when I saw Mrs. Jennings look at it.  She was staring at my penis as if she couldn't t take her eyes off of it.

“But…Patrick, it’s so big.  I don’t know if I can.”  She whined again but kept looking at my hard dick.  She was not telling me it’s so big to flatter me; my cock is larger than average size and I knew it and it was one reason I was such a cocky asshole and very confident when it came to sex when I was younger.

“Yes you can,” I assured her.  Mrs. Jennings had a small, sexy mouth and I had thought about it around my hard cock even before we started fucking.

The older woman looked up at me and bit her lip, a habit I found out she had when she was nervous, and nodded.  “Ok, but…but please don’t tease me about it.  I…I have never done this before.”

I smiled, “I won’t.  I promise and I am sure you will be fine.  I will tell you what to do.  Put your sunglasses back on.  That will be so sexy seeing you suck my cock while you are wearing them.”

Mrs. Jennings's car was an older model and the front seat was a bench-type seat.  I moved my body a little to position it to face her and she moved and put her knees on the seat and faced me and put her sunglasses on.

“Unbutton your top and lift your bra,” I told her.  “I want to see your little tits.”

Mrs. Jennings did as I told her and then reached down and took my shaft in her small, delicate hand.  She started to stroke it slowly.  I moaned out and my teacher lowered her head to my lap as I watched her.  She did not take my cock in her mouth right away; when her face was close to my crotch she closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose.  I could not help but chuckle.  I had been running and working out hard before I came to meet her and I knew my crotch had a heavy musky, sweat scent to it and I knew that smell turned her on. 

“You like that don’t you?  That smell of my stinky cock?” 

Mrs. Jennings looked up at me, “You said you would not tease me.”

“I am not teasing you.  I find it sexy that you like the smell of my body after I have been sweating a lot,” I told her.  “So tell me; you like it don’t you?”  Mrs. Jennings blushed and nodded.  “No, tell me.”  My tone was more authoritative now.

“Yes.  I like it a great deal,” she admitted with an embarrassed voice. 

“Good.  Now see if you like the taste as much as you like the smell of a skanky cock,” I said harshly.  Maybe more harshly than I intended to say, but part of me was still angry at her for trying to play games with me over her jealousy.  In truth, I wanted to grab a hand full of her hair and force her to suck my cock and shove it down her throat and fuck her mouth like the whore she promised to be for me.  I refrained from my desire since it was her first time and I could always do that the upcoming Friday night.

Mrs. Jennings parted her lips, moved her head back down, and took my large, hard cock into her mouth.  It was not the best blow job I had up until then, but for her first time, she did rather well.  Of course, I was also an always horny seventeen-year-old boy and any blow job would have felt great. 

Mrs. Jennings started slow and took my verbal instructions well.  She took just the tip of my cock into her mouth at first and I told her to run her tongue over the head as she sucked it.  The older woman held the base of my shaft and I soon told her to take more of my penis in her mouth.  Mrs. Jennings took my cock deeper in her mouth and down her throat as far as she could and until she started gagging and coughing up her saliva on my penis.  She took me out of her mouth; gagged and coughed a few more times, caught her breath, and started to suck my cock again.  I let her go at her own pace.  She gagged and choked and took her mouth off my cock several more times until she got used to how much of my cock she could take in her mouth and down her throat without gagging and soon she got into a nice rhythm and her head bobbed up and down faster.  She appeared to really be enjoying giving me a blow job and started making these delightful, muffled whimpers.

I kept my eyes on her and rested my right hand on the back of her head and reached down with my left hand and started to play with her erect nipples.  Mrs. Jennings gave a muffled gasp of pleasure as she kept sucking my cock.  Her spit had started to run out of her mouth and down her chin and onto my shaft.  She looked so sexy sucking my cock in the sunglasses. 

“Use your hand on me also,” I moaned out.  Her blow job felt so good.  Mrs. Jennings started stroking my slick shaft in tempo with her mouth and started going faster.

I soon felt my orgasm coming on.  “Fuck, that’s so good.  You suck cock so good,” I moaned out.  “I am going to cum.”

I expected my teacher to take her mouth off my cock but she kept sucking me and my body jerked and when I came in her mouth she made a whimpering sound of surprise but she kept jerking my cock, swallowing, and milking it of my cum.  When my orgasm ended, Mrs. Jennings kept milking my cock and licking the head in her mouth until my penis became very sensitive and I gently pushed her off my dick.  She started licking the shaft and kissing my pelvis area and inhaling my scent as she looked up at me.

“Damn, that was good,” I told her.

Mrs. Jennings looked lifted her head, wiped her mouth, and swallowed hard.  “Did…was I ok?  Did you like it?”  She removed her sunglasses.

I reached over and caressed her cheek.  “You did very well for your first time,” I assured her.  “I was surprised you let me cum in your mouth and swallowed.”

Mrs. Jennings blushed again as she buttoned up her blouse.  “I…I didn’t know what to do with it.  I didn’t want you to spray it all over my clothes or car.  Was…I…was I not supposed to let you do it in my mouth?”

I chuckled at the innocence of her voice.  “No, that was great.  I liked cumming in your mouth and you swallowing it.”

“I…it felt neat,” she admitted.  “I liked how it felt and I…well…I liked the taste of it.”  She blushed deeply as she told me.  “I am so glad you enjoyed it.”

“Oh, I did.  I enjoyed it very much and with more practice you will get much better at it.”

“I would like that.  More practice.  It was fun.  I liked doing it.”

I cupped her chin and went to kiss her but she turned her head, “Darling, no…not…not after you did that in my mouth.  It’s…don’t you think that’s gross?”

I turned her head and kissed her passionately and pulled back, “No.  It’s my cum so it’s not gross at all.” 

I had no problem kissing a girl after she sucked my cock and I came in her mouth and she swallowed.  I did not want to eat my cum or anything but kissing her after I didn’t have an issue with it.

“Patrick, I need to go now,” she told me after I pulled up my shorts.

“I know.  I do as well.”

We kissed once more and I got out of her car, walked to mine as she drove off, and I drove home.  On the way home I started to think about what I was going to do to her Friday night.  She was willing to be, as she called it, my whore and I was going to treat her as just that.  On the drive back home to my apartment I started to form a plan in my head of all the things I was going to do to her or at least try to do to her until she stopped me.  I was going to keep my word and not do anything she did not like and would stop if she wanted me to, but I was going to see just how far Mrs. Jennings was willing to go when it came to her desire to be my whore.