Teacher Michele Loses Control Ch. 02

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As she drove back to her apartment in the seedy little industrial town nearby, she slowly sank into guilt and shame.

What if Jimmy, the 18 year old boy she had just sucked off in the classroom, talks? How will she survive? She’ll never be a teacher again and being a teacher is the only thing she ever wanted to be. She stared into her bathroom mirror, horrified at the monster she had become, but as she stared she noticed how beautiful she really was, how cute she looked when she felt guilty. She noticed her blouse; she had never put her bra back on and her breasts were stunningly beautiful, stretched taut against the translucent material. She giggled, thinking about her paramour Jimmy, his eyes widening as she had approached him in the classroom earlier today, her breasts clearly visible gently swaying inside her blouse, his boner instantaneous… She stared into her reflection as she recalled the afternoon, biting her lip as she gently she began to unbutton her blouse, recreating the moment in her mind, imagining how Jimmy felt as she seduced him. Her breath quickening, she opened her blouse and gasped at her own beauty.

Such a wonder to be so lovely after so long the ugly duckling… she thought, her body warming, her skin flushed. She unzipped and pulled down her skirt and bending over, checked out her ass in the mirror. Rolling her hips rhythmically, she hooked the waistband of her panties with her thumb and slowly peeled them off — and gasped with delight. Her ass cheeks were so round and firm and smooth — all those squats were worth it! She looked seductively into the mirror, whispering, “Hi Jimmy… I’m so glad we are doing this…” as she bent forward spread her cheeks in the mirror, craning her neck to see her smooth brown rectum stretched and pulsing.

The sight of her lovely rectum reminded her of how the frat boys at college would use her body; one time at a party at least a dozen had cummed up her ass, one after another. She loved the abuse, loved the humiliation, but mostly loved the cocks pumping rich cream up her ass making her scream and squirt. She had been the center of attention — of deep, powerful desire, crazy drunken sex attention, and she loved it.

Until she passed out and they used permanent marker to scrawl, “anal cum dumpster” and other horrible words on her forehead and body and then kicked her out of the dorm room in the early morning hours, making her walk naked through the campus.

It had been before dawn and not many other students had seen her, but enough. Word got around and she was quickly shunned by most women, and even worse, by most of the male students as well. They ignored her until they needed a hole to cum in, but they were never nice or gentle or even bought her a fucking drink! They never knew, never appreciated what a gem, what a princess they had had… Well, fuck them! She was tired of being ashamed, of apologizing for who she was. No, fuck this, it was her time now.

She licked the fingers on her right hand and reached around and slid one into her sticky brown hole and shuddered. “This is my time,” she whispered as she fucked her ass to orgasm.

She awoke early that morning too excited about the day ahead of her to sleep. She crept into her kitchen wearing an oversize t-shirt and nothing else, the linoleum cool on her bare feet, and quietly make a pot of coffee. She lived alone and just loved the quiet of the early morning the autumn sun still as yet to rise, the tendrils of a dream drifting though her mind.

As the pot brewed she closed her eyes and lived once more in her dreams… dreams of a certain young man, of a certain huge cock… She touched herself between her legs she touched wet wet pussy, whispering, “oh god,” as her long painted nails pink and purple slid along her wet crease. She moaned softly, sitting back in the chair and touched her body, running her hands along her taut belly, her soft, sensitive breasts, her nipples erect and tender, van escort and then back to her pussy. “Oh yeah, so nice, so nice,” she murmured, the coffee pot gurgling as it finished brewing. She slid her fingers deeper into her pussy, two of them now, so deep, harder, faster. “Oh yes give it to me!” she cried out as she cummed writhing at her kitchen table in the dark dreaming of 18 year old cock. After a moment she recovered and let out a deep sigh, noticing the time. Sighing in relief, she gathered herself, poured a cup of coffee and took it into the bedroom to get dressed. Today, she dressed in a skirt that was too tight, a blouse too translucent, and a bra that was a bit too revealing. She looked at herself and smiled wickedly. She drank her coffee and put on her lipstick, grabbed a jacket, her keys, and her bag and headed out the door. Today was going to be a great day!

But in fact, the day was arduous as much as it was dreamy. She was so horny she felt like she was on fire, and she was glad she decided to wear panties after all, and with thick liners, as she was so wet she would likely be dripping down her legs. She counted the hours until the final bell rang when she could once again have Jimmy’s cock in her mouth — and all her holes!

2:00pm… almost done…

The students were working on compositions and Michele was indulging in a bit of Pop-a-Boner when the door in the rear of the room opened. Sister Janet peeked her head in. “Hi Miss Buttafuco, I just wanted to remind you of the staff meeting today in the faculty room.”

Michele’s world came crashing down. “Oh, is that today? Wow, I completely forgot… thanks for the heads up. What time is it again?”

“3:30, as usual. So, no detention, right?”

She tried to mask her disappointment. “Right. Of course not.”

Sister Janet glanced over at Jimmy. “I guess some people will be thankful.”

“Yes!” she agreed, laughing a bit too loud.

Sister Janet smiled strangely and withdrew from the doorway.

Oh no! Michele wailed silently. She needed this, she needed his cock… oh my god, what was she going to do?”

The last hour dragged on and on… finally, the bell sounded and instantly, the students slammed their books shut and resumed class-delayed conversations.

“Jimmy, don’t leave please, see me after class,” she called out above the hubbub.

Jimmy’s face burned red as he nodded but in the commotion, nobody really noticed. Or so she thought…

The students quickly disappeared out the door first in a flood, then a trickle, then a few stragglers that elbowed each other as they smirked at Jimmy for once again staying for detention. Finally, she and her paramour were alone once again. She shuffled some papers for a second before rising from her seat and slowly, seductively approached him.

She bit her lip and stared demurely. “Hi Jimmy.”

He recoiled slightly, a look of abject terror and utter and complete desire roiling his features. “Hi, Miss Buttafuco,” he whispered.

She walked right to his desk and stopped before him, and then just stared. Her eyes fixed on his, she lowered herself towards him and leaned in, whispering into his ear. “Go to the corner across from the nature center — on County Road, you know?”

“In front of that really big house? With the Spanish roof?”

She nodded. “Yes, I’ll pick you up there. Ok?”

He nodded quickly.

She smiled. “Ok, go now. I’ll see you in five minutes.”

In a flurry of activity he had his books packed and was out of his seat, grabbing his jacket from the closet in the back. He chanced a quick glance back at her and she smiled encouragingly. “Go! I’ll see you there.”

She gathered herself, took her bag already stocked with condoms along with her dildo and anal plug, withdrew her jacket and with controlled steps walked down the corridor. She peeked into Sister Janet’s room. “I’m just going to the drugstore for a few minutes. yalova escort I’ll see you at the meeting.”

Sister Janet nodded. “See you.”

Her pace quickened as she passed and she was positively trotting by the time she got to the end of the corridor. Down the steps then out the back door. Her Camry awaited… Yes yes… oh god no one see me, no one see me…

Fumbling with the keys, she finally penetrated the lock and opened the door. Breathe, breathe… she told herself. She calmed a little but she still needed both her hands to get the key into the ignition. She started the engine and slowly, carefully drove out the rear exit to the corner across from the nature center. He wasn’t there. “Oh, damn!” she cried aloud. What happened?

Then she saw him, hidden behind the trunk of a large tulip tree that grew on the corner. She slammed on the brakes and lowered the window. “Hey, get in!”

He looked up and down the street before getting into her car. She was breathing hard but felt exhilarated and alive. “We don’t have much time. Let’s go into the nature center.”

He looked scared. “Is it safe?”

She grimaced. “I don’t know.” Then she winked at him. “Let’s do it anyway.”

She raced down the road to the entrance set back from the main road. Already it was growing dark and woods were quiet and empty. She pulled along the gravel road until she found a small indentation for the car, pulled in and stopped. “What do you think?”

He shrugged and glanced around. “Ok, I guess.”

She put the transmission into Park and let off the brake. She turned to him. “Are you ready?”

He nodded. She reached over and lifted the seatback lever and he fell back in his seat. She hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse and placed his cool hands inside her bra to caress her so soft breasts, playing with her nipples. She leaned over the console to hover over him, their noses brushing each other, her eyes peering closely into his.

“Is this your first time?”

He nodded, swallowing.

She smiled. “I’m so happy I can be your first. You are so special to me, and I want to be special for you too.”

His eyes widened and then she leaned in… at first their kiss was shy and tentative, both of them thinking of these same lips on his cock, but then it built in intensity until she was writhing on top of him, his hands all over her, under her bra and dragging her skirt up over her hips. She pulled her skirt all the way up and groped at her g-string, tearing it off her beautiful ass. Grinded their loins together, he was huge and hard as steel in his school pants. She grabbed at his belt buckle and unbuckled his pants. He reached behind and pulled them down and there it was — his magnificent cock naked and alive in her hands! She pumped it but then made herself stop. She grabbed at her bag which had fallen onto the floor of the backseat and withdrew a foil-wrapped condom.

“We need this,” she whispered breathlessly. “If we don’t, I know you’ll get me pregnant.”

She took the condom — Magnum sized — and held it to her mouth, and with her teeth tore it open. Smiling, she reached down and gently, smoothly rolled the condom over his huge stiff penis. The condom barely went two-thirds of the way down.

They were ready. She opened her legs, her g-string now around her ankles, and with her hands lined his cock up to her soaking wet pussy. The condom-enclosed head pressed into her too tight, wet slit and then, yes! He was inside her! “Oh my god,” she cried, grabbing him around the neck as she ground herself inexorably down his cock his huge shaft filling her so deeply… “Yes yes yes!” She moaned as he penetrated her all the way to his ball sack. She raised herself up and then pumped down again, up and down, in and out, grinding, pumping, harder and harder… The car bounced on its springs as they fucked until, bodies entwined, tongues wrapped together, one mind, one soul, they both yozgat escort cummed as one, both crying out together, their orgasms surging through them, their own ocean of bliss…

And then finally subsided, leaving her weak and breathless and glowing, her body limply draped upon him. “You are so, so, so good,” she whispered, kissing his downy cheek.

She glanced at her watch. “Oh my god, it’s already 3:35!” She got off him and returned to the driver’s seat. “Can you walk from here?”

He nodded, his eyes glazed. She pulled up her g-string and pulled down her skirt back, smoothing herself out. He was about to remove the condom when she stopped him and removed it herself. The condom was heavy and filled with cum. She tied it up to prevent leaks and wrapped it in a tissue from her bag, and put it into an outside pocket. She smiled at him as he struggled to pull up his school pants.

“Are you ready? I’m really late! I need to get back to the school.”

He leapt out of the car and slammed the door behind him and walked quickly away down the gravel roadway.

She started the engine and raced out of the nature center, trailing gravel on the road and squealing her tires as she pulled onto the asphalt.

She rushed into the school, breathless, flushed, and ran to the faculty room. Sister Janet was sitting at the table already, along with several others, but most of the teachers weren’t there.

Terror struck her; did they know she had just fucked a student? “Is everything ok?”

Sister Janet looked up at her with her infamous expression of chagrin and suspicion. “Well, we’re all a bit curious where you’ve been. You were late, so Father Dan decided to make a call to the diocese. You can relax for now. Where were you, anyway? You look flushed.” Her voice was pleasant but her eyes told a different story.

Michele was completely at a loss. She hadn’t come close to thinking of an excuse for her lateness. So she went for the old reliable, “I needed to make a purchase… of, you know, feminine… essentials.”

Sister Janet nodded. “Of course.” And returned to her magazine, the Advocate.

Michele breathed a silent sigh of relief as she passed into the pantry. The coffee pot was full and she guessed that someone had made it fresh. She got a Styrofoam cup from the cabinet and poured herself a steaming cup. Then, quietly, she reached into her bag and retrieved the tissue-wrapped condom. She unrolled the tissue from around the slimy condom and, staring intently at the door, untied it and with shivering hands, poured the boy’s cum into her steaming cup.

It coagulated in the cup, thick floating globules bobbing seductively. She grabbed a rough paper towel and rolled up the condom in it and pushed it deeply into the trash. Then she sipped on the heavenly brew, the thick cream coating her lips and tongue, the taste of boy cum filling her mouth.

The pantry door swung open and in walked Father Dan, a normal looking, fit, white male who didn’t seem to be a pedophile or even gay. He smiled at her. “How’s the coffee?”

“Delicious,” she murmured, sipping in the rich hot flavor of her forbidden lover’s seed even as she glanced at Father Dan over the cup’s rim.

Father Dan’s brows arched. “Well then, I guess I better get a cup!”

She smiled at him. “You should. I bet you’ll love it,” and she passed through the swinging door into the now teacher-filled faculty lounge.

Even as Teacher Michele slurped on his cum and felt his cock lingering in her pussy, Jimmy walked home floating ten feet above the path through the woods. Behind him, however, he never noticed his neighbor, Mrs. Ryan, forty-something years old with a plump ass, lovely breasts, and hair that still shone blonde in the morning sun. She had been walking her boxer through the nature center when she saw a car pull into the hidden spot, a car which she recognized as Michele Buttafuco’s, saw the flurry of activity in the car and then, to her astonishment, her neighbor Jimmy exit the car and run away.

She was stunned. Should she tell someone? Should she confront Miss Buttafuco? That slut!

She walked home with her dog and thought and thought and thought.

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