College Interruptus

Chapter Seventeen

Seductive Schoolteacher

Friday was Halloween and in the afternoon we combined both classrooms and supplied simple costumes for everyone. Then by lot we set up groups of rour, two from the upper school and twp from the lower school. Their assignment was for each group to develop a short Halloween story and tell the rest of us.

I sat at the back of he large room that we made by opening the folding partition. Irene sat with me.

“When are you going to visit me again?”

My co-teacher blushed as if she was an innocent girl instead of a horny, boy-fucking teacher.

“I came to visit you last night but I guess you didn’t hear the bell. You should play your movies at lower volume. But I’d like to borrow the video you were watching. It sounded like you had a substitute for me.”

“Come over tonight after the dance class and we can watch it together.” Damn! I’d have to look through my collection and find one with a panting girl in it.

“We’re ready,” Adam Whittier advised us as he leered at Irene. Beulah helped us with the story and John is going to tell it.”

We waited until every group had finished and then John told us a story about two girls and two boys who got lost in the woods and kept warm by cuddling together under the trees while a bear snorted and rumbled nearby. The tale unnecessarily included details about the way the boys cuddled with the girls and I could see in the boys’ eyes that they were consciously being risqué, as if to show their teachers that they were grown up.

The other stories were simple and boring and when they were all done we gave them cake and cookies and soft drinks and sent them home early.

“Sounded to me like Adam and John have already done a bit of cuddling with girls. Or has somebody been giving them lessons?

“Joe! Don’t say that! They just like to pretend!”

“Yeah…but I don’t. Remember, after the dance lesson come see me.”

The dance lesson that night was especially interesting. Deepa and Rhaina weren’t there to warm me up but Julie and Christine more than made up for it. Julie danced with her pelvis welded to mine as she whispered, “I’m going to sneak in to your place some night. You hafta do me again.”

After I tried to cool Julie off it was Christine who welded her pelvis to mine and felt the effect of Julie’s efforts. “I hafta talk to you Mr. Aspen. It’s real important!”

“Next week Christine. I have callers all weekend.” I didn’t want her barging in while I was screwing Irene and I hoped to do that at least twice this weekend.

It was 10 PM when I heard the single ring of the doorbell and let Irene in from the classroom. She had a light robe over silken pajamas and she was carrying a glass of amber liquid.

“I brought my own drink, Joe…but after it’s gone I’d like some more of your special brand. Now, where’s the video.”

I’d chosen an old classic, now forbidden, about a teenager being seduced, eaten, reluctantly devirginated (without blood, of course) and then taught to deep throat.

We sat on my bed and as soon as I started the video I placed my right hand on her left, pajama clad thigh.

“You have fantastic legs Irene…they should never be covered,” and then I worked at the waist of her pajamas. Compliantly she let me remove them and as hoped, she had nothing beneath them.

“Mmmm…you were thinking about this weren’t you?” I asked as I dipped my fingers into her hairy nest to find that she was already juicily moist, her passage no doubt greased to accept my piston.”

I fondled her pussy as we watched the seduction proceed. “How old were you Irene when you lost your cherry?”

“I told you. Fourteen. To my Grade Nine teacher. Oh God! He didn’t eat me first though,” she moaned as the seducer in the video began to eat his smooth-cunted conquest.

I knew what I really wanted this night and I saw the likely route as I brought a pillow down so that Irene’s head was raised even as I pushed her down on her back. She uttered a whimper as I slipped off the edge of the bed and got her long legs over my shoulders as I buried my face in the moist furriness of her fat cunt.

“Joe! Oh God Joe! Oohhh yesss!” she cried out as I began to lick and suck her hairy labia and her large, projecting clitoris. Never had a woman seemed as appreciative of being eaten as my co-teacher was. She writhed and squirmed, moaned and panted and then when her breathing reached a climactic tempo she bucked and hauled my face into her hairy snatch. Her juices gushed and flowed and as her thighs locked over my ears I heard her muffled wail, “Cummminnggg….cummminngggg Joe…cummminnggg!”

I finally got my head up before I drowned but she drew me back down. Some women after orgasm don’t like continued contact with their clits but Irene was not one of those. She writhed and gaped and obviously enjoyed the ongoing titillation of her clit and I think that within five minutes I’d brought her off three more times.

When I raised my head next the video teenager was taking the man’s mammoth tool balls deep into her mouth and I could se that Irene was transfixed by the sight.

“Come baby,” I said in a firm but gentle voice. “Do that for me!”

“But?” She looked strangely and uncharacteristically timid as I peeled off her pajama top and slipped put of my sweatpants. I sprawled on my back and firmly hauled her head down until her fat-lipped mouth was poised just above my pre-cum dripping tool.

“Suck my cock Irene. I want to see those sexy lips wrapped around it.”

“No…I don’t…I don’t do that.”

“I’ve seen you suck Adam…now suck me!”

Her eyes widened in surprise and dismay at my words but as I hauled her head down lower her soft lips parted, her teeth opened and I was in the moist warmth of her mouth.

“Mmmmph…no…not without a condom,” she protested as she pulled away.

“I’ll use the same condom we used when I ate you, baby, and forcefully I pushed her head down to my groin. She looked at me with a timid mien as her mouth once again engulfed me.

“That’s it baby…suck…use that hot tongue…suck me!”

She looked up at me, a delightfully submissive expression on her face but obediently she did as I demanded. I pushed her head lower and she gagged when my cocktip bumped the back of her throat. I knew I could get in deeper but I knew also that I was too close to explosion to manage my ultimate destination.

“Oh yes teacher…suck baby…suck…don’t ever stop,” I moaned and then she realized that I planned to cum in her mouth.

“Nah…can’t, don’t,” she protested as she tried to pull away but I had a firm grip on her head and I forced her back down. My theory is that once a woman has willingly taken your cock in her mouth she loses her normal defenses and doesn’t lock her teeth or close her lips to prevent another penetration. Despite her doubtless serious objection Irene’s lips and teeth parted and I was back inside her mouth.

I began to fuck the schoolteacher’s mouth with my naked cock and her lips and tongue caressed my throbbing organ. Her lips were clinging like her cunt would, the pink inner flesh visible as I withdrew and the then they rolled inward as I refilled her mouth.

“Oh Gawwd Irene…I’m cumming!” I gasped and she suddenly grasped my balls and gently tugged them while I heard the wet, sloppy sounds of her furious sucking. My aching balls tightened, I pushed in once more and my whole body was flooded with the glorious heat of sexual release.

“Glanng…unnngghhh,” gurgled from the woman’s mouth as my semen blasted into her wildly sucking cavern. “Glanngh,” sounded wetly as she swallowed and I could see the dribbles of saliva diluted semen leaking from the corners of her sexy mouth. And she sucked…and sucked…and sucked.”

“Did I satisfy you Joe?”

“You’re fantastic Irene. I loved it.”

“You’re the first I ever did that for Joe. I hope you know that.”

“Thank you Irene. You’ve made me very proud and happy. But I hope you’ll do it again.”

“Whatever you want Joe. I’ll never be satisfied again with a schoolboy.”

“I may not have a schoolboy’s stamina, Irene, so don’t give up on them yet. Now can we sleep together?”

“Oh God Joe…I want you to fuck me…but we can sleep first.”

It was four AM when I awakened to the feel of a warm hand at my genitals. The blank TV screen provided enough light for me to see that Irene had thrown back the covers and my organ was already at attention.

“Fuck me Joe…fuck this horny schoolteacher with your big cock!”

I rolled on top of her between her long, widespread legs and she guided me into her hairy fucknest. After the job she’d done with her mouth I was able to last and last as she undulated and humped and just plain fucked me, her legs wrapped around my hips and our sweaty bellies slapping together noisily as I took her through more than two orgasms.

“I’ll never want a schoolboy again, Joe after what you’re showing me,” Irene said as she donned her clothes and gave me a quick peck on the lips before going back to her own place.

I was drained and tired and except for going to the store while my new cleaning lady tidied up and changed the bedclothes.

I got up because our new cleaning lady was coming. She was June Williams, the village doctor’s obese but pretty daughter. She was shy and quiet but I enjoyed watching how her loose, fleshy appendages, especially her melon-sized breasts and mammoth but shapely buttocks moved under her loose-fitting frock. As a fuck she’d be a contrast to Irene, for sure.

I went to the Chinaman’s for coffee while she was cleaning my place but when I came back I felt that she’d maybe been looking in places she shouldn’t. I opened my eye to Irene’s bedroom and found further evidence of June’s curiosity. She was sitting on Irene’s bed with her fat legs spread wide apart, her panties on one ankle. I saw her belly and her huge pussy mound, smooth and swollen looking completely hairless while she used Irene’s big vibrator until, with a breathless squeal, she came. I had enough presence of mind to record most of what I saw as a lewd scheme began to develop in my mind.

On Sunday I saw Irene at church and was surprised that she was sitting with the Jackson’s but I thought noting more of it until in mid-afternoon I decided to check on her.

The bedroom was empty, the bed neatly made and I wondered where Irene was. I didn’t have to wonder long for just as I was about to close my spyhole she appeared leading Jamal Jackson behind her. Immediately I began recording what I saw.

“What is the extra homework I’m s’posed to do Miz Simmons,” the big boy asked as she sat on the bed and brought him close to the edge.

“Do you have a girlfriend Jamal?”

“Not here Miz Simmons,” he said looking puzzled.

“Tell me Jamal…do any of the boys talk about me?”

“Uh…well…they think you’re pretty hot.”

“Do they say any more than that?”

“Uh…yeah…Adam says he…like…knows you pretty good.”

“Would you like to know me pretty good too, Jamal?” When she asked that question the woman’s hand snaked out to cover the bulge that was growing in his jeans.”

“Uh yeah…sure I would,” he choked as the schoolteacher unbuttoned the waist of his jeans and pulled down the zipper.

“Have you ever fucked your girlfriend?” Irene pulled down his jeans and undershorts and his thick, coal black penis popped free to stand out and up from his groin.

It was only then that I realized the woman was dressed in only a loosely belted robe which she quickly shrugged from her shoulders as she pulled the big boy onto the bed on top of her naked body.

I could see that this boy was not a novice as he kicked off his jeans from around his ankles and his mouth forcefully covered the teacher’s. His right hand was between their bodies and when he raised his hips I saw that he was fingering the woman’s hairy snatch.

After a kiss that lasted more than a minute his head moved down and I could see that he had fastened his lips on one of her magnificent nipples. Irene raised her knees to cradle his hips and her right hand grasped his rigid tool as she dragged him down onto her open body.

“Oh yes Jamal…oohhh yesss…you fell so good…so big and hard! Oh fuck that feels so good, fuck me with your big cock," she exclaimed. 
 
The big, black boy lifted Irene off the bed easily all the while pumping his cock in and out of her. Irene's moaning increased, announcing her first orgasm. Jamal moved with powerful strokes as he fucked the horny schoolteacher. Every now and then he would stop, almost teasing Irene to ask for more. 
 
"Don't stop, please, it feels so good," she would say each time. 
 
“Damn, you’re good,” the boy said. “Do all you white schoolteachers like black cock?”, and once again he paused.
 
"Oh don't stop, fuck me, keep fucking me! Oh your cock is so good!" the woman said urgently. 
 
Jamal's movements began to quicken as he came closer to cumming. "You like black cock don't you teacher, tell me," Jamal commanded. 
 
"Yes, yes cum in me, fuck me, oh you are so fucking good," Irene slurred as she came once more. 
 
Suddenly, Jamal groaned and he slammed Irene against the mattress as he impaled her on his cock. His pace quickened still and I could see that he was cumming in her cunt as she writhed beneath him like a speared fish.
 

“Don’t stop Jamal…don’t stop,” she moaned as she locked her long legs around his hips. “Have you fucked other schoolteachers?”

“Every teacher I’ve had since I was twelve…and all of you were white. That’s why I know you all like black cock,” and he began hammering her fiercely.

I wondered how much longer he’d continue when suddenly he was once more jabbing her with the short strokes of climax. Irene was shuddering with excitement, panting like a bitch in heat, which I guess, was an exact description. She raised her legs and locked her ankles round Jamal’s back, pulled him down to her and stuck her tongue in his mouth. The contrast between the brown haired white woman and the muscular black boy was very exciting in itself.

“Gawwwwddd!!!” the woman exclaimed as she was rammed with four final thrusts and her legs flopped out limply to the sides.

The big boy rolled off and I could see the creamy froth that matted Irene’s wet pubic hair.

“Did you like that Jamal?”

“Oh yes Miz Simmons…you’re a great fuck.”

“Well if you keep this our secret…don’t tell anyone else…we can do it lots more. Promise not to tell?”

“I promise Miz Simmons,” and the boy got off the bed and began putting on his clothes.

I had swollen, aching balls and no ready source of relief. Could Mrs. Whittier visit? Maybe the Reverend was servicing the Hansen woman.