Chapter Two
Things were uneasy for next week or so. Charlette neither spoke nor indicated in anyway that she'd wanted to repeat our after school activities, and I began to wonder if I'd dreamed it all.
Then Friday afternoon rolled around and she'd passed back our reports on French culture. I got an A, though I probably didn't deserve it, and I noticed a large Post-It note attached to the last page after her comments. It read:
Meet me tonight at my house, 6pm. Don't be late. Tell no one!
1276 E. Sunset Drive
My heart froze in my chest. I glanced up to look at Ms. Dubois, but she was busy explaining to Sally why she got an F. I couldn't catch her eye all through class, and she disappeared right after the bell, along with the rest of the students.
Did she want to continue our relationship? Did she want to break it off? The latter thought disturbed me. I'd been fantasizing about Charlette all week, jacking off to the memory of her beautiful naked body, remembering the feel of her lips, her tits. But no amount of masturbating had relieved me. I needed to have her.
I raced home after practice, showered, shaved and got dressed, but not too dressy, since I didn't want to alert my parents. I went online, found her house and printed a map. I then fed my folks some BS about meeting the guys for a movie and headed out.
I raced downtown, stopping only to get some flowers, and pulled up into her driveway. The sun had just set and night was beginning to fall. I was fifteen minutes early, but I knocked on her door any ways. I heard a voice from inside:
"It's open Jean-Marc! Come in!"
I opened the door and went in. Her house was small, but quaint. It was decorated with all kinds of girlie touches, from stuffed animals to porcelain statuettes. The living room featured paintings from various French artists and trinkets from her visits to France.
"Uh, Ms. Dubois?" I called out.
"Just a second. You're a little early. I'll be out in a minute. Just have a seat."
I sat on the couch and set the flowers down. I picked up a book nearby and leafed through it. It was a coffee table book about French castles, with large photos and essays about their history.
"I thought I told you to call me Charlette."
I looked up from the book and beheld one the most astounding sights I'd ever seen. My French teacher was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Charlette was radiantly beautiful in a short blue dress with white buttons down the front. Her blonde hair was down, framing her soft pale skin. Her red lips were pursed hungrily. She was wearing white nylons with high-heel shoes to match her dress.
"Oh, sorry Miss, I mean Charlette." I swallowed hard.
"That's OK." She smiled, and walked over to me.
"I got these for you." I handed the flowers to Charlette.
"Thank you, Jean-Marc." she was sliding over me and straddling my lap.
Her face was close to mine, I could feel her breathing, chest heaving. I made the first move and kissed her hard on the lips. She responded, relaxing into me. Our tongues danced and traced the insides of each other's mouth. I kissed her cheeks, then down her neck and up to her ear.
"Oh, Jean-Marc...I've missed you so much." she breathed into my ear.
I said nothing, but my hands strayed to her chest, hungry to feel her soft nipples between my fingers again.
"Ah-ah," she whispered. "Not so fast. A girl needs a little romance."
She stood and pulled me to the dinning room. It was a beautiful candlelight dinner set around a small table. We sat down and proceeded to eat. The vast majority of the meal was finger food, so we spent quite a bit of it feeding it to each other. We made light small talk, mostly about her, how she came to the school, why she became a teacher, and so forth.
Dinner was soon devoured (I was really hungry) and we went back to the living room to talk some more. We sat together on the couch talking some more, mostly about me now, my aspirations, hopes, and dreams. I revealed some intimate details, the biggest being that I was still a virgin.
She smiled coyly at this and kissed me softly. The kiss increased in intensity as we continued. She ran her long nails through my hair as I began undoing her dress. Button by button it came down until I had exposed her white lace bra. It was strapless and had pushed her tits up nicely. Sliding the sides of the dress down I rubbed each tit through the light material. Charlette moaned with delight and slid her arms out of the dress so it hung around her waist. I unfastened her bra threw it the floor. Her pink nipples stood flush and ready for my attention. I went to them, sucking and licking each one. I nibbled them lovingly until Charlette was gasping with delight.
"Oh that feels so good." she sighed softly.
She began undoing my shirt next, sliding it off of my hairless chest, and rubbing the firm muscles underneath. Charlette smiled appreciatively and went to work pulling my belt open and unzipping my jeans. I kicked my shoes and socks off and let her push me up and then pull my pants down, yanking my boxers down with them. My erection was fierce and my teacher licked her lips staring at it.
She stood and pulled the dress down to the floor. Her nylons were thigh-high, but she wasn't wearing panties. Her soft blonde snatch was wet with anticipation.
"You want to know something?" she whispered, pulling me close and letting her C-cup breasts press into my chest.
"What?" I smiled, intermittently kissing her neck and ears.
"Unless I'm on my period, I don't wear panties in class."
I smiled, chuckling.
"That turns you on doesn't it, Jean-Marc."
I nodded.
"Good. Now, let's make a man out of you." she pulled me to her bedroom.
It was littered with candles that she lit quickly and then pushed me into bed. Charlette was atop me in a moment, her moist cunt stroking the tip of my engorged cock. She pressed down until her cunt was filled with my member. Blonde hair hanging down over her face, she smiled and pumped her cunt up and down my shaft.
"Oh god, Charlette...I never knew it could be like this."
"It gets better." she smiled, flexing her vaginal muscles around me.
She closed her eyes and sat back, forcing me all the way into her waiting vagina. Charlette then began fucking my cock with hungry abandon. The sensations were extreme to say the least, I just wanted to fuck the blonde teacher with everything I had, but she was in control, for now.
Charlette increased her cadence, her ass slapping against my legs. I watched with erotic fascination as my cock appeared and then disappeared into my French teacher's cunt. Her nylons had begun slipping down, exposing her knees, then her calves.
"Oh god, Jean-Marc! Yes...yes..yes...oh fuck YES!!!" she screamed and clenched her pussy hard against me.
Charlette was gasping for air now, smiling from ear to ear. She let me roll on top, and pulled her nylons completely off. I slid out and in, testing the depth of her cunt. Once I had the motion down I pumped her harder. Charlette pulled her legs back and opened her body to me completely.
"Oh yes, Jean-Marc. You are no boy. You are all man. A huge fucking man! Yes Jean-Marc...fuck me...fuck your teacher..."
And I did just that, fucking her harder and harder with each thrust. I pounded my teacher's cunt with wild abandon, desperate to fill it with my hot juices.
"Miss Dubois...Charlette...I'm gonna...oh god...I'm...I'm...cuming!"
My cock spat several large loads into Charlette's womb and then a couple small squirts finished the job. We both lay there breathing heavily. We smiled and kissed deeply, my hands unable to leave her sexy body.
"Jean-Marc, that was...the best." she smiled, hands running down my naked body and then down to my already swelling cock, "Oh my..."
I was rolling her over and lifting her up on all fours. I didn't give her time to contemplate what was going on, and rammed my fresh erection down her sodden cunt, semen and cunt juice squishing out and running down her legs.
Gripping her hips and fucked my favorite teacher anew. She had a hand down between her legs and was helping herself along to another climax. I slid myself all the way out and then rammed it back down, slapping my hips into her ass with loud smacking noises.
Between thrusts Charlette was moaning and swearing, "Fuck me! Ugh! Fuck me! Yes! Oh Jean-Marc! Give it to me baby! Yes! Fuck your teacher! Oh god! I'm cumming! It's so hard! Keep fucking me! Let me ride it! Oh fuck yes!"
I didn't stop fucking Charlette after her orgasm subsided, as mine was building. Several rough thrusts later and I was spouting more cum into the blonde pussy.
I felt satisfied and drained all at once. Charlette's legs were sticky and wet. I kissed her softly and she left to shower off. I let her go, opting to nap in post-coital bliss.
It was an hour later when I woke to Charlette's expert sucking at my newly arisen prick. She was wearing nightshirt and had her hair tied back into a ponytail. Her body was perpendicular to mine so I reached out to finger her open snatch. She moaned with delight at my attentions. I pulled Charlette's lower body over to me, and she complied. Soon her legs were straddled around my head and her warm pussy, gaping wide, was before my mouth.
I didn't think, I just acted and dove my tongue down her hole. She gasped as I ate her out, exploring different angles and trying to understand the odd taste of vaginal fluid and semen. I reached around and spread her wider, digging my tongue into my lover's sweet hole. I tried alternating between cunt and clit, and this had the desired effect as I could feel Charlette's breathing increase around my cock. I could feel my seed ready to burst and bucked my hips into her mouth, Charlette responded in kind, letting me probe her deepest recesses with my mouth.
A rush of juice coated my face as my teacher's scream was muffled by mu swollen cock was shoved down her throat. The force she exerted on my cock was more than enough to send me over the edge.
"Charlette...here it comes!"
She managed to slide back just in time to brace for my exploding semen. Just like our first time in her classroom, she sucked down every last drop of white cum, licking my tip clean.
I snuggled up under the sheets with my beloved teacher where we enjoyed the silence together. After several long minutes she spoke.
"It's getting late. I don't want you to get into any trouble."
I checked the clock. It was late, if I left now, I wouldn't arouse any suspicions.
"I really don't want to go, but..."
She silenced me with a long kiss, then spoke: "It's all right. This isn't over, not by a long shot, mon amore."
I smiled and kissed her back. After cleaning up, I dressed and started for the door. I stopped, returned to Charlette's room and kissed her again.
"See you Monday," I whispered into her ear and then disappeared into the night, leaving her to dream her lurid dreams.