He waited until the single classroom of the village school had emptied of children and then entered to empty the bins and secure the building. She was still there, the school’s only teacher Miss Braithwaite. She looked every inch the school mistress, dressed in a crisp white blouse, dark brown hair pinned high on her head and a pair of studious looking spectacles perched on her nose. She wasn’t as unapproachable as her appearance would suggest, in fact his days at the school a decade before had been happy because of her caring attitude towards all of the pupils.
Since then he had been to the comprehensive in the nearby town and then back to work on his father’s farm. Now 20 he also looked after the school as part-time caretaker.
She looked up when she heard him open the door, “Hello Vince.”
“Afternoon Miss Braithwaite.” He replied.
The hairs on the back of her neck tingled when said her name. He wasn’t a boy anymore, he was a tall, muscular young man. He was no longer her pupil yet the thoughts that the sight of him working in the fields elicited from her had made her feel uncomfortable – and very, very excited. The lust and guilt he stirred in her was thrilling, intoxicating and seemed to become more intense as the weeks went by.
Vince reached under her desk dangerously close to her legs so he could retrieve her waste paper basket. His eyes fell on her blouse, top two buttons unfastened and hinting at her full chest that was held in check by a silky bra. He unconsciously paused for a moment and liked his lips surreptitiously. She noticed, her heart starting to pound.
“Vince, are you OK?” She asked.
“Yes, fine.” He stood quickly, emptying the basket’s contents in to the rubbish sack and almost throwing the basket back under the desk. Miss Braithwaite could see he was uncomfortable now and it was obvious why, attracted to his old school teacher a woman twenty years his senior he felt the same conflict she did, and the same desires.
She stood up and walked over to him as he picked up the broom from the back corner of the classroom to begin sweeping the floor.
“What were you looking at?” She asked, deliberately pushing her C-cup breasts out in front of her.
“Nothing.” He blurted out in reply.
“Come on, we’re both adults now. You can tell me, do you want to touch them?”
Vince looked shocked, she knew the answer to the question but for a moment was scared he wouldn’t admit it.
“Yes” He whispered. “Yes please!”
His reply sent a thrill through her and made her pussy lips tingle. She went to the solid oak door, her shoes clicking across the stone floor of the classroom, and locked it. The windows of the building were large but set high from the ground so as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse on the way back towards Vince he was the only person in her audience. She tugged the blouse from the waistband of her black knee-length skirt and was about unfasten her bra when he said, “Stop.”
She was puzzled for a moment until she looked down and saw his strong hands cup her breasts through the silky bra. The rough skin of his fingers moved cross the fabric, snagging it slightly. His eyes were fixed on her nipples, erect and protruding through the cups asking to be pinched. She gasped as he did so and pressed herself against him. He was a little taller than her now and she could feel a bulge in his jeans just below her waist, the size of it surprised her and she scolded herself for immediately wanting to see it.
Vince’s hands slipped around her back making her quiver as he pressed her chest and naked stomach against his shirt. His hips started to grind his hard cock into her in an involuntary, instinctive series of rhythmical thrusts that she began to echo in an animal dance that was far from the controlled and professional persona she was renowned for. Having awakened the animal inside her he found it demanded to be fed, she offered her pouting lips upward towards his to be kissed.
His first kiss of his former teacher’s lips was surprising in its sensuality and passion. Her lips were full and soft, pressing against his with vigour but not opening. Not until he pressed his tongue between them and felt her teeth part after a little resistance to let him inside. Waiting for him was a tongue that jostled with his in a warm, wet cavern for a few minutes until they parted, breathless and trembling.
Miss Braithwaite’s hand reached down to grasp his cock, rubbing it slowly through the denim of his jeans and enjoying the shape of the thick, hard member trapped inside. His hands dropped unbuttoning the cloth prison to release himself. He felt her tugging at his jeans, the passionate women, so carefully hidden in daily life now exposed and proud in the presence of the young man she had so often thought about in the preceding few weeks.
With his jeans mid-thigh the only barrier between the school mistress and his cock was a pair of stretchy briefs that emphasised rather than concealed his excitement. She pulled them down and was confronted by a hard shaft of flesh, veiny and so very inviting. Her right hand encircled it as she dropped to her knees. With her left hand on his waist she slid the foreskin back to reveal his swollen purple head, wet with precum .
Vince watched her tongue extend from the lips he had just been kissing so passionately and lap at the clear fluid on the head of his penis. He twitched and shivered with ever touch, especially around his frenulum that seemed electrified by her lingual attentions. A few moments after she had completed her initial circuits of his swollen head she leant forward and allowed the head of his cock to enter her mouth where she began to suck gently, savouring his manly flavour.
He resisted the urge to thrust himself deep into her throat because he could tell she was enjoying the feeling of fullness in her mouth and did not want to spoil the moment. He was rewarded by her next words. Miss Braithwaite released his erection from her mouth and said “Vince, can we fuck now?”
Vince nodded mutely, watching while Miss Braithwaite hitched up her skirt to reveal a pair of hold up stockings and silky lilac panties that matched her bra. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her underwear and pulled them over her curvy thighs with a sexy wiggle of her hips. They clung to her between her legs, the gusset dark with moisture generated by her excitement, the aroma of her released to mingle with the familiar smells of the old classroom. She stepped out of the panties, pulling them over the shiny black shoes that she always wore in class.
Vince took her in his arms and lifted her up. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and his cock com to rest underneath her between the cleft of her buttocks. Their mouths locked again in a frantic and passionate prelude to the main event, one that they both wanted even more acutely than ever. Miss Braithwaite felt herself being pressed against the stone wall by the door to the classroom, it was slightly uncomfortable but she realised this simply made her even hornier because of the weight of his body on hers. Vince’s hips swung back, his cock tracing the road forward until he felt the opening to her pussy and then upwards, forwards, deep into the very core of her he travelled with a slow, deliberate thrust.
Miss Braithwaite groaned with pleasure at being filled with a long, thick penis attached to a strong, passionate man. She closed her eyes and ley herself be taken, moaning her encouragement to him while her hands grasped his neck and entwined with his hair. His breathing increased in tempo as did the speed of his thrusts and the sloshing sounds they generated. His balls became wet from her juices and the air thick with the smell of her. A single long “Yeeeessss!” filled the room and announced her orgasm accompanied by the contract of her muscles. He felt his cock squeezed and the gorgeous pleasure of penetrating her hot depths became unbearably exquisite and his own climax rushed to the surface. The tingling in his groin turned quickly into deep and powerful contractions that projected a stream of hot cum deep into her pussy.
Vince growled deep and long with a primitive power that almost scared Miss Braithwaite. The tension in both their bodies subsided and turned into a warm enveloping glow. Vince carried her to the front of the classroom and sat on the edge of her chair with the teacher’s legs still either side of his waist.
“Do I make some quip about you having taught me a lesson I’ll not forget?” Vince asked.
“No, just promise me we can do it again.” She replied.