Teacher wants to fuck student

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I have no idea how I find myself with my teacher telling her about my fantasy on Christmas. She was sitting next to me in the passenger’s seat asking me things I doubt a teacher would ask. I snapped out of my thoughts looking at her when she spoke.

She smiled at me as she asked, knowing full well what the last word was, "Tell me what, Matthew, I'm a teacher you'd like to what?" As she asked this, she suddenly spun her body around and in one lightning move her feet were both on my crotch.

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I groaned, as every last lingering doubt was suddenly gone. I answered bluntly, "A teacher I'd like to fuck..." I then added, with clear intent, as she moved her feet slowly around on my hard cock, "... hard."

This time she moaned, "It is indeed hard." She then asked, "So was I a teacher you wanted to fuck, or am I a teacher you want to fuck?"

I didn't hesitate as I noticed her past versus present tense question, "I would have fucked you in a heartbeat when I was a teenager."

"But not now?" she asked, the three words asked with a sultry seductiveness implying she already knew the answer, as she moved one foot up to my face and rubbed my cheek... which was erotic and rather distracting and dangerous.

Taking control, sensing she was looking for a man who knew what he wanted, who knew how to treat her like a slut for a night, I answered, "Now I'd fuck you all night and turn you into my personal slut for the entire weekend."

To my surprise and disappointment, she moved her feet away. I feared I'd pushed too hard by calling her a slut. Most older women loved being called names as I fucked them, but maybe Collette was different.

I watched as she grabbed the mistletoe from the mirror, repositioned herself and leaned towards my crotch, and said, "Well, we do have some mistleblow here."

"And I have a candy cane in need of sucking," I countered, playing along with her witty Christmas play on words as I was relieved to realise I hadn't read her wrong at all.

"Do you?" she asked, as she hooked the mistletoe to my steering wheel and moved her hands to my zipper.

"Be warned," I warned, "My chocolate bar wasn't the only Mr. Big in here."

As she pulled it out and stroked it she approved, "Oh my, this is a very big candy cane, mister."

Reaching for the mistletoe, I put it over her head and my eight inch cock and said, "I assume you know what to do when mistleblow is over your head."

"I think I do," she purred, looking up at me and the mistletoe briefly while still stroking my cock. She then returned her focus to my cock and took it in her mouth.

I moaned loudly as her warm mouth engulfed my cock. Girls my age usually sucked cock awkwardly with no flow. To them it was often no more than a task expected of them. But older women, they knew how to suck, how to worship. They knew how to please a man.

Collette was no different. Even though the position had to be incredibly awkward and uncomfortable for her, she bobbed smoothly, seeming to take more of my cock with each downward bob.

Her mouth was like velvet and I really had to focus on the road, which wasn't easy with such pleasure being given.

I knew I wouldn't last long, Collette knew how to suck a dick. I had learned early on to always warn a woman when I was close to coming, most older women kept bobbing or asked where I wanted to shoot my load, while most girls my age would stop sucking and jerk me off or worse yet have me finish myself off. So I warned, even though I was confident Collette was a woman who swallowed, after only two or three minutes of exquisite pleasure, "I'm going to come soon."

As anticipated, she kept sucking, bobbing faster, and in seconds I deposited a load in the mouth of my former English teacher, my current colleague, my married colleague. She easily swallowed my big load and kept sucking for a good minute after my load was in her belly. The best cock suckers were women who worshipped a cock, swallowed the load and then nursed the cock to its complete conclusion. 

Hearing her sound so nasty, her English accent really enhancing the dirtiness of the words arse, fucking and even wanker, really had my dick raging. Yet, I resisted positioning myself to fuck her, and instead awkwardly moved down to the floor between her legs. I stopped the car on the side and spoke.

"Let's taste you first," I said, as I buried my face in her excessive wetness.

"Oooooh, I love a man who gives too," she moaned, as my tongue made contact.

"You taste amazing," I replied, knowing many women were insecure about their own taste and smell. Although I wasn't lying to make her feel good, she tasted incredibly sweet... one of the best cunts I had ever tasted, especially because she was already excessively wet.

"I eat a lot of fruit," she explained, "especially pineapple."

I had no idea if fruit impacted the taste of a cunt in a positive way, but if that was why her taste was so appetising then I would be suggesting it to others. Usually I took my time and explored a cunt thoroughly, but being on the side of the road I went with a more aggressive strategy. I licked up and down quickly, mixing it with quick tongue spanks on her clit, which really made her body twitch and moan.

"Oh fuck, I knew you'd have a wicked tongue," she moaned, as her hands went through my hair and gently pulled me a bit deeper into her wetness.

I was good at reading a woman's body: her wetness, her legs twitching or tightening, and her moans. I could tell when an orgasm was inevitable and when to go for the orgasmic kill so to speak. Which was now. I moved to her clit, tugged it between my lips and shook my head like a terrier.

"Mother fucker," she screamed, which was so hot to hear coming out of her mouth, especially because I was a mother fucker. Not my own, (although I'd be lying if I pretended that fantasy didn't often linger in the back of my mind), but many other people's mothers and very soon this one.

As her cum leaked out of her cunt, oozed was a more accurate descriptor. I lapped it up eagerly, but only for a few seconds before she demanded, "Shove that big prick in me, Matt."

"Ohhhhhh," I groaned, as I slid inside her.

"Fuck!" she moaned, as my cock filled her. "You're so much bigger than my husband."

There it was, something I heard often when I fucked a married woman... a comparison to their husband. It was usually my size, but sometimes it was my oral eagerness or my stamina, but almost without fail the married woman wanted to defend her unfaithfulness with mental confirmation of her man's inadequacies. I would feel bad, but if a man couldn't keep his woman satisfied, that was his problem.

So I didn't say anything, but began pumping my cock in and out of her.

For a couple of minutes, she bounced back on my cock, taking every inch up her ass.

I had never seen a woman spin around so quickly. She surprised me as she took my cock in her mouth and bobbed. Only one other woman had ever done ass to mouth for me, it wasn't something that turned me on. But she was obviously completely clean back there and thus her foresight enhanced the pleasure about to erupt through me.

She sucked me for thirty seconds, before I pulled out and seconds later coated her face with cum.

Four ropes splattered her face and as soon as I was done, she opened her mouth and took my cock back in, extracting any cum still lingering inside me.

God, she looked so hot with cum all over her face.

When she finally stopped, she sat back in a travelling posture and said, "Now let's get to the hotel, I still have two holes without any cum in them."

"Don't forget the load I'm reserving for your tits," I added.

"And how about one all over my nylon toes?" she suggested, as she moved her feet back to the dashboard.

"So four more loads," I said, as I got ready to drive again.

"At least," she agreed.

"The cum stays on your face," I ordered.

"Even when we stop for me to go pee in the next town?" she asked, even though the question was rhetorical.

"Definitely," I nodded, wondering if this could be more than just sex. Wondering if a Christmas miracle was in the works.

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