A ride with the teacher pt 1

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It all happened during my last year of high school. My parents had recently had a disagreement, so I was sent to live with my dad. This created issues with schooling, as my usual school was now over 25 miles away. I really wanted to continue my final term at that school, as I had gotten used to my teachers and fellow classmates and got along well with them. I have no problem making new friends, with a calm yet serious attitude that seems to work well with most people.
Luckily, I was able to sort out a lift with one of the science teachers who lived just down the street. So Monday morning came, and Mrs Garland came to pick me up and we drove to school. The conversation on the way was fluent and interesting, for although I had been in the school for five years I had never actually spoke to her. She told me all about how she had a husband and a son who was twenty two. I tried to second guess her age, I gathered mid to late forties from her looks and what she had told me. She had deep auburn hair, that reached down her back and curled towards the ends. A slim figure with well toned legs in tights and large breasts that were exaggerated by her close fitting jumper, all topped off by a dark red pencil skirt. Throughout the journey I kept trying to sneak a peak, without looking bahis firmaları too obvious. I didnt think she noticed…
A couple of weeks passed and I noticed her manner change. She became more pent up almost to the point of being jittery, so I asked her what the problem was. Her reply shocked me…
“I’ve not… erm” she paused “I’m not sure I should tell you this”. ” go on” I replied, “well err… John (her husband) has been neglecting some of my erm… Needs”. ” like what” I asked, seeking confirmation of a conclusion I had already reached in my head. “Sex, Ryan” she replied bluntly, with an assured firmness in her voice. This was also the conclusion I came to.
Wanting to tiptoe around the issue I said “there’s probably a reason, maybe stress from work”. She retorted “would you let work stop you from fucking me? feel free to answer honestly.”. I blushed as her question caught me off guard. ” Honestly, no Mrs Garland ” I replied. “Would you like to fuck me?” She enquired “… Don’t pretend like you haven’t been staring at my tits and wondering what they would feel like with your face pressed in between them as I ride you”. The thought of it made my cock grow in my pants, I didn’t really want to resist as I had met her husband and he was an arsehole. My reply was a simple word kaçak iddaa ” yes” as lust overcame me. We pulled into a layby at the side if the road, noting that it was half 8 in the morning, one of the busiest times of the day. She spoke in commands ” take your pants down” I obeyed immediately. She undid her seatbelt and reached across, putting her left hand on my already semi hard cock. “I can’t wait!” She said excitedly, ” its been so long, and you, Ryan, your going to be my secret little science project.”. She moved her hand up and down my shaft as it elongated further. Then she put her mouth around the head of my. Cock, It took every ounce of willpower in me to stop myself from cumming right there and then. “You like this?” She asked “ungh” was the only reply I could manage. She stopped and told me to get in the back, I did.
She joined me, hitched up her skirt and straddled me, so my face was nestled in her tits. She pullde her knickers to the side and pressed her wet pussy against the tip of my cock. Slowly she went further and further letting you a slight whispered “aaah” sound out as she went. She got faster and faster, her tits jiggled in my face as she began to moan more and more. Suddenly she lifted up off my cock, rubbed her pussy and squirted all over my jeans and T-shirt. “Oh kaçak bahis My Gosh, I am so sorry I don’t know what came over me”, ” actually, you just came all over me.” I joked. “Haha, Wow only my rabbit can make me squirt like that. Let me make it up to you.” “How?”, her answer was simple but brilliant “you can put it in my arse” “really?” “Yes, just go for it” she ordered. So I positioned my cock at the entrance to he arse and proceeded to force my way inside after a minute I removed myself from her arse as it was too tight without lube. I placed myself back inside her pussy, she began to furiously ride my cock again, as she leant back on the front seats. I couldn’t hold it any longer “I’m going to cum” I said. “Do it inside me, its fine”, with that I unleashed myself, filling her soaking cunt with white passion. We got dressed quickly and completed the journey. We arrived late at half 9, both still stinking of sex. Before we left the car, she handed me her knickers and said ” they’re yours to remember this day by. We left the car and I followed her down the hall, as she walked to collect the register, cum dripped out of her onto the office floor, only to be noticed by the whole of the office staff, who gave her a slightly crooked look, to which she just smiled awkwardly. She readjusted her skirt slightly as she continued to walk down the hall, I turned up the stairs, she looked back and we parted with a knowing yet secretive smile

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