I had first met Carol seven years before, whilst teaching her daughter, Samantha, who was then eleven. The first time I saw her at a parents evening, I was attracted by her extremely slim figure and her exceptional ass. She was, at the time, happily married and, being ten years older than me, I assumed that she would always remain just an object of my fantasy.
Seven years later, however, both of us having moved on, we met by chance and she told me that she had split with her husband and now lived alone with Samantha, who had just left school at eighteen. I immediately thought what a dickhead her ex-husband must be, to leave someone as gorgeous as Carol. She may have been nearly forty, but she had kept her beautifully lithe body.
I didn't hesitate to invite her out for dinner, an invitation that she accepted. We had two splendid nights out and then, on the third, she invited me back to her place. She had already told Samantha about her 'new man' and, apparently, she wasn't very happy about it. Carol had told me not to worry, as it wasn't anything personal, she just missed her dad terribly.
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Carol and I sat curled up together on the sofa, she was wearing a tight multi-coloured top, which clung to her small tits and a pair of faded jeans. My hands were spending most of the time running through her soft, blond curls or caressing her thighs.
Samantha sat on the chair opposite. When I had seen her, I was amazed how much she had grown up – but then I suppose they do between the ages of eleven of eighteen. She was wearing a loose-fitting beige skirt and a blue top which, whilst not tight, showed that she had grown a magnificent pair of breasts. She had been an early developer; it always used to make me smile to think that she had bigger tits than her mum by the age of eleven.
Since I had arrived, she had hardly said a word and spent most of the time scowling at me. I sat and thought about the sweet girl that I had known seven years ago, with the cheeky smile and the infectious laugh. I remembered the way that she would always sit adjusting the ribbon in her hair and often, unwittingly flashing the white cotton of her panties. There was none of that now as she sat and stared, her eyes boring into me.
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Samantha went to bed just before midnight, and it wasn't long before Carol and I followed her up the stairs. Once in the bedroom, she wasted no time in removing her top, revealing her beautiful tiny breasts. I couldn't believe that a seven-year fantasy was about to come true, Carol was removing her jeans and, as I watched, I knew that I was going to fuck her!
I'm normally one to take things slowly, but couldn't help myself this night. I ripped off all my clothes in a matter of seconds and stood there, my nine inches sticking out in front of me like a policeman's truncheon. Carol was down to her white, lacy panties by now, and as I approached her for a kiss, she reached out and curled her fingers around my shaft. I was in heaven. Her fingers began to slowly slide up and down my dick as we kissed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.
My hands reached for her breasts and I tweaked her nipples, causing her to break the kiss and give a gasp. Her hand moved away from my throbbing member as I moved behind her, cupping each tiny tittie in my hands, rubbing my palms in small circles over her ever-hardening nipples. I began to run my dick up and down the lower part of Carol's spine, which really seemed to have the desired effect as she started moaning loudly and threw her head back against my chest.
I kissed her shoulders lightly, before running my tongue lower and lower down her back, my hot rod now brushing her lower thighs. Her panties were, by now, sopping wet with her juices and I slid them down her legs, revealing her beautiful ass. She turned around, her fanny level with my face. I was surprised that Carol wasn't a natural blond, her dark pubes were neatly trimmed, but all I could look at were her glistening, slightly puffy fanny lips.
Instinctively, my hand came up and began to stroke her gash. I inserted one finger slightly inside her fanny and it didn't take me long to locate her clit, which seemed to be searching for my finger. I wasn't content with this, though; I needed to taste her sweet juices. So, leaning forward, I ran my finger up and down her fanny, flicking it over her clit each time.
Carol's moans were getting louder and louder as she pushed her increasingly wet fanny into my face. My tongue was working furiously by now, my hands tightly gripping her glorious buttocks. Gradually, her moans turned to screams and her legs began to tremble as she shot an unbelievably wet orgasm over my face. She collapsed onto the bed, I lay on top of her, kissing her deeply, ensuring that she knew just how good she tasted.
There was one thing I needed now more than anything, I needed to get my cock into her hot pussy. She seemed to be able to read my mind, as her knees bent upwards and her legs parted. She looked so small and fragile lying there on the bed, her face flushed and her eyes glazed. I couldn't resist it! I carefully positioned the head of my raging dick at the entrance to her fanny, and, in one vicious thrust, shoved all nine inches deep inside her.
I couldn't believe the response, just that was enough to bring her to climax again. Her gasps must have been heard streets away, let alone by her daughter in the next room. Slowly, I began to slide in and out of her beautifully tight hole, my tongue again paying close attention to Carol's bright red nipples. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar tingling in my balls and, as I felt the walls of her vagina tighten as she was rocked by a third stomach churning orgasm, I unloaded into her.
I pulled out as I felt my dick begin to soften, and we kissed again. Soon, my rod was awake again and ready for more action. Carol was, however, completely spent. As we lay together, she soon fell asleep, exhausted, but blissfully happy.
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I got up to go to the toilet; Carol was still sleeping soundly beside me. As I passed Samantha's bedroom door, I noticed that it was slightly ajar. Hearing the deep, regular breathing that obviously suggested she was asleep, I couldn't resist a peek. Pushing her door open a little wider, I peered in. It was a warm night, and Samantha was sleeping without any covers; she was lying on her stomach and I was delighted to see that her long T-shirt that she wore to bed had ridden up over her beautiful young ass. From the hallway light, I could just about make out a shadow of dark hair between her legs.
I wasn't surprised to find that my dick was becoming hard again, I just couldn't get the vision of the sweet, innocent schoolgirl out of my mind. As I watched her sleeping, my hand automatically moved to start stroking my dick, soon bringing it to its full nine inches. Suddenly, she moved, I panicked, thinking that she was waking up and I started for the door. It was clear though that she was just moving in her sleep. I was delighted to find that she had rolled onto her back, her legs spread-eagled.
My eyes immediately moved to the glorious eighteen-year-old cunt looking up at me. Two beautiful lips, slightly open, covered by a mass of dark brown hair. Samantha was still asleep, gloriously unaware that her one-time teacher was standing there staring at her pussy. I began to stroke my shaft furiously, imagining what it would be like to thrust it into that wonderful hole. The fantastic thought of taking the mother and daughter within the space of an hour was bringing me to new heights. But, of course, I knew it couldn't happen.
