This story could have gone in a variety of other categories, as it involves domination and submission, and aspects of heterosexual and lesbian sex between participants of different ages. If that offends you, then I suggest you don't read it. If it works for you, check out my other stories (and favorite authors)!
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It was early next week when I was told to start late for Art tuition again. I had been eager for this for several days; and the evening before, had noticed Mrs Wood closing the art-room door behind a slim body with a waterfall of golden hair. I wasn't sure who; as there was no shortage of blondes in the school. The door didn't open again for the 20 minutes I risked hanging around; and I disappeared so as not to get caught.
A girl! What must Mrs Wood be doing with her? My mind was racing that night, I can tell you. Mrs Wood was an interesting character; and clearly had her own agenda; though she seemed happy enough if I enjoyed myself too. She liked to watch; to be the one in control, that was clear. And I got the impression she was more into watching girls than boys, on the whole. What did she make Miss Carter or the blonde do when I wasn't there? Were there just two of them in that art-room right now, or three?
So I was kind of hoping for something new that Wednesday evening when I returned to see Mrs Wood and Miss Carter once again. I didn't, as it happened; but only a fool would complain about that, after the two hours I spent there that night; fully half of them between Miss Carter's taut thighs, licking golden nectar from her pussy-lips.
I practiced my sketching as usual to begin with; and Mrs Wood began to guide me once more. We had begun to work on preparatory sketches for oil paintings in class; and for a while at least, she genuinely gave me what might be considered tuition. If it were normal to paint your English literature teacher completely naked, that is.
If you haven't read my diaries before, I recommend you do. I've described my teacher, Fernanda Carter there; as well as how this situation all came about. Miss Carter is Spanish (her grandad was actually English, as I found out later- hence the name), but teaches English Literature. She is about five ten, and 105lbs of long legs, tight ass, and large firm breasts packed in smooth skin the colour of caramel. With her husky Spanish voice added to her smoking hot body, if she were a cartoon character, Fernanda would have been thrown out of the Jessica Rabbit casting for being too sexy.
My Art teacher Mrs Wood had decided, for reasons of her own, to develop my artistic talents by involving me in regular after-school nude sketching sessions. So far, these had always ended with amazing sex between Miss Carter and myself. How and why Miss Carter was involved in this, I didn't know. Was she Mrs Woods' submissive lover? Did Mrs Wood have sort of hold over her?
For now, perhaps selfishly, I wasn't thinking about that too much. Regular hot sex with a beautiful naked Spanish woman in her early twenties was not something I was prepared to jeopardise!
So, even if no blonde teenager was forthcoming, I wasn't about to complain about an evening licking out the hottest teacher in college. The two of them seemed inclined to use this opportunity to teach me better technique; which was just fine by me. Hell, that's what most guys want to learn in college!
Surprisingly, given how intimate we had been, when it came time to return the favor, Miss Carter was a bit reluctant.
"Please, Mrs Wood, I do not like to." she said shamefacedly. She was sprawled in front of me, legs wide and pussy lips swollen and soaked with fluid. I say back naked on my haunches, face gleaming with her sticky juices.
"Why ever not, child?" said Mrs Wood huffily.
"I don't like to... it is dirty, where he pees from..." she stumbled.
"And where do you think he has been licking you for the better part of an hour?" demanded the older woman. "Now do as you are told, or I shall be very unhappy with you" she warned severely.
"And you know what will happen then..."
Miss Carter turned to me, her face turn with indecision, lust and worry - or perhaps distaste.
She knelt before me, reaching out for my cock with a dainty hand. I had lost a little hardness because of her clear distaste, and she got closer, het face wrinkled up further. However, as her lips got within inches of my cock, she began to look confused.
Gingerly, she kissed the swollen tip of my shaft. Hesitantly, her lips opened, and she took my glans into her mouth, momentarily sticking on it like a plum.
She looked up at me and smiled happily, before sucking my cock into her mouth again.
Maybe her previous experiences with oral sex had had poor hygiene. Or maybe she had never really done it before. Either way, I was glad I had taken the opportunity to 'freshen up' before coming along; as Miss Carter began to lick and suck my cock with increasing enthusiasm. I realised that this was no substitute for experience though, and began to guide her head with my hands.
After a few minutes of now-enthusiastic oral attention, my cock was at full mast again, and Miss Carter was bobbing up and down on my thick shaft. I took her hand, and brought it up to play with my balls as she sucked away. The other, I wrapped around the base of my thick shaft. She was enjoying this, and I reckoned that trying to get her to deep throat would be pushing it. Still, it wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm begin to rise, and decided that I should probably say something.
"Ahh. Oh, I'm gonna come!" I gasped, looking down at the gorgeous woman fellating me. Miss Carter looked up nervously, my cock still in her mouth. Her big eyes looked at me submissively, and God, it was so sexy!
"Good boy. Now Fernanda, I want you to be ready, as he's going to come in your mouth, and I want you to swallow it all." Mrs Wood warned her.
Inn a few seconds, I did just that, arching my back as my orgasm shot through me, and hot sticky cun erupted into my teacher's waiting mouth. I did my best to watch through half-closed eyes as she swallowed repeatedly to contain the mouthful of wet salty sperm as she had been told.
My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor besides my naked teacher, one arm across her shoulders.
"Thank you," I gasped into her ear. "Thank you so much!"
I kissed her on the cheek, and after a moment's hesitation Fernanda turned to me and her soft lips met mine. We kissed, at first softly and then with increasing passion, our tongues entwining and mingling the tastes of our erotic juices. My hands were in her hair and stroking her breasts as hers pressed against my chest. It was several seconds before we parted, and she turned away with a look of embarrassment.
"That's nice, Tom. I like to see a young lad being grateful when he's given a treat." said Mrs Wood. "Now, I confess that I rather lost track of time, and I have plans for dinner; so you two should get dressed quickly. Chop chop!"
Even after being positioned like an erotic Ken doll and doing her every bidding, my mouth dropped open as Mrs Wood dismissed us like a pair of naughty children. Still, it made me smile all the way home!
As I said, I was wrong when I had expected something 'different' that day; but the big change I was expecting came two days later. On Thursday morning, Miss Carter had quietly signalled for me to hang back at the end of English class. She disappeared into the stationery cupboard as the rest of the class filed out, and reappeared after just a minute with a brown envelope. She handed it to me and dismissed me with a soft smile as the next class began to arrive.
I peeked into the envelope as I moved on to my next class, and quickly diverted into the men's room as I glimpsed the silky material inside. Behind a locked cubicle door, I pulled out a pair of still-warm lacy French panties; made of pink transparent lace. I put them to my nose and inhaled Miss Carter's musky scent deeply. I put the panties in my jacket pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper from the envelope:
Tom,
Fernanda won't be needing these for the rest of the day. Look after them, and wear them tomorrow.
Mrs Wood
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