It was Christmas.
Andy never thought of this kind of Christmas present. He was lying naked on his back, with his English teacher between his legs. Crude sounds of slurping mixed with her occasional moaning made the atmosphere even more charged. His manhood deep into her throat, with gooey saliva trickling all over his balls, sent electric shivers down his bodies. After a few more minutes of such godly experience, Andy came inside her throat fiercely.
A sigh came out of his throat.
He sat up, pulled his English teacher by her hair, and looked into her eyes. Her lips were coated with his white cum, and she her lips were hanging like a hungry animal.
SLAP...
It was loud enough to startle even Andy, and Miss Hobbes fell down on the floor with that sudden smack. There were few drops of Andy's semen on the floor. Miss Hobbes started licking them emphatically.
"Bitch," Andy called her, and suddenly he himself realized how the power dynamics had suddenly changed between them in just a few hours.
And looking at this 40 something woman on all fours licking his cum from the floor gave Andy a renewed hard-on.
That morning Andy as usual was fooling around his house, reading porno mags and looking at scantily dressed women in various positions.
"Andy, why don't you go and give this parcel to Miss Hobbes," his mother called suddenly.
Fuck you, he wanted to say. He ended up saying "Yes Mom."
With a semi hard cock tucked under his boxers he took the parcel and went on.
Miss Hobbes used to teach at the local high school. Andy also took private tuitions with her on his mother's insistence. Not that he did mind that, much.
Miss Hobbes was a woman in her early forties. Her husband stayed somewhere in Germany or Netherlands for business, and came home once or twice a year. Her one daughter was away at college at LA.
She was a little on the chubby side, with 36 C boobs and a round voluptuous ass. When she moved in the classroom those ass cheeks swayed and bubbled, making her male students a bunch of horney savages. Many a times Andy had spent his tuition evenings gazing at her cleavage, or drooling over her behind. Little did he know that that ass would be his to spank and fuck in a few hours time.
Andy ringed the bell to Miss Hobbes' house a couple of times. No one answered even after a couple of attempts. There was an eerie silence all around. He had come to this house many times, and often when the front door was locked, he had made his way through the kitchen door. With his damp boxers, and his cock dying to get out of his pants, he went inside.
The moment he was in, he was aware of a strange sound coming upstairs. It was some sort of music perhaps. The faster I can get this over with, the better, he thought. The impulse to jerk off was ever rising.
Up the stairs he went, and saw that Miss Hobbes' bedroom door was ajar. That sound was coming louder now, and it was strangely familiar. It was as if...
Andy pushed open the door, and it noiselessly gave away to the room inside. And there was a sight that he- a young hot blooded boy of 18- would never forget in his whole life. On the bed, with her back towards the door, was Miss Hobbes, with her legs spread wide, while she was dressed only in a loose top. Beside the bed on the floor, was lying curled up panties, as if discarded without thought.
Andy's cock was rock hard even without him not touching it. He could see in front of him a voluptus beauty half naked, shivering and softly howling in intense pleasure. He slowly placed the parcel on the edge of the bed, and tiptoed toward his English teacher. It was like she was in a trance, not noticing the young boy standing behind her.
Unable to keep it in any longer, Andy pulled out his big hard dick from his boxers, and to his own astonishment saw that it was already leaking precum. At that moment he was not in full possession of his body, and somewhat subconsciously- and without thinking about the consequences- he lifted her loose top from behind, and scratched her back.
Miss Hobbes turned immediately, and it was then that Andy saw the black dildo inside her pussy lips. His mind was going on overdrive. His usually modest English teacher- was she some kind of slut, some nymphomaniac.
But Miss Hobbes was too helpless at that time. Her body was trembling with minor spasms of pleasure, and the sight of this young man with his boxers pulled down and a huge cock hanging, did not help her think clearly. Without even bothering to explain herself in this situation, she grabbed her former student's cock in her hand.
Damn it felt good. To hold a real cock after so long. Her hubby's tiny dickey simply did not satisfy her inner slut.
