There was something about his teacher that Carl found irresistible. He had a thing for older women, particularly ones who were lonely and sexually frustrated. Carl could always tell the ones that weren't getting enough cock. Mrs. O'Keefe definitely had that look in her eyes.
Mrs. O'Keefe had to be in her forties because her eighteen-year-old daughter, Katie, was in his class. However, she kept herself in excellent shape and could easily have passed for someone in their mid-thirties. Outwardly she tried to maintain a reserved and proper appearance, but there was a subtle hint of passion below the surface.
Karen O'Keefe found Carl an attractive student in the way teachers sometimes do. And why not? After all, she was allowed her fantasies. Carl was quite handsome and had a well-conditioned body he liked to display under his tight t-shirts and jeans.
Karen often masturbated while thinking about the things she would like Carl to do to her. It was about the only sexual outlet she had anymore. Her husband hardly ever touched her. Of course she would never allow Carl close enough to go through with any of her fantasies. She had a daughter and a husband. She was a respected member of the community. She felt guilty enough masturbating as often as she did.
Mr. O'Keefe was at least twenty years older than his wife. He was a Professor of Physics at the local college. Carl was sure that Mrs. O'Keefe hadn't been fucked in a long time, and probably had never been properly fucked. Carl figured that it was his duty to change all that. He just needed to get her alone.
One afternoon Carl waited until Mrs. O'Keefe headed out to her car after school. She was putting papers in the back seat. If he played his cards right he could hitch a ride and get her alone. After that he would have to play it by ear.
"Hello Mrs O. I got abandoned and don't have a way to get home. It's not much out of your way. Would you mind giving me a lift?"
She smiled at him and agreed without hesitation. After a few pleasantries, Carl steered the conversation to a more intimate subject.
"Mrs. O'Keefe, I need to talk to you about something personal. I can't talk to my parents but I need a grown up's advice. It's... well, Mrs. O'Keefe, I'm a little embarrassed but... it's about a woman."
"No need to be embarrassed Carl. What can I help you with?"
Karen smiled and was secretly pleased that he wanted to talk to her about girl problems. In fact, she was even a little excited that the conversation had moved in this direction and could feel her nipples swell.
"Well, you see, Mrs. O'Keefe, I... shoot I don't know how to say this... but there is this married woman living next door and... well, I think she likes me."
"Well that's nothing to be worried about, Carl. I mean you are a handsome young man. I'm sure she's just being friendly and doesn't mean anything. Is there something she does that makes you uncomfortable?"
Karen was becoming more excited as the conversation progressed. Apparently she wasn't the only one who masturbated over Carl.
"Well, not really uncomfortable, Mrs. O'Keefe. She asks me over to clean her pool when her husband is not home and wears the tiniest bikini I've ever seen. I mean, it's hard not to look and she does have a terrific body."
"Well there is nothing wrong with looking, Carl. I'm sure she appreciates it."
"Yeah, but sometimes she asks me to put suntan lotion on her back. She unfastens her top and purrs when my hands dig into her flesh. Well, Mrs. O'Keefe, I am a guy and you can imagine the effect this all has on me."
Karen's pussy was leaking as she imagined his cock getting hard. The conversation was getting a little uncomfortable.
"Perhaps you should talk to her about it and tell her it makes you uncomfortable."
"Oh, I didn't say it made me uncomfortable, Mrs. O'Keefe. I always look forward to cleaning her pool. I'm just not sure what I'm doing is right... you know, she being married and all."
"You haven't really done anything wrong, Carl. Don't worry about it."
"Well maybe not, but what about when she turns over on her back while I'm rubbing lotion onto her, and she doesn't have her top on and she puts my hands on her breasts. Is that wrong Mrs. O'Keefe?"
Karen was momentarily speechless and looking for a reply. Carl continued.
"Or what about when she puts her hand in my swim suit, or when she pulls down my trunks and puts me in her mouth, or when she pulls me on top of her and wraps her legs around me and we fuck. Is that wrong, Mrs. O'Keefe?"
Karen was confused and tried to control her breathing. Her pussy was dripping like crazy. Her lips trembled and her legs were shaking. She was searching for words but they just wouldn't come.
"Take the next left and follow it to the end."
Carl pointed to a road that he knew would eventually dead end in an empty field. Mrs. O'Keefe turned but her mind was still mush as erotic images of Carl fucking his neighbor swirled through her head. She needed to regain control but it was hopeless.
"Carl, I... um... it's not your fault, but..."
"The thing is, Mrs. O'Keefe, it's the best sex I've ever had. Nothing like the girls in high school. She goes so crazy and just can't get enough. I don't think her husband keeps her satisfied. It seems to me that she deserves what I give her. I mean just because she's married doesn't mean she has to stop enjoying life, does it? Do you think it's wrong, Mrs. O'Keefe?"
They reached the dead end. Karen stopped the car confused about what to do or say next. Carl reached over, turned off the motor and dropped his hand to her thigh.
"Does your husband keep you satisfied, Mrs. O'Keefe? Is there something you need from me?"
Carl's hand slid up her leg and under her skirt. Karen knew this was all wrong. She knew she had to stop this from getting out of control. That's what her head kept telling her, but her body was frozen. Carl's fingers pressed into the crotch of her damp panties. His fingertips rubbed along her slit and pressed against her clit. Karen could feel jolts of pleasure surge through her body. Karen kept telling herself that this was all wrong, but she felt her legs move apart almost as if they had a will of their own.
Carl's fingers moved under the damp crotch and into the folds of her tingling pussy. She gasped as two fingers pushed into her body. His thumb rubbed her clit while he finger fucked her cunt. Karen's breathing became unsteady. It was going to happen. She was going to have an orgasm.
Before she could cum, Carl pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Karen's head was spinning. She couldn't figure out what was happening. She needed to finish. Why did he stop? She was so close.
Suddenly a hand was under her blouse playing with her tits. At the same time he guided her hand over to his lap. She felt the naked flesh of his hard cock. She was more confused than ever. Her fingers wrapped around the swollen shaft. Karen stroked it slowly. A trickle of sticky fluid dripped onto her hand.
Carl was sure that the rest would be easy. Mrs. O'Keefe had done nothing to stop him. In fact she had cooperated every step of the way. He pushed her bra up over her tits and tweaked her hard nipples. He leaned over and put his lips on her neck, lightly biting and licking the sensitive skin. A gasp escaped her lips.
Carl sat up and moved his hand to the back of Mrs. O'Keefe's neck. He pulled her head down towards his cock. For the first time she showed some resistance. Carl applied more pressure until her head began to move. Karen realized that she had let things go too far. It had to stop. She tried to resist the pressure of his hand, but Carl was too strong.
"No... no... please... let me go..."
Then her eyes saw the magnificent cock her hand had been stroking. How many times had she masturbated while sucking her fingers and pretending it was Carl's cock? Here it was in front of her face, even more magnificent than she had imagined.
Karen struggled to pull away but Carl was much too strong. She stared at the smooth skin of the mushroom shaped tip as it came closer and closer. The temptation was too great and the tingling in her loins too powerful.
Karen opened her lips and let it slide into her mouth. The feel of his hard meat against her tongue was everything she had imagined. She swirled her tongue over the swollen tip. She explored the ridges and veins bulging from his hard flesh. When she felt him push against the back of her mouth, Karen used the skills she had learned in college and let his cock slide down her throat.
Carl let up on the pressure he had been applying to the back of Mrs. O'Keefe's head. She continued to aggressively lick and suck his cock. It was clear that she loved what she was doing and was good at it. He sat back and let it happen.
