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It was during my first summer holiday since I'd gone
to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday
afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me
my French teacher from school. Generally I didn't really like meeting my
old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who
had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs.
Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more
attractive than the others with her long blonde hair, large breasts,
sparkling eyes behind her black rimmed glasses, and most of all her sexy
French accent, I was still not too keen to meet her. But it was too late,
she had spotted me, and it would be rude to try and escape.
"Hi Jack," she said, her soft continental purr already sending shivers
down my spine, "How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks Mrs. Woodcock," I replied, trying to think of a way to
get away as fast as possible without being impolite.
"You can call me Chantelle now, Jack," she smiled. She began asking me how
uni was, and I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, until we must have
been chatting for about ten minutes. "Oh merde! Sorry, I just remembered
my parking ticket's going to run out in five minutes... Hey, would you
like to come over for some drinks? I'd love to hear more about what you've
been up to at university."
"Well, I don't know..."
"Oh, if you've got other things to do, I don't mind, it's just that I like
to hear from my ex-pupils. And John, you know, my husband, is away for two
weeks, so I would like the company, just for an hour or so, and I can drop
you home later."
"Yeah, OK," I said, realising I had nothing better to do, and that I
actually quite enjoyed her company. So together we ran to the car park,
and once in the car continued our conversation from before, it was almost
like talking to one of my friends. The drive didn't seem to take very
long, as she pulled up in front of a fairly small modern house, announcing
that we'd arrived. I followed her inside, noticing how clean and tidy and
uncluttered it was compared to our house, just a few pictures and photos
on the walls with one or two ornaments, as she led me into the living room
and invited me to sit down on the pale beige sofa.
"What would you like to drink?" she said. "I'm not your teacher anymore,
so I can offer you alcohol. How about a beer?"
"A beer would be fine thanks," I replied, and couldn't help staring at her
behind as she walked away into the kitchen, the thin material of her skirt
not doing much to conceal its shape. Taking advantage of her being out of
the room, I rearranged myself so that if I did get an erection it would be
easier to hide, as that was the last thing I wanted to happen, and tried
to force myself to stop thinking that way to avoid embarrassment, although
that was proving more or less impossible. Only seconds after I'd
rearranged myself, Chantelle returned with two glasses of beer, handing
one to me, and then sitting down only an inch or so from me with hers, and
once again we resumed talking.
This time though, I soon found it a bit harder to feel quite so at ease,
as she twisted around to face me, one knee bent up on the sofa and
brushing against my thigh slightly, while she supported her head on her
elbow resting on the back, and her breasts thrust seductively towards me.
I concentrated on my beer, getting more and more nervous, and so drinking
much quicker than normal, making the small amount of alcohol go to my head
far more than it would normally, doing my best to hide the hard-on that
was growing in my trousers. When I'd finished my glass and was beginning
to wonder how I could politely ask to go home, I felt the back of her hand
on my cheek, gently turning me to face her.
"Jack," she said, her voice a little more husky than usual, and her accent
a little stronger, and her pretty grey-blue eyes fixed on mine through her
specs, "I'm not your teacher anymore, so I hope you don't mind me saying
this: ever since you first walked into my classroom three years ago,
you... you made my feel, well, horny!" My mouth dropped open a little,
gawping like an idiot. "It was silly I know, you were my pupil, so I had
to ignore, to suppress it. But now..." She leaned further forward, her
nose almost touching mine, and whispered: "Now I can have you."
Her lips pushed against mine, and to my astonishment I felt myself kissing
back. She took my glass from my unresisting hands, and as her tongue
pushed its way into my mouth, she brought my right hand up and placed it
on one of her large, firm breasts, squeezing it tight over it, then
leaning closer, still kissing me, putting one arm around my waist while
her other hand stroked the back of my head. This was all such a surprise,
a completely unreal and dreamlike situation, that I just let myself go,
kissing back and feeling her tits, giving control over to her and my
instincts, so much that when she sat back and pulled my head into her
cleavage, instructing me to suck her nipples, I didn't hesitate, and set
about unbuttoning her blouse. There was a slight delay as I fumbled around
the back of her bra, but I soon discovered that the clasp was at the
front, and released her beautiful shapely D cups, and started gently
licking and kissing the surface, intending to work up to the nipples.
"Oh, no Jack, not like that," Chantelle told me. "I want you to suck them
hard! Be rough with me, my husband is the one who does the tender loving."
Getting more turned on by the minute, I obeyed, and sucked as hard as I
could, feeling them become firmer and more erect in my mouth, all the time
squeezing whichever one my mouth was not attending to with my spare hand,
getting rougher as she instructed, and my own erection getting harder each
time she gasped exclamations in French between orders. After a few
minutes, she pushed me back against the sofa and straddled my lap, tugging
at my top and telling me to lift my arms up, which I did a little
reluctantly, as I was a bit insecure about my skinny chest, but once it
was bare she made no comment, but just kissed her way down it, sliding
smoothly back off my lap to between my legs and began unzipping my flies.
"Mmm, Jack," she said, lifting her head up to look at me through her
glasses once she had my erect dick in her hand. "It's as good as I
imagined! I've been waiting for this moment since I first saw you get a
stiffy in class."
With that she licked her long red tongue up the shaft, and I had to look
away to stop it all ending there and then, feeling her circle the ridge
slowly and then the damp heat of her mouth as she took me inside. Not
bothering with much sensuousness, Mrs. Woodcock bobbed up and down sucking
until I was as hard as I could possibly be. She pulled back and stood up,
taking off her skirt and slipping out of her panties, throwing them aside
to reveal her pussy shaved completely bald then, still in her black heeled
shoes and open blouse, she straddled my lap once again. I put my hands on
her waist, and she pushed them down to her butt, then with one hand on my
shoulder to steady herself she used the other to hold my erect cock in
position as she slid slowly down on it.
Chantelle must have been thirty-five or thirty-six years old when this
happened, so you can imagine she was not tight like a virgin or anything
like that. She was also really very wet, which was a blessing as she began
fucking me really very hard, telling me to thrust up harder and harder,
her large breasts shaking and bouncing off each other right in front of my
face. After a few minutes she shifted sideways, pulling me with her, so
that I was on top, thrusting in and out of her as fast as I could whilst
doing my best to stop an orgasm building too soon. So I could thrust
deeper, she pulled her legs up so her shoes were above her head, and began
fingering her clit, her moaning rendering her instructions to be fucked
harder more and more incoherent.
"I'm gonna cum soon, Mrs. Woodcock, I mean Chantelle," I gasped when I
sensed things getting close to out of my control.
"Not yet Jack," she replied immediately, and pushed me away. "Use your
mouth and fingers, I've got more for you to do yet."
Obediently I got down on my knees and began lapping at her slick wet slit,
following her instructions and moving up it to lick her clit, which was
swollen and easy to find. Making small, fast circles with my tongue, I
pushed my right middle and forefinger inside her cunt, thrusting them in
and out as I had been with my dick. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and
maneuvered it around, positioning my finger inside her until I could feel
a kind of small mound of flesh with my fingertips.
"Yeah, there, toy boy, just keep stroking that," she told me, and then
grabbed my hair with both hands to hold me in place so I had no choice but
to keep licking and sucking her clit.
Pushed even further into her pussy by her legs which had wrapped around my
back, pressing my cheeks into her soft, slightly thick thighs, my soaked
hand was pressed against the bottom of my chin and neck. Without warning,
Chantelle thrust her hips forwards and let out a low moan, rising in
volume into a yell, and then just as it changed into a series of strange
sharp high-pitched yaps followed by more straining moans, hot liquid burst
out from her, gushing over my fingers and streaming down my arm and over
my chest.
Her arms were shaking but still pushing me into her crotch as she
climaxed, so that my mouth slipped from her clitoris to her opening and I
got a mouthful of what I soon realised were her juices (and not what I had
at first feared), as I witnessed my first female ejaculation. It seemed to
go on for well over a minute, maybe even more, the hot liquid gushing down
my throat, but her grip gradually relaxed and I was able to breathe. I was
about to pull back completely, but she kept hold of my hair and shook her
head.
"Uh-uh," she said, still panting, "You keep eating me, mon chère, you keep
eating your bitch of a French teacher until I say stop, you won't regret."
So continue to eat her out I did, being pushed down off her still
hyper-sensitive clit to lap up the juices from her lips. Her hands moved
to the top of my head and pushed me further and further down, until before
I knew it my mouth was level with her tight puckered ass hole, and I tried
to push myself away again.
"Non, non, non, non, non," she said, re-tightening her grip. "I want you
to get my ass hole nice and wet so you can get inside."
Somewhat revolted, but incredibly turned on, I decided not to pass up a
chance like that, and tentatively stuck out my tongue once again.
Thankfully, she was very clean, so I gave in to my desires yet again and
began circling her tight entrance, which was in actual fact already pretty
wet from all the vaginal cum that had poured down over it. Chantelle began
to get excited again, pushing my face into her so my nose was pressed in
her moist vagina and my tongue slipped right inside her arse.
"Now listen Jack," she said after I'd been licking her anus for a good few
minutes. "I'm going to let you fuck my arse now, but I want you to fuck me
hard. I want to be slapped around and treated like a dirty whore, so don't
hold back with your language or anything. Je veux sentir comme une pute,
like a whore, OK?" I nodded, and she sat up and got off the sofa, removing
her blouse so she was completely naked but for her shoes, getting down on
her hands and knees. "Oh, one more thing Jack. I don't want you cumming
inside me, I want you to do it in my mouth, that OK?"
"Yes, Chantelle," I replied, and then began testing her hole with my
finger to see how tight she was.
She still hadn't loosened up too much, so I wet two of my fingers and
pushed them inside, sliding them in and out of her hot arse, then
squeezing another in and then another, keeping my dick hard with my other
hand. Once her sphincter seemed sufficiently relaxed, I decided I'd better
get down to business, so I spat a mouthful of saliva on to her rear
entrance and spread it around, then did the same on my cock. I knelt up
behind her slightly large, more mature, though certainly not flabby
behind, and positioned myself. Pushing my hips forward whilst pressing
down on my cock with my hand, I forced my way inside her, her sphincter
tight around me and the saliva not quite enough to make it an easy entry,
the friction making her scream out in a little pain, but she insisted I
continue.
At first my strokes were slow and difficult, but it eventually became
easier, and she yelled at me to go faster, so I sped up, and started to
slap her arse cheeks, a little hesitantly to begin with, but as she moaned
in pleasure I gained in confidence, spanking her harder and harder. Soon
the air was thick with her cries and the loud smack of my hand on her now
rosy buttocks, and I got more into my role, calling her a dirty whore as I
slammed my dick up her anus.
"You're a filthy slut," I told her, leaning forward and pulling on her
tied back hair, "Nothing but a cum dumpster."
She roared in delight, and reared up so I could squeeze her tits from
behind, clamping one hand really tight on one and pinching the nipple hard
while still slapping her behind, leaving the other breast to swing wildly
from our body movements. I pushed her back down again, my hand on the side
of her face, grinding the other cheek into the carpet as her hands were
too occupied seeing to her clit to hold her up, knocking her glasses off
centre.
There was only so much of this I could take, and I could feel an orgasm
building that I wouldn't be able to contain this time, so I pulled her up
by her hair once again, and withdrew completely. Letting her kneel up and
lean back against the sofa I thrust my cock into her eager mouth, still
holding her hair. The heat of her hot wet mouth with her tongue swirling
over the head was too much for me, and I exploded almost immediately. This
took her a little by surprise and she choked, dribbling semen down her
chin and temporarily letting go of me, so the left lens and black frame of
her glasses was made cloudy by the next squirt as I ejaculated in her
face. She recovered quickly, and continued sucking, making me groan in
ecstasy as she prolonged my orgasm for what seemed like an age, swallowing
nearly everything. As I reached the end, I pulled out of her mouth and
squeezed the last few drops of cum on to her large, beautiful breasts
before she finished licking it clean.
"Thanks Chantelle," I said after I regained myself, not knowing what else
to say.
"It was a pleasure," she replied, a big smile on her dirty, plastered
face. "In fact, now you've proved yourself, I was wondering... Would you
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