Teaching Mrs. ATM - Sex Stories

Teaching Mrs. ATM

... the reptitive thumps getting louder and louder. &#034Ow&#034 , &#034No!&#034, &#034wait and hold on&#034 turned into moans, &#034yes fuck me&#034, &#034faster, harder, deeper&#034. No longer the intelligible school teacher, she was in a stupor, reduced to a dumb whore who knew nothing beyond the sensation of having her asshole reamed. But hardcore anal sex was only half of our relationship. I took this opportunity to give her ass a quick break, pulling my still throbbing cock out of her rectum. We were both heavily panting, but I remained frenetic in my movements, rushing to turn her over until she was laying down on her back in the backseat. I pointed my dirty cock right where it belonged. She knew what to do with it, and it was instantly in her mouth. Mrs. Palomini knew how to suck. It wasn't those reluctant head bobs along my cock that I received from my wife ages ago. She wasn't going through the motions of moving her mouth along the shaft. She sucked. And she sucked hard. Immediately engulfed between her cheeks, I could feel the suction as if she wanted to pull my organ from its base with just her inhale. Her head rotated with each descent and withdrawal, creating circular twists of her lips around my rod. Her tongue flicked wildly underneath. It wasn't like she cared that this cock was just deep in her ass. It was like she loved the flavor. &#034So what does it taste like.... So what does it taste like, you whore?&#034 No response. I never get a response. Just the ...

... same sarcastic gaze back up at me as her mouth swallows as much of my cock as it can. Her blowjob grows increasingly wet, with frothy foam bubbles leaking from the corners of her mouth as my cock stretches it wide. She is a smart gal after all. She's making it extra wet for lubrication, knowing it's about to go right back into her ass. And right back into her ass is where it went. She didn't have much time lounging on her back to suck me off before she was bent over the backseat again, her side cheek face smashed against window, her repetitive exhales making the glass fog in front of her. The spittle glazing along my cock from her blowjob made for a smooth re-entry into her butt. But I wasn't going to make it that easy for her. That just means I had to fuck harder. Once again I yanked her hair back until her toes curled and her fingers gripped deep into the leather. Once again, I was going full throttle on her asshole. She lost her voice, her loud moans replaced with only deep panting of exasperation as her tight hole is stretched even more. I couldn't help but to think of how she could come into work the very next day. How was she to look at all of her 4th grade students, attempting to teach algebra with a gaping asshole leaking sweat, spit and cum? This is your teacher, boys and girls. This is your teacher who has a pair of testicles slapping against her cunt as her ass gets repeatedly punched. That thought of an anal school teacher was more than enough to get me off. But I ...