She was really something, that Angela. I was one of the newest teachers on the faculty, the new soccer coach, and she was one of the school’s more experienced teachers, with over ten years. But she caught my attention at that very first in-service meeting, clowning around and almost flirting as we sat together in the back row, pretty bored with the proceedings.
She was asking me about my background and making a real effort to get acquainted; I was just trying not to stare at everything that I found so gorgeous about her. She was a tall, slim blonde with amazing legs and such a sweet smile and lovely lips – it was hard not to stare.
As the first few months of the school year went by, I grew more and more fascinated with Angela’s personality. I was single and she was married, but that didn’t keep her from flirting and making suggestive comments all the time, just to laugh and smile at my shocked reaction. We’d talk about some big game on TV and she’d make remarks about some player’s incredible rear end in his tight-fitting uniform. And one time she almost tripped over my big feet and made some sly comment about wondering what other parts of me might be oversized.
I began to return the favor and suggested that she’d better be more careful about wearing some of those almost-see-through blouses of hers, or half the boys in the school would be going home to their parents with hard-ons. “Wouldn’t bother me a bit,” she laughed and smiled, and I could tell she meant it.
We walked out to the parking lot together one day after school and got caught in a downpour, and I made a lewd comment about how she shouldn’t go straight home; she should just find some bar holding a wet t-shirt contest. I told her she’d win 1st prize, and she just laughed and said, “I’ve got 5 trophies for that at home already!” I believed it, totally. That lady was sexy as hell!
Then one day, we were complaining together during lunch about the dreaded parent-teacher conference night coming up that evening. Conferences didn’t start until 7:00, and we were stuck there for four hours after school with nothing to do! She hated the idea of staying in her classroom grading papers.
I told her that the coaches’ office was a pretty comfortable place – a big couch & several comfortable chairs, a TV, and nobody around after school. She was welcome to come down there and hang out for a while; that’s what I planned to do. I was very pleasantly surprised when she gave me that dazzling smile of hers and said, “Yes, thank you, I’d like that very much!”
We met at the coaches’ office after school, and I told her I’d been all hot and sweaty since teaching all those afternoon gym classes. She should make herself at home and relax while I took a shower. Then I noticed her eyes were focused on a half-open drawer in the football coach’s desk.
That guy was such a pig! Poking out of his desk drawer were a couple of “men’s magazines,” and Angela had spotted them. I began to apologize, and made sure she knew they didn’t belong to me. But she reached into the desk and pulled out one magazine that was particularly raunchy.
She just smiled and said, “Don’t apologize, this one here is one of my favorites!” She laughed when she saw my shocked reaction and said, “Men look at these things because of all the hot women, but I like this one because they do photo shoots with couples! Let’s see what they’ve come up with this month….” and she began leafing through the pages.
She stopped at an amazing photo of a sexy naked model kneeling over a guy lying on his back, his fully erect cock in her hand, her mouth wide open, and a string of saliva drooling onto the head of his big, fat, mushroom cock head.
“She’s about to have a really good time, don’t you think?” said Angela, and she gave a wicked laugh at my reaction.
I didn’t know what else to say except “I’ll just go take my shower now….”
I headed into the back room and was amazed at the aroused reaction I’d had to her totally uninhibited behavior. I’d known a few nympho types in my college years, but I’d never imagined that any school teacher would have such a personality! I started the water and was about to start undressing when I heard a strange sound coming from out in the office.
It sounded like someone, possibly hurt and groaning in pain...had she tripped and hurt herself? I peeked out of the shower room door and was about to ask if she was OK, then stopped dead in my tracks. There was Angela, lying back on the sofa with her eyes closed. She was letting out soft, deep moans, her lips parted, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing became deeper and faster.
I could see that her panties had been pulled down hastily and were hanging around one ankle. Her skirt was hiked up, those beautiful, long legs of hers spread wide in an incredibly lustful-looking pose, her high heels still on. And she had two fingers urgently probing her sopping wet pussy, finger fucking herself faster and harder as I watched. That raunchy magazine was on the floor next to where she was lying. Apparently, she had continued looking at it as I headed to the shower and had gotten carried away.
Not wanting to overstep any boundaries with a married woman, I turned away (reluctantly) and continued to get things ready for my shower. I had taken my shirt off when suddenly I sensed something behind me – I turned quickly and there she was! She looked out of breath and her hair was a bit messed up, like she had just fallen out of bed. I looked down and saw that her panties were still trailing along behind her, from that one ankle. I just stared and wondered what to do next.
Angela stared too – at the growing bulge in the front of my sweatpants. She told me to turn off the shower; I wouldn’t be needing it just yet. I asked her what she meant, and she walked right up to me and ran her sexy, long fingers through the hair on my chest.
“Well,” she whispered in that low, sexy voice of hers, “I’m going to need a shower too – maybe we could share?” My eyes grew wide, and she laughed and gave me a kiss with those amazing, sexy lips of hers.
Her hand reached down to caress the hardening cock growing inside my pants and she continued, “After all, in no time at all, I’m going to be covered in cum, right?” She touched her fingers to my lips; the taste of her wet pussy was still on them and without even thinking, I sucked her fingertips into my mouth.
“That’s right," she said, “I’ll be covered in cum and the smell of my creamy pussy will be all over you!”
We didn’t speak for a while after that; we just tore at each other’s clothes and had a hot, wet makeout session in the steamy shower room. As I stripped away everything she was wearing, I tried not to think about her husband and all the reasons I shouldn’t be doing this. I was already so fucking turned on after watching her finger that pussy; now I was grabbing her tight, naked ass with my hands and sucking on the most amazing tits I’d ever seen or tasted.
Her breasts were so perfect and lovely and round, with huge perky nipples that begged to be sucked hard. With such a heavenly sight in front of me, I was mad with passion as I sucked and kissed hungrily at her soft, tender flesh, her beautiful neck and shoulders, and the most sexy, voluptuous lips I had ever tasted in my life. The whole time I was doing this, her hands were busy squeezing and stroking my now fully-hard cock and caressing my balls.
I wasn’t sure how far she was willing to take things, but I soon found out that when Angela got her hands on a young new cock to play with, she had no problem at all calling the shots.
“Get my pussy nice and wet--sloppy wet!” she told me, and lay back on the sofa, pulling me on top of her. Soon, I had my face buried in her wetness, my tongue darting in and out between her puffy, warm lips. I kissed and licked and sucked at her pussy and clit until she was oozing thick, sticky, creamy wetness—it tasted so amazing.
“My turn,” she told me, and had me trade places with her. She grabbed my dick and squeezed hard as she got between my knees, her eyes filled with lust. She just stared at my throbbing cock for a minute, tracing her fingers up and down the shaft, admiring the thick veins and the fat mushroom head that looked so much like that cock in the magazine.
She started with tender kisses along the shaft and all around the head of my cock, and I loved the sight of her gorgeous mouth, those beautifully sensuous ruby red lips, worshiping my hard, hot meat. Her breath felt so warm on me as she opened her lips wide and took half my cock in her mouth, that sexy tongue swirling around the head.
With a sigh and a deep moan, she opened even wider and began to slobber and drool all the way down, her tongue lapping hungrily at the underside of my cock, her head bobbing up and down. With each stroke, she went a little deeper and was soon teasing my ball sack with her tongue as she took every fucking inch of that fat 7-inch cock.
Sloppy spit was running down my cock and onto her hand and all over my balls. She stopped and admired her handiwork as my slick, wet dick stood at attention for her, throbbing and pulsing.
“You’re ready now,” she said and stood up. She climbed on top of me, those amazing, long legs of hers straddling me. I put my hands on her hips and felt the amazing flexing of her sweet, tight ass as she lowered herself, impaling her dripping pussy on that sloppy, hard shaft.
She leaned forward, offering me those gorgeous tits to suck, and began grinding her steaming pussy up and down, forward and back, riding my cock. I sucked and licked and kissed madly at those stiff, beautiful nipples, and began thrusting my hips up to slam hard, balls deep inside her.
We began a mad, passionate fuck that got more wild and noisy as our passions mounted. She kept begging for more, and I fucked her harder and faster until she let out a scream and threw her head back, tossing her blond hair from side to side, and she kept yelling, “Fuck me, give it to me, I want to cum all over that fucking cock!”
She was a vision of absolute beauty and pure animal lust, thrusting her tits out, her body tensing up until she exploded in orgasmic spasms that went on and on.
She kept writhing all over my cock until her pussy stopped quivering and gripping my shaft, and said, “Now I want to taste that cock again…I want to taste my pussy all over that thick, hot dick…I want that cum now!”
She crawled off me and knelt beside me on the sofa and began alternating between jerking off my cock with both hands, and falling down to eagerly deepthroat me. She was moaning wildly with my cock in her throat, and groaning with passion every time she stopped sucking it to milk me with her spit-covered hands.
I didn’t last long…I reached behind her and pushed two fingers into her gushing pussy from behind, and she went even more mad on my cock, sucking and pumping it, eager for that load of cum. I began to shoot and she let me know how much she loved it.
“Oh fuck yes, that tastes so good….give me that cum, give me that fucking hot load!”
She sucked down and swallowed several thick streams of jizz; then I marveled at the sight of her hot, jiggling breasts as she furiously pumped my cock with both hands, spraying shots of cum all over her tits. There were gobs of cum dripping from her nipples and running in streams between her tits. She lovingly sucked the last of my cum out of the shaft and moaned in approval at the taste, licking those ruby lips with a satisfied smile as she swallowed those final spurts of my load.
We came to our senses after a long while of heavy breathing and lust-filled embraces and kisses. She had been right--she was covered in cum and the smell of her pussy was all over me. Realizing that the evening of conferences was starting in less than an hour, we hurried to the shower for a very satisfying and steamy session of cleaning each other up.
Finishing just in time to get back to our classrooms, we hurried out the door and headed off to where our meetings would take place. I glanced back at the scene we had just left. Just before closing and locking the door, I saw that Angela’s lacy underwear was still there on the floor next to the sofa. I decided to go back and retrieve them at the end of the evening, enjoying the idea that she was content to go meet with all those parents, who would have no idea that the sexiest teacher in the building was standing there talking to them with warm, thick pussy cream still oozing from her hot, naked pussy.
To be continued……
