Mary looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall in her bedroom. Not bad, she thought while cupping her D-sized boobs. Since she never had children, they were still firm and round at forty-five. Her hands slid down over a flat tummy and down to her rounded hips. All those hours in the gym and the diets she followed had paid off. She was proud of her body.

She got dressed, and as usual, it was conservative. Today, she wore a dress that she buttoned almost up to her neck. It had a flower pattern, which suited the warm spring day. She grabbed her purse and her briefcase, which held the exams she had corrected over the weekend.

“Good morning, class. How was your weekend?”

The class of sixteen-year-olds answered almost in unison, “Fine, Ms. Parker.”

“Great, mine was not very eventful, so I corrected your exams. Would you like to get them back?”

A few students eagerly waved their hands while others squirmed in their seats. The usual suspects, she noted. One was Martin. He always sat at the back and had done so for the three years she had been his teacher. He was a quiet boy. Polite never got into trouble and did his schoolwork on time. Math wasn’t one of his strong skills, and the D result showed that.

She began to hand out the exams, and when she came up to Martin, she said with a smile, “Maybe we should talk about me tutoring you over the summer?”

“Oh, my parents have a trip planned, I have to ask them.”

“Martin, your schoolwork is important, and now you have an opportunity to get some help.”

“Fine, Ms. Parker, I will talk to them.”

On his way home, Martin thought back to what his teacher had suggested, and it wasn’t a bad idea. He had good grades; it was just math that had to be improved. He wanted to get into a good university when he graduated. His parents planned a one-month trip to Europe with his older sister, Natalie. She was nineteen and attending the community college. She still lived at home.

“Hey, Natalie, what are you up to?”

There was no answer. Martin dropped his school bag by the stairs leading up to the second floor, where his and Natalie's bedrooms were. His parents slept in the master bedroom just off the living room.

He made a couple of sandwiches and grabbed a soda from the fridge. While he ate, he checked his social media, but there was nothing new or exciting to be found there. He was about to finish his soda when Natalie walked in.

“What’s up, loser?” she said and lightly smacked his neck.

“Not much, slut. What have you been up to?”

“Being a slut, of course.”

They both laughed. Natalie wasn’t a slut, far from it, but she did dress quite provocatively. She said it was her right as a woman to do so and fuck those guys who thought she was easy.

“Ms. Parker offered to help me during the summer, but that would mean I couldn’t come to Europe with you, Mom, and Dad. What do you think?”

Natalie thought for a moment before answering. “Europe will still be there, and this is a good opportunity. I had Ms. Parker as a teacher, and she is very good, even though she is a bit of a cat lady.”

“What do you mean by cat lady? How many does she have?”

His sister laughed. “None as far as I know. She is just a bit off, you know. Rumors have it that she got married very young, and then her husband cheated on her, and she never got over it. As far as anyone knows, she has not had a boyfriend since then.”

“Poor woman. She isn’t that old, and being alone must be horrible.”

“Each to their own. Anyway, I will support you when you talk to Mom and Dad.”

Martins's parents weren’t happy, but they understood that it was a good opportunity. They were worried about him being all alone for a month, so his mother called Ms. Parker to ask if she had a guest room. When she hung up, she said, “All set, you are to stay with Ms. Parker until we come home. You will study in the morning and be off in the afternoon. You have to be home by eight in the evening.”

“Great, thanks for talking to her, Mom.”

His mother gave him a big hug. “I am so proud of you. Thinking about your education instead of driving around Europe.”

The day his parents and Natalie left, they dropped Martin off at Ms. Parker's house. She lived on the other side of town in a quiet neighborhood with trees lining the street. The other houses were occupied by families with small children and dogs.

“Welcome, Martin. Now that we are not in school, you can call me Mary. I’ll show you to your room.”

It was quite big with a TV and a view of the street. It was on the second floor, and he had his own bathroom since Mary had one in her bedroom.

“Thanks, this is great.”

“I’m happy you like it. Why don’t you settle in and come down for dinner in an hour or so?”

When she was gone, Martin locked the door and opened his laptop. It was porn time. He usually watched at least thirty minutes of porn every day. He had to be careful with Natalie, who sometimes opened his door without knocking. If he locked it, she would be more suspicious.

He chose a clip with two young women having sex with each other and using toys. He had never seen a pussy in real life. He hadn’t even had a girlfriend, but he longed for the experience of touching a naked girl, feeling the heat from her pussy and her boobs in his hands.

He stroked his cock slowly while watching the screen intently. The girls were licking each other, and he wished he could do the same soon. While he watched the screen, an ad came up where he could watch older women. He finished the clip with the girls and then clicked over to the other channel.

A woman in her fifties sat at a table putting on makeup while watching herself in the mirror. A young man came up behind her and began to massage her large boobs. She slowly turned around and began to suck his cock. Martin stared at the screen, and his cock grew harder. A woman that age must know how to fuck like crazy, he thought. The girls his age probably didn’t even know how to give a decent hand job or suck cock. An older woman could teach him how to fuck like a pro.

“Ugh, oh, fuck,” he moaned and shot his load. Most of it landed on the floor, and the rest on his hand. He put away the laptop and then listened by the door. There were no sounds. He quickly went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and then took a large wad of toilet paper back to his room and cleaned the mess on the floor.

“Dinner is ready!” He heard Mary call. Darn, had it already been an hour?

She had made pasta, and it was quite good. He used a piece of bread to wipe the plate clean before taking it to the sink. “I can do the dishes, Ms. Parker.”

“It's Mary, remember, and thank you. You are too young, but I am going to have a glass of wine. If you want, you can join me in the living room and we can watch TV.”

It took him longer than expected to do the dishes since the meat sauce had burned into the pan. When he was done, he wiped off the table and the flat areas in the kitchen. He turned off the light and joined Mary.

She had changed clothes and wore joggers and a white T-shirt. Martin had never seen his teacher in what he considered normal clothes. At school, she always wore pant suits or dresses. She looked very relaxed as she sat on the sofa with her feet up. Her body was toward him, but she was facing the TV. He noted that her boobs were much bigger than he had realized over those three years in her classroom. In fact, they were the biggest boobs he had ever seen. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were clearly outlined against the fabric. The room wasn’t cold; she just had big nipples.

“There you are. Have a seat in that chair,” she pointed with the hand that held the wineglass.

He sat down, and now he was facing the TV and not Mary, which was much better because his dick had come alive in his pants.

“What do you want to watch?” she asked.

“Whatever, maybe a movie?”

She began to change the channels until she found a Jackie Chang film. “Do you like him?”

“Yeah, he is great.”

They watched in silence and slowly, using one foot, Martin began to gently turn his chair towards Mary, who was concentrated on the TV. When it had turned enough that he could watch her without being too obvious, he put his legs over the armrest and stared at her boobs.

Mary felt the slight vibration from the chair being moved rather than actually seeing it. She glanced over and saw that Martin had changed his position on the chair. It made no sense since he was facing the TV. Weird, but hey, what did she know about teen behavior?

Martin almost gasped a few minutes later when Mary moved her leg, and her cameltoe was visible. Oh fuck, she has meaty pussy lips, he thought. By now, his cock was rock hard, almost painful. He adjusted it slowly so as not to make her notice.

What was he doing? Wondered Mary. She got up. “I’m getting more wine, do you want something from the kitchen?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

When she walked behind him, she glanced down and almost stopped. There was no mistake; he had an erection. Mary blushed and hurried into the kitchen. Why did he have an erection? Then she remembered that teens his age could have them at any time; it just happened. She poured more wine into her glass and went back. This time, she slowed down and went by him slowly. Then she felt stupid and hurried up the last few steps and sat back down again. She thought she might have spilled wine, so she looked down at her t-shirt but didn’t see a spot. What she saw were her nipples pressing against the fabric, and it dawned on her. The little scoundrel had been eyeing her. From the corner of her eye, she noted that he was still watching her. She became upset but didn’t say anything. After all, they were going to live together for a while, and she didn’t want to fight with him during their first evening. Instead, she sat up straight so her boobs were facing the TV.

Fuck, thought Martin, and turned his attention back to the movie. He had already seen it. Had she noticed what he was doing, or was it just something natural about her changing position? He didn’t know. What he did know was that he still had an erection that needed to be taken care of. He also knew that if he stood up, she would notice it.

Did he care? Of course, he did; she was his teacher, but something else was gnawing at the back of his mind. He had read stories in the news about how teachers had supposedly seduced a student. As a teenage boy, he was pretty sure that in many of those cases, the guy was as guilty or maybe even more so than the teacher over what had happened. She had abused her position as a teacher, but sexually, teen boys were as horny as any woman, maybe even more.

What to do, what to do, he thought? He was old enough to have sex, and he wanted to have sex. Ms. Parker hadn’t been with a man for years, so the odds were that she was as horny as him. Or maybe not, at night, she had a giant dildo she would use. That thought made his dick even harder, and he groaned.

“Are you ok?” asked Mary.

“Yes, sorry.”

“Are you sure? Maybe you ate too much or too fast?”

“I’m fine, nothing to worry about.”

She went back to watching the movie, and Martin stood up. He had, like her, joggers on, and there was no mistake that he had a hard-on. His seven-and-a-half-inch dick stood straight out. Mary didn’t look at him, so he turned his back to her and said, “I’ll be right back.”

Mary held her breath. She didn’t need to turn. Next to the TV was a large photo of her parents, and in its reflection, she had seen him, and her stomach had tightened. She felt herself blush and her nipples go hard. Oh my god, she thought. What is happening to me? She tried to concentrate on the movie, but the sight she had seen wouldn’t leave her brain. She hadn’t seen or held a dick since her ex had left her. Lately, she had thought about going back to dating. She had even signed up for one of those dating apps, but had never used it.

When she closed her eyes, she could still remember the sensation of holding her ex’s cock and sucking on it. Even though it would open her up just as he penetrated her. She was horny, and she hadn’t been that in a very long time.

Martin stood over the toilet using one hand as support, and the other was stroking his shaft fast. It didn’t take long before his knees buckled, and for the second time, he came. It wasn’t as much as the first, but he came harder. He quickly wiped his dick and then washed his hands.

“I’m back,” he said as he sat down in the chair again. Mary’s face had been red when he walked in, and he wondered if she had seen anything. She didn’t acknowledge his greeting, just stared at the TV where the movie was coming to an end.

She got up and walked over to where he was sitting. She looked down at him, and her chest was heaving, making her boobs move up and down.

“Martin, I don’t know what games you are playing, but I will not accept that kind of behavior while you are in my house.”

He was confused. There was no way she could know that he had masturbated in the bathroom on the second floor.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Listen to me, I have been around boys your age all my professional life. I have seen erections under tables, even one cheeky bugger who masturbated. Stop fantasizing about the girls in your class. You are here to study, is that clear?”

Martin, who was usually a very kind and sweet boy, had something come over him. He didn’t know what it was or where it came from, but his answer even surprised him. “Oh, I wasn’t thinking about them. I was thinking about you. Those nipples are so big.” He pointed at them.

“You, you, I’m going to call your parents in the morning.”

“No, you won’t. I am sure you are as horny as I am. My sister told me about what happened to you and your ex and what he did to you. I think you haven’t had sex since then.”

Mary blushed, and her hands trembled with frustration, but she wasn’t surprised. Most of the students knew. “That’s none of your business, if I am horny or not.”

He smiled up at her and slowly pulled down his joggers. His dick popped out. It wasn’t hard, but still swollen from being jerked off. Mary couldn’t take her eyes off it. “That, that is a nice cock.”

Martin smiled and made sure the entire thing was visible, swollen cockhead and all. “I bet you want to touch it.”

Mary tried to speak, but no words came out. Instead, her lips slowly formed a perfect O, and she knelt in front of him. He watched her right hand move towards his groin, and then she had him in her hand. He was hard in no time, even before she had begun to stroke him.

“Oh fuck, oh, Martin, what am I doing?”

She kept on stroking it and then leaned forward. Martin held his breath; he was three inches away from his first blowjob. When her lips covered his head, he sighed. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”

He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her hand was around the base, and she was moving her head up and down very slowly. He reached out and massaged her boobs, which were very heavy in his hands. She moaned a little and then let go with the hand around his dick. She began to suck him harder and deeper until she gagged. Martin was in heaven. Not even in his wildest imagination had he thought a blowjob would feel so good.

“Mary, thank you, thank you for doing this for me.”

She moaned in response and then began to pull up her T-shirt. She let go of his dick for a few seconds so she could pull the T-shirt over her head. Martin felt the warm skin of her firm boobs. Her nipples were amazing. Pink and about half an inch long. They were hard, and when he pinched them, Mary moaned.

Having the cock in her mouth was driving her mad. Back in the day, she had been horny and loved fucking anywhere and anytime. She and her ex had fucked in all the rooms, in the car, at his job, her job, and everywhere in between. Having this hard dick in her mouth brought all of it back.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” she said and stood up.

Martin sat and stared at her as she pulled down her joggers and panties. She had long, firm legs and a flat tummy, not what he had expected from a woman her age. When he saw her pussy, he sighed. It was clean-shaven, with meaty lips and a protruding clit. Without a word, she straddled him and, using her hand, guided him to her pussy. To his surprise, she was tight, warm, and very wet.

She slid down and leaned forward, pushing her boobs into his face. “Suck on my nipples while I ride you.’
Her voice was different, deeper than before. She began to ride, sliding up and down while Marting sucked and nibbled on her boobs in turn. She began to kiss his neck, nibble on his ear, and then they kissed, hard and deep, while she kept on fucking him.

It felt so good, so different than masturbating. Her pussy had come alive, squeezing his shaft and pulling him further inside the wet, tight hole. He didn’t want it to stop; he wanted to fuck her all night, but his balls began to contract.

When she felt his nails dig into her back, she said, “C’mon, give me that cum, shoot it deep inside me.”

As he began to come, she sat down on him and used her pussy muscles to empty his balls. It was a sensation that Martin could only describe as otherworldly. When she figured he was empty, she slid off him backwards and stood up.

Looking down at him, she pointed to his now flaccid dick. “I like that and I want more. I need to sleep and gather my thoughts. I will see you for breakfast tomorrow, young man.”

When Mary woke up the following morning, she lay in bed with regret. It had been a stupid thing to do, and she wished she hadn’t. Then her pussy told her that it had been amazing and how much she had missed having a cock in her. Mary swore into the pillow. Her mind was right, but her body wanted more. She knew she was already wet. She sighed and got out of bed, and as she made her way to the bathroom, she heard sounds from the kitchen. It was unusual for a teen to be awake this early, she thought.

She put on her bathrobe and went downstairs. Martin leaned against the sink with a glass of milk in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He was naked.

“Good morning, I thought I could offer you some breakfast sausage,” he said with a grin.

Mary responded. “I can see that.” His dick was hard and pointed straight at her. The foreskin slid back, and the head was a dark red and gleaming in the sunlight coming in from the window. She walked up to him and took the glass and the sandwich from his hands, and put them on the sink. She grabbed his cock in her left hand and began to stroke it while kissing his neck.

Martin put his hands inside the robe and moved them down to her firm, round ass and pulled her closer. They kissed deeper and then came apart. She took his hand and led him towards the kitchen table. Once there, she lay down flat over the table. It was at the right ninety-degree angle. She widened her stance a little, and from where Martin stood, he could see the pink of her pussy.

She looked at him over her shoulder with a smile. “C’mon then, fuck me.”

He moved in closer. His dick slid inside that warm, wet hole, and it felt so good. She lay still while he fucked her deeply and slowly. When he began to moan and grab her hips harder, she pulled away and then went down on her knees in front of him. “I need some milk,” she said, and they laughed.

She began to suck him, and she loved the taste of her pussy juice mixing with his precum. It didn’t take long before he began to thrust hard in and out of her mouth, and Mary managed to time it so that he squirted when he was deep inside. The hot cum hit the back of her throat, and she drank every drop she could.

“Mm, you taste so good, Martin.”

She got up and began to make breakfast while he sat at the table watching her. He stared at her ass and then asked, “Have you ever had anal sex?”

Without turning around, she said, ‘Sure, I have.”

“Did you like it?”

“It's fun, I mean, I don’t come from it by itself, I need to play with my pussy or the man needs to do it.”

“Can you teach me?”

She turned around and tilted her head. “I’m your math tutor, not your sex tutor.” She tried to hold back a laugh, but she couldn’t.

“You see, you like being my sex tutor. I promise to study hard this morning, and then you can let me fuck your amazing ass after lunch.”

“You are crazy, but I love it. It feels so good being alive again, you know. I have spent so many years feeling sorry for myself.”

“You are an amazing and beautiful woman. I am sure you will find a new man in your life. Meanwhile, I am happy for any tips and tricks you can give me so I can go to university and fuck the shit out of all those girls.”

She placed a cup of coffee on the table and then patted his head like you do with a child. “Don’t you worry, you will be a fuck master when I am done with you.”

Martin did all his exercises, and Mary was glad when she corrected them. There were just a few mistakes, and she figured that he would be ready before his parents came home from their trip. While he worked, she had thought about her present situation. It wasn’t a good one. In the worst-case scenario, they got busted, and she would end up in jail. That was something she did not want. She didn’t want to lose her job either, but that would be a moot point since she would be in jail anyway.

No, she thought. This was fun, but it couldn’t go on forever. She needed it to stop, but she didn’t know how. Well, she knew how; all she had to do was to end it right there and then, but she liked it, she liked his cock in her pussy and mouth. She loved his warm body against hers. What to do, what to do, she wondered in silence as she watched him work the math problems.

After lunch, Martin was excited and ready to continue with his sex education. “I guess we need lubrication so I can penetrate you,” he said at the table.

“Yes, we do, and I don’t have any here. I need to go and get some. I will leave you a few more problems to solve while I am gone.”

Martin sighed but didn’t complain. He was looking forward to trying anal sex. He also wanted to lick Mary’s pussy, but he would surprise her with that as foreplay before he stuck his cock in her ass.

Mary walked down the street towards the pharmacy, which was just a few blocks away. The weather was okay for his time of year, so she had decided to walk instead of taking the car. She was deep in thought about what to do with Martin when she heard someone call her name. She looked around, and when she saw the person who had called her, she smiled and crossed the road.

“Isabel, how nice to see you. How have you been? It’s been ages since I saw you.”

The tall blond hugged Mary and said, “My favorite teacher. I’m fine, but how are you? Are you still teaching?”

“Let’s have a coffee over there,” said Mary and pointing at the café next to the pharmacy.

The two women crossed the road and walked inside, where they ordered coffee and a slice of pie each.

“I’m fine. I moved last year, but I divorced my husband last month, so I came back to stay with my parents for a while.”

Mary took her hand. “I’m so sorry to hear that. You and Pete had been together since I taught you. Did you have children?”

“No, and thank God for that. Divorce is hard enough as it is, and with children involved, it’s even worse.”

Mary leaned back and took in Isabel. She looked as striking as she had fifteen years earlier when she had graduated and gotten married. Her blonde hair was thick and cascaded down her back, and her blue eyes shone in her oval face. When she smiled, her teeth were perfect and so white they almost looked fake. She had pale skin, but she never looked sickly, like a fine porcelain doll. A thought entered Mary’s mind, and she smiled.

“What’s the wicked smile about?” asked Isabel and sipped her coffee.

“Do you mind if I ask you a very personal question?”

“I don’t know until you ask, but go ahead.”

When I taught you, there were rumors around the school that you were, to put it lightly, a free spirit. Was there any truth in that?”

Isabel smiled and licked her pink lips with her pink tongue. “Well, not to sound like a slut, but yes, I was a free spirit back then and enjoyed a few of the boys.” She leaned in and whispered, “and Mr. Johnson in the gym's bathroom.”

“No, you didn’t, you are such a slut.”

Mr. Johnsson was the physics teacher at the time. A tall gentleman who was quiet but had an eye for the teenage girls.

“It only happened once, and he wasn’t very good, to be honest. He came in no time and left me horny and wanting more.”

Mary laughed so loud that people around looked at her, and she blushed. Leaning closer, she said, “Would you say you are still that same horny teen?”

It was Isabel’s turn to blush. “Maybe, I mean, I was a good wife, never cheated on Pete during our years together. Why do you ask?”

Mary told her about Martin, but didn’t say that they had already had sex, just that the young man was eager to learn and she had to tell him off a few times not to touch her.

Isabel thought for a long time while finishing her pie. When she was done, she patted her lips with the napkin and said, “Okay, I’m in. I’ll teach Martin what he needs to know. But, it has to be in your house; my parents are at home all the time.”

Mary let out a sigh of relief. She had found a substitute teacher who would take care of Martin, and she could simply disconnect herself.

“Great, when can you come over?”

“Right now, if you want. All this sex talk has made me horny.”

“Great, I just need to get something from the pharmacy. Do you want to use condoms?”

“Fuck that shit, I’m on the pill and feeling my pussy fill up with cum is such a turn on,” said Isabel and got up.

Martin looked out the kitchen window. Mary and another woman were walking up the driveway. He felt disappointed, wondering why she would bring a friend over when they had made plans to fuck. The good news was that Mary held a bag from the pharmacy in her hand, which meant she had bought the lubricant, so maybe they would fuck after the friend had left.

He went back to the table where he had solved the problems Mary had left for him. He was curious about the blonde; she looked fucking hot. She was taller than Mary and a lot younger.

“Hi Martin, this is my old student, Isabel. I ran into her at the pharmacy.”

Martin got up and shook hands with Isabel. This close, she was even hotter with bright blue eyes and pale skin. When she spoke to him, her voice was deeper than he had expected and quite sexy.

“Hi Martin, I understand that you need to learn a few things?”

He was a bit concerned now, wondering what exactly Mary had told this woman. “Yeah, Mary is tutoring me.”

Isabel took off her long coat and handed it to Mary, who disappeared into the hallway. Under the coat Isabel wore a short skirt and a tight white turtle neck sweater. It showed off her slim body and her round boobs that weren’t as big as Mary’s but sat high on her chest.

“Well, I am the substitute teacher because Mary doesn’t want to get into trouble, if you know what I mean.”

She had stepped closer to Martin, so close he could feel her breath against his ear when she leaned in and whispered. “Show me your cock.”

“What?”

She giggled. “Don’t be shy, Martin. She didn’t tell me straight out, but I know the face of a knowingly fucked woman, and Mary was fucked just a few hours ago, by you.”

Martin blushed and looked down at his feet. Isabel was quite the commanding woman; he didn’t feel threatened, but there was something about her that told him it was better to confess than to lie.

“Yeah, we did fuck this morning.”

While he spoke, Isabel had begun to undress, hanging her sweater and skirt on one of the chairs by the kitchen table. She wore black lace panties and a matching bra. They looked expensive, thought Martin.

“Good boy, it’s always better to confess your sins. How about we take a look at your cock, then?”

Martin pulled down his joggers and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He wasn’t hard, and his dick hung limp between his legs.

“Ok, looks good and clean to me,” she said, and then cupped his cock and balls in her hand and continued. “Nice weight to it as well.”

She pulled back the foreskin and gently pinched the head a few times, and Martin groaned while his dick grew hard.

“Ah, there it is, lovely. Let me taste it,” she said.

She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him. She held his dick and began to suck on the head gently and slowly, and Martin closed his eyes. She was very different from Mary. Where the older woman had an urgency to it, Isabel took her time, savored the head, the shaft, sucked on his balls, and then back up to the head. When she suddenly stopped, he opened his eyes.

“Martin, I understand you want to try anal sex?”

Fuck, how much had Mary told this woman, he wondered? “Yeah.”

“Cool, but first I want you to fuck my pussy. Just to get me hot and wet, then you get to fuck my ass.”

She got up from the chair and pulled down her panties, and unbuttoned her bra. Her boobs were perfectly round with tiny blue veins showing through her pale skin. Her nipples were tiny and pink. Marting leaned in and massaged them first, and then gently nibbled on the nipples. She took his hand and put it against her shaved pussy. His middle finger found the slit, and her lips were small, nothing like Mary’s meaty lips.

“Ah, just like that, finger me until I’m nice and wet, baby,” she whispered in his ear.

She was tight and warm, and Martin loved the sensation of her muscles squeezing his finger while he slid it in and out. She began to moan and gasp, and then she said, “Now I’m ready.

She lay down on the table on her back and lifted her legs straight up while motioning for Martin to come closer. When his cock touched the edge of the table, she lowered her legs over his shoulders and pulled him even closer. Her right hand found his cock, and she rubbed her slit with the head a few times, making it wet.

“There we go, come Martin, fuck me slowly.”

When he slid inside, he sighed. It was tighter than Mary, and he grabbed her hips. It was hard to fuck her slowly because it felt so good. “Fuck, fuck, it’s amazing, Isabel.”

“Yeah, you like my pussy, do you?”

“I fucking love it.”

Her boobs moved gently for each thrust, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, and she began to lick her lips. “Faster, go a bit faster, baby.”

When he did, she began to moan louder and thrashed her head from side to side, almost tipping over the salt and pepper shakers.

“Oh fuck, baby, you can really fuck, oh god, it feels good.”

Her pussy began to contract, and then she came. Her upper body lifted the table, and her stomach muscles contracted. Her fingernails dug into his hips as she convulsed. It lasted a few seconds, and then she said, “Now you get to fuck my ass.”

He slid out of her, and she reached for the bag that Mary had left on the table and ripped it open. “Come closer.”

He did, and she began to smear lubricant on his cock until it was dripping. Then she took his hand and added another plentiful to his middle finger. “Use that to warm me up.”

She turned around and scooted backwards a little so she was on her tummy with her ass over the edge of the table and her feet planted on the floor. She widened her stance a bit more and then used her hands to spread her asscheeks. Her rose was right in front of Martin, and his dick grew harder than it ever had been.

“C’mon, use your finger.”

Martin pressed the tip of his finger against her anus, and Isabel giggled. “Don’t be afraid, baby, push it in there.”

He did and was surprised how easily his finger slid into the last knuckle. It felt nothing like a pussy, where the pressure was equal from the tip of his finger to the base. Now, there was a tight pressure around the base of his finger. He slowly began to move it back and forth, and Isabel moaned louder.

“Oh fuck, yes, just like that, fuck my ass with your finger, fuck it slowly, mm.”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Mary peek in, and when he turned to her, she smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. The entire situation was unreal to him, but fuck did he love it.

“Try two fingers, baby,” Isabel commanded.

His second finger slid in as easily as the first, and now he felt real pressure around them. His dick was so hard that the veins were protruding, which they seldom did when he jerked off. The head was dark red, and a big drop of precum had formed on the tip.

“Martin, baby, slowly stick your cock in my, slowly.”

His fingers slipped out, and he grabbed his shaft, lining up the head with her anus.

Isabel closed her eyes and waited. When the soft skin of Martin's cockhead touched her anus, she sighed. She loved the sensation of being opened. First, the tickling feeling from the teasing and then how the cock pressed its way inside, making her opening up and welcome him into her most intimate space. Then there was that jolt of pain, but she didn’t cry out; she giggled as the head explored deeper inside her.

Martin couldn’t believe his eyes. Within a minute or so, half his cock was inside this beautiful woman’s ass. He had never in his wildest dream thought he would one day be fucking a woman like this, and even less in her ass.

He was excited and grabbed her hips, pushing deeper inside her. When he was as far inside as he could get, he held there. The pressure around the base of his cock felt so good. He began to move again.

Isabel gasped as he did, and she said, “Oh my god, Martin, oh fuck, yes, yes, fuck my ass, baby, fuck it just like that.”

Martin thrusted faster and faster. He felt like he could go on forever, and he was in heaven. The sound of his balls slapping against her skin was like music to his ears. He decided to try something and moved his hand between her legs, finding her pussy dripping wet. He began to finger fuck her, and the result was that Isabel began to moan louder, almost like an animal with grunting sounds.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming, oh god, yes, give me that cum up my ass, your horny fuck!”

Martin thrust one last time, and as his balls emptied, her pussy contracted around his finger, and so did her anus. He had the longest and hardest orgasm of his life.

“Oh, don’t pull out baby, leave it in there and let it go limp,” Isabel said.

He did what he asked, and while he waited, she leaned down and kissed her back and caressing her ass cheeks.

Isabel giggled, and she felt him slowly go limp and finally slip out. A second or two later, the first warm drop of his cum ran down the inside of her leg. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment, and when nothing more was coming out, she stood up and turned around.

She took his face in her hands and gently kissed him on the mouth. When she let go, he blushed, and she said, “You will do great in college and make many, many girls quite happy.”

Mary walked in, and her cheeks were pink. When Isabel saw her, she said, “Have you been masturbating?”

The older woman giggled like a little girl. “Yeah, you two sounded so hot. By the way, can I make a suggestion?

Without waiting for an answer, she continued, “Why don’t you, Isabel, stay here for a few days, and tutor Martin?”

Isabel lifted an eyebrow. “Tutor?”

“Well, you know what I mean, fuck the shit out of him a couple of times a day.”

The three of them laughed, and Martin was so glad he hadn’t gone to Europe with his family.