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Three days came and went, and the talk about our fight was starting to die down. I guess partly because nothing happened since, though I could see Ben was still pissed, skulking and brooding about whatever was on his mind. I was never curious enough to try and listen to his thoughts, so I did what probably helped piss him off even more and went on with life as normal, and largely ignored him for much of the week.
I’d asked Erin about the girl, intentionally omitting her name. She’d given me a shrug and honestly told me she didn’t know her. Still, I did happen to spot Amanda a few times during recess. Seemed she had a few friends, but I didn’t really notice much else. On the plus side Ben had pretty much left her alone ever since. Maybe he was afraid of a reprisal from me if I found out he had assaulted her somehow, again.
He was right to be afraid.
But as the end of the school day on Thursday came around I had other things on my mind. Not that I minded modeling nude for Mrs. Barton as part of my extra credit to make up for my scores in English, but I was wondering what else she had in mind.
She wore dark purple this day, a long skirt that reached her knees and a matching jacket, with a white blouse underneath that.
Some of the girls that hung around with Ocean smirked, like usual, at the end of class as they shuffled out the door. Megan gave me a worrying look before leaving the class, too. I wondered how she would react if I confided in her that our English and art teacher was sketching me nude and giving me blow jobs. I had a feeling that her insecurities would probably explode.
Like usual, I followed Mrs. Barton to the other classroom where we did our sessions. Something seemed a little off today, though. She was a little more tense, seemed to be in a hurry even though she was keeping her usual pace. I followed her into the room, closing the door behind us.
“We’re going to do something a little different this time.” Mrs. Barton told me. “I’d like you to remove your clothes and lie down on the stage. Please close your eyes.”
Yeah, this was weird. Well, not doing the sketching first before instructing me to strip, anyway. I shrugged, and went ahead and did what she asked. The stage was cold and hard against my body as I laid down, closing my eyes and trying to relax.
I heard rustling of fabric for a bit, then nothing. It was hard to hear her footsteps once she’d taken her shoes off, and I strained to hear the soft padding of her feet on linoleum. I didn’t hear her at all, and the next thing I knew I felt her hair brushing over my stomach, her hand on my dick as she lifted my limp member up, the hot wetness of her breath just before her mouth closed around my shaft.
I couldn’t help but moan as she sucked on me, teased my soft dick with her tongue as she ran her lips up and down my quickly hardening length. At one point she held her mouth around near the end of my dick, her tongue slipping into my foreskin to swirl around, and I couldn’t help but groan at the sensations running down my shaft and up my spine.
When Mrs. Barton figured she’d gotten me good and rock hard she parted her mouth from my cock. “Keep your eyes closed,” she told me, “just be patient and I’ll tell you when to open them.”
So I did as she bade, keeping my eyes closed as I felt her moving about me. It was kinda hard to miss that she was positioning herself over me, my sisters having done the same many times before as I lay in bed, whenever they wanted to ride my cock.
“You have such a wonderful penis.” Mrs. Barton told me, “And I think you’re old enough to know more about how it works. Go ahead and open your eyes.”
It was no surprise to me to find my teacher straddling me, fully naked. Her soft breasts looked like they were begging to be fondled, her nipples nibbled and squeezed. My eyes drifted down to her crotch, soft looking and hairless.
“You might’ve heard other names for this, but this is a vagina.” Mrs. Barton continued, indicating to her crotch. “There’s a special place there for your erect penis to fit in, a special place for girls. When a boy gets aroused his penis gets hard, as you know. But when a girl gets aroused…” She let the word trail off as her fingers came down to her crotch, parting her mons venus to show me her labia, her rosy pink flesh already glistening with her wetness.
“When a girl is aroused, she gets very… warm.” she continued. “Here, let me show you.”
Mrs. Barton reached down to take my right hand, guiding it straight to between her legs. “Normally you’re not supposed to touch a person here, but I’m giving you permission.” she told me, pausing a moment to let that sink into my mind before bringing my hand up to her slit. She was soft, her skin smooth without a trace of stubble or anything from shaving. One of my fingers reflexively pressed up into her slit, feeling how warm and moist she already was as my hand slit a little bit further. That finger was soon joined by a second as I slowly rubbed her, my cock retaining its hardness as I felt how wet she was becoming. Mrs. Barton certainly seemed to like this, moaning softly as I stroked her, drawing my fingers back so I could feel about the folds of her labia, finding that nub of her clit to rub some more.
“Oh… Caleb…” Mrs. Barton moaned, “You’ve got a touch…” I looked up to her, watching her ample bosom heaving as she took repeated deep breaths.
Smiling, watching her, I slid my hand back down again, rubbing her tender flesh. It wasn’t hard to find the source of her heat, and my two fingers slid up into her pussy easily. Her eyes widened at my boldness, her body quivering at my finger’s intrusion, trying to stifle a lustful moan by biting down her lip as I pushed my fingers deep into her pussy, her body squeezing back some.
After maybe a minute of this, of my running my fingers in and out of her pussy, Mrs. Barton declared, “That’s good, but there’s more, and better.”
Gently she pulled my hand away from her crotch, my gaze dropping down to look at how her folds were still slightly parted for me as she straddled me. She held my hand, wet fingers and all, and with her other hand took hold of my cock to guide it up between her legs. She rubbed my glans against her tender flesh a little bit before pressing the tip of my cock to her wet hole. My body trembled, more from the sensuous sensations of my cock being rubbed against her pussy than any sort of real nervousness about actually having sex. Maybe she thought she was taking my virginity, popping my cherry, but I wasn’t gonna correct her about that.
Now this must’ve been what Mrs. Barton had been nervous about, sexual intercourse with someone less than half her age (for all she knew). We both moaned lustfully as my cock slowly slid into her pussy, her body hot and welcoming to my intruding member. And she was wet, really wet, like soaking her panties wet if she were still wearing them. She really took her time settling down on me, letting me feel every millimeter of my cock be enveloped by her body, feel how her pussy could clench and rub my shaft, and I think she was also testing just how deep she could take my monster sized cock.
Turned out the answer was all of it. “Oh… wow…” she gasped as the lips to her pussy pressed against my crotch. “I can feel you so deep inside me. This feels… wonderful.”
“Wow…” was my only response, my eyes still locked on where our bodies became one, soaking in how her slit parted for my cock.
Mrs. Barton giggled. “It only gets better from here.”
Slowly she started rocking her hips, grinding my cock a little against her deep inner walls, her body twitching from the inside. “Oh… yes…” she moaned, her eyes starting to roll upwards as she pleasured herself on my cock, slowly letting more and more of my cock slip out before sliding herself back down on me, and already our bodies were making wet, slurpy noises with her movements. When she needed to slide more on my cock she shifted her legs, no longer kneeling over me but spreading her legs wide so she could lift herself higher over me, leaning over me as she pumped herself on my cock. Watching how her pussy swallowed up my cock was mesmerizing.
“Here, do this.” Mrs. Barton said, settling herself on me before taking one of my hands. I looked up to her as she lifted my hand to her breast, right over her nipple. Out of reflex I matched my other hand to her other breast, feeling their softness, their warmth, the perkiness of her nipples rubbing against my palms.
“Oh, yes, just like that.” she crooned as she started pumping herself on my cock again. “And squeeze… rub them… do…” She moaned as I pressed up into her, my fingers digging gently into her breasts. She put her hands on my shoulders, fingernails digging into my flesh, bracing herself as she rocked herself over me. Every time she went back my cock plunged its full length into her, and as she started moving faster the wet noises we made got louder, our bodies soon rhythmically slapping together. Her pussy felt hot, her juices soaking my cock so that I felt chilled every time she lifted herself, drawing much of my long shaft from the hot embrace of her body. Soon I was rocking my hips beneath her, doing what I could to try and keep my cock inside her, in that warm embrace.
My orgasm hit me suddenly, my eyes clamping shut as I arched my back to drive my hips up into Mrs. Barton. That eruption of cum deep inside her pussy felt wonderful, and I think she felt it too, her gentle crooning as she settled herself on me, grinding her hips to stir my cock inside her.
Leaning over me, I could feel her dark hair softly brushing against my face, Mrs. Barton lightly kissed my lips. Panting, I looked up into her dark eyes, saw her smiling sweetly.
“Bet that felt wonderful.” she whispered.
My mouth gaping, all I managed was, “Uh huh.”
She giggled, wiggling her hips some to test the firmness of my cock still inside her. “You up for more?”
Without waiting for my answer she rolled us over so I was on top of her. My hands caught myself so I didn’t quite come crashing down on top of her, but I felt her legs wrap around me. Soon my hips were moving again, my cock fresh from an ejaculation stirring deep inside Mrs. Barton, her pussy clenching at me and encouraging my cock to remain stiff.
My teacher practically clung to me, her arms soon finding their way around me, her fingernails scratching at my back as her legs encouraged me to move faster. At some point I managed to push myself up, looking down at her, watching how her breasts jiggled with every deep thrust of my cock, breasts that just last week had held that cock between them, so soft and warm as she masturbated me then, all up until I had ejaculated on her breasts.
One of Mrs. Barton’s legs slipped a little, and I caught it with one arm, gently bringing it up higher, spreading her thighs more as her knee touched her shoulder. “Oh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” she pleaded.
Groaning, I did. I started panting as I pounded my cock in her pussy, my balls slapping up against her ass. My mind started to get lost in the feel of her wet pussy swallowing up my cock, how it squeezed my shaft still despite how hard I rammed myself into her, filling her with my monstrous manhood. All I could hear were our lustful moanings and the slapping of our flesh.
And again I climaxed, everything washing out except for the feelings of raw pleasure as I ejaculated into Mrs. Barton once more, my body trembling as we held each other, her pussy quivering as it clenched my hard member. When it felt like it had passed, that I had no more to give, I fell to rest on top of my teacher, her loving embrace holding me firmly.
“That felt so good.” Mrs. Barton told me, “You’ve got such an exquisite penis. The girls are gonna love this.”
I smiled, not at the compliment but at the knowing secret of how many other girls I had already had sex with, had tenderly made sweet love with in various ways that Mrs. Barton didn’t have a clue that I knew, their orgasmic moanings like sweet music to me.
We laid like that for a while, panting, my cock still firm inside of her. With a gentle pat she bade me to sit up, so I did. I looked down at her, somewhat kneeling between her legs still, her dark eyes eyeing my cock as it slipped from her pussy, not rock hard but far from being soft still.
“Come up over me,” she said, “I want to taste us.”
Smiling a little I did just that, holding myself over her as she leaned back, taking my cock and guiding it to her mouth again. I had to lean over her, letting my head hang down as I watched her kiss my glans before taking me into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirl around my shaft, sweeping up the mix of our fluids, feeling her swallow what must’ve been a delicious mixture.
She was soon done, and I moved myself off of her, her fingers lingering on my balls briefly before I was away and kneeling at her side, my cock still standing upright.
“I think I’ve got one more.” I said.
Smiling, Mrs. Barton nodded. “Looks like you do. So let’s try something else.”
She rolled herself over, twisting so she lined up with me again and presented her ass to me. Reaching back she grabbed her butt cheeks, spreading them for me, showing off everything, her rosy pussy still glistening wet.
With a hand on my cock to guide it, I scooted closer to her, pressing my glans up to her wet hole. I pushed just the tip of my cock in, just enough so her body could hold me. With a slap I clamped my hands down on her hips and hauled her up while shoving myself forward, thrusting my cock hard and deep into her pussy. “Caleb!” she gasped as my thick cock filled her, our bodies slapping loudly.
I groaned as my cock plunged into her depths, trembling from our recent fucking, soaking with the results of our love making. I held her firmly as I started working us, pumping the length of my cock in her pussy.
If Mrs. Barton was upset with my sudden aggression she didn’t express it, didn’t really say anything as her pussy slurped up my cock, repeatedly, her lustful moaning broken up only by an occasional, “Oh! Yes!” I could feel my balls floating freely between my legs, rocking with our movements as I repeatedly pounded my cock into her, letting her pussy feel every millimeter of my hardness. At some point my hands slipped from her hips and I leaned over her, hugging her from behind as my hands groped for her breasts, our long hard thrusts becoming short and quick pounding slaps. Mrs. Barton seemed to slip under me, one hand grasping at mine as I toyed with her breasts, squeezing them, occasionally catching a nipple to pinch between two fingers. A brush of her fingertips against my balls told me where her other hand was, reaching for my genitals as she rubbed her slit while my cock continued to grind about inside her.
I think it was when her orgasm hit, her hard climax that tightened her whole body, feeling her pussy clamping down on my cock, that I hit my third ejaculation. My whole body seemed to spasm, twitching my cock inside her as she managed to fondle my balls, squeezing out more cum this time than the first two.
Panting, I held onto my teacher, enjoying the feel of my cock inside her as our orgasms passed. When her hand finally fell away from my scrotum I carefully peeled myself away, slowly sliding my now semi-hard member from her. When I sat back on my heels Mrs. Barton rolled over onto her back, far from modest as she kept her legs parted for me to see everything.
“You really filled me up inside, Caleb.” Mrs. Barton murmured. Idly she reached down to touch her slit, rubbing a single finger against her tender flesh as I watched our cum dribble out of her pussy. “Three times to empty your delicious cock.”
“Yeah… I guess… I was… backed up…” I panted. That made her smile.
We took our time cleaning ourselves up, as well as removing whatever we spilled on the stage. Neither of us bothered getting dressed until we were done. I think she was really enjoying the view of my body.
I was still feeling a little tired on our walk home. Mom noticed my fatigue, but I told her that holding still like a statue was really hard work.