My affair with Mrs. Regina Jennings lasted almost my entire senior year of high school. I won’t go into detail about every time we had sex, that would take too long because we had a lot of sex that became not just limited to Tuesday and Thursday tutoring sessions. However, there are a few things I would like to tell about Mrs. Jennings and our relationship.
We could not keep our hands off one another and constantly wanted to fuck each other. We were both obsessed with each other and the sex. It was not romantic, although we did make love many times and there was passion and intimacy when we had sex that we both enjoyed and found satisfying. However what we enjoyed more was when I would fuck her rough, embarrass and humiliate her both verbally and physically. Mrs. Jennings got off on being treated in such a way and I was more than happy to give it to her. Most of the time we fucked it was like we were shooting a porn scene.
Yes, she would still whine and protest and tell me I was crude, vulgar, could be cruel to her, made her do disgusting things sexually, and would tell me she was offended when I made vulgar comments about the difference in our race; but she enjoyed that type of sex a great deal. It turned her on and got her off sexually.
I discovered Mrs. Jennings was a submissive and subservient woman to men in her life. I would not say she was a submissive such as what people involved in the BDSM lifestyle would refer to as a sub-female. When I was seventeen I had no idea what the BDSM lifestyle was and Mrs. Jennings surely did not. Yes, I had experience in bondage, being a dominant lover, using sex toys on a woman, and even spanking a woman thanks to Diane. However the BDSM lifestyle I knew nothing about. In the early and mid-eighties, we did not have access to all the technology we have today. No internet, there were not any Adult Stores remotely close to me, sex toys were ordered from the back of porn magazines, and fetish clubs were nonexistent as far as I knew. Hell, I did not even know what a fetish club was.
What I meant about her being submissive and subservient was due to her strict religious upbringing and her current religious beliefs. She believed and held to the Bible about how women should obey their husbands and be obedient and even docile to their husbands. When I would tease her about having sex with her husband she would tell me it was her wifely duty and she had to even if she did not want to.
I also assumed another reason why she was subservient to her husband and also to me was that I found out through our bedroom talk after sex that her grandparents migrated to the US from Sierra Leone, Africa when they were in their early twenties. Both her grandparents were raised Muslim but converted to Christianity by a group of evangelist missionaries and migrated to the US. While no longer Muslim they did practice and raised their children “old fashion” including that women were to be obedient and subservient to men and Mrs. Jennings’s parents did the same with her and her two sisters.
Mrs. Jennings was the same with me, maybe it was because we were having sex and maybe she felt since we were fucking she had to be subservient to me as well. I never asked and I did not care. As long as she wanted to let me fuck her and allowed me to do some of the things I did to her, I was happy and never thought much about it. Plus, she got off on how I fucked her and treated her. I never did anything she did not find pleasurable or a turn-on for her. Yes, sometimes maybe I went a little too far, but what I did, what we did, aroused her a great deal.
Her husband never treated her that way sexually. Yes, she told me there were times she did not want to please him sexually the times he could get a full erection, or the times she used her hands to get him off. But she did it because it was her duty as his wife to obey him. He never fucked her like I did or as she told me he never pleased her sexually as I did. She still would not suck my cock or let me go down on her pussy, however. Mrs. Regina Jennings did have some fetishes of her own that came to light and with our affair that she discovered about herself.
My much older black teacher got turned on by the scent of my body when I did not shower after football practice and was smelling of sweat. She told me several times after I apologized for not having time to take a shower before she came over that it was fine and she enjoyed the way I smelled. I discovered how far she went with that fetish one day when she came over and I was in the shower.
I had been leaving the door unlocked for her to come into my apartment in case I was in the shower when she came over. One day I walked out of the shower and found her in my room holding the jockstrap I had worn to practice that day to her face and she was inhaling the scent. I never told her what I saw and watched her for several seconds. I found it erotic and a turn-on. I also found it odd she would not suck my cock but wanted to smell my dirty, sweaty cock via my jockstrap.
Another fetish she had was when it came to rough sex or me dominating her. Mrs. Jennings protested and complained about the certain ways I fucked her and the dirty things I said to her at times, but it got her off and she always submitted to what I was doing to her and allowed me to do them. She got aroused when she would play-act that I “made” her do such things and act like she did not want to. It was like a game to her. She did not want to do sexual things like a whore but it got her off when she was one. I think she got off on the shame of it all; cheating on her husband, the sin she was committing against her religious beliefs, the humiliation she allowed herself to suffer at times by the way I fucked her and the crude comments I would say to her.
I once asked my married, religious teacher if she felt guilt or shame about cheating on her husband and sinning against God. She got a little upset that evening and told me she preferred if I never mentioned that again. Mrs. Jennings did tell me that one day would come when she would ask God to forgive her she all she was doing with me, but at the moment she was enjoying the carnal lust, and often debase pleasure she was experiencing with me. She told me she had never experienced sexual or physical pleasure in her life that she was experiencing with me and wanted it to continue. Mrs. Jennings told me that one day the guilt and shame of it all would overwhelm her and she preferred not to think about it. I never brought it up again because I was worried if I did it would make her feel too guilty and she would end our affair.
I had my fantasies about her I would have enjoyed doing and even teased her about them and she would get upset and I would laugh at her. One was seeing her fuck another young, white boy. I had been in one threesome with me and my friend Michael when we both fucked Selina and I found it very hot. The other boy would not be Michael because he was black, but some other friend. Mrs. Jennings said she would never do that, but honestly, as our affair went on and with some of the things she allowed me to do with her and she got off on; I think she would have. I never seriously pushed it though because I did not want to take the chance of it ending our sexual relationship.
Another fantasy I told her I masturbated to was how I would like to see her and Mrs. Drew fuck each other and then I would join in. Sometimes I would go into detail and tell her how I would be making out with the sexy, pretty Cuban History Teacher on the couch while Mrs. Jennings was on her knees sucking my cock. How I would tell her to go down on Mrs. Drew’s pussy as I fondled the other woman’s tits. How Mrs. Drew and I would dominate her and make her our sex toy. I of course knew that was never going to happen. Fucking one teacher was something I was lucky to do and adding another one was impossible, especially another religious woman. Mrs. Jennings would get mad and jealous. She was a very jealous woman when it came to me.
She would constantly ask if I was having sex with another girl or would bring up and question me about girls I talked to at school. I was not jealous of her at all and as I mentioned before I could have cared less if she was getting gang banged by every male student in my class. Thing was, I never did fuck another girl while Mrs. Jennings and I were having our affair.
Her jealousy did come to a point that I thought was going to end our affair, but only made things better and kinkier between us. Her lust for me and her need and desire for me was more powerful than her jealousy.
It was about a little over a month since we started our affair. We had been fucking every Tuesday and Thursday when she came over to tutor me for the SATs. There was not a single tutor session that did not end up with us fucking. It was a Tuesday after a grueling practice. Our coach was pissed because we had barely beaten a team that we should have crushed by at least four touchdowns. They were the worst team in our division and we had won by just two points. We as a team played awful. Our Monday practice was brutal and on Tuesday our coach did not think we learned our lesson and made the Tuesday practice just a brutal.
I took a shower when I got home and since our practice ran late I left the door unlocked for Mrs. Jennings. When I got out of the shower, I walked into my bedroom and saw Mrs. Jennings sitting on my bed looking at a magazine and other magazines stacked up on the bed next to her. She had decided to clean my room while I was in the shower. Another aspect that showed how subservient she was to the men in her life. She felt it was her place as the woman to clean my room. She had also found my porn magazine stash.
“Is this what you like?” She asked in an angry tone and held up the magazine. “This, these, these types of girls? These whores like the one I saw you talking to outside last week?”
The one she saw me talking to was my neighbor, Nicole. Nicole was sixteen and lived with her twenty-five-year-old sister. Their mother had died of cancer at an early age and their father was like my father, he wanted nothing to do with his kids. Both were very pretty girls and Nicole was extremely sweet and never did fall for my bullshit when I flirted with her, but we got along great and were friends.
My mother loved the girls and felt sorry for them and when she had time and not working she would invite them to dinner on occasion or bake them cookies or other treats.
The Afternoon Mrs. Jennings was talking about was when I was outside talking to Nicole while she was waiting for a friend to pick her up to take her to work. Nicole worked part-time at a local restaurant as a hostess and the sleazy owner made his female employees wear revealing uniforms. She was wearing a very short mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and a crop top with the restaurant’s name over her small breasts.
This was the early eighties and we did not have the internet so porn was not so readily available online to watch. The VCR was just becoming a household name and they were expensive at the time, and my mother could not afford one so renting a porn video was something one could not easily do. I relied on porn magazines. My three magazines were not the tame Playboy or Penthouse, but nasty ones. High Society and two Club International magazines.
The Club magazine was very explicit and had sex scenes of girls using sex toys, girls getting fucked by men (sometimes multiple men), and explicit lesbian images. It was one of my favorite magazines and the one Mrs. Jennings was holding up to me. The magazine was opened to a scene of two men double penetrating a very attractive blonde girl. The image covered both the right and left pages.
“These are disgusting!” She yelled. “I can’t believe you would look at these filthy pictures!” Mrs. Jennings put that magazine down and picked up another one, “And…and this one. These pages are stuck together! You don’t think I don’t know what that means! You…you touch and pleasure yourself while looking at these!”
I was not angry; I was more amused than mad. Mrs. Jennings sure was cute when she was angry. But what amused me more was that when I first saw her looking at the magazine it took a couple of seconds before she noticed I was in the room. During those couple of seconds, she was looking at the picture of the two men and the blonde girl, Mrs. Jennings was using her left hand to trace over her nipple through her blouse and bra. I kept silent and let her rant for a little longer and she stood up.
“I think I should just leave! I am not like these girls in these obscene magazines or like the whores you seem to enjoy, like…like that tramp I saw you talking to!” I wanted to tell her she was cheating on her husband with a seventeen-year-old student so what type of woman did she think she was, but I didn’t.
“Nicole is a nice girl. You don’t even know her so don’t judge her,” I defended my neighbor.
“Nice girl? I saw the way she was dressed. Nice girls don’t dress that way.”
“She was going to work and that is what she has to wear to work.”
“Where does she work? Some street corner,” Mrs. Jennings picked up the magazines off my bed. “I am leaving. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t be like the girls you apparently like. I won’t be a whore like they are.”
She stood in front of my bed for a moment and I knew she wanted me to apologize and try and talk her into staying, but I didn’t. I was no longer amused and now was angry with her.
I chuckled at her hypocrisy, “Fine, leave. I don’t care.”
Mrs. Jennings, carrying my magazines, walked out of my room and I followed her. “You are taking my magazines?” I asked once we were back in the living room and she was putting the magazines in her tote bag.
“Yes, I am going to put them where they belong, in the trash.” Mrs. Jennings picked up her purse. “I should burn them first.” Mrs. Jennings left my apartment.
I was angry at her for being so jealous. I hated jealousy in a girl. I never got jealous of a girl, but maybe that was because I never had any real feelings for a girl. Yes, I liked the girls I had sex with, I enjoyed their company, and I was friends with them; but I was never in love with any of them. I may have felt a more emotional attachment to Mrs. Jennings than the other four girls I have had sex with, but I was not in love with her. While I found her jealousy amusing at first it did start to annoy me and the day she left my apartment with my porn magazines, her jealousy did piss me off.
For the next two weeks, Mrs. Jennings ignored me. I saw her in the halls at school between classes and in the cafeteria sitting with her husband but she never talked to me or even looked my way. Well, fuck her, I thought. It was fun while it lasted but there were plenty of girls I could fuck. I was even working on a pretty black girl my age that lived in my neighborhood. I was not making much progress with her, however. She seemed open to my flirtations but her father watched her like a hawk and was not too happy a white boy was showing interest in his daughter.
Mrs. Jennings also changed her looks. She got her hair cut and styled it differently. It was cut above her ears and styled into a kinky, semi-afro on top of her head to make it look more natural. She looked so much sexier that way. The English teacher also started wearing different clothes. While they still met the school’s requirement for the girl’s dress code they were not as loose-fitting as the outfits she used to wear. They were not skin tight but did show off the curves of her butt and breasts more. I still wanted her badly.
To make matters worse I was going through a dry spell when it came to sex. Selina was dating a boy she told me she was in love with and was not interested in cheating on him. I guessed she did like the other boy because in the past she never had an issue with cheating on boys she dated. Rhonda and her sister had moved out of the neighborhood and the black girl, Isis, was enjoying my attention but not giving it up to a white boy. I was left to jerking off and as much as I tried to stop it, Regina Jennings always entered my masturbation fantasies. I could apologize to Mrs. Jennings and beg her but I was an arrogant asshole and not going to do that.
It was over two weeks since she got mad at my porn magazines and on a Sunday afternoon, I heard from my teacher. I had just gotten back from jogging and started working out with my weight. My mother, who was off that day, knocked on my bedroom door.
“Patrick, phone call. It’s Mrs. Jennings,” she told me after I told her she could come into my room.
I picked up my phone. “Yeah,” I said into the mouthpiece.
“Yes, ma’am,” My mother corrected me and rolled her eyes at my disrespect.
“Sorry. Yes, ma’am,” I corrected myself, and my mother left my room.
Mrs. Jennings waited until she heard the click when my mother hung the other phone up. “What…what are you doing?” She asked in a whisper.
“Working out,” I was curt with her.
“I don’t have a lot of time to talk, Richard is changing clothes. We just got back from church.”
“OK,” was all I said. What did I care about what her husband was doing or where they had been. There was a pause as if she was waiting for me to say something else, but I didn’t. I was still angry with her. I didn’t like playing mind games.
“Can…can you meet me in about an hour? I would like to talk.” She finally said.
I sighed, “Yeah I guess, but I am going with my mom to eat at my grandparents tonight so I don’t have a lot of time.”
“It…it won’t take long,” she assured me. “I don’t have much time either. I am going to the grocery store but can meet you for a moment. Can you meet me off four seventy-five? At the rest area? In about an hour?”
“Sure,” I said and she hung up.
I-475 is a short eight-mile bypass around our city. Back then it was rarely used and it had one rest area and one exit off it. It was so rarely used that was where kids I hung out with who were into the muscle cars would go to race. Not knowing where Mrs. Jennings lived, I assumed it was close to her house. It would be a great place to meet and not be seen by someone we knew. It would take about twenty minutes for me to get there so I did a few more bench presses, did not shower or even bother to change my clothes, and went to meet Mrs. Jennings.
I was expecting her to tell me our affair was over. That made me even angrier at her. I was not angry because she may have wanted to end our affair; that was something I knew would come eventually once her guilt and religious morals got to her. I was angry because she would end the affair over her being stupidly jealous and her hypocrisy of it since she was married and still had sex with her husband.
Mrs. Jennings had parked in the back parking lot of the rest area where the tractor-trailer truck parking was. It was easy to spot her older model station wagon because there were only two trucks in the lot and she parked away from them. I parked, got out of my car, walked to hers, and got in her car. She looked around as if someone we knew might see us.
Mrs. Jennings was wearing a pair of dark pink Capri pants and a light pink blouse. Besides that day in the music room, I had never seen her wear anything but dresses or skirts. On her face was a pair of black-framed, cat’s eye sunglasses. I thought she looked sexy with the sunglasses and her new hairstyle. I had put on a pair of khaki shorts and a tee-shirt with a Motley Crue logo on it. I was a huge fan of the Crue when I was a teenager.
Even though I thought she looked sophisticated and sexy I was still mad at her. Even though I could be an asshole at that age, I was a pretty easy-going guy and did not have much of a temper and I was not a bully. While on the football field in my linebacker position I hit hard, played rough, and trashed talked the players on the other team; but I did not get angry and was very sportsmanship-like. The previous year in a game I and the senior boy who played defensive end sacked the opposing team’s quarterback and we broke his leg. I felt awful about it. We broke it pretty bad and we heard the bone snap. However, when I did get mad at someone I tended to stay angry with them for a long time.
“Thank you for meeting me,” Mrs. Jennings said as she smiled at me.
“I don’t have a lot of time because I need to get home and shower and change before I go over to my grandparents so tell me what you are going to tell me.” It came out harshly and Mrs. Jennings looked a little stunned at my tone.
“I, I, well…I just want to say…Patrick, I, I am just trying to tell you…” she stammered out. She seemed nervous and a little put off by the tone of my voice.
“Look, Mrs. Jennings, I don’t like games and I would have thought you would be too old to play games like high school girls…girls my age.” I was being an asshole by referring to our age difference.
While her being so much older than me was a huge turn-on for me and I think it turned her on that I was only seventeen and a student she taught, I never really brought it up before. “If you are going to end it; then end it. I don’t have time for some long explanation. I can always find another girl to fuck and maybe you can find some other man closer to your age to fuck around on ole Dick with.”
“That was mean,” she said as she turned her body toward mine. She sounded hurt. After a short pause, I heard her swallow, “I, I did not ask you to meet me here to break things off or to play games. I came to say I was sorry for how I acted and…and I missed you. I missed you a great deal.” She reached out and placed her hand on mine.
I took her small, delicate hand in mine, “I don’t like jealousy, Mrs. Jennings. I don’t like how you accuse me of having sex with every girl I talk to, especially since you are married and fucking your husband on occasion. If I was fucking another girl I would tell you. I would not hide it.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” Mrs. Jennings whined out. “It’s just that I am not as pretty as those girls you talk to and they are so much younger than me and I am not used to this…having an affair. I know I am reasonably attractive but not all as pretty as the girls you talk to or like those girls in the filthy magazines you look at.” Mrs. Jennings removed her sunglasses. “I, I know I don’t do the things those girls do and the other girls you have been with do. I know that disappoints you and does not satisfy your needs.”
“That’s bullshit. I have told you a million times how pretty I think you are and how sexy I think you are and how much your body, your ass, your big tits, and huge black nipples turn me on,” I assured her. “Yeah I wish sometimes you would be more willing to do some things I have done with other girls but fucking you is very satisfying.”
“Language, Patrick,” Mrs. Jennings chastised me over my words. She turned her head and looked down at her lap. “I, I could try to. I could try to be like those girls in those magazines. I could try to be a whore for you,” she said in an almost whisper.
“What do you mean?”
She looked up at me, “I could try to do those things if you want me to. I could let you do things to me that you want to do.” She looked down at her lap, “I want you to be satisfied with me.”
At that time in our affair, I had yet to figure out Mrs. Jennings’s submissive desire to make her suggestion of what we did sexually seem like was my idea or that she was willing to do them just to please me. Later in our relationship, I came to realize what she was telling me that Sunday afternoon was; “I want to try and do those things. Want to know what it’s like to be a whore. I want you to make me be and treat me like your whore.”
“You don’t mean that and I don’t think you know what you are saying,” I tell her.
“I do, baby, I, I promise.” She reached over and put her hand on my thigh. “I, I will other do things with you. I promise.”
“OK but you have to promise that you are willing to let me do whatever I want and don’t stop me.”
“You, you won’t hurt me will you?”
I chuckled and reached up and ran my hand over her cheek. “Of course not. I don’t want to hurt you and if you want me to stop I will stop. You just have to give things a chance and if you don’t like it then I will stop and not do it again. But if you like it, regardless of how dirty you think it is or how much it embarrasses you, then just enjoy it.”
Mrs. Jennings turned her face and pressed her lips against my hand and kissed it, “I, I will try. I promise.”
“Are you coming over Tuesday night?”
Mrs. Jennings shook her head, “I can’t. Not this week. I have to help with the fall festival we are having at church.” She then smiled at me, “Richard…well…he is going out of town Thursday. He is going to Atlanta all weekend for a Christian school principal conference. He won’t be back until Sunday afternoon. Maybe…maybe you could come over to my house Friday after your game?”
“We have a by-week this week. We don’t have a game Friday,” I told her. “Do you think it would be safe for me to come over?”
Mrs. Jennings nodded, “Yes. You can park in the garage and no one would see your car.”
“I could spend the night if you would like.”
Mrs. Jennings gave me a large smile, “Yes. I would like that. I have missed you a great deal, darling.”
“And you sure you want to be, as you called it, my whore? You want to be my whore Friday night?”
Mrs. Jennings’s smile faded and she blushed but also had a slight look of fear on her face, “I, I…yes. If…if you want I…I can be that both Friday and Saturday night.”
I laughed, “One step at a time. I may have plans for Saturday night with my friends.”
Mrs. Jennings nodded, “I need to go now, baby. I have to go to the grocery store.”
Mrs. Jennings leans her head to me and I lean mine to her and we kiss. It starts as a quick kiss goodbye but as I pull away she puts her arms on my shoulders and pulls me back to her. We started kissing passionately. As we are making out I start to kiss her neck and guide her hand to my hard cock. Mrs. Jennings does not hesitate and starts running her hand up and down my shaft over my shorts. She sure did like touching my cock and body.
“Please, baby, I need to go,” she whispers out but still keeps rubbing my penis.
I ignore her and she gasps out as I start kissing her ear and licking it. She may have to go but she did not want to. She does not stop me when I start to unbutton her blouse or when I lift her bra and expose her large breasts and lovely dark, erect nipples. She gives another gasp of pleasure when I take one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and start to play with it.
“I want you to suck my cock,” I tell her.
“Patrick…ohhh God that feels good…uhhh I love when you do that,” She moans out as I continue to play with her sensitive nipple and kiss her neck. “I, oh baby, I don’t do that…you…please don’t ask me to.”
I take her ear lobe in my mouth and run my tongue over her ear lobe and her outer ear parts and around her entrance to her ear canal; I know that drives her crazy. I pinch her nipple gently. Mrs. Jennings makes a squeaking cry of pleasure.
“You want to do what other girls do with me. You said you want to be my whore,” I whisper in her ear. “Whores suck cock.”
Mrs. Jennings pulls away from me and looks into my eyes. Her face is flushed with arousal and from blushing. “I, I have never done that before,” she admits.
“Never?” I had thought that she had at least tried to give a blow job and just did not like it and that was why she kept telling me she did not do that. I had no idea she had never even tried. It made sense, however, since her husband was the only person she ever had sex with until she and I started our affair.
Mrs. Jennings shook her head, “No. It’s, it’s not something nice girls do.”
I smiled at her, “Well you said you don’t want to be a nice girl for me.”
“Do, do I have it do it now? Do it here? What if someone sees?”
I nodded, “Yes. You got me all horny. No one will see. There is no one here but the two trucks across the parking lot and if one of them does see us then they will just think you are some lot lizard.”
“Lot lizard?”
“A prostitute who hangs around truck stops,” I tell her with a chuckle.
“Patrick!” Mrs. Jennings pulled her bra over her breasts and started to button her blouse but I grab her hands and stop her.
“I want to see your boobs as you give me a blow job. I like your tits.”
“I…I…baby, please. I promise I will do it…try to do it Friday night. Just, just not here,” she whined out.
“No, I need one. You got me horny and I need a blow job now.”
I sit back on the seat and unbutton my shorts, pull them down, and then my underwear down. My hard cock springs up. I smile when I see Mrs. Jennings look at it. She is staring at my penis as if she can’t take her eyes off of it.
“But…Patrick, it’s so big. I don’t know if I can.” She whines out but keeps looking at my hard dick.
She is not telling me it’s so big to flatter me; my cock is larger than average size and I knew it and it was one reason I was such a cocky asshole and very confident when it came to sex when I was younger.
“Yes you can,” I assured her. “I want to see those thick lips around my cock.”
The older woman looked up at me and bit her lip, a habit I found out she had when she was nervous, and nodded. “Ok, but, but please don’t tease me about it. I, I have never done this before.”
I smiled, “I won’t. I promise and I am sure you will be fine. I will tell you what to do. Put your sunglasses back on. That will be so sexy seeing you suck my cock while you are wearing them.”
Mrs. Jennings’s car was an older model and the front seat was a bench-type seat. I moved my body a little to position it to face her and she moved and put her knees on the seat and faced me and put her sunglasses on.
“Unbutton your top and lift your bra,” I told her. “I want to see your tits.”
Mrs. Jennings did as I told her and then reached down and took my shaft in her small, delicate hand. She started to stroke it slowly. I moaned out and my teacher lowered her head to my lap as I watched her. She did not take my cock in her mouth right away; when her face was close to my crotch she closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. I could not help but chuckle. I had been running and working out hard before I came to meet her and I knew my crotch had a heavy musky, sweet scent to it and I knew that smell turned her on.
“You like that don’t you? That smell of my stinky cock?”
Mrs. Jennings looked up at me, “You said you would not tease me.”
“I am not teasing you. I find it sexy that you like the smell of my body after I have been sweating a lot,” I told her. “So tell me; you like it don’t you?” Mrs. Jennings blushed and nodded. “No, tell me.” My tone was more authoritative now.
“Yes. I like it a great deal,” She admitted with an embarrassed voice.
“Good. Now see if you like the taste as much as you like the smell of a skanky dick,” I said harshly.
Maybe more harshly than I intended to say, but part of me was still angry at her for trying to play games with me over her jealousy. In truth, I wanted to grab a hand full of her hair and force her to suck my cock and shove it down her throat and fuck her mouth like the whore she promised to be for me. I refrained from my desire since it was her first time and I could always do that the upcoming Friday night.
Mrs. Jennings parted her lips, moved her head back down, and took my large, hard cock into her mouth. It was not the best blow job I had up until then, but for her first time, she did rather well. Of course, I was also an always horny seventeen-year-old boy and any blow job would have felt great.
Mrs. Jennings started slow and took my verbal instructions well. She took just the tip of my cock into her mouth at first and I told her to run her tongue over the head as she sucked it. The older woman held the base of my shaft and I soon told her to take more of my penis in her mouth. Mrs. Jennings took my cock deeper in her mouth and down her throat as far as she could until she started gagging and coughing up her saliva on my penis. She took me out of her mouth; gagged and coughed a few more times, caught her breath, and started to suck my cock again.
I let her go at her own pace. She gagged and choked and took her mouth off my cock several more times until she got used to how much of my cock she could take in her mouth and down her throat without gagging and soon she got into a nice rhythm and her head bobbed up and down faster. She appeared to be enjoying giving me a blow job and started making these delightful, muffled whimpers.
I kept my eyes on her and rested my right hand on the back of her head and reached down with my left hand and started to play with her erect nipples. Mrs. Jennings gave a muffled gasp of pleasure as she kept sucking my cock. Her spit had started to run out of her mouth and down her chin and onto my shaft. She looked so sexy sucking my cock in the sunglasses.
“Use your hand on me also,” I moaned out. Her blow job felt so good. Mrs. Jennings started stroking my slick shaft in tempo with her mouth and started going faster.
I soon felt my orgasm coming on. “Fuck that’s so good. You suck cock so good,” I moaned out. “I am going to cum.”
I expected my teacher to take her mouth off my cock but she kept sucking me and my body jerked when I came in her mouth she made a whimpering sound of surprise but she kept jerking my cock, swallowing, and milking it of my cum. When my orgasm ended, Mrs. Jennings kept milking my cock and licking the head in her mouth until my penis became very sensitive and I gently pushed her off my dick. She started licking the shaft and kissing my pelvis area and inhaling my scent as she looked up at me.
“Damn, that was good,” I told her.
Mrs. Jennings looked lifted her head, wiped her mouth, and swallowed hard. “Did…was I ok? Did you like it?” She removed her sunglasses.
I reached over and caressed her cheek. “You did very well for your first time,” I assured her. “I was surprised you let me cum in your mouth and swallowed.”
Mrs. Jennings blushed again as she buttoned up her blouse. “I, I didn’t know what to do with it. I didn’t want you to spray it all over my clothes or car. Was…I…was I not supposed to let you do it in my mouth?”
I chuckled at the innocence of her voice. “No, that was great. I liked cumming in your mouth and you swallowing it.”
“I, it felt very nice,” she admitted. “I liked how it felt and I, well, I liked the taste of it.” She blushed deeply as she told me. “You liked it didn’t you? You liked sucking my cock and tasting my cum, didn’t you?”
Mrs. Jennings blushed. “Yes,” she admitted after a slight pause. “I would like to do it again sometime.”
I laughed. “Sometimes? You are going to be putting those sexy, black, full lips around my dick many times,” I assured her. “You are going to suck my white dick so many times you will become a great cocksucker.”
Mrs. Jennings blushed again at my words but did not say anything. She just stared at the steering wheel of her car. I knew I was humiliating her and did so on purpose.
“You will become such a cock sucking, black whore and love it so much that you may even start giving your limp dicked husband blow jobs,” I told her to humiliate her even more.
Mrs. Jennings jerked her head to look at me. I knew my last comment had gone too far when I mentioned her husband and made her angry.
“We agreed not to talk about Richard and I don’t appreciate the lack of respect you have for him. He is a good man,” She told me in a harsh tone. “You can’t…”
I stopped her lecture about her husband and my crude comments about him by cupping her chin, leaning in, and kissing her passionately. Her body tightened for about a second and then it relaxed and she wrapped her arms around me my neck and started kissing me back.
I had no problem kissing a girl after she sucked my cock and I came in her mouth and she swallowed. I did not want to eat my cum or anything but kissing her after I didn’t have an issue with it.
We kissed with an intense passion for several moments and when she pulled away she was panting from pleasure and desire.
“Patrick, I need to go now,” she told me.
“I know. I do as well,” I said as I pulled up my shorts.
We kissed once more and I got out of her car, walked to mine as she drove off, and I drove home. On the way home I started to think about what I was going to do to her Friday night. When she first told me she would be willing to do more with me sexually and even said she would be a whore for me, I was a little taken back by her words and didn’t think much about it. Now as I drove home I started to think about it.
She was willing to be, as she called it, my whore and I was going to treat her as just that. On the drive back home to my apartment I started to form a plan in my head of all the things I was going to do to her or at least try to do to her until she stopped me. I was going to keep my word and not do anything she did not like and would stop if she wanted me to, but I was going to see just how far Mrs. Jennings was willing to go when it came to her willingness to be my whore.
