The old saying about not looking a gift horse in the mouth applied here and I was not going to. Mrs. Jennings was asking me, almost pleading with me, to kiss her before she changed her mind and I was more than eager to oblige her. As my older teacher’s hands were under my tee-shirt and caressing up and down my chest I leaned my head down as she brought hers up and our lips met.
Our lips touched and then she parted her mouth and I did the same with mine and soon we were kissing with passion. Mrs. Jennings made a faint whimper-like sound as I pulled her body closer to mine and then she gasped into my mouth as I unzipped the zipper on the back of her skirt and it slid off her body to her feet. Mrs. Jennings broke our kiss and giggled.
“That was fast. You seemed to know exactly where my zipper was,” she told me with a smile on her face as she continued to caress the front of my upper body and stomach.
“Yeah well, I had been checking out your ass all day at school so yes I knew where the zipper was,” I grinned down at her.
“Oh my,” she breathed out and started kissing me again.
I slid my hands under the waistband of her pantyhose and panties and gave her ample butt cheeks a gentle squeeze. Mrs. Jennings gasped into my mouth as my hands started caressing her butt. It was tight and firm, more so than I expected from such a large ass. She said another “Oh my” as I lifted her off her feet, she wrapped her hands around my neck, and her legs around my waist as I carried her to my bed. I gently sat the petite, older woman on the edge of my bed and she looked at me as I took off my shirt and then my shorts.
“Oh God, you are so beautiful, Patrick,” she told me in a husky voice. I had been called handsome, good-looking, and even hot by girls before but never beautiful. Once again Mrs. Jennings ran her hands up the front of my body, starting at my stomach. “Your…your body is so muscular and firm and so exquisite.” She looked at my crotch and blushed. My penis was fully erect and noticeable beneath my underwear.
“Thank you. I am glad you find it attractive.” I worked hard on my body and was proud of it and I enjoyed hearing people compliment me on how it looked and how good shape I was in, but hearing Mrs. Jennings telling me it was exquisite made me even more proud of it.
As she kept running her hands over my stomach, and chest and entwining my chest hairs in her fingers, I looked down. I liked the contrast of her black skin against my white body. I reached down and started to unbutton her blouse. Mrs. Jennings did not stop me and once unbuttoned she removed it. God, she had a nice pair of breasts. Yes, I thought, about thirty-six C cup at least. I started to remove her bra and she stopped me.
“Don’t…please. Turn around while I get undressed.”
I wanted to tell her no and that I wanted to watch her undress but I was afraid if I did she would change her mind and leave so I turned around. Lucky there was a glass framed poster on the opposite wall of my room and I could see Mrs. Jennings’s reflection very well through it. She removed her white bra and freed her breasts. They were large as I expected and while they did have a little sag to them, that came more from the size of her breasts than her age and they were not droopy. Her breasts were tipped with large areoles about the circumference of a soda can and tipped with puffy dark nipples. I thought the large areoles and puffy nipples and the color contrast of how darker her nipples were compared to her skin color were sexy.
Getting a much better look at her body now that it was not hidden by the loose-fitting clothes she wore, I noticed her waist was not as thin as I thought and her thighs were thicker than I thought also. The loose dresses and skirts she always wore could not hide the curve of her breasts or butt much, but they did hide her waits and upper legs.
Her waist was thicker around than I imagined and so were her thighs. Her waist and thighs were not fat at all and looked fit, but they were not muscular either. Her body looked very feminine.
I watched her reflection as she removed her pantyhose. The way she rolled down her stockings was sensual without her intending it to be and I thought that was hot. She then stood up and removed her panties. Before she got back on the bed I got a nice look at her crotch and could see a perfect triangle of black pubic hair above her pussy.
“You need to clean your room and it smells like a boys’ locker room in here,” she said and giggled.
My room was a mess. I had dirty clothes tossed haphazardly around the laundry bin in the corner, clean clothes in a separate pile on top of my chest of drawers, the bed was not made up, in one corner of the room my weights were scattered about the floor next to the weight bench, and I had empty Gatorade and water bottles on the floor next to the weights. She was right the room did have a musky, sweaty smell.
“And how would you know what a boys’ locker room smelled like,” I teased back without turning around.
I heard her giggle again, “I meant how I would imagine how one smelled.” I saw her look down and knew she was blushing again, “I…the…the smell I don’t mind. I…I like it,” she added in a low embarrassed voice.
“Can I turn around now? I want to see you naked.”
“Wait.”
Through the reflection, I saw her turn around and got my first look at her naked butt. It was amazing and looked how it felt, large but firm. I again noticed the thigh gap between her thick thighs and got a glimpse of her pussy. I watched her reflection as she got in my bed and pulled the bedsheet to her neckline.
“OK, you can turn around now.”
I was disappointed she was not going to let me see her naked body but once again I did not say anything because I was worried if I did she would leave. I turned around and walked to the bed as she watched me. I had plain white sheets on the bed and it may have been odd to point out or make a big deal about, but the white sheet against her black skin was so sexy to me. I could even see her dark areoles through the sheets and the erect nipples were pushing against the thin material. When I stood next to the bed I pulled down my underwear and my hard cock sprang free. Unlike Mrs. Jennings, I was not so shy about being seen naked.
“Oh my heavens,” she gasped out. “It’s…it’s so big…I did not know they…that it could be that big.” Her voice did not sound scared but it did have a worried tone to it.
Again, that was something odd I thought. Yes, I knew I had a large cock, but it was not like the world’s biggest penis and while at seventeen I was a cocky shit and liked to think it was, but I knew there were many cocks out there larger than mine. I never would have imagined the only penis she had ever seen was her fat husband’s. Surely she had seen more than just his and now mine? No one was that naive or innocent right? Especially a thirty-seven-year-old woman?
I did not respond to her but instead got on the bed and knelt in front of Mrs. Jennings’s face, my hard cock just an inch or two from her. Mrs. Jennings quickly moved her body to the other side of the bed like she was afraid of my cock. She still kept the sheet clutched to her body.
“I want you to suck my cock, Mrs. Jennings.”
She frowned, “Patrick I told you I don’t like that type of language and…and I don’t do that. I won’t do that. It’s vulgar and obscene and disgusting and…and it’s not something people should do when they are intimate and only a whore does that type of thing.”
Damn was I disappointed. Mrs. Jennings had nice, big, full lips that I thought were sexy, but she had a small mouth and I wanted to see her put those lips around my cock and to see how she would have to stretch that little mouth open to fit my larger than average penis between her lips. I did not complain however, why should I? I was about to fuck Mrs. Regina Jennings. I was about to fuck my teacher. I was going to fuck an older woman who I thought was very sexy and fuck my first black woman.
To add to my desire for her, I was going to cuckold that fat son-of-a-bitch husband of hers who hated me and who I hated. Even though she was not going to give me a blow job and had backed away from my cock I noticed her eyes had remained focused on my erect penis ever since I removed my underwear.
“Touch it at least,” I told her.
Mrs. Jennings moved close to me and extended her hand tentatively and put it on my hard cock. I looked down and saw that her fingers could not go completely around my erection. I knew I was larger than average and the girth of my penis was larger than average but that was not the only reason she could not put her hand around it, Mrs. Jennings had very small delicate, thin, hands and fingers.
Again the color contrast of her black fingers on my white cock was arousing. She did not grip my penis tight and jerk it, but instead ran her hand lightly up and down my erection, gliding her hand until she touched the head of my cock and back down. I let out a moan when her soft hands touched the tip of my penis.
“It’s so hard and warm,” Mrs. Jennings said keeping her eyes on my cock. The way her voice sounded was as if she never touched a man’s cock before. “I shouldn’t be touching you like this or…or the way I touch your body but I can’t help it.” She still kept running her hand up and down my penis.
I reached down to pull the sheet off of her, I wanted to see her naked body, but the older woman held them tight to her chest with her free hand and would not let me pull them down.
“You don’t have to be shy or ashamed about your body, Mrs. Jennings. I think you are very sexy and I want to see you.”
Mrs. Jennings looked up at me and furrowed her brow, “I am not ashamed of my body. I think I have an attractive body and I am not shy about it. I work very hard to keep in shape. It’s just wrong and sinful for a man to look at a woman the way you want to look at me. To lust after someone like that,” she paused and looked away from me and let go of my cock, “for me to lust after you as I do.”
I was about to reply with some type of comment to convince her to let me see her naked body when I had a moment of clarity about her comments about seeing me naked, touching my body the way she did, fondling my cock, and about seeing her body.
When our class was in their sophomore year we had to take a state-mandated sex education class and they separated the boys and girls and it was her husband Mr. Jennings who taught the boys. Naturally, they taught abstinence and to wait until you are married to have sex and they did not discuss safe sex with condoms or talk about STDs. Mr. Jennings also talked about how it was a sin for a man to lust after a girl and her body and how sex was for procreation and not to fulfill a man’s sinful, lustful pleasure. He then talked about how when a husband and wife have sex the man should not move his body and as he put it, wiggle and push inside her. He was telling the boys when you have sex with your wife you just put your penis inside her and lay there until you orgasm and you don’t fuck her by thrusting in and out of her.
“Were you a virgin when you got married?” I asked Mrs. Jennings.
She looked at me as if insulted and again moved to the other side of my double-sized bed. “Of course I was.”
I knew Mrs. Jennings and her husband got married when she was twenty-one and he was ten years older than her. Mr. Jennings told us that when he taught his lame sex education class. If she was a virgin when she got married and he was the only man she ever had sex with and by how he believes how sex is done would mean Mrs. Jennings had never been really fucked in her life.
She was thirty-seven and had been married for seventeen years and never had a man touch and kiss her body the way I wanted to, never had a man lust after her the way I did, and never had a man fuck her the way I wanted to fuck her. If she thought I was going to put my cock in her pussy and just lay on top of her like her husband did she was mistaken.
Mrs. Jennings frowned at me, “I am pretty sure I don’t need to ask you that question judging from the type of girl I saw earlier.” Once again she sounded jealous. I chuckled at that. I enjoyed the thought of her being jealous. “I…I think I should leave now. This was a very huge mistake,” she told me but did not move to get out of the bed. Mrs. Jennings looked at me as If she wanted me to give her a reason to stay. I did.
I got in the bed and under the sheets as Mrs. Jennings watched me and kept her modesty and did not allow me to see her body. I pulled her close to me and started kissing her and she did not resist and she put her arms around my neck. I broke our kiss to look into her face.
I mentioned before that while I found Mrs. Jennings very attractive that she was not some hot older woman with a beautiful face or some sexy older woman who was knock-out gorgeous or like a super-hot teacher every boy in school fantasied about or you saw in movies. She was not.
This was the first time I was close enough to her face, besides when we kissed, and then I was not looking directly into her face, to get a better look at her. Her eyes had the hint of the beginning of crow’s feet wrinkles in the outside corner, but she could have easily concealed them if she wore more eye makeup. I thought her eyes were sexy and seductive with their almond shape and black eye color.
Her nose was a little wide and slightly flat with a natural upwards flare to her nostrils, her mouth jutted out slightly from her small mouth and her lips were thick and full and coated lightly with lipstick that was close to her skin tone. She wore some mascara on her lashes but no other eye makeup or makeup on her face. Her skin was smooth and free of blemishes.
I am sure if asked other men if they thought she was pretty, both black and white, they would say tell you something like, “she’s ok”. If I had to be honest with someone about the looks on her face, I would tell them while I didn’t think she was very pretty but did find her attractive. Honestly, she was normally not the type of woman I was attracted to.
That being said, I thought she was just utterly sexy as hell and I wanted her badly. From what I was able to see of her naked body so far it was fantastic with her small frame, large breasts, waist that was a little thick but not fat at all, fantastic large and firm butt, and nice legs with thick firm thighs. I know the other boys at school and even some of the girls would say her ass was too big and even she had a “black, ghetto butt”, but not me. I loved and lusted after her ass and could not wait to get a much better look at it.
“What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?” Mrs. Jennings asked as I studied her face.
I smiled, “Not at all. Was just thinking how sexy you are.”
She blushed and lowered her eyes, “No one has ever said that to me before.” She met my eyes again and smiled, “I like when you tell me that.”
I ran my hand over her cheek and kissed her again. As she kissed me back and as our tongues explored each other’s mouths I slid the sheet off of her shoulder and pulled it down to our waists. Mrs. Jennings did not resist but did let out some soft whimpers of pleasure and pressed her body harder against mine. I started kissing her neck and Mrs. Jennings slid her hands down to my back as I ran my hand down her back, past her waist, and cupped her butt. Mrs. Jennings let out a gasp as I ran my fingers down her butt crack, her body tightened when my fingers ran over her butthole and her hands moved to my chest as if to push me away. She relaxed and put her arms around me again when she realized I was not going to put a finger up her ass.
I grabbed her upper thigh gently and pulled it over my leg. I was very tempted to put my finger up her tight asshole but I knew if I tried Mrs. Jennings would have shrieked, told me she did not do such a vulgar thing, got out of the bed, and got dressed and left. Unfortunately, I knew she was not one for any anal play or anal sex, but as much as I would have liked to fuck her ass I was okay with her not doing that. Of the four girls I had sex I only did anal sex with two of them; Diane and Rhonda.
“Uhhhh…Patrick…Patrick…uhhhh my Lord…please…please put it in me.” The older woman asked me as I continued to kiss her neck and my hand ran went between her legs.
“Shhh,” I whispered in her ear, “I will, but I want us to enjoy this first. I want us to enjoy each other.”
I wanted to fuck her badly, very badly, and over a year ago I would have put my cock in her pussy and fucked her and would have had little concern for her pleasure. That was before I started my relationship with Diane. Diane taught me to be patient and how to enjoy foreplay and to give a woman pleasure before I just fucked her. Diane taught me that sex was so much more enjoyable when the man sexually pleased the woman.
I ran my hand under her butt and between Mrs. Jennings’s spread legs and lightly touched her pussy with my fingers. Mrs. Jennings’s fingers tightened on my back as I caressed the outside of her pussy. I kissed down her neck, kissed her chest, kissed her large breasts, licked her large areole, and then took her dark nipple in my mouth. My English teacher gave a loud gasping inhale and her fingers pressed harder into my back. I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth and circled my tongue around it.
“Ohhh….Jesus…ohhh Patrick…that…ohhh dear heavens that feels good,” Mrs. Jennings moaned out and pushed her pelvis hard against my leg.
I started to flick her nipple with my tongue and then inserted a finger into her pussy. I was surprised by how tight her pussy was, but my finger went into her easily because Mrs. Jennings was very wet. She gasped out again, put her hand on the back of my head, and pressed it to her chest. As she moaned out, my mouth went from one hard nipple to the other and back again. When I inserted a second finger into her tight, wet pussy Mrs. Jennings cried out loudly.
I started to finger her pussy slowly at first, inserting my two digits deep into her sex and making circular motions, and then trusting them in and out of her slowly as I continued to suck her sexy, dark, hard nipples. By the look on her face, the loud whimpering moans she was making, and the fact she did not ask me to stop I could tell she was enjoying what I was doing to her. After her earlier modesty about me seeing her body and her prudish attitude about sex, I was surprised she did not stop me.
After several moments of fingering Mrs. Jennings slowly, I started finger fucking her pussy harder as her pussy got wetter from her sex juice. I started thrusting my fingers into her even harder and my hand moved very rapidly. Mrs. Jennings started moaning louder and put her hands on my chest, I thought she was going to try and push me away but she did not. Instead, her hands started to grip my chest tight and her fingers tangled in my chest hairs she gripped the hairs on my chest and unintentionally pulled them. I did not mind the slight pain of her pulling my chest hairs as I stopped sucking her nipples and watched her face.
I thought her loud cries of pleasure and the way her face contorted were very sexy and I kept up my rapid and hard thrust into her tight pussy, which I assumed had been very neglected by her husband all the years of her marriage. Her pussy was so wet I could hear the squishy sounds it made, even over her cries of ecstasy, as I fucked her with my fingers that were now coated with her fluid.
“Ohhh Lord…ohhh God…ohhh Patrick…ohhh my God…uhhhhh Patrick,” Mrs. Jennings kept crying out in a very loud high pitched voice over and over as she dug her fingers into my chest.
I was enjoying her sexy cries and moans of pleasure, I liked girls who were loud when they got fucked, and I started to even fuck her harder and faster with my fingers. Mrs. Jennings kept crying out and then suddenly she started making a high-pitched squealing sound and then no sound at all. I looked at her black face and it was twisted in a look of bliss, her mouth was open and she looked as if she was trying to cry out or say something but no words came out, just that high-pitched sound.
I felt her body tighten in my arms, her legs shake and jerk in a series of quick twitching movements, and the muscles inside her pussy started contracting and releasing rapidly around my fingers. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth seemed stuck in an O position, her brows furrowed, and she had a look of extreme surprise on her face combined with a look of bliss. I knew she was having an orgasm so I kept finger fucking her hard and fast.
Mrs. Jennings’s orgasm lasted for several seconds and when it finally ended she once again placed her arms around my neck and she pressed her black body tight against mine and rested her head against my chest. Her legs trembled, her stomach muscles twitched, and even her pussy quivered for even a few more seconds after her orgasm ended. She lay against me panting and she was still making pleasant whimpering sounds I found sexy as she caught her breath.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them over her shoulder and looked at them. My fingers and hand were covered in her pussy fluid, which was clear, thick, and sticky. I liked how when I spread my fingers apart the fluid from her pussy would stick to my fingers and make several sticky strings between them. I brought my hand to my lips and started licking and sucking them to taste her. Damn, she tasted so good.
Panting softly now as she caught her breath, Mrs. Jennings frowned at my action but did not say anything as she saw me licking her off my fingers and hand nor did she protest or say anything as I kissed her lips after and she kissed me back with passion.
“I…I am sorry,” She whispered after we broke our kiss. She sounded ashamed.
I chuckled, “Sorry for what? Sorry for enjoying yourself?”
“Please don’t laugh at me. I…I…that never happened before,” she admitted.
“What? Cumming like you did? Ole Dick never made you cum?”
I found that hard to believe. Has she really never had an orgasm before? Surely even knowing how she and her husband had sex she would have had an orgasm? I thought she was just trying to flatter me.
Mrs. Jennings pulled away from me, pulled the sheet up to her neck, and sat up in the bed. “Please don’t talk like that and please don’t say anything bad about my husband. Richard is a good man. I good Godly man and a wonderful husband to me and what I did…what we just did is wrong. I not only betrayed my wedding vows but I sinned and betrayed my Christian beliefs.”
I sat up in bed also and Mrs. Jennings did not pull away when I put my arm around her. Honestly, I was starting to get irritated by her hiding behind her Christian values. Yes, I thought they were admirable and I knew she was a woman of high morals and integrity but she was the one who came into my room and kissed me and told me she wanted this. I could sense she wanted to talk about what had just happened and what was going to happen.
Now, this conversation took place when I was seventeen and I had forgotten the exact wordings and what was said but I will give the jest of the conversation.
“So why did you? Why did you come into my room and kiss me and get in my bed and finger fuck your pussy?”
Mrs. Jennings looked at me and even placed her head on my arm in a way lovers do. “Because I wanted this…I want this. Do you think I don’t know how beautiful you are? How the girls at school talk about you? Ever since that day in the music room all I could think about was having sex with you, kissing you, and touching you. You don’t think I struggled with it ever since that day we kissed in the music room? Patrick, I prayed and prayed every day…many times a day…and asked God to remove the temptation and thoughts of wanting you from me but He didn’t. I love my husband, Patrick, and what we did…what we may continue to do…but my feelings for you have nothing to do with love. I have affection for you but my feelings are one of lust.”
Mrs. Jennings looked at me and gave me a half-smile, “I lied to you. I knew your mother worked nights. Dwight…Coach Parker…mentioned it to me a couple of weeks ago at church when I asked how you were doing.”
The older woman moved her body and pressed it against mine, “Patrick, what we are doing and…and if we continue this I…I need to ask some…well some conditions.”
“Like what?”
“First is that you don’t tell anyone about us…even your friends that don’t go to school with you. I ask that you be honest with me. All the time and I will be honest with you. Next, I ask again please don’t say anything derogatory about my husband.” She started running her hands over my chest again and her breathing became deeper when she touched me, “We…oh my, your body is incredible,” she cleared her throat. “We….we also really need to work on your English grade so when I come over Thursday and in the future I will tutor you before we end up in your bed,” Mrs. Jennings sighed lustfully. “Lastly I…I ask that you don’t have intimate relations with other girls.”
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise. But what about you? It’s ok for you to fuck…sorry…have sex with your husband but I can’t see other girls? That does not seem fair.”
Mrs. Jennings sighed again but kept running her hands up and down my chest, “I know it does not but I am married and it’s one of my wifely duties to perform.” She smiled at me, “Plus we don’t have sex much. About twice…maybe three times every two or three months. He…I…we believe sex is for procreation as well as intimacy and I can’t get pregnant so we only have sex when his manly urges arise.”
She paused and looked away for a moment and looked back at me. “I am going to tell you this in confidence and you must promise not to tell anyone.”
“I promise,” I agreed without knowing what I was agreeing to.
“Over the last few years, Richard sometimes cannot get an erection or cannot get a full erection. Sometimes when he puts himself inside me he is not fully aroused but he still gets pleasure. Sometimes he has me just use my hand on him.”
I wanted to laugh. As bad as that sounded, to want to laugh at the poor man, I did want to. I didn’t laugh or say anything. I would have liked to tell everyone at school Ole Dick Jennings couldn’t get it up, but I promised and I do keep my word. Plus kids would want to know how I knew and that would not be a conversation I would want to have.
I thought about how neglected her pussy must be. I seriously doubted she masturbated. I did not care if she fucked her limp dick husband or not. Hell to be honest I didn’t care if she fucked other men or boys. I was not in love with her. As her feelings toward me, my feelings for her were lustful. Yes, I liked her and thought she was very attractive and sexy, even more so now that I knew she was not getting properly fucked and I got to be the person to do that to her. Honestly, I could have cared less if she was getting fucked by every boy in my class.
“Maybe I have some conditions also,” I told her.
“Such as?” she asked in a skeptical tone.
“You need to loosen up some. Not to be so uptight about sex or so prudish about your body. I think you are very sexy, Mrs. Jennings. I like talking about sex with the girl I am with. I like to talk about what makes her feel good and what makes me feel good and not be embarrassed or unwilling to talk about what I may enjoy or what she may enjoy or want to try. Just because a person has sexual desires to try something, regardless of how taboo it may sound, does not mean you have to do it. It’s just being honest with each other and you said you wanted us to be honest.” One of the many things Diane had taught me was to be open and honest and willing to discuss sexual matters with your lover.
Mrs. Jennings blushed, “I…I will try but…but there are some things I won’t do, baby. I won’t put it in my mouth for one.” She reached under the sheets and took my erect penis in her hand and started gliding her fingers up and down the shaft. “Now this I like. I like touching you here.”
She eased my anger a little but I was still slightly irritated,
“So you never answered my question.” I never did agree to her terms either as I changed the subject.
While I was going to enjoy having an affair with Mrs. Jennings I was not going to agree to not have sex with other girls. There were things the other girls I fucked in the past did and are willing to let me fuck them again liked me to do to them and things they did to me. One was giving me a blowjob, another was going down on their pussies, and then there was the anal sex. If the opportunity arose where Selina, Rhonda, or her sister Karen wanted to fuck I was not going to say no.
Another idea I had was to convince or get Mrs. Jennings to consent to those things I wanted to do to her sexually. Frankly, I would enjoy it so much if I could convert Mrs. Jennings from a sexual puritan into a whore.
“Which was what?” She asked my question with a question and brought me out of my devious thoughts.
“Has Dick…Mr. Jennings…ever made you cum? Remember we agreed on being honest with each other.” I may have asked the question out of spite for her husband. Well not maybe, I did.
Mrs. Jennings blushed but did not pull away from me and once more grabbed my cock and started gliding her hand up and down it. “I…I don’t want to discuss any more of my intimate relations with my husband but no he has not.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
Mrs. Jennings blushed once more. I enjoyed watching her blush and get embarrassed when we discussed sex or when it came to sexual things. “I was frightened at first when I felt it start to happen.”
I chuckled, “Ok but did you enjoy it?”
“It was one of the most incredible things I ever experienced,” she admitted.
I was done talking. I wanted to fuck her now and hopefully make her cum again. I thought about getting out of bed and getting a condom but I remembered she told me she could not get pregnant so I saw no need for one and she did not ask me to get one.
With Mrs. Jennings still using her hand on my hard cock, I started kissing her and once again started playing with her dark, erect nipples and again she gasped in my mouth as we kissed. Mrs. Jennings seemed to enjoy having her nipples played with. As we kissed I rolled her onto her back and she spread her legs apart for me but instead of entering her pussy right away I wanted to see it. I kneeled on the bed between her legs and grabbed her upper thighs and spread her legs further apart.
“Patrick, no please don’t look at me like this.” Mrs. Jennings used one of her arms and covered her breasts and she brought her other hand down to her pubic area and covered her sex.
“I want to see you and see your pussy,” I told her. My tone may have come across more harshly than I intended, but I was getting frustrated by her modesty and prudish values about sex and having her body looked at.
“You shouldn’t use that vulgar word or…or curse in general.” Mrs. Jennings once again chastised me for using foul language. I found her previous reprimands about me cursing humorous and was very amused by it now with her laying on her back and naked in my bed and I was about to fuck her and I chuckled.
“So it’s ok for me to finger fuck your pussy, make you cum, you like touching and stroking my cock, and I am about to fuck you; but it’s vulgar for us to talk about it?” I teased her. “I told you that you need to loosen up and learn sex can be a great deal of fun.”
“I…I am sorry. I will try. I promise I will.”
“Now let me see your pussy and take your arm off your chest. I like your big tits and dark nipples.”
Mrs. Jennings moved her hands off her pussy and her arm off her breasts and put her arms to her side. I smiled down at her and looked between her spread legs. She had that perfect upside-down triangle of pubic hair above her pussy but she was not very hairy at all around her sex but her pubic hair did cover more than I wanted. I looked back down between her legs, used my knees to spread her thighs further apart, placed my hands on the back of her upper thighs, and spread her legs even further apart as I lifted her butt a little off the bed.
I wished she had been shaved so I could see it better, but this was the 1980s and the only shaved pussy I had seen was Diane and in my porn magazines. I liked a bald pussy. I don’t think Mrs. Jennings would have shaved or removed the hair from her pussy anyway; she would have thought the idea sinful.
In the position I put her in I got a nice closeup view of her pussy and the rest of her private area. I ran my fingers over her pubic hair; it was coarser and thicker than other girls I had been with but not as much as I thought it would be and her hairs were short and straight, not curly. I looked at her pussy for a few seconds and then looked up at her face. She was blushing and flushed from the embarrassment of being exposed as she was.
“You have a sexy pussy, Mrs. Jennings. It’s a nice fat pussy and it’s so wet.” She turned her head in embarrassment. I found her embarrassment arousing.
Her pussy was sexy, but then again I was a seventeen-year-old boy and I found all girls’ pussies sexy, but I liked how hers looked. Her pussy was well defined and it was a fat pussy. Her vulva was puffy and naturally swollen, her inner and outer labia were thin and not thick or flappy looking. The slit from the entrance of her pussy to her noticeable clit hood was long. I could already see her little pink clit was swollen from arousal and peeking out from under its hood. What I liked and found very arousing was the skin tone of her private area.
The area of her vulva and the rest of her pussy was a much darker shade than her body complexion. It was almost jet black and the flesh inside her pussy and the long slit was a bright coral pink color. The same black color ran down to her taint and stopped at the entrance to her butt. Her tight-looking butthole was hairless and had a perfect black circle that puckered inwards.
Her pussy was also wet, very wet. The hairs around her vulva were damp and matted to her pussy mound, her pussy and even the area between her pussy and inner thighs were slick, and Mrs. Jennings’s taint and down to her butthole was glistening from her natural fluids. I wanted badly to lean my head down and taste her, to tease her clit with my tongue, and to even rim her delightful looking tight dark asshole; but I refrained.
I had pushed her out of her comfort zone enough already for the moment, there would be other chances to push her further. I thought if I went down on her now she would see that as going too far and she would leave. From what Mrs. Jennings hinted at earlier, this was not going to be the only time we had sex, there would be other chances for me to use my mouth on her pussy plus I was very aroused and my desire to fuck her overwhelmed my desire for further foreplay.
Still kneeling between Mrs. Jennings’s spread legs I held my hard cock and lined it up with the entrance to her pussy and slowly entered her. Mrs. Jennings was very tight, much more so than I expected, but her pussy was also very wet with her natural lubricant so my dick slid into her easily. I could, however, feel her pussy stretch to accommodate my larger than average girth and the inside wall of her pussy seemed to grip my cock tight. As I entered her I kept my eyes locked on her pussy and enjoyed seeing my penis go inside her and seeing her pussy stretch open. The contrast of my white cock going into her black pussy was exciting to see.
“Ohhhh…ohhh my God….ohhhh, Patrick…slow…please go slow…ohhh, baby, it’s so big.” When Mrs. Jennings gasped out and moaned I took my eyes off her pussy and looked up at her face and upper body.
The older woman still had her hands by her sides and her small hands gripped the bed sheet tight, her head was thrown back, and her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open and her lips shaped into an O form. She looked so sexy. Mrs. Jennings let out a long-drawn-out moan as I pushed deeper into her and I saw her fingers grip the sheets even tighter. I was a little halfway inside her now.
“Are you ok? Am I hurting you?” I asked but in truth, I did not care, and if she said yes I was not going to stop. Yeah, I knew I could be such an asshole.
“No…oh God no…it feels so good…it’s just…just I…” Mrs. Jennings panted but did not finish her sentence.
“Fuck your pussy is so tight and wet,” I blurted out. “Just what?”
“Please…please, baby…just…more…please put it inside me more. Ohhh my Lord…ohhhh Patrick!” Mrs. Jennings’s tone was more pleading and I liked it but I was not going to let her off the hook. Embarrassing her turned me on and she gave a loud moaning scream when started teasing her clit with my forefinger.
“Ohhh, God…ohhh, Patrick…Oh, baby…please…stop…please,” The older woman cried out as I continued to tease her clit, and still not completely inside her pussy I started to rotate my hips. Mrs. Jennings kept moaning out and threw her hands over her head and gripped the top of my headboard hard and pushed herself to me; trying to make my penis go deeper into her but I backed away a little. I so did want to fuck her and fuck her hard but now I was enjoying teasing her.
“Damn this pussy feels so good, Mrs. Jennings. Why stop? You don’t like me playing with your clit? The other girls I have fucked enjoyed it.” Yes, I purposely mentioned me fucking other girls.
“Yes…ohhh, baby, yes….it…it feels good…ohhh God does it feel good, it’s…ohhh, Patrick, please….ohhh please it’s just so, so intense,” the English teacher moaned out.
She tried to remove my finger from her clit but I stopped her and put her arm back over her head. Her tight, wet pussy felt so good around my cock and I had a difficult time controlling my urges just to fuck her and cum; but I refrained because teasing her and hearing her beg amused and excited me. I seriously doubted Mrs. Jennings ever had her clit played with. Lucky for me and Mrs. Jennings, Diane had taught me all about a woman’s clitoris and how much it gave a woman pleasure. Before I started fucking Diane, I knew nothing about a woman’s clit.
As I toyed with Mrs. Jennings’s clit, I pushed inside her about another inch and continued to rotate my hips, and ignored her cries for me to stop. I knew she did not want me to stop because while she moaned out her pleas for me to stop she did nothing to stop me. She lay on her back with her arms still gripping my headboard, making sexy whimpering moans, her body squirming slightly, and calling out to me and God between her moans of pleasure.
“I want to see you play with your black nipples,” I told her.
I expected her to protest but she didn’t. Without hesitation, Mrs. Jennings brought her hands down and immediately started fingering her erect nipples. As I continued to play with her clit, occasionally using her pussy fluid to lubricate my fingers, the older woman rolled her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs and then started pinching and tugging at her dark swollen puffy nipples.
“Oh, Patrick, ohhh that feels amazing! Please go deeper! Put it in deeper!” Mrs. Jennings cried out.
As much as I desired to penetrate her pussy deeper, I didn’t. I was enjoying her imploring me to go deeper. Her pleas for me to push my cock deeper into her pussy was soon interrupted by this strange banshee-like wail of pleasure as she orgasmed again.
I kept teasing her clit as she came and looked at her face; I wanted to see her facial expressions as she orgasmed. Her face contorted with pleasure, her eyes were shut tight, her mouth once again in an O shape, and her forehead furrowed tight. Watching a girl’s facial expressions and hearing her moans and cries during sex and when she orgasmed turned me on and Mrs. Jennings was not disappointing me in the least. I could feel her pussy muscles contract and expand around my cock as she orgasmed, I could see her stomach muscles spasm, and she even pinched her nipples harder and pulled them hard enough for her breasts to stretch forward.
I liked seeing and hearing a girl have an orgasm and up until that evening I had thought Selina’s orgasms were the most erotic I have ever seen and heard, but they were nothing compared to my English teacher. Mrs. Jennings’s two orgasms were by far the sexiest I had ever seen and heard. As much as I enjoyed watching her orgasm I was very aroused and felt the desire to cum.
As soon as her orgasm ended and she lay on my bed panting for air, I thrust my hips forward and pushed my cock into her pussy until I fully penetrated her and lay on top of her, and put my hands next to her small body.
“Ohhh, Patrick!” Mrs. Jennings cried out and put her hands on my shoulders, “Oh, God, it’s so big. It feels so good!” I felt her arms squeeze my shoulders harder. “More, please put it in more!”
Mrs. Jennings cried out in a loud, whining, high-pitched, squealing sound as I pushed my cock into her as deep as I could go. I didn’t know if the size of my penis was hurting her tight, neglected pussy or if it was making her feel good and honestly, I did not care if I was hurting her. I wanted to fuck her.
“UHHH fuck, Mrs. Jennings, your black pussy is so tight and wet,” I grunted out and held myself deep into her for a moment. “Uhhhh God, this black pussy needs a good fucking from a big white cock.”
Before Mrs. Jennings could tell me not to use such language or say such things I started kissing her lips and started to fuck her. I started slowly at first, pulling out of her slightly and slowly thrusting back into her as I kissed her lips, her cheeks, and her forehead. My hands moved over the sides of her body, her breasts, and down to her hips. Mrs. Jennings was moaning in pleasure and I soon started fucking her harder and faster.
Her legs were in the air and bent at her knees. Her large breasts bounced and jiggled. She moved her hands down to my back and I could feel them press into me hard as I thrust in and out of her pussy more forcefully. As I fucked her I kept telling her how great her tight pussy felt and purposely made comments about her pussy being black and my cock white. She either did not hear my comments or ignored them because she just kept moaning and crying out very loudly.
Another thing that sexually aroused me was our bodies. My larger white body on top of her petite black body was sexy.
Between her moans and gasps and loud whimpering cries, she called my name, called me baby, and called out to God, His Son, and Heaven. Mrs. Jennings’s cries and screams were very loud and hearing her and her being so loud excited me. I wanted to fuck her even harder; I moved my right hand down to her butt and under her upper thigh and lifted her leg higher and thrust in and out of her harder and faster.
“Ohhh, My God! Ohhh, Patrick….I…Oh, Lord…Oh, baby…I…it’s going to happen again! I can feel it! Ohhh, Patrick…Ohhh My, God yes! ” Mrs. Jennings was about to cum again.
Mrs. Jennings has another orgasm and once again made a loud, drawn-out banshee-type wailing sound. I was sure if my downstairs neighbors were home they could have heard her moans and cries of pleasure.
I thought it was amusing how she cried out “It is happening” and refused to use the slang term “cumming” for her orgasms, but right then I was not thinking of that. I was close to cumming also the combination of Mrs. Jennings being older, her being my teacher, me cuckolding her husband, her being black, her having yet another orgasm, how loud she was, and the way she sounded when she got fucked, and the contrast of our skin color aroused me a great deal.
I kept fucking her hard and fast through her orgasm, not letting her even catch her breath. It was maybe a minute or maybe two minutes after she came that I had my orgasm. I came inside her wet pussy, making a series of masculine grunting moans as I pumped a large quantity of cum into her pussy.
The entire act of intercourse when I started fucking her harder only took about maybe six or seven minutes. Our first time together was over quickly and I had not even worked up a sweat.
After I orgasmed I lay on top of her for a moment, breathing hard, hearing her panting and still making faint whimpering sounds, and was about to pull out of her; but Mrs. Jennings clutched onto my back and held me tight.
“No…please, baby, I…I want to feel you inside me more. Please don’t pull out, Patrick,” She asked me as she kissed my neck.
I was still semi-hard and kissed her back and did not remove my cock from her pussy. I did not mind at all she wanted me to stay inside her, I was not done fucking her for the evening anyway. She planned on tutoring me for two hours and I still had time to fuck her more.
Before I end this chapter I would like to explain something about Mrs. Jennings. It’s concerning her orgasms. Up until the time I had just finished fucking her for the first time, Mrs. Jennings not only had her first orgasm but she had three in a relatively short time. Naturally, it swelled my ego about my sexual ability, but as we continued our affair I came to realize that it was not just me. Mrs. Jennings was a woman who would orgasm quickly and often. It was not just me but I came to believe any guy who fucked her, not just put their cock into her pussy and lay there as her husband did, would make her orgasm as much and as quick as she would.
Mrs. Jennings would have an orgasm after only a few minutes of playing with her pussy or getting fucked and she would cum multiple times before I would cum once. So as much as I thought I was such a stud when I was seventeen and making her orgasm so much and so often, it was not me but her body for the most part and she would orgasm just as much and fast with another guy. Maybe it was all those years of pent-up sexual frustration or maybe she was just that was, I don’t know. What I did know was I got very turned on by her orgasms and how loud she was when she came.
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