I lay on top of Mrs. Jennings with my cock still inside her pussy as she clutched my back and asked me not to pull out of her. Mrs. Jennings was kissing my neck, face, and lips as she told me over and over how good I felt inside her. My penis got hard again within seconds; I was seventeen after all and my cock recovered quickly after I came. Her pussy was even wetter than before from her orgasm, her arousal, and a large amount of cum I shot into her. She gasped out when I pushed my hard cock deeper into her.
“Oh, God – again? Already?” She asked me as she moved her hands down to my butt and seemed to try and pull me deeper into her.
I put my hands on the bed next to her and raised my upper body. I took a moment to look at her breasts. Damn, they were big and I found her huge, black areolas so sexy. I had never seen areolas that large before, not even in my porn magazines. The much darker complexion of them compared to her skin tone was fucking sexy to me. Her dark erect nipples were so puffy. I could imagine that if Mrs. Jennings wore tighter clothes that those puffy nipples would constantly be poking through her tops.
I looked further down her body and noticed she had a couple of faint, thin lines of stretch marks around her belly button and just above where her pubic hairs started. A sign of her age. They did not change my opinion of her. I thought she was sexy. I ran my fingers gently over her stretch marks.
“Yes again. Your pussy is so good, Mrs. Jennings.” She gave another gasp as I pushed even deeper into her, as far as I could go, “I am going to fuck that neglected black pussy so hard, Mrs. Jennings. I am going to wear your fat, black pussy out with my white cock until you can’t walk straight and it’s sore. I won’t cum as fast this time.”
Yes, I was purposely being crude and saying vulgar things to her. I enjoyed how it embarrassed her and took Mrs. Jennings out of her comfort zone. And yes I bragged, I told you I was also young, cocky, arrogant, and could be an asshole at that age; especially to the girls I fucked. While my mother instilled in me to respect women and to be a gentleman, when it came to sex with them I was not so respectful when I was younger. I did not like dating nice, wholesome girls; I liked slutty girls. I wanted my black English teacher to be a slut for me. I wanted her to be like the other girls I fucked.
I wanted her to say things like fuck me and use slang terms for my penis and her vagina. By her previous orgasms and the way she clung to me after I had my orgasm I knew she enjoyed herself a great deal, I just wanted her to admit it and talk about it. I liked talking about sex with a girl I was fucking, to find out what she enjoyed and wanted me to do to her and what I wanted her to do to me, and talk about it turned me on. I did not want her to be a prude and wanted her to act like a whore.
The other older woman I had been with, Diane enjoyed me being a controlling and dominant lover. As my sexual relationship with her progressed and she taught me so much about pleasing a woman sexually she eventually gave up her control and enjoyed being more submissive and a dirty whore for me. I wanted Mrs. Jennings to be the same, but unlike Diane, who was already a whore for her lovers, Mrs. Jennings was not and I would have to work for it. The teacher was prim and proper and as I found out even for her age and being married for so long she was rather naïve about sex.
It was not that she did not know about sex or different sexual acts, Mrs. Jennings just never did them and thought most were vulgar and things a good Christian woman did not do. I knew the work would be so much fun because I enjoyed embarrassing her. Maybe when I met a girl who I would fall in love with I would treat her differently, but I was young and had plenty of time to meet such a girl. Right now I just enjoyed fucking girls not making love to them.
Mrs. Jennings turned her head, “You, you really should not say such things, Patrick.” The older woman gasped out again as I moved my hips, “You, ohhh dear God that feels nice. You should not keep pointing out the difference between our races.”
I grinned down at her, “But you do have a black pussy and I have a white cock.” I lowered my head to her large breast and licked and sucked her big areola and nipple. “You like my white dick in your black pussy, admit it? Tell me how much you like my white cock fucking your black pussy”
I knew she was not going to admit or tell me what I wanted her to, at least not yet, and before she could chastise me again for my crudeness I pushed my cock deeper into her. She reacted the way I wanted her to. Her hands moved to my back again and she held me tight when I started to fuck her very slowly and gently. As I slowly moved my cock in and out of her I started kissing her neck, face, and lips. I liked kissing a great deal and I kissed plenty of girls, but as I gently fucked Mrs. Jennings and kissed her mouth she kissed me back with a passion I don’t think any girl ever kissed me with desire and passion.
The older woman was running her hands down my back, down to my butt cheeks, back up my back, around my neck, and then she would repeat the movement of her hands on my body. Mrs. Jennings was making soft moans of pleasure, telling me how good I felt inside her, calling my name or calling me baby or darling, and she would make louder gasping moans when I would kiss, suck, or use my hands to fondle her hard, dark nipples.
“Uhhhh fuck, Mrs. Jennings…that’s it…damn your pussy is amazing…uhhhh fuck yes…keep doing that,” I moaned out when she started to move her hips. She would thrust up to meet my thrusts into her or rotate her hips when I pushed deep into her. I assumed she fucked me back instinctively and to also make herself feel good.
We fucked slowly and gently for several more minutes as I kissed her and fondled and kissed her erect nipples as the older woman moaned out my name, let out sexy gasping grunts, and called to God when I would push deep into her very wet pussy. Her hands gripped my back tight as she continued to meet my thrusts with her own. I kept telling her how good her black pussy was, how wet and tight she felt, and how I enjoyed fucking her. Mrs. Jennings was so lost in her pleasure that she did not chastise me for using such crude words as we fucked. We fucked like that until she loudly cried out with another orgasm and as she came I drove my cock as deep as I could into her, held it there, rotated my hips, and kissed her neck and ears.
“That’s it, Mrs. Jennings. Cum again. Let your tight, fat pussy cum all over my white cock,” I whispered in her ear as she orgasmed.
“OHHHH…PATRICK…OHHH MY GOD! YES…YES…OHHH GOD LIKE THAT…YES DON’T STOP…LIKE THAT…OHHH PATRICK…PLEASE DON’T…OHH PLEASE DON’T STOP…OHHH GOD YES, I, I,” Mrs. Jennings cried out and then made that same strange banshee-type wail as she orgasmed yet again.
As she came and her body tightened, her fingernails dug into my back, and she wailed out in pleasure; I watched her face. I enjoyed the sexy sight and noises, how her eyes shut tight, how her brow furrowed, her face contorted in bliss, and the sexy sounds she made. I held myself deep into her pussy without moving as she orgasmed and after her ecstasy ended she lay there panting with a very satisfied look on her face. I allowed her a moment to catch her breath but now it was my turn to cum.
I ran my right hand down to her butt and lifted her left leg and placed it over my shoulder and then using my left hand I did the same to her right leg and lifted my body to kneel in front of her, still inside her pussy. Mrs. Jennings gasped as my cock went deeper into her in that position.
“Patrick – what, what are you going to do?” She asked softly.
I smiled down at the teacher, “I am going to fuck you. I told you I was going to fuck you so hard and wear your neglected pussy out.” Before she could respond or protest or tell me not to fuck her this way, I pushed her legs up further until they were up by her head and at the same thrust my cock into her as far as I could.
“Ohhh, God! Ohhh God…ohhh, Patrick, it’s so deep,” Mr. Jennings gasped out and placed her hands around my neck. “Please, darling, not…not like this, please.”
“Yes like this. Your pussy needs to get fucked hard.” I then started to fuck her and I did fuck her hard.
I started by slowly pulling my cock almost completely out of her pussy and then thrusting hard back into her, slamming my cock deep into her now expanded and elongated pussy, which was drenched with her natural lubricant. I watched Mrs. Jennings’s face and enjoyed how it would contort with pleasure every time I plunged deep into her and enjoyed the loud grunting moan she made with each deep thrust as my penis drove into her cervix and deep into her pussy. I knew my penis was longer than average and I was able to go deeper into her than she ever had.
I fucked her like that several more times, pushed deep into her and held my cock in place, slid my hands up her legs, grabbed her ankles, spread her legs further apart, and lifted her legs until her small feet were parallel with her head. Mrs. Jennings made a loud crying-sounding whimper.
“Grab your ankles and hold your legs up like this,” I told her. “Don’t let go while I fuck you.”
“Uhhhh, no, ohhh, Patrick, please, ohhh God, please. it’s, it’s too much,” the older woman whined out in protest but she did what I told her to. She let go of my neck and grabbed her ankles.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked. I was a little concerned but honestly, at that point, I did not care all that much if I was.
“No, uhhhh no, it’s, it’s just so, so intense.”
Knowing I was not hurting her I took a moment to look at the scene. Besides her tits and ass, Mrs. Jennings was a petite woman and how my larger, white, muscular body looked on top of her much smaller black one in that position was very sexy to me. I then started fucking her once more and this time I fucked her hard and fast.
As I fucked her there was a variety of sounds; the bed was squeaking, the sound of our bodies slapping together, my masculine grunts of pleasure and exertion, Mrs. Jennings’s very loud grunting moans, and her crying out my name and to God. I got off of how loud she was when she got fucked and fucking her like I was at that moment she was even louder. Unlike the first time we had sex, this time was not going to be over so quickly. As I kept fucking her hard and rapidly I had to move our bodies down on the bed because her head hit the headboard of my bed a couple of times. I enjoyed the sight of her large, black breasts bouncing and jiggling as I fucked her.
I had to stop for a moment to prevent myself from having an orgasm. A few times Mrs. Jennings let go of her ankles and tried to lower her legs but I made her grab them again and hold her legs up by her head.
I kept fucking her as hard as I could and telling her several times I was going to wear her fat pussy out or turn her black tight pussy inside out. I placed my hands on her butt cheeks and lay on top of her with my face against her neck as I just kept fucking her and fucking her hard. I could feel her slippery pussy fluid on her inner thighs, down her perineum, and down to her tight asshole. I was so tempted to use her fluids to lubricate my finger and place it in her ass but I refrained knowing she would stop me.
“STOP…OHH MY GOD…PLEASE…UHHHH GOD, PATRICK, PLEASE…OHHH…OHHHH IT’S…IT’S TOO MUCH…PLEASE…IT’S TOO MUCH!” Mrs. Jennings started crying out loudly between her moans. By the noises she made and how loud she was if anyone heard us they would have thought I was murdering the poor woman.
I ignored her pleas for me to stop and kept plowing my cock hard and deep into her rapidly. I knew I was not hurting her. I was more focused on my pleasure than hers but I also knew she was enjoying getting fucked so hard, something she never experienced before from what I knew and she told me about her sex life with her husband. From her screams of pleasure, I could tell she enjoyed how my large cock penetrated her so deep in her pussy. My assumptions were confirmed when the older woman surprised me and had another orgasm.
“OHHH MY LORD, OHHH PATRICK…I…OHHH GOD I, I AM CUMMING…OHHHH, GOD!” She screamed out and I was more surprised she used the phrase “I am cumming.”
This time I did not stop my thrusts into her but instead fucked her even harder as she orgasmed. I did lift my head to watch her since I enjoyed seeing her cum. Mrs. Jennings face contorted once again in blissful ecstasy, she had tears running out of the corners of her eyes but I knew they were not from pain, her knuckles turned white as she gripped her ankles tighter, and her body convulsed as she orgasmed. The woman’s orgasm seemed to last longer this time and appeared to be more intense than her past ones.
After her orgasm ended she once again pleaded with me to stop but I didn’t. I was close to cumming myself. It was about two, maybe three minutes after Mrs. Jennings’s orgasm ended that I grunted out that I was about to cum.
“OHHH YES…PLEASE…OHHH, BABY, PLEASE DO IT…DO IT INSIDE ME!” My teacher cried out as she let go of her ankles, lowered her legs, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She lifted her head and started kissing my neck and between her moans and kisses she kept begging me to “do it” inside her.
“Look at me. Please let me see your face when you do it,” she asked me between moans.
I had actually thought about pulling out and cumming all over her face and would take the consequences of her telling me she did not like that and to never do that again, but her begging me to cum inside her changed my mind. I lifted my body and my head as I pushed my cock deep into her, made a series of grunts, and my cock exploded my thick, sticky fluid into her pussy.
“Ohhh, baby, yes…that’s it…yes,” Mrs. Jennings urged me on as she wrapped her black legs around my lower back and put her hands on my face, and looked at me.
After my orgasm ended I stayed on top of her and kissed her and she kissed me back with a fervent passion. I got off of her and kneeled between her spread legs and took a moment to look at her body. Both our bodies were slick with sweat, mostly my perspiration I was sure. Mrs. Jennings’s hair was disheveled and in disarray, her mascara and other eye makeup smeared, she had thin streaks of her black mascara running out of the corner of her eyes to her temples from her tears, and her lipstick was smeared around her pretty little mouth; which was open in an almost perfect O shape as she panted for air.
She had the “I just got my brains fucked out look on her face.” I then looked at her body. Her dark nipples were still erect and swollen from arousal; her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted for air. I pulled out of her and she made a grunting sound and then I looked further down at her pussy before she modestly took over and she covered herself.
Her sexy, fat pussy was even more swollen from getting fucked so hard. Mrs. Jennings’s black pubic hairs were matted to her skin, her sex was opened like the petals of a flower which allowed me to see the coral pink color of the inside of her pussy. Her pussy and inner thighs were slick and wet from more than sweat. I could see my thick cum already leaking out of her as it ran down her taint and butt crack. Damn, the sight of her was so sexy.
Just as I suspected she would, Mrs. Jennings’s hand moved between her legs to cover herself and she winced when her fingers came in contact with my cum and her sex fluids but she did not say anything or tell me not to look at her like I was. I grinned and moved from between her legs and lay on the bed on my back. The older woman immediately rolled to her side, placed her head on my chest, and ran her hands over my muscular chest and stomach. I put my arm around her shoulder as she reached down and pulled the sheets over our bodies; covering herself to her shoulders and my body just above my stomach.
“Damn, that’s some good pussy, Mrs. Jennings.” Yes, I was purposely teasing her.
Mrs. Jennings pinched my side and lifted her head and looked at me, “You don’t have to be so crude all the time.” She then giggled softly, “I think you can start using my first name now.”
I chuckled, “I like calling you Mrs. Jennings.” I kissed the top of her head, “I didn’t hear you complain about my crudeness when I was fucking you.”
Mrs. Jennings laid her head back on my chest, “God you are impossible, baby.”
“I need to go clean up.” My teacher said, “I must look like a mess.”
She started to move and get out of the bed and she suddenly cried out in pain, and her body went tight and she grabbed the back of her upper right leg. From all my experience with physical exertion and playing football I knew she had gotten muscle a cramp from having her legs pushed up to her head when I was fucking her.
I sat up and moved down to the foot of the bed, grabbed her foot, pulled her leg straight, and lifted it to work out the cramp. “Just let me stretch it. It’s just a muscle cramp.”
“Ouch. It’s your fault,” she whined out, “bending me up like a pretzel. I thought I was in better shape. I kept asking you to stop. Don’t ever do that again.”
I laughed as I massaged her muscle but did not say anything. I think we both knew I was going to fuck her like that again and we both knew she received a great deal of pleasure from getting fucked like that. As I massaged her cramp I got another nice view of her pussy and my cock stirred to life once again and became semi-erect, and I thought about fucking her but I decided to let her rest a moment.
“You need some fluids. I have water or Gatorade, orange-flavored, or my mom has Tab.” Yes, it was the eighties and Tab was popular.
“Water would be very nice, thank you.”
I got out of bed and Mrs. Jennings pulled the sheets back over her body and watched me walk naked out of the bedroom. Unlike her, I was not modest about my body. I was arrogantly proud of my body and enjoyed her looking at me naked. I got Mrs. Jennings a warm washcloth and two bottles of water out of the refrigerator and went back into my bedroom. Mrs. Jennings was sitting up in the bed with the sheets pulled up to cover her breasts as she watched me walk back into the room.
“God you are so beautiful, Patrick,” she said in a husky whisper, cleared her throat, and took the bottle of water out of my hand.
She took a long pull on the water bottle, made several audible gulps as she swallowed, and handed the bottle back to me. I placed our water on the nightstand, handed her the cloth so she could wipe her face, and got back in the bed. Mrs. Jennings lifted the sheets for me to lay next to her naked. Once back in bed, she once again laid her head on my chest and once again ran her hand over my upper body and I put my arm around her shoulder as I sat up in the bed.
“I thought you were going to clean up?” I asked.
Mrs. Jennings blushed, “I, I was too sore to move.”
“Did you get another cramp?”
“No. I, it’s, it’s sore down there,” she said in a whisper still blushing.
I chuckled at her, “That’s fine. I like the way you look right now anyway.”
She sighed and kissed my chest and then started to talk. I never thought Mrs. Jennings would be such a talker. She was a great teacher and all the students liked her but unlike some of the other teachers, Mrs. Jennings was very personal and never took time out of her class to talk about herself. Our conversation, with her doing most of the talking, was very intimate and personal. She talked about growing up in a very strict Pentecostal household in North Carolina. She told me about her high school days, and how she wanted to be a cheerleader but her parents would not let her. They considered it sinful. How she was not allowed to date and other personal details about her life.
Mrs. Jennings told me how she went to Le Moyne-Owen College in Memphis Tennessee. An all-black college supported by the Evangelical Protestant Religion. From how she described growing up and where she went to college I could understand more how she remained a virgin until she got married and why she was naïve about a lot of sexual things. She did not mention her husband or how they met, but I knew the story when Mr. Jennings taught our lame sex education class. She did not want to talk about her husband when in bed with another man, a much younger teenager, and I knew that while she enjoyed me fucking her she felt guilty.
She did talk about how difficult it was to be married to a white man. Her parents were not fond of the idea at first and refused to speak to her, but eventually came around and are now like Mr. Jennings. His mother is still not happy with her son marrying a black woman. She told me of the other difficulties I did not even think about. How when they got married it was still illegal in several states for a black woman or man to be married to a white person. She talked of the harassment she and her husband suffered and even times her husband took a physical beating at the hands of ignorant white men for being married to a black woman. She told me of how a lot of her childhood friends never spoke to her again for marrying a white man. How they could not go out to eat because of the segregation laws and other hardships they faced.
I had to give Mr. Jennings credit when credit was due and begrudgingly admired him for what he had to go through for someone he loved. Of course, I admired Mrs. Jennings for all she went through as well and that was freely given.
I let her talk and answered the questions she asked about me and my life away from school but I mostly listened to her. I may have been an arrogant kid but I was always a good listener and not narcissistic to talk a lot about myself. She would ask about girls I dated or more exactly about girls I had sex with, but I avoided talking about them and Mrs. Jennings would get annoyed when I did not discuss them or change the subject.
Sometime during our conversation, Mrs. Jennings turned to her other side and faced away from me and I moved to my side and spooned her. I was much taller than her so I positioned my body so my cock would press into her ample butt and wrapped my arm around her. She took my hand in hers and interlocked our fingers as we continued the conversation. I thought holding her like that was very erotic. Her five-foot-three-inch body, her black skin being spooned and swallowed up by my larger, white, muscular body turned me on.
After a while, Mrs. Jennings looked at the watch she still wore around her left wrist, brought my hand to her lips, and kissed it. “I need to get cleaned up and go now. It’s getting late and I told Richard I would be home by nine-thirty.”
I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and saw it read eight forty-three. Mrs. Jennings planned on tutoring me for two hours so she would leave at nine o’clock, but I was hard once again and wanted to fuck her one more time. I wanted to fuck her more than one more time, I wanted to fuck her all night but I knew that was impossible. I didn’t care if she got home late.
I pulled Mrs. Jennings tight against me, used my feet to pull the sheets off our bodies, cupped one of her large breasts in my hand, and started gently fondling her dark nipple. I then pressed my hard cock against her butt cheeks and with my other hand moved her hair away from the back of her neck and started kissing the nape of her neck. She reacted by reaching behind her and taking my hard cock in her hand and she moaned out as she glided her fingers up and down the shaft.
“Patrick, please. Ohhh that feels nice. I, I have to go, darling. We can’t. I have to go.” Mrs. Jennings did not let go of my large penis.
I moved my free hand down between her legs as I continued to play with her nipples. Mrs. Jennings continued to protest for me to stop but she spread her legs and then gave a gasping moan as I inserted two fingers into her pussy.
“Uhhh, ok, oh dear God, ok, but, but make it quick. Ohhhh God yes, there, ohh please keep touching me there,” She moaned out when I pulled my fingers out of her wet pussy and started playing with her clit.
I took my hand away from her pussy, grabbed her leg, put it over my thigh, and then using my hand I guided my cock into her pussy. Mrs. Jennings cried out in pleasure and then gave a louder moan as my hand went back to her pussy and I started to fuck her in slow, deep thrusts as my fingers toyed with her clit. She reached behind her, grabbed my head, turned her head, and I leaned my head down and she started kissing me. I kept thrusting into her deep and slow, kept fingering her clit, playing with her nipples, and started kissing the nape of her neck again.
Mrs. Jennings was moaning and gasping and she started pushing her butt back against me to meet my thrusts into her and soon we got into a perfect rhythm. She bent forward a little and arched her back as she placed one hand tight on my butt and her other hand gripped the edge of the bed. Damn, her pussy felt so good around my cock.
When you have good sex with someone you always think at the time it’s the best sex you ever had. That has happened to me several times, but with Mrs. Jennings, I felt that way. I thought her pussy was just amazing, her loud moans and screams of pleasure very arousing, and her black small body very sexy. Maybe it was the taboo of it all; her being married, her being my teacher, and her very religious values. Maybe it was because Mrs. Jennings was so prim and proper and even though she was so much older than I was in many ways still naïve about sex. Maybe it was when I did things to her she never experienced she would protest and say it was crude or vulgar but she was submissive enough to consent to what I wanted to do to her and how she would enjoy it a great deal.
Maybe it was how she orgasmed and how she orgasmed so quickly and often. Maybe it was how I enjoyed teasing her and making her blush and get a little angry with me. Maybe it was because she was married to a man I did not like at all and just the knowledge of her going home to him after I fucked her in ways he never did, gave me a great deal of satisfaction. Hell, maybe it was the fact she was the first black woman I fucked. I don’t know the reason but whatever the reason as our affair continued I found fucking her incredible and couldn’t get enough of her.
“Ohhh my God!” Mrs. Jennings cried out loudly. “Don’t stop, ohhh, Patrick, please don’t stop…please!” She begged me. I liked when she pleaded and begged.
She soon had another orgasm and I enjoyed how her pussy muscles would rapidly constrict and loosened around my cock. I kept slowly fucking her and playing with her clit and nipples until she begged me to remove my hand off her clit because she said it became too sensitive. I did but only after about a minute because I liked teasing her. I kissed her neck, my cock still inside her, as she took deep breaths. She glanced at the clock on my nightstand.
“Patrick, baby, please finish. I need to go.” She whispered out. It was almost nine o’clock.
If I kept fucking her in the position we were it would take me a long time to cum, but I knew what would make me orgasm faster. It always did. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, moved Mrs. Jennings’s body so she was now lying on her stomach, placed my arm under her, and lifted her butt.
“No…Patrick…not like this,” She whined out.
“Why? It will make me cum faster.”
“It, it, you can see things that…there are…you just shouldn’t…you will be able to see…please just not like that.”
I laughed. I knew what she was talking about. It would expose her butt and her pussy to me more and I would see her asshole. That was something I did want to see and the reason I did orgasm more quickly when I fucked a girl from behind. I was not much of a breast man. A girl’s breast size did not impress me. It was a girl’s butt that I was more aroused by and Mrs. Jennings had a fantastic black bubble butt.
“Put your ass up for me,” I told her and ignored her telling me no.
Surprisingly Mrs. Jennings placed her forearms under her body, brought her knees up under her closer to her chest, and lifted her butt higher without further protest. She did make whimpering sounds in her embarrassment of having her ass exposed. I used my legs to spread her legs apart and kneeled between them. I wanted back inside her pussy badly but I took a moment to get a nice look at her ass in that pose. I thought it was great.
I could see her fat swollen pussy, her pussy still spread and open from our previous fucking, she was very wet, I could see her asshole without having to spread her butt cheeks apart. I thought the much darker skin of her pussy and asshole was very sexy. Her asshole had no hair around it and it looked so small and tight. Damn, I wanted to fuck her asshole so bad. I wanted to finger it, rim it with my tongue, and fuck it with my cock, but I knew she would not let me and would freak out if I tried.
I ran my hands over her butt cheeks and was impressed by how tight her butt was. I always thought she had a great ass, but did not think her gluts would be so tight. There were some signs of her age on her butt. There was some cellulite on her upper thighs just below the curve of her ass and a few light, thin stretch marks on her ass cheeks, but that did not bother me at all. I thought her ass was fantastic.
She must do some form of exercise to keep them in that nice shape. I would ask her later about it, but right then I wanted to fuck her again. I ran my fingers down her butt crack and she flinched but did not say a word when my forefinger ran over her small hole. I then took my hard large penis in my right hand and guided it to her pussy. I slid my cock into her in one slow thrust until it was buried deep into Mrs. Jennings’s and my pelvis was pressed against her butt.
“Ohhh God, ohhh, baby, it’s, it’s so deep,” she cried out as she lifted her head.
“Are you ok?” I knew fucking her from behind would penetrate her tight pussy more so I asked but I didn’t care. I was going to fuck her hard like this regardless of her answer.
“Uhhhh, yes, ohhh yes, uhhhh, Patrick, it feels so good.”
I placed my large right hand on her butt and my fingers extended to the small of her back and my thumb ran down her butt crack to the small entrance to her ass. My other hand grabbed her left upper thigh and I started to fuck her and I fucked her hard and fast. Mrs. Jennings’s lowered her head and stretched her arms out in front of her and started her loud cries and moans and whimpers of pleasure once again.
As I was fucking her, I kept telling her how good her pussy was, how much I liked her fat, black ass, and some other crude words and phrases. My prim and proper older teacher did not say anything about my vulgarity but just continued to moan loudly and call out my name and out to God and his Son once again. I looked down at my cock as it was thrusting in and out of her and saw it was slick and glistening from her fluids. I reached down and grabbed Mrs. Jennings’s right wrist and brought her hand between her legs.
“Play with your clit,” I told her.
Without any hesitation, the older woman’s fingers found her clit and she started to massage it rapidly. I slowed my thrusts and started fucking her more gently and would pull my cock out of her until the head was just barely inside her pussy and then push back into her. I noticed when it would get just a few inches into her she would let out this loud, squealing sounding moan. I grinned. I knew my cock had rubbed against her G-spot.
Yes at seventeen I knew about a girl’s G-spot thanks to Diane. Until she introduced me to stimulating the G-spot I had no idea it even existed or what it was, but Diane showed me how to stimulate hers with my fingers and once told me that fucking her in different positions would also stimulate it and she took the time to show me how. One of the positions that worked well was fucking a girl from behind. It was great having such an effective mentor when it came to pleasing a woman.
As much as I wanted to cum and even though I promised Mrs. Jennings I would orgasm quickly so she could leave and go home to her husband, I just could not resist introducing her to the pleasure she would get out of having her G-spot stimulated. Plus I did not give a fuck if she got home late. I idea of her having to make up some excuse to her husband about why she was late amused me.
That first night we had sex part of me wanted Mrs. Jennings’s husband to find out I was fucking his wife. At that time I had doubts it would go any further than just that one night. I fully expected her to tell me it was a mistake and it would never happen again as her guilt about cheating on her husband and her sinning against God would cause her such grief. I knew if he found out the consequences would not be too bad for me. Yes I would get expelled from school and my mother would be pissed for a while, but I would end up going to one of the two public high schools where all my friends went and I would not be upset about that.
However, there was Mrs. Jennings to consider. I liked her and she had always been good to me and a great teacher and I would not want to see not only her career ruined but also the chance she could get into legal trouble since I was only seventeen. So the other part of me did not want Mr. Jennings to find out. Then there was the fact if what she hinted at earlier that was not going to be just this one time I would be passing up on a great thing. I would just have to be satisfied with the knowledge that every time I saw her fat, son of a bitch husband I could smile with satisfaction and think to myself how I was fucking his wife and sexually satisfying her in ways he never could.
Instead of thrusting deep into her pussy as far as I could go, I took the shaft of my cock in my left hand, pushed into her until she made that sexy moan, then started to rock my hips from side to side and used my hand to make circular motions with my cock. I then started rubbing her anus with my thumb, having to refrain from my desire to place a finger inside her smaller hole. I did run my thumb over the outside of her asshole to caress it. Mrs.Jennings did not stop me and I knew she had to have felt the sensation.
“AAIIEEEEE…PATRICK…AAIIEEEEE OH GOD…AAIIEEEE DON’T STOP…OHHHH…AAIIEEEE PLEASE DON’T STOP!” Mrs. Jennings started rubbing her clit harder and faster as I pleasantly tormented her G-Spot with my cock. After a little over a minute of that, she shrieked out very loudly in orgasm as it seemed her entire body tightened.
As she came I once again could feel her pussy muscles constricting and relaxing around my cock, her little asshole opened and closed slightly but enough to see the pick inside of her anus, and this time I could feel her orgasm fluids gush around my cock. She did not squirt. I did not even know what squirting was at that point in my life. I was not aware of that sexual outcome until I was a freshman in college, but she did release an ejaculate fluid that I saw on my cock when I pulled a little out of her after her orgasm ended. My cock was covered in a thick, milky white, cream-like substance that once again thanks to Diane I knew was a version of a woman’s orgasmic fluid.
After her orgasm ended, Mrs. Jennings collapsed flat on the bed and I put my arm under her stomach, which was still quivering from her ecstasy, and lifted her ass again. I leaned down to put my head on her neck.
“Did you cum again?” I knew the answer but wanted her to say it.
“Yes, yes,” she panted out, “I, I am sorry, I, I could not help it.” She sounded embarrassed and I enjoyed that.
I grinned, straightened back up, and started fucking her hard once more as she put her hands over her head, and again put her knees on the bed and lifted her ass. I fucked her hard and fast and it was not long before I was going to cum. By the sound of my grunting moans, Mrs. Jennings knew I was about to cum and again pleaded for me to cum inside her. I got the feeling she enjoyed how that felt, but this time I pulled out of her, grabbed my cock, and jerked off until my cum shot out of my dick.
Since this was the third time I had an orgasm, my cum was thinner and clearer than the previous times and it squirted chaotically out of my cock, landing on her ass, her back, and even in her hair. After my orgasm ended I collapsed my larger body onto her small one and she made a soft grunting sound as I pulled out of her. I took several deep breaths and rolled off of her and lay on my side. I then ran my hand over her back as she lay next to me breathing hard. I massaged my cum into her skin like it was a lotion. Mrs. Jennings turned her head to face me and smiled and had a very satisfied look on her face.
“See getting fucked from behind is not so bad after all is it?” I teased her.
Mrs. Jennings bit her lower lip, blushed, and nodded her head but did not say anything. She then leaned her head over and kissed my lips as she turned her body to face mine and moved closer to me. I pressed my body to hers and wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. She put her hands on my chest and gently traced her fingernails over my body. We lay like that for a few minutes, not talking until she turned her head and looked at the clock.
Mrs. Jennings suddenly jerked her body upright, “Oh God! Look at the time! I need to go!” She cried out. It was almost nine-thirty. “You said you would be quick!”
Mrs. Jennings wrapped my sheet over her body and sat on the edge of the bed. She winced when she moved and I knew it was because her pussy was sore. I grinned at that. I sat up and moved behind her and started kissing her neck.
“You weren’t complaining about the time when I was making you cum and fucking that delightful pussy of yours.”
Mrs. Jennings pushed me away, “Don’t talk like that.” She sounded sincerely mad but I chuckled at her. “It’s not funny. Hand me the phone, please. I need to call Richard and tell him I am going to be late.”
I had a phone on the nightstand next to the other side of the bed. It was one of those phones with the push-button dials on the handset. Mrs. Jennings took the phone, turned her back to me, and I heard the beeping as she dialed a number.
I listened as she apologized to her husband about going to be home late, chuckled when she told him she was late because she had an impromptu parent-teacher meeting with my mother, and then she hung up the phone and handed it back to me. I watched as got out of bed wrapped in my bedsheet, held it clutched to her chest, and picked up her bra and panties.
“Why, Mrs. Jennings, lying to your husband. Aren’t you a naughty girl?” I teased.
She looked at me and gave me a frown, “I will just add it to the other sins I committed tonight.” She sounded a little upset. “Could you go get my purse while I go to the bathroom and clean up? It’s on the table with your school books. I need my makeup.”
“Sure. You may want to use my mom’s bathroom. She had brushes and hair spray and other women’s stuff.” Our apartment had two full bathrooms. One attached to my mother’s bedroom and the other one I used in the hallway. She nodded as I got out of the bed.
Mrs. Jennings looked at me and her eyes looked down to my crotch, my cock was semi-erect and not completely flaccid. “Please put on some pants and cover yourself.” She was looking at my cock and blushing.
“I thought you liked my dick? You could not get enough of it earlier,” I teased as I walked to her. “How you kept touching it, stoking it, and when it was inside your pussy. I bet you could get it hard again. Won’t take long and I can fuck you again. I would get hard again very quickly if you gave me a blow job.”
I walked to her and Mrs. Jennings backed up, almost tripped over the sheet dragging on the floor, and backed into the wall of my bedroom. She looked a little frightened but her eyes seemed locked on my penis.
“Patrick, please, I, I told you I don’t do that with my mouth, and, and I have to go and, it’s, I am sore down there,” She stammered out and swallowed making a gulping noise, “I, I can’t. I promise we…when I come over Thursday we…we can do it again. Please, baby, don’t…don’t make me do it again.”
I stopped and bent down and picked up a pair of shorts off the floor, “I was just getting my shorts to put them on,” I grinned at her as I put on my shorts. “And I did not make you do anything. You seemed to enjoy it quite a lot.”
Mrs. Jennings looked at me, directly in my eyes, and she looked as if she wanted to kill me. “Stop teasing me. It’s very cruel.”
I laughed as she quickly walked out of the room in a huff.
While Mrs. Jennings was in my mom’s bathroom cleaning up, I sat on the edge of my bed. I was now wearing my shorts and a tee shirt and my cock was hard once again as I thought about what we had done. The scent of sex was now added to my room’s other smells. I had picked her clothes up off the floor and laid them on my bed.
I looked up when Mrs. Jennings came back into my bedroom wearing just her bra and panties and holding the sheet and a towel and her purse in her arms. She gave me a coy smile, placed both the towel and sheet in the laundry hamper, and looked around the room. She had cleaned up nicely and her makeup was back to order, but her hair was still a little messy. I assumed it was because my mother did not have the right hair products for a black woman’s hair. I didn’t know how she was going to explain that to her husband and I didn’t care.
“You look very pretty,” I told her. I thought she did as she stood just wearing her panties and bra. “You have a nice body, Mrs. Jennings. Very sexy.”
She smiled again, “Thank you, but I look a mess.” She suddenly frowned, “You didn’t tell me that you did it all in my hair in the back.” She was referring to when I came all over her back the last time we fucked. “I need a shower.”
“I like the way you smell. You smell like sex.”
She frowned again and looked around my bedroom, “You seriously need to clean your room and you will need to change your bedsheets.” She sounded like a mother.
I smiled at her, “I don’t want to change the sheets. I like the way they smell. They smell like you and your pussy and I am sure the wet spots you made…we made…will dry before I go to bed.”
Mrs. Jennings gave an audible sigh and was again blushing, “You don’t have to be so crude or use that type of language.”
I didn’t reply but just chuckled. I got off the bed and sat on my bench press weight bench and watched Mrs. Jennings get dressed. She seemed a little less modest about her body now. As she put on her pantyhose I thought she did so very sensually. Next time I was just going to rip them off her body and think how she would explain that to her husband when she came home not wearing her pantyhose. What made it sexier was the fact she did not realize she was doing it in such a sensual manner. It was just natural for her. She just did not know how to use her sex appeal or dress for it.
“Stop looking at me,” Mrs. Jennings giggled as she now stood and put on her blouse.
“I can’t help it. You are just so sexy and pretty.” She shook her head at me but smiled at my compliment and put on her skirt and then her shoes.
After she was dressed, Mrs. Jennings walked to where I was sitting, leaned down, and kissed my cheek. “Tonight was incredible,” She whispered in my ear.
She then stood up and told me I did not need to walk her out of the apartment, told me to do my homework, and walked to the door of my bedroom and stopped and turned.
“If…if I seem to be ignoring you at school, it’s nothing, well, personal.”
I nodded and grinned, “I know. We can’t have people thinking I fucked your fat black pussy sore now can we.”
“Patrick!” She stomped her foot making me laugh. Mrs. Jennings took a deep breath and smiled at me, “Thursday we are going to work on your grades before I end up back in your bed.”
She quickly left before I could reply. I knew she would be blushing from her last comment.
