Courtney staggered into the house after being humiliated and fucked by her student Carl. Fortunately, no one was around to see her torn dress and disheveled appearance. She showered, wrapped a towel around her body and fell onto the bed to collect her thoughts. What she had done with Carl was wrong. He was her student. She was married. Yes, he had forced her to have sex with him, but only at first. Once his cock was in her mouth and pussy she loved it. She had never been so thoroughly fucked in her life.
Courtney closed her eyes. Images of Carl’s huge cock sliding between her lips flashed through her head. She pushed two fingers into her mouth and could almost feel the ridges and veins of his hard flesh as it slid across her tongue. Her other hand slipped between her legs. Her pussy was soaked. She plunged two fingers up her cunt and gasped, remembering how Carl fucked her over the hood of the car with her arm twisted behind her back. She could almost feel his cock pounding into her again and again.
Courtney arched her back and squealed. An explosion ripped through her body. She continued to squirm against her fingers until she shuddered again and fell back on the bed gasping for air. Juices seeped out of her pussy and oozed over her asshole. She was still trembling when the front door opened. Her daughter Katie had returned from cheerleader practice. She quickly pulled on some clothes and went to greet her.
Courtney called in sick the next morning. She couldn’t face Carl at school until she worked out a plan for how to deal with him. What they had done could never happen again. After giving it some thought, she decided to tell him she would go to the police with evidence that he forced her and provide a semen sample from her panties to prove he did it. If he stayed away she would forget it ever happened.
Carl was not happy that Mrs. O’Keefe called in sick. He had been looking forward to another fuck session that afternoon. He decided to investigate. After school, Carl headed to Mrs. O’Keefe’s house. He knew she would be alone for the next few hours. Katie was at cheerleader practice and her husband was at work. Rather than knock, he snuck in through the back door.
Courtney had tried to get Carl out of her mind, but it was futile. She was determined not to masturbate while thinking about his cock, but could no longer avoid the demands of her pussy. Maybe if she watched porn it would take her mind off Carl while she masturbated. She climbed on the bed with her computer tablet and opened a site she frequently visited.
Carl heard moans coming from the bedroom. It sounded to him like Mrs. O’Keefe was fucking someone. His blood began to boil. Mrs. O’Keefe was cheating on him. He pushed open the door. She wasn’t cheating on him after all. Mrs. O’Keefe was naked and lying face down on the bed with a hand between her legs fingering her pussy. He quietly shed his clothes and moved closer.
“Mrs. O’Keefe, why weren’t you in school today? You don’t look sick.”
Courtney, shocked by the intruder in her room, turned and saw her student standing behind her naked. His hard cock poked out from between his thighs. She screamed and jumped out of bed, running through the open door. Carl caught her by the feet. She went sprawling face first onto the floor. He was on her in an instance. He yanked her head back by the hair and put his mouth to her ear.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? We had a date this afternoon. You stood me up. How do you think that makes me feel, Mrs. O’Keefe?”
Courtney struggled to get free but it was hopeless. Carl was much too strong. He straddled her thighs. His hard cock wedged into the crack between her ass cheeks. He sawed it back and forth.
“I’m going to fuck you Mrs. O’Keefe. You know you want it.”
And that was the problem. She did want it. She felt his knob slide between her folds. She gasped when it slid into her overheated pussy. He rammed it into her again and again. Her breathing became heavier, her moans louder. Carl still had a firm grip on her hair, pulling her head back. He sunk his teeth into the side of her neck and thrust deep. Courtney’s pussy exploded.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck… NNNGGGHHH…”
Carl pulled out, stood and yanked her up by the hair. He threw her against the wall so she was facing him. His hand shot out and grabbed her neck, lifting her up on her toes. His cock found the entrance to her pussy. She was soaked. He shoved it deep into her cunt, slamming it into her again and again. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She hated herself for loving his cock.
“What’s the matter, Mrs. O’Keefe? Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop? I will. Just say the word.”
Did he really mean it? Did it matter? Courtney already knew the answer. She didn’t want him to stop. Slowly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Carl grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his ass. His cock pounded into her harder and faster. A loud moan escaped from her throat.
“Ooohhh… yes. Fuck me.”
Holding her suspended in the air, Carl staggered towards the bedroom. Courtney lifted up and repeatedly slammed down on Carl’s hard cock. Her ass cheeks became slimy with juices leaking from her gushing cunt. They bounced off the walls and door frame to the bedroom. Courtney’s moans and gasps became more desperate.
Carl lowered her to the bed and came down on top of her. He drove his cock straight down into her pussy, bouncing off her cervix on each powerful thrust. She looked up at him with desperate eyes. Her pussy clenched his cock. Carl slapped her nipples. Courtney bit her lip and clawed at his chest with her fingers. She had become a different woman. She was his whore and couldn’t get enough of this young man’s cock. She was out of control as he repeatedly stuffed her tight cunt full of his delicious meat.
“Fuck me… fuck me… yes… god I love your cock… oh fuck… I’m going to cum… uh… uh… oh shit… UUUNNGGGHHH… AAAHHH…”
A flood of cunt juice sprayed from her stuffed pussy. It soaked his pubes and dripped from his balls. Carl pulled out and slid down his teacher’s body, burying his face between her legs. He fluttered his tongue over her clit and shoved two fingers up her cunt. She arched her back and gasped, putting her hands on his head and squirming against his face. Wet squishing sounds filled the air as his fingers slammed into her again and again.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck… oh god… AAAGGGHHH…”
Carl pulled his fingers out and clamped his lips around her mound. Her pussy exploded into his mouth. He continued slurping and sucking on her juicy cunt, fucking her with his tongue and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She went off again. He flipped her onto her stomach and spread her cheeks. His tongue found her asshole, bathing it in spit. No one had ever licked her there. She should have been disgusted. Instead, her pussy clenched and twitched with another release.
Carl flipped his teacher onto her back and spun her around until her head was hanging over the edge of the mattress. He stood and shoved his cock between her lips. Courtney felt the ridges and veins of his hard meat slide across her tongue. She loved having him in her mouth. He moved faster, his knob bouncing against the opening to her throat on each thrust. Spit drooled from her lips and ran down her face. She gagged as he forced his cock deeper and into her throat.
“Do you like that, Mrs. O’Keefe. Do you like having my cock in your mouth? Do you like getting your face fucked?”
Courtney didn’t want to like it. What Carl was doing to her was humiliating. He had his cock down her throat. Spit was running down her face and into her hair. Then why was her pussy throbbing so hard? Why were juices running down between her cheeks and over her asshole? Because she loved it in spite of herself. Her hand slid down her body and between her legs.
Carl kept his cock buried deep in her throat. Courtney choked and struggled to breathe. When he pulled out, she coughed up a flood of spit that ran up her nose. He slapped his cock across her face and rammed it back into her mouth and down her throat, then again and again and again. She gagged as more spit ran down her face and into her hair.
“Oh fuck, Mrs. O’Keefe. I’m going to cum.”
His cock swelled. He pulled out and aimed at his teacher’s face. Cum surged up his length and exploded from the tip. The first blast bounced off her chin and splattered her tits and stomach. A second splashed between her eyes and over her forehead. More cum sprayed across her nose, lips and cheek. He shoved it back into her mouth and she drained the last few drops.
Courtney swirled her tongue around his spent member. Her fingers flew across her clit. Another orgasm ripped through her body. Juices sprayed from her cunt drenching her fingers and dribbling down her ass. Carl’s cock fell from her mouth.
“That was the best, Mrs. O’Keefe. You can go clean-up. I’ll be ready to go again when you get back.”
Courtney needed time to think. She went into the bathroom and locked the door. Standing at the sink, she looked in the mirror. Spit and cum ran down her face and dripped from her chin. She looked like a slut. She felt like a slut. A hand moved between her legs and parted the slimy folds of her pussy. The woman in the mirror did the same thing. Her fingers flew across her clit. Her legs got wobbly. Her body stiffened. The pressure in her belly released. A flood of juices gushed from her pussy
Courtney watched the girl in the mirror shove two fingers up her cunt. She pumped them in and out. Her pussy clenched again. Juices streamed down her thighs and coated her fingers. She took them out and sucked them into her mouth. The slut in the mirror looked back at Courtney. A strand of cum dripped from her chin. She had become a cumslut, a whore, a dirty cheating cock-loving boy fucker. Tears welled up in her eyes and streaked down her face mixing with the remnants of spit and cum.
“Come on out Mrs. O’Keefe. I’m ready to go again. We can get another fuck or two in before Katie or Professor O’Keefe get home.”
Courtney dug deep and found the strength to resist.
“Go away Carl or I’ll call the police. I have a phone with me.”
Courtney was bluffing about the phone, but was hoping it would be enough to scare off Carl. His silence made her nervous. She put her ear to the door. Nothing. Had he left? He must have, but she was going to wait a little longer. She sat down on the toilet to pee, then turned on the shower.
Carl couldn’t believe Mrs. O’Keefe was trying to get rid of him after all he had done for her. The fact that she had threatened to call the police had him fuming. He listened quietly at the door until she stepped into the shower. Carl ran his fingers over the top of the door frame and found the key. He unlocked the door and stepped inside the steamy room. He saw her naked body through the glass door. Her back was to him.
Courtney didn’t hear Carl slip into the shower behind her. She was too focused on washing away the evidence of her sins. Something brushed against her ass. She reached back. It took a second to realize she was touching a hard cock. Before she could react, Carl slipped his hands around her body. One moved between her legs. The other squeezed her tit. His cock wedged into the crack of her ass.
“Let me go. My husband will be home soon. He’ll call the police.”
Courtney struggled to get away but Carl was too strong. He slammed her face-first into the tiles. Two fingers plunged into her cunt. His hard cock slid up and down between her ass cheeks.
“Why do you keep fighting me after all I have done for you, Mrs. O’Keefe? You know you love my cock.”
Yes, she did love his cock. It would be so easy to let him have his way with her, but she was married. She had a daughter the same age as this boy and he was her student. She fought the desire burning in her loins.
“Please Carl…”
He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and slotted his cock between her folds. She gasped as it plunged deep into her body. Carl pounded into her again and again, driving her up the side of the shower wall. Courtney’s head was spinning. The pressure in her belly continued to build. All resistance had dissipated. She had become his whore, his fuck toy.
“Fuck me… fuck my pussy… god I love your cock… yeeesss… ooohhh…”
Carl grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. He sunk his teeth into the side of her neck. His hard cock pounded into her harder and faster. Her legs began to shake. She screamed. Her pussy clenched his cock in a series of orgasmic spasms.
“NNNGGGHHH… UUUNNNGGGHHH…”
Carl pulled out, doused his cock with soap and pressed it against her sphincter. She tensed. No one had ever fucked her ass, not even in her wilder college days. His knob punched into her asshole. Courtney yelped. He pushed deeper. She gritted her teeth. The pressure was almost unbearable. He thrust hard and rammed his cock all the way up her ass. She shrieked.
“Relax, Mrs. O’Keefe. You’re going to love it.”
He slipped his hand around her body and rubbed her clit as his cock moved in and out of her asshole. The unbearable pressure slowly turned to a pleasurable throbbing in her bowels. He moved faster and faster, going deeper on each thrust. Two fingers plunged into her pussy. He pumped them in and out as his cock pounded her asshole.
“Do you like it now, Mrs. O’Keefe. Do you like having my cock up your asshole?”
“Yes… yes… fuck me… fuck my ass… make me cum… ooohhh…”
Her body stiffened. Her scream pierced the air. Courtney jerked and thrashed against the shower wall. Juices squirted out from her pussy, drenching Carl’s fingers and hand.
“Oh fuck, Mrs. O’Keefe… oh god… I can’t hold it anymore… I’m going to cum in your ass… oh fuck… UUUNNNGGGHHH…”
Carl thrust deep and pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum up his teacher’s ass. Her gasps and moans slowly turned to whimpers. He pulled out his cock.
“That was a good one, Mrs. O’Keefe. I guess I better go before Katie gets home. You have a beautiful daughter. I’ve been thinking about asking her out. I hope you don’t mind, Mrs. O’Keefe.”
Courtney slid to the floor of the shower trying to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. Carl left her there. Her pussy throbbed and her ass was sore. She slowly came back to reality. Carl’s words finally registered. She panicked. The thought of this monster with her daughter was terrifying. Surely Katie wouldn’t be interested in him, would she? What if she was? Courtney couldn’t let that happen.
The English teacher put her hands over her face and began to cry.
