Married tTeacher, Wonderful Lover
As a child I?d always thought of teachers as quiet, mild
sorts. I got education proving how wonderful they can be.
I met Pam (I?ll call her) in Moline, Illinois in February.
She was married, but her husband was working at making her
single. He?d taken up with another woman? one of a long series.
Pam had tried sex with one of his co-workers, a man half of
her 48 years. It was a revenge fuck, and she let it drop.
But she wanted more.
I met her at a singles dance. She wasn?t yet single, but closeenough. She loved the slow dances, and snuggled close enough
to start my erection. She could feel that I wanted her, and
she wanted me.
Pam?s body is inviting. Not a trendy 18 year old, her body
was rounded by a soft curves that I found fit mine well. She
was truly blonde, with the soft hair that sort of felt like
it was barely there. By truly blonde I mean it was soft and
blonde between her legs too. Large breasts that lay back
under their own weight when she lay down, and a tummy that
looked like it wanted a child in it. I learned later that
she wasn?t yet single, but married to a man who was calling
for a divorce. In 26 years of marriage he?d taken plenty
of other women, but never gave himself to Pam for more than
three minutes. Orgasms were rare, and it didn?t help that
he had a very short penis that didn?t penetrate Pam?s body
the way it wanted.
She clearly wanted to share herself, but over several dates,
she held back. I didn?t push too hard. At one point we lay
nude in my bed so long that my erection faded away to exhaustion
on it?s own. She let me mount her then, but my limp member
could only press against the moisture of her vagina and
let me feel her thighs warming me. I played at grinding into
her softly and she pressed back, but it was all play. I felt
the frustration of a man who?s body wouldn?t respond to
his wishes, or what I thought were then hers. We slept together
nude, and I held her.
It was all she wanted. Not for long.
Several weeks later I visited her house after a date. Herson and daughter were gone. We sat on the sofa kissing, and
I explored her body over her clothing. I could reach under
her clothing as I wished, and she loved being touched. She
had a stirring way of sort of slipping just her fingertips
down my belt and tugging gently, like she was going to slip
my trousers off. I slipped my hand up her leg and stroked
the inside of her thighs and cupped her pubic mound in my
hand, pressing gently and rubbing gently. She played at
the stiffness in my trousers.
She rose and walked into the other room, and I relaxed as
much as my erection would allow. I didn?t notice her walk
back into the room behind me at first. Not until I felt her
blouse pass around my neck. I turned to see her standing
with her bra and slacks on, pulling me towards her bedroom.
I needed no further urging.
In her bedroom I drew her to me and kissed her, running my
fingers through her soft hair and down the flesh of her back
to her bra. With a quick movement I unfastened it and pulled
it down her shoulders and let it drop. She was ready.
She toyed at my belt buckle, slowed by it. I unfastened it
myself and drew my trousers open, but let her do the rest.
She hooked her fingers into my shorts, then reached in far
enough to take my erection in her hand and stroking me. I
slipped my own fingers down my side and slipped my trousers
and shorts down my hips, freeing my erection slowly for
her. I wanted to be slow and erotic for her. I slipped my shirt
off and stepped out of my trousers and stood there in just
my socks, offering myself to her.
I slipped off her clothing and my socks, and we held each
other close. Close and nude, separated by the erection
that could only allow further closeness by entering her.
I guided her to the bed and we lay down facing each other.
I was acutely aware that this bed still belonged to another
man. I felt like a burglar who was stealing the most valuable
thing in the house: the body of the owner?s wife.
On her part, Pam had made a decision. She had held up on my
earlier efforts because of the size of my penis. I?m average
size, but she?d never had one that large and didn?t know
if she could take it. She decided that if she?d borne two
children, she could accommodate my size, and wanted it
regardless.
I touched her all over. Her shoulders, the soft flesh of
her back. The rounded breasts and their now stiffened nipples.
Down the side to fell the fullness of her hips and across
the tummy and down between her legs. She spread her legs
to let me touch her intimately and I again felt the soft blond
hair between them. Felt the moisture that told me her body
was committed. Felt the swelling of her lips waiting for
the touch of my cock.
And felt the depth of her with my fingers. Her body was mine,
but I advanced slowly.
Too slowly for Pammy. She pulled at me and drew me atop her,
spreading her legs to fit me. I pressed down against her
body and felt it yield to my weight. I slipped closer to her,
and then something unusual happened.
Her vagina seemed large at first. I didn?t guide myself
to her, I just slipped in naturally, like our bodies were
perfectly fit. It was to be a feel repeated often. She wasn?t
loose, however, but very muscular. I didn?t push, but savored
the moment. I looked down into her face, blissful with her
eyes closed as she felt my penetration. Patient.
I stroked slowly and shallowly, savoring the feel of her
soft flesh wrapping around more of me, letting her need
build and becoming wet with her juices.
Then I shoved myself fully into her wetness and heard her
gasp, felt her body jolt from my little surprise, and felt
her body shoved hard back to mine. She has muscles inside
that a man rarely feels. Clenching that gripped my penis
as I thrust and she responded. She wasn?t quiet, but instead
was very vocal, moaning and calling my name. Her hips rose
and fell in reaction to mine and I held her close, my arms
around her back. I would rise and look at her body beneath
me, nude, moist, and I would pull out so I could see the hard
shaft where it entered her, then lower myself, and it, to
her again.
I was acutely aware that I wasn?t supposed to be hearing
her moans. That her body was supposed to be open to another
man too stupid to treat her body like it needed. The sounds
were coming from an adultress who needed sex more than she
needed propriety, and I wanted to please her.
And I did. I fucked her hard, then softly. I fucked her fast,
then slowly. I reacted to her sounds, and to the pumping
of her body, doing the things that she wanted. I passed that
point where I was going to come without control, and entered
that point that my body was sort of desentized and I could
fuck for hours. She?d never had sex for more than three minutes,
and here I was trying to wear her out. I wanted her to feel
the sex the next afternoon? tingling between her legs to
let her know that she?d been loved, not used for three minutes.
I smelled the aroma of her body?s juices. Juices that weren?t
supposed to be wetting me.
And she responded perfectly. Rising at the hips to meet
mine, moaning her pleasure and stoking mine, twisting
and turning as if to flee me, but not really. Her voice gained
strength but lost words until she called ?Fuck Me!? Not
a call for motion, but a call for the harder pushes my body
needed to support my own orgasm. I shoved hard and deep,
repeatedly, and felt the pressure inside me grow until
my cock pulsed with the flows of my semen into her body. Semen
that she actually felt wet her, and drove her to another
orgasm. Semen that marked her as my lover. Semen that marked
her as a woman who wanted to be a little bit of an animal. Semen
that was all the more hot because it wasn?t supposed to be
in her.
The whole thing only took 30 minutes. No, I didn?t fuck her
three times. I couldn?t. I can?t. I could do it only once
at a time, but right. There was nothing left of me although
I knew she could take it again, and wanted to.
She could fuck again, but she couldn?t talk. She spoke in
?tongues? for a few minutes, a funny babble that told us
both that I?d fucked her brains out. No other woman has ever
done that with me.
I dressed and left before her kids arrived. She, for her
part, slept nude and awoke with a pussy still wet with my
deposit. And she woke knowing that she wasn?t going to settle
for what her husband used to do for her. There was much she
wanted to do, and she wanted to do it with me in her.
As for me, I ended up marrying another fine woman. But I haven?t
forgotten Pam?s pleasures, and the added flavor of feeling
myself in another man?s wife. I had sex with her many more
times, and let her do the things she wanted to do but her husband
wouldn?t allow. She's still virgin in ways.
I crave that to this day.
Jackt3
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