I fuck my math teacher who is twenty years older than me
Par Sweet_Candy, le July 5, 2022
3 min.
Tonight, I'm fucking my math teacher, who is twenty years older than me, and discovering the pleasures of sex with a much more mature and experienced woman. A turning point in my sex life. I don't know it yet, but my relationship with her will go far beyond simple geometry or algebra exercises. My name is Pierre, I'm 19 at the time, and I'm discovering something unsuspected within myself.
A rather reserved student, I listen attentively and try to concentrate on my teacher's very precise speech. She is quite classic and shows rigor with little room for moments of madness. With short hair, she is brunette, slim, and dry. She wears dark pants, a brown or black leather belt, and long-sleeved blouses. This woman intrigues me. This woman arouses in me the desire to unravel a mystery that I do not grasp. Her gaze is piercing, sharp, biting, but mysterious. Despite a classic and sober appearance, it is possible to guess under the open blouse, pretty small breasts held in a padded, mostly raw bra.
I find myself daydreaming about her breasts and imagining them round and bouncy when she removes her constricting underwear. In my dreams, she frees them with relief, massages them in the hollow of her hands, and relaxes after a long day of work with her students.
I like the way she looks at me. She really looks, and you can see depth and hidden fantasy behind her respectable teacher costume. Sometimes she questions me after class about this or that exercise. The exchange is pleasant and drifts to other subjects related to my occupations and hobbies.
I play the guitar and for once, someone takes a particular interest in it. It's this same who, one day, came to see me play during a musical performance with a group of musician friends. I spot her, smile at her, and meet her after the concert to get her opinion on the performance. She is radiant, made up, and for once, dressed in a red and very bright dress. I show her around the event's backstage, and in a moment of recklessness, I kiss her passionately. I think she was waiting for that. She retorts with a fiery kiss, all tongue out, and makes me understand her state of intense excitement. I pin her against the wall of the empty room and sniff her enticing scent, reinforced by the powerful perfume that floods her neck. I linger on her breasts, so often imagined flourishing in an underwear release, and I fondle them with avidity and frenzy in a wild and passionate contact.
My teacher lets herself go and guides me to her wet crotch, already lubricated with wetness by her state of total excitement. At that moment, I no longer reason, I no longer think about algebra or geometry, and I unsheathe my hard cock to slip into her mysterious and soaked pussy. I plunge into her dilated vagina and get carried away in a series of vigorous back-and-forth movements, to the sound of the pleasure moans of my teacher. Spread out on the worktable, she spreads her legs wider and wider to feel my big cock slip into her, brush against the mucosa, and make her vibrate even stronger. I devour her tits that point towards me imploring me to eat them wildly, and I tease with my hungry tongue her small, thrilling, and sensitive nipples. I slide easily and intensely into her perfectly shaved and accessible pussy without panties. The red dress pulled up to the waist is the ideal garment for an improvised fuck. That day, I make my math teacher, 20 years older than me, come in the backstage of my show and discover the pleasure of making love with a more mature woman.