~~~ Wednesday ~~~
Mrs. Williams didn’t get her morning fuck because we were all running behind. I grabbed the breakfast sandwiches from the freezer, nuked them until they were lava, and sent one with each of them – along with napkins.
My mother-in-law was already out the door when I saw that she’d forgotten the stack of file folders that she was still working through. I grabbed them, threw them into the car, and texted her that I was bringing them and not to go back for them. She told me to meet her at the back door.
As I walked up, she opened the door, and I held out the files – but she grabbed my wrist and dragged me inside.
“Wait here,” she said, moving quickly to her classroom, to return empty-handed.
She grabbed my wrist, once again, and we headed down the hallway in the other direction. We got to a classroom that I had never seen used and she used her keys to unlock the door. She locked it back as soon as we were inside. The room was filled with an accumulation of desks, tables, and ancient electronics. The teacher’s desk was still sitting where it should be – with a relatively uncluttered area around it – but the rest of the room was stacks and towers.
There was a paint-covered drop-cloth draped over the solitary piece of furniture. Mrs. Williams peeled it off and a cloud of dust erupted from it as she tossed it to the floor. The desk, beneath, looked brand new.
“Clothes,” she said.
I started undressing – watching her as she did the same. I fucking loved this game. My cock was already rock-hard. I didn’t know how much time we had – or what she had in mind – but I was all in.
She kept her bra & panties on. I pouted and she giggled and kissed me. She crouched down and took my ball-sac into her hand – like she was picking out fruit at the supermarket. She gave them each a little kiss – and then inhaled my erection. My nuts were now pressed against her chin. Her hair was perfect – and I didn’t know what to do with my hand – so I clasped them behind my neck.
“Fuck!” I coughed out – as she sucked me like a mother-fucking vacuum cleaner.
My cock made a popping noise as it came out of her mouth & throat.
“Desk,” she ordered.
I sat on the edge. She pointed to the middle. I scooted back and laid flat on the surface – like an Aztec sacrifice waiting for the blade.
She walked around beside the desk, wrapped her soft hand around my stiff rod, and slowly stroked me – leaning forward to kiss the breath from my lungs.
When I was out of breath, she leaned to my ear and whispered, “You make me so horny, naughty boy. You make my pussy ache, just thinking about having you inside of me – and, when you fill me with your seed, I dream of having your baby. I want it so badly that my breasts ache – yearning to start producing milk. The milk that you and your child will suck from my breasts as I hold you in my arms. You make me feel so very special and I’m so happy you agreed to all of this. I will give myself to you for as long as you will have me.”
With that she climbed on top of me, pulled her panties to the side, looked into my eyes, and teased the head of my cock along the top of her slit – bumping it against her clit. Then – ever so slowly – she glided it – nestled within her labia – until it found her Holy of Holies. She nudged the tip against her entrance – but she wouldn’t take me inside. My fists were clenched. I felt myself shoving them against the sides of my legs – willing her to let me in – my mind screaming that I was going to fucking explode if she didn’t give in soon.
She lowered her weight – so slowly. My cock ached in anticipation. She pushed until the crown finally popped inside – the flare of my cock-head – lighting up like a Christmas tree as the stimulation shot an electric-jolt to my forehead.
She continued inserting my penis – millimeter by millimeter – into her gripping pussy – the muscles of her vagina touching every part of me as every nerve-ending traveled towards the goal.
When the tip of my penis touched the wall of her cervix, I gasped. At that same moment, a wave of contractions traveled down her sex-organ – and crested when it reached my knob. Her pussy squirted and I came. I usually cum in spurts. This was like a geyser erupting. It was like Mentos in a 2-liter of Coke. My body shook as every milliliter of semen was ejected from my body – and then I collapsed – exhausted.
“I love you, Reggie Mitchell. That – that – is what you do to me. Every time.”
She climbed off, gave me a loving kiss, sucked my cock clean, dressed, and left the room – locking it behind her.
I do not know how long I laid there, immobilized, before I was able to get up.
I sat on the edge of the desk, waiting for the vertigo to pass.
Some of my lover’s sticky mess was still covering my groin as I put my clothes back on. I draped the drop-cloth back over the desk, went to the door, paused to clear my head, and slipped out.
A few students were moving, quickly, up & down the hallways – from lockers to classrooms – but I didn’t see anybody I knew – and they all just kind of ignored me.
Before I turned towards the exit, I glanced down at my favorite teacher’s classroom. She was nowhere in sight but I swore – as I gave the door handle a push – I heard her tell a student to stop running in the halls.
I was 20 minutes late for Spanish. Kasey quirked an eyebrow at me when I walked into the room but – when I sat down beside her – she leaned over, gave a little sniff, and then reached over to pinch my nipple.
After our classes were done for the day, we dropped her car at home, dumped off our books, and rode together to Nick’s house. On the way, I told her everything. She rubbed my dick and nibbled my ear as I gave her the details. When I parked at Nick’s, she put her hand on my cheek and pulled me over for a sexy kiss.
We spent the afternoon – and most of the evening – catching up with Nick & Natalie and Paul & Cindy. I was surprised to see that Nick was doing a lot more touching than in the past – and Natalie wasn’t denying any of his touches or teases. Kasey told me, later, that they still weren’t ready to be intimate – but they were moving that way. She expected Nick to propose before the holidays. Meanwhile, Paul had, basically, moved in with Cindy – with Benny’s blessing. The only real question, there, was whether or not Cindy would be pregnant before Paul popped the question.