My name is Jason. The following happened when I was a junior in high school with my English III teacher, Ms. Cole. Her hair was short and natural black, a rarity; she had two large, round, possibly 36F size breasts; her waist was about forty-eight inches, but that didn’t matter because her ass was the perfect size; her long legs were very slim compared to the rest of her body. They were big, yes, but not huge. Everything about her was perfect.

One afternoon, after seventh hour, I was on my way home when Mrs. Cole calls me over to the class.
“I need some yard work done tomorrow after school. Do you think you can help me out?” she asked.
“Sure. I can be over there right after school. Just give me the address.” I replied.
She wrote the address on a slip of paper and told me to be there by 3:45.

The next day was a Friday. School went on as normal. But that afternoon was when I was going to Mrs. Cole’s house. I hopped into my car and drove over there.

I was surprised when I got to Mrs. Cole’s house because the door was unlocked. Thinking nothing of it, I went inside and called to Mrs. Cole.
“Mrs. Cole, I’m here!” I yelled.
“The tools are in the kitchen-,” she replied from upstairs. “-along with a list of what needs done.” I grabbed the tools and the list and proceeded outside to do what needed to be done (mow lawn, rake leaves, trim trees, trim hedges, etc.). During that time, Mrs. Cole had come downstairs from whatever she was doing.

To her (and my) surprise, I was finished in less than an hour and a half. By this time she had gone back inside. I decided to go back inside for a glass of water.

Mrs. Cole called me upstairs. I set my water down on the table and went up the stairs. It was very hot up there, so I took my vest off and set it on the banister. I went into her room and closed the door.
“Mrs. Cole,” I yelled. For a few seconds there was no answer. “Mrs. Cole,” I called again. This time, I got a response.
“In the bathroom,” she called. Now I could hear her piss hitting the toilet bowl and I was strangely aroused by the sound. I thought about baseball to get rid of my small erection because if it continued, it wouldn’t be small for much longer.

Mrs. Cole came out of the bathroom in a sheer bathrobe. She looked unbelievably sexy in it. Despite my attempts to hide my erection earlier, it came back much stronger that ever before. I could see her somewhat erect nipples through thin cloth of the bathrobe and her clearly fresh shaven pussy was visible right before my eyes.
“I’m a little strapped for cash at the moment,” she said. “Is there anything else I can repay you with?”
I was a little stunned at the moment to say anything. Was it mere coincidence that she didn’t have much money and was practically naked three feet away from me, the only thing separating us was a sheet of linen barely 1/8th of an inch thick? I think not!

But my brain wasn’t letting me comprehend any of this. My heart said, “No, this is wrong,” But my boner said, “Yes! Fuck her brains out!”
So I just stood there, mouth agape as she stood there waiting for a response. I stood there for not more than five seconds, but it seemed like five hours. Soon, she answered her question for me by kissing me and shoving her tongue down my throat.

I turned around and locked the door. Then I set her down onto bed. I caressed her neck as we kissed passionately. I pulled off her bathrobe and revealed her two huge breasts.

I used my left hand to undo the clamp on her bra while using my right to caress her soft tits. She moaned softly as I kissed her soft breasts. I moved lower and lower with my kisses. Her pussy was already moist and dripping. I licked her pussy and she moaned in ecstasy.
“Ohhhhh that feels soooo good…” she groaned.
She tasted so sweet, like a mix of milk and honey. I ate her for a good ten minutes. Soon, she was cumming. I could taste her cum as it shot into my mouth.

I sat down behind her and had her sit between my legs, her back to me. I placed my hand around her and slid one of my fingers into her wet, moist pussy. She continued to groan as I slid a second finger into her. I began doing a “come here” motion with my fingers and she orgasmed instantly.

I got on my back as she turned around, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my fully erect, 9” cock. She slowly jacked it for a few long and glorious minutes. Then, she placed the tip of it on her tongue. She took it an inch at a time until it was all the way down her throat. I could hear her gag as my cock reached the back of her throat. She blew me for several minutes, her tongue licking my cock like it was a sucker. I felt my self go in the back of her throat. Like it was nothing more than a drink of water, she swallowed every drop.

Then she crawled on top of me, sat up on her knees with her feet hanging off of the table. She positioned herself over my cock and began riding it. I thrust my pelvis up to meet her when she moved down. Soon, she began to moan with pleasure and I felt her body begin to quiver.
“Oh, fuck me! Oh, God! Oh, that feels so good!” she yelled. It was several minutes before she orgasmed. I came at the same time she did.

I placed her back on her back and positioned my cock near her pussy. I thrust in and out of her as she came not once, not twice, but at least three times. She moaned as my large cock thrust in and out of her tight pussy. She began screaming at the top of her lungs as she let go and squirted all over the floor. I continued fucking her until I felt my self go too.

After she finished squirting, she used the panties she had worn to school that day to clean it up. When the panties were soaked, she got one of her large bras to get the rest of it. I pulled my pants back up and thanked her for that wonderful time. She thanked me too and said she should have me help her with her garden more often. I chuckled at the thought of how much it sounded like a sexual innuendo. Right before I left, she handed me the bra and panties she used to clean up her cum.

“Sniff them,” she said, “when you think of me. I’ll invite you over more often.”
I said I will and left her naked on her bed to think about the last half hour.

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