I could feel her pussy juice flowing out of her and soaking my dick. She trembled a bit longer before it came to an end. When she stopped shaking, she put her mouth next to my ear and told me “My pussy is yours now. Only you get to fuck this pussy! Any fucking time you want to!”
What can I say. She was a great fuck, so I fucked her at least once a week until graduation.
There were only a few weeks of school left when I was sitting in history class. I had asked a girl named Julie if she wanted to go out on Friday night, and she had readily agreed. When the class ended, the teacher, Ms. Brightwell, said she needed to see me after class. I thought I was in trouble because I had been caught talking to Julie in class. I walked up to Ms. Brightwell’s desk and asked, “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes Mr. Carlotti, I do. I need your help with a project. Do you have anywhere you need to be in the next thirty minutes?”
“No, ma’am. This is my last class of the day, and I don’t need to be home until dinner time. How can I help you?”
I would guess Ms. Brightwell was in her early 30’s. She was about 5’7″, 125 pounds, light brown hair, and brown eyes. She wore a minimum of makeup, but she really didn’t need any. I hadn’t really noticed before, but she was beautiful. She was wearing a starched white blouse with the top two buttons undone, and a navy-blue pencil skirt. I would guess she had 38 C cup breasts. When I lifted my eyes from her breasts and looked at her face, she was smiling. She said, “I need your help in the storage room.”
I’m not sure why, but I had never noticed the room off to the left of her desk. She told me to come with her, and I found myself watching her ass as she walked through the door into the storage room. There was a copying machine against the wall, two filing cabinets, a sink with a roll of paper towels above it, and a shelf with several boxes above the filing cabinets. She pointed to a box and said, “Can you get that box for me?”
I answered, “Sure thing!” and then I took the box down and sat it on the floor. She said, “Thank you. Mr. Carlotti. Do you know who coaches the cheerleader team?”
“Uh, no ma’am. I didn’t even know they had a coach.”
She smiled and said, “I coach the team. I was the captain of my team in high school and college.” Then she continued, “As the team coach, I hear a lot of their gossip. You know the one thing I have heard more than anything else?” She didn’t give me a chance to answer, she just continued, “All of my girls seem to think you have a big cock, and you really know how to use it. I thought that was interesting, but then I heard Cindy talking about prom night. She agreed that you have a big cock, and you really know how to use it, but she was more impressed with your tongue. She said you made her cum more with your tongue than any of the football players had with their dick. Is that true Mr. Carlotti?”
My mom and dad had taught me not to brag, but they said I should be confident. And I have already told you that my dad had taught me how to seduce a woman. It was obvious that I didn’t need to try to seduce Ms. Brightwell because she was trying to seduce me. I just smiled at her and said, “A gentleman never tells who he has made love to.”
She smiled and said, “That’s an interesting phrase, Mr. Carlotti. Most people, especially high school boys, don’t talk about making love. They just brag about how many girls they’ve fucked.”
“Ms. Brightwell, it is always my intention to make love to any woman I take to bed. I only fuck them if that is what they want. My goal is to bring them as much pleasure as possible. I would never spank their ass or bite their nipples unless that is what they wanted me to do. And the reason high school boys brag about how many girls they’ve fucked is because, as you said, they are high school boys. I consider myself a man, not a boy, and more importantly, I’m a gentleman. And a gentleman never tells.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Carlotti, because I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out I was having sex with a student.”
“Ms. Brightwell, you are a beautiful, sexy woman. I would consider it a great privilege if you would allow me to make love to you. And I can assure you, I would never tell anyone about it. But if we are going to do that, the least you could do is call me Rocco.”
She flashed me a bright smile and said, “Then I guess you should call me Carla.”
She then opened the box and pulled out an air mattress and a blanket. She plugged the air mattress in, and it was fully inflated in just a minute. She spread the blanket and said, “I’m sorry it’s not the Hilton or the Ritz, but it will have to do. She then unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. While she was taking her skirt off, I dropped my pants and pulled my polo shirt over my head. She looked at me and said, “Damn! They weren’t kidding. You’re not even hard yet and your cock is bigger than anything I’ve ever seen.”
I didn’t answer. I just moved to her, put my arm around her shoulder, pulled her to me and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. I whispered in her ear, “How much time do we have?”
“About two hours.”
“Good. I would hate to rush this.” I then helped her lie down, kissed her again, and then started working my way down to her breasts. I sucked her nipples until they were hard and then continued down until I reached her pussy. She had a small brown landing strip, and I could smell the pleasant aroma of her arousal. I ate her through an earth-shaking climax, and she whispered, “Please come fuck me.”
I said, “Let me make love to you, and if you still want me to fuck you, I will.” I then put my hard cock in her and started a slow in and out rhythm. She had two more orgasms before she said, “Shit! I don’t know where you learned how to please a woman, but I have never had anyone give me so much pleasure. I hope you’ll see me again, maybe at my house, but will you do me a favor and pound my pussy with that beautiful cock of yours?”
“It would be my pleasure.” I then started pounding my cock in her until I could feel her cervix. I continued pumping her as fast, hard and deep as I could. She had three more orgasms before I said, “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
“YESSS! CUM IN MEEE! OH, SHIT! I’m Cumming again!”
By that time, we had been going at it for over an hour. I stood up, wet some paper towels, and then I started wiping her pussy and then my cock. When she saw what I was doing, she told me to stop, and then she got on her knees and started sucking my cock. When she had me completely clean, she said, “Thank you, Rocco. You have made an old lady very happy. Please tell me you’ll come to my house sometime and fuck me again.”
“First, I don’t want to hear you say you’re old. You are not old. You are beautiful, vibrant, and sexy as fuck. And second, how would every Wednesday afternoon sound?”
She agreed, gave me her address, and we made sure we had erased any evidence of our romp before we left the room. I met her at her house every Wednesday afternoon, and we fucked like rabbits. When the school year ended, I was surprised to see I had made an A in History. I didn’t even like History!
I didn’t totally give up my jeans and T-shirts, but by the time I had graduated, I was mostly wearing Italian slacks, shirts, and shoes. My dad had also bought me two Armani suits, but I didn’t really have much of a chance to wear them.
My mom and dad both had advanced college degrees in finance, and they both worked in the same office. My dad was the chief financial officer, and my mom was a financial analyst. They both made a good salary, and because of their smart investments, they made a fortune in the stock market. I never asked if we were millionaires, I just know we lived comfortably in a large house in a very affluent neighborhood of Orange County, California.
I was a good student in High School and graduated toward the top of my class. I had my choice of colleges, not only because I had the grades to get in, but because my parents could afford the tuition to wherever I wanted to go. Most of the seniors were going steady, and they selected the college they were going to attend by where their boyfriend or girlfriend would be going. I never had a steady girlfriend. By the time I graduated, I had fucked most of the senior class, including all the cheerleaders, and several of the girls that had steady boyfriends. I had also fucked three teachers besides Ms. Brightwell. As worried as she said she was about people finding out that she had fucked a student, apparently, she had told several of her teacher friends.
My mom and dad had met while attending USC, so I decided to apply there so I could continue living at home. Since we lived in Dana Point, USC was just an hour drive from our house. I was accepted and entered the business school where I majored in accounting and minored in business law.
On my first day in my accounting class, I noticed a girl sitting a few seats away from me. I had a feeling I knew her from someplace, but I couldn’t remember where. She was a beautiful blond with blue eyes, and she had the body of a model with fairly large breasts and well-toned legs. I had a hard time concentrating because I kept sneaking glances at her. I noticed that every time I looked at her, she was looking at me and smiling. After class, I approached her and asked, “Excuse me, but have we met?”
She flashed a brilliant smile before answering, “No. I’m sure if we had, I would have remembered.”
I introduced myself, and she said her name was Astrid. I asked, “So, how many children do you want to have?”
She gave me a confused look and asked, “Why would you ask that?”
“Well, I’m sure we’re going to be married, so I thought I should ask.”
She laughed and remarked, “You’re very confident, aren’t you?”
“Well, school has just started, and this is a freshman class, so I assumed you didn’t have a boyfriend because if I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you out of my sight. I wanted to be sure and ask you out before anyone else has a chance. And after we’ve dated for a while, I’m sure you will agree to marry me.”
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