Loading...Thinking back on that first time with Julie was enough to nearly push me over the edge all by itself. As I eased up and stopped at the next traffic light, I slid my hand between my legs and began to slip two fingers inside my leaking pussy. This time, I was so hot that I almost wished someone would see me.
The anticipation, the dread, the memory of her sweet young body all combined to put me in that zone where I just needed to cum.
My mother could have pulled up along side of me and I would not, could not, have removed my fingers from my cunt. I smeared my nectar all around my opening and began to rub my clit furiously. There was no time for the usual teasing or preliminaries.
Fortunately, this time the car beside me at the light was a small one like mine, and the woman driver was not high enough to see into my vehicle. But I sensed that she was watching me. I suppose it must have been the wanton expression on my face. Eyes partially closed, lips parted, nostrils flaring—all the signals of arousal. I watched her watch me, but never slowed my fingers. Before the light even turned green again, my legs stiffened, pressing hard against the floorboard of the car, and I had a thunderous orgasm.
Just as the light changed, I wiped my juices from my hand so I could grip the wheel to drive and pulled away slowly. I had no idea what the woman must have been thinking, and at that point, I had too many other things on my mind to really care.
I was on my way to an address that Julie had given me that morning. I had no idea what I would find when I got there or what I might be required to do.
All that I knew for certain was that I was driving through the city, naked from the waist down, all on the orders of an 18- year-old student from my senior English class. My god, my god.
But I guess I’m getting a little ahead of myself. I need to provide a bit more background.
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Almost from the minute I left Julie’s apartment after I seduced her that day, I began to feel this overwhelming guilt. Here I was, a respected teacher who had just done a terrible thing to one of my students. It didn’t matter that Julie seemed to be a willing participant. I was the authority figure in this situation, and I should have acted accordingly.
Driving home, I could still feel the moisture in my cunt, my arousal still fresh in my mind and my body. And, my god, did that sweet young body do something to me! I felt light-headed from everything that had happened.
I shook my head to try to bring myself back to my senses, vowing that I could not possibly let anything happen again between Julie and me. There was much too much at stake—my career, my marriage, not to mention her delicate psyche. And, of course, there was my own psyche, which was also pretty screwed up right then.
For the rest of the weekend, thoughts of Julie kept flitting in and out of my mind. Little images, the sounds, smells, sensations of my time with her kept coming back. And each time my nipples would stiffen and I would feel that moistening between my legs.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it, but on Monday I had to tell Julie what a mistake it was for me to do that to her on Saturday. I’d ask her forgiveness, beg her not to tell anyone, and pray that one day I would be able to look back on the incident and say, “What the hell were you thinking?”
But when the seniors began to file into my class on Monday, I realized it wasn’t going to be so easy to maintain my resolve. My eyes searched the faces of the students as they came in and found their seats until I found Julie. When she saw me looking at her, she blushed a little and gave me a smile that said she was enjoying the secret that only the two of us knew. At least I prayed that only two of us knew!
She was wearing the denim mini that always made me crazy when I saw her in it. She had paired it with a white blouse that buttoned up the front, and I could see through the rather thin material that she was wearing a black demi-bra underneath. Two buttons of the blouse were already undone, displaying a good bit of her tanned chest. She smiled a little wider, as she noticed my reaction to her sexy outfit and took her place in her usual spot in the first row directly in front of my desk.
Even though I was shaken at seeing Julie for the first time since Saturday, especially wearing an outfit that was so obviously calculated to get my attention, I realized I had a class to teach. So I set about starting a review of some of the things that were going to be on the final exam scheduled for Friday.
I was grateful to be able to turn around and write things on the dry erase board because each time I turned away from the class, it gave me the chance to collect myself a bit and try and gain some control. But each time I turned back, there was Julie, sitting there in her sexy outfit, with that cute little grin on her face.
And to make matters worse each time I turned around, I noticed that her legs were spread just a bit farther apart. It was obvious that she was teasing me, trying to see how I would react. Once, as I was trying to explain a concept from one of the novels I’d assigned, Julie casually reached up and unfastened two more buttons on her blouse, allowing me to glimpse more of the ample cleavage that she had placed on display.
When I saw that, the words caught in my throat, and I had to fake a coughing spell to give me time to recover. But the last straw came when I turned around from the board once more to see that Julie had allowed her skirt to ride up nearly to her waist. I could see the boy to her left trying to get a look out of the corner of his eye, but he didn’t have the angle that I did. He couldn’t tell, as I could, that Julie was not wearing panties!
That was all I could handle, and I told the class to review on their own for the rest of the period and sat at my desk pretending to look through some papers. Of course, what I was really doing was sitting there watching Julie, studying her young pussy as she intentionally displayed it for me, remembering what it felt like, tasted like. It was fortunate that I was sitting right then, because my legs were too weak to hold me up.
Finally, the bell broke through the quiet hum of the classroom and brought me back from my daydream about Saturday at Julie’s apartment. The students looked as if they had been ejected from their seats, they were up so quickly, eager to be out of school for the day and onto some fun.
But Julie didn’t move at the sound of the bell. She sat there, legs spread a bit too wide, blouse unbuttoned much too far, and waited as the classroom emptied. Finally, she rose casually from her seat and smiled again at me as she began to collect her things.
“Julie,” I said, trying to make my voice sound as teacher-like as possible, “we need to talk. Would you mind staying for just a bit?”
“Sure, Mrs. Robertson.” She certainly seemed a lot more relaxed about the whole situation than I, and that made me feel even more uncomfortable.
After the last student had exited, I turned to Julie, again making an attempt at my most professional demeanor. I had a mental argument with myself about whether I should close the classroom door, and decided it would be much better to leave it open. I hoped the open door would minimize the temptation I was feeling.
I sat down at my desk, knees demurely together and feet tucked slightly under my chair. I made sure that my full skirt was pulled down as far as it would go, which was just about to my knees. My conservative white blouse was buttoned all the way to my neck. I only wished I’d worn panty hose that morning, just to provide a bit more “insulation,” but I had to be content being covered by my conservative cotton panties.
Julie stood beside my desk and looked at me with that open, eager expression that I had enjoyed so much this year. Her breasts were just about at my eye level as I sat there, an indication of her short stature. She was standing so close that I could smell that fruity aroma that intoxicated me so, particularly because it was mixed with her own natural scent. She was obviously very turned on by displaying herself to me in class the way she had.
“Julie,” I said, trying not to look directly at her. “We need to talk about Saturday.”
“Oh, yes, Mrs. Robertson, it was just wonderful!”
That wasn’t the reaction I needed at that moment. “I’m not sure what came over me, but we simply can’t let that happen again,” I said in my sternest voice.
“What do you mean?” she whined, her pretty face clouding up. “I don’t want us to stop.”
“Julie, I have to apologize to you for Saturday. I don’t know what got into me. I’ve never done anything like that before… with anyone, let alone with a student.”
“Wasn’t I good enough?” she whispered. Her eyes were filling with tears, and her shoulders slumped just a little.
“Oh, no! It’s not that at all, dear. It was one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever experienced.” Just as the words flew out of my mouth, I was ready to bite my tongue. I never should have offered that kind of encouragement.
“Then if it was so good, we definitely should do it again!” I love the logic of a teenager. Everything is so black and white, so simple with them.
“It’s not that easy, Julie. You’re a student. I’m a teacher. I have obligations to you… and to your mother. Professional obligations. Besides, I could lose my job and maybe even end up in jail over this.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Robertson,” she chirped reassuringly, “I’ll keep your secret… our secret. I’ll never get you in trouble.”
“That’s not the point, Julie, although I do appreciate your keeping this just between us. It’s just not right.”
“I don’t care, “Julie pouted, her luscious lips pursed together into a little frown, “I want it. I want you.”
And with that, she moved a step closer to me and slowly raised the hem of her denim miniskirt. Higher and higher it went, until her womanhood was in full view. “Are you sure you don’t want me anymore?” she asked coyly, as she watched me intently, and followed my gaze downward to where it was fixed on her deliciously bare mound.
I couldn’t do anything but stare. My mouth went completely dry. I felt as if I was rooted to my chair. Never taking her eyes from mine, Julie began to touch herself, running her hand over her mound before slipping one finger just inside her tight opening.
“Stop it, Julie!” I almost screamed at her. And then it occurred to me that the last thing I wanted to do was attract the attention of anyone who might be passing my classroom. The halls had emptied of students by now, but there were always other teachers and custodial staff lurking around. I lowered my voice to just above a whisper and glanced nervously at the open door. “Please, Julie, this isn’t anything to joke around about.”
“I’m not joking, Mrs. Robertson,” she replied. “I don’t want us to stop. And I don’t think you really do, either.”
And with that, she reached over and put her hand on my knee. It rested there only a second before she began to slowly slide my skirt upward, My nipples sprang to attention at her touch and little goose bumps formed on my leg when I felt her hand moving lightly up along the inside of my thigh.
“Besides, Mrs. Roberson, I didn’t get to do anything for you on Saturday. And I really want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
“That’s out of the question, Julie!” I protested. “Especially here in school.”
But she didn’t seem to hear me, as she continued to slide her hand up farther, pressing forcefully upward when I tried to clamp my thighs together. I was already aroused from watching her display her bare pussy to me for an hour, and the feel of her warm hand so close to my sex was just too much. My heart began to pound at the danger, the stupidity, of what we were doing. But any rational thought was easily overcome by the lust I was feeling for her at that moment.
Keeping the one hand in place between my legs, Julie reached with her other and pressed it against my breast. Even through the fabric of my bra, I’m sure she could tell how firm and erect my nipple was. Her fingers were tracing over the front panel of my panties, pressing them into me, soaking them with my nectar.
She pressed herself closer to my chair and wedged her thighs between my knees and forced them farther and farther apart as she leaned toward me. As she bent down to kiss me, I could see completely inside her barely-buttoned blouse. Her breasts were straining against the half-cups they were resting in and I could clearly see the darker pink of her areolas.
Then her face was close to mine and she was kissing me—eagerly, firmly, fully. Her tongue pressed itself inside my mouth and suddenly her hands were all over. My breasts, my pussy, my face. It was as if she was possessed. I didn’t see how it was possible to be taken so aggressively but such a small girl. The thought of what I had unleashed in her scared the hell out of me.
She dropped to her knees between my legs and began licking her way from my knees upward along my thighs. But she was not in the mood to tease and take her time. And I didn’t want her to. I could feel my climax building the minute she forced her hand between my legs, and I knew that one touch on my bare pussy would probably push me over the edge. Besides, the door to my classroom was still open and I knew that someone could pass by any minute.
Fortunately, my desk was in one corner of the room, so it was not in the direct line of sight from the hallway, and by now Julie had knelt down to the point that she was nearly concealed under the desk. But it was still frightening to realize that we could be discovered at any moment. But I was not about to stop things right then to get up and close the door. I was simply too close to an amazing orgasm!
Julie reached up underneath my skirt and grabbed for the waistband of my panties. I lifted my ass from the chair and she pulled them down in one fluid motion. I scooted toward the edge of my chair to give her better access and immediately I felt her tongue on me. She was like an eager puppy, lapping at my dripping box. I’m not sure she even knew where my clit was. But the eagerness of her licks allowed her to find it every few strokes and each time sent an electric shock from the base of my spine, through my nipples and back again to my cunt.
Just then I heard footsteps in the hallway! I froze and grabbed Julie’s head and held it still between my thighs.
“You in there, Mrs. Robertson?” It was the custodian!
“Yes, it’s just me, Mr. Wilson,” I croaked. I know my voice had to sound incredibly strange. It didn’t help that Julie continued to run the tip of her tongue along my crease, despite my best efforts to hold her still.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” I lied, “just gathering up a few things before I go home.” I was praying he wouldn’t stick his head all the way in my room and see the look on my face. I’d be busted for sure.
“All right, then, I’ll be back to clean in a few minutes when you’re gone.”
“Mr. Wilson, would you mind pushing my door shut?” It was all I could do to get those last few words out.
“Sure thing, ma’am.” The sound of the closing door was probably the sweetest thing I’d ever heard.
I breathed an immense sigh of relief and I felt the strength drain out of my body. Sensing an opening, Julie forced her tongue farther inside and began to lap at my inner folds. That was too much. My body exploded. Lights flashed. Every muscle in my body tensed and then went slack as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
The combination of danger, forbidden fruit, and sheer physical sensation combined to make it the most intense orgasm of my entire life.
When I finally came down from that incredible climax, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Julie sitting there at my feet with her knees tucked under her. Her head was resting against my leg, and she was staring at me with those big brown eyes. She also had a very self-satisfied smile on her face that told me she knew exactly how much I’d enjoyed what she did to me. But the thing that really got to me was that almost her entire face was slick and shiny with my juices. She had buried her pretty face in my pussy and refused to pull away until she made me cum. And the results were there on her face for all to see.
I reached down and took her by the shoulders, pulling her upward and toward me. She was standing again, there between my knees, and I took her face in my hands and brought her mouth to mine. “Thank you, Julie,” I whispered softly and then I kissed her full on the mouth. Kissed her like a lover. Kissed her hungrily. And she returned every one of those kisses.
“See,” she giggled when I finally released her lips for a few seconds. “I told you we shouldn’t stop.”
“Oh, but Julie, we must stop. This just isn’t right, and it’s going to have an unhappy ending.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Robertson, no one will ever know. And don’t forget, my mother works all day Saturday. We can have the apartment to ourselves for the whole day.”
With that, Julie smiled that wonderful smile, and turned toward my classroom door.
“No, Julie, I can’t… ”
But she was already out the door. Either she didn’t hear what I’d said, or she chose to ignore me.
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My heart was still racing from the excitement and danger of driving around town with nothing on but my short little top, and my pussy ached with arousal. The quick orgasm I’d managed at that light a little ways back helped some. But my need was growing again as I wondered, dreaded what might lie ahead of me that day.
I glanced down at the printed copy of an email between my bare legs—a paper now smeared with the nectar from my arousal—and reread the address that Julie had sent me that morning. Thirteen forty-three Mansfield Drive, it read. I was familiar with the area, a nice middle-class neighborhood on the northwest side of town.
I ran my fingers through my long, dark hair, trying to brush it back from my face a little. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath when I realized that I’d just massaged some of my pussy juice into my hair. As if I didn’t smell enough like fucking already. “Well, I guess I’ll just smell like a whore until I can get a shower,” I thought to myself.
I made a left turn at Mansfield and eased my red compact car down the block, looking from one side of the street to the other, trying to locate number 1343. The street was lined with neat yards with a good number of mature trees, some so big that they blocked my view of the house numbers until I was right in front.
A few children were playing along the sidewalks, enjoying their freedom from school and the warm weather. But, generally, things were pretty quiet. It was mid-afternoon, and most of the parents were away at work. A lot of the younger kids were inside taking naps.
I was glad to see that not too many people were around because my instructions were clear. I had been ordered to park in the driveway of 1343 Mansfield, walk to the front door, ring the bell, and wait. That’s all Julie told me. To wait. I assumed someone would open the door and be expecting me. But who would it be?
Oh yes, and there is that little matter of my being naked from the waist down while I was making my way from the car to the porch. I hoped like hell that whoever was going to open the door would do it quickly.
Lost in thought over what I was about to do, I almost passed the house I was looking for and had to slam on the breaks. The tires squealed a little, and I tensed up, hoping that I hadn’t called attention to myself. I pulled into the driveway, with my heart about to beat out of my chest. It was time to steel myself for the nearly-nude walk to the front door and for whatever was on the other side.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, I noticed two young women, probably babysitters, walking slowly down the sidewalk following three kids riding small bicycles. Two of them were still using training wheels, so they were going quite slowly. I knew I certainly had to let them get well-past before trying to make it to the house.
I scooted myself low in the seat, hoping they wouldn’t see me sitting there in the driveway and come up to ask if I needed some help or something. I hoped the kids would distract them. As my bottom slid lower in the seat, I left a wet trail of nectar on the soft leather, another reminder of what this afternoon was all about. Even in my state of apprehension, I was still so aroused that I couldn’t keep from reaching down and touching myself gently as I waited for the people to pass by.
As I waited and played my fingers lightly along my swollen lips, I closed my eyes and thought back to how I got here in the first place.
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I was always exhausted the Saturday after school dismissed for the summer and usually ended up sleeping until noon. But not this day. I’d slept only fitfully Friday night, to the point that Dave finally asked me if there was something bothering me. Of course I said no, and tried to be still, as I lay there thinking about everything that had gone on between Julie and me during the past week.
I still couldn’t believe that I’d first seduced my senior English student, then let her seduce me right in my classroom. I was on the verge of committing professional suicide and very possibly getting sent to jail, and all I could think of was how sweet her little cunt tasted when I took her there in her apartment last Saturday, and how eagerly she returned the favor after school the following Monday.
My juices began to flow as I lay there and thought about her firm little body and those womanly breasts. And most of all, I thought of how she had urged me to come to her apartment today while her mother was at work.
“We can have almost the whole day together,” she’d told me, and I could only imagine what we could do to each other in that amount of time.
But at the same time, my guilt about the whole thing was getting to be almost unbearable. I had to steel myself and stay away from that girl! I knew nothing good could possibly come from our relationship… except for how good my pussy felt when she lapped at it with her eager young tongue.
Little ribbons of light were beginning to filter in though the blinds on our bedroom window, and I had decided I might as well get up so as not to bother Dave’s sleep any more. But about that time, he rolled over toward my side of the bed and draped his arm over my stomach. He was rousing a bit and that move usually meant he was going to be “frisky” in the morning.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the arm moved upward and his hand just “happened” to come to rest on my left breast. Still, he was not fully awake, but we had things pretty much on automatic pilot when it came to sex after nearly 15 years of marriage.
I was sleeping in a long T shirt and panties and Dave was wearing nothing but his boxers. I glanced over at him, his eyes still closed but with a little half-smile forming on his lips, and it reminded me how much I loved him, and how much I needed to end this… this thing… I was having with Julie. And end it quickly.
By now, Dave had stopped feigning sleep and opened his eyes and smiled at me. It was a smile that always melted my heart, and I rolled toward him, put my face very close to his and whispered, “Do you know how much I love you, baby?” I followed it up with a big, wet kiss, pressing my lips to his and hungrily thrusting my tongue in his mouth.
“Mmmmmmm. What’s that all about?” He asked. With us, kissing had become less and less a part of our lovemaking over the years, so that kind of display had to be a bit of a surprise to him.
“I just want you,” I whispered, “that’s all.”
And with that, I sat up and threw one leg over his waist and sat on my startled husband. In one smooth motion, I peeled the T shirt off and smiled as he reached up and began to massage my breasts with both hands. I leaned forward, resting my hands on either side of his face and dragged my erect nipples slowly over his muscular chest. I always loved the way his fine chest hair tickled them when I did that.
I kissed him again and could feel his cock springing to attention behind me. Dave always wakes up at about “half-mast,” and it took practically no time at all for him to get fully erect as a result of my attentions. I reached behind me and slid my hand inside his boxers and ran it along the length of his shaft, up and down, several times. I hadn’t been with many men in my life. None since Dave and I married. But in my limited experience, and from some comments I’d heard from some of the other female teachers at school, I felt as though Dave had a pretty nice cock. It was about seven inches long, and thick enough that my fingers could barely reach all the way around it.
But this morning, it felt especially big, and especially nice. And I guess what I was doing to it felt pretty nice, too, because I could feel a little precum beginning to ooze from it, and each time I gave it a squeeze, I felt a little jerk in return.
Dave was lying on his back with his eyes closed, just enjoying my impromptu hand job. I was already highly aroused from lying in bed all night thinking about Julie, and I didn’t want, or need, to spend a lot of time on foreplay. I just needed to cum really bad.
Turning loose of his cock, I leaned forward again, once more pressing my hard nipples into his chest. “I want to be your whore, baby,” I whispered to my startled husband. “I want you to fuck me like the bad girl I am.”
Now occasionally, Dave and I would play little games with each other. But he was not used to hearing such talk from me. He looked at me with wide eyes, and just lay there as if he didn’t know quite what to make of it.
“I’ve been a bad girl,” I repeated, my voice now husky with the arousal that was building in me. “Pleaaaaasssse. Fuck me like I deserve.”
I didn’t have to say any more. Dave had the message. He threw me off him and nearly tore his boxers off. His cock was standing stiffly at attention and I could see it throb and pulse with each beat of his heart. And his heart seemed to be beating rather fast by that point.
“Get on your hands and knees, whore,” he said sternly, “I’m going to fuck your naughty pussy.” And with that, he yanked down my panties and shoved me into position on all fours in front of him.
I felt the head of his cock tracing along my crease, searching for just the right place to part them. And it wasn’t long before he found it. Dave grabbed my hips hard as he shoved himself almost all the way in on the very first stroke. I think he was a little surprised at how smoothly his big cock entered me. We usually had to work our way up to it.
“So my naughty girl is really wet for me, huh,” he chuckled.
“Oh, god, yes, baby,” I panted back, not letting him know that a good part of that wetness was for my little Julie. “Now fuck me!” This time I nearly screamed it.
Dave was always good about doing as he was told. And this time was no exception. He began to pound in and out of me with deep, hard strokes. He’d pull his eight inches nearly all the way out, then thrust it as deep as possible. His thrusting was coming faster and faster, his heavy balls slapping my clit each time he bottomed out. But even that wasn’t enough stimulation to take care of what I needed that morning. So I slid one hand underneath and began to rub my clit furiously, taking myself higher and higher toward what I knew would be a crushing orgasm.
Then I surprised even myself. “Spank me!” I hissed at my startled husband. I’d never asked for that before, never even wanted it. But today was different.
Totally taken off guard, Dave paused for just a moment, as if asking an unspoken question. But the last thing I wanted him to do was stop. I wanted him to take me. Take me right then. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
“Spank me, goddammit!” I hissed, turning around to see the startled expression on his face.
But this time he got the message, and I felt the first smack of his hand on my right buttock.
“Harder!” I yelled, reaching down again and tugging at my clit.
I didn’t have to tell him again. The second blow brought tears to my eyes. And that was just what I needed right then. I wanted, needed to hurt and feel good at the same time. That was the perfect symbolism for my life at that moment.
Smack! Another swat, this one on my left cheek. Then another, and another, and another. And each time Dave’s hand came down hard on my ass, I could feel his cock pulse inside me. The little spasms were beginning for me, too.
Finally, after probably ten hard swats, neither of us could take any more. Dave grabbed my hips again with both hands and began pumping even harder than before. He pushed me forward until I was resting on my elbows, my sore red bottom thrust into the air to meet him each time he buried his hard cock once more.
Finally, he made one more deep thrust and just froze. I knew it was time, and I took my clit between two fingers and began to pinch and roll it until I felt this explosion deep at my core that began shooting out to every inch of my body. I felt Dave’s cock begin to throb and spasm, just as my cunt began those rolling waves that clutched and milked it.
One, two, three, four, times I felt him jerk against my throbbing tunnel, filling me with his hot semen. But it wasn’t nearly enough. I was on fire, crazy with lust, and I needed more. So I began to rub my swollen clit as fast as I could and rolled right from my first orgasm into a second that finally caused me to collapse flat on the bed. Spent. Exhausted. With Dave’s softening cock still clutched inside me.
He was so spent, too, that it was all he could do to keep from crushing me with his 180 pounds. But he managed to prop himself up just enough to keep from flattening me all together. Finally, I felt his shrinking cock slide out, followed very shortly by what felt like a river of our mingled juices. I’m not sure Dave had ever cum like that before, and I knew I hadn’t.
He rolled over on his side and began rubbing his hands lightly over my tender bottom. His hand felt cool to my enflamed flesh. “God, Susan, what was that about?” he asked, sounding almost worried that something had gone a little haywire with his normally conservative wife.
“Mmmmmmmm,” was all I could manage in my post-orgasmic bliss. Besides, I didn’t think it would be too wise to mention that one of my students had lit the fire that I needed him to put out that morning.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he said, “but I’ve got to get a shower and head over to the university to finish my enrollment for summer school. I think maybe we should talk some more.”
“It’s okay,” I told him, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t move right now.”
He laughed as he got up and headed into the bathroom, and I just lay there on my stomach, thinking about what I wanted so badly to do later that day. And trying with all my strength to talk myself out of doing it.
But the resolve just wasn’t there. I knew I would see Julie that day. Knew that I would taste her tender pussy once more. Knew that I would regret it.
And I slid my hand slowly underneath my limp body, cupped my sopping pussy until the heel of my hand was pressing my clitoris just right, and brought myself to my third orgasm of the morning.
I finally dragged myself out of bed around ten, showered, dressed and started pacing. I walked from one room to another, even out into the back yard, where I hoped the fresh air would bring me to my senses. But no luck.
Back in the house, I paused in front of the large mirror hanging in our entryway and just stared at the face reflected there. It was a pretty face, I had to acknowledge. But there was something about the eyes… my eyes. There was an intensity there that I didn’t usually see, a sort of burning. If the eyes truly are the window to the soul, it was clear that my need for Julie went that deep. The need I saw there scared me so much I had to turn away.
But it also convinced me that I might as well quit putting it off. I was going to see Julie that day, so I might as well quit stalling and head over to her apartment. When I arrived and rang the bell, Julie greeted me at the door with a smile. She didn’t seem at all surprised to see me, even though the last thing she heard from me was that we must not see each other any more.
“Oh, hi, Mrs. Robertson,” she smiled, those dark eyes sparkling at me. “Come on in. I was just chatting online and I need to say goodbye to my friend.”
I never understood the fascination of Julie’s generation with sitting in front of a computer hour after hour when they could actually be with REAL people. But there were apparently a lot of things I didn’t understand about Julie’s generation. Or at least about Julie.
I watched as she walked across the combination living/dining room toward her computer desk on the far wall. I always enjoyed watching her from behind, with her firm rounded hips that swayed so sensuously. Her body just exuded sexuality, and I wondered if she practiced the way she presented herself or whether it was simply in her DNA.
She was wearing some loose fitting athletic shorts, made of a red silky fabric. They were very short, too, and with each step they revealed just a hint of the curve of her bottom peeking out from underneath. She had paired them with a white tank top with very thin straps. And that was all. No shoes, obviously no bra from the way her pert young breasts revealed themselves when she was facing me, and I was betting no panties, either.
She sat briefly in her computer chair, typed a bit on the keyboard, apparently taking leave of her online friend, then turned to me with a warm smile. “There, that should take care of things, “she said and began to walk back to where I was still standing.
She walked up and stood very close and said softly, “I’m really glad you decided to come, Mrs. Robertson.” And with that she reached out and took my hand and began leading me over to the sofa.
“Wait a minute, Julie. Didn’t you hear a thing I said that day after class? We just have to stop this.”
“Don’t you want me, Mrs. Robertson?” she said, her voice rising to sound like a little girl’s. But I knew she didn’t really want an answer to her question. She already knew it. She knew I wanted her… desperately. But she was just teasing, tempting me.
She led us over to the couch and plopped down on one end while I sat on the other, watching her and wondering how long I could refrain from taking her in my arms and holding her close to me again. She turned sideways to face me and drew one leg underneath her. As she shifted positions, her loose shorts gapped and confirmed my suspicion that she was not wearing panties. That brief glimpse of the soft skin so close to her tight little pussy was more than I could take. My nipples instantly sprang to attention and I could feel the dampness between my legs.
“I like it when you look at me like that,” Mrs. Robertson. “It makes me feel all tingly.”
I didn’t quite know what to say to that. I didn’t really want to admit that it made me tingly, too. After all, I was not the one who was a teenager. I just felt like one. Julie looked into my eyes and began to caress herself slowly, sensuously. She ran her fingertips lightly over her erect nipples, which were trying to poke their way through her thin white tank top.
Almost without thinking, I reached up and began to do the same—mirroring her seductive movements. When she saw me start to caress myself as she was doing, she began to smile, a little mocking smile that seemed to be saying that she could have her way with me anytime she wanted. It must have been that look that snapped me out of my sexually-induced trance.
“This is crazy,” I thought to myself. “I’m the adult here. I’m the teacher. And here I am letting this seductive little bitch control me like this!”
I don’t quite understand what happened next, but a sort of fire just washed over me. I felt this crazy jumble of emotions all at once. I was angry, excited, scared… all at the same time. Before I even quite realized it, I reached across the sofa and grabbed Julie by her arm and pulled her over to me.
“All right, young lady,” I nearly shouted at her. “We’ll see who’s in control here!”
Of course, I could physically handle Julie with ease. She was barely over five feet and I was more than half a foot taller. I must have outweighed her by 30 pounds or more. And with the rush of emotions I was feeling right then, her little body felt like a rag doll’s in my grip.
Her mouth was open and her eyes wide as I tightened my grip on her arm even more and dragged her to me. “I’m going to teach you what happens to little sluts,” I yelled, “who flaunt their bodies like that!” And with that I turned the astonished Julie over my lap and prepared to administer the first spanking I’d ever given anyone.
Oh, I had been on the receiving end of numerous spankings from my mom and dad. Both of them had whipped me as I was growing up, and looking back, I had needed it every time. Always over their laps. Always with a bare bottom. With their hands most of the time, but occasionally when I had really been bad, with a belt (dad) or a hairbrush (mom). The last spanking I received was when I was 16 and took the car without permission shortly after I’d received my license. That time, it was dad with the belt, and I’d never forget it.
But I had never done anything to approach Julie’s transgressions. Intentionally not wearing panties to class. Showing off her bare little pussy to the teacher. Acting like the little tramp. Of course, I was loath to acknowledge my own contribution to her behavior because, after all, I was desperately trying to control myself, and she was just egging me on.
I pushed my left hand into her back to hold her in place while I reached with my right to pull down her loose shorts. By now, some of her astonishment had been replaced by fear, and Julie began to kick her legs, trying to free herself from my grasp. Of course, my superior size and strength allowed me easily to keep her in place over my lap.
“Stop it, Julie,” I hissed at her. “Stop struggling or you’re only going to get it worse.”
Apparently realizing from my harsh tone that I meant business, she stopped kicking and lay quietly over my knees. I could hear little sobs erupting from her throat as the realization of what was about to happen sank in.
“All right, Julie. You’ve needed this for a long time. Your mother should have done it a lot more often. Have you ever been spanked?”
“Nnno,” she sobbed, the word catching in her throat. “Please don’t hurt me, Mrs. Robertson!” She started to struggle a little, and I responded with a hard smack on the right cheek of her firm, rounded ass.
“Owwwwww!” she yelled. “Stop it, you bitch!” She tried to reach around with one hand and shield her bottom, but I grabbed her hand and quickly moved it out of the way.
And with that, I rained down a half-dozen more hard swats on Julie’s bare bottom, alternating from one cheek to the other until both were pink and warm from my efforts. And despite her struggles, I kept her firmly planted on my lap.
“Now, Julie, the more you struggle, the worse it’s going to be. Each time you struggle, I’m going to give you six extra swats. Now lie still.”
She lay across my lap, her breaths coming in quick gulps. Her face was red with anger and pain and tears were beginning to trickle down both cheeks. “All right, dear, that’s better,” I told her soothingly as she ceased her struggling. “You know you’ve been bad. You know you deserve this, so let’s get it over with, shall we?”
Julie didn’t say a word. She just gave out a little whimper and closed her eyes tight in anticipation of what was to come. As she lay there nearly limp across my knees, I realized that this spanking was having an unexpected effect on me. My nipples had grown harder, almost painfully sensitive to the thin fabric of my bra pressing against them. And the moistness between my legs had been transformed to a large wet patch on the front panel of my panties. I could tell by the warmth in my cheeks that my face was flushed and I could imagine what I must look like.
But I didn’t spend too much time thinking about it. I intended to finish what I’d started. So I went to work again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The swats came one after the other. Hard ones that hurt my hand and that turned Julie’s ass from a warm pink to a bright red. By the time I had administered the final 12, she was sobbing loudly, but doing her best not to resist, so as not meriting any additional swats.
“All right, Julie,” I said soothingly, “you can get up now.” And with that, she slowly climbed off my lap and began that post-spanking dance that I had done so many times myself. She shifted quickly from one foot to the other there in front of me, while she rubbed both hands gently over her tender red ass. Her shorts were still around her ankles, and I noticed as I glanced at her nearly bare pussy that her lips were quite moist.
“Now, Julie,” I said gently, “do you understand who is in charge here now?”
She didn’t look at me, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor near my feet. But she did nod her head.
“All right, that’s better. From now on, I will be the one who decides whether, or even if, we have sex. Is that clear?”
Another nod.
“And when I say ‘no, ‘ I mean no. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.” It was the first time she had ever called me ma’am.
“Very well. Now come over here, Julie.”
She stepped out of her shorts and walked the few steps back to where I was still sitting on the couch. I extended my arms to her and without a word, she climbed up on my lap and laid her damp cheek against my shoulder. All of the strength seemed to have been drained from her limp little body. I enveloped her in my arms and held her tightly, as I kissed her forehead over and over.
I ran my left hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, using my fingertips to caress her lightly. She let out a little contented sigh and shifted her weight slightly, parting her legs just a bit more. As my hand played up and down, I realized that the insides of both thighs were slick with her nectar, and it was clear that on some level at least, she had enjoyed the spanking.
Of course, I had, too, even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself. It was not really punishment for Julie, or an attempt to put her on the right road. It was just another chapter in the twisted little story we were writing together. And with that thought, I slipped one finger into her tight little hole and began to stir her tender folds.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned, as I moved my thumb to her little clit. I pressed, massaged, flicked and stirred… over and over again until Julie raised her face to look directly at me. I could see her eyes were asking for more. So I gently lifted her from my lap and sat her on the couch, moving her bottom near the edge where I could reach her.
My tongue moved to her wet opening and began to probe and lick. She made little mewing sounds as I tasted her juices, then pressed the tip of my tongue into her tightness. I inserted my finger once again and took her clit between my lips. She began to buck against my mouth almost immediately and I wrapped my arms around her hips to hold her in place. Her juices oozed out onto my tongue as she came for me. I don’t think I had ever tasted anything so sweet.
She lay there spent for a long time, panting at the excitement and exertion. I lay crumpled there at her feet, also exhausted from the intense emotions that had been flooding through me ever since arriving at Julie’s that day.
In a minute, I felt something pressing against my shoulders and I opened my eyes to see Julie moving over me, encouraging me to lie back. I was only too glad to, and soon, she had moved between my legs, raising my full skirt up around my waist. Not even bothering to slip my soaking panties off, she began to suck on the saturated material.
“Oh, Mrs. Robertson,” she said, looking up into my eyes, “you taste so good.”
“Given what we’re doing, Julie, I think it would be fine for you to call me Susan,” I answered with a smile.
“Oh, no,” she whispered. “I want to call you Mrs. Robertson so we’ll both remember how bad this is.”
And with that, my young lover pulled the crotch of my panties aside, thrust her tongue tight against my swollen clit, and brought me to a thunderous orgasm.