Lauren's POV
Ms. Cabello was my teacher and as hard as I tried to not stare at her best asset while sitting in the front row of her class, I just couldn't help myself. I'm pretty sure every guy in the class, and maybe even a few straight girls, enjoyed her sex appeal. Her clothes were never overtly provocative. She made sure to stay within the boundaries set by the school district, but the way she moved about in the classroom, left no doubt as to the message she conveyed.
"We have many freedoms, and all too often we take those freedoms for granted and we fail to realize the true meaning of happiness, or perhaps even the pursuit of happiness."
I liked the ideology of the pursuit of happiness. I was eighteen and all into the pursuit of happiness.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Ms. Cabello had a way of tapping on my desk to get my attention.
"Perhaps, you can explain your favorite freedom Lauren," she asked, looking straight at me. I heard a snicker come from behind me. Obviously I had been day dreaming and had been caught.
"Give me liberty or give me death," I replied, which was followed by more snickers from my classmates.
"How about you stick around for some extra tutoring time?" Ms. Cabello remarked. Gladly.
The bell sounded and Ms. Cabello asked me to stay for a moment as the classroom emptied. My cock was rock hard. It seemed to stay that way in her class.
The last student left the classroom. I stayed in my seat. Ms. Cabello stepped to the back of the classroom and turned off the classroom light. I hear the door lock. I didn't dare look behind me. She placed both of her hands on my shoulders from behind me, as she leaned forward, her breasts pressed against the back of my head. She pushed her hands down and onto my chest, giving my breasts a squeeze.
"You really need to play closer attention in class," she whispered.
"I'm trying," I replied.
She squeezed the obvious bulge in my trousers and replied, "Let's make this session count!"
I couldn't wait. Three thirty couldn't come fast enough.
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As I settled into the passenger seat of her car after school, she smiled as we backed out of the parking space. Putting on the radio, her head bobbing, "Cause I feel like I'm running, And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away," I quickly realized she was not the normal teacher. I mean, what teacher likes rap music?
I was momentarily distracted by her skirt inching up her thighs. Suddenly I realized we weren't heading to where I lived.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
Ms. Cabello stayed quiet for a second.
"Thought I'd show you where I live, in case you ever want to drop by sometime," she replied. "I bet you didn't know we're practically neighbours."
I was horny and she was taking me on a joy ride. Great. I reached across and put my hand on her thigh and attempted to navigate towards her pussy, pushing her skirt up in the process.
"Hold on Lauren," she said, grabbing my hand. "Slow down!"
Slow down? I was horny as hell and she wanted me to slow down?
She turned into a drive way of a brick house just a few blocks from where I lived. The garage door opened and she drove straight into the garage. The door closed behind us and she turned off the car. She silently reached over and put her hand on the bulge in my jeans. The only light was the light in the car. She unzipped my jeans and dug for my cock.
Finding what she wanted, she wasted no time in going down on me. I turned the light off in the car as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. I was about to cum when she stopped.
"Come on," she said, opening her car door. I followed her into her house. She tossed her purse onto the couch and took me by the left hand, pulling me towards her bedroom.
I didn't say a word.
"Lay down," she instructed as we entered her bedroom. I crawled onto the bed, positioning myself on my back, stretching out, and propping my head up with two of her overstuffed pillows.
She slowly slid out of her skirt and then her blouse and bra, allowing each garment to fall to the floor. She stood silent and naked in front of me. Her nipples were perched atop two small areolae on perfectly formed boobs. She was perfect in every way possible.
She got onto the bed and then began unfastening my jeans, pulling them from my outstretched legs. I sat up and removed my t-shirt and bra. As I laid back down, she pulled my underwear off for me, my nine and a half inch cock becoming free.
She positioned herself over my body, her ass pointing towards my face, giving me a perfect view of her wet pussy, just dripping with droplets of moisture. As she slipped my stiff cock into her mouth, I inserted a finger into her hot pussy. Her asshole was right there in front of me as well. After wetting my finger in her pussy, I slipped a finger up to her asshole and gently rubbed it around, to gage her reaction. I quickly determined this was not a welcome move and apologized.
"You can touch whatever you want," she said, "but not that."
"Can I eat your pussy?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled.
"I thought you'd never ask," she replied, moving onto her back next to me. She spread her legs and I dipped my head between them, slowly moving in, lightly kissing her lower abdomen as I worked my way to her pubic area. When I reached her sweet spot, I hummed lightly as I covered it with my mouth, which just about drove her insane, guessing by how much she writhed on the bed. I held her legs apart and used my fingers to hold open the outer lips of her pink pussy, before slipping a finger deep inside of her, which elicited a loud moan. She momentarily locked her knees against my head and then released me.
I alternated between using my fingers and my tongue. Several times she asked me to "Stop, Don't stop! Stop!" then "Keep going!"
Her body trembled as she held onto the bed sheets with clenched fists.
I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. I slowly worked my way up her body with gentle kisses, until I reached her breasts. I took my time giving each one a good suck. As I kissed my way up her neck, the tip of my cock found it's way to the edge of her pussy. With one free hand, I worked my cock back and forth through her folds and kissed her neck and behind her left ear.
"Do you want it?" I teasingly whispered into her ear.
"Yes," she whispered breathlessly.
I slipped my cock into her pussy, very slowly. It was a tight fit. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on me as I entered her.
I pressed my mouth against hers, our lips opening, our tongues colliding in passion. I pushed my pelvis down to hers, my shaft burying deep inside of her, as our pelvic bones crashed into one another.
I pulled out and pushed down even harder. She met my thrusts with her own, grunting as our hip movements became synchronized. She grabbed my ass and held onto it, burying her finger nails into me in the process. I rolled onto my back. She wasted no time and moved to straddle my hips, putting my cock inside of her. She rocked back and forth feverishly, pressing one of her hands onto my toned stomach, the other holding onto my thigh, her head tossed back, her mouth wide open, gasping for breath, her hair covering her shoulders. She bit down on her lower lip and smiled, even as she began to shake and tremble.
Suddenly, there was no holding back and she flooded the both of us, screaming, "Fuck! Ah Lauren! Baby I'm coming!"
I couldn't hold back and started cumming as well.
"I can feel you cumming," she said, her body becoming rigid. She lowered her head, her long brown hair hiding her face, while her body jerked. After a few moments, she collapsed onto my chest, her head coming to rest in the crook of my neck. My cock was still buried inside of her, but barely. I could still feel her pussy contracting.
We stayed liked that, in silence for the longest time. After a while, she rolled onto her back next to me.
I looked at the clock on the dresser. It was 16:30. I leaned over and gently kissed my teacher on her cheek. She looked at me, smiled and said,
"You did great, but I'm afraid we may have to keep the tutoring going for a while. Do you think you can make it for another session tomorrow?"
"Sure," I replied. "I like your tutoring."
The thought of tutoring had always, for me, carried a negative connotation. But with Ms. Cabello, I saw tutoring in a whole different light.