My Senior Year Ch. 07: Ms Rutgers

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After Ms Mannall and I had cleaned ourselves up and gotten dressed, we bid farewell and I made my way across the quadrangle and up the set of stairs to the library.

It was dark inside, I noted, looking through the windows as I walked along the building. I entered through the double doors at the far end and found the library was deserted. I had expected that perhaps that Ms Rutgers had put on a film to keep some students occupied, but the library appeared completely empty.

“Hello?” I called into the darkness.

There was no answer, so I walked further into the library until I reached Ms Rutgers’ office — a small, windowed room inside the library. The blinds were drawn, but I thought I saw a thin beam of light at the bottom of the window.

I knocked on the door. Not hearing an answer, I pressed an ear to the door and thought I heard something inside, but it was too muffled to be sure. I knocked again. Still no answer.

I felt for the handle of the door, expecting it to be locked, but tried turning it anyway. To my surprise, it turned. I opened the door quietly and craned my head to look inside.

The sound of intense moaning filled my ears, and my eyes widened at what I saw.

Ms Rutgers was perched on her desk, her back against the wall, her maroon dress hiked around her waist, and her hand busy between her legs. She must have finished the end-of-term stocktake early and was taking advantage of the downtime.

Her eyes were closed — she hadn’t seen me yet. I watched in disbelief.

Ms Rutgers had always been one of my favourite teachers, not least because she was the most attractive of them all. She was now in her early thirties, but hadn’t aged much in the six years since she last taught me.

Her olive complexion was consistent across her body. Her long brown hair — so dark it was almost black — was drawn back in kurtköy escort a tight ponytail, and her lips were coloured a dark shade of metallic brown. I always thought Ms Rutgers looked a bit like Catherine Zeta Jones.

I stepped into the room and let the door close behind me with a barely audible click. Making my way towards her, I moved as quietly as I could, until I was standing in front of her.

“Please, don’t let me stop you,” I said with a smirk.

Ms Rutgers froze like a deer in the headlamps. Her eyes opened and her hand stopped moving. I could see her narrow slit glistening, and observed that her neatly trimmed pubic hair matched her ponytail.

Our eyes met and I could tell she was searching my face for some kind of answer to an unasked question.

“I’ve caught you and I could tell someone,” I explained with a shrug, watching Ms Rutger’s eyes widen, “or, you can keep going, and we can keep this between ourselves.”

“As long as it stays that way,” she said.

“We’ll make an exhibitionist out of you yet, Ms Rutgers.”

Ms Rutgers laughed and her hands returned to work. I made sure the door was locked this time, then took a seat opposite her, a captive audience.

Watching my former teacher’s fingers glide over her slit, penetrating now and then, and occasionally toying her clitoris soon made me firm. Although I had cum inside Ms Mannall not a half hour before, I could feel my member twitching.

I unzipped my trousers and put my hand inside, stroking myself. I was still a bit soft, but as I watched Ms Rutgers play with herself, I hardened quickly. Soon I had my trousers around my knees, my underwear down, and my member standing proud.

I gripped my shaft and began to stroke. Ms Rutgers responded, slipping a finger inside her snatch and finger fucking herself in time with my strokes.

“Why don’t you malatya escort make yourself useful?” she asked eventually, flashing me a sultry smile and beckoning me over. “How about I take the top, and you take the bottom?”

She passed me a small bottle of liquid, and I was confused until I read the label. I looked back at Ms Rutgers and saw that she had her legs up and was spreading her buttocks apart with her hands, revealing her anus to me.

I applied the lube to a finger and carefully slipped it inside Ms Rutger’s tight arsehole, stretching it and making sure there was plenty of lube inside her. I slid my finger in and out and she groaned. I kept applying the lube until my finger glided easily, then added another finger, applying more lube.

When Ms Rutgers’ hole seemed ready, I pressed my tip against it. She relaxed her muscles and I slid into her rectum. My cock pushed deep into her arse and I began to thrust in and out of her.

Ms Rutgers moaned, toying her cunt while I pounded her arse. If what Elsa had said was true, Ms Rutgers was feeling a mixture of fullness, somewhere between pleasure and pain. Her hand worked furiously, pleasuring her hungry cunt, and her eyes closed again.

I put my hands on her waist, feeling her body through the satin material of her dress. I gripped her and thrust over-enthusiastically. She cried out in pain.

“Slower, carefully,” she winced.

I slowed down, not wanting to hurt her again. My hands slid up her sides and over her large breasts. She bit her beautiful dark lips in pleasure.

I pumped her for a while, my eyes closed. Her muscles periodically clenched around my cock. I couldn’t believe I was fucking Ms Rutgers in her arse.

I felt her hand encircle my cock and tug. I opened my eyes and saw she wanted me to stop and pull out of her.

I slid out with an audible pop. Ms Rutgers kayseri escort scooted off the desk and got to her feet.

“Keep him hard,” she said.

I didn’t need any help with that, as she pulled her arms through her dress and pulled it down, dropping it to the floor. Her large breasts were restrained by a black, padded satin bra. She unclasped it and let her bra drop to the floor, her breasts sagging a bit under their weight.

“Go ahead,” she said, reading my mind.

I took a breast in each hand and squeezed her flesh. My head went forward and I kissed them, taking time to put each of her hard nipples in my mouth. She moaned with pleasure. Her hand went to my cock and she stroked it, making sure I stayed hard.

“Ready for more?” she asked me at last.

I nodded and she turned around, sticking her arse out and leaning her elbows on the desk. I stood behind her and pushed my cock back into her arsehole, my hands returning to her hips. I began thrusting in short, sharp motions.

She gasped each time I pushed into her. My right hand grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back. One of her hands went to her wet cunt and played with her clitoris.

Moaning and groaning with my cock in her arse and her fingers toying her button, I could see the sweat pooling on her back.

“I’m … coming,” she wailed.

This surprised me, but I realised that she had probably been building up to this for a while. I took that as my cue to fuck her faster, but her muscles tightened as she orgasmed. The increase in friction stimulated my cock further, compensating for the slow pace.

It was soon time for me to cum. I felt myself orgasm, and my semen rushed forward as I came in her arse. She panted as the hot, white fluid spurted inside her.

As I pulled out, my cum dribbled from her hole, down her perineum and over her labia. The sight was almost enough to get me hard again.

Ms Rutgers stood still, recovering. Her arsehole gaped wide, and I could see some semen still pooled inside her.

“So, how have you been?” she asked, catching her breath.

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