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Hots For High School Chemistry TeacherMs. Porcher’s body seemed to wrap around me as she bounced on top of my lap, my slick erection slipping in and out of the warm and wonderful hole between her legs. Her hair was in my mouth, her heavy breath hot in my ear as we fucked in the back seat of my parents car. The dim lights of the school parking lot did not penetrate the tinted windows of the Bonneville, providing cover for us behind the temporary buildings beside the football field. It was after 10pm on a Tuesday night, no one was out here anyway. We had our dates on Monday and Tuesday nights each week when she stayed late at the school to grade papers and I had church activities. I’d drive to the school around 9:30 PM to find her waiting in the back of the building. She’d join me in the back seat of the car with wine and snacks and we’d kiss and end up fucking for as long as we could go before I had to be home at 11.Even after a couple months, I was still amazed by how it felt to be inside her. She was my first lover. Being my chemistry teacher my sophomore year, I never saw this coming. I was a teacher’s aide in her class my junior year. And sometime that year we formed a connection that led to a secret rendezvous when our rapport began to draw attention. She’s almost 20 years older than me. But, she’s all I can think about, and I’m all she can think about. It’s only in these few hours per week we get to express it to each other.She humped faster now, her nipples pressed hard against my t-shirt. Her groans and bahis şirketleri huffing filled my ear, her arms tightly clasped around my shoulders using the leverage to pull her pelvis in hard against my throbbing penis. “Yeah baby, yeah baby, ooooh I love your cock pounding inside me…” she whispered in a stream of erotic consciousness. She slowed her strokes, rotating her hips to drive me deeper and slower inside her. Her pubic mane ground wetly against mine, saturated with sex juices as our hairs intermingled. My hands explored her body, as if looking for another part of her to stimulate. My fingers found her anus and slid easily inside, the coating of perspiration and pre-cum wetting her entire crack. She gasped when I pushed in. I felt the inside of her rectum, soft and warm, sucking at my finger as she fucked me. The pulsing presence of my penis sliding in and out on the other side of the flesh wall between her ass and her vagina, massaging her inside from both directions. It seemed to spur her on to drive into me even harder.I ravaged her neck with my mouth. She reared back to let me, exposing her breasts to the steamy air in the car. Kissing down her chest I devoured one nipple. Her weight shifted backwards against the seat and I rolled more on top of her, still joined at the genitals. She laid back, her legs spread, eyes closed and hands on my hips. Conjoined, we continued to copulate. Her ample breasts rippled as I bounced her into the cloth seats. Her face seemed enraptured. I loved the power I bahis firmaları felt, being able to please her that much. Like a piston I pounded her, my cock relentlessly digging into her ravaged, trembling vagina. Her face twisted in a tighter expression as she began to orgasm. “Ahhghh! Ahhughhh!” she wailed. Then she seemed to hold her breath with her mouth open, her hips oscillating as if possessed, she clutched at me, then at the skin above her pussy. Then let out a long, sexy shriek as she came. It seemed to go on and on as I did not let up. It felt as if she melted inside, so heavy was the flow of lube rushing from her. She seemed to stiffen and relax a bit. I slowed my motion, deeper strokes as the orgasm waned. Then I lifted one of her legs, knocking her discarded panties to the floorboard in a pile with her bra and skirt as I rotated her to one side. With her leg in my hands I continued to fuck her. Her boobs bounced against the seat, her hair tumbling over the edge as I pressed on. She seemed to rise towards a second orgasm now. I bore down, her ankle in my mouth, using my position above her as leverage. The inside of my thigh dragged along her clit and pubic tuft. She closed her knees tighter around me to increase the clit stimulation.”Ohhh gooooodddddd I’m cummming againnnn fuckkkkkkk…” she seemed to explode this time, her body curling forward towards the edge of the seat. I jack hammered her through it, enjoying watching her at a complete loss of control under the influence of my cock. She had kaçak bahis siteleri to steady herself with one arm to keep from tumbling into the floor of the car. The orgasm raged through her, leaving her breathless and slick with perspiration.Suddenly she rolled down and I felt my cock slide out of her and snap free. Then I was in her mouth. Her hand cupped my balls as she went to work, the wet warmth of her tongue slathering my dick with intense pleasure. I watched her naked body, her ass sticking out behind her, as she blew me. I wasn’t gonna last long.”Tell me when you’re close,” she whispered. I already was. I felt my balls begin to surge, the swelling rush of an orgasm gathering between my hips.”Almost there,” I said. She was instantly on top of me again, slipping my dick inside her and pumping up and down until I felt the first ejaculation blow like a roman candle deep in her body. It was long and voluminous. White jizz dribbled out of her onto my tummy as I shot a second, huge spurt inside her. She loved it, her body milking the cum from me. A third squirt, injecting her with my cum. They seemed to never end, a massive load filling her like a balloon. With moans and gasps, she took every drop.Eventually she slowed down, then laid on top of me, our genitals still joined. We kissed and snuggled naked for a few minutes in silence.”I love you, Dixie,” I whispered. She smiled at me, the air thick with her breath, my mouth ripe with the flavor of saliva. I smoothed the wet hair away from her face and looked in her eyes.”I love you too,” she whispered. We laid a few more minutes in the back seat, enjoying the little bubble we’d created for ourselves before we had to dress and go our separate ways, back to the world that would not accept us.

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