There was something about his English teacher that Carl found irresistible. He had a thing for older women, particularly ones who were lonely and sexually frustrated. Carl could always tell if they weren’t getting enough cock. Mrs. O’Keefe definitely had that look - a subtle hint of passion and a yearning she couldn’t hide despite her attempt to appear reserved and professorial. 

Courtney O’Keefe had just turned forty. She was married to a man twenty years older. He had been her English Professor in college. They had a sixteen year old daughter named Kate. Courtney had done her best to keep her youthful looks. Her long brown hair framed a pretty face with blue eyes. There were a few subtle wrinkles, but only if one looked closely. Her workout regimens had kept her body nicely proportioned. Her butt was tight and her breasts, although not big, had maintained their shape. 

Courtney had noticed Carl looking at her in the way high school students sometimes do. She was flattered. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way. The tattoos on his muscular arms were subtly sexual. He was anything but her type, and yet the attraction was there. She wasn’t worried. Nothing would ever happen, but she was allowed her fantasies. They helped her relieve the sexual tension she often felt. Her husband hardly ever touched her anymore.

Carl was sure that Mrs. O’Keefe hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and probably had never been properly fucked. Not with that old windbag for a husband. It was his duty to change that. He just needed to get her alone. One afternoon he waited for Mrs. O’Keefe in the parking lot after school. He walked up to her as she was getting in the car. 

“Hello Mrs O. I got abandoned and don’t have a way to get home. It’s not much out of your way. Would you mind giving me a lift?”

She smiled and agreed without hesitation. After a few pleasantries, Carl steered the conversation to a more intimate subject.

“Mrs. O’Keefe, I need to talk to you about something personal. I can’t talk to my parents but I need a grown-up’s advice. It’s… well, Mrs. O’Keefe, I’m a little embarrassed. It's about a woman.”

“No need to be embarrassed Carl. What can I help you with?” 

“Well, you see, Mrs. O’Keefe, I… shoot, I don’t know how to say this. There is this married woman living next door and, well, I think she likes me.”

“I’m sure she’s just being friendly and doesn’t mean anything. Is there something she does that makes you uncomfortable?”  

“Well, not really uncomfortable, Mrs. O’Keefe. She asks me over to clean her pool when her husband is not home and wears the tiniest bikini I’ve ever seen. I mean, it’s hard not to look and she does have a terrific body.”

“There’s nothing wrong with looking, Carl. I’m sure she appreciates it.”

“Yeah, but sometimes she asks me to put suntan lotion on her back. She unfastens her top and purrs when my hands dig into her flesh. Mrs. O’Keefe, you can probably imagine the effect this all has on me.”

Courtney felt her pussy twitch at the thought of Carl rubbing his hands over her body and growing hard. She needed to maintain her cool.

“Perhaps you should talk to her about it and tell her it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, I didn’t say it made me uncomfortable, Mrs. O’Keefe. I always look forward to cleaning her pool. I’m just not sure what I’m doing is right, she being married and all.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, Carl. There’s nothing wrong with admiring a pretty woman.”

“Well, maybe not, but what about when she turns over on her back while I’m rubbing lotion onto her, and she doesn’t have her top on and she puts my hands on her breasts? Is that wrong Mrs. O’Keefe?”

Courtney was momentarily speechless. Carl continued.

“Or what about when she puts her hand in my swim suit, or when she pulls down my trunks and puts me in her mouth, or when she pulls me on top of her and wraps her legs around me and we fuck. Is that wrong, Mrs. O’Keefe?”

Had he really said that? Courtney tried to control her breathing. Her lips trembled and her legs were shaking. The images flashing through her head made her nipples swell and her pussy leak. She was searching for words but they wouldn’t come. 

“Take the next left and follow it to the end.”

Carl pointed to a road that he knew would eventually dead end in an empty field. She turned without thinking, her mind still mush as erotic images of Carl fucking his neighbor swirled through her head. She needed to regain control.

“Carl, I, um - it’s not your fault, but…”

He interrupted her.

“The thing is, Mrs. O’Keefe, it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Nothing like the girls in high school. She goes so crazy and can’t get enough. I don’t think her husband keeps her satisfied. Just because she’s married doesn’t mean she has to stop enjoying life, does it? Do you think it’s wrong, Mrs. O’Keefe?”

They reached the dead end. Courtney stopped the car, confused about what to do or say next. Carl reached over, turned off the motor and dropped his hand to her thigh.

“Does your husband keep you satisfied, Mrs. O’Keefe? Is there something I can help you with?”

Carl’s hand slid up her leg and under her skirt. Courtney had to stop this from getting out of control. She put her hand on his arm.

“Carl, we can’t do this. I’m your teacher.”

His hand cupped her pussy. His fingers pressed into the crotch of her damp panties. He rubbed one along her slit and pressed against her clit. Courtney gasped. Jolts of pleasure surged through her body. Her hand was still on his arm but she couldn’t force herself to pull it away. Her legs parted almost as if they had a will of their own.

Carl’s fingers moved under the damp crotch and into the folds of her tingling pussy. She moaned as two fingers pushed into her body. His thumb rubbed her clit while he fingered her cunt. Courtney’s breathing became unsteady. She was going to have an orgasm. Before that happened, Carl pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Courtney needed to finish. Why did he stop? She was so close.

Carl grabbed his teacher’s hand and pulled it into his lap. He had taken out his cock. Courtney felt the naked flesh. It was hard and throbbing with life. No, she thought, I won’t do it. Her hand betrayed her. She wrapped her fingers around the swollen shaft and stroked. A trickle of sticky fluid oozed onto her hand.

Carl was sure that the rest would be easy. Mrs. O’Keefe had done nothing to stop him. In fact she had cooperated every step of the way. He slid his hands under her blouse and pushed up her bra. His fingers tweaked her hard nipples. He put his hand to the back of his teacher’s neck and pushed her head down towards his lap. 

Courtney looked at the magnificent cock her hand was stroking. How many times had she masturbated while sucking her fingers and pretending it was Carl’s cock? Here it was in front of her face, even more magnificent that she had imagined. But she couldn’t. Not with her student. She had already let things go too far. It had to stop. 

Courtney struggled to pull away but Carl was too strong. She stared at the smooth skin of the mushroom shaped tip as it came closer and closer. It brushed against her lips. Her body shuddered. She became dizzy. The temptation was too great. She parted her lips and let his cock slide into her mouth. Her pussy clenched and released a gush of cunt juice into her panties. 

It had been a long time since Courtney had a cock in her mouth, but the skills she had learned in college quickly returned. She swirled her tongue over the swollen tip. She explored the ridges and veins bulging from his hard flesh. Her head bobbed aggressively up and down the length of his cock. She slipped two fingers into her panties and rubbed her slimy clit. Her pussy was on fire. 

Carl fucked his teacher’s mouth hard and fast, ramming his knob against her throat on each thrust. She loved it. She pushed out her tongue and felt him slide deeper until his pubes tickled her lips. She moved back up his length and teased his knob. His cock swelled. Her body stiffened. She squeezed her thighs against her fingers. Hot cum exploded into her mouth. Pussy juice flooded her panties and trickled down her ass. 

Carl pulled out his spewing cock and pumped a stream of cum between her eyes. Another blast shot up the side of her nose and into her hair. Cum oozed from her lips as she gasped for air. As her orgasm subsided, Courtney realized what she had done. Sex with a student under any circumstances was strictly forbidden. She could lose her job.  Even worse, she could possibly go to jail. It would destroy her family.  

“Oh my god, thank you, Mrs. O’Keefe. That was the best ever. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”

Courtney knew she had to act quickly. She was the grown-up here and she was going to take charge. She sat up and wiped the cum from her face.

“Carl, what happened was a mistake. If you ever say anything I will deny it, and I’m pretty sure my word will be believed over yours. Now get out of the car.”

Carl couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She had enjoyed sucking his cock. She had an orgasm using her own fingers, and now she was calling this a mistake. 

“You think that was a mistake? Are you trying to tell me your husband makes you feel those things, Mrs. O’Keefe? Well, I don’t believe it. I think you want more.”

“Get out, Carl. I’m not going to ask you again. We’ll pretend like this never happened.”

Courtney leaned over and opened the passenger door. Carl didn’t budge. Courtney put her hands on his shoulder and pushed.

“Go. Don’t make a scene.”

Carl couldn’t believe she was asking him to leave after what he’d done for her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. His face was inches from hers.

“Why are you being like this, Mrs. O’Keefe? You know you want my cock in your pussy.”

Courtney hadn’t expected this kind of reaction from Carl. She yanked her head free and scrambled from the car, confused about her mixed feelings. Carl grabbed her skirt. She felt it rip free from her body as she fell to the ground. Courtney got up and aimed to walk away, but only got a few steps before Carl grabbed her and pushed her against the car. Courtney put out her arms to break the impact. Carl put his other hand on her neck, holding her face down on the hood.

“Ms. O’Keefe, you’re making this difficult. You don’t have to be ashamed about your feelings. You know you want my cock.”

Carl unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground. He ripped her panties from her body and pressed his cock between her ass cheeks. The head parted her folds and slotted in the juicy entrance to her pussy. Courtney knew she was about to get fucked and that was a problem, because she so wanted to get fucked. It had been much too long since a big hard cock had been inside her pussy. If only he wasn’t her student. She tried one last time to resist, but her willpower was fading. 

“Please, Carl. I have a husband. I won’t say anything. We can both leave and forget any of this ever happened.”

He shoved hard. Courtney gasped as his hard cock slipped deep into her waiting cunt. Her pussy had not been filled like that in a long time. He pulled out and slammed back into her. She tilted her ass up so he could go even deeper. Carl took his hand from her neck as he plowed his cock up her hot cunt again and again. He looked down and watched his hard shaft, dripping with juices, slide in and out between her ass cheeks.

Courtney could feel the pressure building in her tummy. She was going to cum. The cock pounding her cunt was driving her crazy. His balls slapped against her clit. Her breathing became more and more erratic. She pushed against him as he fucked her, trying to draw his cock deeper and deeper. Words began to spew from her mouth.

“Fuck me… yes… fuck me harder… god I love your cock… ooohhh… fuck me…”

“Yeah baby. Your cunt is so hot. I’m going to fuck you ‘til you can’t stand.”

Carl grabbed her hair, jerking her head back. He slammed his cock up her cunt so hard that he practically lifted her off the ground. She was shouting one obscenity after another. He grabbed her tit and squeezed her nipple hard. Courtney’s body stiffened. She screamed. Her pussy clenched his cock. A flood of cunt juice dipped down his shaft and over his balls.

Carl spun her body around so she was facing him and shoved his cock back into her dripping pussy. He looked into her glazed eyes and watched her head jerk each time he slammed into her body. She was possessed. Courtney had become an animal. She couldn’t get enough of this young man’s cock. The schoolteacher and wife and mother had faded into the background. She was his whore, his fuck toy. Courtney moved a finger to her clit. 

“Fuck me… make me cum… harder… fuck me harder… shove your big cock up my cunt… aaahhh… oh fuck… yeeesss…”

She bit her lip as her fingers furiously rubbed her clit. Another explosion was building in her pussy. Carl saw the wild look in her eyes.

“Oh god Mrs. O’Keefe… your pussy is so hot… god I love fucking you.”

Carl slipped his hands down to the cheeks of her ass and lifted her off the ground. Courtney wrapped her arms around his neck and both legs around his thighs. His middle finger slid between her cheeks until he found the tight nub of her sphincter. Courtney had never had anyone play with her asshole before but she was too out of control to do anything but enjoy it.  

“Cum in me, Carl… I want to feel your cum squirting into my pussy… oh fuck yes… ooohhhh… I’m going to cum… oh god…”

Carl shoved his finger up her ass. Courtney went off hard. The explosion began in her belly and ripped through her body. She clawed at his chest as her pussy clenched his swollen cock. He thrust deep and grunted. A powerful spray of hot cum filled her cunt. A second and third explosion ripped through her body. He continued to hammer her pussy and spray cum into her dripping cunt until they were both drained. 

Carl leaned her back against the car, his cock still buried deep. He felt her pussy twitch against him in a few post-orgasmic spasms. Cum and cunt juice leaked out from around his shaft and dripped down his balls. He finally lowered her trembling body to the ground and pulled up his pants.

“That was the best ever, Mrs. O. I gotta get home, but I’ll see you in class tomorrow. Maybe we can do this again after school.”

Courtney could barely stand. Her knees were wobbly as she staggered back toward the car door. Cum and cunt juice streamed down her legs. Her panties were ripped beyond repair and her skirt was torn. She finally managed to wrap it around her waist so it would stay in place. She slipped into the driver’s seat and fumbled for the keys, then broke down and cried.