Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Lisa Baker was my 12th grade history teacher. She was a tall, slim brunette with a great smile and was easily the most attractive teacher I had that year. She didn’t dress too provocatively but still managed to show off her figure. I spent all class staring at this lady and more often than not masturbated later that day while thinking about her. Besides her looks, she was also very nice. There were a few jerks in my class, but she never lost her temper, though she would have been justified in doing so. I was always polite, and she seemed to appreciate that. The fact that I did well on her exams didn’t hurt, either.

On the last day of school in late June, Lisa looked as good as usual while wearing a tight blouse and a knee-length skirt. Her breasts and legs were mesmerizing. I stayed a little while at the end of the period and then went up to her to say goodbye. I said that I would miss her, and she said the same to me.

“Would you like to talk more after school?” she asked.

“Sure, but my parents are both at work, and I don’t have a ride home,” I said.

“I can drive you.”

I agreed, and when the day ended, I went to her classroom, where she was waiting for me.

“Glad school is over?” she asked.

“Yes, of course.” I pulled up a chair next to her desk.

“Same here,” she said. “Sometimes, I think I should quit teaching. It’s exhausting.”

“You do a great job, Mrs. Baker.”

She blushed. “Thanks. And since I’m not your teacher anymore, you can call me Lisa.”

“OK, Lisa.” It rolled off my tongue easily, since I always thought of her as Lisa in my fantasies.

We talked for a while. I told her about my very average existence in high school and some worries about going to college in California after having been on the east coast my whole life. She told me about her recent divorce and subsequent dating mishaps. Eventually, we started reminiscing about the crazy antics my classmates got up to during the past year.

“You were one of the only good students,” she said. “However…”

“What?”

“Something I’ve wondered casino oyna about for a while. You seemed to zone out during lectures. Was it just my imagination, or did you spend a lot of time staring at my body?”

I didn’t answer for a few seconds, I was so surprised. She had a knowing smile on her face.

“Well, yeah,” I admitted. “You’re very beautiful. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “I’m 34 years old. It was nice to receive some attention from a good-looking young man like yourself.”

I think my face got even redder, if that were possible.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

“No, I’m not good with girls.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” she replied. Then, she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. It was sweet and tender and caught me completely off guard.

We pulled back. “Look at the time,” she said. We had been sitting there talking for almost three hours. “I should get you home for dinner.”

I didn’t know what to say as Lisa packed her stuff up. I didn’t want to go home; I wanted to keep kissing her. We walked out into the empty parking lot.

“I could stay with you a little longer,” I said outside her car.

She hesitated. “Oh, should we continue what we were doing?” I nodded. “Get in the back seat,” she said.

“Won’t somebody see us?”

“Don’t worry, there’s no one around.” We got inside, and she closed the door behind us.

“Now, where were we?” she asked, before kissing me again. I put my hands on her waist, and she moved them under her shirt to her tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I pinched her thick nipples, and she groaned into my mouth. She rubbed my erection through my pants. It was the hottest make-out session I’d ever had.

After a few minutes, she asked, “What do you want to do?”

Up to that point, I had never gone past second base with a girl, but I heard myself saying, “I want to have sex.”

She quickly replied, “Me, too. Tell no one?”

“I won’t.”

Lisa undid my belt, and I took off my pants, boxers, and shoes. She pulled her skirt up slot oyna to her waist and took off her panties. It was the first time I saw a vagina up close. Her dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed. “Good thing I wore a skirt today,” she said, throwing a leg over me and moving over my lap.

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “I should let you know that I’m a virgin,” I said.

“Really? Well, just sit back and relax. I’ll take care of you.”

“Do we need protection?”

“No, it’s OK,” she said. “I think you should be able to enjoy a woman bareback for your first time. Don’t you think so?”

I nodded dumbly, my already-hard cock getting even harder.

She chuckled. “Good boy.”

All thoughts about contraception flew out of my mind as Lisa positioned my stiff manhood at her entrance and slowly lowered herself onto it. We both groaned. She felt so tight and wet around me. “Is this all right?” she asked.

“Amazing,” I said truthfully.

She smiled, put her hands on my shoulders, and moved up and down while I ran my hands over her smooth thighs. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and it was better than I ever imagined. She was so good to me, bouncing on my dick enthusiastically and gasping in pleasure. It was overwhelming, and within a couple of minutes, I knew that I was about to finish.

“I’m close,” I said.

She started riding me faster, and I came with a shout, pumping my seed deep inside her unprotected pussy. She covered her mouth to suppress her squeals as she came a few seconds later. Then, she collapsed against my chest weakly, both of us shuddering and breathing hard in the aftermath of our climax. We sat there for a while, still joined, and held each other.

Losing my virginity to this woman was the greatest experience of my life. I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, but I couldn’t find the words. Finally, I just said, “Thank you, Lisa.”

“You’re very welcome,” she replied. “You know, I hadn’t done this in a car since I was your age.” She climbed off me, got some tissues from her purse, canlı casino siteleri and cleaned us up. We got into the front seats, and she drove me home. I was exhausted but completely satisfied, still basking in the post-coital bliss without a care in the world. Little did I know, at that moment, millions of my potent young sperm were swimming towards Lisa’s egg and setting her on the path to motherhood.

When we arrived at my house, she wrote her address on a piece of paper and gave it to me. “Stop by soon,” she said. I told her that I would and kissed her goodbye.

A few days after my high school graduation ceremony, I got the chance to drive to Lisa’s house. She was pleased to see me and wasted no time before dragging me to her bed. We stripped off our clothes, and then I was on top of her and between her legs, thrusting away. I deposited a load of my cream inside her welcoming warmth and lay in her arms while we proclaimed our love for each other. Life was good. I had a full-time job but still managed to spend many pleasurable hours with Lisa that summer, visiting her a least twice a week.

Suddenly, it was the last night before I left for college, and I wasn’t going to be home for another year. Our sex that day felt bittersweet as we were both going to miss each other. We were cuddling afterwards when Lisa sheepishly told me that she was pregnant.

I was shocked. “Oh, no. What are you going to do?”

“Well,” she said, “I’m going to keep it, and I don’t expect you to take any responsibility. You’re only 18.” She paused. “I have to confess, my biological clock was ticking, and I kind of wanted you to get me pregnant all along. I’m glad it happened.”

I was obviously relieved to hear this, not to mention turned on knowing that I had managed to knock up this sexy older woman, and copulated with her once more before we parted.

So I went to college. When I went back home a year later, I visited her again and met my infant son, who was born nine months after Lisa and I first made love. Lisa was very happy about finally becoming a mother.

That ended up being the last time I saw them, as I soon returned to California and stayed there permanently, getting a job, meeting my wife, and starting a family. But I still have a lot of fond memories of that summer with my teacher.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32