[MF]Being pray for my student (Part 3)

It took me a while to come back here and share my memories. As always, I expect to know what you think about these events and I may even have the authorization to share a picture or two. I just came back from a visit to Brazil and thought about continue telling about the time I was preyed upon.

I left off with sweet Caroline visiting me at work on a Friday evening. So, the deal was that on Friday evenings from 6 to 9 p.m., a teacher would be available to help students with homework and doubts. It was a free thing, and we had to be there in case any students showed up, which means that 99% of the cases it was a paid 3 hours appointment to use your phone and browse the internet. On the boards of the school the schedule of teachers on homework duty was always available, so everyone would know that I was going to be the person there to help shape young minds to love this amazing language of ours (actually Brits’ language, but you got my point).

It was shaping up to be a very boring Friday night, where me and Eliza (the intern) would sit on a classroom and talk about random stuff. Don’t take me wrong, Eliza was this petit girl, that was a huge amount of fun (would be even more later), I loved spending time with her, but rain was pouring down outside, it was fucking damp and hot, and the last thing either of us would like to be doing was working that Friday evening.

At around seven when it seemed like we were going to be alone and were on the lounge watching Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Caroline showed up on this hippie style dress and roman sandals (very weather appropriate, I KNOW). She said that she was worried about the test that would be in two weeks and wanted to crack down early, usually Eliza would help students first, but I told her that since Caroline was my student and she was enjoying the show so much (I introduced her to Fresh Prince, young people don’t know what they are missing), I would help the student. Also, since the computers where on the lounge and I didn’t want to spoil her show, I would take the girl to the teachers’ office on the second floor and if she needed anything she could just call me on the intercom. Suspicious, one could say, but that is me, a giver, not surprising. Also, I made it sound as a favor to Eliza to which I was rewarded with a quick rib cracking hug. I AM SELFLESS.

I told Caroline that we could go up, and as a joke I said that she was not supposed to speak loudly, so not to wake the ghosts of the empty halls. (It was actually a legend around that the house was haunted by the ghost of a girl). But I just wanted to make sure she knew we were alone in the school. Suffice to say that she took on the hint and as we got to the second floor I was staring at her naked ass wiggling as she went up the stairs. As soon as we were out of sight she had started unhooking her dress and letting it slip down in the middle of the stairs, leaving it for me to pick it up. (Have I mentioned she was the most awesome minx?).

I was drooling on that awesome butt, and I could still see some of the bruises I had left behind in our encounter the previous week. She walked slowly towards the teachers’ room, making a show of each step, making me entranced to each movement of that derrière. We entered the room and while I closed the door, she sat on the teachers table, her feet on it and legs wide open. Not a thing to hide, but still what a tease.

“Like your surprise?” – She asked smiling.

“It came already unwrapped it seems.”

“Well I had to spend the whole week without sex thanks to all the bruises you left on my body, I didn’t want to waste much time to get a cock inside of me”

“Sorry, not sorry” – Was my answer with my trademark crooked smile.

Since she wanted a cock so much, me being such a caring and giving teacher, realized I should oblige and provide every inch of her desire in one swift motion. She was soaking wet when I approached her, so the whole process was easy, even though she was the tightest pussy I have ever fucked. I fucked her at that table for a long time, raw, animalistic and slightly irresponsible, but we loved each second of it. She buried her mouth on my shoulder to contain all her moans, when she finally came, she bit me to the point of drawing quite a lot of blood.

When she finally stopped trashing and spasming she released my shoulder and looked at with this sheepish smile, that arousing act of a good girl that she enjoyed putting on so much. When I touched my shoulder and felt the blood, it only enhanced my animalistic instincts and I redoubled my efforts, I grabbed her by the knees and waist and fucked her standing, in the middle of the teachers’ room, not really caring about the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and moaning and grunting that followed. When I finally came, I barely had time to put her back on the table before my own knees collapsed on a shattering orgasm.

She laughed and enjoyed while I tried to recover my breath, after a near asthma attack. She sat thereon the table, watching me with her legs wide open, idly playing with the cum dripping out of her. I couldn’t stop smiling between deep breaths, she was the hottest thing I ever encountered.

When I came down from the orgasm rush, it downed on me the risk of getting caught and I started worrying if there were any cameras around. (Great timing, I know). While she freshened up in the adjacent bathroom, I went into damage control. The room was reeking of sex, and if Eliza came up it would be impossible for her to miss, so I called her and said that she could go home at any moment she wished, that I would close up after Caroline finished all her exercises(If you know what I mean). I told Eliza that in the pace Carol was going we would have to sleep in there, and that she could go, and I would deal with the situation. Needless to say, Eliza was overjoyed (the very next day I got my favorite chocolate as reward for my kindness), she would just finish that episode and call me to warn me she was leaving.

When Caroline got back, I had opened the windows and was letting the moist air get inside, to mask the smell of DICK MEETS PUSSY in the room. We sat down and talked for a while, waiting for Eliza to leave. We actually talked a little about class and school before she told me she thought Eliza had a crush on me, I laughed it off and said it was not of her character, but there she planted the seed which would evolve into me fucking the intern.

I told her some of my other adventures and my preferences with all genders. And that is where we got to her telling me that she would love to see two men fucking, but her boyfriend was to much of a cunt to let her have that. So it happened that I could help her, since I had this thing going with a friend of mine that I knew she would die for. When I described and told about my friend Lionel, she started laughing uncontrollably and told me she already knew him and had the hots for him since they were kids, they had been to school together or something like that, she never thought he was into guys. There we had the beginning of a new plan, I just needed to talk with our friend.

Soon Eliza called to let me know she was leaving and when I heard the door close we were fucking again in a matter of seconds, we fucked all around the school, running naked and laughing. She rode me in the lounge couch, making a huge mess of dripping juices (thankfully a leather couch) from our combined orgasms. We were hot and exhausted when we left the school at about midnight. She (of course) had told her mother that she would be sleeping at her friend Alice, (after I learned that my contact was saved under Alice on her phone too, and weirdly as it may be, Alice is her baby daughter’s name) that lived near the school, so the next morning her mother wouldn’t need to take her to school.

That was the only night we slept together, it is oddly difficult to get students to sleepover, never understood why. We were spent, and we mostly cuddled naked in my bed, until I woke up with her in the middle of the night riding me slowly, until she orgasmed and went right back to sleep.

I hope you all enjoyed this memory, next time I will tell all about the way I got with Lionel for the first time. Stay tuned.

As always let me know what you think.

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