Lil Goth Boy's School Stories 2: Fucking My Fat Teacher
Sebby proves once again that fat lasses are dirtier (MF, BBW, Foodplay, Vaginal, Anal, Oral, Mature, Light Scat)
My drama teacher at secondary school, Mrs Meyers, endured a lot from my fellow students. She was short and very, very fat, and always wore very tight leggings which pushed her huge bum up and out. With her vast, plump tits it made her look like some kind of songbird, its feathered fluffed to attract a mate (although many of the evil boys and girls in my class would have said that she would never get a mate like that).
I found her unbearably attractive. I've always loved fat girls and women, and Mrs Meyers added mental attributes to her physical ones by always being kind and having time for people. Anyway, given all the cruel comments people threw at her in class it wasn't really a surprise when she announced she was leaving the school. Some of the nicer people expressed their sadness at this fact, but I don't think any of them was as broken up as me. Even though it turned every drama class into an agony of hormones, I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing her again, her huge bosom, her massive arsecheeks rubbing up and down inside their lycra prison, her pouting lips (she was quite old, in her mid-fifties, but still had a an angelically plump face and a brown tan)- they were all things I would miss terribly.
So, on her last day, I voulenteered to help her tidy up her things and help her moved out. If I wasn't going to see her again, I wasted to make the most of now.
I made a special effort for her- gelling my hair (which was in curtains back then), putting on cologne and generally doing my best to look like a man instead of just a little boy. I was 17 after all, I kept telling myself. She accepted, and I followed her into her airy office at the end of the day.I asked her why she decided to leave, and she said she was too tired to teach anymore. It was too much effort, and her body was beginning to show the strain.
I said, awkwardly, that I'd never seen any a better body.
She looked at me surprised, and smiled. The laughter lines played around her face and she didn't look half as old as she had done.
"Why, Sebastian...I haven't recieved a compliment like that for years!"
"Its only the truth." I said, flushing...then I gabbled "No matter what anyone says. I think you look fantastic."
She stopped her packing and faced me again, this time giving me her full attention. Hands on hips, she gave me an appraising look.
"Well, Sebastian..."
"Seb." I said quickly
"Seb." She nodded "You're not too bad yourself. You'll make a very good looking man."
"I like to think I'm a man already." I said, trying to make myself sound amused, and not too hurt- I felt things had taken a bad turn pretty quickly. But I was wrong.
"So you are." She said, smiling "17, aren't you? Well, young man, passing compliments like that is the way to a woman's heart. You've certainly touched mine. As you may have noticed..." She laughed graciously "I don't get many compliments. So, Mr. Gentleman- what else do you like about me?"
I felt my cheeks burn red, but answered "All of you." I said "You have a beautiful face, lovely hair, gorgeous lips, soft skin..."
"How do you know it's soft?" She said gently, smiling again
"It looks that way."
"Well, you can't tell just by looking. Touch it and see."
I stepped close, faltering, but she took my hand in hers and put it to one big, soft cheek. I looked down at her and she sighed and closed her eyes.
"Is it as soft as you thought?" She asked
"Yes." I said "It is."
"Now, you may think I have a lovely body, but from now on Seb, I don't want you to say something without having proof. If you want to compliment part of my body, you'll have to test it first."
Her tones had become honied and purring- I could feel an adolescent erection waking in my pants as my fingers trembled against her skin.
"You have...a beautiful face..." I ran both hands all over it "Soft hair..." And through her short, golden curles "And gorgeous lips..."
I leaned forward and down to kiss her. Her soft mouth, tight because her cheeks were so plump, engulfed my tongue with hot wetness. It was wonderful. We kissed for what seemed like hours. When I opened my eyes the light felt like they were burning, I had been in darkness so long.
"Well, Seb..." She said, sounding very pleased "How long have you felt this way?"
"Since I first saw you." I mumbled
She looked very touched
"I see. Well, we'd better start making up for lost time." She looked around- I could tell what she was thinking. There were lots of windows in her office. People could see in at any time and, despite the fact that this was her last day, if she was found messing around with a student she could still get into trouble.
"Let's go to the staff toilets." She said "Hardly anyone used them because the systems on three of the stalls are broken. Oh, Sebby...I feel more alive than I have in months!"
She looked it. Her face glowed.
She grabbed her back and I followed her to the staff toilets, hanging just a little behind so I could watch her gorgeous arse gyrate, the fat round cheeks jockeying for position as a snatch of sweaty lycra was pulled into her crack. I drooled at the thought that maybe soon I would get to see all its delicious charms up close.
We pushed through the door and sure enough the place was deserted. She darted into one of the broken stalls and pulled me after her- she was so huge I could barley move without being pushed into the soft folds of her flesh. My dick felt like it would break my trousers it was so eager to escape.
She sat on the toilet, the seat groaning under her weight, and I straddled her, resting on the cushion of her thighs and pawing at her huge tits, awkwardly at first but then gently as I got the sense of what she liked. I massaged the gorgeous fat knockers in slow, firm circles which made her purr hoarsely from deep inside her body. Soon she pulled off her pink woolen jumper, revealing a plain white bra. It was huge, but no where near enough to contain those gigantic melons which strained at the fabric, as desperate to escape their prison as my cock.
I unhooked it easily (I'd practiced on girl's bras before) and let them free. I couldn't resist clamping my mouth over those erect, pink little nipples as soon as the fabric feel- they were a good mouthful, but still small as pin-pricks on her massive boobs.
Mrs. Meyers hugged me as I sucked, her beefy arms closing tightly over my back. It felt warm and safe in her embrace. She was sweaty, and the smell of her body, animal and yet somehow pure, intoxicated me.
As my sucking got more fevered, she started whispering dirty words in my ear"Oh yeah, Sebby...suckle me...suck Auntie Pauline's nips for her..."
I almost stopped sucking out of shock, but I was also very aroused- Mrs. Meyers had always been a partly motherly figure for me, and I soon got around to the idea of playing a dirty incestuous nephew to a pervy old aunt.
After I had thouroughly service both her tits, she gently lifted me off her lap. Then, inch by feverish inch, she slipped off her leggings. I watched as the were pulled, protesting off her ass which burst out, pear shaped and smooth as a billiard ball, then her blubbery thighs which rubbed exquisitly together then finally falling down surprisingly shapely calves to her ankles. She wore no panties, and the thought that she might have been naked under her leggings through all my lessons...well, it made me squirm with lust.
"Well, what do you think?" She said, giving a little wiggle which sent glorious ripples through her flesh.
"Oh Aunty Pauline!" I said, relishing the words as they left my mouth "You're a goddess! I want every part of you so badly!"
She bent over the toilet, steadying herself on the system, and pointed her arse out.
"Then please, lick my cunny, Seb. I want to feel your hot tongue in me!"
She needant have asked- nothing could have held me back. I got on my knees and looked for the first time at her cunt, in the shadow of her vast, soft jelly-belly which now hung down like her hugetits. It was covered in brownish hair, pink and soft as a rose and oozing thick white cuntcream. I leaned forward and rubbed my face in it, licking and sucking and tasting until my face was wet with slime. It smelled like she hadn't given it a wash in a while. But that was good- it was an honour to clean her cunt for her. I felt like it could never be to dirty for me to want to lick it- she was a queen among women, and I had to let her know that she tasted like one. Only after what seemed like hours of slobbering at her pink and pouting hole did I become hungry for something else. I was no longer satisfied with just her cunt. I began extending my licks, further upward until I was tonguing between her hypnotically sexy arsecheeks. Throwing caution to the winds, I pulled the two massivly fat buns apart and buried my face between them. As if made of muscular elastic her cheeks snapped back into place, leaving me half-trapped in a dark, musky world of sweat and flesh. I couldn't see but I reached out my tongue and found it- that tight rubbery little bud which I so longed for. It tasted rich and dirty and natural. I probed deeper, pushing the hot little walls apart until the tiniest tip of my pink digit sank into the earthy coit. Auntie Pauline was delighted.
"Oh Seb! You're...you're a fantastic arselicker! This is more than I ever dreamed of! Yes, make auntie happy, get your tongue further up that dirty hole!"
I did my best to oblidge her, but her ring was just too tight to really get in to...I managed to push a further centimetre of hungry tongue in, but that was all- still, it seemed enough for her. Her breathing was ragged and fast and she was moaning to herself, one soft plump hand reaching under her belly to rub herself.
My tongue began to get numb as her muscles gripped it, but suddenly she said in a low, husky voice
"Honey- would you fuck your auntie's arse for her?"
I was again both shocked and turned on.
"S...sure." I stuttered. I really, desperately wanted to but I hesitated - you see this was only a few months after my first near-anal-adventures with Sarah, and I was still a little worried about what would happen if, as on that occasion, I failed to penetrate and all was lost. But Mrs. Meyers was a mature woman with lots of experience behind her. She had already reached for her little bag and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Having smeared it liberally on her hands, she smothered her own arsehole and my dick with it, those soft, expert hands sending shivers through my stomach. Then, readjusting her footing, stretching the sweaty lycra between her hefty ankles almost to breaking point, leant on the cistern.
I stepping in behind her and once again squeezed and parted her fleshy cheeks lovingly. Her mature butthole was nestled there like some precious jewel. I pressed my head against it, and found I hardly had to push at all as her coit made three of four 'swallows' gobbling me up through the wet lube as easily as her mouth would gobble up doughnuts. Now I was as deep in her as far as I could get, only her plump springy buttcheeks stopping me from being buried to the hilt.
It seemed bizarre that such a majestic arse as this should contain such a fabulously tight and muscular hole, but believe me it did- her greedy sphincter hugged me like a velvet cockring, soft as it was hot and hot as it was beautiful.
I rotated my cock round and round, only thrusting a little as I had been taught to do by various books, exploring every wall and crevice of Auntie's gorgeous rectum. Unlike a pussy, tt was slightly ridged and it pulsed rhymically as I moved. We carried on slowly like this, both moaning softly as the sensation of oneness.
Then I began to pick up speed, feeling my cum tingle in my balls- but before it began travelling joyfully upwards to spurt inside auntie's hole, she let out a yelp, as if fromfear. She suddenly pulled her lucious arsehole off my cock and turned, sitting heavily on the plastic seat.
"Sorry Seb! I really need to go!" She said, and without a further word let loose a massive hissing, spluttering, splashing dump from her bowels. She closed her eyes as if in ecstasy as it left her, then, as the explosive sounds died away, looked at me with a blush.
"Oh Seb...I'm really sorry, and truly greatful. I've been constipated for days...but your fat cock in there just opened up the floodgates. You literally fucked the shit out of me!"
"My pleasure!" I said, relieved that she wasn't angry with me.She blushed again. The air was now rank with the stench of her waste. It was overpowering- so intimate and dirty.
"Now...where were we?" She asked matter-of-factly "I think I probably need to pay you back for that." She then took my half-flaccid cock in her fat hand and rubbed it gently until it became hard again. Then, leaning forward, she showered it with kisses. It felt wonderful- feather light, but red hot. I tingled. She did this in between sucking it, filling her plump mouth with my meat until I felt on the verge of cumming again.
"Thankyou Auntie!" I moaned "This is wonderful!"
"Well, honey, it's only what you deserve..." She cooed "But I need to pay you back twice- once for giving me relief with your hard fuck, and once for licking my cunt so well. How about you have a go in auntie's fanny now?""Oh Auntie!" I almost fell to my knees with gratitude "Really?"
"Yes- and a little something extra too!"
She opened her little bag again and took out something wrapped in foil"This was supposed to be my dessert for lunch, but I didn't have time to finish it." She said, unwrapping the foil and revealing a chocolate eclair. She held it out to me and I took a bite. It tasted good.
"I want you to put it inside me." She said, spreading her beefy thighs wide "Then fuck me with it in there- will you do that for me Seb?"
I would. Drooling, I eased the chocolate dessert up into the cavernous, fleshy depths of her pussy, watching as the excess cream gradually coated her mat of pubes.
Then, once the last of the pastry disappeared into her, I lifted her big thick thighs up and taking a gasping breath, entered Auntie Pauline's dreamy cunthole.
It was paradise. Wheras the top half of my cock was being nearly burned by the flesh of Auntie's pussy, the tingling bottom half was bathed in thick, cool cream. But on either side, I was gripped by a tightness almost as great as that of her grasping anus. I began thrusting as slowly as my screaming body would let me, at every gorgeous penetration being rewarded by spasms of pleasure and my teacher's happy snorts. In...out...in...out...I could hardly bear the slowness but I wanted this beautiful moment to last forever.Gradually, the eclair melted and became mush in her fanny all of my raging young cock was exposed to her heat. Now the cream was no longer cool but warm and slopping and sliding around the slippery insides of her quim, accompanied by a series of half-disgusting, half-arousing noises, squelching and slurping as my thrusts grew more violent. Rivulets of chocolate mixed with cuntslime slithered down my balls and Pauline's growling and gasping, became barekly human cries of ecstasy, sharp screams which I was worried someone might hear. But no one did, and her yells grew to a crescendo as the ruined dessert began to leak, splattering onto the toilet seat and floor, leaving only my pounding cock inside her. A few dozen more frenzied thrusts, so violent they nearly lifted the toilet of the ground, and my white-hot spunk shot out- after all my time dreaming about this moment, I had finally creamed inside my fat teacher's fifty-year old cunt!
I collapsed on her and she hugged me again. That wonderful feeling of safety and closeness was back, this time combined with the extra sensation of my cock nestling in her delicious hole.
She whispered to me that I had given her pleasure beyond anything she could imagine. I glowed with pride and happiness.
"I love you Auntie." I said
"And I love you honey." She replied, and we redoubled our embrace.She explained, after we had cleaned up and dressed, that she and her husband had had hardly any sexual activity for months, and it was in the hope of saving her marriage that she was finally quitting. She said, to my intense sadness, that they were moving at the end of the week. But my primary emotion was anger- I was disgusted that someone lucky enough to be married to Mrs Meyers would let her down so. I told her and she smiled and said it was okay. Then she hugged me again and said something which brought me right back up into the skies of happiness: "I'm free all week until the move. I know you have school but...perhaps you'd like to visit me in the afternoons?"
So that week, at the end of every agonizingy slow school day, I would walk to Mrs. Meyers house and fuck her and fuck her until my heart felt like stopping. Those were the most glorious days of my time at secondary school. I learnt so much from Mrs. Meyers about how to please a woman.
I was a little worried every time though, in case we heard her husband return downstairs and I had to hide...but he never did. And do you know why? He was watching us!
On the last day 'Auntie Pauline' told me she had a surprise- and in he came! He was a very handsome man, a little younger than his wife. He complimented me in all the ways I had used her, and on the size of my dick-he did not, however, conform to his wife's rules of 'testing' it himself. I felt rather cheated but he explained that it was better for me to believe he wasn't being a good husband- that it inflamed my natural desire to please and my competetiveness. I saw what he meant- and in the end, I was very happy that it was this way. I didn't have to feel guilty, for one thing. They had me over for dinner that night and, as promised, moved away the next day. I felt that the world would never be happy again for a few days. Everything seemed grey and passionless without the red-hot love injected into it by Pauline Meyers. But I got better, bit by bit- and I will always look back on those days with unadulterated happiness.