-Her First Student-
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Vivianne Starr woke up with a bad headache. Too much to drink last night. She didn't even remember what she had to drink. She usually kept five or six bottles of hard liquor at her place and she must have sampled at least four of them. She set the coffee machine on and decided against breakfast, again. Her mind told her it was not good for her and her stomach growled at the abuse. She shut the mind off forcefully and popped a couple of anta-acids for the stomach. The beep of the coffee machine was the first good sound she heard. She poured herself a rather large cup.
By the time she was ready for school, she had a couple of asprins (for the headache) and a couple more of those anta-acids in her stomach. That would see her through the day. She was the classics teacher at Richmond High and like all educated people, she knew what bad effects the medicines and the alcohol could have on her. But sleep was becoming tougher and tougher by the day. Luckily she had make-up to take care of those deep black circles beneath her eyes.
Mrs. Starr's problem was that she was no longer Mrs. Starr, even though her class continued to call her that. She was certain that none of them even knew her first name. She didn't mind really. It was all part of the mystic of being a literature teacher. After all who knew the first name of Homer? But the divorce six months ago had taken its toll. Though she kept the name, mainly to avoid the extra paperwork involved in changing all the official papers and banking documents, she no longer had a man to return home to. Her needs, nevertheless, had not diminished. Not financially, mind you, but physically. She made more than enough to support her lifestyle and she also got a fat alimony from her ex. It was the lack of physical relationship that caused her stress.
Even when their marriage stood on the doorway to hell, Vivianne had fucked her husband regularly. She loved sex. More accurately, she couldn't live without sex. It had been so ever since she had her first sexual experience, with her father's step-sister's cousin brother. He had been 34, a full 20 years older than her. Though she hadn't appreciated his taking advantage of her young body, she had nevertheless gotten hooked to sex. Even more than she had ever gotten hooked to drugs during her youth. Now she needed a cock or a pussy, and she needed it everyday.
Early in her adolocense, she had decided that she didn't really mind who her partner was. Boy, girl, tranny, it was all the same. But she had never imagined herself without a partner for a period of six months. She knew she couldn't take it. Richmond, however, was not the ideal place for a divorced woman to find partners, even for sex. The town was made up of married catholic men and women, street bums and students. The married men were out of her reach because they were, for most parts, the fathers and mothers of her students, apart from being staunch practising catholics who regarded adultery as the most sinful of crimes. The bums didn't interest her, and besides in a small town as this, she couldn't keep her reputation as a teacher if she started sleeping with the bums. Her students, well, she had often thought about it.
A week ago she had put up notices that she would be available for home tutions for those interested. So far, her notice had generated a lukewarm response. For most parts, she was considered to be a generous marker. A teacher who rarely failed anyone. Secondly, classics were all about repeating what you read with a flowery language, and years of reading the bible had made most of her students more than conversant with good writing style. Well, she would certainly stop being a generous marker this year, she promised herself as she got in her car. And she did have one interested student, who was supposed to meet her at the cafe outside her house this evening.
Vivianne was on time for the meeting at six though her student was no where to be seen. She ordered a tea to go along with a couple of sandwiches. If her plan worked, she would need the energy, specially since she hadn't really had much to eat these past few days. She adjusted her glasses as she drank her tea.
"Good evening Mrs. Starr." It was Vincent. The student who wanted help with her Classics course. She had done her own homework on him. He was a rather cute baseball player who really needed to scrape through the Classics course to keep his baseball scholarship. It wasn't really that he was dumb or something, just that he didn't have the time to prepare himself with his regular baseball coaching. Result, he couldn't attend her classes in the schooltime and was more than happy to meet her after hours for some extra coaching.
"Hello Vincent. Sit down please."
"Thank you."
"So Vincent, what can I do for you?"
"Mrs. Starr, you know I am on the baseball team."
"Yes."
"With my training and everything, I end up missing a lot of classes."
"So."
"I would really appreciate if you could help me out."
"Help with what?"
"Well, The Republic for starters. I really can't make neither head nor tail of the assignments you gave me."
"Did you get the handouts I gave on Plato's Republic?"
"What handouts?"
"Well, I have some spare copies at my place. If you want we can go there now. Its right across the street."
"Sure. Thanks a lot Mrs. Starr. I really need to pass this exam, otherwise they'll throw me out of the baseball team."
Bingo! Vivianne hadn't known that bit of information. She gave her young student another lookover. He was damned athletic and had a wonderful ass. She knew that tonight, she may just not need the drinks.
They walked upto Vivianne's appartment which was on the second floor. She invited Vincent to take a seat while she searched for the handouts. She was back in a couple of minutes with a glass of coke for him and the handouts, a fifteen page double sided summary of Plato's Republic. Vincent started leafing through the handout while Vivianne watched his expression, which changed from hope to dispair.
"What happened Vincent? Something is not clear?"
"This is just about the first two chapters Mrs. Starr?" He asked as he riffled through the pages.
"Of course. Plato's Republic isn't a easy work my dear."
"I will never have time to do all of it! And then there are 12 other classics that are coming in the term end papers!"
"You'll have to study Vincent. There is no other way around."
"Shit Mrs. Starr. I just don't have the time! I haven't even started with a single classic! The Republic was the first book I picked up!"
"Are you kidding me?" Vivianne feigned surprise, she already knew that Vincent hadn't read any of the books. He hadn't even attended a single class!
"I am going to fail ain't I?"
"I guess. Unless.."
"Unless what Mrs Starr?" a glimmer of hope.
In reply Vivianne unbuttoned her pink shirt and took of her glasses, unpinning her hair. Her young student watched with his cute mouth hanging open. Of all the things, this was something he hadn't even considered. His classmates often called her a prude, she never touched the sexually explicit topics in their class. Little did they know that it was because they excited Vivianne so much that she became incoherent. In her own days as a literature student she had fucked 8 professors after their discourse on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliette and its hidden sexual overtones.
"Mrs. Starr, what are you doing?" Vincent managed to say as he watched his teacher expose her massive 36 D mammaries.
"You want to pass, don't you Vincent."
"Yes, but."
"No buts, Vincent. You please me, and I'll help you pass the exam."
Her hand reached over to his jeans as she massaged his cock through the rough cotton. Her eyes, filled with lust, looked into his eyes. Vincent was looking at her assets. Her blonde hair, fake, fell over her hot 40 year old body. Her shirt was open all the way, exposing her bra that tried to keep her huge breasts, real, within the confines of some modesty. Vincent didn't bother to stop her. He needed the grades, and fucking a teacher, well, it was a nice locker-room fantasy. He knew, however, that he wouldn't be able to share it with friends. Somethings must remain a secret.
Vivianne could feel her student's cock harden under her caresses. It felt big. She needed it. Vincent leaned back on the couch, giving his assent. Vivianne unzipped his jeans for him and then pulled them down along with his underwear, exposing his hard young cock to her middle-aged pleasures. She wasn't dissappointed by what she saw either. Though not the biggest cock she had ever had, it was still a good 8 inches in length, and to her lustful eyes, beautiful. Best of all, it came with an athletic frame and Vivianne's long experience in these matters told her that such cocks were a real pleasure to fuck. Athletes tended to cum a lot and their cock got harder faster even after cumming. On top of that Vincent was young, and she was sure he could cum twoce or maybe even thrice before his cock would go limp. She decided to find out.
Her right hand started massaging his cock gently. She brough her 40 year old mouth over his hard cock and planted wet kisses all over it. Her own cunt was now twitching with expectation? She put her other hand inside her skirt, caressing herself at the same time. Her young student was now moaning with pleasure as his teacher's mouth started sucking on his balls. He had never expected her to be this dirty!
Vivianne's hand continued masturbating her young student while she licked his cock from his balls up. Once she was satisfied with the lubrication her saliva had provided it, she brought her hot mouth over his cock and took his cock head gently between her lips. As her lips closed over the head of his cock her tongue leaped into action, twisting all over his raw and highly sensitive skin, working the wonders of experience. Then slowly she started bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Vincent was recieving a really expert blow job from his own teacher!!!
Though Vincent found it highly erotic and extremely hot, still his catholic education caused him guilt. Here he was, fucking a woman old enough to be his mother. All of a sudden Vivianne felt his dick go limp inside her mouth. She looked up and saw confusion written all over Vincent's face. She knew the reasons. She opened her mouth to say something, but then shut herself up. Years of education will not be belied by a short speech and she didn't want to waste a couple of days telling him that it was okay. She tried another tack.
"Mrs. Starr. I don't think we should do this, ma'am.." Vincent was saying when she stood up and took off her shirt. Taking his hand in hers, she brought it over her breasts and put it there. Vincent tried to retrieve his hand, but from one so powerful, it must have been a half-hearted attempt for Vivianne kept it there without any difficulty. She pressed her boobs into his hands until he could feel her hard nipples through the lace. His cock hardened again, to the pleasure of the Classics teacher. This was indeed true classical education!
Vincent started moving his hand over her boobs. It felt so good! It didn't take much effort to excite the blonde teacher and this was killing her. She hurried before her student could have another conscience attack. Within moments her bra and skirt were off. Then she slid down her panties, offering her young student a full view of her round and firm ass and her shaved pussy. Vincent was surprised to see that her skin glistened. Curious, he touched her cunt, only to find that it was soaking wet. Damn! He said to himself, who would have thought!
Vivianne bent down, using the coffee table as support and opened her legs wide. It was an open invitation to move along and Vincent didn't flinch. Using his hand, he guided his hard cock into her wet cunt, using his fingers to open the forbidden entrance. At first slowly, and then faster, his pelvic thrust into Mrs. Starr's hot and welcoming cunt. His teacher was matching his thrusts rhythmically, pushing her ass back into his cock move for move. As their pace picked up, Vivianne reached back with her hand and brought one of Vincent's hands over her huge boobs, leaving the other on her ass. Vincent started massaging her breasts, twisting her nipples. His other hand, he used it to finger her tight ass. He wanted to fuck that too, but Vivianne wanted some good pussy pounding. It had been so long!
Their first orgasms were seperated by a mere 15 seconds. Vivianne came first, her entire body shuddering over Vincent's young cock, her pussy muscles closing and opening over his youthful member. It was sort of a chain reaction for Vincent, athlete and all, couldn't hold out either. His cock spurted all its cum into his teacher's mature cunt. But his cock remained hard and he continued fucking her pussy, filled with his cum, even though some of it was dripping over his own thighs.
Mrs. Starr wanted a change so she pushed him away and then lay him down on the carpet. Then riding him like a horse, she slid her wet cunt, full of his young cum, over his still rock hard cock. It was time for him to learn just how different a mature woman could be! Sitting over his cock which was completely inside her mature cunt by now, she started grinding her hips, rotating them. Vicent thought that his cock must be in a thousand cunts all at once as every centimetre of his cock was touched continously by his teacher's pussy. Then to add ecstacy to pleasure, Mrs. Starr started flexing her vaginal muscles slowly over his hard shaft.
For a long while the two fucked thus, until the moment they were both in need of a real quick release. Vivianne was now jumping over his athletic body like a crazy woman, her blonde hair hurling over her gorgeous face. Her breasts moved rapidly up and down and her moans turned into screams. Their second orgasm was perfectly timed and they both came at the same time! Mrs. Starr felt some more of Vincent's hot young sperms riding up her unprotected pussy. She loved how the hot cum felt inside her. And inspite of his own orgasm, Vincent could feel her juices spurting all over his cock.