                           Mrs. Babbitt


Was it her or not?  I couldn't decide.
Her once long chestnut hair was now silver and
bobbed off at the shoulder.  The smooth milky complexion I
remembered was now sagging slightly around her mouth and neck. 
Those huge brown eyes that seemed to glisten and shine seemed
somewhat flat and dull.
All of that aside, I was certain that the woman I was seeing was
Mrs. Babbitt.  Her hair and face might have changed, but her body
was still as remarkable as I remembered from middle school.  Her
full breasts seemed larger than ever.  Not to mention the way her
ample hips filled out her snug fitting jeans in a most teasing
manner.
If I closed my eyes, I could still see her standing in front of
the classroom, smiling that sweet innocent smile that seemed to
be present.  I remember how I used to sit mesmerized, longing to
see, to touch those magnificent breasts.  In my adolescent
fantasies, I could imagine sucking on her, what I imagined to be,
huge pink nipples.
Many nights I lay awake in my room, stroking my boyish dick, it
wasn't a cock yet.  I had not matured to that level yet.  No, it
was still a dick or a prick.  That didn't matter to me at the
time.  All I knew was that it got hard a lot, especially when I
thought about Mrs. Babbitt's tits.
More times than I could count, I jerked off thinking about those
glorious orbs.  Eventually, my fantasies graduated to her firm
round ass and what, I thought, had to be the softest warmest
pussy in the world.
In my minds eye, I had shot my young load across her tits or
plunged my dick into her pussy a thousand times.  In addition,
every time, when I was finished, she would vow her deep and never
ending love for me.
That was my life for a whole school year.  I would go to school,
fantasize about Mrs. Babbitt and go home and jack off.
All good things must end however.  I had to move on to the next
grade.  That meant changing schools.  I never saw Mrs. Babbitt
again.  Eventually, thoughts of Sue Bartkowski and other girls in
my class that were coming of age right before my very eyes
replaced her images.
Twenty years or more had passed since I had emptied my balls to
the mental imagery of Mrs. Babbitt lying beneath me, her massive
tits bouncing as I slammed my cock into her tight pussy.
Twenty years or not, it was like yesterday when I saw her coming
out of the lady's room in the mall.  It was she.  I was certain
of it.  The next thing I knew I was calling out to her.
"Mrs. Babbitt?"
She turned.  "Yes."
My mind raced searching for what to say next.  Finally, I managed
to mumble.  "Hi, I thought that was you.  I'm Jack Priest.  I had
you in middle school."  What a choice of words I thought.  I had
you!  Oh God if she only knew how many times, in my dreams, I had
had her.
"Well, hello Jack.  How have you been?"  She offered me her hand.
I reached out to take her hand realizing that it was the first
time I'd every really had physical contact with her.  The thought
caused a stirring between my legs.  I was actually touching Mrs.
Babbitt.
"Good."  Did she remember me?  Surely not.  I didn't care.  I was
in heaven.
"Well," she said.  "It was good to see you."  She was leaving. 
That was it.  We had said hello and now she was stepping out of
my life again.  Suddenly, I realized I was still holding her
hand.  She was trying to leave but I refused to let go.
She smiled, but a look of concern creased her forehead.  "Are you
alright Jack?"
I didn't respond.  What could I say?  Mrs. Babbitt I always
dreamed of fucking you.  I want you more now than I ever have. 
No, I couldn't say any of that.  All I could do was stand there
like a preteen, with a hard-on for my teacher.  Except, I wasn't
a preteen.  I was a grown man with a hard-on for my teacher.
The smile left her face.  "Is something wrong, Jack?  You look a
little pale."
I was pale because all my blood was rushing to my dick.  I
couldn't say that though.  In fact, I couldn't say anything.
Then she said the oddest thing.
"You're a man now Jack, not a little boy.  You shouldn't be
intimidated by me.  I am no longer your teacher."
We were still standing in the corridor that led from the food
court to the restrooms.
Finally, I found words.  "Would you like to have a cup of coffee
with me?"
She smiled and I thought I saw the sparkle return to her eyes. 
"Sure Jack.  That's not really what you want though, is it?"
Was she reading my mind?  Did she see my hard cock; it's a
full-grown cock now, pressing against my jeans.
"No." I said boldly.  "That's not what I really want."
"What is it then Jack?"  She paused shortly before continuing, as
if she searching for just the right words.   "Jack, if I remember
correctly, you were always a quiet boy.  You were very polite,
never wanting to offend anyone.  I always hoped you would grow
out of that."    She was teasing me, making fun of me.  Fine if
that was the way she wanted to play then fine.
I was silent, stunned.
Finally she continued.  "You're a grown man.  Tell me what it is
you really want."
"I want to take you back in that restroom."  I pointed to the
restroom she had just come from.   "I want to bend you over the
sink and fuck you.  What do you think about that?"  The words
were out before I even realized what I was saying.
Her smile never faded.  The expression on her face never changed.
 She simply said, "Are you self assured enough to take what you
want?"
I didn't hesitate, pushing her backwards into the ladies' room. 
I hung the "Closed for cleaning" sign on the nail outside the
door then locked the door behind us.
Fortunately, the restroom was empty.  I had not thought to check.
I could see her breasts rise and fall as her breathing audibly
increased.
My own heart was pounding as well.  What was I doing?
I pushed the question in my mind aside and grabbed the vision of
my dreams by the shoulders, pinning her against the tile wall.  I
waited for a split second for her to speak or resist.  She did
neither so I kissed her hard on the mouth, at the same time
running my hand up under her blouse.  I nearly dropped a load in
my jeans when my fingers found the soft skin of her breast.
There it was; right there at my finger tips the flesh of my
dreams.
I had to see it, suck it.
Pulling away from her, I fumbled with the buttons on the front of
her blouse.  When I finally got it open, I didn't hesitate. 
Instead of unhooking her bra, I simply pushed it up over her
massive mounds.  Pinning her wrists against the wall over her
head, I attacked, burying my face in the soft flesh of her now
slightly sagging tits.  Clamping my teeth down on her gigantic
pink nipples, I heard her squeal slightly as her body gave a
quick jerk in reaction to the not very subtle bite.
I heard her whisper between gasps.  "Is this all what you want
Jack.  Does biting my tits satisfy you?"
She was teasing me again.
"No.  I'm going to fuck you."
"Then do it Jack.  Just like you said you would.  Bend me over
the sink and fuck me."
I did just that.  Pushing her away from me, I spun her around and
leaned her over the sink.
She braced herself, palms flat against the wall, elbows locked.
  Quickly, my trembling fingers found the front of her jeans.  I
unsnapped the waist and lowered the zipper. Then with one
powerful tug, I pulled the denim along with her white cotton
panties down over her hips.
I stepped back momentarily to admire the soft white flesh of her
mature hips.  Then, grabbing a handful of flesh in each hand, I
spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing not just her tiny brown
asshole but also a crop of silver cunt hair.  The silvery hair
was moist with juices from her aging cunt.  Glistening like dew
on the morning grass, her sweet juice called to me, begging me to
taste the honey that leaked from wide pick slit between her legs.
Falling to my knees, I buried my face in her gash, running my
tongue along the opening between her swollen labia.  Her juice
was just as sweet as I had always imagined and I lapped it up
like a starving dog.
Suddenly her body stiffened and her ass cheeks clenched in my
hands.  She thrust her hips backward, pressing her sloppy pussy
into my face.  At that same moment, my face was drenched with a
flood of cum from her expanding cunt.  I licked and sucked for
all I was worth, not wanting to loose one drop of her sticky hot
liquid.
When her body finally relaxed, I stood and unbuckled my own
jeans.  , pushing my jeans along with my boxers down over my
knees.  My cock stood out bigger and harder than I had ever seen
it.  The head was a deep purple and the veins along the top
swollen to the size of my little finger.  I stared at myself in
amazement.  I had never been so hard or so big.
Holding my impressive rod like a baseball bat, I guided it toward
Mrs. Babbitt's waiting hole.  Just as the head touched the moist
slit however, I stopped.  Looking up at her reflection in the
mirror, I saw her staring back at me.  The intensity I saw in her
eyes caused me to wonder.  Was this right?  Was I raping her? 
Suddenly, I felt ashamed and started to back away.
"Do it Jack.  That's what you want isn't it.  Take it.  For once
in your life do what you want.  Fuck me.  Stick your cock in my
cunt and fuck me!"
She grimaced slightly, gasping as I slammed my cock into her with
all the force I could muster.
My thighs slapped against the back of her legs echoing through
the off the tile walls.  I withdrew completely and quickly drove
my aching rod home once more.
She became my cheerleader and coach.  "That's it Jack, go deep
and hard.  Oh Jack you're a hell of man.  Drive that big dick up
my cunt."
I continued to pound her as hard and as fast as I could.  With
every powerful stroke, I could see her heavy tits sway and
bounce.  I reached underneath her with one hand grabbing a
handful of the soft flesh squeezing it, kneading it like soft
dough between my fingers.  She cried out in pain as I pinched the
rubbery nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead, forming small puddles on
her creamy white ass.  I thought I was fucking her as hard as I
could.  To my surprise however, my intensity accelerated when I
felt the ball of fire that was cum building throughout my cock.
Mrs. Babbitt felt it too.  "Come on Jack fill me with your hot
cum.  I can feel your dick growing.  That's it your almost there.
 Keep pounding until you're free."
It felt like I was shooting nails out the end of my cock as I
thrust one last time pinning my pelvis against her soft fleshy
ass.  My cock and balls surged repeatedly until completely spent.
Falling backwards against the opposite wall, I stared at Mrs.
Babbitt, still leaning over the small sink.  I heard her gasping
for air and saw her massive breast sway slightly with each
heaving breath.  Last but not least, I could see her cunt
pulsing, squeezing tiny drops of cum from her hole.  Each drop
seemed to hand in mid air before dripping to the floor with what
seemed like an audible splat.
I watched in silence, not knowing what to say, as she grabbed
some paper towels from the dispenser and began to clean up.  She
acted as though I wasn't even there, washing and wiping as if in
the privacy of her own bathroom.  When she was finished, she
straightened her clothes and stepped over to me.
"I think you better zip up and get out of her Jack.  Who knows
how long it will be before someone complains about the door being
locked and the janitor shows up."
Then without another word, she turned to leave.
"Mrs. Babbitt," I said.
She looked back over her shoulder.  "Yes."
"I..." my mind searched for the right words but nothing came.
"Don't say anything Jack.  It's not necessary.  Just accept what
happened as one more lesson learned from an old teacher."
I must have looked puzzled.
"I hope what you learned Jack, is that if you want something ask
for it.  You may not always get it....  But who knows, you
might."
Then as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone.
Since then I have tried to take her advice.  I have made a
conscious effort to be more assertive, less timid.  Granted, I
have yet to walk up to a woman and tell her I want to fuck her. 
Still, it might happen again someday.  One never knows.

