***Warning!***
This story contains sexual acts which for some reason your national/state/local government might not want you to read because you are under-age or for some other reason. Therefore, if you ARE under-age, or if it is illegal for you to view this material for other reasons, DO NOT CONTINUE. In addition to this, the story is, for the most part, a work of fiction and any similarities between characters in the story and real people are purely coincidental.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Right off the bat, I will tell you that this story does not contain very nasty sexual acts. This will not become terribly raunchy. It is simple "young man to teacher(m/F)" sex. There is no rape, no bestiality, and no s/m because I cannot stand rape, do not like bestiality, and s/m just does not fit in.

VERSION NOTE: Finally, here it is, the final installment to "Sparkling Teacher Mrs. Cessa." Just read and enjoy. By the way, this installment includes the first and second so do not send me any stupid e-mails asking where the those installments can be found.

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**** Sparkling Teacher Mrs. Cessa (Complete) ****
    by KD

    
     He walked across the  courtyard tiredly, noticing an instructor walking to the Math Room. Who was it? Oh, Mrs. Cessa.
    Suddenly, he found himself at the phone/refrigerator "room"(it was more of a closet really) next to the Science Room. He reached for the phone and quickly dialed his home number. On the other end, he heard his sister answer.
    "I gotta get home."
    "Dad says he won't pick you up because of yesterday."
    "What the fuck?" He grunted angrily. "Tell him I gotta get home soon, there was no practice today, it is fucking cold, and I have a lot of homework tonight. It is 5 o'clock, damn it!"
    He heard his sister yell at his dad, who must of been in the den. His sister's voice returned "Yah, he says he'll take a nap and then pick you up in about 45 minutes." He grunted again.
    "Fuck it. I'll call a friend and ask if he can pick me up. Be back to you in a sec if he cannot pick me up." He heard foot steps behind him and then they stopped. He turned around to face Mrs. Cessa.
    She stared at him with those wise owl's eyes and her strangely beautiful face. Not that super-model sexy sort of face, but a quiet, wise, mature, almost motherly face which, despite the many lines of aging, must have once belonged to some very beautiful and silly girl. Not all this beauty was lost. Although she looked at first glance to be over-the-hill, he could tell by her still-youthful eyes, grey-tan skin, and her shy, sweet voice, which could fall into laughter at any moment, that she was still in her forties and possessed a bit of girlishness. There was another strange thing about her; she was much older than her students but was very shy and had little control over her classes... another strange thing was that she was wearing an unusual sleeveless forest-green blouse that exposed her attractive shoulders and arms. He would have been very embarrassed to admit these observations to his friends but there it was. He found his math teacher to be an attractive woman. He almost laughed in spite of himself. Then, Mrs. Cessa opened her little mouth to talk to him.
    "You know, if your dad or your friend can't take you home, I would be glad to take you." Like the true mother which he knew she was. He sighed at this. His dad drove him mad sometimes with his stubborness. Now, he was in this ackward situation in which an instructor was offering to do something for him off school grounds. As much as he liked Mrs. Cessa, for some reason, he never felt comfortable with this. He did not know exactly why, but he did not want his teachers to see how he was using their well-thought-out(well, sometimes...) advice out of school. A curse-crazy, dirty, and loud-laughing adolescent. A conscience perhaps.
    But here he was. And he wanted to get home to finally... relax... to do the one thing he could do no where on Earth but in his bedroom... and bathroom. At the thought, he was a bit aroused and turned a bit into the small room in order to keep Mrs. Cessa from noticing, as she sometimes did when he sometimes stared at her in class. He dismissed the thoughts, pretended to consider her offer,  and spoke.
    "That works very well for me. Thank you."
    "Oh, it's no problem."
    He quickly dialed up his friend's number only to hear the loud, monotonous, and somehow ignorant tune of the busy signal. It could never know what it denied the caller. A chance to get home, a chance to hear the warmth of another life, a chance to live... And it never knew what it could be allowing the caller.
    He looked back into his teacher's eyes and shook his head saying that his friend was of no help to him. She nodded. He put the phone back on the hook, reoriented his backpack, and followed her to her room where she gathered a few items and papers from her desk and placed them into her pack. "Ok, then, time to go."
    He followed her through the tree-surrounded path around the main office building to the faculty parking lot where they found her shiny, dark red Toyota Camry sitting under the shade of an oaktree. She pulled her keys from her pocket and was about to open the car doors when her fragile form paused in motion. She looked down nervously. She then returned her barely shaking hands to opening the door. 
    He could not figure out the pause and nervousness for a moment, but it soon came to him. She tended to be a shy and private person and she was now letting someone whom she had known from one part of her life into another, more personal part. 
    He heard the sound of the doors unlock and naturally did what a person does when he finally hears a door unlock. He then sat down on the clean, pure white seat putting his backpack under his legs. Mrs. Cessa sat down in the driver's seat, looked him in the eyes quickly, and nervously placed the keys in the ignition. The sound of exploding gasoline echoed through the car and the two were off.
    As they were driving through the almost surreal greenness of the surrounding area, he kept  his attention to the outside, preventing his eyes from intruding upon his teacher. He felt somewhat uncomfortable next to the woman, who did not know of the thoughts that went through his head. Thoughts like those which he had read about in countless stories on the net at home and seen in movies. In all of these stories and movies, there was always the student and some drop-dead gorgeous teacher he had a crush on. Of course, in the net stories, the student ended up fucking the ba-jesus out of his teacher. But he had never had the luck to encounter any teacher that he could think of fucking, not even any female teachers under thirty... except one, but she was dreadfully ugly. Then, he met Kate Cessa, a surprisingly beautiful woman in her early forties. At first, he did not notice anything special about her(why, he did not know), but as he looked at her more and more, he got addicted to her. Not only was Mrs. Cessa attractive, but she was one of the sweetest and kindest women he had know in his life, and her smiles and laughs made him smile and feel happiness oozing through him.
    Perhaps, that was one of the things that made her most attractive, the fact that this kind, sweet, fragile woman had to have fucked, had to have gotten sweaty and dirty and forced an erect penis into her pussy, for she had two children from her broken marriage. The thought of her sweating and moaning made him feel guilty but at the same time awoke a dark, perverse part of his soul, the part which enjoyed the net stories he read late at night. But there was no way he could ever do what he read, he would never be able to fuck Mrs. Cessa. He saw only three ways of that happening and all three were very unlikely. There was raping but that was out of the question. He had read stories of rape that were meant to be pleasing to men, but the only desire they gave him was to kill the story's writer. He would rather kill himself than do such a thing to a woman, especially someone like Mrs. Cessa. So that was out of the question. He could easily dominate her since she was weak and had almost no will, and convince her that she needed to have sex with him or else he would do "something." But that was almost as bad as rape, though. He had read s/m stories and they were always either too alien to him or got the same response out of him as the stories of rape. There was only one thing he could see himself doing, and it was much more difficult than rape or domination because it required at least some initial desire from her. Obviously, she was lonely as she had been left with only her hand for entertainment since her marriage was shattered. So, in order to get her, he would need to find her in a particularly lonely and vulnerable state and convince her that it was OK for her to fuck him. The chance of this happening was worse than unlikely, though. It was the kind of thing that only happened in porn movies.
    After thinking about all this, he could not keep himself from stealing a glance in her direction. One which would have been innocent enough, except that it was to admire her greyish-tan face, brown, but greying hair, and smooth, eye-pleasing features. The hair really interested him. Cut at her shoulders, it was this lightish brown color which looked like it could turn at any moment into the full brown which it must have been in her youth. It also looked like the greyness of age could wash over it at any moment. Through his imagination, he found that either looked beautiful, but not as much as it was at this exact moment. He could not remove the thoughts from his head.
    Abruptly, Mrs. Cessa turned her head towards him; his heart attempted an escape from his chest but was held back by his ribcage. She saw the fire in his face and blushed herself at the realization of this attention she was getting from someone who was almost three times younger. Feeling very self-conscious, she turned her head in an effort to keep him from seeing that on her fluid face was a smile. That wide, playful smile which had always seemed to change darkness to lightness for him, the one which would spread like spilled water across the souls of her students. She could not help but laugh, sending the familiar warmness through his body.
    He turned to the window and smiled toward the bright light of another setting sun. The golden light played through the trees into the car, creating shadowy shapes and dancers on the light interior of the car. Another chuckle came from his left and he turned his ear to listen to the medicinal laughter of this woman. It danced and played upon his soul, and a smile which could not have been stopped by the sharpest tooth of the hardest bite upon his own lip.
    At the next red light, she began to speak nervously, laughing and smiling every few words, like the young girl which he knew still lived within her. "Do you... really find me... to be... pretty?" He turned to her eyes and smiled and could not get the words out.  He found a long-lost lust coming alive in her eyes which had been dead since... since a long time ago, years before her divorce. And he could not have closed his eyes to hide the lust in his, for it was not physically possible. This was like a meteor shower or super-nova or some other huge celestial event; it appeared at extremely rare moments and could not be missed when it came. He stared at her face, a singular star in the sky among many. Comets twinkled in her light blue eyes and he could see them grow as her face neared his. Her crescent of happiness slowly evolved into a secretive smile of rapture which he had secretly longed to see upon her face for countless ages, and he could feel her light breath on his face, and the fragrances of her body rushed his senses. He could no longer concentrate on any object in the heavens but this one, his eyes memorizing every valley and hill, each flowing river and plain of this blue moon. Finally, their mouths centered on one another and a kiss came, but this was no eternity as had been described by playwrites and poets throughout the centuries, for during this kiss, all concept of time was lost, and the miracle of the eternity could not be observed even if it were to occur.

   Kiss, eyes, moving toward a central event, the eyes, together? This is a dream.

    He finally separated the kiss meanwhile keeping his eyes locked on hers.
    He turned toward the street before them. "Green," he whispered, and she suddenly realized that she had to press the gas pedal. Mrs. Cessa drove the car down the street slowly toward the next light which was green. As they the light neared, he noticed how unusually slowly she was driving and how she seemed to be holding her breath. The light then turned yellow, and then red, and she let the breath out, and stopped the car. The two immediately looked into each others' eyes again. He moved his hand to her face to feel her cheek and her breath against his skin. He moved his hand through her smooth hair, starting at the bit of grey in the front. She sighed in pleasure, for she had not felt such affections for many years.
    The light turned green and they returned to as they were, except that Mrs. Cessa had kept his hand near her body with her own. She drove slowly toward the next green light, and this time, both held their breaths. When the light turned yellow, she stopped at the line, and they immediately returned to as they were. She let go of his hand and moved her own across the car to the zipper of his pants. She looked up to his eyes and said, "Are you... sure?"
    He chuckled merrily and returned, "You know." She smiled warmly and nodded, unzipping his pants. She held her breath as she unbuttoned them and pulled them down to expose his boxer shorts, which were then pushed down. She saw his penis erect and made a surprised eep at viewing such a young man's genitiles. She slowly gripped it, her hand shaking a little and then began massaging it. He let his body limp and closed his eyes. He had not needed to convince her; she was willing herself. 
     When the light turned green, she did not bother moving her hand from him; she simply drove toward the next light. The ethereal lights of the night city shined into the car as it floated down the road. It was a one way street, and surprisingly, there were few cars so they did not worry about being seen. 

	   But if what we are doing was not to be seen, is it not wrong to do? It is forbidden! No! That is just another American blasphemy, one which makes little, if any sense. So what if we are giving each other pleasure, so what if I am almost three times his age? How does this hurt anyone else?  As long as we do it safe, then there is not even pregnancy to worry about. Why is this so wrong?

    "Why is this so wrong?" ahe accidently said aloud.
    "Ruins the teacher/student relationship?"
He laughed again merrily as pleasure filled his body.     If we did not consider this wrong, that would not even be a problem.     "Does not bother me!" He laughed again, realizing how comfortable he had become with this. Mrs. Cessa smiled and continued moving her hand along his penis, but more quickly. Apparently, she had become more comfortable as well.
    "I could not imagined you doing this for me, the first time I saw you in math class, I'll tell you that." She laughed, again shooting the waves of happiness through his body. He sighed in pleasure, his mind floating upward.
    "I cannot say that I imagined it then, either. In fact, I do not remember thinking about any student in this way." A question quickly entered his mind.
    "What do older women like you, you know... divorced... fantasize about, anyway?"
    "Same as younger girls. Those hunk actors!"
    "Really?" he got out between sighs of pleasure-she was moving quicker.
    She laughed again. "No, not really. Well, some. But there are other men that I know that I sometimes think about. How about you?"
    "I am an adolescent! What do you think?! Every woman I have met!"
    She let out a long, not-so-nervous laugh, and then asked, "Even me?"
    "Yes... although not immediately when I met you... I have thought about you in that way... although I never thought I would actually do this."
    "How about Serena, the art teacher?" He had forgotten about Serena. She was an attractive(though not nearly attractive as Mrs. Cessa) 30-some year old who he had indeed thought about.
    "Definitely."
    "Any students?"
    "Almost all the girls, especially the ones with breasts." He said this trying to keep calm and somewhat serious, but then burst into laughter. "Now there is something I cannot imagine ever saying to a teacher." Mrs. Cessa burst into laughter with him hearing this.
    "How about the librarian?"
    "Now you go too far!" She noticed that his penis actually went a little limp in her hand when she had mentioned the dreadfully ugly librarian. 
    "You actually went a bit limp when I asked you that one!" They began to roar with laughter. After a minute of of silence in which they both thought over the conversation they just had, he suddenly noticed that his groin was beginning to tighten up a little. He was almost...
    "Oh, I am getting too close!"
    "That is the idea, is it not?"
    "No..."   How was he supposed to get this one out. She looked at him with curious eyes.   Oh well, what the hell. "I want to....." Her quiet, but sparkling grey-blue eyes looked straight into his own. The secretive smile on her face suggested that she knew what was going to be said.
     "...cum inside you." He could not look at her eyes, he thought he might have gone too far. He noticed that she slowed down and that her hand was barely moving now. They came to a red light.
    "Look at me." He turned his head up a little but not all the way. "Look at me." He forced himself to turn his eyes to hers. She had as close to a sexy look on her face as he had ever seen. It quickly turned serious. "Do you really want to do this? Really?"
    He thought for a moment. Did he really? Did he truly wish to lose his virginity to his mature math teacher? "I could not think of any woman I would rather do this with."
    "Really? You're just saying that because you want to get in my pants."
    "Not just because. If I could choose any person to lose my virginity to, it would be you. I am not kidding around here."
    "But you do not love me. How could you say that?"
    "Oh, but I do. Maybe not like how Romeo loved Juliet or how Leonardo DiCaprio loved(what's her name?) but I really love being with you. I love... your touch and the smell of your perfume and the smoothness of your skin..." Her countenance became calm. A different smile came over her face. Her true smile. He seemed to be breathing her warmth and happiness.
    "I know we cannot be mates or anything but let me tell you something. All my friends who lost their virginity... they... were with sluts or girls that they did not really care about. I care about you a lot, and when I am old and look back on this day, I know I will not regret it." She let go of his penis and they quickly joined each other as one breathing, sweating being. He kissed all over her face and small, gentle lips and down her neck and around the top of her chest. His hands felt her tan, smooth arms and shoulders as her hands on his back held him to her. It seemed as though fate had coerced Mrs. Cessa into wearing the sleeveless blouse which was perfect for such things.
    "Wait a second... I have to park the car somewhere... Heehee... I think the light has changed two of three times since we stopped," she said between sighs.
    "Al... right, Mrs. Cessa."
    "You can call me Kate..."
    " Kate..." They slowly lifted their bodies to their seats, closest hands still grasping one another. She turned her body toward the road, and drove the car anxiously to find a dark corner where the two could moan and sweat in privacy. She found this corner in a downtown shopping mall's quiet, dark basement parking lot.
    "How did we get downtown anyway? Oh... yah... I forgot to tell you where I live. Oops."
    "I just started driving down that small road that runs parellel to State St," she said, chuckling. "After you started looking at me, I kind of forgot what I was doing." After moving to the backseat of her car and she turned on the dome light, they stared at each others' eyes, and that erotic look once again came over her face. She leaned toward him and started unbuttoning his shirt, all the while keeping her eyes on his.
    "I like looking at you... Kate Cessa..." He found himself shirtless, and a moment later, she pulled her tight, dark-green blouse over her head and threw it into the front seat. Her skin was a little lighter under where her shirt had been compared to her face and arms, but still had an apparently natural light-tan color which even covered her breasts. She unclasped the back the bra and gently tugged the shoulder straps down to reveal her small, firm breasts.
    He let took in the this great view of the lovely Mrs. Cessa's breasts. This was not some neighbor he was getting a peek at through his upstairs window, or a quick view of some woman changing at the beach.  She wanted him to see her nude; it was her desire to be with him in such a way. 
    She exposed more of her body to him as she slipped her pance gracefully off her legs. In fact, he realized, this was the first time he saw her legs. She never wore shorter than a very long skirt to school. He did not see why she hid them. Mrs. Cessa's thighs and buttocks were, like her upper arms, pale-tan and covered with a smooth, almost flawless skin and with just the right amount of flesh on them to compare with the rest of her slim body. He almost felt ashamed to show his body next to this beautiful woman as he removed his own jeans and underwear.
    As he finished undressing, she sat on her knees with her panties still on and her hands in her lap. She showed an almost innocent curiosity in him as he finally removed his underwear completely. He sat up finally and looked up to find Mrs. Cessa staring directly into his eyes. Her rapturous smile still filled her face and her eyes kept on him with a sort of lazy vagueness in them, as if she were trying to remember something very distant. As his face moved toward hers, she came from her waking sleep and instinctively turned her head as they engaged in another long kiss, their tongues meeting each other playing like school children. The immense feelings which captivated the two seemed like a drug, keeping their minds drifting.
    He tasted the liquid sweetness in her mouth and continued kissing hard until they moved apart with unspoken mutal consent, still staring at one another gingerly. He again moved toward her face and showered it with hundreds of kisses so that his mouth might be able to recognize her face as a blind man's hands recognized his own. She leaned back against the door of the car in ectasy as he crept forward eventually ending up on her sitting thighs. He moved down her neck and kissed her shoulders and upperchest until he came to her small, surprisingly firm breasts.
    He kissed each nipple, causing her body to ripple and sighs to slip from her mouth. As he then sucked in the entirety of her right aereola while the smallest finger of his right hand traced intricate circles about her opposite breast. He changed to the other aereola, and Mrs. Cessa, with great pleasure, let out the breath she had been holding. When he was done with her right aereola, he moved off of Mrs. Cessa's thighs and his mouth kissed down her firm stomach and finally reached her crotch and thighs.
    Still leaning back agaist the car's door, Mrs. Cessa looked between her breasts, down her stomach to watch him carefully pull her panties down her thighs to her knees which layed on the car seat. He took in the scent of her excited fluids mixed with her perfume and placed his head down on her thighs Her hands lay comfortably on top of his head, massaging it.
   They sat lingering like this for a while until he got up and she slowly lifted her body up and finish pulling her panties down her legs. She then surprised him by placing her finger at the lightly bushy entrance of her vagina and pushed it deep into her own moistness. She removed the glistening finger and held it in front of his mouth, suggesting with her eyes that he taste her; it was almost motherly. It is okay, she seemed to say. This is good for you, it is not poison. He could not help but taste the slightl sweetness of her insides. After sucking Mrs. Cessa's finger clean, he longed to taste the source. She looked into his eyes and must have understood this longing immediately, for she then gently pushed him back against his own door, lie back onto the seat, and spread her legs so that one ran along the back of the seat against his waist and the other hung down into the lower area. Her bright, wet cunt was shown to him in its fullness and he slowly lowered his head down to taste.
    The overwhelming fragrance of her exitement combined with her perfume struck his nostrils almost immediately as his face neared her. He tried to take in as much of the pleasurable odor in as possible and almost started coughing. He laughed in spite of himself and examined his first pussy close up.  Below Mrs. Cessa's  thin, light brown tuft of pubic hair, her outer labia were pulled apart to expose the wet insides and the small nub of her clitoris was exposed. He stuck his tongue down between the lips and gently dragged his tongue up the entire thing and across the nub causing Mrs. Cessa's body to spasm a bit. She started breathing quickly as he tasted her semi-sweet, precious liquids.
   "It... has been... a long time... since anybody has done this... for me..." she got out between the breaths. He pushed his tongue down deeper; her body suddenly tensed, her eyes fluttered open, she straightened her arms back against the light interior, and her slim legs closed on the sides of his head. She released a short shrieking "ah!" and then relaxed her body, closing her eyes, as she flowed freely onto his face and lips. He moved his head up and looked up her smooth belly between her small breasts to see a blissful smile of comfort on her gleaming face. She opened her sleepy eyes and and looked down on him, again motherly.
   "It is your turn," Mrs. Cessa whispered. He pulled himself away from her, licking his lips leisurely. He looked down to see Mrs. Cessa in a laying in a way reminding him an opened orange-peel. She carefully lifted her body up from her contorted position with his help.
   "Lie down on your back," she said with a quiet, amused voice and a knowing smile. He did so, all the while staring into her eyes. The dome-light made the sheen of sweat on her face glisten and her eyes sparkle perpetually like the twinkling stars of the night sky. She positioned herself above him with her knees to either side and looked down, an exulting feeling consuming her. As she lowered her shimmering body onto his penis, a look of concentration entered her countenance and she moaned softly when almost all of him was taken in. Her petite body sat atop her throne with an almost ridiculous majesty, her eyes staring down at the young man's pleasure-struck face. She pushed herself back up until his penis was nearly out completely and then sat back down.
    Suddenly, the image of what was happening struck him in the head. The thought of Mrs. Cessa and he actually... fucking. It drove him insane with lust; he felt compelled to scream at her to go as quickly as possible. With great restraint, however, he managed to convince himself that taking it in slowly would be much more pleasurable. At this moment, he realized why she was taking her time, and he suddenly shared her desire.
    "I wish... I wish this could last forever."
    "I do, too." And she truly did. They had achieved a kind of harmony together. It was similar to when they had first kissed. Their eyes never left each other, their bodies never broke contact, and their heart beats were synchronized. They seemed to have had entered some sort of universe which could not be described literally, mathematically, or even emotionally. It was... pure ecstasy.
    As Mrs. Cessa sped up and the sounds of her buttocks striking his legs became fairly audible, his body tightened and his floating mind entered a thoughtless limbo. Her gentile moans soon became small cries of pleasure and, within a matter of seconds, he exploded violently into her, his entire body spasming so hard that the car rocked. The spasming must have really finished her up too because she made one last shriek, lay down on him and entwined her exhausted body around his as his penis softened and slowly came out of her vagina. Their warm breathes fell on each other's cheeks and their eyes met again. They began kissing each other, enjoying the feeling of the warmness created by the union of their bodies. He felt her breasts on his chest and thin pubic hair on his own. He began to whisper into her ear.
    "This is it, I suppose."
    "You know... this cannot happen again."
    "Yes. But I will always remember." He whispered this without a smile. She lifted her face, her soft hair falling to the sides of his face. 
    "Me... too." A single tear dropped on his face at the realization that this experience would actually end, and that it could never be repeated. "I suppose I must bring you back now, and we will never be like this again." She turned her head to hide her crying eyes, but he could still hear the sniffling of her nose. He could not let this end yet. He could still have one night in with her small, warm body in his arms.
    "...No. It's a Friday. In the morning... I'll just tell them that I spent the night with friends." She turned her head a bit in question. He nodded. And again, she revealed her precious smile, a most contagous sort which spread to his face and sent shivers through his body for the tenth time. After a another kiss, she turned off the domelight, lay her cheek down on his chest and closed her eyes, her nose still quietly sniffling. He placed his hands onto her back, one massaging her shoulders, the other slowly stroking her hair until he closed his eyes and eventually fell asleep himself.