The Teacher

"Besides Doug, Elle and Brett," he said, his eyes glued to her cleavage, "I don't have a whole lot of friends."

"Really?" she asked, genuinely surprised, "But, you seem so easy going. I hear nothing but good stuff about you."

"I'm just picky about who I let get," he paused for a moment, and then continued, "About who I let get close."

Alison thought for a moment. "And you had hoped Abbey would someone who could be even closer."

Brad nodded, his vulnerability like a thick veil of smoke around him, "I've always told myself that I wouldn't sleep with anyone until it was something special, something real. And Abbey, she just felt so right to me."

"I'm so sorry, Brad," she squeezed his shoulder, suddenly not so sure about her plans for him. He was in pain, and he was here unloading to her about what happened to him. Could she really feel good about seducing him if this shadowed it?

"But you know," he said, "It doesn't really matter. Life moves on, right?"

"Yes it does."

"And there will be other women," he said, looking at her with a confident half-smile. Still, she could see an uncertainty in his eyes, a doubt about his worth that made him both tragically sad and yet endearingly sexy.

"It's rare to find a guy who thinks like you do," Alison said, speaking from the heart, "And it's a good way to be. Don't lose that. Gentlemen are a dying breed, Brad."

Alison looked down and saw his crotch had become a mountain in the flat landscape of his jeans, rigid and strong. She marveled at the size of the bulge, and felt a wash of lust soak her and seep into every pore. She wanted to be his friend, but at the same time, she wanted to fuck his brains out.

But he's your student, a voice called from somewhere deep in her mind, and he's only nineteen... it's wrong...

Fuck it, she thought.

"Sometimes," she said, looking at the ceiling for a moment as she shrugged, "It's good to just let out all the frustration."

"That's why I swim and practice boxing," he smiled.

"Yes," she smiled, looking at his powerful arms as she traced a finger over the defined muscles. "I can see that. But sometimes, it's good to just let yourself go for a while and let someone baby you."

"Like how?" he asked so innocently it was almost funny.

Glad you asked, she thought as she leaned forward and kissed him. At first his lips were frozen with shock as she pressed against him. She made every effort to make the kiss as soft and hot as she could, running her tongue out across his lips briefly before she pulled away. She leaned back and saw him, staring at her wide-eyed.

"You kissed me?" he whispered.

"Yes," she nodded, "I did."

"Why?"

Alison looked at him seductively as she started undoing her blouse, taking her time as she slowly released each button. "Because I want to help you feel better, Brad. Because a good looking man like you needs to be treated right. Because maybe we both need a little attention. And because I really, really want to fuck you."

"Really?" he stuttered, reeling from hearing his math teacher say the word "fuck."

"Oh yes, really," she reached the last button, un-tucked her blouse and let it fall from her shoulders. She arched her back a little, pushing her breasts forward as they strained against the red lace of her bra. She motioned her head to his crotch, "Maybe you could use a little one-on-one tutoring for how to use that thing? And then maybe Abbey will think twice about leaving you?"

"Alison, I don't know," he said blankly, his eyes burning holes in the red fabric all the way through to her nipples.

"You've only been with one woman, Brad. Abbey is probably out right now with someone else, not giving you a second thought."

Brad was fixated on her breasts, the hurt that had been radiating off him like fallout from a nuclear bomb had been blown clean away by his youthful lust. "You're probably right," he managed.

"You like my breasts, Brad?" she asked, leaning forward, letting him get a good view of her cleavage. "You can be honest. We are way past the point of being anything but."

"They're beautiful," he said as he looked in her eyes, "Gorgeous."

"Thank you," she smiled as her heart sped up an excited thrum. She wondered if he could see it pounding beneath her chest. "That's very good. Compliments from the heart are what make a woman receptive, more open to your advances. Most women know when they're being lied to, and that's why so many men go home frustrated."

"I meant it."

"Oh, I know you did," she smiled and placed her hand on his crotch, feeling the stony thickness beneath, "It showed in your eyes, your voice and of course, right here."

"I can't believe this is happening," he laughed nervously.

"Believe it," Alison said as she slid her blouse off her slender arms and laid it on the coffee table. She started kissing Brad, up and down his neck and under his jaw, dragging her tongue over his ear lobe and then gently nibbling on it. She said, "And a lot more can happen tonight, too. My only request, and I think you know what it is..."

"It's our secret," Brad said, lost in the sensations of her lips against his skin, the short bursts of heat from her breath making him tingle.

"Well, that goes without saying," she smiled as she licked his lips, "I was going to say that you try to keep your mind open to what I am going to teach you."

"Deal," he kissed her full on the lips, their tongues swirling together as Brad slid his hands over her back, her arms and her neck. She loved the fact that he didn't go directly for her breasts. With each pass on her arms, he moved closer to the swells with a tantalizing methodology. It was clear that he at least knew a little bit of what he was supposed to be doing.

"Do you want me, Brad?" she asked as he began suckling on her neck.

"You know I do."

"Say it," she half-moaned as he found the spot on her neck, just below her ear that was like an overdrive button for her body. She squeezed his shoulders as her hips grinded against him, "Say it and make me believe it."

"I want you so bad, Alison," he breathed into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Words can be very erotic," she said, trying to stay focused as he necked on her, "Words can be an aphrodisiac..."

"Really?"

"Yes," she massaged his cock through his jeans roughly with her left hand as she spoke, "Things like, 'I want to suck your cock'..."

"Or 'I'd love to taste your pussy'..."

"Yes," she said as she undid his fly and pulled his shirt off. She pushed him back a little and took in every defining line of his toned body. The hard curves of his pecs, the small points of his nipples and the dividing ripple of the muscles that composed his abs traveling from just below his pecs through his flat stomach and coming to an end just before his pubic area. Like a virgin forest, dark, wild hair sprouted from the region hidden by his jeans, traveling up and then dispersing near his navel.

"You are so sexy," she said, unable to hide her appreciation of his body. Her nipples went rock hard as she looked him over, her eyes hungrily devouring every inch of him. She took a chip of ice from the glass of water and slowly began tracing around his nipples with it. Brad shuddered and began to move his hands to touch her.

"No," she said, "Sex is also about anticipation, about the build up. Keep your hands down."

Brad smiled and nodded, leaning back and putting his hands over his head, stretching out as she ran the ever-shrinking ice cube across the dips and ridges of his muscular frame. His nipples were as hard as hers as she teased him. She slowly finished unzipping his fly, the metal teeth giving way loudly as she felt the anticipation of seeing his cock building inside her. Brad lifted his hips a little and she slid the jeans down, and then pulled his boxers down.

She ran her finger over the length of his shaft, letting her nails tickle every inch as she went. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and was thrilled to find that she could only barely touch her fingertips together around the circumference. She took the remains of the ice cube and circled each of his large testicles, hanging firm and heavy at the base of his cock. She worked her way up the long shaft and over to the crest of his penis. A cool water trail shined on his swollen, red head, and she would not have been surprised at all if the water had simply boiled and evaporated off him.

Brad was moaning quietly from the back of his throat as she teased him. Alison saw a shiny bead of translucent pre-cum forming at the eye of his head, a hint of what was to follow. She pulled his pants off all the way and he was finally naked, on her couch. She took a moment to memorize him like this, that perfect body, the perfect cock at attention and the look on his handsome face.

"Brad," Alison said quietly as he opened his eyes and looked at her, "Did Abbey ever suck you off?"

"No," he shook his head, "She said she didn't like the taste of cum."

"It's an acquired taste," she said as she unhooked her bra and took it off, freeing her breasts. Brad made no effort to hide his gawking as she massaged them, rolling her nipples in her fingers. She continued, "It's like the taste of a woman's pussy. At first, it's tart and strange, but then as you get used to it, you can find a sweetness to it."

Brad smiled devilishly. "You've tasted another woman?"

"I have," she admitted, "And that's how I know. Like vaginal fluid, cum can either be a wonderful experience, or a horrible one. The taste depends on the person."

Brad listened intently.

"Let's find out what you taste like," she said as she lowered head and grasped his thick shaft with one hand. She slid her other hand up his torso and then moved off the couch with one fluid motion. He marveled at her and watched get on her knees. She tilted the stony cock towards her lips, making sure to keep his eyes locked on hers. She then licked his head, tracing its bulbous, swollen mass around like it were an ice-cream cone. Brad drew a sharp breath as he squirmed a little underneath her, his cock jerking up a little from her tongue. She smiled at him and then took part of his head into her mouth, letting her lips form an indescribable suction over the tip of it. Brad watched as her red lips wetly slid over his entire head, and then enveloped it completely.

Her teeth gently brushed against the sensitive skin, her saliva forming a hot submersion for his throbbing cock as she sucked him in. Throaty moans of approval escaped her, the vibrations of her voice tingling his cock and making him groan. Then she began bobbing up and down, taking in almost three quarters of his shaft before he felt his tip hit the back of her throat. As Alison sucked, she started making circular motions with her head, alternating the intensity of her oral stimulation. She massaged his balls, rubbing them together and gently kneading them as though she were going to milk him.

"You're going to make me cum," he whispered, his hands locked together over his head as he tried to keep up with his rapid breathing. The wet slurping sounds that escaped her mouth each time she bobbed up seemed to echo through the living room.

Alison picked up her speed, letting her tongue drag his cock, wrap around it with each thrust of her head. Then came a moment where his cock went rigid as steel, followed by an explosion of wet, sticky warmth in her mouth. It shot all the way back to her throat. She swallowed immediately, and was rewarded with a sweet salty taste as he unloaded in her mouth. His cock spasmed and jerked as he moaned out loud, the cords in his neck tight and exposed.

He finally finished, and she released him from her mouth.

"You taste great," she smiled and noticed a gob of cum that had oozed out and was dripping down his still erect cock, "Here, take a taste."

Alison licked the gob up on to the tip of her tongue and then slid up to him, her breasts dragging over his body. He met her outstretched tongue and sucked on it, pulling her to him. They kissed frantically as he grinded his cock against her. Her hands couldn't stay in one place as she kissed him, the sweet musky smell of his cum filling their noses and overpowering them. She felt his hands slide into her waistband and began pushing her panties and pants off. She made no effort to stop him as his palms graced the curves of her ass, and once she had worked her pants off, he cupped her cheeks and squeezed them as they kissed.

"Now," she said breathlessly as she got up and sat on the couch beside him, her legs spread wide, "It's time for you to learn how to eat a pussy properly."

"Okay," he agreed enthusiastically.

"It's always good to cum first, before you actually fuck," Alison explained as she spread her pussy open, revealing the intricate petals of her sex, "It takes care of you blowing your wad too early. But most importantly, it allows you to concentrate on your partner..."

Alison pulled her lips open a little further, and Brad was almost hypnotized by the wet, pink folds and smooth line of her pussy. She said, "If you remember that the woman is the most important thing, that her pleasure come first above all, then you'll be okay. Because if you can make a cum with your tongue before you fuck, then you have a better shot of making her cum during."

"Got it," Brad nodded, his hands firmly holding her thighs.

"You know where the clit is?"

"Yes."

"A lot of men think they do, Brad," she smiled as she circled her open vagina with her index finger, "But you'd be surprised."

"I have a pretty good idea."

"Then show me."

Brad lowered his mouth to her dripping wet cunt, and began licking her slowly. Sure enough, his tongue found its way to her hard clit and began flicking it gently.

"Oh god yes, that's it," she gasped loudly, trying to keep her composure. It had been so long since anyone had done that to her, and she dug her nails into the cushion. "That's good Brad..."

And then he began rubbing it with his tongue, back and forth and side to side. She was sweet tasting, a divine nectar as he played with her clit, forsaking the rest of her pussy and going for the kill. She ran her hands through his hair, her mouth an open "O" of pleasure as she rode the rhythm of his tongue, the muscles in her legs quivering and shaking. His strong hands slid over her hips, up her stomach and then over her tits. He kneaded them, massaging them and teasing them as he worked her clit.

Alison didn't know how much time had passed before she came, but she was dimly aware of her own voice, shouting "Yes, Yes, YES!" over and over again as she was swept away. She could hear herself moaning in such rapturous ways she had never experienced before, saying things she had never uttered to that jackass of an ex-husband.

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah," she bit her lip as her body began singing to it's own music, and lost control. Everything inside her jumped as the electricity of the orgasm burned though her, causing explosions in her behind her eyes and a flood of wetness that she felt drench her thighs. She felt as though she might be able to float up into space as she rode the power of the orgasm and let it consume her.

"Yes, fuck yes," she moaned, laughing a little as she came down from the high, bright colors flooding her field of vision.

"Was that good, Alison?" Brad asked, his face wet with her cum.

"Oh my god," she whispered rolling her eyes, "Is that your first time doing that?"

He smiled. "No."

"Did Abbey teach you that?"

"No," he said casually as he stood up, "But you can do a lot of things with people without actually losing your virginity."

"I think you're okay in the oral sex department," she smiled, her pussy still throbbing as blood furious pumped through her body. She looked and saw his cock was thick again, large and ready. "It's time to learn how to fuck," she said ravenously as she pulled him to her.

"I think so too," he said huskily as they embraced and began kissing again. She could taste herself in his mouth, sweet and a compliment to his own cum.

"Missionary is easy, and doggy style is a no-brainer," she said as they kissed, "But don't be afraid to try other things."

Alison laid him out on the couch flat and then straddled him, her back to his face as she braced herself up. Her legs folded beside his hips and she felt his hardness pressing into her. He grasped her hips and gently guided her onto his cock. He slid in with almost no effort and Alison moaned out loud as he stretched her out and filled her almost to the point of a pleasurable pain. His cock throbbed inside her, every centimeter filled and snug as she took him in all the way. She felt as if though she had been impaled.

"Oh shit," she managed, overwhelmed by the feelings shooting from her pussy to every corner of her body. Her nipples were hard like shards of rock, sensitive to even the slightest movement. She began moving up and down on his shaft, each thrust a new and untold experience of pleasure and pain. She could now see why Abbey had been hesitant of his cock, but she was determined to ride it, to master it.

"God your cock is fucking huge," she moaned as she began humping him faster, her hair wet and hanging in damp curls around her face.

"I do what I can," he growled as he held her hips firmly, watching her ass bounce up and down on him. They fucked each other, there on the couch and Brad forgot all about Abbey and every other woman on the planet as Alison, formerly Ms. May the math teacher, rode his cock like a cowgirl with something to prove at a rodeo.

He braced himself against the arm of the couch and was able to slide his hands up to her tits. They bounced as they fucked, moving with each thrust. He grabbed them and held them, feeling the hardness of her nipples poke into his palms. She was almost screaming now as she rode him, her head thrown back and her arms over her head, lost in some kind of ecstasy. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensations he had never experienced with Abbey. By comparison, Abbey didn't stand a chance when put next to Alison. His mind likened it to enjoying a well-aged wine versus some concoction fresh off the vine.

Brad felt the orgasm boiling up again inside him, his testicles sending out the warning as his cock became like unbreakable steel again. "I'm going to cum," he yelled.

"Yes baby," Alison whispered, not caring anymore whether he came inside her or not. The chances of getting pregnant were slim for her, but she didn't care either way. He exploded again, and she smiled at the feeling of his hot cum. Alison grinded and clenched on his cock, every muscle in her pussy straining for purchase on his shaft and desperate not to loose the moment. His head was an undeniable presence inside her as she slowed down her rhythm, feeling it rubbing deep within her interior.

"Yes," she sighed as she dismounted, smiling to herself as she lay on top of him, his semi-erect length still hard against her smooth flesh.

"Just like that?" he asked.

"Just like that," she purred, kissing him softly. "But there's so many other ways too."

"Well," Brad said thoughtfully, "Maybe you can tutor me again tomorrow night?"

"And the night after that?"

"Don't worry about that," Brad said as he caressed her ass, "I have a lot of initiative."

"An eagerness to learn?"

"Yes." He laughed.

"I guess I should get your letter of recommendation..."

"No rush, Alison, no rush."

Alison smiled. For the first time in a long time, she felt something with in her that she had forgotten. She wasn't sure what had triggered it. Maybe it was the soreness in her crotch, or the euphoria that made the soreness all worthwhile. Maybe it was the feeling of having such a hard, young body pressed against her, to be the object of a young man's affection. She thought maybe it might be all of those things and more. But in the end, it all led to the inescapable conclusion that she felt truly and honestly young again.