Driving Miss Mathers

When I was attending college to attain my certification to teach high school, the one basic rule that my instructors said should always be followed was to “Never, ever have intimate physical relationships with your students, even when they turn eighteen years old.” At the time, my classmates and I thought such a notion, although conceivable, resided in the realm of the absurd. After all, who in their right mind would risk a rewarding career for which they worked so hard just because they were so morally bankrupt that they could not keep dressed in front of their students?

Although my instructors in college never explicitly made us perform direct, formal coursework on this topic, there were several tangentially related lesson plans and lectures that emphasized the importance and fragility of the teacher/student relationship. There were lectures on the physiological changes that teenagers undergo and how this influences their behavior. There were lectures on the importance of being a mentor to your students. There were lectures on how to deal with students who may be adults physically, but psychologically are still children who require a dynamic approach to teaching to engage and motivate them. I listened to such lectures haphazardly out of mere formality; in retrospect, perhaps I should have listened to such advice more closely.

I was relieved when I finally became a certified high school teacher. I had been going to college for eight years, and it took its toll on me personally and financially. I seemingly had turned an archaic thirty-five years old; I racked up a staggering forty thousand dollars in educational debt; and I had lost my boyfriend of five years. Although I was an attractive brunette with a fairly nice figure (36D breasts, 5'8”, 130 pounds), I sometimes wondered what my life would have been like had I not pursued my selfish desire to have a career in education.

Luckily, I was able to get a job teaching history in high school almost immediately. Since I had an MA degree in addition to my teaching license, I was able to start at a little higher pay scale than instructors with only BA degrees. During my first year of teaching, I was confronted with pretty much everything I had expected: students who did not turn in their work, students who disrupted class, students who spent more time thinking about sports than their homework, and so on. It was an exhausting year, but I felt that I had done a superlative job at keeping control of the classroom while enabling the students to progress academically. After spring term was over, I looked forward to my part-time job at the school teaching drivers' education. It would allow me time to relax and do something that was easy and a little different, yet still provide me with a regular paycheck.

The drivers' education job was pretty easy and I enjoyed being around students who actually cared to be there. Two students of whom I grew particularly fond were Jason and Ricky. They were mediocre students in my history class during the previous year, but they certainly worked much harder to learn how to drive automobiles that summer. I guess it is just a matter of where kids place their priorities; for these two eighteen-year-old boys, they really, really wanted to be mobile. It was nice to relate to them in the drivers' education program, because it was a less formal environment than the one I fostered in my history class. I was able to learn more about their dreams and aspirations than I ever would have known had I just been their history teacher. Occasionally we would take breaks and go out to lunch before returning to school, and eventually I got them to call me by my first name Jill instead of “Miss Mathers”--at least most of the time.

Jason was an extremely bright kid who just lacked a little focus in the classroom. Maybe it was because the girls in the school were too busy chasing him: he was 6'2”, had blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a lean, muscular frame that must have weighed 185 pounds. Although it would have been inappropriate to say so out loud, I would have needed to have been blind not to notice that the kid was absolutely gorgeous. His friend Ricky was very attractive too. Ricky was black, 5'11”, 170 pounds, and was chiseled as though he had been cut from stone. He worked out incessantly in the weight room so that he could excel as a running back for the high school football team. He was most certainly going to be playing football in college soon, and the scouts were already monitoring his progress.

As the summer went on, I enjoyed their company and friendship, and one fateful morning when they were at the school working out, I even volunteered to help them with learning to drive the old Mustang that Jason was restoring in his spare time.

“Have you ever driven a stick before, Jason?” I asked casually, peering into his young, icy blue eyes.

“Well, only a little, Miss Mathers . . . I mean Jill,” he replied somewhat nervously, with a tinge of embarrassment, “But I'd love to practice with you riding shotgun, so you could give me some tips.”

“Well, okay then,” I added, pausing to think whether or not this was something I wanted to do. “After our regular driving lesson at the school with the student cars, let's swing by your place with Ricky and pick up your Mustang. We'll practice driving the stick shift, if you want.”

Jason beamed brightly at the prospect of getting to drive his “real” car, a '67 Mustang, which was so much nicer than the Japanese import cars that we regularly used in our drivers' education program. “That is awesome, Miss Mathers. I can't wait,” he replied, filled with anticipation.

“Call me Jill, remember? Well, I'll see you two in a few hours,” I concluded, enjoying the enthusiasm that the postures of Ricky and Jason clearly expressed.

That morning, before our regularly scheduled driving lesson, I called my good friend Jenna, who lives next door to my place. She is a pleasantly plump redhead whom I had known since my earliest days in college. Although she is a tad overweight (she is five foot six and 135 pounds), she is the personification of cute. However, like me, she too cannot seem to keep a steady boyfriend. We had known each other for some time, because we were sorority sisters in college.

Together we also shared a rented storage unit. That afternoon Jenna was going to bring a few boxes to my house, because she was eager to get a few things out of it. Since I was going to be out driving with Jason and Ricky, I wanted to let her know that we would have a couple extra helping hands to move things, if needed. I figured that it would be easy to get them to provide me with a return favor for teaching them how to drive a stick. I knew we would be finishing our drive in the Mustang by 4:00 PM, so I let Jenna know that she could come by anytime after that to drop off my boxes.

Later that day, the regularly scheduled driving lesson with Jason and Ricky went well. However, it was clear that they both really wanted to pick up the Mustang and practice driving it instead of the Toyota we had to use in the school's driving program. Once we returned to school, we dropped off the Toyota, piled into my car, and headed to Jason's house to retrieve his Mustang. They were so pumped up about it that it was almost bizarre. Although I made my living teaching history and drivers education to teenagers, I had never closely experienced the sheer ebullience of young men who were obsessed with muscle cars. As a professional woman in my thirties, it was quite charming to be around this vibe, I must admit. In fact, I found it to be downright cute.

Once we arrived at Jason's house, he opened the garage, revealing a rather rough looking '67 Mustang that lacked a paint job and was definitely in need of some tender loving care. Even though the body looked a little rough, there was actually little rust and the wide tires and shiny, chrome wheels looked really nice on it.

“Well, guys, let's get this thing out of the garage and go for a spin,” I said, hoping that the car would drive reasonably well, considering its rough looks. “Jason, I want to see what you already know about driving it, so I'll sit in the passenger's seat and guide you.”

Jason got into the car and fired up the engine, which roared to life. I know very little about mechanics, so I'm not sure what kind of engine he put into that thing, but it definitely sounded strong. When he pulled it out into the driveway, I got into the passenger's seat while Ricky got into the back seat.

“Well, what do you think, Miss Mathers?” asked Ricky from the back seat, as the car warmed up in a deep rumble.

“Guys, again, call me Jill, especially when we are away from the school. I'm not sure if you know this,” I replied, “But most women are not impressed by this stuff. However, this is a pretty nice car, I must admit.”

“You just wait until I get a supercharger for this thing,” Jason added, “This will be one bad ride.”

As much as I found their “talking shop” to be endearing, I felt the need to get our little lesson underway. “Okay Jason, take off the parking brake, step on the clutch with your left foot, and put the stick shift in reverse with your right foot on the brake pedal.” Jason did this pretty well, though I could tell that his inexperience as a driver required him to exert all of his concentration to do this smoothly. Once we were out of the driveway, he put the car into first gear, and let out the clutch clumsily as we lurched forward down the street.

“Try letting out the clutch easily,” I advised, “You should be able to feel precisely when it is engaged or disengaged.” As we continued down the road, Jason shifted the car roughly through the gears. “You don't need to yank on the stick shift, Jason,” I said in a soft tone. “Shift slowly and smoothly. I'll put my hand on top of yours to guide you.”

I put my left hand on top of his right hand to help guide his shifting. His hand was large, muscular, and smooth due to its young age. Almost shamefully, my mind began to wander a little as I held onto his hand. I wondered what it would be like to have his hands embraced around me, or holding my hips firmly. It also didn't help that my students smelled wonderful--both Jason and Ricky wore very nice colognes that made me tingle a little as their scent filled the old car. My pussy, which hadn't had a cock in months, involuntarily began to moisten, which made me feel a little shameful. Here I was, their teacher and almost twice their age, and all my body wanted to do was fuck both of them hard--really, really hard.
We continued to drive around town for the next hour, with me giving Jason tips on how to drive a stick shift proficiently. He did a pretty good job for not having much previous practice. As we were about to wrap up our driving session, I informed both Jason and Ricky that they were going to have to go to my place to help me move a few boxes that my friend Jenna was bringing over.

“Ah, I knew there would be a catch, Miss Mathers . . . I mean Jill,” replied Ricky.

“Don't worry about it, Ricky,” said Jason. “We totally owe Jill for cruising around with us today. Besides, driving to her house will just give me a little more practice.”

As I directed them to my place, our collective demeanors seemed to relax in the late afternoon summer breeze. I no longer really felt like their superior, but rather just a good friend. Their company was such that I felt comfortable and secure in their presence, even though they were only eighteen. When we finally arrived at my place, Jenna was already in the driveway moving the boxes out of her van.

“Hey girlfriend,” yelled Jenna upon seeing me, “How did the driving lesson go?”

“It went just great, I suppose,” I replied. “Jenna, I'd like to introduce you to Jason and Ricky. They were students in my history class last year and now they are in my drivers' education class.”

Jenna looked at the young men closely, her eyes sizing up their tight, masculine frames and boyish looks.

“My God, Jill, these are some really handsome young men you brought over,” said Jenna. “Maybe I can be your teacher assistant when it comes to training these young lads. I'd love to teach them how to drive me with their 'sticks'.”

“Oh, get your damn mind out of the gutter; they are only eighteen,” I replied with a giggle, before turning to Jason and Ricky. “Don't mind Jenna, guys. It has been a long, long time since she has had any 'action,' if you know what I mean.”
Jason and Ricky both stood there silently, as if embarrassed by Jenna's bold innuendo. Though they may have been a little shy, I knew they weren't offended, since pretty much every eighteen year-old mind is fixated exclusively on sex. Really, they were at the age when they probably enjoyed a good sexual innuendo, particularly if it came from an attractive older woman.

“Okay, Jenna and Jill, where should we move these boxes?” inquired Ricky, who bent over and effortlessly picked up a box in his black, muscular hands.

“Well, you can put most of them in the garage on the shelves toward the back, but the ones that are sealed with blue tape need to go inside the house in the bedroom,” I replied.

Ricky and Jason proceeded to quickly grab the boxes and take them to their destinations. This allowed Jenna and I to sit back and take a little break while we watched them work. After a few minutes of working in the hot afternoon sun, beads of sweat began to form on the brows of Jason and Ricky, both of whom kept working efficiently. I could tell that Jenna, who always enjoyed looking at attractive black men, really fixated on Ricky in particular.

“Look at the sweat dripping off Ricky's arms and brow--my God that boy is fine,” Jenna whispered to me. “I know you are their teacher, so you have to behave around them, but damn I don't know how you refrain from tearing off their pants and fucking them senseless. They are really nice, young, hard-bodied boys.”

“Umm, Jenna, it is called 'responsibility,'“ I replied. “Although I must admit that it is sometimes hard to be around them without having improper thoughts. They are just straddling that fine line between being kids and adults--and more like adults physically. So it is just natural to have conflicting feelings about them, I guess.”

Jenna and I watched them work for about another twenty minutes, while we enjoyed a couple nice cold microbrews. Our blue-eyed, blond-haired Jason was sweating rather profusely by that time, his face turning a flushed red from the heat. Jenna and I decided that we should probably go in and offer them something cold to drink.

“What would you guys like to drink? I think we have 7-UP and Mountain Dew,” asked Jenna.

“I think I'd rather have one of those microbrews, Jenna,” replied Jason nonchalantly. “I think you kinda owe us one, since we had no idea that our driving lesson would end up as a lesson in moving storage boxes.”

“Shit, guys, you know the law. You're eighteen, so we're not giving you any alcohol. I can't even believe you had the nerve to ask,” I said.

I was surprised that Jenna, who was by now a little tipsy, sided with Jason on this one. “Come on, Jill, let's give the boys a couple beers. They can drink them inside the house. It will be okay. We can drive them home in a little bit.”
I thought about it deeply and, knowing that I was clearly outvoted, I decided to acquiesce. “Okay, you can have a couple beers each, guys, but you are going to drink them in the house and you will wait at least an hour before we take you home. I don't want your parents to know that you were drinking.”

“Cool, thanks Jill!” said Ricky enthusiastically, as we headed inside the house.

Once inside the living room, we gave the boys a couple beers each and began talking pretty much about everything, from Jason's Mustang to their future career plans. As time passed, we realized that our alcohol consumption was increasing, though we were having such a good time that we didn't really want to slow down. Jason and Ricky were only supposed to have a couple beers each, but after about an hour they were already working on their fourth beer. Jenna and I were keeping pace with them, knowing that we should slow down a little bit, but we were having too much fun at our impromptu party to do anything about it.

“Jill, do you have an extra shirt that I could borrow?” Ricky asked me out of the blue, as we sat there drinking our microbrews. “I've sweated through mine when I was moving those boxes, and I'm feeling kind of nasty.”

“Sure, just go down the hall into the bedroom and pick one out. Jenna will show you where they are,” I said.

I was surprised to see Jenna, as she got up off the couch, take Ricky by the hand as she led him to the closet in the bedroom. I could tell that Jason too was a little taken aback by the sight of her intimate gesture. When they reached the end of the hallway and turned into the room, Jason and I could still see them in the reflection of the mirror that was on the open door to the bedroom. What happened next was a little shocking, to say the least.

As Jenna handed Ricky a new shirt, he peeled off the shirt he was wearing, revealing his black, muscular chest and back. His biceps and triceps did not have an ounce of fat on them, and his abdominal muscles were stunning. Jenna turned him so his back was facing her and slowly began to rub the cold beer bottle along his back, causing his muscles to quiver. They did not say a word to each other. For another minute or two, Jenna rubbed the bottle along his back with her left hand while she rubbed the muscles on his side with her right hand. Then, to the amazement of Jason and I who were watching in the refection of the mirror on the door, Jenna reached down under her skirt, slid her panties down, and stepped out of them gracefully while Ricky was still facing away from her. Jenna then hiked up her skirt, and moved the beer bottle between her upper thighs, methodically raising the bottle's neck so that it barely parted her swollen pussy lips. She insterted it further, and began using her left hand to fuck herself with the bottle slowly while she used her right hand to rub Ricky's back.

Ricky obviously knew what she was doing behind him, but like a polite young man, he did not turn around until he was told. As Jenna fucked herself with the bottle and caressed Ricky's back, she whispered things into his ear that clearly intensified his state of sexual tension. After fucking the bottle for a minute or two, Jenna took it out of her hot pussy and reached around to Ricky and let him take a nice, long swig from the beer. He clearly savored not only the fruity microbrew, but also the taste of Jenna's pussy on the shaft of the bottle. Ricky licked and sucked the bottle for all it was worth, emptying its contents completely within seconds.

Jason and I decided to move closer to watch what was transpiring in the bedroom between Jenna and Ricky. From the hallway, we watched in the mirror as Jenna turned Ricky around, dropped to her knees, and slowly began to unbutton his jeans. Ricky's ass and legs were that of a bodybuilder's. They were so well defined and muscular. Jenna then shimmied down his dark purple boxer shorts, which exposed his beautiful, semi-erect, thick black cock that looked heavenly on his incredible frame. Even semi-erect, it was at least eight inches long.

My mind was totally spinning. I was Ricky's teacher. He was in my house. He was eighteen years old. His cock was dangling in my clear view. I was not supposed to be seeing this. I had already screwed up by giving him and Jason beer, and now my friend Jenna was in my very own bedroom undressing him. Oh shit, I thought, feeling panicked that someone would find out and that my career would be in jeopardy. We were also doing this to minors, so I began to be enveloped by the fear that I was going to end up in prison. Although the Apollonian side of me wanted everything to stop and return to order, my Dionysian side wanted to encourage the hedonism that was quickly transpiring in my bedroom. Shit, being so fucking bad was feeling way, way too good.

Jason and I watched in the mirror as Jenna held Ricky's balls in her left hand and started to stroke his thick, black cock to life with her right hand. Oh God, it was such a nice sight to see his young cock expand to its full size. I had never seen a black man's cock in person before, and Ricky's cock, once fully erect, was probably a good eleven inches. I started to feel a little squishy in my pussy just at the sight of his long, gorgeous, young black meat. Oh fuck, it looked so hard and tasty.
As I watched Jenna take Ricky's long cock into her mouth, Jason put his arm around me and began to kiss me with the grace of a hummingbird along my neck and ears, stopping occasionally to suck my ear lobes gently. My breaths became rapid and deeper; my pussy became wetter and hotter; my sense of morality became more ambiguous and less significant. My panties became increasingly more soaked with my pussy juice with each kiss I received from Jason, and I knew that there was nothing for me to do but take him completely.

Oh no, I suddenly thought. I'm going to end up fucking these boys this afternoon.

I turned to Jason and planted a deep, French kiss onto his soft, luscious lips. For a young man of eighteen, he responded beautifully, circling his tongue around mine as we probed each other's mouths. For such a young man, he was an excellent kisser. We embraced in the hallway, and he gradually began to unbutton my blouse and fondle my breasts through my bra as we kissed passionately. Having those icy blue eyes peering into mine, signifying that he wanted me completely, was everything that I could have asked of the moment. I quickly took off my blouse, which left me clad only by my bra, my black mini-skirt, and my white stockings. As I partially disrobed, Jason did likewise, taking off his shirt and pants, which left him in his socks and underwear. He too was muscular and tight, though not to the extent that Ricky was. But Jason was an Adonis with his blond hair, fair skin, and those gorgeous eyes--oh, those damn gorgeous eyes!

I couldn't stand it anymore. Even though the action between Jenna and Ricky was undoubtedly escalating in the bedroom, I had to take Jason in there too. It was going to be a little too uncomfortable exploring Jason's teenage body out in the hallway, so I guided him into the bedroom. Jenna and Ricky paused for a moment to look over at us as we arrived (they did not know we had been watching them in the mirror), and both of them nodded their heads quietly in approval. By then Jenna had taken her skirt off and was only wearing her snowy white bra. She was still on her knees on the floor, and within seconds she again placed her full, dark red lips on Ricky's dark black shaft and resumed taking it deeply down her throat. From our viewpoint we could clearly enjoy the sight of her bent over on her knees, with the folds of her pussy exposed invitingly, as they were slightly parted and clearly primed for a nice recipe of cock. She was hot, feminine and beautiful. The contrast between her red hair, fair white skin, and Ricky's black, muscular body was incredible. Jason and I lay on the bed for a few minutes, stroking each other softly through our remaining clothes, watching Jenna suck Ricky's young cock for all it was worth.

“Oh, yeah, baby, suck that snake,” Ricky urged, his hips thrusting towards Jenna smoothly, feeding her warm mouth a good eight inches of his eleven inch cock. “Oh, you suck it so good, baby, I'm gonna give you some cum,” he continued.
“Oh, Ricky, give it to me, I want it everywhere, you young fucking stud,” Jenna demanded, as her right hand stroked his shaft rapidly and her mouth resumed engulfing his long, thick rod.

Ricky let out a few deep breaths, arched his head back, and started to moan loudly as Jenna picked up the pace with which she sucked and stroked his gorgeous dark meat. She totally worked him and it was obvious that she was taking him over the edge, because he soon began shouting “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” in quick succession as every muscle in his ass and legs tensed like a tightly wound rope. The veins in his legs, arms, chest, and cock rose to the surface and, like a cataclysmic explosion, his cock began to shoot gobs and gobs of warm cum in Jenna's mouth, on her face, in her hair, on her breasts, on the floor--everywhere. Ricky screamed wildly and uncontrollably. Jenna jerked him hard while she kept her mouth open to catch whatever cum she could from his spasmodic cock. Cum cascaded down her white body like a slow waterfall. Covered in cum, she shimmered like the sunset.

Although Ricky never earned better than a B- in my history class, his performance with Jenna was clearly an A+.

It was really, really nice to watch, and within seconds of the climactic finale I started to pull down my stockings and take off my skirt. Upon doing so, Jason seemed completely mesmerized by the sight of my pussy. I wasn't sure whether he was amazed because he had never experienced a woman's pussy before, or if he was just having a difficult time coming to grips with the fact that he was probably going to fuck his high school history teacher soon. (I never asked if he was a virgin.) In either case, I knew that it was time to teach him a lesson in the fine arts of femininity.

“Jason, I want to you lick my pussy,” I whispered to him in his ear.

Jason paused, and looked a little nervous before replying, “I'm not sure if I can do it well. I've never done it before.”

I motioned over to Jenna, who was watching us from a few feet away. Ricky was sitting in the corner of the room, recovering from his orgasm. “Come here Jenna,” I asked, “We need to give Jason a little lesson.”

Jenna walked over to me and I reached out and held her hand. In my other hand, I reached and grasped one of Jason's hands. All three of us were linked.

“Jenna, I want you to show Jason how to lick my pussy. He's new at this activity, but that's okay. He will be an expert by the time we're done,” I said.

“Okay, school is in session!” replied Jenna, as she started to move down near my hot, aching pussy.

Once Jenna's head was in between my thighs, she started to kiss my inner thighs and carefully run her tongue up towards the mound of my pussy, which really made me hotter. I was literally dripping.

“Okay, Jason. See how she is running her tongue along there? That is a really nice technique,” I said, huffing in excitement. “Remember that, now.”

Jenna proceeded to tongue the very outside of my pussy lips, delicately parting them with her tongue, yet not sticking her tongue deeply inside me. Instead, she moved up a little higher and softly began to tongue my clit. I was so aroused that I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Oh, God, that feels good,” I said in a deep exhale. “Jenna, show Jason where the clitoris is and how to tongue it.”
Jenna grabbed Jason's hand, pulled him down, and together they lowered their faces to my steaming pussy. From a couple inches away, he watched Jenna tongue my clitoris and then took his turn trying to mimic her motions on my clit.
“Not so hard,” I advised him, as he took my sex bud into his willing mouth. “Just run your tongue around it, sweetie, nice and soft. Yeah, that's it,” I moaned once I realized he was getting the hang of it. “You're a quick learner, honey, yes you are. That's a 'B', so let's work a little harder and see if you can get teacher to give you an 'A'.”

At that point, Jenna pulled away slightly and let Jason take over. He took off his underwear and swung around on top of me in a 69 position. As I took his rock hard cock into my mouth, he went down on me voraciously, licking my pussy deeply while demonstrating the utmost care in working my clit. It felt so heavenly that I raised my legs up and nearly wrapped them around his head, so he could lick and probe every millimeter of my hot snatch. He was definitely a quick learner. Although I could feel myself getting closer toward orgasm, I was shocked by how aroused Jason was. Probably because he was so young, he was ready to cum after only about a minute or two from the time I started sucking him. Soon I could hear him moan and feel his cock expanding in my mouth.

“Ahhh, oooooh, ohhhhh,” he moaned, as he suddenly shot his cum into my mouth, stream after hot, milky stream.
I almost choked on the first load, because it went deeply and unexpectedly down my throat, but I was able to position his stiff, young cock a little more toward the front of my mouth to receive the remainder of his cum shots without swallowing them. My kinky friend Jenna knew I had a mouthful of cum, so she came around the side of the bed to get her share of Jason's hot load. Leaning down towards me, I transferred Jason's warm spunk into her mouth so she could enjoy his salty treat too. She was almost able to get all of it in her mouth, but a few drops ended up dribbling down her chin. Holding most of it firmly in her mouth, Jenna then came around between my legs, bent down toward my pussy and, spreading it open with her hands, let the cum run directly from her mouth into my hot pussy. She then kneaded my pussy with her fingers to make sure Jason's load was in there nice and deep. Her action was as sleazy as it was incredibly erotic. The sight of it made everyone hotter, especially me.

“Oh, what are you doing, girl?” I giggled as she worked Jason's cum into my pussy. She then started to give me a deep tongue lashing as she began to eat Jason's cum right back out of my hot pussy. “Oh God, don't stop, girl, don't stop,” I urged her as she took over Jason's duties. (Jason was in recovery mode after coming. I was Jenna's task now. Besides, Jason probably didn't want to taste his own cum load, so it was good they switched duties.)

As I lay on my back on the bed, with Jenna on her knees between my legs skillfully trying to finish me off, Ricky, stroking his dick, was once again rock hard and walked up behind Jenna. She had no idea he was creeping up behind her, but it became completely apparent to her once he knelt down and started to use his right hand to fondle her sweet pussy between her legs. Jenna emitted a few soft moans as Ricky's young hands parted and rubbed her pussy, urging her nectar to flow fluidly as he prepped her for his cock. Occasionally he would put his fingers in his mouth to get them nice and wet, and then transfer the moisture to her by stroking his fingers in a circular pattern on her clit. While Ricky played with her pussy and kept stroking his cock to keep it hard, Jenna did not miss a beat when it came to sucking my clit and pussy. The girl was amazing and within seconds I felt a tingling sensation in my legs and my body began to tighten and contract.

“Oh, Jen, oh Jen, I'm going to cum,” I huffed wildly, as orgasms claimed my body. My upper body flushed crimson red, my calves tightened, and I held Jenna's head forcefully down against my quivering snatch as wave after wave of orgasms racked my body. “Oh God, lick my pussy. Take it! Take it!” I screamed, barely able to breathe.

The sight of me, his high school history teacher, having an Earth shattering orgasm was a little too much for Ricky. Before the waves of my orgasms fully subsided, he put the bulbous mushroom head of his long, thick, black cock right up against the outside of Jenna's cunt and slowly eased it in. Although I could not see it from where I was sitting, it would have been hot to have seen the black, bulbous head of his penis part her beautiful, anxious pink pussy. Jenna, her face still buried in my lap, let out a long, deep moan as she reached down underneath between her legs and touched the stiff rod that was invading her blazing pussy. She grabbed his shaft from underneath and assisted him with guiding the nearly foot long cock deep inside her. Inch by inch, Ricky slowly fed her pussy his long, thick rod, causing Jenna's eyes to become as wide as saucers once her pussy was fully stuffed with his cock. She was completely filled and clearly loved the feeling.
“Your cock is so fucking good, boy” Jenna cooed, her hips thrusting back onto Ricky's long cock as he fucked her with increasing rapidity. “Drive your cock into my pussy--this is the driving lesson you need today, honey.”

I watched Ricky fuck Jenna doggy style for a minute or two, before getting onto the floor and turning around underneath Jenna, so I could lick her clit while Ricky rammed her pussy. They were both gorgeous as they fucked--I could hardly believe it. Ricky's dark, muscular frame; Jenna's soft, white feminine body; the sweat dripping from their chests and brows; Jenna's pussy taking Ricky's cock effortlessly; her breasts swinging in perfect time to the motion of their fucking; it was all so beautiful. I had never seen a couple fuck from close up before, so I was relishing every second of their carnal union. Once I was positioned underneath Jenna, I lifted my head up and gently flicked my tongue across her clit as she was getting fucked. This pretty much drove her crazy, as was evident by her loud moans. Then I took her clit into my mouth and started to suck on it, humming gently, creating the effect of a vibrator. This took her over the edge.
“Ahhhh, ahhhh, fucking God, I'm coming, I'm coming, ooooh Fuck!” she yelled, turning bright red, as I continued to hum on her clit while Ricky began to ram her pussy even harder. “Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh cum in my pussy, Oh God!”

From underneath her, I could see the muscles in Jenna's legs and abdomen tighten from the shuddering orgasm she was experiencing. Her pussy gripped onto Ricky's long cock tightly and it tried to milk it of its precious, creamy seed. Ricky's cock was so strongly gripped by her quivering, orgasmic pussy that he could no longer hold back. He let out a deep, animalistic moan and I could tell that he was on the verge of coming. From just two inches away from Jenna's pulsating pussy and Ricky's pulsating cock, I watched him ram her pussy several times, and by about the fifth stroke I noticed his cum coating his shaft, whipping into a foamy lather on his gorgeous black rod. I knew at that point that he had filled her with his cream. He continued to drill her pussy like a pneumatic machine, driving his cum deeply inside of her. Drops of his young, warm seed slowly dripped off his shaft and out of Jenna's pussy, which could no longer accommodate the huge loads of cum and the entire eleven inches of cock with which he filled her.

Because I was underneath Jenna, most of the cum that dripped out of her fell onto my face. I didn't really mind, because the close-up view I was getting was spectacular. Ricky kept pumping Jenna's pussy until his cock began to go limp. Eventually he pulled out of her with a “pop” and a flood of his seed ran out of her steaming, well-worked pussy and down onto my face. At that point, I took my hands, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her pussy down to my face. I delicately licked her pussy as the thick gobs of Ricky's seed poured out of her hot box. Ricky's cum tasted so good. As I lay on my back and savored the mixture of Ricky's cum and Jenna's pussy, I felt a pair of strong hands suddenly grab me by my hips and scoot me forward on the floor a couple feet. I had Jenna raise her cum drenched pussy off my mouth for just a moment so I could look up. It was Jason, with his gorgeous, young, eight-inch cock in his hand, ready to undergo another lesson with me, his teacher.

Jason's eighteen-year-old nude body was sublime. It was so young, so hard, and so ready for fucking. What a gorgeous specimen of nature. I could not believe that I was going to get to fuck his young cock. For some reason, when I sucked his cock a few minutes earlier, I didn't really feel as though my interaction with him was too incredibly taboo, even though intellectually I knew otherwise. I knew by fucking him that I was engaging in the ultimate violation of the teacher/student relationship. However, I wanted his young cock so badly that I didn't care. He stroked his cock a few times, even though it was already as hard as steel, and gradually moved between my legs. My nerves centers went wild in anticipation once I felt the tip of his cock pressing on the outside of my drenched, waiting, and willing pussy.

“Let's see how you drive your stick, Jason,” I encouraged, as I reached down and guided the tip of his cock into my pussy. “Ooooh, that feels good, Jason . . . yeah, that's it, drive your teacher just like that . . . yeesssss . . .,” I moaned, with my eyes closed, as Jason fucked me deeper and deeper, harder and harder. His cock was a perfect fit for my pussy. My God, I thought, if only every girl could have a dildo made to the specifications of his cock, the world would be a much better place.

As Jason was between my legs fucking me, Jenna was still straddling my head, her pussy still just inches from my mouth. She had lifted off of me slightly while she recovered from her orgasm, which allowed me to get into position to fuck Jason. After a minute or two she again lowered her pussy onto my mouth and started rocking back and forth across my tongue. I could tell that she wasn't really in any hurry to cum, but rather just wanted the nice feeling of having her well-worked pussy lightly tongued. She also seemed to enjoy the sight of Jason's cock entering my pussy, because she did a wonderful job of encouraging him.

“Oh, baby, I bet you always wanted to fuck the teacher, didn't you, Jason?” said Jenna playfully as Jason fucked me hard. “Don't give Miss Mathers an apple, honey; bust those young little nuts of yours and give her some cum, baby. Oh yeah, give the teacher a driving lesson of your own, baby, fuck her gooooooood,” urged Jenna, who was enjoying the show. “Oh, that's the way she likes her pussy worked, yeah, baby.”

There was some small part of my mind that wanted to tell Jenna that I like to go by “Jill,” not “Miss Mathers,” in front of the guys, but I realized that everything was quickly spiraling into the realm of the irrelevant absurd. Here I was getting my pussy beautifully pounded by one of my gorgeous eighteen-year-old students, while being on the verge of pure orgasmic delirium. I couldn't really say anything, in fact. I just reached out, grabbed Jason's hips, and kept accepting his perfect cock lovingly into my willing pussy.

“Oh, oh, oh,” said Jason suddenly, as his cock began to expand rapidly after only a few strokes, “Oh, I don't want to cum yet . . . I've got to slow down or I'll cum.” Jason's cock was so extremely close to fully coming that when he pulled out, a few small streams of cum actually ran from the tip of his cock and onto my pussy. I rubbed the few drops of his cum onto my clit as he took a little rest to “cool down.”

“Take a few seconds to relax, Jason, if you don't want to cum just yet,” I said. I could tell that Jason was so excited that he wasn't going to be able to be in my pussy for long without coming. That's okay, I thought. When you're eighteen and haven't had much, if any, experience fucking, just the feel of putting your cock into a pussy has got to be enough to make you want to cum almost immediately. After being out of me for a few seconds, Jason again put his cock into my pussy and started fucking me very, very slowly.

“Oh, your pussy feels too good, Jill,” said Jason, obviously on the verge of coming with every stroke, even though he was pushing in and out of me slowly. “I can't go much longer without coming. I'm sorry,” he huffed apologetically.

I started to empathize with him. As he slowly pushed in and out of me, I could feel his cock rising and expanding repeatedly--he was completely on the brink. Although I'm sure he would have preferred to have fucked me until we both came together, it was torture to watch him trying to keep his red-hot pistol from shooting. I needed to put him at ease, so he could just enjoy the moment.

I moved Jenna's torso off of me and sat up, pulling Jason closely to me. “You can just go ahead and cum whenever you're ready, Jason. Don't worry about making me cum. Just enjoy my pussy, honey,” I told him. I just wanted him to enjoy the experience without feeling like he needed to fuck like an expert. He was only eighteen, after all, and I was the one probably “deflowering” him for the first time.

The expression on his face immediately became more relaxed. I again laid back and spread my legs for him, and he put his cock up against my pussy, pushing it in slowly. He pumped me with a much more even rhythm this time; his eyes were partially closed and his body clearly expressed the tension of pleasure. After fucking me in a steady, even rhythm for about a minute, he started to thrust his hips into me wildly. I felt his cock swell to an unbelievable size that stretched my pussy like it had seldom experienced--my God it felt good! I began to rub my clit quickly as his body tensed and the expression on his young face began to look pained. He was going to have a huge orgasm.

“Ooooooh, Ooooooh!” Jason screamed, arching his back, as his cock blasted his cum into my pussy with the force of a wide-open fire hose. My eyes nearly came out of their sockets as he rammed into me like a well-hung, wild animal. I was totally getting ravaged and loving every minute of it.

By that time, Ricky was standing behind Jason and, to my surprise, his cock was once again hard. When Jason pulled out, it was clear that Ricky was going to take his place. Since I had not cum with Jason, I was more than willing to play with Ricky.

“Oh, Jill, look at your sweet little hot pussy,” said Ricky, stepping between my legs, watching Jason's cum stream from my pussy and down the crack of my ass. “I'm going to finish you off, honey,” he said, as he gently started to ease his mammoth black dick into my sopping white, cream-filled pussy.

Ricky's cock was incredible. It was a little larger than I prefer, but it was a really nice width and I knew it was going to get me off with little difficulty. I had never fucked a black man before, so just seeing his dark, chiseled frame and strong hands hold onto my delicate, white, feminine hips was a lot more of a turn-on than I could have ever anticipated. His black cock going into my creamy, white pussy felt and looked heavenly.

“Oh, come on, Ricky, give me that fucking cock, oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I urged, rubbing my clit, as he rammed into me quickly and deeply. “Give me your hot cum, Ricky.”

He fucked me long and expertly. For a good seven minutes we fucked at a furious pace. I rubbed my clit in a short, circular motion as he gave me the entirety of his long, thick, black eleven inches of steely cock. Sweat dripped profusely from his brow onto my bare breasts as he pumped me like a wild stallion. I could not believe that a eighteen-year-old had the control to fuck so well. Damn, he worked me completely. After awhile, he held up my legs a little higher so he could get even more leverage with his strokes that dipped deeply into my pussy. It wasn't long thereafter that I could feel myself starting to cum.

“Ricky, oh shit, I'm coming, I'm coming” I huffed, becoming extremely flushed as my orgasm racked my body. “Cum with me, Ricky, oh, baby, cum with me.”

Upon my urging, Ricky increased the speed with which he fucked me. His whole body was completely coated with sweat, and the entire room smelled like cum and pussy juice. Jenna and Jason watched us from just a few feet away, enjoying the show. As my own orgasm started to subside, I so badly wanted Ricky to cum, because his deep, strong strokes into my pussy were now actually starting to be a little painful. Happily, it was only a matter of a few seconds before his body tensed and his cock expanded to an incredible size.

“Here it comes, Jill, here it comes . . . Ahhhh . . . Ahhhhhh!” he yelled as he exploded into my exhausted pussy. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,” he repeated again and again, his cock contracting and expanding, delivering load after load of hot seed into my spent pussy.

Before he was even done coming, he collapsed on top of me. We held each other, covered in each other's sweat, without saying a word. His cock was still wedged inside my pussy, leaking its salty cum deeply inside of me, mixing with that of Jason's. We were both totally finished sexually. My pussy was aching and tired, and his cock was totally limp. We were done. Our heads were spinning. For several minutes, I just laid there as a highly educated, cream-filled slut. Although almost immediately I felt massive shame for fucking two of my teenage students, I had never felt so satisfied. Ever.

***

After we returned to our senses, Jenna and I knew that we had to get the boys home. It was getting late. We took Ricky home, drove the Mustang back to Jason's house, and I was able to pick up my car from there and return with Jenna to my place. Although our activities that day probably made the boys tardy for dinner, they agreed to tell their parents that they were just working out at the gym after the driving lesson. Well, they were working out, I suppose, but Jenna and I were lucky enough to be their exercise equipment. While I'm not sure if we will ever have another “driving lesson” like the one we had on that day, we were a little intrigued the next day when Ricky invited Jenna and I to the student Halloween party that was going to take place at the beach in a few months. Most parties of that nature need responsible teachers/chaperones to make sure the students don't get out of hand, right? Hmmm, I think I might go . . .