It was my high school reunion and I met up with some of my old classmates including a few girls I liked. Already three of them gave me their numbers once they remembered me and realized how much I changed since they last saw me. But the one girl I was crazy about was a woman. My math teacher, Mrs. Potter. Back then I had a crush on her. She was in her mid thirties with her blond hair tied in a bun and wore glasses. At that time I thought she was a Goddess. One day I bought her flowers and candy but I never told her it was from me. It was my secret crush and I wasn't going to tell a soul. If Mr. Potter found out he'd probably tear me a new one. He was a lucky man. When it was time to meet my old teacher I saw how matured and hot she was. Now in her mid fifties and still with blond hair she hadn't aged a bit. It was about to become an interesting evening. "Hello, Mrs Potter", I said. Right away she didn't recognize me but I told her who I was and suddenly memories of the past were coming her way. "Mr. Maxwell", she said, "nice to see you again. How you've grown and you've turned into a very handsome man I might add." "Thank you. And you are more beautiful than ever." We spoke for awhile talking about what we did after graduation. We could have spoke for hours but one of the girls wanted to dance with me and I didn't want to be rude. As the night wore on I asked Mrs. Potter to dance with me. She was hesistant at first and it took a little convincing. "Come on, teach", I said, "school is out. What do you have to lose?" Finally she took my hand and we danced to a slow tune. We spoke some more and that's when I told her about my secret crush on her and telling her it was me who put the flowers and candy on her desk that day. "That was you?", she said. "And all that time I thought it was the janitor." "Who? Hank? That crazy old man? The man was creepy even I had nightmares about him." She smiled at that one. "How come you didn't tell me?" "Mrs. Potter, I was f******n back then. I wasn't going to let anyone know about my crush on you. k**ding? Everybody would be laughing at me and poke fun at me. And Mr. Potter would've put my ass in a sling. Excuse my language." "It's fine. But I have news for you. I'm divorced." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "Don't be. It was a long time ago. I do have a secret I want to share with you." "Okay, I'm all ears." She whispered in my ear and told me something I never expected to hear especially from her own lips. "I'm not wearing any panties." After that there was no turning back. "And my name is Linda." We rushed right over to her place and wasted no time tearing each other's clothes off. My tie and blazer were on the carpeted floor. Linda ripped my shirt open sending the buttons flying in every direction. She sucked and licked my chest hard. I moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders and began sucking the life out of her tities. I carried her and planted her on the kitchen counter. She took off one of her high heels, throwing it across the room. I grabbed the other one and tossed it aside and began licking her smooth shaven legs. I got down on my knees and lifted up her dress, discovering she wasn't k**ding about not wearing any underwear. Quickly I licked and sucked that juicy pussy with no trace of hair on it. It was so perfect. "Oooooooh!", she screamed, "oooooooh, shiiiiiit! Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Oh, yes. Oh, shit. Hmmmmmmmmm. Oh, that's so good. Hmmmmmmmm, that's so fucking good. Lick that pussy good. Oh, lick it good. Hmmmmmmm. Ooooooooh! Shit! Shit! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Haaaaaaaa! Haaaaaaaa! Oh, shit! Oh, that feels so fucking good. Right there. Oh, yes. That's the spot. Oh, baby." We locked lips once more with her tongue practically down my throat. She was hungry. She was starving. This was not the same Mrs. Potter I once knew all those years ago. "I want your cock", she said, "I want it now." "You want it?", I said. "Give it to me baby." She held on to me when I carried her to the bedroom with her legs wrapped tight around my waist and her heels digging into my back. Once on the bed she unbuttoned my pants and quickly grabbed my hard cock and sucked on it. She did it real nice like she was a pro. She was so good at it I didn't want her to stop. Soon we were both completely naked and I planted my cock into her pussy which she'd been begging to have inside her. Once the fucking started she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Oh, yes. Hmmmmmmmm. Oh, shit. Hard cock so good in my pussy. Love that young cock inside me. Fuck me with that young cock. Oh, you fuck it. Aaaaaaaaah! Ooooooooh! Shit! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, yes. Fuck me like a whore. Fucking fuck meeeeeeeeee! Young dick is so hard. Fucking hard. Keep that young dick inside me. Fuck! Fuck!" I turned her over and started fucking her ass. She kept on moaning and screaming letting me know she was loving every minute of it. I grabbed hold of her titties and sucked on her neck. For a woman in her mid fifties she had a great body. Guess she worked out a lot and it shows. "Fuck me", she contined, "oooooooo, that dick is so hard. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck! Keep fucking my ass! Love being fucked in the ass. Oh, shit. Fuck! Aaaaaaaaah! Oooooooh! Oh, baby. Baby. Baby. Baby. Oooooooo. Yeeeeeeeesssss." She was on her back again and I sucked on her juicy lips all the way down to her titties. I was right back to that pussy of hers and continued my tongue assault. She screamed so much she was nearly out of breath and she giggled with delight. She was laughing like a raving lunatic but I put a stop to that once I hit that G-spot. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Aaaaaaaaaah. Shit! Fuck! Ooooooooo! Suck that pussy. Suck my pussy. Hmmmmmmmmm. Don't stop sucking it. Hmmmmmmmm. Aaaaaaaah! Fuuuuck!" My cock went back inside her pussy. Her nails dug into my ass like she was hanging on to life. The thrust and penetration was what she loved the most. She didn't want to let go of me or for me to stop. Never in my wildest dreams that on this night I would be fucking my teacher. It was more like a c***dhood dream. "Don't stop", she begged me, "don't fucking stop. Keep fucking meeeeeee! Oh, yes! Aah huh. Aah huh. Aah huh. Aah huh. Aah huh. Aah huh. Aah huh. Ooooooooh! Oh, shit. Oh, keep fucking me. Keep fucking me. Aaaaaaaaah! Oh, shiiiiiiit!" Then the fun ended with me squeezing out my cum on her chest. She loved it and smiled that beautiful smile of hers. We looked into each other's eyes touching noses and laughing a bit. "Oh, baby", she said, "that was wonderful. I haven't been fucked like that in ages." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "You wanna go again, teach?" "Oh, yes, Mr. Maxwell." Neither of us wanted the night to end. We went at it once again and then again later on. I should date older women more often.
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