She Taught Him Punctuation And More

Leaning close to him, she pointed out a punctuation mistake in the essay she had set him. She wasn't his teacher, and he wasn't her pupil at a school. She was chief librarian at the local library and gave English lessons as an additional interest. She was tutoring him to resit his 'A' level English exams, as needed higher grades to get into the university of his choice.

A tall gentle young man, he'd celebrated his 18th birthday a few months earlier. He treated her with respect and deference. Anxious to learn, he studied hard and responded well to her guidance. She was in her early 40's seemingly plain in her looks, but had that indefinable quality about her, appealing, full of desirability and fascinating allure. The more men got to know her, the more desirable they found her. Married, her husband was out at work when she tutored her students, her lessons providing extra income for the luxuries they both enjoyed.

She had a happy marriage, a frequent, though mundane sex life. Regularly achieving a level of pleasant warm satisfaction. Her husband took time to engage in plenty of foreplay and was able to achieve a duration of well over 6 minutes. Despite being together for more than 20 years, they had not been able to have children. There was nothing wrong with either of them, but somehow it didn't click, and she never caught. Yet, she yearned for some excitement in her life, to feel that reckless, abandoned, and uninhibited thrill of illicit carnal pleasure with someone different.

Standing around 5'3", she weighed a little over 130lbs. She was a little plump, though not particularly overweight, with 36C breasts, 28" waist, and 38" hips. Her appearance was softly curvaceous, and she had really good legs. Light brown wavy hair, hazel eyes, she wore it long, and it framed her face, sweeping back over her cheeks and neck at the sides. Easily described as ripe and juicy, it was easy to see why men found her attractive.

She dressed conservatively when she was tutoring. Usually wearing a pleated gaberdine skirt, and a smart cotton blouse. Often bare legged, she took a little pleasure in her choice of underwear. Amused by the feeling that she had secrets under her clothes. Wearing heavily lace trimmed nylon panties, slinky lace or embroidered slips, wired or uplift bras. Occasionally flashing a hint of lace, or a flash of knickers to her students, she thrilled at the naughtiness of what he was doing.

Deriving both pleasure and amusement from the effect she had on the young men she tutored, deliberately tantalising them with fleeting glimpses of her sexuality. Giving her the sensation of control as they helplessly succumbed to her subtle taunting. Usually ending the lessons with the hapless young men, suffering the discomfort of having a raging erection, which was always clearly visible to her.

Up to now she had never taken it further, resisting the desire, the temptation that these young men presented to her. However, this young man in particular proved irresistible to her carnal hunger, there was something about him that she couldn't contend with. Finding herself unable to withstand her attraction to him, or thwart her growing appetite. In fact, craving to feel his young body under her hands, and his weight over her, pressing himself deep into her aching belly.

They had been sharing lessons together for many weeks, and she had been aware of his response to her. He was different somehow, he wasn't obvious in his reaction to her. Instinctively she knew he would need a little more enticement, but she wanted more than to just tease him, she wanted him to have her, in the most delightful and self-indulgent way.

Moving closer to him, she leaned against him, appreciating his youth, and relishing the smell of his fresh skin. She looked into his deep blue eyes, smiling at his naivety. Knowing she would have to make almost all the running to her achieve her objectives. Most of these young men didn't get the message, thinking that if they made a move, they would be rebuffed, and humiliated. She could never understand why they didn't realise that women like her and at her age had huge sex drives, and far from rejecting them would welcome the attention. However, as most of them were too timid to try, she didn't waste any of her personal time on them.

Resolving to move things along, she lowered her voice, making him move his ear closer to her mouth, and allowing her to 'accidentally' brush the folds of his skin, with her luscious lips.

Placing her arm around his shoulder, her breast pressed against his ribs just under his arm. He could feel the hard nipple through her blouse and bra. Finding it arousing, he couldn't help his erection forming. Seeing it pressing hard against the front of his trousers, she smiled to herself, as she thought 'he's learnt as much English as I can teach him, perhaps I can teach something else, something less boring.'

Noticing how prominent the stiffness in his crotch had become, she felt a slight gush as she became aroused by his obvious awareness of her. Slowly, she dropped her arm to his waist, pressing her thigh against his, and pulling him closer to her warm body. Becoming silent, as they looked into each other's eyes, there was a pause, interrupted by their breathing becoming louder and faster as their faces closed together. Placing her other hand onto his stomach, she slipped her hand down, grasping his aching shaft with her fingers, feeling him start with surprise at her touch.

Gradually their lips met, and with a sudden rush of fire and passion, they kissed, hard and lustful. He couldn't help himself, he was a young red-blooded male after all, and unable to resist her lascivious advances. The salacious intent of her movement against his body was clear in its lecherous invitation.

Responding to her tongue he put his arms around her, before placing his hand on the inside of her knee and moving it up her skirt until he touched the gusset of her panties. Caressing the plumpness of her vulva through the thick nylon and sensing the wetness and excitement of her as she pushed her hips forwards opening her legs wider to let him feel how ripe and eager she was.

Her skin tingled with the sensation of his hand up her skirt, feeling and probing her secret place. Responding to his touch, she leaked lubricant into her gusset, her aroma assailing his nostrils and invading his senses. Her smell overpowering him as he threw caution to the winds. The intensity of their kissing increased, beginning to overwhelm their self control with a fiery uncontrollable ardour.

Stumbling away from the desk, their lips locked together, they fell in a tangle of arms and legs onto the floor. She felt the silky swirl of her skirt and slip, as she landed in a flurry of gaberdine, nylon and lace. Pulling her skirts above her waist, the silky lace trimmed nylon of her slip contrasting with the dark navy of her skirt. He looked at the heavy lace of her panties. Before reaching for the waistband and taking a firm grip on the tight weighty material.

Their bodies making a hollow thudding noise as they ground themselves together. Heels, and knees banging and drumming against the floorboards in their haste to sample each others flesh.

Laying back, she lifted her hips, allowing him to drag her knickers off, the heavy nylon crackling, and making a sibilant hiss as they drew firmly over her thighs. An experience of freedom swept over her as they cleared her ankles to be tossed casually onto the rug beside them. There was a bit of a double bump as her heels hit the hard floor. Frantically scrambling, she unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off. Reaching around her back, she unhooked her bra, tossing that to one side. His eyes widened as he saw her firm breasts, the dusky pink aureole surrounding her stiff erect nipples. They fell out, flowing across her chest, soft, rich, and inviting.

Almost feverish with excitement. He undid his trousers, taking them off, then his shirt and underpants. His penis so stiff it ached, he took the waistband of her skirts to undress her from them. She pushed his hands away, wanting to feel the sensation of the material against her skin. Knowing that the sight of her with her upturned bare white belly framed by the sheer nylon and navy cloth, was erotic in the extreme to his young inexperienced eyes.

Shivering at his touch, her skin tingled as he smoothed his hand from her ankle to her knee, caressing the plump muscles of her calves. Leaning forward, he kissed her rounded lower belly, following the line above her pubis from hip to hip.

Lifting her knees, she pulled his slim body between her open thighs. Feeling his weight on the fatty pad that covered her pubic bone. Bending his head forwards he took her breasts into his mouth, and licked her nipples, his tongue describing circles around her aureole. She took a deep breath through her clenched teeth as the warm tongue pressed down firmly on her breast.

She wanted to be touched, softly and with tenderness, but she also wanted to be taken, there and then. Neither of them able to wait any longer, she pulled him close, feeling his penis touch her soft undersides. Although he had been with a few girls, and had sex with them, they were his age or younger, so his experiences weren't that extensive. As she expected, he poked about, inexpertly trying to find his way in, pressing too high and passing up over her mound.

Reaching down, she took his penis between her fingers, marvelling at how hot it was, feeling him pulsing plentiful amounts of precum, making him slippery and complementing her own vaginal excretions of lubricant. She was no young girl, tense or tight, she was an experienced mature woman in the prime of her sexuality. Although he was towards the higher end of average, his penetration was smooth, effortless, she was a comfortable fit for him. His entry still provoked that deliciously thrilling tingle as he buried his full length inside her.

Like most young men, he set off at an extremely fast rate, plunging and thrusting very rapidly. Holding him close to her, she thought that his first time with her would be over very quickly, perhaps she would be lucky and get more than a minute out him. However, in the pattern of surprises this was yet another, he settled into a firm but positive rate of intercourse, taking his time, and allowing her to adjust her hips, and respond to his deep heaving, rocking her hips in time with his.

Hearing the soft wet squelching from the motions of his penis inside her, coupled with the light, yet noticeable squeaking of the polished floorboards underneath them. The desk rattled with the motion, a pencil dropping to the floor with a load clatter. None of those sounds deterred or distracted them in any way, so immersed in the intense physical activity they were engaging in with each other.

Tenderly, resting her lips on his neck just below his ear, she whispered.

"Easy now, hold on for a bit, slowly, slowly, that's it, hold it, hold it. Ohhhh!"

He slowed down and she widened her knees to make it more comfortable for him, reducing the friction and allowing him to gain control of his physical urge. Feeling him tense at the needle like tingling in his penis, his back stiffened, and he lifted his chest up over hers, his thrusts became stronger causing her breasts to sway up and down in time with his rhythm, with a cry almost of anguish, the exquisiteness of his ejaculation overcoming his senses. His output was abundant, and hot, she lay back as he pumped spurt after spurt of semen into her warm welcoming vagina. Bathing her vault in a thick fertile flood of bodily fluid. Almost crying with the overwhelming pleasure as he felt the rush of liquid out of his shaft.

The hot heavy and slippery semen, flowed back down her vaginal canal, pouring out of her under his shaft, running down over her perineal skin, hot, copious, it streamed down in between the body crease of her bottom, over her twitching anus, forming a wide, viscous and almost syrupy pool on the polished floor underneath her.

Holding him close, she rolled her hips backwards, his penis deep inside her she kept as much of his semen within her vaginal canal as she could. Both of her vaginal fornices were full, and her cervix bathed in the thick, slippery life-giving body fluids. She could feel a fluttering deep in her interior, as her cervix reacted to his rich young sperm, dipping into the pool of semen, allowing them to pass through to her uterus.

"That was an unexpected surprise miss, are we going to do it again?"

"Of course, and if you're honest it wasn't that much of a surprise to you either. You've been looking at me with hunger in your eyes for weeks now."

"I didn't mean to miss, it's just that you are such a sexually appealing woman, I couldn't resist you?"

"I'm afraid I couldn't resist you either, and now we've started, my appetite for you can only get stronger. Are you prepared for that?"

"Yes miss, as long as we keep it between us. This is wonderful, but I'm sure you don't want your husband, or my parents finding out, it could cause complications."

"There are no strings, you keep taking the extra lessons up until you take your exams. Your parents will still have to pay the fees. You will continue to produce the essays and classwork that I set for you. However, as long as you're happy with things, you'll need to do this with me after each lesson, until either you take your resits, or we both get fed up with it."

"Are you going to do it with any of the other boys that you tutor, when you finish with me?"

"No, you're the only one I've done this with, the others don't seem to grasp the opportunity, so I content myself with teasing them, raising their awareness of me, but leaving them high and dry, because they are too immature and inexperienced to recognise the signals. You were different, don't ask me why, because I just don't know, only that I had a tremendous hunger for you, that could only be satisfied by what we just did to each other."

"Yes miss."

"Good, that's settled then. Now let's clean ourselves up, get dressed, and I'll see you next Tuesday."

"What about your husband miss? Are you sure you're right, he won't suspect anything?"

"Don't worry about him, he'll never know, and he never comes home early so we won't be caught. As long as you remember it's just sex, pure sex, enjoy it, take it while you can, learn from me, I'll teach you how to control yourself, different positions, that sort of thing. Before you start to worry, your future girlfriends will thank me for it."

She paused, the silence hanging heavily between them, before she continued.

"Don't get any fancy ideas about a relationship with me, I'm not your girlfriend, or anything like that. It's just sex, I'm not going to leave my husband for you, so don't get emotionally involved. Enjoy it for what it is, as I said before, just sex, pure unadulterated sex."

He nodded and unsteadily rose to his feet, holding the desk for support. She gathered her skirt around her knees and stood as well. The heavy material swishing as it fell down into place. Smiling she handed him several tissues with which to wipe himself. Watching as he pulled his clothes back on, she recovered her knickers, and bra. Refraining from putting them on, she picked up her blouse and slipped it over her shoulders. Tossing the underwear onto the desk, they lay there in a foamy bundle of white frothy lace, as sweetly tempting as pure white sweet meringue.

Handing him his assignments for the following week, she walked to the front door with him. He had noticed the casual disposal of her intimate undies, and as they reached the hallway, he turned to her, taking her by the waist, he lifted her and pushed her against the wall. They kissed, passionately their lips tangled in fiery lust. Fumbling under her skirt, he took out his penis, and penetrated her, deeply, fast, hard, and intense.

Throwing her head back she moaned in ecstasy at the unexpected pleasure of his sudden intrusion into her body. Her head bumped against the wall behind her, and even though his movement surprised her, she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips. Her skirt and slip falling backwards to her waist, as she gasped at the power of his thrusts. The thudding noise of their bodies echoing in the hallway, as he thrashed frantically into her. She was conscious of the strings of slippery body fluids dripping down onto the polished wooden floorboards, leaving a slick wet pool on the shiny surface.

He lasted for several minutes before the sensation overwhelmed him, and he lost control, pushing deep into her body as he ejaculated, amazing her with the power of his spurting, and the profuse quantity he was able to summon. She had reasonably assumed that she had drained him on the floor of the study but realised that she hadn't accounted for his youth and vigour.

The suddenness of his intrusion inside her was so exciting that she actually orgasmed. Unexpectedly she felt the hot wave of release flash throughout her body, causing her to scream with delight, and grip him between her thighs. He strained and rolled his head back as he uncontrollably pumped his semen deep inside her, thrilling her with the sensation of his penis swelling and his shuddering reaction to the coursing of body fluids through his shaft.

Spent, they both held onto each other, as their combined juices dribbled out of her and around his cock, adding to the pool on the floor. Slowly relaxing, they kissed, long and softly as they both came down from the heights of sexual pleasure that they had enjoyed together. Slowly they regained their breath and relaxed, he stepped back allowing her to lower her feet to the floor again. Her knees felt like jelly, and he was a little unsteady as they drew apart. He tucked his penis away into his trousers, and her skirt and slip fell back into place with a soft rustling sound.

Opening the door, she let him out, speaking softly.

"Until next week then."

"Yes miss."

With that he was gone, leaving her alone and feeling a bit guilty. Taking a wet cloth from her scullery, she mopped up the pool from the floor of the hallway, and in turn from the study. Marvelling at how much there was, how rich the combination of them smelled, and filling her with a renewed hunger for his body.

The following week, they finished the lesson, she marked his homework and set his project for the following week. Then, seeing the expectations in his eyes, took his hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom. Slowly stripping him, she pushed him back onto her bed. Lifting her skirts, she pulled her panties down, unfastened her blouse, allowing her breasts to spill out. Carefully climbing up into the bed, she straddled his face, enveloping his head in a welder of silk and lace underwear, settling herself over his lips, running her vulva back and fore over his lips and tongue, she encouraged him to lick her.

It was a new experience to him, and he relished the soft wetness of her, and the rich warm taste of her. He followed her whispered directions, quickly finding the tip of her clitoris, and awestruck at her reaction to his stimulation. Rotating her hips, she managed to sweep her genitals over his lower face, pushing back far enough to allow her pubic hair to cover his nose, and then far enough forwards so that he could taste her perineum and the body fluids running down underneath her.

Amazed at how far her clitoris had extended from under her sheath. He ran his tongue over each side of her labia, until the feeling was so intense that she squirted, the thin colourless fluid, soaking his lips. He drank her, as much of her fluid as he could manage. Quickly she turned and moved down his body, until she was astride his hips. Lowering herself downward, she reached behind and underneath her bottom, gripping his penis and guiding it Ito her open labia, impaling herself on his stiff erection.