TABOO TALES(erotica)

Ilsa pushed harder and gasped loudly as he sank deeper inside. Fuck, he was opening her up! She lifted slightly, then slammed herself down. She slapped a hand over her mouth to contain her cries, as this was nothing like she’d ever felt before. One more lift and drop, and she was sitting on him with his thick cock buried deep inside her body. The head was pressing against her cervix a bit uncomfortably, but even the idea of that was so fucking sexy, she craved more. She could feel his rapid pulse throbbing inside her, and she needed to move. She began drawing him out, then slamming back down to get it all back inside. She did it again, then a little faster. It was getting easier as she bathed his cock in her wetness. She was also opening up to his girth, and that felt incredible. It all felt so illicitly sexy. She leaned over his body, pressing her fat tits against the hard muscles of his chest, and she realized she was right. He did feel like marble under her! He was hot, smooth marble that trembled and shuddered.

She sank her fingers into his hair and thrust her tongue into his mouth as she pounded her pussy over his cock faster and faster.

She pulled back from the kiss. “Squeeze my tits in your big hands!” she insisted, then returned to kissing him.

He brought his hands to her large breasts and squeezed, rubbing his thumbs over her stiff nipples. She felt the power in his hands and knew he could inflict great pain with them, but she was in control.

That was the trigger for Ilsa, and she grunted into his mouth as her pussy clamped down on his cock, holding him deep inside. She pulled his hair, and he moaned, his cock finally surging hot come into her depths.

“FUCK YES!” she screamed internally. Feeling the heat of his come filling her was a sensation she thought she might never feel again. The fantasy she’d maintained since she’d received the picture had been exceeded by the actual experience. Andre was everything she’d dreamed he could be.

She wouldn’t give him up. Now that she’d had this taste, she wanted more and in different ways. She still had an orifice she would need to introduce to his cock gradually, as he was dauntingly large. She shivered in anticipation.

Andre was shivering too, and she smiled down at him. She kissed his cheeks tenderly, and he closed his eyes. He tried to turn his head, but she took a grip on his hair and forced his lips back to hers. She kissed him hard and felt him give in to her once more. Fuck, she loved that!

She knew their time today was limited, so she reluctantly pulled herself from his softening erection. She touched herself and jolted from how sensitive she still was. That put a grin on her face.

Gingerly, she swung her leg back over him to stand next to the desk. She grabbed a tissue and dabbed herself dry before putting her panties back on.

“Get dressed,” she commanded, and he gradually rolled from the desk onto his feet. He bent to pick up his clothes and pulled them on.

She put on her skirt and blouse and buttoned it as she watched Andre’s beautiful muscles ripple as he tugged on his shirt and sweater.

As he finished, she moved closer, yanked his hood off his head, and took his face between her hands. He wouldn’t look at her. He was looking down. Gripping his hair, she forced his head back, and he gasped once more before she took his mouth with hers. She felt him respond reluctantly, but she made him do it. He submitted. A shiver ran through her.

She pulled back, and his eyes glanced up into hers.

“I will let you take the textbook home tonight. You will study the next exercises and return it to me at the end of our next class,” she said firmly, and he tried to nod. “Say it.”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“You will tell no one what we did here today. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he whispered again.

She smiled, as she knew their secret would not come from his lips. He was hers.

“Good. You may go,” she said, releasing his hair but leaving her hands next to his head. He glanced at her crooked smile, then stepped back from her to collect his things. The textbook went into his backpack.

Once his hood was back in place, he hastened to the door, tried it unsuccessfully, then undid the lock so he could open the door and get out.

Ilsa walked along the windows, returning the Venetian blinds to their open state. She walked back to her desk and used another tissue to clean up a little spilled cum as she smiled. She could feel the rest of his seed in her, and a thrill rushed through her. She wouldn’t get pregnant this time. The timing was another element of her plan, and she was safe today. She’d be safe for the rest of the week as well. A smile spread across her lips at that delicious thought.

She used a cloth from a desk drawer to give the polished surface of her desk a quick wipe to hide the telltale smudge marks from their skin, then wrapped the cummy tissues with it and tucked the cloth into her briefcase to dispose of at home.

She picked up the briefcase, then ran her fingertips across the surface of her desk one more time, reliving the experience in her memory.

She was looking forward to tomorrow afternoon.

-=-Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Andre was moving through the empty halls of the school, his brain filled with a chaos he didn’t know how to deal with. When he reached his locker, he heard the clang of metal plates. He turned and saw the new weight room was open. His feet led him to the door, and he walked inside.

Two members of the basketball team were using the functional trainers. They immediately stopped and scowled at him, but he ignored them and dropped his backpack next to a free machine. He desperately yanked off his sweater and shirt and set up the device for standing bicep curls. He set the pin for most of the stack and grabbed the handles. He struggled with the first lift, but the second was easier, and the third rose quickly. He pushed himself with clenched teeth and a low growl leaking from his lips. He felt his muscles burning, and this felt… cleansing.

He reset the machine for standing chest press and glanced at the others through his hair as he forced the huge stack of plates to rise again. Their scowls had become nervous glances, but he continued to ignore them as she pushed through set after set, growling through each. He went through a series of standing shoulder presses, reverse tricep extensions, upright rows, and single-arm lateral raises, adjusting the weight stack for each but keeping the weight at the upper limits of his capabilities.

He was deep into his kneeling ab crunches when he saw feet approaching. Leather shoes and two pairs of sneakered feet following.

“Mr. Marin, you weren’t given permission to use this equipment today,” a voice said in a stiff tone. A hand touched Andre’s shoulder.

“NO!” Andre roared as he yanked back. The full-weight stack accelerated Andre’s movement, throwing him back to crash into the wall next to the machine as the weights slammed home with a loud clang. He released the handle as he panted, leaning against the wall. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” he snarled. Mr. Cochrane was leaning away from him with a terrified expression on his ashen face. The two students behind him looked equally spooked.

Andre quickly moved to his clothes and pulled them back on as he rushed from the room. His muscled ached from his overworking them, but his mind was clear, and that felt like a tender mercy. The moment he was out the door, he was running for home, keeping track of the traffic before crossing the street this time.

His muscles protested the added strain, but he pushed through as it kept his mind occupied.

He desperately needed that now.

-=-

Mr. Cochrane rushed to the principal’s office with the two students following. He barged in and looked at the secretary. “Is he in?” the slim man gasped, pointing to Wallace’s office.

“Yes–”

He didn’t wait for her to finish before he grasped the handle and pushed into the office.

“Principal Wallace! I need to report being attacked by a student!” he rasped excitedly.

The two young men at his back looked at him oddly.

Harry Wallace watched the older man with a weary stare. “Was it one of these young men or both?” he asked.

“We didn’t–” they began, but the teacher waved them to silence.

“They are witnesses! They came to me to say Andre Marin was using the new weight machines without permission. I investigated and saw he was there, not wearing the proper gym uniform. He was topless and improperly using the equipment. I told him to stop, and he attacked me.”

Once more, the two student’s expressions didn’t back the geography teacher’s story.

“Mr. Marin struck you?” Wallace asked.

“No, but his actions were violent!” Cochrane insisted.

Harry waited for more, but the teacher was just slowly trying to catch his breath.

“What? How was he violent?”

One of the students couldn’t hold back any longer. “He didn’t like it when Mr. Cochrane touched his shoulder. He screamed, don’t touch me.”

The teacher scowled at the young man but turned to the principal and nodded emphatically.

Wallace scowled. “So let me get this straight. You entered the room, saw he was topless, and touched him. He then yelled at you for touching him. Outside of this violent yelling, did he inflict any physical violence upon you after your unwanted touch?”

The teacher was staring at the principal with his mouth working silently.

Harry raised his hand to stop the man. He looked at the others. “Is that what you saw?” They nodded, and he returned it. “Where is Marin now?”

“He left,” the talkative student replied.

The principal nodded. “I’ll speak with him in the morning about asking for permission and wearing the proper attire before using the equipment. Mr. Cochrane, this was not an attack. His yell may have been unexpected, but the same could be said of your touching him.” He raised his hands to stop the man from arguing. “Is that all you had to report?”

The teacher glared at the principal, then nodded stiffly.

“Please close the door on your way out. Good day,” Wallace said with a nod.

The three filed out, and the students rushed off to go home, leaving the geography teacher standing in the outer office with a deep feeling of dissatisfaction.

Movement caught his eye, and he saw Ilsa Jager strutting past the windows on her way home. She was applying dark lipstick to her tempting mouth. She glanced through the windows and flashed a predatory smile at him.

A tingle shot through his old body, but this just caused his disappointment to flare. He should also head home as his wife Linda would be going out to play bridge with her friends soon.

What an exciting life he led. With a sigh, he left.