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Hetero, Non-Consent, 1st Time, Drugs (alcohol)
Peter O'Malley was sulking in the dimly lit parking lot. The loud music blasting from the club continued to remind him of the fun he could be having if only....
"What a stupid law," he fumed. "I can vote. I can be drafted into the army. But at 18 I can't go into a place where they serve alcohol. What's so special about being 21? What a stupid, fuckin' law!" Peter had tried using his fake id, but the bouncer at the door spotted it right away. And then to Peter's embarrassment, all the people around laughed at his expense. "What a stupid law," he said out loud, gritting his teeth.
The young college freshman didn't even know why he was still there. Every giggling woman that walked past him was a reminder of what he was missing. He wasn't a bad looking guy. Young maybe, but he thought older women liked that. If only he could meet one. But they were all inside the club, dancing, laughing, and having a good time.
"And probably every one of the sluts will go home with a guy," he spitefully said under his breath.
Peter was moping... his head down and his shoulders hunched. His hands were deep in his pockets and he kicked anything that wasn't permanently attached to the floor. When he heard the clicking of high heels he turned and peered into the darkness. He saw a woman stumbling and muttering to herself. Fascinated, he watched her body sway from side to side while trying to walk forwards. Peter thought to himself that she was really smashed.
The woman stopped and looked around. She was obviously confused and had a hard time remembering where her car was parked. Peter couldn't believe she would drive in her intoxicated condition. Then she looked like she had figured it all out and staggered towards a van. When she got there she almost fell over, but she leaned against the side of the van for support and maintained her balance... for a moment, that is. Peter watched as the woman's knees buckled, causing her to slide down until she was sitting on the floor.
Peter's chivalry took over and he hurried to help the woman in distress. When he got to her he found her sitting on the parking lot floor, leaning against the side of the van with her head down and her chin in her chest -- her long hair covering her face. Her feet were still flat on the ground with her knees up and apart. Peter quickly noticed that her skirt had slid down her thighs and her white panties were visible.
"Are you all right?" Peter asked, his eyes focused between her legs.
"I'm great," she said in a slurred voice and then started giggling.
"Do you need help?" he asked.
"No, I don't need help," she slurred, and then tried to stand. "Well, maybe you can help me up."
At this point the woman looked up at Peter and brushed her hair from in front of her face. Peter gasped when he saw who she was. The drunken woman was his English professor, Mrs. Bentley. She was in her mid-30's and gorgeous. She was only 5'5" tall, but had large 36c breasts that looked humongous on her small frame. Peter had stared at those breasts many times during class, as well as her curvy legs. And now he was looking between those legs at her panties. Guilt set in and Peter quickly glanced away.
"Please help me up," the woman implored, holding out her hand.
Peter grabbed his teacher's hand and pulled her up. She got to her feet and stumbled, falling against Peter. Her free hand reached out for something to balance her and it landed on Peter's crotch. His cock hardened immediately while her hand pressed against it.
"Hey, what's this?" Mrs. Bentley asked, her mind fuzzy, but she seemed to forget her question as soon as she said it and took her hand away from Peter's crotch to wrap an arm around his neck. Their bodies were now pressed together as Mrs. Bentley clung onto him for support.
Peter didn't know what to do. His beautiful teacher was holding him close to her body. He could feel her large breasts pressing against him and her body was now against the bulge in his pants. He just stood there, inhaling his teacher's perfume.
"I need my keys," Mrs. Bentley announced. "My bag... keys," she mumbled.
Peter saw her pocketbook lying on the floor and bent down to pick it up. Mrs. Bentley clung onto him as if her life depended on it. He gingerly stooped over and picked up the pocketbook. He took a few steps forward until Mrs. Bentley was leaning against the side of the van, and he pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the vehicle so she didn't fall. His hands were now free to rummage through her purse, but the maneuver caused his cock to push against her belly. Peter uncontrollably humped her a few times, but his teacher didn't seem to notice.
While Peter was searching for her car keys, Mrs. Bentley looked at his face and said, "Hey, I know you." Peter panicked, being recognized in such an intimate position with his teacher, but then she said, "Do I know you? Who are you?"
Peter realized his teacher was beyond recognizing him and kept searching until he found her keys. When he looked back at her face to tell her he had found them, he saw that her eyes were closed. He shook her, but she had passed out. Peter was in a public parking lot, pressing his body against an older married woman, his teacher no less, who was unconscious. His mind instantly became filled with what would happen if he got caught in that position. He could never have explained his way out of it.
Peter decided that he had to get his teacher into the van so that she could sleep it off. He half dragged her to the back of the vehicle and used the key to open the back door. He then tossed her pocketbook in and lifted her into the van. With her legs dangling out of the back, Peter climbed into the van and grabbed her armpits and pulled her all the way inside.
Peter jumped out of the van and was about to close the door when Mrs. Bentley's legs shifted. She raised one knee in her sleep which caused her skirt to slide down her thigh. Once again Peter had the fortuitous good fortune to see his teacher's panties. He quickly looked at her face to see if he had been observed, but Mrs. Bentley's closed eyes and heavy breathing told him she was still out cold. He changed his plans and climbed into the back of the van next to his teacher's prone body. He located a light switch and turned it on, illuminating the interior of the van. Then he quickly closed the door, shutting out the outside world and leaving him alone with his unconscious teacher.
Peter looked down at his sleeping teacher. As he scanned her body, his eyes came to rest upon her large breasts, moving peacefully with her breathing. He lifted his hand near her breast once... then twice... then he put it on her shoulder and shook her. Mrs. Bentley grunted, but she did not open her eyes. That gave Peter the courage he needed and his hand cupped one of his teacher's large breasts. He held it there for a few moments, never taking his eyes off Mrs. Bentley's face, then he squeezed the huge orb. When Mrs. Bentley's eyes didn't open, Peter's other hand covered the vacant tit and squeezed it too.
Peter eventually wanted to see what he was feeling. His shaking hands moved to his teacher's neck where his fingers nimbly undid her blouse's top button. Then the next button was undone... and the next... and the next.... When Peter's fingers were at the waistband of her skirt, the teenager gently tugged the blouse out and undid the remaining buttons. Now Mrs. Bentley's blouse was completely unbuttoned and Peter was ready for more.
Peter slowly pulled the two halves of his teacher's blouse apart, displaying her naked belly and bra-encased breasts. The bra was white and lacy, with Mrs. Bentley's breasts bulging out of the top. The inexperienced teenager wasn't quite sure how to proceed. He looked between her tits for the clasp but, to his misfortune, it was not a front-clasping bra. Peter stroked the naked parts of his teacher's breasts with his fingertips and decided to take the risk. He grabbed her shoulder and upper arm and rolled her onto her stomach. Mrs. Bentley grunted, but did not wake up. Peter then yanked away at the hooks holding the strap together until they came apart. He took a deep breath and then turned Mrs. Bentley onto her back again.
The bra covered Mrs. Bentley's breasts much less now that it was unclasped. Peter grabbed the bottom of the bra and pulled it over his teacher's tits, exposing the firm mounds to his gaze. They were much paler than the rest of her exposed body, attesting to her wearing a bathing suit when in the sun. Atop each cone-shaped mound was a silver-dollar sized brown areola and a small nipple. The nipples were not what Peter had expected. They were almost concave. He sampled its texture by gently rubbing his fingertip over one and was amazed when it came to life -- the almost non-existent nipple began to expand. Peter repeated this on the other one with the same result. Now two points sat atop Mrs. Bentley's big breasts.
Peter's hands returned to cupping his teacher's breasts, but now no clothing impeded his touch. He felt her soft, warm skin on the palms of his hands as he caressed and squeezed them. From time to time he slightly lifted his hand off and moved his palms over her extended nipples. When he pulled his hands away he noticed her nipples were even longer. Peter grabbed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twirled it. When Mrs. Bentley moaned he quickly pulled his hand away, but she did not wake up. He now grabbed both nipples in a similar manner and twirled them both... and kept doing it even through his teacher's moaning.
Tired of playing with Mrs. Bentley's nipples, Peter leaned over and stuck his face between the two orbs. He felt their warmth on his cheeks and smelt the perfume she had dabbed between them. He tilted his head slightly and kissed the side of one breast. Mrs. Bentley's moan encouraged him and he moved his face over her breast and opened his mouth. When he descended, his lips closed upon his teacher's tit. Peter began sucking like a baby nursing on his mother's breast. It wasn't long before the teenager trapped her long nipple between his lips and sucked on it while flicking his tongue. When Peter wanted a change, he switched to the other breast.
Peter's hard cock was almost hurting in the confines of his pants. He pulled back and stared at his teacher again. She seemed to be breathing harder, but was still sound asleep. Peter pressed his lips to Mrs. Bentley's and they felt so soft and warm. He automatically pushed his tongue between them and was thrilled when her tongue touched his. Peter was French kissing an older, married woman -- his sexy teacher.
When Peter pulled away, Mrs. Bentley continued to move her lips as if searching for the tongue that was no longer there. Peter pushed his finger in her mouth and his teacher began sucking it. That gave the teenager an idea. Peter quickly opened his zipper and pulled his hard cock out. He moved to the side of Mrs. Bentley's head and turned her face more towards him. When he pressed the tip of his cock against her lips, his teacher relaxed them, allowing him to push his cock into her mouth. As soon as it was there, Mrs. Bentley began sucking his dick.
Peter jerked his hips at the unfamiliar feeling, causing Mrs. Bentley to gag as his cock entered her throat. He quickly pulled out of her mouth, but her sucking noises drew him back to her and once more his cock was inside his teacher's mouth. This time he refrained from thrusting his hips forward and simply enjoyed his first blow-job. Feeling Mrs. Bentley's warm mouth and tongue around his cock and seeing it protruding from her lips was too much for the boy. With a grunt of his own, Peter began filling his teacher's mouth with his gooey sperm.
Mrs. Bentley's coughing brought the teenager back to reality and he quickly pulled his still shooting cock from her mouth. In her sleep, Mrs. Bentley couldn't handle the fluid entering her throat and her body's automatic survival instincts took over. Peter held his throbbing cock in his hand as the rest of his cum shot all over his teacher's face. Meanwhile, Mrs. Bentley's body got control and, with the exception of the sperm that dribbled from the corner of her mouth, she swallowed her student's sperm.
Peter watched his teacher's throat undulate, carrying his jism to her belly, while her lips sucked in the rest of his sperm. Mrs. Bentley's tongue actually snaked out of her mouth and swiped across her lips, licking his cum into her mouth. The cum that had overflowed her mouth was sliding down the side of her face into her hair. The teenager thought it was the most exciting thing he had ever seen.
Mrs. Bentley's body shifted and Peter's attention was drawn to her legs. The leg that had been bent at the knee was now lying straight next to the other one. However, Mrs. Bentley's skirt was still well up her thighs and her curvy legs were on display. Peter scooted down towards her feet.
Peter's hand found the hem of Mrs. Bentley's skirt and slowly inched it upwards. More and more of her thighs came into the light until the white panties became visible. Peter hesitated a moment in anticipation and then pulled her skirt all the way to her waist, tugging it from under her butt. There it was! Mrs. Bentley's panty-covered pussy was in the bright light of the van's interior. Peter leaned forward with his face just inches from her prominent mound covered only by the thin cotton material and inhaled deeply. An electrical charge went from his nostrils directly to his cock. It was so much better than when he smelled his mother's used panties -- the fragrance was so much stronger.
Peter pressed his mouth to the area and felt a wetness. He pulled away and looked at the undergarment. His finger pressed against it and validated the moisture. Mrs. Bentley was wet! Somehow she had become aroused. He didn't know if it occurred inside the club or from what he was doing to her. But it didn't matter. His teacher's pussy was wet!
The teenager couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the waistband of Mrs. Bentley's panties and pulled them down. First he saw the blonde pubic hairs and he paused in anticipation. Then he continued tugging them until all of her mound was visible. Then he pulled the panties down and off her legs. Mrs. Bentley was now lying in front of him totally exposed.
Peter pulled one of his teacher's legs towards him and then straddled it, with his right knee between her legs. Then he pushed her other leg away from him. When Peter got between his teacher's legs, he pushed them even further apart. He looked at their juncture and saw that her labia had parted. He was looking at Mrs. Bentley's slit. He couldn't resist any longer and touched his teacher's pussy.
"Aaahhhh," Mrs. Bentley sighed.
Peter quickly looked up but saw that his teacher's eyes were still closed. His cum was on her face and he noticed her tongue licking her lips. He returned his attention to her crotch and held her labia apart, peering inside. His finger followed his eyes and soon was probing his teacher's most private area.
Peter's finger slid up and down the slit, sinking in more and more with each stroke. Then he located her hole and tentatively put the tip of his finger in it. When Mrs. Bentley's pussy seemed to cling to his finger, he pushed it inside her. Mrs. Bentley groaned when he did it, and began moaning when he moved his finger in and out of her moist hole. He kept that up for a while and then continued his exploration. Soon his thumb was strumming his teacher's clit and she became restless. With a finger moving in and out of her pussy and his thumb rubbing her clit, Mrs. Bentley's body reacted the way it was supposed to -- she bucked her hips and came on her student's fingers.
Mrs. Bentley's reaction surprised the teenager and Peter pulled his hand away. When Mrs. Bentley's body stopped convulsing he looked at her pussy. It seemed redder and puffier, and was definitely wetter. He then looked at his fingers which were covered with his teacher's pussy-juices. He held them to his nose and smelled the powerful aroma. Then he cautiously licked a finger and studied the taste. "Not bad," he thought, knowing it was his teacher's pussy he was tasting. Then he licked and sucked his fingers clean.
Peter once again pulled his teacher's pussy open and leaned in close. The smell was strong, but exciting. He ran his tongue through her slit and felt her body jump. He did it again and again, until she started mumbling. He looked up and saw her talking, but couldn't decipher the drunken gibberish.
The tangy taste of his teacher's pussy drew his mouth back between her legs. He licked it again and again, encouraged by the constant bucking of Mrs. Bentley. Then, on one aggressive lick, the tip of his tongue got caught in her hole. He hesitated and then made his tongue as taut as he could and drove it into his teacher's pussy.
"Ooohhhh," Mrs. Bentley groaned as her pelvis jerked towards Peter's mouth, smashing her wet, hairy pussy into his face.
Peter's tongue was now like a pile driver, sliding in and out of his teacher's pussy hole. Mrs. Bentley was bucking so much under him that he had to grab her ass-cheeks to keep her from bouncing away from his penetrating tongue. Peter felt more fluids leaking onto his tongue and eagerly lapped them up.
Mrs. Bentley began mumbling again, but Peter couldn't make out her slurred words. He thought he heard her say "fuck" and "eat", but he wasn't sure. He kept probing with his tongue when he felt Mrs. Bentley's legs drape over his back, locked at her ankles, and pull him down towards her. An instant later, she groaned much louder than previously and her body seemed to convulse under him. She flooded his tongue with her girl-cum as her pussy clamped around his tongue.
Peter pried his teacher's legs off his back and sat up between her splayed legs. He stared at her wet pussy, now very puffy and red. Her hips were still moving in little circles in her orgasmic afterglow... or was she seeking more. Peter tested her reaction by just placing the tip of his forefinger at her pussy hole... Mrs. Bentley's hips jerked causing part of his finger to enter her. Peter felt her vagina muscles grab his finger, urging it to stay there. But the teenager had other ideas.
Peter quickly removed his pants and underwear and then climbed over his teacher's body, placing his cock at her pussy. He pushed a few times, but the inexperienced virgin was off-track. He pushed and pushed, causing Mrs. Bentley to groan in frustration and wiggle under him. Then he probed with his finger and found her hole lower than where his cock was trying to enter her. With his finger still in Mrs. Bentley's hole as a guide, Peter aimed his hard cock lower until it bumped against his finger. He felt the opening and pushed his cock into it while pulling his finger away. Then, with one quick thrust of his hips, Peter buried his hard cock all the way into his teacher's pussy.
"Uuggghh," Mrs. Bentley grunted at the force of the impatient teenager's entry.
At that moment, however, Peter wasn't thinking about his teacher. He felt her wet, warm pussy grip his cock like a glove. The feeling was intense and his cock began spurting sperm into Mrs. Bentley's pussy. Peter had cum again, but his teenage cock lost none of its stiffness. Once he recovered from his orgasm, Peter slowly pulled his cock partway out and then pushed it back inside. He was fucking his married teacher... and it felt great.
In and out... in and out... Peter pounded away. He looked between their bodies and saw his cock entering Mrs. Bentley's pussy and then reappearing. He thought it was the most erotic thing to see his dick disappear inside her. His cock was in a place reserved for only her husband, and that turned him on too.
Mrs. Bentley let out an unusually loud moan, which caused Peter to shift his gaze from her pussy to her face. He held his breath when he saw her wide open eyes staring at him. He stopped fucking her and awaited her scream, but her eyes slowly closed again as she fell back into her drunken sleep.
Peter's hips began humping again, ramming his hard cock in and out of his teacher's pussy. Mrs. Bentley's body began reacting more as her student's thrusts became faster. He was really driving his cock in and out of her pussy now and she was bucking her hips to meet every one of his thrusts. Soon the inevitable occurred and Peter's body froze above his teacher's as he filled her pussy with his hot sperm again.
Peter stayed like that for a while, enjoying his post-orgasmic bliss, while he felt Mrs. Bentley's pussy gripping his cock. Even in her drunkenness, Mrs. Bentley's body craved her own climax and was trying to encourage the cock in her to continue, but this time Peter's dick softened and slipped out.
Peter sat back again and looked between his teacher's legs. Her pussy was more open and his sperm was oozing out. He had fucked his teacher. He had fucked a married woman. He tried to burn her image in his memory -- his sperm on her face and in her hair, her large breasts with their very erect nipples moving with her heavy breathing, her skirt bunched at her waist, her legs spread, and her puffy pussy leaking his sperm.
Mrs. Bentley said something like, "Ben, don't stop... more, more."
Peter wondered if her husband's name was Ben and that in her drunken stupor she thought she had been having sex with him. Mrs. Bentley began mumbling again and the only word Peter thought he recognized was "close". Then Peter watched as his teacher's hand went between her legs and onto her pussy. She pushed two fingers inside her sopping cunt and began finger-fucking herself. What she must have been telling her husband was that she had been close to cumming. Since her "husband" wasn't going to help her she decided to take matters into her own hand.
Peter watched a woman masturbate for the first time. His teacher's fingers were moving in and out of her pussy, spreading his sperm all over her hand and cunt. He noticed that her gold wedding band was no longer shiny as his cum coated it. Peter was witnessing something done only in private, a girl bringing herself off with her fingers. Peter bet that even Mrs. Bentley's husband never saw her do it. She was masturbating in front of her student... touching her own cunt... bringing herself off.
Mrs. Bentley's fingers actually made a squishy sound as they moved in and out of her full pussy. Peter saw the heel of her hand press against her cunt as her two fingers moved in and out. Then her whole hand was moving against her pussy. With each downward movement her fingers would sink inside her, and with each upward movement they would retreat. But Peter realized there was more to it than that. The movement of her hand was not only directing her fingers in and out of her pussy, but was rubbing against her clit.
Soon Mrs. Bentley's hips began moving in circles and up and down. She pulled her very wet fingers from her cunt and moved them to her clit. Peter watched his teacher's fingers move rapidly in small circles over her engorged clit. Her fingers were well lubricated so they glided smoothly over her swollen nubbin. Also, Peter had the pleasure of watching his teacher spread his sperm all over her clit.
Peter felt his cock begin to harden and was thinking of fucking his teacher again. But he really enjoyed watching her masturbate and didn't want her to stop that. So, after thinking about it for a moment, Peter scrambled to Mrs. Bentley's head and turned to face her feet. He leaned over her face and pushed his semi-hard cock against her lips. Mrs. Bentley willingly opened her mouth and let him slip inside. Peter leaned forward, supporting his weight on his elbows. His cock was now in his teacher's mouth while his face was right above her pussy.
Peter thought that she must have really been excited by the way she instantly began sucking his cock. He thought about her mouth and tongue cleaning his cum and her pussy juice off his cock and he immediately got hard. At the same time, he watched Mrs. Bentley's fingers rubbing her clit. Soon, he saw fingers from her other hand slip into her wet snatch. Mrs. Bentley was really going at it now, rubbing her clit and finger-fucking herself. Peter's face was so close to the action that the back of his teacher's hand occasionally bumped into it. He couldn't believe how erotic it was to watch her fingers maul her own cunt.
Peter began a slow movement of his hips causing his cock to slide in and out of Mrs. Bentley's mouth while she eagerly sucked him off. He made sure he didn't push down too far so that she didn't gag, but it seemed his teacher was trying to pull him deeper into her mouth with her lips. But suddenly, Mrs. Bentley stopped sucking. Peter pushed his cock in and out of her mouth to encourage her to continue, but to no avail. Then he heard her moan around his shaft as her mouth clamped down on his cock. The fingers sliding in and out of her pussy stopped, completely inside her, while the finger on her clit went into overdrive. And then her body shuddered as she came.
Peter waited a while but got impatient. He moved his hips again, but Mrs. Bentley didn't suck on his cock. She seemed totally drained and just lay beneath him like a lump, fast asleep. Peter begrudgingly pulled his cock from her mouth and moved to the side. He was thinking about fucking her again, but when he saw her big breasts he had another idea.
Peter straddled Mrs. Bentley's body and placed his hard cock between her huge orbs. He pressed them together around his cock and moved his hips to and fro. He watched as the tip of his cock kept coming out from between Mrs. Bentley's big breasts only to disappear again within their mass. He tit-fucked his teacher while she slept, squeezing the tits he was holding. Then he felt it... his orgasm approaching. The first spurt hit Mrs. Bentley on the chin and neck, leaving a trail to her breasts. Then another erupted. Peter released his hold on his teacher's breasts and began stroking his cock. The next spurt of sperm flew all the way to her forehead and left a white line down her face. Then another landed on her lips... another on her cheek... one on her nose... and so on. By the time Peter had stopped cumming, his teacher's face was covered in his spunk.
Mrs. Bentley began mumbling in her drunken sleep and moving about. Peter thought she was waking up and panicked. He quickly redressed and opened the back door to the van. He turned to look at his teacher one more time. Her face was covered in his sperm, and her fingers and pussy was also wet with it. Her nipples were still erect atop her naked breasts. When she began speaking more clearly and lifted her hand to her face, Peter jumped out of the van and closed it. He then ran to his own car and sped off.
After that, Peter spent Mrs. Bentley's entire class daydreaming about that night and wondering what she thought when she awoke in her van, covered in his sperm and obviously fucked. He'd stare at her in front of the classroom, remembering what she looked like naked and how good her mouth and pussy felt around his cock. He had a continuous hard-on during her class.
Unfortunately for Peter, his daydreaming caused him to pay little attention to the lessons, so he ended up failing Mrs. Bentley's class. But Peter had no regrets. He had learned a great deal from his teacher and it had nothing to do with English.
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