A special little teacher - part two

Who has never felt an irresistible attraction or a passion for their teachers? I believe that this temptation has become an atavistic fetish that has been cultivated over the ages; for this reason I will tell you a few stories on this subject already warning that there are real ones, fictional ones and mixed ones. I hope you will appreciate. And the first one concerns the fate of Professor Rosario (told in "A Special Teacher").
After her affair with a student came to light, the commotion caused caused a commotion of such magnitude that Rosario, her husband Márcio and their daughter Amanda were forced to flee in the dead of night, not without first making sure that because it was a private school the scandal was quashed allowing the family to rebuild their life elsewhere. For the husband nothing was easy, since at that time there was no talk of hiring a manager to manage other people's business, which led Márcio to dispose of all his assets, with the family moving to a medium-sized city located in the interior of the state.
Unfortunately, the family was torn apart by constant quarrels and disagreements; Márcio was able to invest in the trade of the region and Rosario sought a college of some renown to offer her services which resulted in the desired success seeing herself an employee immediately; a few months later, Amanda asked to live with her paternal grandparents in the face of the unsustainable environment with her parents; even with so many mishaps the situation began to enter a period of calm until an incident that would change the course of the situation. After a long and extensive meeting of the agenda at the college, Rosario returned home and found her husband copulating with the daughter of the employee they had recently hired.
Trying not to attract attention, she remained behind the door of the laundry room where the naked couple were preparing for a dizzying climb worthy of a porn movie; the girl was on her back with one of her legs erect supported on the laundry tank allowing her to display her vulva and her anal seal for the enjoyment of the male who knelt behind her took care of licking the whole region by tearing out innumerable screams and moans from the female who begged for more; giving himself satisfaction, Marcio stood holding his rifle pistol with one hand and brushed the region before sinking it once in the cave of the whore who did not count on releasing a more enthusiastic scream, arriving to scare the adulterous husband who grumbled so that he was silenced.
Spying on her husband's voracious fuck, Rosario did not restrain her impulse, taking one of her hands under the skirt where she put her panties aside so that she could beat a well-groomed siren; and such was her excitement that it did not take long for her to enjoy a sequence of pleasures that left her soaked with the liquid flowing on the inside of her thighs causing delicious cramps; in turn, Marcio spared no effort in fucking the young woman who could no longer stand the impetuousness of the male whose sweat ran through all her pores. At the end of so much voluptuousness, Marcio let out a grunt, pulling the member out and ejaculating on his partner's buttocks.
Rosario, who had also experienced some good jokes, tried to pull herself together and escape from a possible blatant but already plotting revenge against the betrayal of her husband who had broken all the boundaries of the agreement they both had previously had to maintain a more liberal but always shared marital relationship. So she ran to her room, took a quick shower, put on a bikini and went to the edge of the pool; soon she found herself in the company of Marcio who greeted her with a kiss.
Sitting in the armchair next to Rosario, he did not hide his gluttonous gaze on the body of his wife's exuberant ways, who in turn plotted how to repay him for the betrayal; he later suggested that they go to dinner in a restaurant that was on the outskirts of the city, to which her husband acquiesced; upon seeing her leave the room wearing a very short red dress with sleeves and transparent fabric, showing the silhouette of her white lingerie, which certainly enhanced her dark gypsy skin, Marcio held what he felt as her member pulsed inside her trousers. It was a fun dinner with dancing and the wife's right flirting with some males present just exchanging looks and smiles.
As soon as they entered the house and Marcio tried to grab hold of his wife by pulling her dress up to undress her observing the dazzled beauty of her body and her shapes contained in the delicate pale lingerie; with the touch of a faun, Marcio went over to Rosario who took care to control his voluptuousness by helping him to undress and make him sit on the sofa; after removing the small pieces that prevented his full freedom, Rosario gave up sitting on her husband's lap rubbing his vulva and his buttocks on the pulsating buttress in uncontrolled irreverence.
Turning to Marcio, Rosario made him stretch even more on the sofa by standing up and opening her legs while taking a position between them by leaning on her knees in such a way that by plunging the rigid member she prevented the movements of her husband who was in a position of passive immobility; in a matter of minutes Rosario struck with her belly dictating the rhythm of the movements and humiliating the submission of her husband who was prevented from reacting; always dictating the eloquent rhythm swallowing and spitting out the increasingly swifter member, Rosario delighted in the expression stamped on her husband's face that the ribbon was resigned to seeing himself in the situation of atypical immobility for a dominant male forever.
Rosario spared no effort always beating mercilessly, especially knowing that the resistance of her husband had been undermined by the daughter of the maid added to a few glasses of wine and a little bit of still, enjoying the situation to his great pleasure; in the moments when Márcio gave signs of cooling, Rosario took care to stimulate him by contracting the vaginal muscles <unk>biting<unk> the member preventing the partner from reaching his climax; and used this practice several times to the point of Márcio letting go of growling clothes.
"Today, you can have fun whenever I want! You bastard! Do you think the young woman is better?" she whispered in her husband's ear, who immediately begged her forgiveness; unconcerned with her husband's pleas, Rosario spared no physical effort for the deserved punishment and after a long time walked away, freeing the still stiff mast of March.
"Now, my boy, enjoy the hand job, that's what you deserve", she warned with an angry tone, staring at her husband's crisp face. "Go! I want to see you humiliating yourself in a hand job in front of that monument of a woman you dared to despise".
Adopting a defeatist expression, Marcio began to furiously masturbate until he reached the long-awaited climax ejaculating profusely. "From today on, you can climb with whomever you want ..., in the same way I will have the same freedom! And when you want me ..., and I know you will want me a lot! Wait for your turn! "threw Rosario before retreating to the couple's room leaving behind a devastated husband. And that's how Rosario found her freedom without losing her dignity. At first she didn't look for other men, but it was in her new job that she found something to stimulate her; and it all started the same way before ..., with a student named Lauro whose parents, worried about her learning gap with the end of the school year and the closing of the halls, looked for her.
This time, at Rosario's insistence, the first lessons would be taught in the school premises, as at first she did not feel any possible risks of involvement as had happened before by her own will and so it was agreed between the parents, her and the school. In the afternoon, after returning from lunch, Rosario waited for Lauro in a room located in the back of the main building, as in addition to being far from the buzz, it allowed more proximity between student and teacher.
"It's hard to swallow!" he replied in a breathless tone when asked about his exploitation.
"But what is difficult, Lau?" she asked in a worried tone. "What is your difficulty?"
"Yes, ma'am", he said impatiently, "you're taking me seriously.
At that moment the boy stood pointing to the bulging volume pressing on the fabric of his trousers; Rosario did not contain a stunned expression with what his eyes showed him; Lauro seemed to be endowed with a tool of respectful dimension that pulsed scalloped and provocative; and it was not possible for her to restrain herself before that vision. "Are you so because of me? Is this serious?" she inquired with hesitant tone; Lauro merely lowered his head nodding. Rosario then asked him to approach the table what was ordered without loss of time.
With trembling gestures, Lauro opened his trousers exposing his bulging wig whose thickness was impressive; Rosario swallowed dry and recalled everything that had happened in her life, especially in the dishonest betrayal of her husband, deciding that there was no way to escape the call of nature. She took her hand up to the member belting him giving small squeezes as a way to ascertain his rigidity that was impressive. <unk>Look only, Lau ..., we can do something about it, but you need to understand that everything must be confidential ..., you can not tell anyone anything ..., understood?<unk>. Unable to hide his euphoria the boy opened a wide smile nodding with his head.
Rosario knelt before him and after applying a slow handshake tilted his head until his mouth reached the brute licking his glans; after a few licks, she could not resist having him in her mouth sucking the pistol that barely fit whole in her mouth; Lauro who until that moment had remained inert took the attitude of stroking the teacher's hair letting loose little curls. <unk>Fêssora ..., give me a kiss?<unk>, he asked with pleading tone causing enormous uproar in Rosario's feelings that he abandoned the oral caress to stick his lips to him actively teaching as it was a tongue kiss.
Gaining self-confidence, Lauro brought his hands up to Rosario's breasts by squeezing them over the knitted blouse; in response, Rosario moved just far enough away to get rid of the blouse by displaying her full and firm breasts whose stuffy nipples pointed in the direction of the boy's bewildered face; she held his hands and brought them close to her inviting him to touch them; Lauro took them in his hands giving affectionate squeezes without taking his eyes off the teacher's face. "Come, dear! Suck my kisses! I like this very much!" she murmured in an affectionate tone. And what at first seemed shy soon became something torrid and full of impetuosity.
Laura savored the nipples that alternated within her greedy and insatiable mouth leaving Rosario at the mercy of an uncontrollable lust; back to the unrestrained kisses, she took Laura's hand and took it under her skirt making her feel the copious moisture that soaked her panties; in another thoughtless jerk the teacher moved away from the boy just enough to lift the skirt, taking off her panties and setting herself sitting on the table with her legs open caressing the vulva that she displayed to her own partner's covetous eyes.
-Come here, suck my pussy! Look how wet she is! <unk> urged Rosario staring at the tormented face of Lauro who advanced towards him dipping his face between the legs of the female who went on to guide him on how to give him pleasure through his tongue.
Rosario experienced an overwhelming succession of orgasms that made her body tremble in utter uncontrollability making her want more than Lauro's tongue exploring her groin wishing to have that bolt gun filling all her holes. And everything indicated that they would progress in this direction were it not for some noises denouncing the presence of strangers coming from the corridor forcing the couple to recompose as quickly as possible.
"Fessora, I want more!" Lauro blurted out in an agonized tone and with a puzzled look, holding Rosario by the arm that wasted no time in unhinging itself so as not to attract attention.
- Be calm <unk> she answered with a tone almost whispered staring at Lauro's face <unk> tomorrow we will have the class at my house ..., notify your parents, okay?
Lauro nodded his head exhibiting a euphoric expression as they parted with formality; Rosario returned home feeling a mixture of excitement with hesitation, since the last experience had resulted in her almost personal disgrace and she did not want to repeat the same experience in this new and unexpected situation. The next day, after classes Rosario arranged with Lauro that he would go to her house after lunch and was surprised when at the agreed time the boy appeared in front of her door exhibiting a faded look and a lascivious expression. Rosario was happy because Marcio was traveling on business returning only at the end of the week which would give both of them total freedom.
After receiving it, Rosario found herself seized by tremendous fear with bitter memories roaming her mind urging her to give up the attempt causing her to try to argue with Lauro so that both would not proceed in that insane and dangerous adventure; however, there was no time for this since the boy grabbed her by the waist with his eager mouth looking for the fleshy lips of the brunette who ended up surrendering to the inevitable; both were involved in a whirlwind of kisses and groping that soon resulted in crazy gestures for both to take off their naked clothes by advancing to something more daring.
Rosario then took the boy by the hand and led him to the couple's room where he threw himself on the bed spreading his legs in a gesture of provocation; Lauro did not make a plea nesting between the legs of the teacher dipping his face until his eager tongue find the burning and moistened grate that soon began to be savored by the edges demonstrating that the boy had improved his orality that soon provoked the first intense orgasms sweeping the body of Rosario who was giving himself of body and soul, moaning and sighing with enormous anxiety. <unk>Ahnn! How tasty that now ..., come, fuck me with this pistol, my darling machine! <unk> she asked, between gulps and moans leaving Lauro suddenly running to put on herself letting the teacher drive the laughing tool into her own warm, hot gruel.
Like any inexperienced teenager, Lauro initiated a bunny copulation with frenetic and somewhat unhinged movements, forcing Rosario to take the reins of the situation by squeezing the boy's buttocks, pulling him towards her, forcing a deep penetration that made her release a prolonged groan. "Move slowly ..., cadence, entering and leaving me and let the rhythm say what comes next!" she whispered in the ear of the partner who stared at the teacher's face and smiled here. It was then that Lauro gained rhythm and depth, provoking an almost endless succession of orgasms that agitated her body with shivering senses running in all directions, leaving her in such a state of agitation that the screams and gasps in her throat reverberated in her throat between broken throats.
Lauro soon exhibited a remarkable performance that made Rosario remember Luciano and what their relationship would have been if they had not fallen into disgrace, and because of this she tightened her partner's waist as if she wanted to have him inside her forever; the bodies agitated in perfect synchrony endowed with movements harmonized by the complicity enjoyed by the couple and Rosario was increasingly impressed with Lauro's speed in improving himself with clear dedication to providing both of them with the best intercourse of their lives.
-Argh! Ahnnn! Goose! Goose inside me! <unk> shouted Rosary with hallucinating tone when Lauro announced that his goose was approaching <unk> Fill my fucking bucket, my little machine!
Voicing a hoarse grunt straining all his muscles, Lauro reached his climax ejaculating with torrential profusion, flooding Rosario's bowels who in turn contorted uncontrollably now moaning, now screaming, now sighing. The sweaty and exhausted bodies lay inert on the bed with their gasping breaths and their lustful glances exchanging smiles. The afternoon progressed towards the night finding the couple exchanging kisses and caresses until Rosario advised Lauro to get ready, for he would soon have to return to his home.
-But, can I come back? <unk> he asked with an anxious tone without hiding his concern <unk> we can be together more often ..., so ..., together ..., naked ..., can we?
-Uh, my beautiful! In what depends on me you can come back as many times as you want! <unk> answered Rosario holding Lauro's face between his hands <unk> but do not forget one thing: no one can know what we do when we are together ..., do you swear to me to keep everything a secret?
Lauro did not hesitate to nod his head in acquiescence to Rosario's demand, who smiled again, sealing his lips with more kisses; some time later Lauro, already recovered, said goodbye to his teacher who stood at the door of the room watching the boy walk away with wide steps. And in the following months the meetings, or rather, the private lessons, evolved into a torrid learning in which Rosario was responsible for teaching Lauro all the techniques for obtaining a mutual sensory pleasure and full of intensity. In the social environment, Lauro learned to avoid public demonstrations of his feelings towards his teacher who in turn acted in the same way with the necessary sobriety and distancing.
However, fate proved to be the teacher's executioner and came in the form of an unscrupulous and profiteering man; his name was Orozimbo, better known as Zimbo who acted in the school as a kind of Bedel and Secretary; for more than once, Rosario noticed the greedy look that Zimbo had on his body making a point of using vulgar expressions whenever both of them saw themselves alone at certain times of the day; at first the teacher not only rejected the unabashed harassment of the subject but also sought to put him in his place of insignificance.