Professor Ana Lúcia is the author of

I've always lived in small towns, where everyone knows everyone else. Where I live, in the high school of the city, there is a teacher who since my high school days, back in the years 98/2000, has a reputation for being a jerk, for cheating on her husband with students or former students, always younger than her. When she was in high school, she was, shall we say, at the peak of her beauty. She was in her late 20s, maybe 30 at the time. She lived at the academy, rich husband, always with the best clothes, well made-up, hair always done, always smelling. Back then, I remember the gym shorts I used to see her wear on the street, and in high school, it was jeans, always tight, that looked like they were vacuumed. Short, big breasts, tough, thin waist, big ass, thick legs, there wasn't even a show at the time, but 10 years ago it would have been called "panicat style". Green eyes, a look that seduces even those who don't like fruit. Back in high school, I doubted the stories people told about her. "Fulani has already eaten". "Beltrano has already won a kiss". It was like that old story about the girl who meets you on the beach, eats there and no one sees or knows, almost like the abduction stories, it's always a friend of a friend of a friend... Anyway, time passed and I never knew what was true and what was legend. As an adult, in the age of social networks, Facebook and Instagram, one day a friend, girlfriend of another friend, came and said: - So, did you eat Ana Lucia or not? - What about me? - Yeah, well yourself. - Yeah, but where'd that come from? - Stop, Paulo... he makes a fool of you. - Yeah, but I don't have anything against her. - just because you don't want to - What do you mean? - open your Facebook there. My friend then started showing me my photos, publications and other things. In many, many, there were likes from teacher Ana Lúcia, there were comments praising, but always very formal. I never imagined that it was anything other than networked interaction. Instagram, same thing, likes on photos on pretty much all of them. - I can see that, Paulo. - What's that got to do with it? - It's because I know her, Paulo. - translates to... - I know when she starts like this, it's because she wants to give. - so it's all true about her? You're so light and so dumb. I only talked to her in high school. What do you want? - So the tip is, my friend... that if it were me, I'd have taken it long ago. - I know... you're lighter than me. - I just don't get it anymore 'cause in a small town you know how it is. It's too messy. - I'm glad you're not a man, I wouldn't have any pepper left for me. - has for all of us, my friend... The night passed, but it stayed in my head. I posted a few photos to do a test. Bingo. Among the first likes was Ana Lucia's. I kept an eye on her posts, and on the first story she posted, I interacted, praising, pulling conversation, like someone who wants nothing. Talk here, talk there, she asked me what I was going to do that night, cold Friday, nothing to do. - I'm going to the rental company to get a movie to watch. I like movies, too. She was an English teacher, and I asked her if she gave private lessons, and she said no one had ever asked her to do that. I was circling, walking along the edges, feeling if the ground was as firm as they said or if I was going to fall into a trap, until I said that if she knew of any teacher or teacher, she could pass my phone. I gave her my number, but I didn't ask for hers. We talked about movies, and at the end she said that her husband had arrived, and I said that I would go to the rental company, which was on the corner of my building. I get there, I look at what's available, I'm off chatting with the owner, when, to my surprise, who shows up? Yes, Ana Lucia enters the rental car looking at me like a cat looking at its prey. She got close, watched the movies over there, talked a little with the owner too, who is known to all and good square. He asked about a movie, went to see if it had been returned, turned his back on us. That's all it took for her to get close enough to rub her foot on my leg. Her perfume was delicious, and the feeling of her passing her leg, even if it wasn't too much, drove me crazy with a boner. I looked at her, she smiled and made a signal to the cell phone, then to the street. At the door, he gave a smile, a "goodbye, boys", and walked out. I looked at my phone and there was a message from her: "Silver sapphire in front of your building. Back door". My heart raced, a warmth went up my dick, I couldn't believe it. I picked up some film, I said goodbye to the landlord, who gave a little laugh that I now understand with a "I know what's going on", but at the time I didn't realize. I got out, looked to my right and saw, across the street, behind a truck, almost in front of the entrance to the building where I lived, a silver sapphire parked. I crossed the street, got close to the car. As I approached, I heard the "click" of the door opening. I pulled the doorknob and heard a "quickly enter and close the door". I obeyed. I went in. I closed the door. - Hey there . - Hi, teacher. - I love it when they call me teacher haha She had a kind of hoarse voice. I've been wanting to talk to you like this for a long time. - Is that right, teacher? - It's... what happened that you decided to call me to talk, Paulo? - I lost my shyness and decided to bring it up. - Are you ashamed? - a little... That's not what I heard. - Is that right? - It's... I hear you're quite the catch. - People talk too much . - they do... but it's good, so we'll know the roads... - It's the truth. - So, Paulo... you're interested in learning another language... - very much, if the teacher can teach me... - ashamed... I know... She said that, smiled and leaned her body to my side, which I did the same in her direction. We made out. Delicious kiss, with the tongue filling the spaces the right way, the lips thick and warm, almost pulsating. - You kiss well Paul, you know what you do - You too . We just kept kissing until it got a little warmer and we started to cling to each other, forgetting that we were in her car in front of my building. I put my hand underneath the wool blouse she was wearing, released the bra with two fingers. - you son of a... I put my hand on her breasts, hard, big, silicone, perfect. I lifted my blouse, which was already lying on the car seat. I sucked on her breasts, and I reached down to unzip my pants. To my surprise, it was already unbuttoned and with the zipper down. I looked down at her with my hand inside her panties: - that bitch... She smiled and opened her leg. The trousers were tight, and it was hard to get them down past the butt, which was big, but firm, and the thighs were also big and hard. - You 're very hot . I went down with my head, and I smelled a little bit of washcloth, and I fell on my mouth, and it was all moldy, and the clitoris was excited, and the washcloth was wet and hot, and it was ready to be eaten. She'd already stroked my dick over my pants and knew it was going to explode hard. - What am I going to make fun of ? - Have a good time. - No, I want your stick. I sat down, pulled my pants down, and before I could get on top of her, she came up, grabbed my dick, hard and half-lipped. - Tasty wood - all of it She bit her lips, lowered her head and started sucking my dick. ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪ This is it ♪ ♪ This is it ♪ I heard footsteps and I saw a person coming down the sidewalk. - Shh... there's someone coming. - Are you scared? - No, but I... She looked into my eyes, and she kept fucking my dick with her mouth, just taking care to move less, so the car wouldn't sway. The person walked by and didn't even look at the car. Ana Lucia stopped sucking, leaving my dick completely licked by her mouth, with a little liquid from my own dick. - What are you doing? - Hi . - How are you ? - I don't have a condom, you don't have one? - not - so now it won't roll I always take care of myself. - No... not without a condom. - Just a little bit to feel your warmth - not - A cook? I want to feel your dick, but I don't like it without a condom. - You sucked him off, it makes no difference. - You are fire, Paulo... - You who are fire, drive me mad - Yeah... but you can't mock inside, please. - I promise . We both had our trousers up to our knees, so she couldn't sit facing me, so she sat on her back with her ass facing me, and she held my dick, and I felt myself entering her pussy. I was surprised how tight it was. - You 're too tight . - I work out, Paulo. - Ahhh... whoa... - hit your dick... fuck me! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Watching that huge ass go up and down, feeling her mouth boiling on my dick was a never-ending boner. I had to concentrate really hard and breathe deeply so I wouldn't mock. She felt like I was at my limit, controlling myself so I wouldn't fill her fucking pussy. I'd kick her ass, which would push her ass back, so my finger would get in her ass. - Let me eat your ass, let me - I can 't today . - Why is that? - I didn't suck, I can't - shredded We didn't care if the car was swaying or not, if there were people passing by, we didn't see anything, we just enjoyed that delicious fuck. - Are you almost making fun of Paulo? - I almost... - for the love of God... - Relax, I won't make fun of you inside. - Let me know I 'm out . - I know. I know. A few more shots, holding her breasts, and I had to warn her not to break her trust. - Better stop... than almost making fun of you. She came down from the top, she went to the side, she grabbed my stick, she felt my pulse, and she was hard as stone, but she wasn't mocked. He put his head down and started sucking again. ♪ I'm the one ♪ ♪ I'm the one ♪ - ahhh... hmmmm... like this... ahhh... like this I'll have fun She didn't even bother to answer and kept sucking, making movements with her tongue that only professionals can do with that mastery. - I'm going to have fun... She continued until I felt my milk pouring into Ana Lucia's mouth, who continued to suck my dick, one, two, three, until it slowed down and I felt her pulse stop. She's there, firm on the blow, sucking until she feels my dick lose its vigor and diminish its volume. He looked at me, licking my dick and sucking it, cleaning it up in a way that wouldn't even make my underwear mouldy afterwards. She got up, sat down, pulled her pants up, closed them, asked for help with her bra. He put on his blouse. We kissed a little more. - What's your number? - What do you want? - to make the next one, I want to fuck you a lot more She smiled and handed me the number. - You're going to the motel? - It's hard to get out, neither Paulo... husband suspects - in the car again then? - Do you live alone? - Moro - a lot of people in the building? - three floors, three apartments per floor. - My hours are flexible. - so is mine. - in the morning I can finish a lesson earlier, can you at that time? - It's perfect for me. - then it'll work out. - That's good, teacher, I'm already craving more - Me, too. We agreed to keep in touch. As I was getting out of the car, she looked at me and said, - Remember the condom, then I do what you want - you 'll have a stockpile - I have to go now. - Bye, teacher - Bye, sweetheart. I closed the door, and I saw her go into the front seat of the car. I went upstairs and I couldn't believe what had happened. About 40 minutes later, a photo arrived on my phone. A picture of the little redhead with a caption "I got all baked with your tasty dick. I miss it already. Ps. Don't answer I'm going to the bedroom now. " I got all horny and punched myself in the shower thinking about her. Soon she'd be in my bed, in my shower, on my couch... we'd enjoy each other sometimes. I never told that story to anyone because I didn't want to lose the trust of that teacher who taught me so much, but it wasn't in English class... ---------------------------- merely illustrative photos to give you an idea of what Ana Lucia's ass looked like ------------------------