A special little teacher (final part)

One day, at the end of class when Rosario was preparing to return home, but still inside the room of the faculty that was almost deserted, she was approached by Zimbo whose posture was more daring than usual. "I need to talk to you ..., it is a matter of your interest ..., take this and read!" he said, extending a small piece of paper; the teacher hesitated to accept thinking to give him a moral lesson, but noticed something in Zimbo's look ..., something threatening. She took the paper from his hand and without saying a word even walked away from him towards the exit. Already far from the school, Rosario did not contain the curiosity to know the content of what seemed to her a ticket. <unk>I know of your involvement with the moleque Lauro. If you want my silence he has a price. Tomorrow afternoon I expect you in the cafeteria of Dona Lucia. Do not be late and do not dare not appear!<unk>, said the text written in cursive handwriting to the inkhorn. Rosario's reaction was immediate and resounding taken by an uncontrollable wave of fear fearing once again for her privacy and already imagining the disgrace surrounding her life. That night she could not close her eyes seeing herself forced to still hide her appreciation of her husband that even knowing of her involvement with a student she had no idea that everything could unravel as before. In the afternoon of the next day, Rosario went to the canteen of Dona Lucia which was in a distant alley from the city center and which was little known with very low frequency; as soon as he entered he found Zimbo sitting behind a table sipping a beer and seeing her opened a discreet smile that seemed to contain a hint of sarcasm. Rosario sat opposite the subject and when the owner came to write down her request she limited herself to asking for a coffee. "Don't be rude! You know very well what I want ..., I want to fuck you very nice, you ordinary bitch!" Rosario replied with a whispered tone when he wanted to know his intentions. "First of all, I'm not a slut, much less ordinary!" she retorted forcefully. "And who told you I'm going to give myself to you?" -All right, forgive me for the low-key verbiage <unk> replied Zimbo, seemingly restrained <unk> Now, you will be my little whore ..., otherwise the first to know about your shenanigans with the moleque Lauro will be his parents! And then ..., well, then you know what will come, don't you? ..., it will be very similar to what happened in the capital ..., what was the name of the other moleque? ..., Ah! Yes ..., Luciano. Hearing those words, Rosario saw her life transformed into a house of cards collapsing in front of a threatening breeze; defeated and unable to outline a reaction she was facing a real threat and wanted to know from Zimbo how they could solve the situation. "Well, it's very simple, little teacher! You serve me a few times and I'll forget everything I know! But you have some simple conditions!" Zimbo replied when questioned. -And what are the conditions, you hothead! <unk> she asked in an irritated and impatient tone. "Calm down, Rosario, all in good time", he replied mockingly, "but for the sake of conversation, you can go over there, take off your panties and give them to me". Before sketching out a reaction, Rosario observed the subject before him closely; Orozimbo was a colorful black man with thick lips, broad-shouldered and always sporting a cheeky smile; without a shadow of a doubt he was a male desirable to any female; returning to reality, Rosario got up and went to the shelter where he took off his red lace panties returning to the hall. "Here you are, you cocksucker!" she whispered, spreading the intimate piece under the table. "Make good use of it!" -Of course I will, but I will have more benefit from you sucking my stick <unk> he replied with the same ironic tone <unk> Here, this is my address ..., I'll see you tomorrow after school ... I can't do that! <unk> interrupted Rosario feigning indignation <unk> Have you ever thought if they see me entering your house... - Don't worry that no one will see! - he said emphatically. - And even if that happens, what's left? After all, your husband lives pecking away at the chicken coop and everyone knows it, including you, I suppose! The awkward silence weighed between them with Zimbo displaying an expression of regret, even outlining an apology. "All right, you bastard! I'll meet you tomorrow!" she snapped at Rosario, preventing Zimbo from opening his mouth. Suddenly, she got up and left. On the way back home, she thought about the statement about her husband; even not seeking to know about Marcio's extramarital affairs, Rosario kept a measured fury and because of this thought that meeting with Orozimbo would be a great way to give change to her husband. In the afternoon of the following day, Rosario walked with uncertain footsteps down the narrow alleyway flanked by well-kept old houses, presenting a typical atmosphere in some inland towns where the weather crept in a bucolic climate; in front of the grated iron gate of Zimbo's house, she hesitated for a moment, pondering the possibility of retreating by playing with luck; however, something inside her impelled her to move forward; as soon as she knocked on the aged wooden door it opened bringing before her the manly figure of Zimbo who was shirtless wearing only a pair of beat-up shorts. Rosario stared at that broad, hairless breastplate that most seemed to have been sculpted meticulously by mother nature who gave special attention to her creature. Zimbo invited her in, leading her to a living room that, although it looked rustic, also presented itself well-kept. "Take off your clothes, teacher! I want to appreciate the material that makes the school girl crazy!" he demanded firmly, but without rudeness. Sitting in control of the situation, Rosario pushed Zimbo to sit on the sofa from where he would enjoy the upcoming spectacle. With measured and cadenced movements, Rosario stood naked before Zimbo, who was already caressing the protruding volume pulsating inside his shorts, testifying that the subject was dominated by the lust of the private show that the teacher offered him. Naked, Rosario approached the sofa, kneeling between the legs of the male that she herself had separated, allowing him to take a position; after many maledictive palpations on Zimbo's shorts, she helped him get rid of him by exposing a peg of alarming dimensions; Rosario did not count on stamping on his face an expression of stupefaction in front of that large and thick chest whose rigidity pulsated before his eyes as if he had his own will. The teacher no longer wished to waste time falling flat on Bedel's pistol presenting him with an unforgettable blowjob celebrated by countless moans and grunts of the male who found himself subjected to the oral skill of the partner who struggled to retain that enormous bandage inside his eager and clever mouth. And the anxiety was of such a magnitude that Rosario could not contain the urge to sit facedown on Zimbo rubbing her thirsty vulva into the manly tool while offering her breasts so that he could taste them as they deserved; Zimbo bound her by the waist delighting in the stuffy nipples that alternated within her mouth now sucking, now licking, and at other times just kissing them with boundless passion. At one point, Zimbo jerked Rosario trying to fit it in such a way that the broad glans brushed her vulva leaving the distraught female feeling invaded by the manly piece. <unk> Get me down! Get me down with that juicy, plucky male!<unk> She muttered before her mouth was fiercely invaded by the tongue of several kissing seals. When Zimbo responded to Rosary's pleas by lowering her body as she gnawed her waist trying to wrap the pyre inside herself, the fit was perfectly harmonized by the pulsating masculine vigor inside the woman who groaned and sighed anxiously and excitedly; with her hands resting on her partner's shoulders the teacher led the copula up and down on the stick enjoying the mind-blowing sensation of her vulva being contracted and stretching and relaxing the entire musculature with the brute going in and out in the rhythm dictated by her. Surprisingly, Zimbo stood up holding the female by the lower part of her thighs and began to dictate a new rhythm of movements raising and lowering her body as if she had no weight; Zimbo showed himself not only an anatomically gifted male but also a man who knew the secrets of a delirious and pleasurable sex that Rosario had never experienced in his entire life; abandoning the way that encounter took place, she now saw herself given over to an overwhelming succession of orgasms that erupted inside her vibrating not only in her body but also in her mind and spirit, granting her a totally new way to enjoy the pleasure provided by a male that extrapolated all the boundaries she had known and explored until then. Some time later, Rosario no longer had any control over her body which continued to be plagued by endless waves of ever-intense teasing that her partner granted her without showing any sign of cooling down; although she already felt her burning vulva, she had no intention of surrendering by pleading with her partner and made every possible effort to enjoy the lasciviousness he offered as long as she could have him to herself. And the sweaty bodies with panting breaths exchanged a few times as possible, with Zimbo allowing Rosario the knight to show off his prowess as a sexual amazon, and for another moment putting her in the position of a puppy on the couch from behind burying his rigid tool deep in the well-humidified, well-armed grotto. And the male's delight only dawned when Rosario begged him to flood his bowels with his sperm load; Zimbo insisted that they return to the original position with him sitting on the couch and her coming over him face to face; it was then up to the teacher to engage in ravenous movements as the male returned to savoring his nipples until he let out a hoarse growling straightening his musculature at the same time as the member pulsed impertinently inside her culminating in a profuse ejaculation that left her drenched in hot, thick semen; in the next moment, Rosario was embraced by Zimbo in a complicity of almost gasping breaths, dirty skin, and trembling flesh whose end was a protracted frenzy in tongues that still digested under the effect of the orgasmic kiss. And such was the effort unleashed by the couple that they eventually fell asleep heavily; some time later, Zimbo was awakened by feeling Rosario licking her member that she held affectionately in her hands; that warm tongue began to achieve the desired effect by causing the masculinity of the male to be reborn from the ashes by operating a new and incredible erection. <unk>Argh! Ahnn! My little teacher is wanting more of her male?<unk>, asked Zimbo in a naughty tone as she stroked Rosary's hair. "Yes! Yes! I want more! I want all that I deserve!" she replied with an exasperated tone holding the already rigid pistol in her hands facing the male's face. "I want this cocksucker to fuck my ass!" "Whatever my little teacher wants!" he snapped as he listened to that emphatic request displaying an expression of happiness. Immediately the pair set off for a half-nine where they could feast on their own flavours at the same time as Zimbo dabbled in the anal saddle exploiting his resistance to the sound of the partner's tormented moans. "No! I want the front! I want you looking at your female's face!" she replied when Zimbo asked if she preferred the puppy position, causing a huge impact on the male who once again smiled. Rosario placed a pillow under his back lifting his body and leaving the briocho exposed while taking care to open and flex his legs holding them under his knees. Properly positioned, Zimbo took care to rub his fist upside down before rejoicingly striking vigorously. Rosario did not restrain his scream as the broad glans laced the hole, breaking its resistance and advancing into its interior; Zimbo waited a moment for Rosario to become accustomed to the brute and then struck again with force, putting the bang until it was entirely buried in the teacher's arched hole; then began a hallucinatory sequence of blows that shook the female body that in turn did not miss the opportunity to rub her clitoris obtaining another wave of delirious orgasms. Zimbo once again showed himself a partner endowed with impressive virility, something that enchanted his partner who had never enjoyed pleasure with a man, feeling overwhelmed by the need to know him as if he belonged to an indescribable experience. And at the moment when the impetuous joy of the male rushed into his bowels provided by seemingly endless waves of semen, Rosario enjoyed a hallucinatory sensation taken over by a final orgasm that shook his body making her shake involuntarily. Zimbo remained firm although his muscles were still tightly held waiting for his member to slowly fade until sliding out of the dilated orifice allowing him to glimpse the filet of sperm flowing copiously from inside. "Don't be silly, little teacher! Leave all this behind and come live with me! I am the right man for you!" said Zimbo when Rosario showed anger. At first she still resisted the idea of throwing her life away and living an adventure alongside Orozimbo, but soon realized that it would be the most important adventure of her life and that perhaps it would become something more than an adventure; stirring up the betrayals of her husband who squabbled from bed to bed with younger women and also fearing the imminent risks of his adventure with Lauro, Rosario eventually gave up, suggesting to Zimbo that they both flee to live a new life full of achievements; and from night to day the couple disappeared without a trace, leaving behind an existence that had proved incomplete for her before meeting Orozimbo; Márcio sank into drink and found himself impoverished with the lovers drying up their reserves.