“You haven’t done anything wrong, Carl. There’s nothing wrong with admiring a pretty woman.”
“Well, maybe not, but what about when she turns over on her back while I’m rubbing lotion onto her, and she doesn’t have her top on and she puts my hands on her breasts? Is that wrong Mrs. O’Keefe?”
Courtney was momentarily speechless. Carl continued.
“Or what about when she puts her hand in my swim suit, or when she pulls down my trunks and puts me in her mouth, or when she pulls me on top of her and wraps her legs around me and we fuck. Is that wrong, Mrs. O’Keefe?”
Had he really said that? Courtney tried to control her breathing. Her lips trembled and her legs were shaking. The images flashing through her head made her nipples swell and her pussy leak. She was searching for words but they wouldn’t come.
“Take the next left and follow it all the way to the end,”
Carl directed, pointing toward a road he knew led to a dead end in an empty, secluded field. Courtney turned without a second thought, her mind a chaotic blur as erotic images of Carl fucking his neighbor swirled through her head. She was desperate to regain some semblance of control over her racing heart.
“Carl, I… um—it’s not your fault, but…”
she began, her voice trembling.
He cut her off mid-sentence.
“The thing is, Mrs. O’Keefe, it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Nothing like the girls in high school. She goes so crazy and just can’t get enough of me. I don’t think her husband keeps her satisfied at all. Just because she’s married doesn’t mean she has to stop enjoying life, does it? Do you think it’s wrong, Mrs. O’Keefe?”
They reached the dead end. Courtney killed the car, paralyzed by confusion over what to say or do next. Carl reached over, turned off the motor, and dropped his heavy hand onto her thigh.
“Does your husband keep you satisfied, Mrs. O’Keefe? Is there something I can help you with?”
Carl’s hand slid further up her leg, disappearing under her skirt. Courtney knew she had to stop this before it spiraled completely out of control, but as she placed her hand on his arm, her own body seemed to be screaming for his touch.
“Carl, we can’t do this. I’m your teacher.”
His hand cupped her pussy. His fingers pressed into the crotch of her damp panties. He rubbed one along her slit and pressed against her clit.
Courtney gasped. Jolts of pleasure surged through her body. Her hand was still on his arm but she couldn’t force herself to pull it away. Her legs parted almost as if they had a will of their own. Carl’s fingers moved under the damp crotch and into the folds of her tingling pussy. She moaned as two fingers pushed into her body. His thumb rubbed her clit while he fingered her cunt. Courtney’s breathing became unsteady. She was going to have an orgasm. Before that happened, Carl pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Courtney needed to finish. Why did he stop? She was so close. Carl grabbed his teacher’s hand and pulled it into his lap. He had taken out his cock. Courtney felt the naked flesh. It was hard and throbbing with life.
No, she thought, I won’t do it. Her hand betrayed her. She wrapped her fingers around the swollen shaft and stroked. A trickle of sticky fluid oozed onto her hand.
Carl was sure that the rest would be easy. Mrs. O’Keefe had done nothing to stop him. In fact she had cooperated every step of the way. He slid his
hands under her blouse and pushed up her bra. His fingers tweaked her hard nipples. He put his hand to the back of his teacher’s neck and pushed her head down towards his lap.