24 Teacher NTR 2 *R18

As Martin stammered and John caressed the teacher's buttocks, Dalia cut through the silence with a gasp.

"We forgot the camping gear!" Dalia exclaimed and Martin's eyes widened. Once again, they both left, leaving John and Julia alone. 

Just as they left, Julia turned around and deadpanned, "what do you think you're doing? My husband was right there."

John snorted, turning sideways towards Julia, "are you going to tell me that you didn't enjoy it?"

"What? Of course not, I'm a married woman!" She retorted, her voice sharp.

John stepped forward. She took a step back. She did not know what he was up to, but it couldn't be good. 

As he cornered Julia against the wall, he lifted her chin and she just stood there. She felt funny. Just seconds ago, she had been telling him off, but now, what was this expectation she was feeling? 

Julia's chest heaved with frantic breaths and as John got closer, he flattened her breasts against her. He straddled her, his leg grazed her cleft and she flinched. He stared into her eyes, they were a puddle of nerves.

He brought his right hand to her face. Unconsciously, she nuzzled herself in his hand. His thumb explored her face until it landed on her lips. She stared at him, her eyes blank, no thoughts in her head. She could feel the rough texture of his thumb as he traced circles on her lips and her mind went numb.

On auto-pilot, her lips parted, allowing entrance to his thumb. John felt her warm, wet tongue coil around his thumb. He felt the vibrations on his thumb as her eyes rolled backwards and moaned. His cock growing harder at the immorality of it all. His own former teacher, every student's wet dream, a married woman and an ageless beauty at that.

He glanced down at her massive breasts and reached with his left hand. He roughly turned and squeezed, and a muffled moan escaped Julia's lips.

"Wait, please... this is too much," she pleaded, wiping the string of saliva hanging from her lips.

John smirked, "what a naughty teacher you are, look at this," he said, but his eyes never left hers. Before she could wonder what he meant, he turned and twisted her nipple. She felt a jolt of electricity splitting her in half as she tensed and cried out, "AHH! John, no..."

He continued rolling and tugging her nipple over her shirt, igniting her body. With his thumb now free from her wetness, he grabbed her hair with a fist. Julia felt overwhelmed, as if she had lost control, but strangely, this was not a feeling she hated.

"Stop resisting," he whispered, his voice hot and steamy as if it was sex itself, "you want this."

He pulled at her hair and forced her face to a horizontal position. He leaned in, his lips almost touching hers. 

"Say you don't want this and I will stop," he offered. She bit her lip and as she was about to utter words, he shoved his hand between her legs, expertly sliding below her skirt and cupping her warm, wet sex. She jerked, shocked at John's boldness. 

She grit her teeth, trying to contain a moan from escaping, but then he massaged and rubbed her tender flesh. The squelch of his massage faded as Julia moaned in pleasure, her knees bending inwards. 

"Such a sweet, tender pussy you have, my teacher," John whispered as he continued the onslaught of his fingers. He felt her cleft tighten around his finger when he said the word teacher and he grinned ear-to-ear. Something leaped up inside him as he revelled in that feeling of control over someone. 

He exaggerated a sigh and teased, "such a naughty teacher you are. Is this your kink? The student-teacher roleplay?"

Julia squeezed her legs shut to stop the onslaught of pleasure crashing through her body.

"I... AH! No, it's not like that..." she stammered in between moans, but her denial only served to confirm John's theory. 

"Shhh, it's fine, teacher. I swear I won't tell anyone. It's just you and me here. Come on, feel it. Feel how much I want you, my teacher," he said as he caught her wrist with force and pulled her hand towards his hard rod, pulsing with lust. 

"No, this is wrong," she cried. The irony wasn't lost in John as he felt her small, soft hands moving up and down his cock despite her words. John closed his eyes as he revelled in the feeling, but frustration took over him. The feeling of her hands over his pants wasn't enough.

Frustrated, John swiftly pulled his cock out of his pants. Julia's eyes widened and a weird thought crossed her mind. She thought John could win a competition of pulling one's cock out of their pants, but before she could laugh at the absurdity of her thoughts, he grabbed her hand tight and forced her fingers to coil around his hard, veiny cock.

Julia gulped, she had never seen a penis this big. How was this possible, she thought? It was double, no, triple the size of her husband's. Was John's too big or her husband's too small? Julia's thoughts were so jumbled she could not even realise the immorality of her own thoughts. 

As the pair engaged in that sexual dance, a pair of ocean blue eyes pierced the erotic scene. A delicate hand with fair skin covered a pair of rosy lips. 

It was Dalia.

They were having trouble moving the camping gear and Martin had sent her to call for help. Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected to witness this scene. She watched in awe, everything seemed fantastic, but what she focused on was John's bulging rod.

She had never seen one and she could not take her eyes away from it. John's dominance over the former teacher had caught her off-guard. Julia was a figure of authority, but she was helpless under John's onslaught. 

She felt a little tickle and she unconsciously lowered her hand towards her wet cleft. Her eyes were a haze of pre-orgasmic sex. Her body so out of coordination that she grounded her hips into her own fingers instead of moving her hands. She watched the scene with fascination as she rocked her hips until a moan broke out of her lips...