.. I couldn't help myself, and apparently, neither could she. Without noticing she had already pulled my cock out and was stroking it to the rhythm of...her moaning. I switched nipples, and she changed her pace, now rubbing my cock head against her pussy lips her moans became shorter and more frequent. My cock was jumping at the opportunity of penetrating her as I pulled away from her tits I kissed her. Our tongues began to dance as I felt her melt in my arms, my cock resting between her pussy. He walked up to my kneeling form and stopped in front of me. I reached out to grab his penis, now fully erect."Mmmmmmm," I said. "This looks nice today Bill. I think you might be going home with a sore dick," said with glint in my eye as I positioned my mouth to take in his penis. I let just the head in and lolled my tongue over it and then with just the head in my mouth I began short stroking it, in and out with my lips never going past the ring behind the head. This clearly was to Bills. Suddenly my husband asked his friend to prove his theory about pain and pleasure, the later I was now deep into as each millimetre of tongue movement made me week at the knees and beg for more.I was still bent over facing my husband as he got out of his seat, now supplementing his tongue with his fingers thrusting into my vagina with force and he remarked to my husband how much I needed to be fucked and he was offering to fuck me and discipline me.'You ready Mariel, you fucking dirty slut'?. Pat was a great teacher. Something about her though, made her seem approachable, so I approached. English questions, naturally. How do you get a foot in the door as a writer? She took me to some readings at the university. After about a month and a half of hanging out, things progressed. One of us kissed the other one. I honestly don't remember who initiated. Maybe we just collided.Seventeen year old student and a teacher. Pat knew what could happen. We were very discreet. I graduated. Turned.