I just fucked this ebony teacher in her car

The sun was high in the cloudless sky, baking the cement schoolyard in its relentless heat. Laughter and chatter echoed off the walls as students milled about enjoying their lunch break. But for one schoolgirl, the party atmosphere did little to lighten her sultry, soulful eyes. She wasn’t in the mood to mingle or play. Her mind was preoccupied, consumed with thoughts of her handsome teacher that Doris could never quite shake.

You had always found Mrs. Davis’ youthful, petite frame and close-cut Afro-fro enticing, but it was more than just her physical beauty. Her fiery intellect, rich skin tone and infectious optimism were what stirred your heart. You lusted for her company, her mind, even her blazing spirit. The age gap that once separated you felt more trivial each day, yet you never imagined the feelings were mutual – until you saw the way she gazed upon you each in class, undressing you with those captivating deep brown eyes.

In a bold move, you had texted her earlier that day to meet you by the school’s back gate just before the last bell. But now that the moment was almost upon you, nerves were getting the best of you. What if she said no? What if she gave you some spiel about student-teacher boundaries and respect? You shook those thoughts away as you spotted her petite, shapely figure approaching from the distance.

Her skin seemed to dance with a golden tan under the bright sunlight poking through the nearby trees. The navy school uniform she wore hugged her fit, athletic frame well, particularly the way it accentuated her perky chest. She approached with a wicked glimmer in her eye, a striking contrast to her normally composed demeanor.

“Well well, aren’t you a naughty boy?” she chided with an upturned smirk as she reached you, intentionally brushing her breast against your arm. “I told you I was flattered you thought of me, but coming to school grounds? This is awfully dangerous… and exciting.”

Your breath caught. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you admitted, grasping her hand. “I wanted to be close to you.”

She squeezed your hand back, turning to scan the area before leading you to her parked car. The minute the doors shut, she was all over you, clawing hungrily at your shirt buttons as her lips found yours in an intense, passionate kiss. The feeling of her ample bosom on your chest almost made you dizzy with desire.

“Oh my god I need you so bad,” she panted between kisses, hurriedly tugging off her suit jacket. “Tell me you want this as much as I do, baby.”

“Yes, Mrs. D,” you groaned, mirroring her by yanking off your own clothes until you were bare from the waist up. Your hand found its way to her thigh, slowly sliding upwards towards her throbbing heat. “I’ll never stop wanting you.”

She gasped in delight and arched her back as your fingers grazed her triangle, before promptly dismissing your hand and climbing over your lap. You firmly gripped her lithe hips as she unzipped your pants and released your hard, aching member, letting out a bit of a moan at the pleasure of the cold air on your skin.

Lifting her skirt, she lifted herself up and positioned herself over your dribbling shaft, descending upon it inch by delicious inch. She threw her tousled, dark hair back in ecstasy as she enveloped you in her dripping folds, grinding and rolling her hips into yours once completely stuffed. The lewd, suckling sounds of her slick pussy filled the air as she began riding you with wild abandon.

Feeling her earth-shattering warmth and matching her frenzied pace, you bucked back into her, digging your fingers into her plump, sweat-moistened behind. You grudgingly registered a knock on the window as you lost yourself in her undulating hips before the car suddenly rocked forward. The whole vehicle shook as someone or something rammed it with force several times.

Mrs. Davis’ eyes grew wide, quickly pausing her wild gyrations and glancing around. The banging continued while an irritated voice called out, “Hey! Yo cut the shit man!” Finally, the couple looked to see a group of your classmates taunting and laughing at you through the windows, a few already filming the spectacle on their phones.

Your tutor froze, suddenly catching sight of the cameras, before shifting back to close her legs and collect herself. Her expression was one of dread and horror. “Oh my lord, oh my god,” she muttered under her breath. “Stop filming this! This is private!”

Grabbing her clothes, she scrambled to get dressed before furiously wiping your lap and car seats with her jacket to remove any evidence. Once you were both presentable again, Mrs. Davis took a deep, shuddering breath, clearly rattled. She stared at you impotently for a long while before finally giving you an imperceptible shake of her head.

“I can’t do this, okay? I’m too…you’re too… This is too dangerous. It’s-” She pressed her lips together tightly, unable to continue her thought. “Look, just go home. We’ll talk later, okay? Please don’t tell anyone..”

With that, she took her jacket and left the car, having you scramble to follow. As you watched her hurry off to an adjacent teacher’s lounge to compose herself, you were left feeling entirely adrift, wondering what had just occurred, unsure if the intense passion you just shared was merely a figment of your imagination.