Wendy made it a point to not go over the limit of what was considered permissible for a female high school teacher. She wore semi-tight skirts a few inches above her knees and blouses that were not ultra-tight.

In some ways, Wendy K was an average high school teacher; in other ways, she was unusual.

She was fifty-four and had been a high school English teacher and counselor for over 25 years. She had married while she was still in college, and the marriage had all these years, cause her husband worked away most of the time. He is an engineer for a large Oil Company and was overseas often. Wendy had been cheating with young students for over 20 years. Since she had taught and been a counselor for six years at the same high school, and had a good record, she had gained some seniority and had her own little office.

She was pretty, and very classy looking woman. She had shoulder-length light brown hair and gray eyes and a fair complexion. If there was anything about her that could be called unattractive it was the fact that she had lips and was full. She wasn’t fat, but you could tell that she worked out she was average weight for her height.

She had a number of assets, however, that compensated for any kind of attractiveness. She had full-sized breasts—big and round but not flabby or sagging at all; they were the shape and size of coconuts, with nipples that were thick and rubbery. Her rump was nice; her ass was two smooth rounded mounds. As with her 34 C breasts, there was no flabbiness or sagging about her ass. Her legs were full and sleek.

As far as dress went, Wendy made it a point to not go over the limit of what was considered permissible for a female high school teacher. She wore semi-tight skirts a few inches above her knees and blouses that were not ultra-tight. There was nothing in the way she dressed that could be called provocative. She had learned how to reach the limit but not go over it.

Since her starting doing younger guys, she had had her share of being asked out by men, and she had gone on some dates without her husband knowing. But she had discovered that the men who asked her out were in general interested only in trying to get into her panties as quickly as possible and dumping their load into her. It also seemed that the men were intent on controlling and even dominating her. She had come to the point where she had virtually given up on men, and she wasn’t physically attracted to women.

But Wendy had found a way to get all the sex she wanted, and it didn’t involve men or women. It involved boys; specifically high school boys.

Starting years ago, Wendy had begun selecting a certain boy in one of her classes; a boy she found attractive, and whom she could tell was attracted to her. She made overtures to him, in the form of smiling at him, writing little congratulatory notes to him on his papers, speaking with him after class, making sure she became his counselor, and calling him into her office to talk with him. She made it a point to choose only one boy for the whole school year, and she chose carefully. She chose a boy who was obviously infatuated with her, but one whom she felt would be discreet and would not tell anyone or brag about it, and who would not become obnoxious and try to control or threaten her. It wasn’t that difficult for her to discover early in the school year which boys fit the bill.

She didn’t take any risks; she was ultra-careful Because in the 25 years she had taught there had been two teachers in the high school who had been caught having relations with students and had not only been dismissed but had been arrested. She had no intention of being caught.

At the start of this school year, and her during her fifth year of teaching, Wendy had noticed a senior boy in one of her classes. He was a nice-looking black guy named Tray Washington. He was of average height and weight for a high school senior boy. He was quiet, soft-spoken and polite. He was in her third period English class before the lunch hour, and she had been assigned to be his counselor.

He was an average student in most subjects, but Wendy had discovered that in general he had poor writing skills—especially in writing articles and essays, He was a D student in English. In addition, he had trouble in deciding about a career path.

He was a good-looking guy and Wendy was attracted to him. And she had found by the way he looked her over and acted around her in both her counseling sessions with him and during class that he was attracted to her, or at least it seemed so. She decided to check him out and see if he “fit the bill,” and could be her boy for the year.

There was something else about him that aroused her curiosity. Wendy had never had sex with a black guy. She had heard stories and anecdotes about black males, some of which sounded downright unbelievable and absurd. Nonetheless, her curiosity was aroused, and so was her desire. He was a nice-looking guy; in fact, he was good-looking—even handsome, and there was something about his chocolate complexion and figure that appealed to her on a totally physical level.

She decided to make her first actual overture to him in her office after the final period of the school day. Since she was his counselor, it wouldn’t appear unusual for him to go to her office after school. She had made it a point to have some of her counseling sessions in her office, and some of them were after the final period. But on this certain day, she had no counseling sessions after school.

During the third period, she passed papers out to the students. She had written on his paper: “Can you come to my office after sixth period for a counseling session?”

At the end of the third period, he approached her desk and said, “Ms. K, should I come to your office right after school?”

“Yes, Tray, if that’s convenient for you. Or do you have to catch a bus or a ride right after school?” She crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up. She noticed he was checking out her legs.

“Oh yes, it’s convenient,” he replied. “I live not far from school. I walk to and from school anyway.”

She swept her gaze over him, liking what she saw. She noticed his crotch. It was filled up and stuffed nicely. She noted that he was checking her out too. His look went from her legs to her puffed-out blouse and chest and back down to her legs.

“Fine, then,” she smiled. “I’ll be in my office after sixth period.”

“Okay,” he replied, smiling back at her, giving her chest and legs one more look-over.

Wendy had three years’ experience in fucking boys, and she felt that Tray would be a “good” one. He wasn’t cocky or a show-off or a loudmouth. He was quiet and polite. Although he had a confident self-assurance about himself, she instinctively felt that he was not the swaggering, domineering type; the kind of guy who once he fucked a female had an urge to crow about it and try to dominate and own her. She felt good about the situation. Something told her that she had made a good choice, and that this was going to turn out well for both of them.

After the final period of the school day, Wendy went to her office, which was located off the main hall, down another hall, around a corner, and at the end of a cul-de-sac. She loved the location of her office. It was isolated from all other rooms. It had taken her five years to obtain the office.

She felt her anticipation growing. He’s such a good-looking boy, she thought. I know it’s a stereotype, but I bet he’s big. But, then, it’s not a stereotype. I’ve seen by looking at his crotch that he’s big.

She undid the top two buttons of her blouse, so that a good portion of her breasts could be seen. She moved a chair beside her big leather swivel chair behind her desk.

A few minutes later a light knocking sounded on the door. She walked over and opened it and Tray stood there. She smiled and said, “Hi Tray, come on in.”

As he entered the room, she closed the door and slid the lock down.

“Have a seat—there,” she motioned to the chair behind her desk.

He sat in the chair, and she moved behind her desk and sat. She crossed her full sleek legs, making sure her skirt rode up her thighs.

Tray’s gaze swept over her legs and up to her blouse. She noticed that he was checking her breasts out, and she shifted in her seat so he could get a full glimpse.

“Tray, I just wanted to tell you that your overall grades are average, but you do need to improve your writing skills--especially in articles and essay writing. Now I’m going to help you with this. I’ll personally—and privately-- tutor you if that’s what it takes. I’ll do everything I can to help you improve your grade in writing and English. I’ll do everything I can for you. Would you like me to personally and privately tutor you?”

She looked down at his crotch. She saw that he had a big bulge. It poked at his pants.

Her pussy throbbed. A tingling ache ran up her to her breasts, she felt them growing warm and swelling. She felt her nipples growing erect. She felt hot juice in the core of her pussy.

“Yes, ma’am, I’d like that,” he replied, looking at her breasts and licking his lips.

She didn’t see any need to hesitate any longer. She saw just by looking that he had a hard-on; she could see the imprint of his jerking throbbing cock, and she saw by the way he was staring at her legs and breasts and licking his lips that he was ready for it. And so was she.

Without saying a word, she reached over and clutched his crotch and gave it a good squeeze. She lowered her head between his legs and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

He hissed and grasped her head as she opened her lips and went down on his prick She could hardly believe how big he was. His dick was so long, thick and stiff.

She opened her mouth wide and sucked his cock, swirling, swiping her tongue over the shaft as she licked it with her lips. Her head bobbed up and down as she licked and sucked.

With one hand he clutched her head and drove his dick into her warm wet sucking mouth, and with the other he grabbed one of her breasts and rubbed and mashed it, scraping his thumb over the thick rubbery erect nipple.

She sucked his cock down to the root. He pumped his prick, fucking her down to her throat.

She finally slid her mouth off his dick and grabbed at his arms, pulling him over to her, grasping him around his shoulders.

He moved over and she slid down in the swivel chair, pulling him between her legs.

Her skirt had ridden up to her waist and he slid between her spread legs. He stroked his cock up and down on her bikini panties-covered pussy as he went for her titties. He pulled her blouse out of her skirt and pulled it up to her bra.

He feasted on her 34C tits, swiping his tongue around the mounds, licking and lapping with his tongue. He homed in on the nipples, swirling and flicking his tongue on them as he sucked the nubs with his lips. Back and forth he went, from one breast to the other, licking and sucking.

She reached down and grasped his prick and stroked it. It was rock-hard, thick and throbbing. She slid her hand down under his dick and found his balls. She gently pulled them up and out, and palmed them. His ball sack was full and bloated.

Still licking and sucking her tits, he pulled at her panties. She helped him by sliding them off. Then she spread her legs and drew them back. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and thrust her ass up.

He groaned as he pushed forward, finding her pussy opening with one tap of his cockhead. He heaved his prick in, thrusting it into her hot moist cunt.

“Um, ah yes” she moaned as he dug his dick up her pussy. “Oh god, ah! You’re so big! So good and thick and stiff. Oh, ah, you’re filling me!”

He stuffed his cock up her cunt in one steady continuous stroke, digging into her hot juicy tight pussy. He didn’t halt till he had every inch of his prick in her pussy. His full balls rested on her ass as his long thick rigid dick throbbed inside her cunt.