With tender passion

"Monica," you murmur softly in her ear "you are a beautiful young woman, and I'd be crazy to let you walk out of here." Kissing her along the ridge of her cheekbone, you draw the curvy blonde into your arms gently until, with a shudder of surrender she melts into your arms.

The way you sweep her into your arms and carry her to your bed is the romantic nonsense that could easily make one of the naïve pupils at the academy fall for you, but Monica is not likely to become infatuated with a gimpy old man like you. You wouldn't be at all surprised if this lovely teacher ends up in Coach Watts' bed after this one time - or maybe the smooth talking Mr. Sharp's - but tonight at least, you're going to make her sweet body sing.

"Aren't you a gentleman!" Monica teases as you lower her to your bed with another kiss. She probably still wishes you were playing along with her **** schoolgirl fantasy, but she's not complaining as you continue your slow and gentle approach. By the time you've worked her dress off, Monica is panting wildly and her hands are tearing at your clothes. You step away long enough to pull the dirty tee shirt over your head and step out of your khakis and rejoin her on the bed. Now that you're both in only underwear the contrast between her smooth, evenly tanned skin and your scars and heavy tan lines is noticeable in the afternoon light.

You are used to women reaction to the ugly scar tissue along your side, but silence her questions by returning your attention to removing the matching bra and thong. In no time at all you are gently teasing her puckered nipple with your tongue, while rubbing the lips of her pussy with your right hand. Apparently you've reached the end of Miss Fulton's patience, because she boldly reaches into your underwear and grabs your erection pulling it free of the elastic.

"I swear to God, Kyle, if you don't Fuck me right now, I'm going to die."

"Yes Ma'am." Her gasp of pleasure as you finally role on top of her and slide between her thighs is worth the time it took to get her to this point. Her legs wrap around your waist squeezing so tightly that it took you a few seconds to get your cock into the right position, but once inside Monica's steaming pussy you are able to move in and out enough to make the eager blonde mew like a cat in heat. It does not take long before her first orgasm, and you hope the rooms in this old building are as solid as they look because her screams of pleasure are loud enough to wake the dead. Instead of following her into a climactic finish, you return to your methodical rocking even before her pussy stops spasming around your dick.

Monica is clearly not used to lovers who want more than to empty their nuts into her as quickly as possible, but you silence her confusion with more soft kisses and slowly build her up again towards another climax.

"Fuck Kyle, Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck..." for a highly educated young woman, Monica's vocabulary is surprisingly limited, but at least her gasps are nicely in rhythm with your thrusts and as she nears her second orgasm you can gauge how close she is by the volume. "Oh Fuck...OH Fuck...Oh FUCK...OH FUUUCK!!!" This time as she bucks and twists under your hips you do cum, releasing jet after jet into her juicy cunt in a most satisfying release. You wait until her gyrations fade before kissing her upturned mouth one final time and role off of her with a loud sigh of pleasure.

A few minutes later, when you both are breathing easier again Monica props her head up on an arm and studies you with interest.

"What?"