chapter 5

I became cruising via way of means of the Biochem lab while a acquainted face flashed withinside the nook of my eye. I stopped lifeless in my tracks steps beyond the door, my jaw at the floor. It could not be.

I took steps backwards, now no longer even bothering to show round, then peeked thru the doorway. "So here is to you, Mrs. Robinson..." I hummed automatically.

My antique High School teacher, the female of my boyhood fantasies, became status now no longer twenty-toes farfar from me. Her darkish hair became pulled right into a neat bun, sensitive and impossibly fashionable lab glasses perched on her dainty nose, and a brief skirt below the white lab coat. I became in overall shock.

She did not see me, however as a substitute became focusing on a few complex test that targeted on a sequence of beakers full of a extraordinary translucent liquid. She might blend up a few complex chemical cocktail, then upload some droplets to the liquid to look if whatever might happen.

She had a lab assistant continually soaring nearby, a thin woman with mild brown hair in a ponytail who regarded flawlessly at domestic amidst all of the lab equipment.

"Gabrielle, might you please set samples 1 thru four over on the subsequent table?"

"Sure factor Doctor Robinson."

I have to were status there for 5 mins simply looking them work, seemingly with none fine results. Gabrielle became very efficient, and might glow every time Mrs. Robinson might reward her. Even I ought to see the symptoms and symptoms of idol worship.

At first I became simply very curious, however then as my thoughts reasserted itself, it fell lower back on antique habits. A few years had long past via way of means of, however Mrs. Robinson became nonetheless as excellent as ever. And she became seemingly one of the new instructors at my school.

I became looking at her legs, silky easy and bare below the quick skirt. Her lab coat spread out a piece greater, and I ought to absolutely see the spherical curves of her breasts thru her blouse. My hormones kicked up once more as reminiscences of that illicit kiss in her workplace got here lower back to me. I remembered her best bare tits, the scent of her sweat and arousal, and the flavor of her nipples.

I froze for a moment and stared at her with the thermal laser.

Her head shook as if sensing my gaze, and when she glanced around, I automatically ducked into the corner of the open door, hiding myself so I could still see through but she was unlucky. Lucky to see me. Oddly enough, a few days ago I was a confident young man dating complete strangers and sleeping more than I shared about them. Now I'm again a social-fearing freak left behind in high school. So I hid and continued to stare at her.

With trembling hands, she put her notes on the table and ran her palms all over her body, wiping them and stroking each other. I felt a surge of hormones inside of me as I watched her hand slide over my breast, and she gasped at the same time. Maybe I really had a strange effect on her.

Then something else caught my eye. The liquids in the cups, ALL, began to bubble, as if they were overflowing.

Mrs. Robinson and Gabrielle both stopped and stared in amazement at the cups. Most of them are untouched.

Then I noticed Gabrielle was sweating, her white skin flushed, a few locks of hair falling from her ponytail and down her cheeks to make her face. She was gasping for air, then her attention turned from the cups to Mrs. Robinson. I focused on the assistant, watching her glance at Mrs. Robinson and then turn away, clearly raging in a mind war that she seemed to be losing. Finally, her eyes sharpened and she began to move purposefully, pointing toward Mrs. Robinson.

The beautiful teacher fought desperately to stay calm, ignoring her lab assistant. But then Gabrielle strode forward, put her hand on Mrs. Robinson's face, turned her around, and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

Well, maybe I mixed idolatry with passion.

Mrs Robinson kissed him back forcefully before pulling back, shaking his head. "What's happening? I haven't felt this since... since that high school kid.

She grabbed her own head, as if she could strangle it. "I feel so hot!"

"Me too," groaned Gabrielle. “I love it…” So when Gabrielle bent down again and kissed her again, the heat of excitement in them both took hold and then they kicked wildly.

Mrs. Robinson still had enough common sense to realize that they were in a very public place. She took Gabrielle's hand and led her through the lab and into one of the adjoining classrooms. When they made it through, I entered the lab and followed them out the door.

The classroom was in complete darkness, with no windows or light except for the light from the laboratory. I realized that I was reflected in the light and that I wouldn't be able to escape detection this time, but it turned out that none of them were even looking in my direction.

Mrs. Robinson was lying on her back on the large island in front of the whiteboard, her head practically falling into the sink as she stared at the ceiling. Usually there's an experiment done on an island that can be seen by anyone in the class. But now there's only one hot Sapphic encounter out there for me to see.

Mrs. Robinson's skirt stood up and her panties lay on the floor. Her hands tried not to open her shirt, frantically rubbing. Gabrielle left bare face and hand in hand Ms. Robinson's crotch where she gobbles it up like there's no tomorrow.

: "Fuck ah!" Mrs. Robinson shouted. "I'm not even a lesbian!" Gabrielle didn't respond, but continued licking and sucking until she produced a screaming, vehement orgasm from the pussy in front of her.

The climax seemed to restore some sanity to Mrs. Robinson, who blinked several times as if the reality of what had just happened was beginning to seep in. His clothes were in disarray. Most of the buttons on her shirt were undone and the cup of her bra was pushed aside. But there was a new wariness in her that worried me.

Gabrielle had just walked around the counter so she could hold onto Mrs. Robinson's perfect breasts when we both finally see me.

Gabrielle gasped and half leaned behind the counter. But I saw recognition in Mrs. Robinson's eyes when she looked at me. "Ohmidieu, it's me."

Gabrielle just panicking, horny or not. When she realized that Mrs. Robinson wasn't going anywhere, she grabbed her clothes and ran past me into the lab. When Gabrielle left, Mrs. Robinson left the island and headed straight for me. I had to work to not see her bouncing breasts. She stopped a step away from me, her eyes penetrating. I could see her mind spinning behind her eyes as she processed what was going on.

"Mrs. Robinson..." I almost whistled.

"Actually, 'Mrs.' It's only for high school I'm not married, so it's 'Miss Robinson' or 'Doctor Robinson' in middle school. But he… "She stepped forward, brought her half-naked body close to me, then put her hand on my chest." You can call me Fiona. "

Saying that, Fiona leaned forward and slid her tongue down my throat. We kissed as if no time had passed since that day in high school. It was wet, sloppy... it was the best kiss of my life.

His hand groped my jeans until my erection was exposed. My hormones surged again after a brief recovery, and I could feel an electric current crackle through the air around us. We finally got some air after I took off my jeans and shoes and tore the shirt over my head.

"I think I like 'Mrs. Robinson' better," I laugh.

She just smiled at me, then grabbed my shaft firmly. Shoot me, she leads me back to the island. "I've been dreaming about you for years. And I won't waste any more time before I can fuck you."

She turned around and dropped her lab coat on the floor before finishing unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled her hair out of a bun, then shook her head so that dark hair hung around her pretty face. She smiles at me, takes her time to look up and down my naked body, then she finally turns around and pushes her butt against me. Mrs. Robinson leaned forward, her hands on the counter, then tilted her head toward me. "Now come here and FUCK me."

I look at her perfect ass and her creamy skin, and especially the inviting pink between her legs, so steamy. "Yes sir."

I stepped forward, hands on her hips. I only stopped for a moment when my other end was between her legs. I want to enjoy this moment. My oldest fantasies have come true.

Mrs. Robinson groaned as I pushed forward, my dick slowly unfurling again and again until my hips were finally flat with hers. I leaned my chest against her back, wrapping my arms around her warmly. It really happened.

Neither of us moved for a minute, just enjoying the feeling of being together after a long time. But then her hips tensed and my dick twitched inside her. I slowly backed away, reaching up to grasp the chunks of female flesh I longed for.

Even after everything I've had in the past few years, Mrs. Robinson is still the goddess of my dreams.

She pushed her hips against me as I moved deeper into her again, letting out a groan as our hips collided. I stepped back and pushed forward, forward and backward, gradually picking up the pace.

Mrs. Robinson groaned with joy with each nudge, the music ringing in my ears. Her voice was like an intoxicating aphrodisiac, driving me more and more infatuated until I was blinded by my desperate desire and need to fuck her stronger.

I lifted my torso off his back and put my hands on his hips. We started making rhythmic noises as I touched her, faster and harder until we actually made love.

I can feel the heat boiling inside me like a pressure cooker, the friction against my shaft is intense. But friction about Mrs. Robinson's pussy grew even more, and after a few minutes her whole body started to shake even as I continued to penetrate her, and she screamed her final climax.

His internal muscles twitch, gripping my cock like a hundred hands, and I groan with effort. She must have been able to tell I was close to my limit from the growls, because she yelled. "Oh, cum inside me! I want to feel it inside me!"

Hearing that it almost made me feel good, I pushed as hard as I could, pushing myself as deep as I could. I could actually feel the top of my penis contract and then split, releasing the flow of semen that had built up inside of me.

She laughed as hot liquid splattered inside her, and her hips pounded until I felt like I was soaking in a washing machine. The muscles inside him squeeze and caress with expert movements, coaxing every last drop of me.

My head is spinning like it's about to collapse, but I can't dream of moving in a way that can pull my dick out of her wonderful pussy.

She finally stood up, a smug, satisfied smile on her face. “Ah, now I finally have to do this. I've been dreaming of feeling your semen in me for years. "

She walked right past me, looking up at my face with a smirk. She knew exactly how much influence she had on me. And still staring into my eyes, she yelled at me: "Gabrielle, come in." Gabrielle was suddenly at the door, fully clothed. She watched us all the time. “Yes, Dr. Robinson. She entered the room.

Miss Robinson jumped onto the counter, spreading her legs wide to reveal tiny drops of white semen seeping from her lower lip. "Gabrielle, clean up this mess... with your tongue."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Gabrielle's lips, but she looked down at the floor and tried to hide it. “Yes, Dr. Robinson.

I just sat down to enjoy the view.