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Part Twenty
Davis did stay all weekend. Dan spent most of that time by himself, Davis and Rebecca spending most of the time in the bedroom. Mostly just coming out to eat. Dan listened outside the closed door at times, sometimes hearing them having sex, other times just listening to them talk and watch tv.
The times he heard them having sex, he could feel his penis swelling inside the cage he was wearing, trying to get hard even though it was impossible. As much as it made him feel humiliated, it also made him very happy to hear his wife so happy and pleased. There was no denying the way Davis clearly took such good care of her sexual needs.
Dan had no idea just how many times they had sex over the weekend. Surely it was at least a few times a day. And surely still, his loving wife hand numerous orgasms from her young student.
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It took a few days after Davis left for Dan and Rebecca to feel totally comfortable with each other. It seemed like a combination of nerves, confusion, and even a hint of resentment between them. By the end of the week, it was like the previous weekend hadn't happened. Although Rebecca left out the parts about seeing Davis a few times during the week. Feeling it best to let Dan calm down without having to hear even more about her ongoing fling with Davis.
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By the following weekend, the couple fell into their regular routine, even going out to a nice dinner Saturday night just as a date night.
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With just two weeks left in the school year, Davis has been spending more and more time with his favorite teacher. Seeing her after school in her classroom, in her car. He even had her take him home and had her there when he knew his ****** wouldn't be there to find out.
Most of the time Rebecca would tell Dan about her times with Davis. Not in vivid detail, but at least that she was with him on a given day. Sometimes she could tell by his mood that it was best to not say anything however. It made her feel guilty, but if guilt would keep her from hurting her husband, she would make that sacrifice just the way he sacrificed to make her happy.
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The bell rang to end the school day. Rebecca wished the students in her final class a good day and started her end of day process. Straightening her desk, putting her books back into her bag. She was supposed to meet another teacher in his room after classes ended to talk about the upcoming graduation ceremony.
She tried to finish her tasks quickly so she could take her things with her to his room and just be able to head home after. Grabbing the eraser, she started wiping off the board.
She was stretching to reach the top of the board when she heard from behind her, "I bet your ass looks great when you are reaching like that."
Turning around, she saw Davis standing just inside the door to her room. "Davis." she said and took a step towards him.
He pulled the door closed and made his way to her.
She stared at him, the way his shoulders swayed as he moved closer and closer to her. She held her breath as she felt his hands on her hips, raising up on her toes they kissed at the front of her room.
Rebecca felt his hands unzipping her skirt but they didn't make a move to stop him or to grab her skirt before she felt it dropping to the floor at her feet. She stepped out of it as they broke their kiss. As she bent over to pick it up she could see the swell of his dick under his sweat pants.
Davis half pushed her toward the board and sat on a desk. "Now let me get a look at that ass as you finish wiping the board Becky."
Holding her skirt in one hand, the eraser in the other, she turned back to the board went back to wiping it clean.
Davis watched from his perch on a desk, squeezing his cock as he watched her ass sway, the black thong showing off her cheeks perfectly. "So hot Becky. You got a great ass for a white woman."
"Thank you Davis." Becky smiled and gave an extra shake to her hips for him as she finished cleaning the board off.
As she set the eraser on the ledge and felt a pressure against her. Davis pressed her against the board, his thick cock pressing against her back and the top of her butt. Her hips gave another shake, rubbing herself against his thickness.
Spinning her around, Davis kissed her again, her butt pressing against the ledge of the board.
"Davis," she moaned in a break in the kiss. "Davis wait," her body pushing itself into him.
His hands were grabbing and squeezing her butt.
"We can't.....not now."
Breaking the kiss, "Why not?" he demanded.
Becky leaned back against the board, feeling the ledge digging into her more. "I, I have a meeting with Mr. Smith about graduation soon. I actually should be heading to his room already." She tried to steady her nerves and her rapid breathing. "And um......"
"You having seconds thoughts about us Becky?"
"NO!" she cried out. "No, no Davis. Of course not. It's not that. It's.....I started um, my um....." she trailed off and looked down.
Davis followed her gaze and saw the white string peaking out from her black panties. "OH! Oh I get it."
"I'm sorry Davis." she said softly, pushing herself into his body again.
"Don't worry about it. You can make it up to me later."
"I promise I will Davis." looking at the clock and seeing that she was now late for her meeting with Mr. Smith. "I should go. I don't want to keep Mr. Smith waiting too long for me."
Davis pressed his dick against her again, "I think you should take care of this first Becky. Let him wait."
"But I can't, its...."
Davis walked a few steps away from her and sat in her chair behind her desk. He spread his legs apart and said sternly "I'm waiting Becky."
Understanding what he was implying, she nodded a little and moved over to the desk. Setting her skirt down on it, she knelt on the floor between his legs, her eyes looking up at him, then to the bulge in his pants.
Giving it a touch with her fingers, she smiled at the feeling of it. Of his thick, and powerful cock on her fingers. Even through his pants, she could got excited just from touching it.
"Go on Becky. Don't want you to be any later than you have to be."
Nodding and smiling up at him, she reached her hands to the waist of his pants and started pulling on them. Davis lifted himself up, letting her pull them down to his knees.
Her smile growing wider as she frees his cock from his pants. She puts her head into his lap and starts kissing it softly. Her eyes closing as her lips gently press repeatedly onto his bare cock.
Brushing her hair back and holding her head, "Suck it Becky. Suck this black cock."
"Yes Davis." With her face resting on his leg, she takes the head into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue.
"That's a good little teacher." Davis said while holding her hair.
Becky knew that she had to do all she could to make him cum as fast as she could. Davis was not one to cum quickly like her husband was though.
Taking him deeper into her mouth, sucking and slurping on him, her eyes looking up into his how she knew he liked. She cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing and stroking him with the other.
He was so hard in her mouth, and in her hand. Becky closed her eyes and moaned around him.
Despite his grip, her hair kept falling down around her face, brushing his leg. Becky would in a brief moment take her mouth off him and take a breath, flipping her head to move her hair back once more.
"You love this black dick don't you Becky? Love sucking my big black cock?"
Nodding her head and kissing his tip, "Yes Davis. Yes. I love it. I love your big black cock." Opening her mouth and taking him inside her once more.
Becky kept sucking him. Her head moving up and down in his lap. Her drool running down his shaft.
She focused all of herself on pleasing him. On trying to give him a good orgasm.
She gave a long slurp on his head, cleaning her drool off it while staring into his eyes.
There was a sudden knocking on the door. "Rebecca, are you in there?" came a voice from the hallway.
Becky froze and her eyes went wide.
Davis said quietly, "Get under the desk. I'll take care of it. And you better keep sucking Becky."
Without thinking, Becky moved into the space under her desk. Davis rolled her chair so he was almost up against her desk.
Becky was in a panic. She was trapped under her desk, Davis' black cock staring at her, and Mr. Smith at the door.
She shifted herself and felt the desk against her back butt and it dawned on her that she was half naked. Where was her skirt?
"Hello? Are you there Rebecca?" the call came again a few moments after the first one.
Remembering that she had placed her skirt on her desk, she reached a hand up and searched for it. She heard the doorknob turn as her fingers found her skirt.
She gave it a good pull and saw it fall safely into her hands and out of sight as the door opened.
"Davis?" Mr. Smith said as he came in. "I'm looking for Mrs. Coral. Any idea where she is? We are supposed to have a meeting about graduation."
From under the desk, she could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer.
Needing to control her breathing, she took a slow, quiet breath. In the light seeping in, she could see Davis' cock bouncing around with his slight movements.
Remembering his words, she very slowly moved and started to suck him again.
"She was here a few minutes ago. She was just helping me with something. She had to run to the bathroom Mr. Smith."
"Oh, I'll just wait here for her. She should be back soon I guess."
Feeling her rushed sucking, he smiled a little. "I'm sure she is trying to finish everything as fast as she can. She did mention a meeting with you."
"Oh good. I was afraid she forgot."
"Nah, she didn't forget about you Mr. Smith." Her mouth moving faster under the desk. "I hope she doesn't rush too much. Don't want her to stumble and hurt herself."
Knowing that the last part was a message to her, Becky slowed her movements under the desk. Keeping her mouth around him but more focusing on just his head, licking and sucking softly on it. She was careful to move as little as possible, afraid of making any sounds and being caught in the position she was in. All she could do was what Davis told her to do and hope that he was able to get Mr. Smith to leave the room somehow.
"So I just missed her then?"
"Yeah man. She might have still been heading down the hall when you came in." Davis was doing his best to show no sign that anything was going on at the moment. It was getting harder and harder for him though. Feeling her tongue working him under the desk was taking its toll.
"I wonder how long she will be?" Mr. Smith seemingly asked to nobody.
"Who knows man." Davis responded anyway. "Girls always take longer than we do. Don't matter if girls my age or your age right?"
"I guess you are right about that Davis."
"Just sayin, she might get mad at you coming and waiting on her though. Like she might take it as a sign you don't trust her to do what she said or something. You know how girls are."
Becky took a little offense to what he said, but also knew that it was his way of trying to get the man to leave the room.
"Yeah, you're right about that Davis. They can be a little touchy about things like that. I think I'll head back to my classroom to wait for her. Do me a favor don't tell her than I came to check on her like this?" he asked the student sitting behind the teachers desk.
"I got you Mr. Smith." Davis said with a grin. "I won't say nothing."
"Thanks Davis." the teacher said and made his way to the door and out of the room.
After the door closed, Davis said quietly, "He's gone." and slid away from the desk.
Becky crawled out of the cramped space and stood up to stretch her arms and legs. "Thank you Davis. That could have gotten bad."
Looking into her eyes, then down at his dick that was resting on his thigh, then back up to her, "Show me how thankful you are Becky. Get back down there and finish your job."
Blushing, she nodded, "Yes Davis." and stretched another time before getting back on her knees in front of him.
Davis spread his legs wide for her, giving her easy access and also to not make her feel cramped after having her stuck under the desk how she was.
He slid down to the edge of the seat and Becky moved back into place. She grabbed him, not able to get her hand all around his thickness and took him back into her mouth, taking more than just the head this time. With the freedom and extra space that she once more had, she bobbed her head up and down on as much of him as she could take.
Davis leaned back in the chair, not caring about her hair falling down on him anymore. He put his hands behind his head and let her go at her own pace.
Becky, feeling free and unreserved, started moaning and slurping on him once more. Not held back by the restraints of being caught, she was able to let herself go.
"That's it Becky." Davis encouraged her. "Suck that black cock. You know you love it. Love how it feels. How it tastes."
Becky kept sucking, but nodded her head and moaned at his words. Clearly agreeing with him.
"You want more don't you Becky? You want to taste more? You want to taste my cum don't you Becky?"
"MMmmmm." Becky moaned and nodded her head once more.
"Lick my balls Becky. Show them how much you want it."
Holding his cock up, stroking it at the same time, she lowered her head and started to lick his heavy balls.
Davis reached down and ran his hand through her hair. "That's my good teacher. Lick my black balls. You want it bad don't you? You want my cum. Want to swallow it like a good little teacher don't you Becky?"
Tilting her head more and still licking, "Yes Davis. I want it. I want your cum. Please cum for me. Please let me have it."
Davis pulled on her hair and Becky understood and started to suck him again. "Keep going Becky. Make me cum for you. Don't stop."
She could feel him getting thicker, heavier. She knew he was getting closer and closer.
"That's it Becky. Keep it up. Suck that black cock. You're a good white teacher Becky."
Sucking harder, her tongue licking all over. Becky was rocking on her knees. Eager for the gift of his cum. Ready to swallow it all for him.
Davis gripped her head more, keeping her from backing off his cock totally. "Don't stop Becky. I'm about to cum. Gonna give it all to you."
She felt him swell even more. Felt the first small twitch before the inevitable. She moved back as much as he let her. His head still fully in her mouth. She tightened her lips around him, careful not to bit down at all with her teeth.
"Here it comes. Take it Becky. Take my black cum. Oh fuck!"
Closing her eyes, feeling the swelling and twitching in her hand as she kept lightly stroking him. She moaned as the first rope of cum landed on her tongue.
"MMmmmm." the sound came from her throat as he came over and over. More and more of his cum flooding into her mouth. She swallowed to clear her throat, his thick and slimy cum going down.
"Keep going Becky. Don't stop yet." Davis groaned.
Still slowly stroking him, and keeping him locked between her lips, sucking gently on his now super sensitive head.
Her stroking was rewarded. Two more good sized dollops of his cum oozed out for her licking tongue.
Davis, still mostly hard, let her keep stroking and sucking until he couldn't take it any longer. Letting go of her head he slid back in the chair away from her mouth, but not her hand that still held onto him.
"Damn baby. You have gotten so good at that." he breathing shorter and more rapid for the moment.
Becky just smiled at him, savoring the cum that was still in her mouth.
Davis stayed like that for a moment and then stood up. The change in angle, brought more cum rushing to the tip of his cock.
Becky, being the good girl she was, gave him a few more strokes and as the cum gathered at the tip more and more, she gave a slow lick before it could fall to the ground.
She had a big smile on her face as she swallowed the last of his cum, knowing that she had pleased him.
"Such a good little teacher." Davis complimented her.
Still smiling proudly, she tilted her head back to look up at him, "Thank you Davis." and she finally let go of him.
Davis reached down and pulled his sweats back up. "You did good Becky. That mouth of yours is so hot. It ain't your pussy, but it's damn good."
"Thank you Davis. I'm glad I did good for you."
"You did great Becky." Davis looked down at her with a grin. "You should probably get dressed and go see Mr. Smith now."
"Oh, oh yes. I'm very late now." she said and reached under the desk and pulled her skirt out.
It was wrinkled pretty bad, and had some dust on it but it wasn't too bad. She stood up and stepped into her skirt, pulling it up and zipping it.
She was in a daze as she gathered her things to go to her meeting.
Grabbing her bag and her purse she rushed to the door of her class room. "Thanks again Davis."
Before she could leave, he added "I'll be letting you know soon just how you will be making it up to me Becky. Now go."
Exiting the room and rushing down the hall, the wonder started to sink in. What did he mean about it? How was he going to have her make it up to him?
The thoughts started to fill her mind as she finally got to Mr. Smith's room and knocked on the door.
How bad could it be right?
End of Part Twenty
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