Teacher and Students forbidden lust.

I lived alone in my home for many years. As a widow, I spent my time teaching students music at a local college.
I never cared much for dating, so I kept myself to myself.
Not wanting a man in my life, at the age I was so I found it easier to play my music and enjoy teaching.
I had about ten students, all of different ages from fifteen to nineteen, with varying degrees of talent.
One in particular was a young seventeen year old boy called Graham, his talent was the piano, which was also my favourite instrument.
I loved how he adapted to every style of music and how he could just sat at the piano and played anything he wanted to.
Being a young student in my class, the others I didn't feel that the had the same potential as Graham had.
As I only taught at the college for a few hours a week, I couldn't help my students progress much with the time constraints I had with them.
Graham, to me, I felt needed more lessons to help his talent progress, so against my better judgement, I offered him private lesson in my home.
Within a few weeks he started regular visits, each time was an hour lesson which helped him to start to develop the talent I knew he had.
To sit and listen to someone who I knew loved music as much as I did felt amazing as I knew I had given him the ability to become an accomplished pianist.
Each time we finished a lesson we would sit and talk about all things music, sometimes other things, this became a regular thing and I started to look forward to his visits more and more.
Having him in my house twice a week I realized I started to get nervous when I knew he was coming for his lesson, at sixty two and feeling like I did wasn't something I expected.

Each time he played, I just felt as though he was playing just for me.
I know I shouldn't have these feelings, but not having a man around the house for years, I started to wonder if I was letting my emotions take over me.
Then one day, as normal, her turned up for his regular lesson, why I did what I did, god only knows, but I felt the urge to dress up, to style my hair, wear a short skirt and worst of all, dig out some sexy underwear.
Knowing he was only seventeen didn't seem to faze me, only that I shouldn't be having these sorts of feelings at my age.
He sat at the piano and, as always, wowed me with his abilities.
I sat beside him and he played so enthusiastically, I tried to hold back my feelings.
As my skirt was short, my legs were on full show to him. As I looked down, I noticed his large bulge in his trousers.
I was transfixed by how big his bulge was, I couldn't stop looking at how his cock wedged upwards in his pants.
Still, he played on, and after his peace was over, all I could do was hug him. I then go a shock, I felt his hand on my knee; this sent a rush of feelings through my whole body.
As he thanked me he squeezed me leg, not thinking I smiled at him saying” that was amazing, you should be proud of yourself after how you played that peace,”. “ thanks, Mrs Jones, I loved every minute of it” he said.
Still, he held his hand on my legs, giving it another squeeze, it seemed a small insignificant gesture but it ignited something between my legs I hadn't felt in a long while.
I gave out a quiet gasp, as his hand stayed on my knee, I started to feel very damp, my sexu underwear was feeling rather moist.
I looked at him and didn't want to think I would take advantage of him, but I felt as though he was taking advantage of me.
I should have stopped him, but I couldn't; his hand slid slowly up my skirt, and then I felt his fingers briefly touch my panties, again that sudden rush of excitement ran through me.
This seventeen-year-old had reached somewhere no man had been for a long while.
Still in the embrace, I let him explore my now-damp crotch, his hand rubbing gently over my lacy gusset. I couldn't move, I didn't have the will to stop him.
“We can't,” I whispered “ tell me to stop then,” he said.
Still, I held him close, I found my legs opening to allow him better access to my crotch.
Feeling his fingers running up and down my wet panties, I wanted him to probe deeper.
I had to stop him, but something told me to
Let him continue.
Then I looked at his bulge, which seemed huge, and I found my hand reaching for his groin, I couldn't help it; it felt so hard inside his pants.
This seemed to spur him on when I felt his finger hook the hem of my panties.
I found myself melting in his arms, his hand now inside my knickers, I couldn't resist him.
I wanted more oh so much more, pulling my the hem of my knickers to one side his finger ran up over my old pussy, I nearly came as he found my hard clit.
“We have to stop, we must stop this”, I cried.
“ you say stop and I will, but your hands on my cock and I can feel how wet you are on my hand.”. He said.
Something told me we can't go any further, but my mind told me to have him.
I rubbed his bulge hard and could feel how big he had become, I had to have it but couldn't find the courage to unzip his pants to get at his cock.
Still, I let his hand feel my wetness as he played with my now sensative clit.
The urge to take my pants off grew stronger while he probed my ever-increasingly wet pussy.
My hand hovered over his zipper on his pants, still I hesitated but the irisistable urge to have his young cock in my hand was to much to bare.
Then just as I was about to release his hard cock he found my entrance, I let out such a loud gasp as his finger plunged past my pussys lips.
“ my god, “ I cried, “ what are you doing? To me?”. I said.
“The same as it looks like you want to do to me”. He said.
That was it, our sexual desires took over, he fingered my pussy and I unleashed his constricted cock.
I gripped its hard length and proceeded to rub it with my fingers.
“We shouldn't be doing this”, I said as I whispered in his ear.
I could now see his hard cock as it burst from his pants, my hand just held its full length, as he continued to push his finger inside my pulsing wet Virgina.
I wanted him so bad, I wanted his cock inside me, to feel once again that lust of a mans cock fucking my old unused ppussy.
“ god you keep doing that I'm going to cum over your hand,” he said.
I had to continue, I had to feel his throbbing shaft between my fingers,each long stroke brought him closer to watching his cock explode his seed over my hand.
I could feel him pushing inside me ever deeper I just wanted him to make me cum with the way he was probing my pussy.
We still held each other close when he lifted his hand saying, “ go faster, I have to cum,” my hand then frantically increased its strokes, stretching his foreskin all the while he finger fucked my old pussy.
We both couldn't stop; we had to finish, to experience the ultimate act of sexual satisfaction.
“ rub my clit, please rub my clit,” I said in a desperate quiet voice.
It was then his finger slipped out of my hole and flicked up over my clit, he was so gentle as he rubbed my pulsing clitorus.
I gasped again at him when he grunted and groaned out loud, his cock stiffened, he jerked his body and I watched from his tip shoot his white sticky seed, splattering over my hand I felt his huge globuals of cum dribble down over my fingers making my eyes widen at the first sight of a mans cum in ages.
At the same time he pushed hard against my pussy, one finger thrust inside me as the other pressed my hard engorged clitorus.
We both came together, both our bodies erupted with so many pleasurable sensations that my orgasm wripped through me.
The intensity of my orgasm caused my legs to clamp together as to hold his hand in place to give me time to relish the fact this young man had made me cum for the first time in so many years.
We both then realised what we had just done, he had violated my pussy I had caused him to ejaculate over my hand while I still was gripping his hard cock.
“What now?” I asked.
“That's up to you, I'm the student, you're my teacher,” he said.
That sounded worse than it should have, but he had rejuvenated something in me that I knew needed to be satisfied.
This we both know was wrong, “I shouldn't have let it go this far,”. I said.
“You feel amazing, you're so wet, Mrs Jones”, he said.
“That's down to you, with your fingers,” I said.
I looked at him and I wasn't sure how to proceed, he had me so aroused I wanted more, I wanted sex with him.
In my mind I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't resist him, I had to know again what it feels like..
I stood up and took him by the hand, leading him swiftly to my bedroom. I closed the door behind us.
“You sure, Mrs Jones,” he said.
Christ, no, I'm not, but if I think about it any longer, I will change my mind,” I said.
Lifting my skirt, I slipped out of my wet panties, he, Inturn dropped his trousers and his shorts.
His cock stiffening again as I sat on the edge of my bed, lifting my skirt I exposed my mature pussy to him for the first time.
Luckily, he instinctively knew what to do, holding my legs up he moved in and expertly guided his cock between my now wet pussy lips.
I could feel him rubbing his tip up and over my still sensitive clit area then running down he found my moist wet opening.
A let out a loud gasp, his cock just slid in between my earger lips and past my entrance it proceeded to penetrate my pussy with ease.
He began it way up inside me, as I felt him jerk once or twice to get himself in the right position.
This caused me to grunt at how he was pushing himself forward.
He had me, this young boy had my pussy wrapped around his willing hard cock.
Still he held my knees and started to thrust slowly at first, then after each withdrawal came a hard thrust back inside me, this I could feel as he started to fuck me.
It had been many years since I had sex, and he was giving me something I had wanted for so long.
Pulling my skirt up further, I watched his young body thrusting in and out of me.
I was in my elimant, I was having sex and was loving it, my pussy
was being used and I had his hard cock deep inside me.
Again I felt my orgasm building, I could feel his cock pulsing against my Virgina and I wanted to cum so much.
Then all of a sudden he thrust in so hard, and grunting loudly he came hard in my pussy.
I did the same as I shouted out when his final thrust caused us both to cum together.
My pussy gushed with wetness, his cum mixed with my juices, as he withdrew I felt the sensation of his cum running out of my now ravaged pussy.
He stood there, his cock looking very wet from his cum, “you have an amazing pussy, Mrs Jones, I love how you feel in my cock,” he said.
I just laid there, my legs up and open wide my skirt around my waist and my whole pubic area in full flood with his cum.
“ my god, I needed that young man,” I said.
“Me To Mrs Jones,”. He said.
Sitting up I smiled at him, “ we must never say a word about this, ok, if this got out I would be finished with teaching,” I said.
“ I would never say a word, Mrs Jones,”
I then stood up, letting my skirt drop, I cleaned myself up and for the rest of the afternoon, I just sat there contemplating about what had just happened.
I only taught him a few more times, but I will never forget what experience that young man gave me that day.


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