Erotic Story: John and the S*xy Teacher

A sizzling tale of s*xual experience well narrated to entertain and satisfy. (This article is rated 18+)

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This was the first time John was meeting his daughter's class teacher.

 

His wife, Remi, was always the one who attended school events but she was not feeling well that day so John took time off work to attend his daughter's Open Day.

 

As soon as he spotted the tall, curvy teacher, John could feel the familiar tug on his dick. She was conservatively dressed but one could see that she was sexy underneath that cotton dress and blue shirt. Her lips, though covered in a moderate amount of lipstick, were also full and sexy.

 

He found himself gazing longingly at them as she talked about his daughter's school work. He knew he would probably get in trouble for not listening seeing as Remi would want to know every single detail but he could not help himself.

 

The parents were allowed to hang around until school closed and even though John had earlier planned to return to work as soon as he could, he found himself stalling until classed were over. He simply could not get enough of the pretty young teacher.

 

Finally, when he had no other choice, he took his daughter home. After telling his wife he had to run to work to get a few things, he drove straight back to the school, hoping to get a chance to speak with her privately.

 

He entered the now empty classroom to see her writing something in an exercise book.

 

"Mr Adams, did you forget something?" she asked when she spotted him. He paused. He had not really considered what he was going to say. He finally walked towards her.

 

"I thought we might get to talk a bit more," he said to her. She smiled widely, asking if he had more questions about his daughter's activities in school. John said no, then decided to tell her how attractive he found her. She smiled coyly at him and he held her hand. The hand holding soon became intimate.

 

After a while, he stood up under the pretext of leaving and she stood up with him. He leant close to her and gave her a kiss but things got heated fast. The kiss got deeper and he was soon lifting up that proper skirt all the way to her waist.

 

He unhooked his jeans and let them fall to his ankles and pressed his body even harder against her. He moved a hand to squeeze the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She was wet and the dampness in her panties grew and put a musky aroma in the tight confines of the classroom. He pulled down her hot pink panties and let them slide down her legs.

 

He lifted her off the floor and set her bare ass on the edge of the counter. She adjusted her skirt around her waist to display the moist dark jungle of her pubic hair. Pulling his stiff cock from his boxers, John spread her thighs and nestled the head against her c*nt.

 

John leant forward and his p*nis pressed into the snug tunnel. The steady pressure forced it inch by inch into the delightful grip of her p*ssy walls. Throwing his head back with a triumphant smile, he let out a long guttural, "Yeeesssss!!!"

 

When it reached the hilt, she felt incredibly full. After the shortest of pauses, he began withdrawing and pumping it back in. It slid easily along the heavily lubricated canal. The position of their bodies applied constant pressure to her clit. Nonetheless, she squirmed in delight to maximise the friction and pleasure.

 

The couple was moaning and breathing heavily in rhythm to their motion. His cock was making wet, slurping sounds as he pounded her v*gina. He f*cked her over and over again until they both came hard, some juice falling onto the teacher's desk.

 

After a while of holding each other, they drew apart, both putting on their clothes and both not able to believe what had just happened.

 

John offered to drive her home and she agreed. She looked forward to getting more that evening.

 

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Blog Visitor Narrative: The Untold Story of Me and My Housemaid from Akwa Ibom

An ardent reader of Tori News has shared a real life romantic experience he may never forget in a long while. Read the interesting story below:

Household chores were always unbearable to me and the school became my viable escape route from them.

At the end of my second year at the Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife; Osun State, I was reluctant to return home for the lengthy vacation until my mother called me that the family had finally decided to employ a housemaid. I felt a sense of relief as I traveled home to hook up with old friends and enjoy home-made meals.

I am from a nuclear family of just two children. I am the only male child and my sister who is three years older than me was schooling in the United States of America.

I returned home so late in the night due to road traffic hassles. I met my parents and they did the usual welcome exercise that entailed showering me with massive love and attention as a result of my long absence from home. The truth is that such level of pampering is always shortlived.

My father is the gentle type but my mother apparently enjoys nagging. As I buried a large chunk of the goat meat on my rice soaked with stew in my mouth, a curvy and short female figure just came out of the kitchen. My mother swiftly introduced her to me as Imabong, the new housemaid from Akwa Ibom to ease me of my household chores' burden.

Imabong went on her knees as she called me 'Uncle Samuel'. I was embarrassed anyway as she looked like my age-mate. Imabong was looking dirty and unkempt. It was written all over her that she must have seen hard times in the past. I almost found her disgusting until she turned her back to leave. Mehn! When I saw the truck behind her, I knew my devil was about to tempt me 'three times'. Imabong's bum was naturally dancing the popular Brazilian 'Samba' dance with no beat. I have always had a penchant for big bums. She was blessed with a small waist like she used 'waist trainers' that were not prominent then.

As a popular socialite in school as well as a handsome young man, I knew it would be demeaning for me to start lusting after one dirty Imabong with a very awkward Akwa Ibom accent that could make my manhood flaccid on hearing it so I took my mind off it. In less than one week, I became obsessed with Imabong's backside as it shook while she washed my mother's car at the compound. Peeping from my bedroom window to watch her soon became a norm. She wore some nice short skirts that were obviously faded and needed retirement. In fact, they must have gotten short because of long years of service. Later I started noticing her small but firm boobs. I knew I was in trouble. It was a close shave for me. I was ashamed to share the gist with anyone considering her lowly status.

 

I almost approached her severally but I couldn't stand the humiliation of being turned down by my common housemaid and I could be disowned by my parents if they get to know about such disgraceful move. On my second week of vacation, I started leaving the house deliberately to avoid her in order to overcome the temptation. We spent most of the time alone as my father was always traveling both locally and internationally while my mother spent all her day at the Aleshinloye market in Ibadan selling her ostentatious women's clothes.

I endured my regular boners at the slightest sight of Imabong whose appearance started to improve day by day due to the comfort of my house and maybe regular feeding. She was clearly from a humble background.

On a fateful day, I went down the road to buy stuffs without the car using the small gate. Along the line, I met an old friend and we ended up talking for long after which we exchanged phone numbers and parted ways. As I returned home, I accessed the gate with my key and made it into the house only to hear Imabong's laughter renting the air downstairs. I wondered who was with her as my parents were away and my sister isn't based in Nigeria. I shrugged off the thoughts and opened the door only to see one tattered guy romancing Imabong on the floor of the second living room. Imabong was almost dispossessed of her clothes. She was shocked to the marrow of her bone. I am sure she thought I would be away for so long.

 

She ran to me and shouted "na my brother from village Uncle Sam! We just they play!! Nothing don happen abeg". I stared at their faces like I was angry and left for my room. The guy swiftly rushed out as I could hear the sound of the door behind him with Imabong panicking. I felt a sense of joy knowing Imabong wasn't as innocent as she looked. I always knew a man was around the corner manning her gigantic bum.

 

It was a confirmation and it gave me hope of trial. As I tried to eat my the bread I bought with butter, Imabong knocked at my door wanting to see me. She was in tears as she begged me seriously to hide her secret. She said it was the first time she was trying such and that she gave the guy a chance because they are from the same local government in Akwa Ibom. I smiled and told her to wipe her tears that I will never share with anyone. She was so excited as she hopped around my room. From that day, Imabong started worshiping me, she always felt threatened whenever she saw me holding quiet conversations with my parents. She anticipated my exposure of her secret affair.

After two weeks, I finally fell for her. I woke up in the middle of the night and sneaked into her room under high pressure. I was so horny that I lost appetite for food that evening. I entered her room and the young girl was sleeping virtually n*ked, wearing only small pant that barely covers her bum. Getting close was the first time I observed her glowing skin. I explored her body quietly as I trembled with fear of she exclaiming in shock. She later woke up and tried screaming but I covered her mouth. She couldn't believe her eyes. It wasn't her village friend but me live and direct. She was so timid but didn't show much resistance.

"What if mummy catch us?" She asked in her usual pidgin English. I convinced her my parents were sleeping. She was so scared as I approached her and sucked her breasts. It was firm and the nipples were hard. They were different from that of my usual school girls who have depreciated their bodies by warming several beds with massive body counts. She moaned softly and I saw tears rolling down her cheeks. She was scared to touch me. My fear was meeting her as a virgin. I hate virgins so much due to how much they hurt and bleed during s*x. I love the 'project' being commissioned already by another 'public office holder' lol. I grabbed my buttocks and they were softer than Vita foam. Imabong was the bomb!

 

All these village girls are like diamonds in the dirt that need to be discovered. Our so-called tush and cream city ladies only entice us with empty 'packaging' and doctored photos. I squeezed her bum like I wanted to detach it. I later reached for her panties. It was so wet. Imabong's v*gina was just too hairy. A village girl will always be a village girl. She was wetter than a chicken caught in a heavy downpour down there. I fingered her softly as she finally summoned courage to touch me. Imabong's breath was bad like a rat died in her mouth but I had to bear with her.

Nothing comes perfect in this world. Instantly, I wore my condom and slid in. It was tighter than a square peg in a round hole. She cried as I forced my way through. She wasn't a virgin but it was obvious it had been long since she had s*x. Deep inside of her was so warm and peaceful. It was so sweet as I could feel the grip of her v*gina on my huge manhood. She mourned and cried simultaneously. I almost stopped out of sympathy but it was impossible. I swear I was ready to continue even in the face of being nabbed.

You need to see the way Imabong was twisting her on the bed as she unconsciously uttered her native language. She was talking so gibberish. I felt like a real man. She later beckoned to me to have a change of position. She turned her back for the doggy style as she held the mattress furniture. Her bum kept bouncing like a basketball as I did justice to her from behind. She moaned aloud even to the risk of my parents hearing her. It came to a point that she came on top. She rode me like a horse on the battle field. She was gifted on bed. Imabong would certainly make a successful pornstar. She f*cked like she was observing a traditional dance, her body language had a rhythm I find inexplicable.

I finally exploded in her. She collapsed on her bed and covered her face in shyness. Then it dawned on me that I had just slept with my lowly housemaid. I shook off the feeling of guilty and retired to my bedroom. I had a cold shower and slept like a new born baby. It was a huge relief for me.

From that day onward, Imabong started showing discomfort of standing around me out of guilt. We never stopped there, we had s*x like freaks virtually at every spot in the house till I finally left for school.

Imabong later left after my mother discovered she was smuggling in other guys into the house for regular s*x. I miss her and wish I could see her again. I have made up my mind to marry from Akwa Ibom State. Tentative reports have it that their women are naturally good on bed.

I still remember the common words of Imabong which was "Akwa Ibom Ayaya!" I never cared to ask her what that means anyway.

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Erotic Story: Tales of a Naughty Wife Who Had S*x with Her Hubby's Best Friend

A sizzling tale of s*xual experience by a house wife with her hubby's best friend well narrated to entertain and satisfy. (This article is rated 18+)

Inset photo: Bria Myles - a pornstar (Used for illustrative purposes only)

 

I met Jide for the first time during a dinner party Michael and I organized for our friends.

 

 He had been in the States for a few years now and was unable to attend my wedding. Michael informed me that he only came back for a couple of weeks. He was very excited about meeting him as he mentioned that Jide was one of his oldest friends. He told me they had been friends since Secondary school and had a lot of shared experiences.

 

I immediately spotted him when he arrived. Apart from the fact that he was one of the few guests I did not recognise, he was also one of the really handsome ones. He carried himself with such confidence and class that I immediately felt an attraction. He was tall and dark in complexion.

 

He was fit but not so bulky to be a turn-off. His smile was like a magnet and my stomach fluttered like a schoolgirl when his eyes met mine.

 

"Darling, come over, this is Jide. I told you about him," Michael said, summoning me to make introductions.

 

I held out my hand and my heart thumped erratically as soon as Jide held it. "Pleasure to meet you," I said, hoping my voice sounded steady.

 

"Yes, it really is a pleasure. Michael, you have a beautiful wife." Jide said, turning to my husband. I nearly fell over at the compliment. I had no clue why he was affecting me like this but I knew if I was in his presence any longer, I would soon pass out from arousal.

 

I excused myself and returned to seeing to the serving of the food. I kept busy throughout the dinner party, making sure all the guests were content. I felt Jide's eyes on me a few times and I permitted myself to nurse the idea that he was interested in me as well. He kept his distance, though, but each time our paths crossed, I felt an undeniable attraction.

 

A few days after meeting him, I knew I was completely smitten. I thought about him every day and he became a regular guest during my s*xual fantasies. I would finger myself to the thoughts of him and came so hard that I was shivering. I had this feeling of longing that refused to go away. Eventually, I gave in and found him on Facebook.

 

I sent a Friend Request which he accepted almost immediately. Then I got a message from him. 'Hello, Abby. It was great meeting you. How are you doing?'

 

My heart began to beat in quick paces again as I responded. 'It was nice to meet you too. I am fine. Hope you are enjoying your time in Nigeria.'

 

'Oh, I am. Things are not perfect but it had been great catching up with friends. How is married life treating you? Hope my friend is good to you.'

 

'It has been alright.'

 

'That's good. I quite enjoyed the meal you served during that dinner. You are a fantastic cook. This is one thing I miss being in the States. Real, yummy Nigerian meals.'

 

'Thank you so much for the compliment. I am sure it is not difficult to get food like that there, though.'

 

'It isn't. But it's not the same.'

 

'Well, I am happy to come around and prepare something delicious for you. At least you get to enjoy a little before going back.' I paused before sending that message, thinking he might see through my motives and shut things down. I shrugged and hit 'sent'. I could always say I was joking if he seemed shocked or offended.

 

'You will? That will be fantastic. I would appreciate that.' I sighed with relief at his response. 'Can you make it sometime this weekend?' He added.

 

I immediately agreed. Michael was travelling for work that weekend and the idea of spending time with Jide was one I could not refuse.

 

That Sunday, I went straight to the market then his home from church. He opened the door and his eyes roamed my body.  I chose a purple dress that did not obviously look that revealing. But, on my way over, I had taken off my bra to add to the appeal, knowing my nipples were pressed against the fabric. I could see the evidence of desire in his eyes and I was thrilled. I might be getting what I needed.

 

I spent most of the afternoon in the kitchen, slaving away at his cooking gas. I made a large pot of soup and put a lot of effort into making sure it was extra tasty. He sat on one of the kitchen stools where he kept me company while sipping on a bottle of beer. He asked more questions about me and he seemed interested in getting to know me.

 

After cooking, I asked if I could take a shower before we ate as I felt sweaty and tired. He pointed out the bathroom which adjoined his bedroom. He waited in the bedroom while I showered. When I was done, I came outside, wrapped in one of his towels. He stood up from the bed immediately. I thought he was about to leave the room but he came towards me, his steps purposeful.

 

"You are really beautiful," he said. My lips parted and I wet it with my tongue. His eyes glazed with desire and I leant up. He met me halfway for a passionate kiss. His hands went underneath the towel where he moved gently against my skin. He reached up and tugged at the towel so it fell off, revealing my n*ked body. His mouth went from my lips and down my neck. He grabbed both my breasts and traced his tongue up and down the center.

 

"Hmmm.." I moaned. "That feels so good."

 

He moaned back, his hands coming to rest on my ass. I reached to his front and began to unbutton his shorts. Seeing what I was doing, he lifted his shirt over his head and discarded it.

 

He led me to the bed where he sat, and his hard cock sprang up excitedly. I placed my legs on either side of him and leant down, swallowing his cock in my p*ssy as I went. I began to move up and down, arms around his neck and f*cking him. He felt fantastic up my cunt. I threw my head back, f*cking him with wild abandon.

 

His hands were around my waist and he occasionally rubbed against my ass. Soon, my orgasm began to build and as soon as I was getting to that point of no return, he slid an index finger into my a*shole. I cried out sharply, shuddering as liquid escaped my p*ssy down his cock.

 

After I came, he turned me around on the bed so I was on all fours. He stood on the floor while I turned my ass to him on the bed. He held on my hips and thrust, f*cking me harder this time. I bent my torso so he could enter deeper and kept meeting his thrusts. He shoved that cock into me, deep and fast.

 

I moaned in protest when he took out his dick. He reached for his nightstand where he picked a condom and put it on. He returned to me, pushing his now protected cock into me. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrust. His groans got louder while his dick pushed deeper into me, swelling and erupting in my p*ssy.

 

All afternoon to late evening, Jide and I had the best time. We ate the food I made and f*cked some more. We never brought up Michael. It was simply an evening of getting to know each other.

 

As I returned home that night, I worried that I had fallen in love with my husband's good friend.

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