บททั้งหมดของ Seductive Tales of Romance: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 1Like every guy on the planet, I had the hots for one of my teachers. The name of my crush was Mrs. Gavelle , my senior year English teacher, was a conservative woman in her late thirties. Mrs. Gavelle was a beautiful lady. She had short red hair, which stopped a little before her shoulders, a dark pair of chocolate brown eyes and a simply gorgeous face - the type I could've stared at for hours.She also had an amazing body, in my opinion. She was tall, maybe five-foot-ten or -eleven, and curvier than most women. I guess some would call her thick, but definitely not overweight. What's more, she had a pair of double D tits that looked like a fun time, a narrow waist, complemented with wide flaring hips and a big round ass that distracted me to no end in class. She was the total package.Every day, after school, I would get home, rip off my pants and beat off to depraved thoughts of her. And, boy, were they depraved. You see, ever since this one movie I'd seen when I was young

Chapter 3I stared at her down for a while then released her arm. She looked relieved. That wouldn't last long. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. "There's something I need to show you, Mrs. Gavelle ." I tapped my way to my videos' folder. "You might want to retake your seat.""I'm fine. I'll stand.""Have it your way." I double-tapped on her husband's video and handed her the phone.After watching it for a few seconds, the color drained from her face and she sat back down. She watched for a little while longer then handed me back my phone. I stopped the video and put my phone back into my pocket. Mrs. Gavelle sat with a lost expression for a few moments. Then she regained her composure."So...you've found out about my husband and Kevin."Kevin Mitchell? The dentist?...That's who the other guy was? I found that surprising, but I was even more surprised she knew."I didn't know you knew about them.""Of course I knew. They've been pulling this shit off for years."Years

Chapter 5Her eyes dropped. She parted her lips, leaned forward and took my cockhead into her mouth, causing me to groan. Mrs. Gavelle sucked on it for a while then proceeded to bob her head. Out of all the blowjobs I'd received, this was by far my favorite. But I suspected there was a psychological reason behind that. Knowing this was Mrs. Gavelle 's lips around my cock, the woman I'd fantasized about for so long, is what I guessed made it so special.But it didn't take long for me to get over it. The rest of my shaft cried for attention and the sensation of her teeth wasn't pleasant. "You're gonna be sucking all day if you keep this up, Mrs. G. Widen your mouth and try to get as much of my cock into it as you can."I felt her mouth widen and head bob about an inch lower. It wasn't much of an improvement, but at least she tried."Good girl." I patted her head. "Now look up into my eyes and try to get more of my cock in. Some girls can get the whole thing in there." Okay, so that was

Chapter 7Once the bell sounded for lunch during my math class, I packed away my stuff and then headed back to Mrs. Gavelle 's classroom. I opened her door and stepped inside. She sat at her desk, but then stood when she saw me."Didn't I tell you to refer to me as 'sir' at all times?""You did, sir.""Then why did you keep calling me 'Ryan' during your lesson?"Her head slumped. "I'm sorry, sir, but I had to." She looked back up. "What would the other students think?""I don't care and you will be punished for your disobedience. Now bend over the desk and get your pants down.""Yes, sir, but please lock the door first."I thought. I liked the idea of someone walking in the class while her pants were down, but I said, "Fine." I took her keys and made my way over to her door as she got into position. I locked it then walked into the backroom to retrieve the items she bought. Then I stepped out and made my way back over to Mrs. Gavelle . Her chest lay flat on her desk and pants were jus

Chapter 9The next day, at school, I was disappointed to learn Mrs. Gavelle did not come into work. Mr. Banks substituted for her, which raised all kinds of questions in my head. Why wasn't she here? Was she okay? Where was she? Had I pushed her into quitting her job? And so on and so forth. But I soon received a text message that put my worries to bed:"I'm sorry I didn't come to work today, sir. Please forgive me. If you really miss me and want to punish me for skipping work, feel free to come over to my house after school. My address is 67 Honeydew Lane, Greenwood."I smiled then typed, "I'll see you soon, my pet." I hit send and pocketed my phone.The rest of the day went by as normal. I learned, studied and hung out with my friends. Luckily, and because it was my final year, I got to leave the school after the seventh period. I headed to the parking lot, got into my muscle car and punched Mrs. Gavelle 's address into my satnav. Then I brought my engine to life and drove to her h