It seemed as if every spare second of her time,
Deanne's mind could only thing of one thing
.........................a big black cock
...................fucking her! Lovemaking with her loving
husband was now so different, his manhood was so small in
comparison to those high school students' who had raped her, and
he always came before she even got close to reaching a
climax. Left high and dry each time she sought solace with
her husband, frustration set in with Deanne getting more and
more desperate as each day went by, and then she looked at the
calendar showing an upcoming teacher's conference in a couple of
weeks. Her dreams and fantasies came true at that
conference, for there she met Sammy Turner who was an assistant
principal at a middle school, and he certainly fulfilled her
fantasies. Legs up as she clasped her ankles, Deanne
shivered and quivered as Sammy spurted his seed in her, hearing
him announce that "I's cumming in ya, teach!" If a hook up
didn't take place in the conference itself with a fellow
educator, Deanne always managed to find what she was needing,
like Ike Brown who manned a booth for a sponsor selling
books. Ike fucked her so good and hard right on the
counter that she had to put her arms above her head to clasp the
back of the counter, her legs were on his broad black shoulders
as he leaned into her and skewered her deeper, then heard him
say "Sure glad I came to this conference!"
Deanne signed up for every conference available, getting the
kind of fucking that she needed so badly, so then she could go
back home to her husband and play the part of the innocent naive
wife and teacher. Need for a good fucking at the
conference would sate needs for awhile, allowing Deanne to
play the loving wife, even initiating sex play with her husband
but then faking an orgasm each time. "Oh, honey
......................yes, yes ...........................oh,
yesssssssssss!" was her standard play acting line that seemed to
convince her husband that he was a good lover. But if it
was months before the next conference to be held, Deanne would
get fidgety and on edge, often times even considering spreading
her legs for old man Marcus. At 70 years old and work as
the high school janitor, Marcus Johnson could see that look in
the lovely blonde teacher, a look that he knew very well
.....................................she was in dire need of a
big black cock! Marcus knew that it was just a matter of
time ................................................he'd get to
fuck the prim and proper Mrs. Deanne Cullins
.............................."She'll be spreading those long
sexy white legs for me soon enough!"
It was four months since her last conference, Deanne was
climbing the walls, jittery and irritable told her that she was
in dire need of a good fucking. Even the school's elderly
janitor got her attention when he came to empty the trash from
her room, making Deanne wonder 'Can he still do it? Can he
still get it up at his age?' One afternoon, with Deanne in
dire need, Marcus the janitor had emptied the trash and then
came up to her desk and asked "Are you feeling okay, Mrs.
Cullins?" Deanne could only nod her head to advise 'Yes'
and then departed from her classroom. Deanne looked
up and saw the janitor exit her classroom, with her thinking 'If
you could still do it, I could use a good fuck!', then noticed
the piece of paper that had been left on the corner of her
desk. Turning the piece of paper over, it read
'Ms.Cullins, I've got just what you need! I'll be home at
4:30!' At the bottom of the note was an address that was
about a mile away from the school's location.

'4:30? Do I dare?' Deanne
wonder as she squeezed her thighs together, which kept her from
wetting her panties. Just then there was a ping on her
cellphone, letting her know that a text message had just been
sent to her. Picking up her cellphone and opening up the
text message, it was from her husband reading 'I'll by joining
the guys from work for some drinks after work so will be home
late! Love you!' and it was signed by his code name to
her. She had forgotten that this was a Friday, and that
her husband and co-workers would often go out to have some
drinks after work was over for the week. Deanne then
texted him back 'Perfect, as I was just going to text you also
as I'm going to join some of me fellow teacher's for a night out
after we leave here! Back late also! Love you too!'
and she signed off with her code name. With everything
cleared up for her, Deanne picked up the piece of paper once
again to look at the address, then folded it to put in her purse
as she needed to tidy up the classroom before leaving.
Driving up to the address written down on the piece of paper,
she saw the familiar car in the carport, the one that belonged
to the high school janitor. Looking about nervous, seeing
no one around, Deanne got out of her car and walked to the front
door of the house. Just as she was about to knock, the
door opened and she was pulled inside by Marcus the school's
janitor, her lips were immediately covered by his. The
hand that she had raised to knock on the door had been grabbed
at the wrist, then she had been pulled inside the house, but
that hand had been pulled on down and now her fingers were
caressing the large tented bulge in his pants. What Deanne
felt with her fingers told her that the note was absolutely
true, that Marcus the janitor had exactly what she needed.
Returning the man's intimate kiss, using her fingers to massage
the growing bulge, Deanne heard the zipper being pulled down the
back of her dress and then fingers were undoing the clasp of her
bra.
Naked in bed with the school's black janitor, Deanne was
certainly impressed at how muscular the 70 year old was, for he
certainly was stronger than her much younger husband. And
then he was shuffling on forward, tool in hand to guide it into
her, Deanne looked down between her widespread legs and was
quite impressed as she exclaimed "Marcus, I can't believe how
big you are!" "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh
...........................my God, it's so biggggggggggg
......................................oh,
yessssssssssssssssssss!" Deanne squealed out as the elderly
janitor slid his thick tool up into her a few inches. Lifting
her head up off the bed, Deanne looked down between their
bodies once again, gasping aloud for there was another good nine
inches of solid black meat remaining to slide up into her.
"Oh, Marcussssssssss .....................................oh,
God ..................................yes, yes
.........................oh, yessssssssssssssssssssss!" Deanne
panted out as more of the janitor's thick tool slid up into her.
"Ya need it bad, don't ya, teach?" she heard him ask of
her, to which Deanne nodded her head 'Yes' before panting out
"Yes ..........................yes, Marcus
...........................you knew what I wanted
.......................what I needed
...........................now give it to me! Fuck
me! Fuck me with your big black cock!" Seconds
later, as she was getting just what she asked for, what she was
in dire need of, Deanne panted out "Yesssssssssssss
......................................oh, give it to me, Marcus
..................................it feels so good! Your
cock feels so good in me! Deeper
...........................fuck me deeper!" Deanne
couldn't believe it, for the elderly black janitor at her high
school was giving her the best fucking ever, far better that at
any conference she had been to thus far. As Marcus' thick
shaft sank deeper and deeper into her, Deanne released her legs
to then wrapped them around the janitor's humping black ass,
then she wrapped her arms around his neck as she used her legs
to pull him even deeper into her. Deanne would soon find
that Marcus had even more thick skunk in his balls than the
young studs she had fucked at the conferences.
Getting home to a dark house and empty garage, Deanne breathed a
deep sigh of relief in having arrived home before her husband,
for now she could get upstairs for a hot shower and
douche. Deanne knew that she reeked of sex and that her
panties were soaked from all the cum that had leaked out
of her well-fucked pussy, and she couldn't help but think 'I
can't believe much spunk the old boy had in him!' Under
the hot shower, Deanne cleansed her body of the stench of hot
raw sex, thinking that 'I need to thank Marcus for putting out
that fire between my legs! Maybe I'll make his dream come
true next week!" The dream that Marcus had told her about,
all while stroking this thick boner in and out of her cunny,
when he had panted out "Oh, Ms. Cullins
................................I've had so many dreams of you
at night .......................................even getting to
fuck you one day in your classroom
.....................................right on top of your
desk!" Deanne knew that she no longer needed to wait for
the next conference to take place, for she planned to encourage
her husband to go out with the guys at work every Friday night,
for the teachers at her school would be doing the same.
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