Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

[sarit11]

"You're not going to come again without permission are you? Because if you do I may have to cane you."

"No Granddad, I won't come again, I promise." The thought of being caned was enough to cool my pussy, and I knew that the old bastard would do it, given half a chance.
"Would you like Granddad to fuck your nice pussy?"
"Yes Granddad."
"Say it then. Ask me nicely."
"Please Granddad, will you fuck me please."
He made no reply. I wanted it now, wanted it badly enough to put on a convincing act for the old bastard.
"Please Granddad." I whined, "I want to be a good girl and please you. My cunt is all hot and wet and I need to be fucked. Please do it to me Granddad."
"Get on the floor then." He barked in a gruff voice.

I lay down on the cold, dirty floor of his store room and looked up at him as I opened my legs. He stood over me for a few moments, taking in the view, then started to unfasten his trousers. I had another look at the repulsive grey/yellow Y-fronts before he pushed them down to his knees.
His cock stood erect, proudly jutting out over his massive ball sack. He knelt between my legs and positioned his glans at the top of my slit. Then he slowly ran the tip up and down my slit, rubbing it against my clit. He pushed in between my lips into the entrance to my tunnel, then withdrew again. I moaned and thrust my hips up, trying to 'capture' his cock.
He lay on top of me and began to stroke my breasts, teasing my nipples. I was aware of his strong body odour, the smell of stale tobacco. Then he kissed me. His foul, rubbery lips were pressed onto mine and his tongue had forced its' way into my mouth. He tasted vile, I almost gagged. I turned my head away, trying to evade this ultimate violation but at that moment he pushed into me up to the hilt. I gasped as his cock drove deep into me and his tongue entered me too.

He began to fuck me with strong deep strokes, every one felt like it was reaching the very top of my pussy and my body shuddered as his hips collided with mine. His hands were still tormenting my breasts and his vile tongue was exploring my mouth. I lay there fighting a growing nausea.
After a minute or two he stopped, propped himself up on one elbow and looked at me coldly.
"Are you going to lay there like a fucking corpse, or would you like me to use the slipper to liven you up?"
"I'm sorry."
He slapped me across the face, making me gasp with shock.
"You didn't call me Granddad." He laughed.
"I'm sorry Granddad. I'll try harder." I said in a little-girl voice.

He started to pump into me again. I began to thrust my hips up to meet his strokes; I stroked his back and bottom, tickling his tight hole. He pressed his mouth onto mine again, and I responded by opening my mouth and letting his tongue roam around my mouth at will. I stroked his tongue with mine and gasped and moaned as he enjoyed me. I reached down between us to stroke and tickle his outsize ball bag. He grunted appreciatively and increased the speed and strength of his strokes. And then he came in me. I felt stream after stream of hot semen being fired into me; he went completely rigid on top of me. After the first few spurts I expected the jets to diminish but he just kept on emptying those huge balls into me. I had never known a man dump such a load into me. It felt like he was never going to stop. Finally he shuddered and collapsed on top of me.
After a few moments he raised himself up and put his shrivelling member back into his repulsive underwear.
"Not bad. That wasn't bad at all. You can get your things on now and bugger off, I've got things to do. You come back soon though, and we'll do it again, right?"
I didn't reply. Alan couldn't make me do this again, could he?

"Come on! I haven't got all bloody day you know. Get your dirty little arse up off my floor, get dressed and get out."
I got to my feet and started to gather my clothes. As I moved the semen he had deposited into me started to leak out. I could feel it seeping down my legs and into my stocking tops. I pulled my skirt on and began fastening my bra. I heard a voice calling from the back of the shop.
"Hey Granddad? Granddad where are you? How come the shop is closed?"
The voice was strangely familiar, but I couldn't put a name to it. I hurriedly pulled my blouse on, fastening the buttons wrongly in my haste, but no matter, I was no longer exposed.
"I'm in here Adam, come on through."

Alarm bells started to ring in my mind. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be…..
"What the hell's going on Gramps? Why have you closed up on a Saturday afternoon?"
"I've been entertaining a visitor. This is Alison. This is my grandson, Adam, say hello."
I turned to face the grandson, but I already knew who it was. Adam Stuart, arrogant fifteen year old who always seemed to know how far to go without getting into trouble. I had had several incidents with Adam. My mind went back to the first day Alan had made me go into class without a bra or knickers. Adam had guessed my state of undress at once, and had enjoyed himself at my expense by suggesting that we all take off our jackets to keep cool. There was something about Adam that disturbed me, it was as though I knew he was beyond my control. Now he looked at me with a mixture of contempt and amusement on his face.
"Hello Miss. Fancy seeing you here!"

"Hello Adam. I just called in to say hello to your grandfather and buy a newspaper." I stammered pathetically.
"Sure Miss, anything you say." He said, a dirty smirk on his face.
"You now each other?"
"This is my English teacher, Gramps. You remember, I told you about her, the miserable bitch."
The old man sniggered.