When I woke up in the morning, my dick was pointing towards the ceiling. I had a massive fucking tent between my legs. And my overall level of horniness was through the roof. So I decided to try my luck once more. I turned around and spooned my former elementary college teacher.

A few minutes later she opened her eyes. I began to kiss her neck. And I got an immediate answer: “You are still horny, aren’t you? You still want to fuck your damn hot teacher, don’t you? You want to stick your rock hard dick inside my wet, tasty and perfect looking pussy, don’t you?”

Hearing her saying the last thing got me even more exited. I think my dick got even harder. All that I got out was a very needy “Yes.”

But she stayed consistent. She gave me the same answer like the day before: “Not now, maybe later. And time to grab some breakfast.”

Then she got out of bed. Offering me a perfect view on her naked body. I watched her while she got dressed: “I know, I am a hot one. But now, get out of bed.”

Well, I complied. I did what she told me to do. I got dressed and followed her downstairs where we ended up in the kitchen. She made me sit down at the counter. While she was preparing some breakfast for the two of us. And yes, I was still undressing her with my eyes always.

While enjoying our breakfast we talked about the day that was laying ahead of us. She asked me if I already had plans. A look outside told me that the weather wasn’t good enough to hang out at the lake, so I said no, I have nothing planed for today. A smile appeared on her face: “Do you want to stay here, with me, at my place?”

Nothing was speaking against it. I had nothing else scheduled, and I was still hoping to stick my dick inside her. So, well: “I’d love to stay here and spend my day with you.”

Her smile got even bigger: “It might be a little bit much to ask, but can you help me out with some stuff around the house?”

Again, I was thinking, why not: “Sure, no problem at all.”

She thanked me by giving me a little kiss on my cheek. I might have blushed a little bit. Then we went outside. On our way out she handed me some working boots, some gloves and an ax. Once we were out, she pointed towards a massive pile of cut, but not split firewood: “Make yourself useful.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Hearing me confirming her order that way put another smile on her face. Then I went to work. Splitting one log after the other. It didn’t took long until sweat was running down my body. But I kept going.

Luckily she brought me something to drink from time to time. While teasing the shit out of me. At all times with a massive smile on her face. She seemed to be happy that I was chopping some firewood for her.

The morning flew by. I found a nice working rhythm, the pile of finished firewood got bigger with every hour. While I got hungrier and hungrier. Luckily lunchtime was around the corner. And yes, she prepared a lot of food for me.

We had dinner on her terrace. The table nearly broke under the amount of food. Very hungry me, yes physical labor does that to you, dug in like a maniac. Damn it, she knew how to cook. Seeing me digging in, seeing me liking her food, put a smile on her face. While eating, I even forgot to stare down her cleavage for some time.

After my belly was filled, she told me to rest a little bit while she would put the dishes away. And yes, once more, I did what she told me to do. After some time she came back and served coffee. After the coffee was empty, she sent me back to work: Chopping firewood all afternoon long.

During the afternoon I slowed town. I wasn’t used to that kind of work, so my arms began to weaken. The even began to hurt. She saw me struggling. She gave me some nice encouraging words. She helped me to get through the afternoon. She promising me a glorious, awesome reward. It was horny me, that kept me going.

In the late afternoon she told me to stop. I was glad that my working day was over. She even gave me a gentle kiss on my mouth. Then she sent me off, upstairs, to take a shower. To clean myself up. She also told me, that she already had put out a new set of cloth for me. And that dinner would be ready in about half an hour.

The warm water felt great on my sore muscles. I was thinking about jerking off, but I was to exhausted. Too tired to do so. By the looks of it, horny me was gone, at least for the moment.

After I cleaned my body, and after I put on a fresh set of clothes, I went downstairs again. She was already waiting for me. Dinner was ready. We sat down, enjoyed some food while having a nice conversation. Once we were done, when dinner was over, I helped her putting away the dishes.

When I all of a sudden heard a commanding voice from behind me: “Drop your pants and underwear, pull up your shirt and bend over the kitchen counter.”

A shiver drove through my body. My dick was hard within a few seconds. Then I followed her orders: “Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, spread your legs a little bit.”

Again, I complied. A few seconds later, she hit me with a spatula. Directly onto my ass cheeks. It hurt, but it felt good too. She kept on hitting. With every hit, moan escaped my throat. My dick was rock solid and leaking his nasty juices: “Lock at the little pervert we got here. Getting off while getting spanked. I think it is time for something else, because someone clearly is enjoying himself too much.”

I heard how she was opening and closing a drawer. I wanted to turn around, to understand what she was up too. But she saw what I was doing: “Don’t dare to look. I it is a surprise. The reward for your hard work.”

Well, a few seconds later my eyes were looking forward again. Excitement was filling up my body. Excitement and curiosity about what she would do next. Then I felt something cold running over my asshole. Then I felt something pressing on my dirty hole. Then I felt something sliding inside my dirty hole. It felt great. Moans escaped my throat. My eyes were turning backwards. My dick wanted to explode.

After she shoved something up my ass, she did it very gentle and slow, so that I could adjust to the feeling of it, she began to fuck me with whatever she had pushed inside my eyes. It felt good in the beginning. It felt better with time. It felt awesome in the end. Because she knew what spots she had to hit. She clearly had done something like that before.

Then, all of sudden, I felt some heat building up inside me. I felt my legs getting weaker. Then, boom, I had a leg shaking full body orgasm. My meanwhile limp dick nutted out a massive load. I was a happy, satisfied mess. I collapsed onto the kitchen counter.

Once I was back in my body again, I turned around and looked her in the face. She was smiling. I thanked her for what she had done with me. But she wasn’t done with me: “Look at the mess you made. You filthy pervert. You messed up my kitchen. Clean it.”

She was pointing towards my cum, that was running down her kitchen cabinet. I wanted to get a sponge. But she stopped me: “Be a good boy, use your tongue.”

I struggled. I never ever ate sperm before. She saw me struggling. But she didn’t wanted to be nice. She just got angrier with every second that past by: “I gave you a simple order. Full fill it, now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Then I went down on my knees, and cleaned up the mess I made. She made sure that I swallowed every last drop of my own cum. When I looked up, I saw a very satisfied expression on her face. She even smiled at me: “You are a good boy. Now, get dressed, grab a few snacks, we are going to watch some TV.”

For the rest of the evening we cuddled next to each other. On the sofa. Watching TV. Enjoying being next to each other. Even sharing a few gentle kisses. And yes, I stayed at her place over night again. We were sleeping naked again. And this time, because she cured my horny, I had no problems falling asleep at all.