French 201: Mrs Widowmaker

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"Le singe est sur la branche." Mrs. Lacroix said as she strutted between the rows of desks, reading from a textbook in her short, loose skirt and her buttoned-up white blouse. Her heels clacked on the floor as the boys, and a few of the girls, glanced up from their textbooks to admire/ogle her body. "The monkey is on the branch. Répétez" she said in her sternest teacher voice.

"Le singe est sur la branche." We repeated almost mechanically as she reached the front row of desks, turned, and leaned on the desk. Watching us all as she held the textbook in her hand and rested the other on her desk.

"Le chat est sur la chaise." She said mechanically, "The Cat is on the chair. Répétez."

"Le chat est sur la chaise." We repeated, just as mechanically as she snapped the book shut and sighed reluctantly, sounding both bored and disappointed. She seemed to be out of it today. "Do any of you have questions?" I paused, I felt the urge to snark rising quickly inside me so I raised my hand, unable to stop myself. "Yes, Monsieur Snow?"

"There aren't a lot of jungles in France. Why would there be a monkey on the branch?"

The class released a few collective giggles as Mrs. Lacroix rubbed her purple forehead, sighing again. "…I'm not dignifying that. Stay after class Scott and clean the chalkboard."

"Worth it for the reference." I replied as if on cue the bell rang. So as usual once the rest of the class stormed out I went to clean the chalkboard as she stayed leaning against the desk. I barely started when she suddenly spoke.

"Scott… what is wrong with me?"

I blinked at her confused for a moment, opened my mouth, closed it, then opened it again as words came out. "In a moral sense? Or a physical sense? You're going to have to be more specific with this one…"

She frowned, running her hands lazily down her shapely body. "Am I sexy?"

"Oh, that's an easy question. Yes. You are sexy." I noted, but she still frowned.

"Oh you don't count!" she scowled, walking around her desk and facing me as I continued to wipe the blackboard. "You are easy to seduce!" she scolded, sounding more annoyed that it was true than she sounded disappointed that it was me. And now I was wondering if I should be offended. "…Perhaps I need a new opinion?" she mumbled. "What do other boys think is sexy?" she asked, legitimately asking me this question.

I stared at her beautiful purple face for a good long while, then I said, bluntly. "You." She was one of the more popular teachers in terms of pure sexiness. Then again that varied from day to day.

She blinked at me in silent confusion for a moment, then gave me a playful smile. "Oh, you…" she cooed, before frowning thoughtfully. "But I am serious!"

"So am I…" I replied with a sigh. Sometimes I think Olivia is the only one who realizes just how fucking sexy the female teachers are at this school. Is that humility? Or ignorance? No idea at this point.

She scowled and rolled her eyes. That adorable annoyed look appeared on her face again as she folded her arms across her chest. "…Perhaps I am no longer Gerard's type."

"I sincerely doubt that." I mumbled, considering their off-and-on, up-and-down relationship, even I could tell how much they meant to each other and I've only met Gerard a couple of times. I was starting to think that Gerard was just ignorantly distant. I eyed her shapely body for a minute and sighed, I suppose I should give her better suggestions.

"…You could always try to be…" I paused, trying to find the right word as the one I was about to use might be a little offensive…Hmm… Nope. Couldn't think of a better word. "Slutty."

"Excusez-moi?" she growled quietly, glaring at me.

I sighed, I really wished I could've found a better word. "Well… maybe some lingerie. Something lacy with stockings and elbow-length gloves…" her angry look lesson as she seemed to be pondering the idea. "…Maybe a little striptease. Or a straight-up aphrodisiac? Mei's got a few she could spot you."

Amelie seemed to be thinking hard. In fact, she was quiet for a long, long time. So, I went back to cleaning the chalkboard. No sense in wasting too much time. After finishing clearing the board I went to grab my things when Amelie spoke up again.

"Scott. Would you mind coming to shop with me this Saturday?" I paused thinking about it for a moment, I didn't have plans… I shrugged.

"Sure I guess. Why?"

"I need a man's opinion. Meet me outside your house at 7:00." She said pushing away from the desk and sashaying out of the room before me. Still looking very thoughtful.

I laughed a little. She thinks I'm a man. Progress. And wondering just what Gerard did to fuck up this time I went to my next class. Music with Mr. Lucio.

The days came and went before I knew it and I awoke Saturday morning feeling surprisingly rested as I dressed and went downstairs. With a good morning to dad on the couch and a kiss for mom in the kitchen, I gathered the necessary supplies for a day out, wallet, keys, and phone, and walked outside as a familiar engine roar pulled up to our curb.

Amelie, dressed in sexy biker girl purple leather and her helmet, roared up on her motorcycle, now with an additional matching sidecar, and removed her elaborately designed helmet and shook out her hair. Glancing at me as she patted the side saddle. "Dépêchez-vous, Scott. We do not have all day…" she said as I approached her, eyeing the sidecar a little reluctantly.

"…Can't I ride behind you?" I asked, grinning at her as she scowled.

"It doesn't matter. Just hurry up." Considering that an invitation I sat behind her, she reached into the sidecar and slapped an odd-smelling helmet on my head.

"…This one smells weird." I noted as she placed hers on her head and I wrapped my arms around her slender waist. Rubbing it a little as she shivered.

"It's been awhile since someone used it." she replied, glancing over her shoulder at me and giving me an evil look. I could tell even under her helmet. "Do not DO THAT while I'm driving!" she scolded, revving the engine and taking off.

We soon arrived at the Snowy Blizzard Mall, and with barely any warning she parked her bike and placed her helmet in the sidecar with mine. "Come on." She said sternly, her leather boots already strolling across the parking lot towards the mall. I followed her in silence as we made our way up the escalators and headed straight towards…

"…Oh this might be awkward…" I mumbled as 'Valla's Secret' in black and pink lettering hung over the store she was heading right towards. Valla's Secret was a lingerie shop, and honestly, I never wanted to be the kind of creepy guy who hung around a women's clothing store. No matter how sexy and purple my model would be… but seeing the look she gave me and realizing I had no way out of this I followed her into the store.

A black-haired woman sat behind the counter, blowing a pink bubble of gum as she eyed us for a minute. Thankfully if she thought it was weird that a male high-school student was walking into a lingerie shop she didn't show it. "Welcome to Valla's Secret, I'm Li-Ming, let me know if you need anything…" she said a little lazily.

"Je vous remercie." Amelie replied, already eyeing a collection of lacy black underwear as I stood beside her as comfortably as I could surrounded by lingerie, thankfully nobody else was in the store.

She grabbed a collection of outfits, and strutted towards the changing rooms as I sat outside on apparently a courtesy bench. Her first was a sort of classic white bra and panties, with garters and stockings. "What do you think?" she said curiously, gently tossing her hair and posing for me.

I had NO opinion about this. She was Amelie Lacroix, she could literally wear a PONCHO and she'd look sexy. This was sort of a futile effort. "You look good." I said, and she frowned.

"…Not good enough." She noted sourly, rushing back into the changing room as I waited again.

The second effort was a lacy gown that showed off her legs, she strutted gently before me, pulling the lower part of the gown aside slightly to give me a better look at her purple thighs. "…Well?"

I glanced at her up and down. She LOOKED GOOD. I don't think it was possible for her to really look any better. "You look fine." I said, she scowled and abruptly stomped back into the changing room.

The third time however was the charm. Black, silky, and practically transparent she stepped exotically out of the changing room like a burlesque dancer on stage. A black, shoulder-less one piece that looked like it was being held up by her breasts, long silky black stockings on her legs, and elbow-length silk gloves. My mouth dropped… I was wrong.

Seeing my look of awe, she grinned, and let her hands roam her body as if trying to get a feel. And nodded determinedly. "I'll take these."

One comically timed cash register ding later and we were on our way. However, instead of dropping me off at my house, she charged towards her own Gargoyle-esk castle home. Rolling into her garage and getting off the bike. "Come." She ordered and I obeyed, hypnotized by her tight, black leather-clad rear.

"Okay…" I finally said as she led me upstairs to her obvious bedroom. With a huge double bed, surround sound speakers, a tv bigger than the school blackboard, and a desk and chair which she promptly pulled from the desk and shoved me into as she strode to the bathroom.

"Well… I need a horny idiot to practice on." I wasn't offended. "So stay there." She said, taking her recently purchased clothes into the bathroom.

I waited patiently in a room that probably cost more than my entire house when she slowly strode out of the bathroom wrapped in her cock rising new clothes. Ignoring me completely and approaching the wall, pressing a button as a section of the wall turned to reveal an extremely expensive stereo. Of course, her castle had secret… things. I guess it's not a secret room or a passage, but it still applies!

I sat in the chair as she turned on the stereo, slowly slow smooth sounds flowed from the speakers surrounding the room as she pulled up the stockings on her legs just a little tighter. As she strutted towards me. She leaned forward, grinning smugly at me as I stared down her purple cleavage, held tightly together by her brand-new black lingerie. Her silky gloved hands slowly stroked my chest, then went lower down my pants, brushing beside my quickly hardening length as she flicked her fingers off my knees and stood back up.

"You stay. Right there." She ordered, tossing her hair slowly in her hands as she began to sway and swivel her hips, slowly rotating to the music until her perfectly shaped purple ass was in view. It made tiny circles before my eyes as she lowered herself to her knees, pushing it out towards me as she rose back up. Jutting her ass towards me as she placed her hands on her knees, gyrating her hips in a slow dance that accentuated her perfectly toned ass wrapped in silky lingerie. She certainly knew what I, and by proxy most guys, wanted to get a good look at when she was dancing…

My fingers twitched as they swayed closer and closer towards me, my cock seemingly hypnotized by it. following it like a snake to a snake charmer. I reached out, brushing against her exposed purple skin only to have my hands smacked roughly away.

"Non. Bad boy…" she said, standing upright and continuing to dance. I frowned but kept my eyes locked on her swaying ass as she tossed her hair again. She might have been trained as a ballerina, but she definitely could pass for a stripper. However, now my cock was straining against my pants…

So I unzipped…

She paused just for a moment and froze, smugly grinning over her shoulder as she rapidly swiveled her hips, moving towards me. "Je suppose que je vais devoir te faire plaisir, vilain garçon." Suddenly that big curvy ass was slammed onto my lap, my cock sliding between her thighs as it rubbed up against her silky clothes, her stockings and her crotch. She began to grind, giggling cheerfully as she rubbed her body on my length, her ass firmly pressed on my body as my hands gently caressed it.

"…I love this ass…" I praised, squeezing it between my fingers as she moaned, grinding it up and down my lap and rubbing my cock with her legs and pussy as I watched, hypnotized.

"Mmn. Ta bite est si dure ... elle me veut tellement..." not entirely sure what she was saying, my hands moved away from her grinding ass and up her slender curvy sides, feeling the soft silky lingerie brush my fingers as I cupped her soft purple breasts from behind, pulling her fully against me as she moaned, I squeezed her possessively, she whimpered, biting her lower lip in pleasure as her hips continued to thrust up and down, expertly stroking me with her crotch and thighs…

But I obviously wasn't going to be just satisfied with a lap dance and a… thigh job? Wasn't sure what to call it. I found those wonderfully hard, purple nipples beneath the thin layer of silk, and gently rubbed them gently as she shivered, my tongue sliding around her right earlobe as she broke her silent pleasure, moaning wildly on my lap.

"…I want you right now…" I hissed softly in her ear, she trembled excitedly, grinning proudly as her hips slowed, gently stroking me as I throbbed impatiently. "Let me inside you… I want to fill you up."

"vilain garcon, Tu es du menu fretin." She cooed, licking her lips slowly as I squeezed her tits, making her gasp. Sliding down her stomach to beneath her thighs, then spreading them wide, lifting her from the floor as she gasped with a manic laugh. The tip of my cock, free from her soft thighs, pushed firmly against the thin protection covering her pussy, I felt it soak in arousal as she whimpered excitedly.

"This housewife pussy wants to be fed." I growled hungrily in her ear as I nibbled her earlobe. "it's a hungry pussy, it needs cum all the time." I cooed, squeezing her leg sensually as I put her full weight onto my body leaning back in the chair. I pushed my cock firmly against her, and she whimpered enticingly, feeling it push slightly inside, dangerously close to tearing right through her new lingerie. I reached over and pulled it aside, her warm pussy lips drooling directly on my cock as her hands gripped the top of the chair, bracing herself silently for what was coming.

I sild right in, my cock throbbing and stretching her tight purple tunnel as she sighed in pleasure, twitching around my length as I pushed deep inside. I gave her no time to adjust as I lifted and dropped her up and down my thrusting length, her body grinding on me as I thrust into her tunnel.

"Ah! Oh! Ohh! Mmmn!!" she made a noise but said nothing, gazing down at my cock as it pierced up into her. her knuckles turning white on the chair as she held on tightly as if afraid I would drop her. My movements shook the whole chair dangerously as I made her ride on my cock. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to pound her in a more stable location…

"EEEPP! MERDE!!" she cursed as I stood up, still carrying her from behind as she clutched desperately to me, lifting up and down on my cock as I walked her to the bed, her feet not touching the ground as her heels slipped off from the movement, clattering on the floor as her toes curled. "Oh mon Dieu!" she squealed to the ceiling, her neck stretching out as her whole body clenched on me. I suddenly ripped her off my cock, tossing her onto the bed as she writhed erotically on the sheets, her ass up as her toes and fingers curled in the blankets, trying to withstand the sudden orgasm as she bit down on a pillow, her pussy drooling excitedly for my return.

I crawled over her, gripping her trembling upper arms as I lined my cock up against her pussy. Pushing roughly back in as her screams of pleasure were muffled by the pillow clenched in her teeth as her eyes rolled up. "MMNNNNNMMN!!"

"I was wrong…" I teased, slowly pulling out before roughly slamming back in against that purple ass as it quaked before my eyes. "This isn't a housewife. It's a French whore!"

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

"AH! AH! AH!!!" she panted as my hips rammed repeatedly against her ass, our fleshy smacking echoing just barely over her shrieks of pleasure as I pounded her hard, pulling her firmly back against my cock as I rubbed her body against the bed, practically pushing her towards the other side as I ravaged her pussy. It squeezed my cock tightly, stretching out as I pushed in and out of her insides. It wanted this, it wanted this all day.

To be FUCKED.

"Baise moi! Utilise moi! Façonne ma chatte à ta bite!!" she screamed, but the rest of her words were garbled and incoherent as I grabbed her hair and pulled, she shrieked as she tightened, shivering in pleasure as my thrusts sped up. Her whole body bounced and was slick with sweat as I felt the end approaching, my cock throbbing excitedly to fill her.

Then her whole body tensed up, clutching tightly around me as her arms and legs stretched out. I fell on top of her, tugging her head back as she screamed in pleasure and her pained roots. I pressed my lips against her neck, sucking hard as my cock pumped thick seed deep into her body. She gasped in erotic delight as I gripped her neck, turning her head to kiss her as she moaned incoherently.

"…You're so fucking tight…" I praised, letting my cock pump its last spurt deep into her body. "How are you so tight when you take two different cocks in you regularly?"

"…Une seule d'entre elles m'étire vraiment..." she moaned into my lips, before sighing exhaustedly, letting her head drop on the bed. "…I can't wait to try it out on Gerard…" she chuckled almost darkly.

My cock throbbed inside her, and she shivered before me. "Ooh… did you like that?" she then glanced coyly at me. "You did call me a 'french whore'… don't think I didn't-" but I didn't let her finish, yanking my pussy juice-covered cock out of her pussy as I groped at her ass. "MMn… Naughty boy, I humored you already don't think I-" but I tugged her lingerie aside, exposing that soft, round ass of hers and spreading her cheeks. I think at this point… I was tired of sharing her pussy with Gerard… it was time to claim a hole of my own. "What are you-"

It happened quickly and roughly as I spat on her hole and pushed my cockhead against that tight purple asshole. "Non! Wait!" I covered her mouth and PUSHED.

Her pussy was tight, but her ass was a vacuum seal. She screamed into my hand as she thrashed and trembled beneath me. Buy my cock was firmly planted in her ass, there was no escaping it now. I was however kind enough to let her adjust. She twitched around me, occasionally her hands slapped against me but feebly.

"…This is my hole now…" I said possessively, as she whimpered into my hand. "Let Gerard have your pussy but this is mine." She jumped as I suddenly pulled out and pushed back in, her flesh jiggling as I slapped my hips against her, her hole stretching tightly around my length. "My ass…" I growled, pumping rapidly in her as my hand smacked hard against her purple flesh, she moaned into my other hand. "And I'm going to use it whenever I want, because it's MINE." I licked her ear as she moaned in pleasure. "French." I said roughly, slamming my hips against her ass as she shivered and I just as quickly pulled out, leaving only the tip in her quivering hole before roughly slamming my hips back against her quivering ass. "WHORE!"

My cock burst like a dam as it released a torrent of seed into her tight purple ass. Filling her insides as I claimed her hole like a French colony planting a flag. She shivered and clenched, whimpering around my cock as her eyes rolled up. I pressed down on her body, pulling my hand away from her mouth as she panted in the pleasure of being dominated like that. My hands explored and caressed her body as she moaned.

"Now THAT will get that limp dick Gerard inside you…" I praised her breathlessly as she hit me with a pillow.

"Petite merde." She cursed, glaring at me exhaustedly as I rolled off her. she gingerly, and slowly rolled over, lifting a flexible leg high in the air as her holes spasmed, her ass clenching tightly shut as her pussy drooled arousal and my seed. "I didn't say you could fuck my ass!" she scolded as I shrugged, relaxing on the bed.

"You weren't saying much of anything other than. 'Ah! Oh! Yes! Fuck me more!'" she hit me with a pillow again.

"Don't make me hurt you!" she growled. Trembling as she crawled slowly off the bed, "I need a bath…" she slowly stripped off her clothes as she approached her bedroom bathroom and I followed behind her. she glared at me, "And where are you going?"

"I need a bath too." I noted, already taking off my shirt as she continued to glare.

"There are literally dozens of bathrooms in this house. Use one of those." She glowered but my hands rested on her soft ass as I guided her into the bathroom.

"But this one's closer…" I whined, kissing her exposed shoulders as her clothes hit the floor. Leaving her naked as she undid her ponytail.

"Fine. But NO SEX." She ordered, turning on the water as her purple body was suddenly enveloped in water.

"Fine." I said reluctantly, joining her in the shower as I pressed up against her, scrubbing her body with what could only be expensive French soaps. Of course, mid-way through lathering that luscious purple shape she obviously felt my familiar and recently cleaned, friend brush against her ass.

"NO SEX." She repeated firmly, but strangely she found herself kneeling before me, looking confused before glaring up at me, her mouth parting to slid down my shaft as I sighed in relief.

Blowjobs apparently don't count… she was however pretty pissed when I filled her mouth. So I returned the favor by eating her out… unfortunately after her third orgasm I was horny again and she was on her knees, sucking out another load like a vacuum cleaner. It was a vicious cycle.

End of chapter

Now for the butchering-to be corrected later!

Je suppose que je vais devoir te faire plaisir, vilain garçon. = I suppose I'll have to humor you, naughty boy."

Mmn. Ta bite est si dure ... elle me veut tellement… = Mmn. Your dick is so hard... it wants me so much...

vilain garcon, Tu es du menu fretin. = Naughty boy, you're just practice.

Baise moi ! Utilise moi ! Façonne ma chatte à ta bite!! = Fuck me! Use me! Shape my pussy to your cock!

Une seule d'entre elles m'étire vraiment… = Only one of them really stretches me out

Special thanks to masudo for corrections, or for a sad joke, 'pardoning my french'. Ha!