Dola slowly guided my penis into her, her breath hitching as it was almost halfway in.
"Wow...! Uuuuuuuuh...!" Mrs. Dola moaned.
Mrs. Dola also slowly began to move her hips up and down on top of me, driven by the incredible sensation of pleasure. The movements, which started slowly, gradually grew faster.
This time, it wasn't just Mrs. Dola who moaned; I did too. We both felt the intense sensation of lovemaking, and my hands reflexively grabbed her waist to maximize the speed and intensity of Mrs. Dola's hip movements.
"Mrs. Dola...!" I whispered.
"Yes, it feels good, doesn't it, honey?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am, it feels so good," I replied, my breath growing faster as Mrs. Dola's hips rose and fell faster on top of me.
Mrs. Dola suddenly stopped moving her hips on top of me, thinking I was about to reach my climax, while she still wanted to enjoy it a little longer.
"Why did you stop, Ma'am?" I asked, surprised by her sudden halt.
"Let's take a short break and then switch positions," she replied with a smile, her breathing still labored.
"Are you tired, Mrs. Dola? That's why you wanted to take a break?" I asked again, curious and feeling my lust lingering.
"I stopped on purpose because I was worried you'd come, while I still wanted to feel it a little longer," she replied. I smiled and shook my head. I then sat up from my position lying on the table.
"Hmm, I don't feel like I'm going to come yet. I feel like I can last a few more minutes," I said, hoping Mrs. Dola would resume their passionate struggle in the former school library warehouse.
"Is that so, Ryan?" she asked. I smiled and nodded, confirming what I'd said.
Mrs. Dola smiled happily, her passion rekindled. She felt challenged to conquer me, allowing me to reach the climax of our passionate struggle in the warehouse.
Mrs. Dola immediately positioned herself on the table and asked me to get on top. Even though I'd never had sex before, I knew what I had to do on top of her beautiful and sexy teacher.
I immediately aimed my penis at Mrs. Dola's vagina, then began to move my hips back and forth passionately. At that moment, Mrs. Dola felt something even more powerful than before. She not only moaned and groaned in pleasure, but also babbled incoherently.
While she intended to conquer me in that passionate struggle, she was the one who orgasmed first. Her body suddenly stiffened in between my increasingly rapid hip thrusts, and my penis plunged deeper into her vagina. Her fingers gripped my back tightly. Then, the beautiful and sexy teacher's body collapsed limply with a long groan, reaching her first orgasm.
I didn't know if Mrs. Dola had reached orgasm, but it was evident from the intense movements of my hips. It was my first time having sex, so I knew how to last longer to please Mrs. Dola and make her feel the pleasurable sensations of lovemaking even longer.
Not a few minutes later, Mrs. Dola's body convulsed violently again, her hips thrusting upwards, her fingers gripping my hair, and another long moan escaped her lips before she collapsed limply onto the table, signaling her second orgasm.
Mrs. Dola seemed to want to make a sound, but she couldn't make it out as I resumed my passionate movements, faster and faster than before.
The jolts Mrs. Dola felt in her body from my passionate movements made her feel like she was floating with pleasure. Her long, flowing hair looked disheveled as her head tossed from side to side.
As Mrs. Dola's body convulsed again, so did mine. Then our bodies collapsed together, my body falling down, pressing against his, our breaths panting like athletes who had just reached the finish line in a 100 meter race.
For a moment, our bodies pressed together, hugging each other tightly, there were no moans or groans of pleasure, except for our still labored breathing.
Both of our bodies were drenched in sweat, and Mrs. Dola's eyes were still tightly closed, seemingly savoring the lingering pleasure of their passionate encounter in the former school library.
Only when I lifted my body from hers and sat down in the chair beside the table did Mrs. Dola move from her lying position, sit up, and lean against my shoulder.
A satisfied smile appeared on her lips, and she hugged me again, seemingly unwilling to let go.
"You're amazing, Ryan! It's been a long time since I've felt the warmth of love from my husband. Even though I used to do it often when he was home, I've never felt this satisfying," she praised, still hugging me as we sat together, both completely naked.
At first, I smiled in response, but suddenly, a pang of discomfort welled up in my heart.
"What have we done, Mom? I'm sorry, I couldn't control my passion, and this happened." I said, feeling guilty and panicked.
"Hmm, you don't need to worry or feel so guilty. I asked you to do all this, and I'm very satisfied and have achieved something I've never experienced from my husband." He said with a satisfied smile, but I still felt guilty and uneasy.
"But Mom..."
"Shhh! Come on, don't think about it. I know what we're doing right now is forbidden, but my husband does this with other women out of town, too. I know all about it, but I just keep quiet." He interrupted, trying to calm my panic over the passionate lovemaking we were having in the warehouse of the former library...