Ribald Writer - Tales of Lustville Book Two

Her cock stretched pussy sleeve spasmed wildly, the juice coated inner walls fluttering wildly along the shaft of his cock as it bulled in and out of her. Randy squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm surged over her, and her body shuddered and twitched on the table, her fist pounding on it as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

Kyle grunted as her cunt sucked on his cock like a runaway vacuum cleaner, and his balls exploded, blasting sizzling knots of spunk into her wildly clasping cunt hole like a firehose of full throttle. Jet after sizzling jet of jizz erupted from his piss slit, flooding her tortured cunt tunnel with his hot, sticky ball milk.

Randy groaned as she felt his cum spurting into her abused cunt hole, soothing the raw inner flesh with a warm, slippery layer of jizz, easing the passage of his pounding prick pole even more.

“Don’t stop, Kyle!” She whimpered, jamming her ass back at him, wriggling her hips in small circles as she bounced up and down on her toes. “Keep fucking me! You can keep it hard, I know you can! Oh god! I want more, Kyle! I don’t want you to ever stop!”

Kyle jammed his cock full length up her wetly sucking cunt chute, falling across her back, gasping for breath. He held hip cock buried in her, grunting as her spasming pussy hole milked and massaged his meat stick rhythmically.

“So… sorry, teach.” He groaned as her cunt clenched around his cockshaft, the tight opening wringing the root of his cock like a noose. Yo… you wore my ass out. You gotta let me re… rest for a minute.”

Randy whined, but kept worked her ass back at him, hoping he’d start fucking her again when he caught his breath.

“Kyle, wait a minute, I need a favor before you go.” she said as she walked over to her desk and picked up a cup. She took the lid off, dipping her finger in it, smiling when she felt that it was cold. She walked over to him, holding out the cup. “I need you to throw this on me. I know it sounds stupid, but I can’t go out with my blouse looking like this. It’ll just be easier for me if I can tell people someone spilled coffee on me!”

Kyle grinned, taking the cup from her, motioning for her to back up a little bit. He stepped forward, tilting the cup, throwing the contents into the air so it splashed all over the front of her spit and cum covered blouse.

Randy shivered, then laughed, brushing at the front of her blouse as she leaned forward, kissing him lightly on the lips. “Thank you Kyle, that’s perfect!” Then she grinned, her eyes twinkling as she looked at him. “And if you’re interested, I think I’ll block out an hour on my calendar for some extra credit sessions a few times a week. What days are good for you?”

“Monday through Friday is good for me!” he said with a grin as he opened the door. “But I think I might need some longer, special tutoring sessions on the weekends too, it all depends on how much pressure builds up!”

The next day at the game…

Randy made her way back to her seat, half-time was almost over, and she was looking forward to seeing the second half. Kyle had been performing exceptionally well, making tackle after tackle, and breaking up several key plays. She was just getting settled when a voice behind her said, “Excuse me, are you Randy Reynolds?”

She turned and saw a strikingly beautiful woman wearing skin tight jeans and a jersey with Kyle’s number on it, with ‘That’s My Baby!’ emblazoned under it looking her over. The jersey was tucked in, and the slogan drew the eye to her big tits, which made the number jump out at the world.

“Yes, I am.” Randy said politely. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met”

“I’m Tracy Harris,” the woman said casually. She ran her hand under the slogan. “Kyle Harris’s mom.”

“It’s delightful to meet you,” Randy smiled as she stood up and held out her hand. “But I can’t believe you have a son Kyle’s age. You look younger that I do!”

“Thank you, dear! I love it when people tell me that!” Tracy smiled. “It’s really easier than you think though. The secret is, live loose, enjoy life, and drop those puppies early!”

Randy laughed with her, not getting what she meant at all. She noticed that Tracy was still holding her hand, and was blatantly looking her up and down like she was inspecting a cut of meat.

Randy was wearing a pair of khaki hiking shorts that were a little loose on her legs, but hugged her hips and ass tightly, and a man’s white button down shirt with the school’s emblem on the pocket tucked into them. She was wearing hiking boots with khaki socks that came up to just under her knees. She looked every inch the healthy outdoors woman.

She smiled at Tracy again, drawing her hand back, and took her seat again.

Tracy sat in the seat next to hers, and turned to look at her. “Kyle is always telling me how much he enjoys studying under you. He says you really know the ins and outs of government, and that you’re not afraid to let your students get as deep as they can into your subject.” She stopped and smiled, taking a sip of her beer. “He says that you encourage them to just plunge into it wholeheartedly, throw caution to the winds, and just put everything they’ve got into it, as hard as they can. I like that kind of open minded attitude, and I appreciate how willingly you’ve opened yourself up to Kyle. He really appreciates it, and swears that there’s nothing that can keep him from coming in… I mean, to, your class. And now I can see why!”

Randy just stared at her, her breath caught in her throat. Oh my god! She knows! she thought. How the hell am I going to get out of this? I could lose my job for fucking a student! But fuck! He’s so hot, and the cock on him! How could she resist?

“Are you alright, Randy?” Tracy asked, putting her hand on her leg, running it back and forth lightly. “You look as though you’ve seen a ghost!”

“What? Oh! I’m sorry, but my ex-boyfriend just walked down the stairs, and it startled me. We had a bad break-up.” She looked down at Tracy’s hand on her leg, then back up at her face. She took a deep breath, and forced a smile. “I really enjoy having Kyle in me… I mean, in my class. He contributes so much! He’s not like your typical jock.”

“Oh, I have to disagree.” Tracy said, shaking her head sadly. “I encouraged him to pursue Social Studies because I want him to be able to get a government job if he doesn’t get drafted by the pros, or god forbid, gets injured.” She took another sip from her beer. “I know most parent’s won’t admit it, but Kyle’s not the brightest bulb in the box, and if football doesn’t work out as a career, I want him to be able to find a good paying job where he doesn’t have to work too hard, and can’t cause any real damage. That just shouts government.”

Randy burst out laughing, heaving a sigh of relief. “Oh my god!” she said. “That is the most realistic appraisal that I’ve ever heard from a parent! Kyle is a gifted athlete, and has other desirable skills, but academically, he is lagging a little behind the pack. I think I’m giving him his best grade this semester, and that’s going to be a low B.”

“I know. I’ve spoken to his other instructors already. Good lord, what a bunch of stuffy old peacocks! But I’m surprised. After everything he’s put into you recently… your class that is, the best you can do is a B?”

Randy was sure now that Tracy knew that she’d spread her legs for Kyle, but sensed that she wasn’t going to make an issue of it. Her speech about Randy’s class had been loaded with double meanings, and those little slips, there was no way they were accidental. Then there was the way she had checked out her body, and the way her fingers were dancing on her skin. Randy couldn’t decide if the woman was signaling her that it was okay for her to have sex with her son, or if she was making a move on her herself. She decided that it was time to find out.