Robert Vickers - Spreading for teacher

"I always fuck you good. This time's just going to be better!" he boasted to her.

She believed him. His hands stroked up and down her leg, sending cold shivers into her body. Her spanked ass was still steamy hot from the paddling. Just moving on the fur bedspread stimulated that. The pain had gone and all that remained was sheer pleasure.

The teenager let the joy wash through her body, threaten to drown her, then swam to the surface of her desires.

Looking down between her tits, Fawn saw his cock vanish between her pink sex lips. The angry red spike was moving forcefully in and out of her. Every thrust gave her a bit more internal pressure, sexual pressure that wasn't to be denied.

"Let meee, oh, yeah! Yeah! Let me on top!" She managed to get her legs around the man's middle. From here, it was only a matter of applying a little leverage. She pulled her legs under her and found herself sitting astride his cock.

Looking down, she could see her naked cunt impaled by his prick. The sight aroused her even more. She lifted her body upwards and, at the same time, tightened all her muscles. She was trying to hold that cock deep up her cunt while her body was moving in the opposite direction.

He groaned and shuddered once. She felt his cock begin to jerk and dance around in her twat. She didn't want to bring him off too fast. She wanted to get the most out of this fucking that she could. She'd turned into a sex-starved bitch. She wanted all the sexual stimulation she could get from a man's prick.

"God, you're pulling me apart!" he cried.

"Yeah, and the best is yet to come," she promised.

At the very top of her arc, she paused for a moment. Only the head of his cock remained inside her sex lips. She allowed the cunt juices to run down the entire length of his cock. The slow movement of the thick oils was sure to arouse him even more.

It did. He felt as if millions of little ants were running down his hard length.

Then she simply relaxed and let gravity work for her. The cock jammed hard into her cunt. She grunted but took it. The sudden feeling of being plugged to overflowing pleasured her immensely.

It almost caused the man to shoot his wad.

"Can't stand more. Just can't," he said over and over.

"Try. I want mooore!"

Her upward movement was faster than the first time. And her plunge downward crammed the cock into her cunt even farther. She added a little twisty turn to her descent. This sent waves of carnal delight into the man's balls. The impact of her shaved crotch with his seemed to make the feelings running rampant in his crotch even greater.

"God, oh, sweet Jesus, I can barely stand it!" he told her. "I can feel my balls churning and tumbling around. Make this a good one, damn you, make it damn good!"

"The best, darling, the fuckin' best I can!" she promised.

The effects of her fucking were getting to her. The entire area around her pussy was radiating heat now. The cock reaming her out was turning and drilling far up her seething cunt. Most of all, she was able to control the tempo of the fucking. She could pleasure herself. And she did.

She came like a machine gun firing. One climax right after another was her reward for this self-fucking.

When her cunt collapsed around his prick, it was enough to get him off. He felt the hot tide of his cum rising. The jism burned inch by slow inch along his cock as he tried to hold back, just a few seconds longer. Then it was beyond his control.

His cock shivered once and then spurted out his creamy white cum into her hungrily awaiting cunt. He filled her pussy with his sticky cum.

And then they were both puffing and panting from the exertion. But it was a good tiredness, a fatigue that left them both wanting more.

Fawn looked down at the cock which had fallen from her pussy. She said, "It looks like you're going to take a while getting it back up."

"Yeah," he sighed. "You did a good job melting my erection. Just like an icicle in the hot sun."

"Hot sun," another voice intruded, "hey, I like that. Maybe I can use it for your obit, Jack baby. He melted like an icicle in the hot sun. Got a ring to it. You should have been a poet instead of a lousy gambler."

Fawn looked over her shoulder and saw Ears Logan standing there. This time he wasn't alone. Two husky men stood behind him, arms crossed.

"Go on and get rid of him. I'll console his chick," Ears said.

"No, Ears, no!" shouted Jack. "You can't do this. I'll pay up, honest I will. Just as soon as I get the money. I…"

There was a dull thunk as a meaty fist splattered Jack's nose across his face.

"No blood here, damn your eyes. Get him out. Now, damnit, now!"

The two thugs lifted Jack from the bed and dragged him out. Fawn tried to follow, but Ears grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her back into the bedroom.

"You just cool it, kiddo. You're not going to be seeing that chiseling bastard any more."

"How can you say that! He paid you off. And he had money! He was going to get me a car! He had the down payment!"

"Lemme guess. The down payment was two-fifty, right?"

Fawn exclaimed, "How did you know?"

"He bet it on one of the worst nags I ever heard of. I swear to Christ, these gamblers have an instinct for picking losers every time. That's what I don't understand about you, kid. Why did he pick you? You're a winner."

"You mean Jack bet all the money I gave him?" She sat on the bed, not willing to believe.

"That's the picture." Ears looked at her appraisingly, then said, "I think you've got smarts. Why not forget that clown and go with a winner for a change?"

"Like you?" she spat out.

"Yeah, baby, like me. I can give you all the stuff he only promised. I don't lose money, I take it."

"Liar!"

"Here. For your trouble. Go buy yourself a car." He pulled out a thick roll of bills and peeled off ten one-hundred-dollar bills. "I figure you deserve something for the shit he dumped on you."

Fawn looked at the money, unmoving. "What's the catch? What do I have to do for this?"

"Nothing, doll, nothing. Be seeing you." He turned to go but the girl reached out and took his arm.

"You're just giving this to me? All this money?"

"The bread? That's chicken feed. I see more'n that pass through on any good day. If you want more, I can arrange it. There's always a place open for a smart, good-looking chick like you. Sure."

"Tell me something. Why do they call you Ears?" She smiled a little shyly at the man. He had the take-command air about him. He'd managed to push all the right buttons with her. He wasn't demanding, he was giving. And for a change, she liked that.

"I keep my ears open. I don't miss a thing. Like, I know all about how he was hustling you, using you as a whore and not givin' you a Goddamn cent. For that if nothing else, he deserved to get himself wasted."

"He's dead?"

"Yeah. The boss decided he could never pay off all the money he owed. And the boss and me, we don't like deadbeats." He began stroking the auburn hair away from the girl's eyes.

"You look better like that, with your hair pulled back."

"Tell me more about this deal you're offering, Ears. Is there a lot of money in it?"

"More'n you could believe. But the hell with that." He kissed her full on the lips. For a moment, she tensed. Then she relaxed and returned the kiss with interest.

"That's the way I like 'em. Hot and ready." His hand strayed down to her leg and he began stroking along her silky skin. She purred like a contented kitten. This was more like it. A man, a real man, she didn't have to help out of jams. This was a guy who could take care of himself and her, too.

"Roll over and get that ass of yours in the air. I love the way it's so tight and curvy."