M Jacobs - Teacher with the hots

Tony had been right about the corner of Waters and West. It was a neighborhood that Carrie would never have entered on foot after dark on any other occasion. She stood under the only street light that wasn't shattered and waited for Tony, glancing about her from time to time, peering into the shadows and hoping for the best.

She was having misgivings about the whole arrangement. She was never much for parties, even with her best friends. She had never much enjoyed watching otherwise intelligent people milling about like cattle and getting drunk. She hoped the party that Tony was taking her to would be different. Carrie had no idea as she stood there waiting patiently how different the party would be.

Carrie was still peering off into the shadows when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She wheeled about and was about to scream when she saw Tony standing behind her with his usual wide grin.

"This way," he said, leading her down the street.

"You frightened me, Tony," she said.

"You get scared too easy," Tony replied. "We're kinda late."

"I'm quite sure that the party can start without us, Tony," Carrie smiled.

"Don't see how it could," the kid said wider his breath.

"What?" she asked, noting something strange in the tone of his hushed voice.

"Oh nothin'. Down here," he said, leading her into a dark alley.

"But… you said the party was at Leon's house!" she protested, standing at the end of the darkest alley she had ever seen. "Surely you don't expect me to follow you in there. A policeman wouldn't be caught dead in there with a gun and a flashlight."

"You worry too much, teacher," he said.

"Why don't you call me Carrie, Tony? I don't see why we have to be so formal," Carrie said, slightly annoyed at the way he called her teacher.

"I'll call you any damn thing I want! Now come on, teacher!" the kid exclaimed, pulling her into the alley with him.

"But… it… it's dangerous! Where are you taking me?"

"I told you I'm takin' you to a fuckin' party! Don't worry about it! This is Tony's territory. Nobody's gonna mess with us." Tony's grip tightened persuasively around her wrist.

"But… surely nobody lives here!" she said, drawn into the darkness by the muscular youth.

"Leon couldn't use the house 'cause his mother's sick…" Tony said.

"But where is this so-called party?" she asked, her nervousness apparent in her quavering voice.

"It's in a fuckin' warehouse. We're just gonna borrow it for the night," the young stud told his teacher.

"I… I don't want to go to a party in a warehouse. It's too… too strange," she said.

"Just relax and enjoy it, baby. Just hang loose. If you like gettin' it as much as I think you do, you're gonna love this party," he said with a glitter in his dark eyes.

"Getting what?" she asked, her belly fluttering, wishing she had changed her mind earlier.

"Fucked!" Tony said, throwing open a door and pushing her inside.

Carrie's heart sank when she was suddenly pushed into the dark building. She found herself leaning up against a stack of wooden crates. Tony was pushing up against her, his hot hard body pressing her against the crates. She could feel his stiff dick nabbing up against her thigh through his pants and her dress. She could toil by his heavy breathing that he wanted to fuck her right there on the spot.

"My God, Tony! What are you doing? Not here!" she protested, pushing at him until she realized that it was no use.

"I'm so fuckin' horny I could fuck right out in the middle of State Street baby!" Tony rasped, arching his back and thrusting his hard cock out against her warm thigh until his nuts ached.

"If you just wanted to do this to me why didn't you say so, Tony? We could have gone to my place! Why do we have to do it in this horrible warehouse? It isn't at all comfortable!" the lovely schoolteacher said, her cunt warming up for the young stud.

"We're gonna do it here came I wanna do it here, baby!" the kid grunted. "Get my dick out! Come on!"

Carrie knew that she would have to do as she was told. She felt herself melting under the intense heat of his power and passion. Her cunt was beginning to moisten, beginning to flutter with desire as his cock kept rubbing up against her body. She attacked the heavy buckle of his leather belt. The belt buckle jangled at his side as she eagerly unzipped his tight Levi's, unsnapped his pants and spread them open for him.

"That's the way, little lady! Haul out that fucker!" he said, his balls swollen with a heavy wad of cum, a heavy wad that he was eager to shoot into her.

"It's so hard, Tony! It must hurt being terribly cramped up in your pants!" she said in a voice charged with excitement.

She managed to release his cock from its confinement. The thing almost snapped out of her hand when it bobbed up against his stomach. It was already dripping with pre-cum. Carrie ran her fingers up and down the shaft of the long stiff cock, making preseminal fluid ooze from the head of it. She knew that his slippery tool would feel just wonderful slipping and sliding in and out of her juicy pussy-hole.

"Have you been thinking about little me all day?" she asked. "Do I make you this horny?"

"What's it look like, baby?" he said matter-of-factly, a bit surprised at the eagerness the woman was beginning to show.

"It looks just wonderful, Tony darling!" she smiled, her fingers running up and down over the slippery post of flesh. "Would you like me to wrap my warm little lips around it and suck it for you? Would you like me to flick my tongue over the head of your beautiful young cock and make it jerk inside my mouth? Would you like me to move my head up and down on it until it shoots your delicious sperm all the way down my throat?"

"Uh… yeah… sure!" Tony said, a bit taken aback by her sudden lewdness.

Carrie could tell that she was surprising him by her aggressive attitude. She didn't exactly know what had come over her, but she did know that she was enjoying it. Her cunt was positively blazing with sex-heat now. She glanced around her at the dark shadows and the bare floor. The only light that illuminated the huge warehouse filtered in through a dirty skylight. A cement floor would not be the mat comfortable place to fuck, she thought, but she would have to make do.

"I'd just love to get on my knees and suck your wonderful hard cock, darling! But the floor is much too hard. I might bruise my knees," she said. "Isn't there something that you could do to make this more comfortable?"

"Like what?" the kid asked, his nuts aching.

"Perhaps we could take off all our clothes and lay them on the floor, Tony. We could make a little love nest." She giggled.

"Yeah, I guess we could do that," he said, taking off his shirt and pushing his pants down.

"Would you help me off with my clothes, darling?" she asked when the young stud had kicked off his pants.

Carrie shivered with pleasure as the kid stripped. Piece by piece her garments came off exposing more and more of her luscious naked body. The cold moonlight streamed in through the skylight and cast a silver sheen over her silky form.

When her bra came off, her knockers burst into view, shimmering in the moonlight. Her nipple peaks were stiff and tingling, a delicious morsel for the horny student to nibble at. When she stood completely naked in the warehouse, the moonlight washed over her body. She leaned up against one of the crates, looking the picture of lasciviousness and feeling every inch a hot and responsive woman for the first time in her young life.

Tony laid their clothes in a pile and stood before her with his hot cock jerking wildly. Carrie fell to her knees and reached out to grasp his throbbing erection with eager hands. She held the rigid thing down until the silky head of it was against her warm wet lips. She flicked her tongue-tip over the hole of his cock, gathering a droplet of his pre-cum on her tongue and thrilling to the salty taste of it.