M Jacobs: Teacher with the hots

"How about it, Carrie? Are you ready yet?" Carrie Wilson heard her boy friend Mark ask, his hand on her knee.

Carrie knew exactly what Mark had in mind. He always scorned to have the same thing in mind. He had wanted to sink his cock into her little cunt for at least two years, and he got more and more insistent as time went by. Carrie knew that she couldn't blame him. He was a horny thirty-three-year-old physical-education instructor at Bentonville High School and after a hard day of athletic endeavors he naturally wanted to engage in some sexual athletics. Unfortunately for Mark, Carrie was unable to respond.

Carrie really wanted to let herself go. She really wanted to enjoy the cunt-melting sensations that other women were free to enjoy, but something stood in the way of her enjoyment of sex. Carrie had had a frightening experience as a child, an experience with a rough man who had raped her on the family farm. The experience had been such a shock to her that even now, at age thirty, she was unable to forget it.

For her men friends her fear of sex was frustrating as hell. Carrie functioned beautifully in every other area of her life. She was one of the best English teachers Bentonville High had ever had. She had many friends and was highly respected. But in the bedroom she froze up as soon as a man laid his hot hands on her.

Carrie had told Mark the story of her experience. Mark had been very patient with her, and she loved him for it. She loved to have him close to her, and there were even times when she thrilled to the feel of his warm strong hands on her. Tonight seemed to be one of the nights when she was willing to try to let herself go. She knew that Mark sensed her willingness and would respond accordingly.

She shivered inside when she felt his hand sneaking up under her dress. He stroked her silken skin gently, moving his hand farther up her long lithe leg. She felt the warmth of his big strong hand on her flesh, felt his fingers gently squeezing her leg as he moved closer and closer to her cunt.

Mark's cock was aching in his pants, aching to be thrust into the tight little hole between Carrie's legs. He had undressed Carrie several times, and he knew how beautiful she was, knew how soft and warm her body felt. He knew every silken curve of her. He knew how resilient her luscious tits were.

Mark knew that Carrie wanted desperately to respond freely to his expert stimulation. He had kissed her reclining naked form all over, had licked her tits, sucking at them, nibbling at them until they were hard little points of tit-flesh in his mouth.

The man had let his tongue trail down over her quivering stomach, tickling the downy patch of love-hair between her legs. Mark got a raging hard-on whenever he thought of the intoxicating scent of Carrie's warm cunt. She had let him run his tongue down between her legs and over the love-mound that rested beneath the soft nest of her twat.

As he ran his warm hand up closer and closer to Carrie's pussy, Mark remembered fondly the times when she had felt comfortable enough with him to let him take his finger and stroke her cunt-lips. He remembered gently spreading the lips of her cunt. He had run his eager tongue down between the lips of her slightly-spread cunt, tickling her inner flesh and making her cunt run with moisture. Mark's dick jerked in his pants when he thought of the taste of her cunt-honey.

Carrie had even let him thrust his tongue into her seething cunt. He had licked the inner walls of her hot sex, tickling her clitoris until her legs stiffened slightly in spite of her efforts to control herself. When he had made her cunt steam with passion by licking at her gash and nibbling the lips of the woman's moist sex, he had very quickly unfastened his pants, pushing them down and kicking them off without ever taking his face away from her fragrant young cunt.

Mark had stood up ever so slowly, lowering himself over her reclining body and getting into position to fuck her right in the twat. He had brought his cock close to her hot little cunt, so close that he could feel the moist heat of her steaming gash against the head of his rock-hard erection. She had even let him touch the head of his swollen rod against the luscious slot between her legs. But that was as far as she would ever go. As soon as she had felt his big hard cock pushing between the lips of her cunt, she had always frozen up and began him to pull it out of her. Mark had always obeyed her wishes, but it had always caused him discomfort. Fortunately, Carrie had nothing against wrapping her warm fingers around the shaft of his cock and jerking him off until she made his semen squirt from the head of his prick. She was even willing to wrap her lips around his cock and suck him off until he filled her sweet mouth with boiling cum. Her cunt, however, was inviolate.

As Mark moved his tongue between the fragrant lips of her cunt, he hoped that this would be the time, hoped that she would finally let him slip his rod into her cunt and fuck her the way she deserved to experience the joys of hot fucking, Mark knew that he could loosen her up if she would only let him take the first step.

Carrie's beautiful blue eyes were closed lightly. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face in a shower of gold. Her body was relaxed now, and she we thoroughly enjoying the maddening sensations that he expert lips and tongue were causing between her spread legs. She basked in the warmth between her leg, felt it coursing through her silken body, molting her resistance.

Carrie's breasts tingled as Mark put his big strong hands on them, letting the tips of his fingers brush gently over her tingling tit-peaks. He seemed to know exactly where and when to touch her, knew exactly what to do to make her body respond to him. If only she could let him have what he obviously wanted so desperately. She wanted it too, after all. She wanted to respond to a hard cock buried deep inside her cunt, wanted to feel it moving in and out of her harder and faster, wanted to feel the rigid shaft of the thing rubbing up against the blazing bud of her clit. But it wasn't that easy for her. As soon as she felt the hot head of his cock, or any man's cock, against the lips of her cunt, her mind flashed back to the hired hand who had taken her against her will.

She felt Mark's lips and tongue working against the hot flesh of her cunt, felt his tongue racing up and down the seething crack between her legs. She knew from the speed of his licking and sucking that he was about to try once again to sink his rampant erection into her.

She began to writhe in the heat of the passion the horny man inspired in her with his licking and sucking between her legs. She tried desperately to prepare herself for the inevitable, tried to relax her cunt, tried to tell herself that it was all right to let him into her, but it was no use.

"Be calm, baby," Mark whispered gently, raising himself up and lowering his muscular body over her.

"Oh Mark! I… I'm afraid!" she whimpered.

"I know you are, Carrie. I understand. If you do this just once, everything will change for us!"

Carrie felt Mark's warm moist breath against her cheek and then against her ear. All the while his cock rubbed against her thigh, moving closer and closer to the nest of her steaming cunt.

"Don't hurt me, Mark! Please don't hurt me!" she moaned when she felt the blood-engorged head of his cock against her love-mound.

"Trust me, honey!" Mark said. "I wouldn't hurt you for anything! Just try to relax and enjoy this! It's going to be beautiful for both of us!"

Carrie wanted to believe him, but when she felt his cum-slickened cock pushing against her sensitive slot, she felt the familiar surges of fear that had always put a stop to their sexual activities.