Nick Eastwood: Teacher_s hot wet panties

"I'd like to have you, Miss Walker," he said hoarsely.

"Mmmmmm, good, just what I was thinking," she grinned. "Come on over to my desk."

Again the guys stopped whatever they were doing and watched. They were dying to know just how their teacher would handle the principal. Miss Walker had him get up on the desk and lie on his back. His fat cock stood up rigid, swollen and drooling. Then the pretty teacher straddled him, positioning the creamy gash of her cunt right over the thick purple head of his prick.

"Go ahead, Mr. Martin," she purred. "Stick it in me."

With a lusty growl, Martin grabbed her by the waist and crammed his cock hard into her juice-slick pussy.

"Ooooooo, yesssss!" Jean howled. That set the students off. Another round of fucking and sucking began, with everybody changing partners this time. Even Eddie and Kendra let go of each other long enough to make it with somebody else. Kendra dropped into the doggy position and let shy Mark fuck her from behind, while Eddie treated the studious Elsie to one of his jackhammer fucks.

So many exciting things were happening all over the room that Jean didn't know where to look. But soon it didn't matter, because all she cared about was the stiff deep pounding she was getting from Martin's big cock. Every deep fuck-thrust was ecstasy to the pretty sex-starved teacher.

"Oh, yeah, fuck it to me, Mr. Martin," she moaned.

"Call me David," he panted.

"Okay, David, fuck the living shit out of me," she said. "And call me Jean."

David Martin wasn't married, she recalled, and he was turning out to be a fantastic fuck, now that he'd dropped all his inhibitions. There might be a future for her with this man. But she knew that neither of them was in a hurry to settle down with just one sex partner. There was the whole class to go through first. She was thinking about those cute students even as Martin's fucking cock brought her off.

"Oooooo, shit, David – you're making me come!" she howled.

"And I'm not finished with you yet," he whispered.

Nobody was anywhere near finished. The fuck-party was just beginning. To Jean, her first nervous day of public school teaching seemed centuries ago. She'd become a completely different person since then, and a much happier person. There was no going back to her old man-hating ways.

"Fuck me some more, David," she gurgled. She didn't ever want the fucking to stop.