Nick Eastwood: Teacher_s hot wet panties

In the kneeling position, Jean had a much better view of her audience, though she wished she didn't. She didn't want to see that ocean of wickedly grinning faces, and she didn't want the class to see the way her pretty features were contorting with pleasure as Terry fucked her. But maybe they'd mistake pleasure for disgust.

"Unnnnhhh, unnnhhh," she gasped as he fucked her harder and harder.

"Way to go, Terry," Wylie laughed evilly. "Fuck the bitch hard, really give it to her!"

You twerp, Jean thought, you don't even know what's happening.

And she was glad he didn't. She didn't want any of the guys to know how horny she felt or how much she was loving the hard pistoning of Terry's rock-hard boner. She'd had enough humiliation, as it was. She wondered if she could ever come back and face these guys again.

But she couldn't keep her mind on that. The pleasure was building steadily in her pussy till she knew she was going to come again, and come hard. The delicious red-hot friction between cock and cunt was driving her rigid to the edge. Terry was fucking her faster and harder by the second, his belly slapping her ass. "Unnnhhhh, fuck, it's good," he groaned. "Yeah, she's got a nice pussy," Wylie admitted grudgingly. "Too bad she's such a mean bitch."

Jean paid no attention to him or to the mocking students. Her pleasure was at the boiling point, and she was right on the verge of coming. She struggled not to betray her insane arousal as the boy's fucking cock took her over the edge. She soaked his prick with scalding come-juice, and her body shuddered violently.

"Oooooo, whaaahhhhh!" she howled.

Terry grinned in triumph, thinking he'd humiliated her into moaning. But a second later her cunt went into spasms and squeezed his cock. He yelped with surprise and lust, then fucked her with lightning speed as he jetted his come-load into her greedily sucking pussy.

"Take it, teacher – I'm coming!" he howled. Jean was glad that the students loudly cheered him on as he came. It gave her the chance to whimper and moan without being heard over the din. She was coming hard, deliciously. Now she knew for sure that she could never do without a man again. She couldn't live without this delicious release.

Terry had hardly pulled his dripping cock out of her before Vince took his place. Vince had bun watching even longer, so he was even hornier. With a growl of lust, he crammed his steelhard boner into her juicy steaming cunt, greedily fucked into her till only his balls showed.

"Awwwww, yeah," he groaned, "tight and hot. You got a real nice cunt, teacher."

"Fuck her hard, man," Wylie growled. "Punish the bitch."

Little did he know that it wasn't possible to punish her with a cock, not anymore. An hour ago she would have been horrified at the idea of being gang raped. Now she wanted cock after cock. She felt like she could go on loving it and coming for hours. She soaked Vince's fucking cock with molten cream.

Like Terry, he was too lusty to be slow or gentle. He fucked her so hard, her body shuddered, and Wylie had to stand in front of her and brace her shoulders to keep her from being fucked right off the desk. He leered evilly at her, making it impossible for her to avoid his mocking eyes.

"See what happens to bad girls, teacher?" he taunted. "I bet you're gonna be real nice to us from now on, aren't you?"

Jean closed her eyes. She didn't want to deal with Wylie's taunts right now. She just wanted to concentrate on the mounting pleasure she was feeling from Vince's hard-plowing boner. She felt herself rising effortlessly to orgasm. The spasms shook her body, and she whimpered and creamed uncontrollably.

"Oooooo, unnnhhhh!" she cried.

"Awwwwww, shit, fuck, awwwww!" Vince roared, jetting his come-load into her squeezing cunt.

Jean barely kept from screaming in ecstasy as his boiling jizz intensified her orgasm. She almost whimpered with regret as he pulled his cock out of her pussy. She was just getting started – but the show was over. The guys started filing out of the room, leaving her naked on the desk, thick come seeping from her unsatisfied cunt. She gave a little sob of frustration.

Wylie thought it was a sob of mortification, and he stopped to give her a parting shot.

"Yeah, teacher," he sneered. "I think you got the point. You're gonna be nice to us from now on, right? And if you tell anybody what happened today, you're gonna get it again, only worse."

Left alone, Jean climbed off the desk, knowing that in a few short minutes her whole life had been changed.

Before her next meeting with the class, Jean did a lot of thinking, and she kept coming to the same conclusion. She couldn't do without sex anymore, and she didn't even want to try. So somehow she had to make sure there was always a male around to take care of her needs.

She thought she knew how to do that. There were all the males a woman could possibly want tight there in her sixth-period class, and at least three of them had already proved they could do the job. Jean was sure she could pick any boy in the class, ask him to fuck her, and get eager cooperation.

On her second day of public school teaching, she put her theory to the test. She found the whole class waiting for her when she walked in. They were grinning knowingly and waiting to see her humiliation. She astonished them all by smiling calmly and starting the class as if nothing had happened.

"Come to order, please," she said briskly. "Our first order of business is yesterday's incident. Wylie, you will report to my apartment this evening for discipline."

Wylie almost rose out of his chair in astonishment. When he'd collected himself, he snarled: "Hey, teacher, where do you get off, giving me orders? I told you what would happen if you didn't be nice to us."

Jean looked him coolly in the eye and said: "Believe me, Wylie, you'll be very sorry if you don't show up, and so will the whole class."

It was her calm tone that made them all believe her. Wylie and the others quieted down, and Jean had no more trouble with them for the rest of the day. When the bell rang and the others filed out of the room, Wylie lingered behind, obviously wanting to talk to her alone.

"Miss Walker," he said politely, "I'm sorry I talked back to you, and I'm really sorry about yesterday. I won't give you any more trouble. But please, don't get me expelled from school. My dad will kill me if I don't graduate."

"We'll discuss all that tonight at my place, Wylie," Jean said, handing him a slip of paper with her address on it. "Right now, I have to go to a meeting. Make sure you show up promptly at seven."

"Yes, ma'am," he said anxiously.

Jean went off chuckling to herself. It looked like she had Wylie spooked. And tonight, when they were alone together at her apartment, she'd have him right where she wanted him. Wylie was the ringleader of the unruly students, and if she could tame him, the whole class would do whatever she wanted.

She prepared carefully for her evening with her problem student. After a long luxurious bath, she put on a sexy black lace negligee which she'd purchased on the way home. She'd never owned anything like it before, and she loved the way it showed off her fantastic body. She left her dark hair flowing free, and she dabbed on a little seductive perfume. Her pussy was already heating and moistening.

Wylie was right on time, his clothes clean and pressed, his hair neatly combed. When he saw Jean in that revealing negligee, his eyes lit, up hungrily, showing a little of the old Wylie, but he wasn't obvious about it. Jean let him in and ushered him to the couch. She sat close beside him.

His eyes darted briefly to her deep cleavage in the low-cut grown. Then he licked his lips and swallowed hard.