Nick Eastwood - Teacher_s hot wet panties

"Ohhhhh, fuck! Ohhhh, I'm coming!" Jean screamed.

"Take my load, teacher," Wylie groaned. "Awwwwww, yeah, awwwwwww!"

Jean swayed over him in ecstasy as he pumped his load of jizz into her spasming cunt. Once more, she wondered how she'd lived this long without fucking. It was a pleasure she would never deny herself again, that was for sure.

At last, she tumbled off Wylie and wriggled with satisfaction.

"Mmmmmm, Wylie, thanks," she sighed. "That was great."

"Glad you enjoyed it, teacher," he grinned as he got dressed. "You learn real fast. I taught you everything you need to know – and now you're gonna pass me in the history course, right?"

"Right," Jean smiled. "So glad we could come to an agreement, Wylie."

After her crash course in fucking, Jean felt ready to seduce any student she wanted. She had her eye on one in particular – Mark Nolan, a shy but handsome blond guy who was kind of bookish and got the best grades in the class.

She figured Mark needed to do something besides read books if he was going to be a success in the real world. He needed to learn about women. And of course she needed Mark. Ever since her surprise initiation into sex, she'd wanted more and more fucking.

The next day, the class was well-behaved again. A lot of the credit went to Wylie, who was keeping his part of the bargain he'd made with Jean. He'd promised to act like a perfect gentleman in class, and he was almost overdoing it. He was so meek and mannerly and obedient, it was all Jean could do to keep from laughing.

Only once did the old incorrigible Wylie appear, and that was towards the end of the hour, when Jean said: "Mark, I'd like to see you at my apartment this evening for evaluation. Will that be convenient?"

She caught Wylie's eye and saw that he was about to crack up. He knew perfectly well what Jean had in mind when she invited the handsome guy over to be "evaluated". A knowing leer from Wylie told her that he could go for a little evaluation, himself. Jean forced herself not to grin back at him.

Meanwhile, poor Mark was turning red right down to his socks. He was very bashful and didn't like being singled out for attention. But he managed to say: "Yes, Miss Walker, I'll be there. What time? And what do I need to bring?"

"Seven," Jean said, "and just bring yourself. I'll supply all the materials we'll need."

Wylie winked at her when the class ended, but he didn't linger. She looked hungrily after Mark as he hurried out of the room. He'd be a real hunk without those glasses. He was tall, lean, with sun-bleached blond hair, and he had such attractive features. Jean could hardly wait to see him with his clothes off.

Mark was right on time that evening, and Jean was prepared for him. She'd dressed a little more conservatively than she had for Wylie, choosing a low-cut blue blouse and matching short skirt that showed off her nice legs. She used her most seductive perfume. And when she let Mark into the apartment, she could tell he liked what he saw.

He wasn't brazen like Wylie, so he didn't gawk at her, but his eyes moved quickly over her and he reddened a little. So there was something in his head besides book learning. Jean seated him on the couch and sat quite close to him. He looked bashful and nervous, but she figured she'd soon take care of that.

"Now Mark," she said with a smile, "of course there's nothing wrong with your grades. You're doing very well in my class. I didn't bring you here to discuss your academic performance. I'm more concerned about your social adjustment."

He reddened. "What do you mean, Miss Walker?" he said. "I know I'm not very popular. Is that it?"

"Yes, that's part of it," Jean said soothingly. "It's hard to be a happy teenager if you don't have any friends. But I also notice that you don't have a girl. Do you date at all?"

He got even redder, and he hung his head as he replied: "No, ma'am, I don't. I never got up the nerve to ask a girl out. I'm always afraid they'll laugh at me."

"But would you like to date?" Jean asked. "Oh, yeah," he said with a wistful sigh. "I sure would."

"Now be very frank with me, Mark," Jean said. "This is a private talk, and nobody will ever know about it but you and me. Do you feel horny a lot? Would you like to make out with a girl?"

She didn't think it was possible for a human being to blush as hard as Mark did. He couldn't meet her eyes as he muttered: "Yeah, Miss Walker, it seems like I'm horny all the time. I'd love to make out, if any girl would have me."

"Well, that's perfectly normal, Mark," Jean said, sliding a hand onto his leg and patting him. "I imagine you jack off a lot, too, don't you?"

"Yes," he admitted sheepishly. "Once a day, at least."

Jean could barely contain her excitement. She was about to seduce a handsome, horny teenaged virgin. It would be like an early birthday present. She rubbed Mark's leg while the boy struggled with his shyness and embarrassment.

"Masturbation is normal, too, Mark," she told him gently. "There's no reason to feel ashamed of it. Everybody does it. But I think maybe you do have a problem I can help with."

"What's that, Miss Walker?" he asked, getting up the nerve to meet her eyes again.

"Well, I'm sure you'd rather have sex with a real live woman than to jack off," she smiled. "So I'll teach you how. You can start with me."

Mark's mouth fell open, and Jean could see the astonishment all over, his face. She didn't blame him for feeling blown away. He probably couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Still smiling invitingly, she gently removed his glasses and set them aside. He was much cuter without those glasses.

Her pussy tingled with readiness as she looked at the handsome youth. She brushed his straight blond hair back from his face, then leaned forward and kissed him, darting her tongue teasingly between his lips. He gave a hoarse groan and a helpless shudder of arousal. She slid her tongue all the way into his mouth and probed around.

She was shaking with excitement, but he made no move to touch her. Wylie would have taken the hint, and it was a damned big hint. But with Mark, it was going to be different. The shy virgin bookworm would have to be coaxed and encouraged every step of the way. Jean finally broke off the steamy tongue-kiss and smiled at him.

"Did you enjoy that, Mark?" she asked. "Oh, wow, I sure did," he said hoarsely. "Do it to me, then," she said. "I want you to learn how."

His first attempt was clumsy, the second a little better, and by the third kiss he was getting good at it. Not only that, he was building up his confidence. He started feeling her up. It was awkward and timid, but at least he was trying, his hands making fleeting passes over her hips and waist and tits.

They paused. Jean's pussy was on fire with need, seething and cream-soaked. She would happily have fucked the guy right then and there. But she wanted to do this right. She was a teacher, after all, and when Mark left tonight, she wanted him to know how to turn a woman on, not just how to fuck.

She'd teach him everything Wylie had taught her. Now she started unbuttoning her blouse, and Mark's eyes got big again. He watched in shy fascination as the beautiful brunette removed her blouse. Her pretty lace bra seemed ready to overflow, her big ripe tits bulging over the tops of the cups.

Smiling enticingly, Jean popped open the front catch of her bra. The cups flew apart, and her melon-size tits came tumbling out, firm and creamy-skinned, capped with lust-stiffened nipples. Mark moaned softly as he stared at her luscious big tits. Jean saw the crotch of his jeans starting to swell.

But apparently he wasn't going to do anything but stare. He was too bashful and polite to make a move without his teacher's permission. So Jean took his hands and set them on her naked tits. He shivered with excitement as she placed her hands on top of his and showed him how to squeeze and stimulate her tits.