Thomas Trent - Back door babysitter

However, Annette knew that if they stayed together too long, someone would probably come around checking the rooms and find them still inside. Not wishing to raise any suspicions, she decided to go ahead and allow Drake to cream her ass guts.

"Fuck me hard!"

Drake withdrew his prick almost to the tip and slammed forward into her ass with all the power at his command. He dug and churned at her insides with his cock, driving and fucking with the force of a jackhammer. He bucked and slammed and drove his prick forward in a fury of desire. His prick fucked in and out of the moist hole in a blur of motion. It slipped and slid in and out like greased lightning as he fucked.

Annette's asshole was aglow with good feeling as Drake fucked and slammed like a madman. This was how Annette wanted to be manhandled. Her asshole thrived on this kind of treatment. It wanted to be fucked, dug in, slammed hard. She wanted to be reamed in and out, to have her puckered asshole purified with steel prick.

Drake slammed and fucked with such energy that Annette could not even fuck him back. All she could do was lie there and enjoy the fucking. She tried to pull her ass cheeks all the way off her body so Drake could get at the very center of her being, but was only successful in spreading them so as to present a flat surface to Drake's probing prick; a flat surface only broken by the puckered ring of her asshole. This was sufficient to allow Drake to fuck all the way in to the root of his prick. Annette's tight brown hole was flush up against Drake's balls every time he slammed into her. Next thing, it was five inches away as he withdrew all of his prick but the head, and then, in an instant, her asshole was backed up to his balls again.

Such frenzied fucking could not go on for long, against even the most determined resistance. Drake convulsed and started to come.

"Aagggh! Unngh!"

Annette, her clutching asshole being very satisfactorily fucked, felt Drake jerk and twitch, and heard his cry of ultimate joy. His rhythm was slightly broken as his body was racked with convulsions. Her sensitive asshole told her that Drake was sending spurt after hot spurt of hot cum into her gripping brown hole. She felt him fuck even harder than he had been in response to his foaming cock. He was out of control as he came.

Drake held onto Annette's waist as he came, his hands tightly gripping the soft flesh. He lunged and jerked, fucking into the barrier of her puckering asshole. Every time his prick hit bottom, he gave a powerful jerk and twitch, sending another spurt of hot jism into her brown hole. His whole body convulsed with each spurt, and his eyes were tightly shut. His knees turned to jelly and he held onto Annette for support as he came. He was a mindless fuck machine for the moment, neither thinking of nor caring for anything but the girl's slick fuck hole and his cum-spurting prick. Again and again, he slammed home while his stiff cock-meat was milked dry of cum by her tight, clutching asshole.

At the moment of Drake's first spurt, Annette had felt her own orgasm hit her. She hadn't even felt it necessary to hold onto her clit this time. Her pleasure-giving asshole was sending enough good messages to her brain to cause waves of orgasm to ride over her entire body. She jerked, and her ass ring throbbed and clenched open and shut on the cum-spurting prick. She could still feel Drake's hard prick each time it jerked and spurted, and her own asshole snapped shut on the prick each time a jet of cock-cream shot out of it. Her brown hole snapped open and shut in double time as her climax took control of her body, wringing and milking the hard prick until it was dry.

Drake rested against Annette's back until his knees were strong enough to support his weight, leaving his spent prick lodged inside her tight backdoor hole. Annette could find no cause for complaint, as she always liked having something stuck up her greedy ass. Besides, she needed these couple of minutes to regain her breath, too.

Her brown hole gave an occasional twitch as the pleasure continued to emanate from the ass ring. She could still feel Drake's prick as it gave its own occasional twitches every now and then, encased as it was in her snug-fitting asshole. Annette felt so good with his prick in her ass that she never wanted to uncouple.

Drake raised himself on shaky legs and began to slip his fuck tool out of her ass. Slowly, he pulled himself back and the dwindled prick began to follow along. When the base of its reddened head almost appeared, the powerful asshole snapped shut and his prick was once again free.

Annette felt empty as Drake withdrew his spent cock. She always felt this way after she had been fucked in the ass. However, she knew that she could always find something to stick in her asshole when the need arose.

She lifted herself off of the desk and let her dress hang back down like it was supposed to. She brushed herself off and hoped that no one would be able to gain any idea of what had just happened in the classroom. She stood and squeezed her asshole shut a couple of times in remembrance of the fine prick fucking she had just received. The hole was slightly sore as a result of the stretching out it had gotten, but Annette had no objections to this. To her, this aspect of receiving a butt-fucking was just as pleasurable as the rest of it.

She picked up her panties, then decided not to put them back on. She didn't want to get lotion and cum from her greased-up asshole on them, so she stuck them in her purse. Besides, it was so sensuous to wear a dress with nothing on underneath. Especially feeling the pleasant soreness of her throbbing brown asshole.

When she again looked at Drake, he had pulled his pants back up and was presenting a quite respectable appearance. No one looking at him would suspect that he had just gotten sucked off by, and then ass-fucked, by one of his young female students. He was quite a good actor.

She faced him. "Mr. Drake, I presume I made an A in my history course this semester."

The crafty Drake replied: "Hmmm. I still haven't decided, Annette. You do have a delicious asshole, you know. I might like to have another taste of it."

"Bullshit. If you don't give me an A in this course, I'm going to tell what just happened in this room. I'll cry rape, anal rape. What do you think will happen to your career? We'll be able to kiss your ass good-bye for good." And she meant it.

"Now, now, Annette. Of course you'll receive an A. I only meant that I would like to get together with you some other time, if it's okay with you. I really like you."

"Fuck you."

Annette turned and left the room, leaving a bewildered but satisfied Drake standing with a smile on his face.

Nurse Head smiled in greeting as Annette entered the doctor's waiting room a week after her history test. It was time for her annual physical, and Doctor Horn was going to give her the works.

"Hello, Annette. How have you been?"

"Oh, pretty good, I guess. I'm feeling fine."

"Good. Come with me."

Nurse Head escorted Annette to one of the tiny examination rooms. "Strip," she said. "The doctor will be with you shortly."

The nurse left the room as Annette began removing her clothing. When she was stark naked, she sat down on the paper-covered examination table. The room was cool on her bare skin, but not cold.

While waiting, she thought to herself how privileged doctors are. Every day, naked females spread themselves for his inspection. She wondered if her doctor had ever fucked one of his patients, then felt ashamed of herself for thinking of good old Doc Horn in that manner. Doctor Horn was a professional, and certainly would not allow himself to become aroused at the sight of bare female flesh. She was sure that when he looked at a person, all he saw was muscle tissue and membranes.