Carl Burton - Sex teaching teacher

The impassioned man was pushing up her nightie. Her breasts bobbed free. Chester shoved the luscious mounds together, rolling the springy masses against each other. His thumbs rubbed her nipples, making them bend to the side and flip upright again and again. The stimulation intensified Susan's desire.

The man leaned forward, bracing himself with one arm against the headboard of the bed, and his hard cock dropped into the valley between Susan's tits. He used his free hand and the inner side of his other arm to force her breasts together around his prick, and he drove his hips forward and back, sawing his rod up and down between the girl's soft, warm titties.

Susan gazed from beneath lowered lashes at the red, inviting cockhead which rhythmically surged toward her face. Finally she could resist it no longer, and she thrust her head forward, protruding her wet, rosy tongue. She lashed at Chester's driving cock, succeeding in swiping her tongue-tip across the vented end of his organ several times. This so thrilled the man that he forgot about fucking her breasts and let them spring away from his rod.

He raised himself and scrambled forward. Clutching the base of his pecker, he tilted the stiffly throbbing organ down. Susan's soft, warm lips received it.

The middle-aged hardware merchant realized the greatest thrill of his life as he stroked his wildly excited cock in and out between Susan's sucking, slippery lips. His bloated glans rubbed her tongue which fluttered responsively. His balls bumped her chin.

It was no longer necessary for Chester to hold his cock, because Susan's stroking, compressing lips were doing a marvelous job of that. The man instead wrapped his hands around the back of Susan's head, elevating it to just the proper angle so that her mouth could work more freely and effectively on his prick.

Susan sucked his cock eagerly, lunging far down on the thrusting column, taking its bulbous end into her throat as her encircling lips lapped moistly near its hairy base. Her nostrils were filled with the musky, sweaty tang of the man. Her taste buds reveled in his flavor.

She was no longer thinking of Tommy. Her mind, as well as her mouth, were full of prick. Just prick. Prick was all she wanted now. Sweet, luscious, thick, hard, meaty prick!

Susan loved it.

Chester took as much of her mouth's magnificent stimulation as he could stand, then suddenly pulled his cock out from between her lips, making an audible pop. His organ flipped, twitching ecstatically as it trailed a strand of moisture from Susan's lips, glistening in the moonlight which flooded in through the unshaded windows.

Chester scrambled backward, settling between Susan's thighs. Again he grasped her bare legs, bending them back and wide apart. His eager prick speared her gaping slit. His meat sank six inches into her.

Fucking the pretty girl vigorously, he huffed and groaned. The bed rocked beneath them, its old springs creaking. Susan's hips reached for each thrust of the man's horny rod. She writhed and tossed her head to and fro, making her black hair whip across the white pillowcase and bed sheet. Her nipple-studded titties vibrated in the moonlight.

Chester's cock voluptuously expanded her narrow channel with each inward rush, his bulging cockhead sending ripples up and down her cunt. His hard shaft sawed against her tingling clitty. His balls patted and tickled her anus.

Susan screwed her hot snatch around his plunging pecker. She moaned and panted. Never mind now that the cock belonged to a middle-aged old fart instead of the young, innocent lad she loved. A cock was a cock was a cock when Susan was deep in passion.

"Fuck me harder!" she begged. "Ram it deeper! Give me all you've got! Ooh, Chester, I love your prick!"

"And I love your… hot little pussy!" he panted. "Oooh, God! I can't… last any… longerrr!"

His cock jerked and let go inside Susan. But she was ready. Her orgasm blossomed around the man's hot, vigorous spurts. Male and female clung together, shaking and moaning as they reached Nirvana.

In the morning Susan was tempted to believe it had been a dream. But she couldn't kid herself to that extent. She had sinned again, taking a man inside her and, worst of all, enjoying it.

Though she didn't form the conclusion consciously, her recourse was to concentrate even more intensively on Tommy. Her relationship with him was fine and clean, she felt, despite the fact that he was only a child. Never mind what the world might think about it, she and Tommy were right for each other. He was the only one she really wanted.

She thought fondly about him as she got dressed, leaving off a bra as she had done the day before. She decided to forego stockings and a garter belt also, because it was going to be a warm day and her creamy-smooth legs didn't require a cover to make her look trim and decent. She dressed in just four items – shoes, white nylon panties with little pink flowers printed on them, and a dress that wasn't too tight but clung suggestively to the fullest parts of her curves, revealing the imprint of her nipples and the arching lines of her panty elastics.

Too daring for school? Susan didn't think so, in this day and age.

Walking to the old brick schoolhouse, she enjoyed the quiver of her breasts, her stiff nipples stimulated by the fabric of her dress as they rubbed abrasively against it. She liked the free feeling of bare legs, also, and it was nice not to have any band around her belly – just her whisper-light briefs.

Men ogled her, even more audaciously than usual, but she didn't mind. Let them look, the dirty devils!

Just don't touch me! she thought. I belong to Tommy.

That afternoon she would take him right in the classroom, she decided, which would furnish an extra fillip. She had the naughty thought that it would be wonderful to do it in front of the other children. But that, of course, was out of the question. Susan didn't want to get fired and perhaps even sent to jail.

Her first glimpse of Tommy, as he entered her classroom, sent a thrill coursing through her. She caught his eyes and they communed that way, wordlessly. Woman and child. Lovers.

Susan could hardly wait for the end of the school day…

"Just sit there, Tommy… sit right at your desk," Susan purred as she stood next to him, bending forward, stroking his blond, curly hair.

Her posture caused the neckline of her dress to sag, and the lad was treated to a delightful display of unbrassiered titties. He itched to touch them, to suck them as he had done the day before. He was still nervous and a bit bashful with his teacher, but he had gained confidence. Also, he had found out how wonderful sex could be, and he wanted more of it.

Susan was in a particularly wanton mood. Now that she had broken the ice with Tommy, she was anxious to act out every fantasy with him.

"Would you like to take my dress off?" she asked him, still bending forward.

He nodded urgently, not trusting his voice.

"Then unzip it," Susan said. "Right down the front."

Tommy fumbled anxiously for the zipper tab, the back of his hand pressing one of his teacher's full, springy boobs. He pulled the zipper down, Susan's dress opened, and her boobies hung bare.

Tommy grasped them.

"Ooooh, YESSSS!" Susan exclaimed, jerking her head up and shutting her eyes as she continued bending forward. "Play with my tits. Make them your toys, darling."

The lad bounced his teacher's titties on his hands. He squeezed and wiggled the responsive masses. He stroked downward on Miss Campbell's nipples.

His cock stuck up hard in his pants, as Susan discovered when she placed her hand there. Tommy jumped. Susan unzipped his jeans and brought his sturdy young pecker out.

She straightened, letting go of his cock and taking her titties out of his hands. She wriggled, shaking her jugs to and fro and causing her dress to drop to the floor.