Carl Burton - Sex teaching teacher

She fucked his face avidly, and he returned the favor with his plunging, fluttering tongue. He quickly got used to her scent and flavor and began to like it.

Susan started to come.

Her orgasm built slowly, getting better and better as the exciting moments passed. She wanted it to hang on and intensify while she did everything with Tommy and he did everything with her.

She plopped her ass onto the desk-top, causing Tommy's tongue to skid out of her cleft. Releasing her leg-hold on him at the same time, she permitted the lad to lift his head. He gasped for breath. His lips were wet with Susan's nectar. His eyes were wide and excited – uncertain, too, for he didn't know what was going to happen next.

Susan showed him! She slid off the desk, onto her knees on the floor. Her titties swooped forward as she bowed to Tommy's upthrust cock.

She felt a new surge of orgasm as she wrapped her soft lips around the youth's throbbing glans and began to suck it. Her tongue tickled the slit at his cock's tip. She played with his adorable, hairless balls.

She found that she could plunge her mouth to the very base of Tommy's organ, allowing his soft nuts to caress her chin.

"Uuuh! Oooh! Wowwww!" the youth panted. The teacher's cocksucking made him very excited.

Susan was coming like crazy by that time. All she needed to reach a new pitch that was higher than any she had known before was to take his delightful prick inside her body, and to have him carry the action this time – to get on top of her and really fuck!

She quit mouthing him, letting his magnificent, young cock wave free. She flopped onto her back, lifting her legs and spreading them.

"Fuck me, Tommy!" she pleaded. "Get on top of me and drive your prick in!"

The lad didn't hesitate a moment. There seemed to be no problem any longer of not knowing what to do. He simply did what he felt like.

He scrambled forward atop his beautiful teacher, grasped his dick, and inserted it into her warm, slick hole. It glided all the way into her.

She began moving up and down, round and round. Tommy moved against her. The moving felt wonderful. He lengthened and intensified his strokes.

He was fucking, he realized. Fucking Miss Campbell! Fucking her like hell, and he loved it! She loved it, too, judging by the way she was moving and panting and making wild little sounds.

He braced himself on straight arms so that he could watch her as he vigorously stroked his cock up and down in her snug, slippery hole. Susan gazed up at the beautiful boy who was sprawled over her, driving his super-stiff rod in her vagina.

"Oooh, Tommy… Tomm-eeeee!" she cried as her wild ass slapped against the schoolroom floor.

Her rolling, heightening orgasm sent convulsive ripples up and down her cunt as the lad speared her slippery, clutching flesh. She quivered all over. She was quaking deep inside. Her mind swam in a sea of warm cum.

The boy felt as if he was on top of the world as he drove his cock into Miss Campbell. And right in the schoolroom, too. Shit, if the other guys could only see him!

He fucked his teacher with wild abandon. Susan passionately fucked back. The room seemed to tilt and slowly revolve.

Tommy cried out. His hot spurts sent Susan into the final flurry of an orgasm that had been going on for minutes. She heaved and gasped. Her moans were animalistic. When she reached the excruciating limit of her endurance, she fell motionless on the floor. Every ounce of her nervous energy had been drained blissfully.

The lad pulled his dripping cock from her.

He lowered himself against her body. They wrapped their arms around each other and they kissed.

They had made the earth shake that day.

"Man, Miss Campbell's sure been lookin' good lately!" lanky Spike Foster said to the guys who had gathered in a group near the water fountains.

"Hey, you think she wears a bra?" Bobby Trent wanted to know, his roly-poly face aglow.

"Shit!" Spike said. "The way them big round tits of hers jiggle? Her fuckin' nipples even make dents in her dress."

"I'd like to get a hold of those titties!" another boy said.

Tommy had been listening to all this, and his young ego demanded recognition.

"I've played with her tits," he blurted.

All eyes turned toward him.

He read amazement, then derision in Spike's gaze. "Listen to this asshole!" he said. "He's played with Miss Campbell's titties! Shit!"

"I have!" Tommy maintained, his cheeks reddening. "Promise you won't spread it around if I tell you something else?"

The other boys obviously were trying to figure him out. Was he just snowing them, or could it be that he'd gotten close to the pretty teacher? Tommy had a reputation for being straight with them.

"We won't tell anybody," Bobby said. "What is it?"

"I fucked Miss Campbell!" Tommy proudly announced.

"No shit?" Bobby said.

"You Goddamn liar!" Spike challenged.

Tommy clenched his fists. "Take that back or I'll smash your face for you!"

Bobby pushed his bulk between them. He was gazing earnestly at Tommy. "Did you really fuck her? Really?"

"You're damned right!" Tommy said, feeling a bit guilty by that time for letting the secret out. But this didn't keep him from going on, now that his veracity had been challenged. "It happened yesterday, after school. Right in the classroom. And it happened before that, too, in the teacher's lounge."

Spike squinted. He was on the verge of becoming convinced. "You really fucked Miss Campbell?"

"Yeah. Now don't tell anybody else, huh? And I don't want to talk about it any more."

Tommy turned and walked away feeling like a man in the eyes of his peers. But he felt also that he may have hurt Miss Campbell and he hadn't wanted to do that.

"Maybe it's the truth," a boy said to Spike. "Miss Campbell had him stay after class a couple of times."

"Bullshit!" said Spike. "He's just braggin'. He couldn't fuck nobody. He ain't even got hair on his balls!"

Spike was proud of the wisps that curled around his own testicles. He was a year older than the other boys in his class, having been held back a grade when he was young.

Though he had never fucked, he had acquired the art of masturbation, and he frequently thought about Miss Campbell as he played with himself. It would have been great to glimpse her in the nude as she was making out with somebody, he thought – even better, though it was almost too good to imagine, to make out with her himself.

He decided to hang around after school that afternoon and check out Tommy's story. If the other boy remained in the classroom with the teacher, Spike would peek in through a window. He would find out whether Tommy had been bull-shitting them or not.

When the final bell rang, Susan didn't have a chance to invite Tommy to remain. The lad stood up and walked to her desk.

"Can we get it on again today?" he asked bright-eyed and expectant.

Susan felt a stimulating surge of warmth. "Oh, my darling! Of course we can! I want you, Tommy. I want you all the time. I love you so much!"

She rose quickly from her desk and circled it. The youth met her half-way. She pressed against him, and he wrapped his arms around her.

Spike, who had left the classroom with the rest of the students, got away from them as quickly as he could and circled the building. Glancing about to make certain he wasn't being observed, the tall, skinny lad sidled into the bushes just outside Miss Campbell's room. He crept up a window and peeked in.

A thrill went through him as he saw Tommy and Miss Campbell kissing. So Tommy hadn't been lying! He was making out with the teacher!

But, wait. Maybe they were just fooling around. Kissing was one thing, and fucking was something else.