Carl Burton - Sex teaching teacher

Her climax blossomed into a mouth-champing, ass-rippling frenzy which brought Spike along, squirting into her guts, while Tommy exploded in her mouth, sending his warm cum shooting down her throat.

Susan had never had it so good, and it went without saying that both boys were thrilled witless. Never before had they experienced such fun at school.

In thinking things over that night, Susan reluctantly concluded that she had gone too far. Having fun with one student wasn't so risky, but, with two boys involved, the chance of exposure had doubled. Also, it was just too dangerous to keep screwing in the schoolhouse.

Susan didn't want to be disgraced and run out of town.

She decided to have a talk with Tommy and arrange to meet him somewhere else. They couldn't get together in her room or at his home, either. They would have to figure out another place.

So that he might have a chance to think it over before she met him at school the next day, she walked over to his house that evening. Just calling on him for a conversation wasn't risky, she thought, since teachers frequently had talks with students in the evenings to discuss their studies. She assumed Tommy's brother would give them an opportunity to talk alone.

She stepped up onto the porch of the Lansons' modest home and rang the bell. She hoped Rusty would be out screwing around somewhere. No, she reconsidered. It would be better if Rusty were at home, so that she could give him an explanation for her presence and he wouldn't hear second-hand, perhaps from a neighbor, that she had visited his baby brother at night.

The door opened. Rusty grinned at her in happy surprise.

"Hello," she smiled. "I'd like to talk with Tommy, if I may."

"Afraid you can't do that," Rusty said, his eyes flicking over her curves. "The kid's gone to bed."

"So early?" Susan asked in surprise. "It isn't nine o'clock yet."

"I know, but Tom was plum tuckered out. He's been that way every night lately. You must be workin' him too hard at that school of yours."

"Well, I…" Susan stopped in confusion.

"Come on in, though," Rusty invited, holding the door wide open. "You and me can have a little drink."

"No, thank you," Susan sniffed, and turned to leave.

Rusty grasped her arm. It was plain to Susan that he had already been drinking. In fact, he was on the verge of being drunk.

"Let go of me!" she demanded.

"Better tone down or you'll wake up the kid," Rusty warned. "Come in. You've got nothin' better to do tonight."

Susan permitted herself to be drawn into the house. Rusty shut the door.

"I'll just have one drink and that's all," Susan said firmly.

"Maybe that'll be enough." Rusty winked.

He had wicked ideas – that was for sure and Susan wanted nothing to do with him. Especially not tonight, after her vigorous sexual workout with Tommy and Spike that afternoon. She sat on the sofa and crossed her bare legs. Her skirt slid above her knees.

"What do you like – bourbon with a little water?" Rusty asked.

"That will be fine," Susan said, being careful to maintain a cool attitude. She didn't know why she was there with Rusty at all, except that he had made it difficult for her to walk away.

He brought her drink, along with one for himself. He grinned over his glass, making a toasting gesture. Susan reciprocated and sipped. Rusty sat beside her.

"So what did you want to talk to the little shit about?" Rusty asked.

Susan colored slightly. "Are you referring to Tommy?"

"Who else?" Rusty gulped from his glass.

"I think it's awful of you to call him a little shit," she said.

"Well, then, the little prick. You like that better?"

"You're dirty," Susan said.

"Now just hold on there," Rusty said, snuggling closer. "As I recall, when you and I were makin' it, you didn't hesitate to use some four-letter words – like fuck me, fuck me, Rusty or somethin' like that."

Susan's cheeks grew very red. "I wish you'd please forget that. We're not going to get together again, ever. It isn't decent."

"Bullshit, baby!" Rusty told her.

Susan started to get up, but the slender, good-looking man grasped her arm, forcing her bottom back down against the sofa.

"You ain't gonna run off just like that," he said. He was ogling her breasts which had jiggled in her clinging blouse. "Say, you quit wearing a bra didn't you?"

"My underwear is my own business, if you don't mind," Susan said huffily.

"Yeah, but when your titties jiggle like that, a guy can't help gettin' interested. Why, I'll bet even Tommy's old enough to enjoy a jiggly set of tits. Struttin' around like that at school, you're probably makin' him jack off in the boys' room. That's probably why he's so tired every night."

"I won't sit here and listen to your filthy talk!" Susan exclaimed, and began to struggle, attempting to free herself from his grasp.

Her glass tipped and spilled onto the rug.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, without thinking. "Now look what I've done."

Rusty laughed. "Never mind that. But you just proved my point – that you're not above using a little strong language yourself sometimes."

"I didn't mean to say it," Susan replied, embarrassed. "Now let go of me!"

"Not just yet." Maintaining his hold on her with one hand, Rusty set his glass down. He took Susan's drink and placed it on the end table, beside his own. "I don't think you really want that – or need it, either."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you're fully capable of throwin' a good fuck without any liquor in you. In fact, you proved that a couple of times with me."

"I told you to forget those times," Susan said. "I'll never do it again."

"The hell you won't!"

Rusty moved in for a kiss. Susan jerked her head to the side, seeking to avoid him. But he was persistent. He grasped her chin to steady it. His lips crushed hers. He forced her mouth open, and his tongue came spearing in.

Susan's blood quickened. No man could kiss her that way without invoking a response. Though she preferred boys, and only felt right when she was with them, men excited her physically. That was something over which she had no control.

Rusty slid a hand up her front, toying with her titties through her thin blouse. Her nipples stiffened. Her mouth relaxed more, making it easier for Rusty's tongue to play inside it. Her tongue joined in the game.

She was breathing hotly by the time Rusty began caressing her legs, feeling up the satiny slopes of her thighs. Her legs moved well apart, as if of their own accord, and the man's eager fingers reached the center strip of her panties. He tickled her pussy through the silken fabric.

Susan writhed. She clutched Rusty around the back of the head and did most of the kissing herself. He let her wet tongue flutter in his mouth, next to his, circling and sliding against it.

She was becoming strongly turned on, and it was only natural that she would reach for the center of his sexual power. She caressed the hump in his pants and pulled at it.

Rusty took his hand from her long enough to yank down his zipper and to drag his semi-erect penis out of its confinement. The meaty organ whipped in the air and stiffened up as Susan's delicate fingers closed on its head.

Rusty put his hand back between her legs, this time hooking her panties aside and stroking her hot cunt directly. Her soft labia were puffing and becoming moist. Rusty slipped his finger between the velvet folds.

Susan began to stroke his cock ardently. She wanted that big thing inside her. Boys' pricks were delightful, giving her a special thrill, but they didn't fill her up like a man's cock did.

Before Rusty stuck his prick into her, though, she wanted to taste it. The gliding of his finger up her cunt, rubbing her excited clitty, gave her the final stimulus to induce action, and she tore her mouth free of Rusty's. She bent forward.