Carl Burton - Sex teaching teacher

Chester's prick pushed harder against her. His breath was coming quicker near her ear. Susan felt funny – not aroused really, but strange. This was indeed like a throwback to that time with Uncle Harry. Chester was too old and respectable to be afraid of, and yet…

"Maybe you'd better stop it," Susan said. Her tone was mild, and her voice sounded strangely husky to her own ears.

"Why?" Chester asked, his tone even huskier than hers. "We aren't doing anything wrong."

"You don't think it's wrong to have your hand on my panties?" Susan asked.

"I think it's great! You've got such a nice little bottom."

He was exploring her bottom more boldly by that time, his fingertip tracing the cleft between her buttocks, which wiggled as she danced. He caught hold of a shapely ass-cheek and wobbled it up and down.

Despite the liquor, which had made Susan tolerant, she was becoming distressed. She didn't care to be pawed in such a cheap fashion. She pushed Chester's arm away and wiggled out of his embrace, her skirt dropping.

"I'm really surprised at you, Mr. Malcolm," she said, straightening her hair and trying to appear dignified. Her tongue was a bit thick, and her cheeks wore a faint blush, which was attractive.

"Please!" the middle-aged man suddenly blurted. "Let me make love to you! It won't hurt you. In fact, I can make you like it. And it will give me such pleasure!"

Susan stared at him, and suddenly he appeared such a comical figure – with his pants-front protruding and a pitifully earnest expression on his flabby face – that she couldn't help laughing. The laughter served as an emotional release for her, and it rolled out as she tilted her head back. Her breasts quivered in her snug sweater, since she hadn't bothered to put on a bra that night.

Chester's countenance changed. The girl's laughter had stung him like a whip. Now his pride as well as his sex drive demanded satisfaction, and the liquor he had consumed gave him the courage to go after it.

He rushed Susan and, before she knew what was happening, tumbled her onto the sofa. He landed on top of her. He pulled at her clothes and twisted her over. She found herself ignominiously stretched out on her belly with her skirt bunched at the small of her back and Chester holding her down so that she couldn't get away or even effectively strike him.

He gazed at her lovely young ass in skin-tight, sheer yellow briefs, and at the luscious, full bareness of her thighs with garters extending down them to tightly grip the tops of her light-brown hose.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, young lady," he said thickly. "You mustn't laugh at a man."

Injury was added to insult as he began to spank Susan on her panty-clad ass. Slap! Her buttocks wobbled. Slap! her tender flesh smarted. Slap! The erotic sound of the spanking over-rode the soft music from the stereo.

Susan writhed and whined. She tried to strike or kick the man, but to no avail. All that her squirming accomplished was to fire Chester's passion even hotter as her beautiful bottom wiggled in her thin panties. He spanked that delectable, soft target, making it bounce.

Finally he could no longer tolerate Susan's panties between her lovely ass and his hand, and he hooked the top elastic of her briefs, pulling them down. Susan felt her bottom being bared to his lustful gaze.

"No!" she cried. "Stop it! Damn you!"

Chester paid no heed to the girl's anguished protests, but pulled her panties all the way down her legs and off over her shoes while continuing to hold her firmly against the sofa. Her bottom was exposed to him in all its white, shapely splendor, the cheeks plump yet firm. Her ass was framed by the skimpy structure of her garter belt and the top bands of her stockings.

Chester raised his hand and brought it down smartly on both cheeks of her bottom, compressing, then wobbling them as he lifted his hand for another blow. The slaps of flesh-upon-flesh were sharper sounding than before, and they stung more. Susan yelped. Tears gushed from her eyes. Her bottom burned.

Red blotches appeared on the curved, creamy flesh as Chester spanked her. Susan alternately writhed and jerked, causing her ass to wiggle, then quiver like Jell-o. Chester kept punishing her lovely, tender bottom.

Somewhere in the course of the spanking Susan was not sure when – she started gaining erotic pleasure from the act. Pleasure from pain and humiliation. It was a new experience for Susan, and she didn't understand it, but she couldn't deny the intense stimulation that was coursing through her – turning her nipples stiff, making her pussy hot, causing her clitty to tingle as her cunt rubbed against the abrasive sofa.

A change occurred within Chester, also. He was hot and had been since before the spanking had started; he was even hotter now. The change was that compassion took the place of his desire to punish, and such a wave of erotic tenderness swept over him that he stop pea slapping the pretty girl's quivering, rosy bottom and bowed his head. He began kissing the inflamed flesh that he had spanked.

As he pressed his face against Susan's bottom, her flesh compressed resiliently. She was warm and soft down there. Chester kissed her delightful ass and licked it.

Susan moaned. The man's moist kisses were soothing and pleasant, particularly on that intimate portion of her anatomy and particularly after it had been spanked so vigorously. The idea of having her ass kissed pleased Susan, also. She had never experienced that pleasure before.

Chester's mouth skidded across the deep, tight cleft between her buttocks, from one cheek to the other. His soft lips caressed her. He licked her satiny skin.

Susan, still responding to the liquor, with passion now added to it, lifted her ass invitingly. Chester, who was pretty drunk himself and more aroused than he had been in years, accepted the invitation by running his wet tongue between the girl's lovely buttocks. He licked up and down her ass-crack.

"Ooooooooh!" Susan exclaimed excitedly. Her bottom gave a spastic jerk which caused Chester's tongue to sink deeper.

To Susan's happy amazement, the man's moist tongue-rip was tickling her asshole. This sent wonderful shock-wave of delight coursing through her.

For his part, the middle-aged man derived a giddy and equally amazing pleasure from licking the pretty girl's anus. She was exquisitely dainty there.

Chester clambered around onto the sofa, between Susan's legs, and boosted her bottom into the air. He buried his face between her soft buns, licking madly, then let his nose slide down her crack as he shifted his oral attentions to Susan's super-soft and already-moistened cunt.

The girl didn't know what to do. She had been sure that nothing would happen between the paunchy, middle-aged man and herself – but now he had her on her knees and chest with her bare ass upraised and he was plunging his tongue into her pussy! What's more, she was digging it! How could she stop him? She didn't want him to stop.

He rolled her over and placed her stocking-clad legs on his shoulders. Hunkering down into the luscious V of her thighs, he kissed and licked and sucked to his heart's content… and Susan went wild.

"Oooh, Ches-ter!" she exclaimed passionately. "Wowwww! I love it! Oooh, please don't stop!"

Chester had not the slightest intention of stopping. His eager tongue was plowing the soft, slitted flesh between Susan's thighs, licking up and down, wiggling her pussy folds. He slathered his saliva over her outer lips as well, plastering her curly, silken hairs against the velvet skin. He sought out her clit to lick and suck it.

Susan whooped and arched her torso, clawing at Chester's hair. His glasses fell off and dropped to the floor. Susan lost her shoes as she kicked her legs wantonly. She drummed her stockinged heels against Chester's back.