Carl Burton - Sex teaching teacher

The middle-aged man clutched the backs of her thighs, above the tops of her stockings, and spread them even wider apart, bending them forward at the same time. His thumbs pulled the velvet draperies of her pussy open, exposing all her luscious, pink inner flesh. He pressed his mouth into the moist, warm feast and sucked. He licked. He plunged his tongue into Susan's hot, grabby hole.

"Oooh, Chester, FUCK me!" she cried. "I need your prick!"

It was the sweetest, most thrilling demand that Chester had heard in years, and he was not slow in complying. He surged up over the lovely girl tore at the front of his trousers and pushed them down, along with his boxer shorts. His cock, which was stiffer than it had been in years, leaped free. Its pink tip protruded from the ring of his foreskin.

As Susan watched, wide-eyed with admiration and excitement, Chester grasped his member and rolled the foreskin back. The head of his prick was moist and rosy. It swelled.

Susan had a crazy urge to bend to that prick and lick it – even take it into her mouth – but Chester didn't give her the chance. He fell forward atop her, guiding his prick with his hand so that it cleaved the velvet portal of her pussy, entered her tight, slippery hole, and sank six inches into the lovely girl.

"Ooh!" she cried with pleasure for, even though Chester's cock wasn't as big as the one she had gotten that afternoon, it was big enough to fill her – and thrill her – without forcing an expansion of her cunt.

A wave of exquisite delight inundated Chester's senses as he held his cock deep inside the lovely girl. He grasped the bottom of her sweater and pushed it up, causing her bare, lovely breasts to bounce free. Leaning on his elbows, he wrapped his hands around her luscious titties and squeezed them, forcing Susan's stiff, ruddy nipples high. Chester twisted his head and bowed to suck a delightful tit.

Susan writhed around the man's deeply-embedded prick, the motion stimulating the nerve-ends in her pussy and enhancing the sense of fullness which she derived from having his cock inside her. Chester was very good for an older man, she decided, offering as much hard meat as a girl could want. And the thorough kissing he had given her beforehand had been luscious!

He was continuing that generous oral treatment as his mouth moved from titty to titty, sucking and licking, and tugging on Susan's stiff, throbbing nipples.

Finally he began to stroke his prick in her pussy. He moved more slowly than Rusty had or than the other young men who had screwed her. Chester acted as if he was willing to let it last all night, and. Susan knew she had a long, scrumptious fucking in store. She had heard that about older men, and it seemed to be proving true.

Each thrust of Chester's prick filled her with delight. Susan squirmed and panted. Her cunt wiggled around the man's stroking rod. Her titties shook, and Chester could watch them because he was braced on straight arms, above her exquisite body. He also took delight in watching the passionate contortions of her pretty face. Her rosy, moist lips parted, and her dainty tongue-tip appeared between her gleaming teeth.

Chester fucked her harder, but didn't speed up. The sofa groaned beneath Susan's ass, which was being forced rhythmically into the cushion by the man's lusty thrusts.

Her senses reeled giddily. She didn't think about what was happening. No thought was needed. Susan only felt and enjoyed.

The forty-eight year old man savored every plunge of his long-deprived prick into the lovely girl's tight, slippery hole. He thrilled to her passionate responses as she writhed beneath him. Leaning on one arm, he used his free hand to cup one of her quivering breasts. He caught her rigid, red nipple between his extended fingers and squeezed it. He shook her full and resilient titty up and down.

"Oooh, Chester!" she exclaimed. "You're driving me WILD!"

"I want to… drive you wild!" he panted. "I want to… fuck you until you… can't stand it!"

"Oooh, yes… yesssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me harder! Your prick is… delicious!"

Delicious! Chester thought. Oh God. If I could just get her to take it in her mouth! But they had progressed beyond that stage. He couldn't stop the luscious fucking even for the more forbidden thrill of having her suck him. Maybe some other time, he dared to hope. Yes! There would have to be another time. After tonight, she would want it as much as he.

The belief that he had established a new relationship with his lovely young boarder excited Chester even further, and he felt himself approaching a climax. He let out all the stops and fucked Susan with every ounce of energy he could command.

This was more than enough to send the young woman into a spasm of ecstatic completion. She cried out and drove her lithe hips against the man who was spearing her. Her brain swirled. Everything let go. Susan screamed as a hot rush of blissful satisfaction enveloped her. She felt Chester's vigorous spurts as his prick twitched deep inside her.

She fell limp.

Chester covered her body with his somewhat flabby form. He bathed her face and neck in kisses. He twisted his head and sucked at a still-firm nipple.

Susan was returning to sanity. The fact that she was still drunk didn't inhibit that process, only distorted it.

"You raped me!" Susan accused shrilly, and began to beat at the man.

He quickly pushed up to look at her. "What are you saying?"

"You raped me, God damn it!" Susan slurred. "You got me drunk and raped me!"

"Will you quit shouting like that?" Chester demanded in obvious anguish. "Think about the neighbors!"

"I don't care about the fucking neighbors!" Susan said, speaking as she never would have done if she had been sober.

"Oooh, my darling angel!" Chester exclaimed, and tried to kiss her on the mouth.

But she continued to beat at him, and she writhed, preventing him from making contact with her panting lips.

Finally Chester gave up and climbed off. What else could he do? Embarrassed and a bit frightened by the girl's sudden emotional turnabout, Chester pulled up his clothes and secured them.

Susan sat up, her titties jiggling. She jerked her sweater down over the erect, shapely mounds and pulled her skirt over her damp bush.

She struggled off the sofa, nearly falling as she snatched her panties from the floor. She half-ran, half-staggered to the doorway and up the stairs. She was crying.

Susan left behind her a befuddled and fear-ridden man who had just experienced the most exquisite pleasure he had known in years and now was afraid that he might be called upon to pay for it in a way that would ruin him.

He rushed to the bottle and poured himself half a glassful of booze.

Upstairs Susan threw herself onto her bed and sobbed, her resilient ass-cheeks quivering in her thin skirt. She still clutched her panties in her hand.

"Miss Campbell, can I talk to you a few minutes?" Tommy Lanson asked as school was letting out the next day.

Susan beamed. "Why, of course, Tommy. Come on up here."

The blond-haired youth, eager but a bit bashful, walked to the front of the room while the rest of the people noisily exited.

"What is it, Tommy?" Susan smiled from behind her desk. Her eyes flicked across the modest bulge at the front of the boy's snug jeans, and a slight rosiness brightened the teacher's cheeks.

"Well, it's just… I don't quite understand that new arithmetic problem. I mean, with those percentages and all."

"Well, Tommy, I'll explain it to you. Come around here." Susan indicated that he should stand beside her chair.

The lad moved to position. He was so slim and beautiful, Susan thought. If only I could TOUCH him! REALLY TOUCH HIM!

Tommy stood very close to her as Susan began to explain the problem that had given him trouble, writing it on a piece of paper on her desk. She had difficulty concentrating on the explanation she was trying to give. She began getting hot between her legs.