Margot Peters - Campus love-in

She smiled at me. “This will make a very nice picture, don't you think?"

"But not for your husband," I smiled.

"Oh, he doesn't care. not any more. He only married me to prove to the world that he wasn't queer. Unfortunately, he never proved it to me."

"That's too bad. And I can see that you have a very healthy appetite."

"And no one to feed me," she said sexily, tugging gently but firmly on my thickening prick.

"No one?”

"Oh, the occasional man. Like you. Perhaps you can be more than an occasion, hm? Perhaps we can arrange to meet on a regular basis. It would be rewarding for both of us."

"No doubt," I mumbled, wondering how I could fit her into my already overcrowded schedule.

"Kiss me. Mr. Eastman. Kiss me hard. And then make love to me, hard…"

She squeezed my cock and pulled me closer to her, into her tight, warm embrace.

"All right, I surrender…”

I grabbed her around the waist, then lowered my grip to her wide, fleshy bottom.

"Take me," she said.

I pressed my mouth against hers and she forced her tongue into my mouth. It was very wet and she moved it against the roof of my mouth and over my tongue and teeth. She moaned and her whole body shuddered with the oral contact. My stiff cock bobbed around at her front. We kissed for a few moments, then I got my hands at the waistband of her trousers. I tore them down to her knees in one violent tug. Then I grabbed a handful of panty girdle and ripped that down, too. A full ripe growth of pussy hair gleamed and shimmered at me, jet black, matted down from the pressure of her girdle.

I touched and explored the various folds around her crotch. She was voluptuous all right, with soft, ample flesh and a plump, fat cunt. I touched my cock to the long black hairs sprouting from her mound. The hairs sprang around the cock head and eagerly invited it in. Her pussy was as soft and inviting as a goosefeather pillow.

"Get over there," I said and backed her over to the table she was expecting me to stand on to pose. "That's it. Get back on the table and open your legs…"

"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me with that big fat cock of yours, Mr. Eastman!"

"That's what I had in mind, yeah."

I pried apart her fleshy thighs and positioned myself up between them. I gripped her legs, throwing them high into the air, draping them over my shoulders as I crouched into her open middle. I pointed my big, pulsating prick down at her quivering cunt lips. She stopped the nervous struggling she was doing and held her breath, waiting for me to stick my dick inside. For a few seconds more I teased her by rubbing the aching head of my dick around and around outside her wide, wet, shuddering cavern, and this made her dizzy with anticipation.

"God, stick it in, stick it in!"

I hunched up tight against her splayed thighs and I began to push my cock in with all the force I had. She cried out and shook all over as my organ touched base. I pulled out again and shoved it back even rougher.

"Owwwww! Ohhhh! That's good, Mr. Eastman, that's very, very good… do it again!"

I slammed into her again, full force, and dragged my way out against the opposition of her squeezing cunt jaws. When I had withdrawn as far as two inches from my tip, she jumped and wailed loudly.

"Put it back! Put it back all the way, please!"

I pushed in, slowly this time, inch at a time, watching her agonized gestures as I gradually refilled her. I stopped, took a breath, which I very much needed, and then let it whoosh out. All her muscles went limp with my next withdrawal. She was a bundle of nerves. But she opened up and let me in even deeper on the next plunge.

“Oggggg!” she growled. “Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck my hot cunt, Mr. Eastman!"

She reached out to take hold of my shoulders but I eluded her and she ended up with my bare ass instead. She clutched my tensed buttocks with both hands, prying the cheeks apart and sticking her long nails into the valley. Her nails must have been three inches long. I don't know how she could have managed to paint with them. And masturbating must have been a pretty ticklish endeavor for her. She dug these nails into the soft skin of my ass, scratching for blood. She worked them up and down the ridge of thick hairs that grew between my cheeks. But it did have an exciting effect on me. She stretched the hand and clawed with those nails till she was scratching at my anus. I flexed it open and she pushed in. My sphincter tensed wildly, and it made my cock feel an added thrill of excitement. Three inches of painted nail went into my asshole and she turned the finger from side to side, making the sensations increase immeasurably.

"Oh God, baby." I mumbled. "You're really asking for trouble, and I'm gonna give it to you!"

I took a deep, long breath, stretched my muscles above her, and rammed in again. And again, faster, harder, my prick smashing so deeply into her hot hole that I thought I was going to tear right through to her bowels.

"Oh! Oh! Mr. Eastman! You beautiful stud! Yes, yes! That's it, that's good, that feels so good… I'm starting to come now, I am, I am! Ohhhh! My cunt!”

I grunted and drew my yard back. When she felt my cock slipping out of that bubbling quim, she naturally panicked, as they all do, frantically squeezing her cunt jaws together, trying her best to keep my pumping prick within her.

My ass zoomed up and down, my sinewy cheeks spreading and closing on her heatedly exploring fingernails, as I drove my cock in and out of her, again and again. My chest beaded with a sticky sweat and the beads dropped down, splattering on her belly and on the thick growth of black hair above her open, undulating cunt.

I shook and sweated and growled at her. I squeezed at her plump, soft thighs, prying them apart as far as I could manage, giving myself more and more room to lunge in, deeper and deeper against that exploding orifice.

It was quite a bout. My prick was writhing with pleasurable sensation. Each time I rammed into her I felt as if fireworks were going off in my groin. I continued to screw and screw this horny art teacher while gradually my entire body became ignited with an ecstatic fire. The itching, burning sensations rippled through me, right up to my brain, and I realized then that it was only a matter of seconds before I would be shooting my hot juices through her churning insides. My thrusting, pummeling prick smashed in and out at an alarming speed, like an express train, so fast I came close several times to losing my balance and tumbling all over her.

"I’m going to come, Mrs. Hudson," I grunted loudly, plunging and lunging into her boiling mine.

"Yes, yes, now!"

With a crazed shriek she pulled me towards her and threw her cunt up in the air to meet the downward plunge of my prick. With my long, fat piston buried all the way inside her, she began having one hell of an orgasm.

I was coming myself now, but violently working to hold back the actual jism, hanging on cloud nine, in total ecstasy for one sublime second after another.

Her cunt shook spectacularly, the heavy jaws springing open and clamping shut faster and faster around the shaft of my rod. Warm juice flowed from her opening.

"Now, baby, now!" I cried out when I knew I couldn't keep my fluids back any longer.

My heaving prick trembled, from the bulbous tip right down to the dangling balls, and finally the first steaming squirt rocketed into her.

"There, baby! There! Take it up that sweet, wet pussy! God! All of it!"

My prick exploded again and again, filling her hole with a flood of sudsy sperm. There was so damn much of it I was afraid I would cut a canal in that opening. It finally overflowed, pouring out of her flared cunt and running down the crack of her ass as I continued my pumping, still spewing prime, bubbling white stuff. It poured onto my balls, onto the table, down onto the floor, making a puddle of white cream between my feet. And I was still coming.