Margot Peters - Campus love-in

She stared at my exposed cock and licked her lips, like a little girl looking in at a candy store. I was too surprised to say anything at first-though by this time in my stay at Mountainview I should have been used to it.

"My God," she whispered hoarsely, "I've finally got you alone, all to myself…"

"Yes, you certainly do," I said, holding my pecker in my hand, not knowing what to do with it.

"I couldn't believe it, when he told me he had hired a man teacher. And then when I saw what you looked like! God! Do you realize, at dinner tonight, just staring at you, darling, I started to come…"

I wanted to tell her she wasn't the only one to come at the dinner table, but I resisted that impulse.

Instead, I said: "I'm glad to hear it? But, don't you think you ought to get out of here now? I mean, before that husband of yours, my boss, starts looking for you and finds you with me… and my cock."

"Oh shit, forget him. I told him I felt dizzy and was going upstairs to lie down. God, God, look at that fucking lovely cock of yours!"

Indeed^ with her staring at it like that, it was starting to grow in my hand. After all, it was a pretty sexy situation, standing in the John with my cock out, just a few feet from the open-mouthed, lovely young wife of my employer.

I couldn't keep from stroking my prick a few times and licking my lips.

"Uhh… what do you want from me, Mrs. Hoag? I mean, what in particular?"

She chuckled softly. "I want you to help me, Mr. Eastman. I want you to help me overcome the terrible feelings of frustration f've been feeling lately."

Everybody in the area was frustrated!

"H-how do you suppose I could do that, Mrs. Hoag?"

Her eyes stayed on my prick, but her hands dropped to the hem of her dress and she started to lift it, up above her knees, past her thighs, to her hips. She wasn't wearing any panties or hose, and her pussy gleamed nakedly below the raised skirt. With one hand she patted it and fluffed up the hairs provocatively. They were thick and long.

"Do you like it, Mr. Eastman?" she asked, in a soft sexy voice. "Do you like my little pussy? It's all yours if you do, take it!"

"But… this isn't the place, Mrs. Hoag. We're running quite a big risk right at the moment as it is."

"Please, please, we'll be quick. Take me. Fuck me, fuck me, as quickly as you want to, but please do it. I must have your cock inside me. I can't stand the pressure any more. I'll go crazy, really I will! Have pity on me, Mr. Eastman, and please fuck me! Fuck me!"

Well now, it was a risk, as I told her, but I couldn't be so unchivalrous as to turn down such a pathetic offer. And besides, that cunt of hers looked very tempting.

I advanced towards her. Her eyes went wide and she smiled. Her hand went out for my cock.

"God, it's so big," she mumbled.

Her fingers clutched at it ravenously, and she rubbed it against her nether curls. The swelling shaft wagged its moist head against her sleek, tangled brown thatch. I held her tightly at the waist and pulled her close against me. I kissed her hotly on the lips, and our tongues twirled together.

She jerked on my cock till it was good and wet all down the length of it, and then she opened her thighs and fed the bobbing tool into her sticky hole.

"Give it to me, give it to me," she breathed frantically. "Fuck that cock into me!"

Her fingers scratched at her pink vaginal lips, furiously parting them for my entrance. My cock pushed into the secreting, sensitive flesh. Inside, it was visibly throbbing and pulsing with passion. She needed a cock in there, all right. I only hoped I would be enough for her.

I grabbed the smooth round flesh of her bare ass and lifted her gently into the air, setting her down just on the tip of my cock. She scratched and squeezed at my shoulder, begging for me to hurry.

I pinched the twin cheeks, my nails stabbing into that smooth skin, and I let her slide down my pole, let her fuckhole fill up with ten inches of my manhood. It all went in, and she shook and screamed for more. Her eyes clamped shut, her head wagged, and she snorted like an animal.

"Put it in, put it in!" she gasped.

I told her to relax or I couldn't operate. She took a very deep breath and opened her crotch to its widest. I got the full feel and dimension of her pussy. There was plenty of it. I shook her around above me, my fingers spreading her buttocks, the nails of my left hand scratching across the tiny furrow of her asshole. No matter how she tried, she couldn't keep from shaking and snorting excitedly. To keep us from falling, I backed her up against the door for balance.

I screwed in tight against her hungry cunt, and I began a slow, rhythmic twisting, around and around in hot circles within that damp, wide twat. "Unngggg!" she squealed. "Yes, yes, do it! Oh, I love it, I love the feel of your cock…"

And as I began to increase the speed and pressure of my gyrations she went absolutely crazy with pleasure, gasping violently, clawing at my back and buttocks, clasping the jaws of her pussy with a vise-like grip which made it a fight to get my cock all the way in and then out of her-but I made it.

She clutched at me and growled in my ear, and bit my ear. I told her to be careful, she was cutting me, and I pumped my rock- hard prick between her thighs, buried the full length of it deep within that blistering heat.

"Ohhhh! Yes, yes. that's it!" she cried.

"Be quiet, Mrs. Hoag! Your husband will hear you, fool!"

But I couldn't stop her now. She had no control over her emotions. She was awash in feelings of animal delight as my blood- gorged prick rammed in and out.

"But God, it's so good! So fucking good! My pussy… my pussy, yes, fuck it, fuck it hard"

I backed her up higher against the door and changed my grip on her pretty pink rump, allowing me to pluck at her puckered asshole. And all the while we continued our mutual pump-action, in and out, around and around. I pushed harder against her constricting belly, deeper and deeper with a driving thrust, slapping with a loud staccato sound against her soft flesh. I fucked her hard, giving her just what she was craving, what she couldn't get from that aging husband of hers.

Again and again I repeated the screwing motion, arching my pelvis all the way backwards, till only the fat head of my cock was still within her, and then jerking all the way inward, running my prick all the way back into her tubes, filling her deep, trembling twat with the full measure of my steaming, sweating, swelling fuckrod.

She was panting frantically, digging her ivory teeth into her trembling lips, shaking all over, flying with the wonderful delirium of her orgasm. Her cunt dug into me, grasping with those stern jaws for more and more, and I tried to give her still more. I breathlessly gave her all I had, banging our two clutching bodies against the wooden bathroom door, as I pounded my cock through the gates of her clasping labes, that wet mouth of eros, in and out, faster and faster. The heat rose in my blood. I could feel it. We sweated, we shivered, we gasped loudly for breath.

I was starting to come, ripple after ripple of ecstasy going all through me. I lurched backward in stunned excitement. We almost fell to the floor, with her straddling me tightly, but I twisted around and landed her pretty rear right at the edge of the sink.

"Ooohh!" she shrieked. "The sink is cold on my bare ass! Come! Give me your hot come!"

I cupped my hands under her buttocks and proceeded to plunge my final ejaculating strokes into the woman's drooling pouch. She threw her head back and stretched her mouth wide open for a silent scream. I continued to drill her as the hot cream flowed into her system, a gallon of it up from my burning, exploding balls.

Her firecracker orgasm flamed on, and she snorted and shook her head, mouth wide open. Her free hand dug along the back of my neck. I leaned into her and ground out the remainder of my load, more and more.