Ray Todd - Teacher_s hot lesson

Filled with a wild lust he'd never felt before, Paul was soon slamming his cock into her with all his strength.

"Harder, honey, harder!" screamed Marcia, completely carried away by the man's wild passions. "Fuck me harder!"

Each brutal thrust of his pounding cock was bringing more and more joy to her ravaged body. With his cockhead slamming against the end of her cunt, she was receiving more pleasure than she'd ever thought possible.

"That's it, honey!" she sobbed, grinding her dripping slit up around the base of his plunging rod. "Fuck me good, baby! Fuck me good!"

Marcia was losing all sense of reality. At the moment there was nothing else in the world that mattered except this deliciously big cock that was driving mercilessly into her writhing belly. Mewling 'incessantly under his heaving chest, Marcia was wildly throwing her cunt up to meet every lunge of his lusty boner. Grasping at his ass-cheeks, she pulled him violently against her, arching her loins up to take the full force of his battering tool. The open lips of her frothy twat were grasping and sucking at the base of his hard slippery tool, trying to pull more of it into her hungry pussy.

Fucking his bloated cock into her, his thoughts drifted to his young wife. God, how he'd like to fuck Kathy this way. He'd love to split the frigid little bitch's cunt open with his pounding cock. He could almost imagine it was his little blonde wiggling under him as his wild lust increased. How he'd love to make Kathy scream with pain. Some day he'd get even with the girl for the way she'd treated.

"Take that, you little bitch!" he roared, forgetting that it was Marcia beneath him.

"Yes," squealed the aroused redhead, strangely excited by the vicious way he was dominating her. "Fuck the he' out of me!"

"You fucking slut!" he panted, still thinking it was Kathy as he poured it to her with more ferocity.

Not aware that the man momentarily thought he was fucking his wife, the lust-crazed redhead was perversely aroused by the abuse he was giving her. The way he was crudely dominating her seemed strangely exciting to Marcia.

With her fingers grasping at his sinewy ass, their wet naked bodies were grinding lewdly together. Digging her bands into the crack of his butt, the tip of her finger found the hairy ring of his asshole.

Stick it in, you bitch!" he screamed. "Stick your fuckin' finger up my ass!"

"Then fuck me harder!" she panted, plunging the length of her middle finger up his shitter. "Fuck me harder!"

'That's it, you rotten little bastard!" he roared, pounding his tool even deeper into the woman's slippery fuck-hole.

With their writhing bodies locked obscenely together, Marcia's erect nipples were tingling with intense pleasure as her lush tits rubbed deliciously against the man's heaving chest.

"Oh, Christ, that's goad!" she squealed as their wet naked bodies slapped noisily together.

Every plunge of Paul's thrusting cock was driving Marcia closer and closer to her impending climax. The feel of his big prick slamming into her belly was blowing her mind, and Marcia knew she couldn't stand much more of this delicious assault.

"Christ, baby!" she gasped. "I'm almost there!" "Get ready, you slut!" he roared. "I'm gonna fill that filthy cunt with juice!"

Thrilled at the way he was defiling her, Marcia spread her thighs even wider and threw her legs over his shoulders, raising her slit to receive the hot cum he'd just. obscenely promised her. The brutality of his violent thrusts were literally rattling her teeth as his cock drove deeper and deeper into her lurching guts.

Marcia could feel her rapidly approaching orgasm building in her hot, dripping cunt. Every nerve and muscle in her body was tensing for the ultimate moment.

"Faster, honey, faster!" she hysterically screamed. "I'm gonna come… gonna come!"

"Here it comes, you fuckin' bitch!" he shouted, rearing back and slamming his cock into her cunt with all his strength. "Here comes the juice!"

"Yes, darling!" she cried. "Squirt me good!"

The sudden feel of his hot thick sperm gushing into her cunt triggered Marcia's overwhelming orgasm.

"Christ, baby!" she squealed. "I'm coming! Keep squirting, honey! Keep squirting!"

Screwing her silt up tightly around the base of his spurting rod, she could feel torrents of hot fuck juice spewing into her spuming fuck-hole. The girl frantically clung to him until the last drop of his slippery cum bad dripped into her sperm-drenched cunt. This W a fuck that neither of them would ever forget.

The next few days without Marcia were pure hell for Paul. After a week had passed, the man spent his days in the office with a perpetual hard-on. His every thought was about his hot-cunted secretary and nothing else.

Two days before she was to return, Paul received a note from her, telling him that she'd met this great guy and was going down to Mexico with him for a few days. In closing, she told Paul that she had no idea when she'd be returning, and suggested he look for a new secretary.

Paul was stunned when he received the letter, and after reading it several times, he reached into the drawer for the bottle of scotch he kept there. Not feeling any better after three stiff drinks, he decided to take the day off and get plastered. There was a bar-restaurant down the block where he and Marcia often lunched, so he headed directly for it.

It was shortly after one o'clock in the afternoon, and when his eyes became accustomed to the dim light in the longs, he recognized Ed Marshall, a business associate of his, sitting at the bar with a very attractive brunette.

"Hi, Paul," the man called out. "Why don't you come over here and join us?"

"'Thanks," smiled Paul, walking over to whore they were seated.

"Paul," said the man, rising from his stool. "Have you ever met my wife, Donna?"

"I don't believe so," smiled Paul.

"Darling," Ed turned to his wife, "this is Paul Carson."

"Hi, Paul she beamed, taking his hand. "You're kinda cute."

Sitting down at the bar with the couple, it was soon obvious to Paul that they were both a little smashed, and after two martinis on top of the three shots he'd had in his office, Paul was feeling quite mellow himself.

"Ed didn't tell-me he knew such a cute guy," giggled Donna, lightly resting her band on Paul's

"And he didn't tell me he had such a pretty wife," Paul returned the compliment.

"Hey, fellow," Ed laughed. "That's my wife you're flirting with."

"Don't mind him," giggled Donna with a strange warm glow in her smoldering gray eyes. "He's just jealous."

"I don't blame him," smiled Paul, a bit aroused by the way she was looking at him.

They were interrupted when the bartender walked over and said that Ed was wanted on the phone. When the man had gone to answer it, Donna turned her soft sultry eyes back to Paul. "Married?" she asked. Yes.

"Ever fool around?" whispered the beautiful brunette.

"Sometimes."

"Good," she giggled. "So do I."

Ed returned before anything further was said. "Paul," smiled the man. "I have to go back to my office for a moment. Will you take care of Donna?"

"It will be a pleasure," Paul answered. "I'm sure it will," replied Ed in a cold voice as he walked away.

"What's the matter with him?" Paul asked Donna when her-husband was gone. "He knows I'm a hippy," she giggled. "Are you?" "Sure," smiled the girl. "Can't you tell?" "Why are you?" asked Paul.

"Because he's a lousy lay," she whispered, placing her hand on the man's thigh again.

The feel of her warm fingers on his leg so long had Paul's cock throbbing violently in his pants.

"He's got a silly little prick," she giggled, her voice slurred from the martinis, "and I like nice big cocks. Do you have a big tool?"