Nick Eastwood - No virgin schoolteacher

"Oh, God, did I ever come," she said breathlessly.

"Then can I conclude that you like fucking?" Phil asked with a wicked grin.

"You can conclude that," she giggled. But then she got serious again. "Honey, I was silly to be scared. That was the best thing I ever felt. I'll never hold out on you again."

"Good," Phil said, "because I'm not finished with you, not by a long shot."

He raised himself off her, and his dripping cock was still hard. He rolled her over onto her belly, then drew her up into a crouch. Erin was wide-eyed as she held the doggy-position. Things were probably moving faster and farther than she'd expected.

But as Phil knelt behind her and slid his stiff cock up her cunt, she threw back her head and wailed with pleasure. She went on wailing as he pushed to her womb. He grasped her curvy hips and began fucking her in a fast steady motion. She dug her nails into the bed and moaned.

"God, yes, baby, fuck me again!" she cried. Her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace, and her cute tits wobbled with the impact of Phil's hard fucking. She'd lost her shyness a long time ago. She was pure animal now, creaming and moaning and jerking her hips to his hot rhythm.

Jamie watched in wonder and lust. Just an hour ago this girl had been terrified of fucking, and now she was behaving like a slut. She was taking her husband's huge hard cock like a battering ram and not showing a sign of pain or fright.

Jamie had learned something. Fucking wasn't that hard to get used to. Now she just wished she had the chance to try it. She wanted to experience all the hot pleasure Erin was getting. She soaked her hand with sizzling juice as she feverishly rubbed her clit.

Again she tried to imagine a big rock-hard cock hammering in her cunt, but she needed more than her imagination. She slid her middle finger off her clit and stuffed it into her dripping twat. She dug deep and felt a sharp blast of pleasure that almost made her wail.

Watching Phil's pistoning cock, she imitated his rhythm with her stiff finger. She fingerfucked herself at exactly the same hard pace he was using on Erin. It felt pretty damned good, but she knew she still wasn't feeling anything like the real thing.

Her finger was just too little. It was dwarfed by Phil's massive cock. She needed more inside her cunt. She slid a second finger into the steamy velvet-lined hole and felt her excitement double. She pistoned her fingers deep and hard.

Meanwhile Erin was gurgling and babbling with pleasure, floods of sizzling cunt juice running down her legs. All of a sudden she threw back her head and began to howl. Phil was making her come again, just as hard as he'd done the first time.

"Ohhhh, my God, ohhhhh, whaaahhhh!" the young bride wailed.

Leering triumphantly, Phil fucked her hard and steadily through the body-wracking orgasm. Jamie watched the girl coming and finger-fucking herself steadily. Her hand dripped with her molten cunt cream, and she could hardly keep from whining with lust.

She realized that she was feeling very angry toward her mother. Why had Mom told her all those lies about sex being dirty and nasty and disgusting? It just wasn't true. Making love was about the nicest thing two people could do for each other.

Jamie felt cheated. Here she was going into her late twenties a virgin, never having experienced any of the fun of sex. Thanks to her mother's constant stern teachings, she'd denied herself years of pleasure and release. Well, not any more.

She finger-fucked herself deeply and steadily, and she didn't feel any guilt. She was human and she had a right to enjoy her body. She had a right to satisfy her natural needs. Suddenly she felt free, liberated from her mother's Victorian beliefs.

Erin had pitched forward onto her belly as she finished coming. She lay there sighing and writhing with satisfaction. But Phil still wasn't finished with her. He rolled onto his back, and his massive cream-drenched cock stood straight up. Erin glanced over at him, then started crawling toward him. This time she didn't need any instructions.

"Yeah, baby, you like the idea," Phil leered. The little blond straddled him, and he eased her down onto the rigid skewer of his engorged prick. She slid down the throbbing prick with a moan of lust. Holding her by the waist, Phil began fucking her as hard as before. She rode his cock like it was a bucking bronco.

"God, yes, honey, fuck me forever!" she wailed.

"I'm sure gonna try," Phil grinned.

Jamie watched them and ate her heart out. Now that she'd finally rejected her mother's puritanical ideas about sex, she realized what she'd been missing. This was what she wanted, a happy sexy marriage, a man of her own. She just didn't know how to get it.

But she had a more urgent task right now, and that was getting off. She couldn't take her burning lust much longer. She pistoned her fingers deep and fast in her squirting twat, imitating the merciless rhythm of Phil's cock. Erin was soaring towards another orgasm, and so was Jamie.

"Uhhhhhh, honey, harder!" Erin sobbed. "Give it to me as hard as you can!"

Phil knew she could take it now, and he gave it to her, pounding his cock into her so hard that her whole body shook with impact. She threw back her head and wailed as she began to come.

"Ohhhh, God, you did it, whaaahhh!" she howled.

Phil was coming, too, yelling hoarsely, "Take my load, baby, aaaggghhhh!"

Suddenly, unexpectedly, Jamie was bringing herself off.

"Oooooh, shit, unnggghhh!" she gasped. She just hoped her helpless cry had been drowned out by the noise the newlyweds were making. She leaned against the building and finger-fucked herself through a long hard climax. Then she straightened her clothing and headed home. She had a lot of thinking to do.

By Monday morning Jamie made up her mind to lose her virginity. She'd also chosen the man she wanted for the job.

Warren Davis was a fellow teacher, and Jamie had known him for several years, but they hadn't gotten to be close friends. Jamie could never get through the crowd of females around Warren to talk to him. It seemed like every woman at school, students and teachers and secretaries, had a crush for Warren.

Jamie could certainly understand that the man was gorgeous. Slightly over six feet tall, with dark hair and sexy dark eyes, he was superbly built. He was a good flirt, too, and definitely the most eligible bachelor on the faculty.

Warren had never married. He was probably having too much fun to settle down. He seemed to date a different woman every week. And with all those women fighting for a chance to date him, he didn't have time to pursue a shy, mousy, man-fearing spinster like Jamie.

So why had she picked Warren? Because when she lost her virginity, she wanted to go first class.

She wanted a man like Phil, attractive and experienced, somebody who could introduce her to every way of making love. She was sure Warren would be patient, too. Once he set his sights for a woman, he didn't give up till he'd seduced her.

Now all Jamie had to do was get his attention. It was going to take all her courage, because she'd never gone after a man before. But her nagging lust was driving her, and she wouldn't give up tilt she had a man of her own. It was time for her to find out all about sex. In fact she was way overdue.

On Monday she wore a dress instead of her usual drab suit, and she used more makeup than usual. She knew she looked pretty. A couple of male students whistled at her in the hall, and that helped boost her confidence. She headed for the teachers' lounge, where Warren Davis always had coffee before classes.

There he was, surrounded by a gaggle of eager unmarried teachers, kind of like a movie star being pursued by fans. Jamie took a deep breath and joined the crowd. That got Warren's attention, probably because she'd never paid attention to him before. He even flashed her that sexy grin.