Carl Ross - The horny teacher

"Okay, great! You won't be sorry, I promise you that," he said. "I just wish I didn't have to persuade you this way. Instead of tonight, let's make it Sunday morning, in the mat room off the gym. There won't be anyone in the school, so you don't have to worry about being caught. And it's nice and comfortable there. Plenty of room to roll around and fuck in every position you can think of!" He was elated. He jumped, a smile covering his handsome young face. Then he left.

Marlene knew the mat room well. She had watched the wrestling team practice there several times over the years. It was a large room, the floor completely covered by thickly padded wrestling mats. The room was sound-proofed to quell the noise of the boys while they practiced.

She knew she'd be able to scream and yell and groan as loudly as she wanted to… and nobody would hear her, except Bob.

On Sunday, Marlene was as nervous as a young virgin. She hadn't been able to sleep much Saturday night. Her cunt was warm and wet and, despite her misgivings about it, she was beginning to get excited as hell about fucking Bob.

She pulled on a pair of skimpy, flesh-colored bikinis after a shower and also a small see-through bra – small, that is, for her ample, full tits. Some girls might have called it a big bra, but it was barely large enough to contain her billowing, soft tits. Rolls of soft tit flesh hung over the edges of the bra, and her hard, erect nipples stuck out clearly.

Her delightful, big areolas and nipples could easily be seen through the thin bra material. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. She thought that Bob would too. She was already determined that for as long as she had to go through with it, she was going to give him a good, hard fucking.

She put on a silky, long-sleeved blouse that was cut very low in front, right down in a V that exposed a lot of cleavage – and a lot of her bulging tits. Then she pulled on a pair of tight stretch slacks that showed off her legs and her round, firm ass.

When she got to the mat room, Bob was already there. He was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. She figured he had neglected to put on a jock strap because there was a knobby bulge in his crotch that stuck out as if he had a grapefruit there.

Even without seeing his cock, she guessed that it must be as huge as she'd heard it was. She gazed at the big lump and felt a tight, quivering ache swirl through her cunt. Now that she was here, she could hardly wait to feel his cock riding hard in her cunt once again.

She was glad it was Bob who was going to fuck her. As long as she was breaking the habits of fourteen long years, she didn't want to get a fucking from somebody who didn't have a lot of cock.

"I see you came prepared," she said with a smile, letting her eyes gaze firmly at his crotch. "I hope you can stay as excited as that all day!"

"Never fear, sweetheart," he said. "This is one prick that you can depend on. He never gets tired of fucking."

"Okay, let's get started," she said. "I hate to waste perfectly good fuck time by talking."

Bob walked over to her, his feet sinking a couple of inches into the padded mat with every step.

He grasped the bottom of her blouse and slowly pulled it up. Marlene felt a flush of warm passion rush over her. No man had done that since she was a young kid just out of school. Sometimes she had stayed awake all night, fingering her cunt, dreaming of what it would be like to feel a man's hands all over her body again, the warmth of his tongue on her hot cuntlips, and the hard goodness of his big prick plunging into her trembling, needy cunt.

Then the blouse was off and he was fumbling with the snap of her bra. The bra fell away. Her big, ripe tits, with those hot nipples sticking straight nut, flopped out and jiggled lewdly.

Marlene was nervous as a little kitten. Her breath was coming in short gasps, and her tits rose and fell rhythmically with her heavy breathing. Her face was flushed, her mouth open slightly. She felt tingling waves of excitement roll through her body.

Bob unzipped her slacks and slid them carefully over the round, smooth cheeks of her ass… over those full, delectable thighs and down off of her legs. She stepped out of than, and Bob tossed them aside with a grin.

He gazed hotly at her crotch, where the soft dark hair of her pussy showed distinctly through her filmy bikinis. A few wisps of her curly brown cunt hair peeked over the top band.

Marlene was impatient. She couldn't wait to be stripped naked and start fucking the shit right out of Bob's hard, long prick.

She grabbed the tops of her bikinis before he had a chance to get to them, and slid them seductively down over the curves of her long and luscious legs.

Her pussy was glistening and delicious-looking. That bush of soft, furry hair was wet with her anticipation.

He already had his T-shirt off, and Marlene felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at the hard muscles of his chest and upper arms. What a hunk of man! she thought.

Then he dropped the shorts, and she saw that she had been right all along – he wore no jock strap.

All he had under those gym shorts was a tremendous nine-inch cock – throbbing and pounding with unbridled lust – and a pair of big, hairy balls that would soon be slapping up against her hot ass.

She dropped to the floor mat and spread her legs as wide as she could, bending them at the knees and curling her toes toward the ceiling.

Her cuntlips were already soaked and swollen, covered with a thin film of cuntjuice that had begun to dribble when she awoke that morning. They were pink and hot, and she fell them trembling lightly with anticipation born of years of frustration and a self-imposed fuck famine.

Bob dropped to his knees and moved between her upturned thighs. His hands roamed over her firm and shapely legs. His fingers slid into her pussy, his thumb over her hot, glistening cuntlips, then to her clit.

"Uunghhh! My God!" she cried. "Ohh, Bob, I'm so hot I can't even think straight! Just fuck me, darling, quickly! Shove your beautiful big prick into my cunt! I can't wait another second! And fuck me hard, baby… very, very hard!"

Bob Parsons didn't need any coaxing. He felt her cunt, and his third finger was so wet that it dripped as he pulled it out of that hot hole. She was ready for a really hot fucking, so he pressed the big head of his nine-inch cock against her cuntlips, and gave a shove with his hips that sent his whole prick ramming deep into that luscious cunt of hers.

"Eeeaaaghhh!" she shrieked. Her eyes were opened wide, staring up at the ceiling. Her head was straining back against the mat, and she thrust her hot cunt up as far as she could toward him. Her neck muscles bulged with the passion of lust unfulfilled, of a craving to be fucked thoroughly and hard and repeatedly.

His cock rode inside of her cunt smoothly, deeply, filling her completely with his hard and meaty shaft.

Bob always believed in the old saying that first impressions are the most important, so he always made that first hard thrust a good one. He shoved his prick hard, sending it deep into her cunt. Broads always liked that, he found. They remembered him for his breath-taking initial stroke. His prick sometimes literally took their breath away when he first sent it up into their hot cunts, right up to the hilt.

"How do you like it?" he asked. "Like my cock, sweetheart? Is it big enough for you?"

"Ohhh, Bob, it's a marvelous prick!" Marlene cried. Her face was colored crimson. She was panting already, filled with passion and a wild, anxious hunger to be completely and furiously fucked out. "Shove it way in, darling! Pound my cunt as hard as you can! I've needed a big cock like yours for such a long, long time!"