Carl Ross - The horny teacher

"Faster, darling, faster!" she yelled, "Fuck me faster!"

Bob was fucking her with everything he had. He was a virile, strong stud with a cock like a horse – a top-flight athlete in the peak of condition – and she was screaming for more cock!

She was so horny, so hungry for fucking after all these years, that Bob realized she would probably turn into a nympho after this experience. He kept pounding his prick into her hot cunt, shooting his cum, plunging to the depths of her eager loins.

She was hard to satisfy completely. She knew it too. She loved fucking him, and would spend the rest of the day in the mat room with him, giving him all the hot fucking he wanted, and taking all that he wanted to give.

They did, in fact, stay there all day and into the evening. Bob had told his wife he was going to work out, and then had to go to a meeting of the athletic department, so he probably wouldn't be home until late.

He and Marlene fucked in all kinds of positions – on the mats with her on top, on the massage table, with him on top, and even with her in a doggie position, with him fucking her cunt and not her ass.

But she knew when the day ended that she had passed a milestone. There would be no more nights alone in bed, no more fingering her own cunt in the dark, no more vibrators, no more dildoes, no more manless weekends.

Now that she had felt a hard cock where it belonged again – right in her hot but neglected cunt – she was going to get a lot more fucking… and sucking… and cuntlicking… and everything else she'd shunned for much too long!

Marlene's cunt was burning with an itch for another cock the very next day. It was Monday morning, and she had a first period class for English composition. Young Brian Collins, a bright but shy handsome kid, sat in the front row. His eyes haunted Marlene, and the straining mound at the crotch of his tight pants caught her eye the first moment of class.

She had never noticed it before, but now that she was on the lookout for another hot fucking, his crotch was like a magnet to her eye. She dreamed about unzipping his fly and pulling that hard young cock of his out, sucking on it until he filled her mouth with his hot, youthful wad of cum.

It was hard for her to concentrate as she began the class that day. Somehow she got through it, but near the end she suddenly remembered that Brian was a member of the school's camera club, of which she was the faculty adviser.

"Brian, would you stay for a second?" she asked him as the class ended. "I was wondering if you would be able to do a special assignment for me in the darkroom tonight after school. It would mean a lot to me."

"Sure. I guess so," he said quietly, a little surprised by her request. "My parents have gone to my uncle's house for a few days, so I don't have to go right home after school."

Marlene was delighted. "Good! I'll see you at four o'clock."

What a break, she thought. If he goes for it, I'll fuck the shit out of that kid until the middle of the night. If Bob Parsons can use the mat room, I sure as hell can use the darkroom!

She was worried a little about what would happen if Mr. Bascomb found out that she had fucked a student, but she was so hot, so fucking horny, that she just didn't give a shit.

She had to get another hot cock in a hurry, and she knew that there was nothing hotter than a hard young prick. Back in high school, she and her girl friends used to call them Ph.D's – perpetually hard dicks.

Marlene drifted through the day, almost like a zombie, trying to teach English to a bunch of kids who couldn't have cared less. She didn't either that day. All she could think about was the size of Brian Collins' cock, and whether he would be afraid to fuck her. She even prayed that he wouldn't be.

After school she almost ran to the darkroom, which was located in a remote part of the building next to the home economics rooms on the third floor. She got there first and unlocked the door. When Brian arrived a few minutes later, she had the white lights off, just the little amber bulb lit which the club used when they were printing photographs.

"Come on in, Brian," she said brightly. "It's all right. I'm not developing yet. But you'd better lock the door and turn the switch to put on the light outside so no one will come in while we're using the darkroom."

Once he had secured the bolt on the inside of the door, Marlene wasted no time. She pulled some phatos her purse and a roll of film too.

"This must be completely confidential, Brian," she said. "Anything that goes on in this room today is not to go beyond the two of us. Is that understood?"

Her hand was shaking, and she felt twinges of an exciting passion grip her cunt. Her belly was churning and she could feel her blood pounding herd in her temples. Her throat was dry, and she could hear her voice cracking as she spoke.

"Yes, Miss Ramsey, of course," he said. His dark eyes and that shy, almost saintly, look about him made Marlene quiver with anticipation. She figured he had never seen a cunt in his life before – maybe not even a tit, to say nothing of being fucked! She was sure he was a virgin, if that was what you call a boy who'd never felt the hot thrill of dipping his prick into a hot cunt.

She thought it strange that no girl had made a play for him in school, but she realized that it was probably just his shyness that kept him from dating. He certainly was handsome enough, and built well, that was for sure.

Marlene passed the photos to Brian, and he gasped aloud. He couldn't take his eyes from than, however, and Marlene waited while he shuffled through the whole pile.

They were nude pictures of Marlene when she was only nineteen, still going with the young guy who had finally jilted her and condemned her to so many years of chastity and frustration.

"Gosh, Miss Ramsey! Why are you showing me these?" Brian stammered. "Are these really you?"

"They certainly are," she said huskily, her eyelids half closed, her face so close to Brian that she could almost stick out her tongue and lick his ear.

"And I'd like you to take some more of me, just like that, only more provocative. Do you think you could do that? Have you ever seen a naked woman before?"

She could barely catch her breath by now. She was panting heavily, her big tits rising and falling in obvious anxiety and need. She wanted to reach down and grab Brian's hard cock – which was bulging and pounding between his legs – but she held off until she was sure she had him where she wanted him. She had to make sure he wouldn't back out before she had him so hot that he couldn't do anything but fuck her.

"Gee, I… I don't know, Miss Ramsey," he stammered. "I could get in a lot of trouble if anybody found out."

"No one is going to find out. And besides, I'd get in a lot more trouble than you. How about it?" With that, she started to unbutton her blouse. Her tits were sticking out, rubbing against Brian's arm.

His cock was pounding so hard that he thought he'd shoot his cum right in his pants. He'd never come any other way than jerking off, and he had a feeling he might be in for something new this afternoon.

His heart was pounding like crazy, and he stared openly at her big tits as she slowly opened the blouse, button by button.

"I guess it would be okay, if you say so," he said softly, his words almost catching in his throat.

He was very excited, but no more so than Marlene. She was burning up with passion, impatient to get her clothes off, and Brian's, too, and then suck that sweet, hard young cock of his.

Then she had the blouse off and her big tits confined in tightly packed bra, were rubbing right up against Brian's chest. He stood against the sink, his hands behind him, braced against the sink's edge. There was a look of fright, and yet lustful desire, in his eyes. His mouth hung open and his breathing was growing faster and faster.