Carl Ross - The horny teacher

Marlene Ramsey, the high school English teacher at Bramanville Central School, was thirty-five, gorgeous and horny as hell. She had not been fucked in fourteen years.

She was twenty-one when she was jilted by the only guy she'd ever loved. He had broken the engagement and moved to New York City. Marlene became afraid of men after that, and never trusted a guy enough to let him shove his cock up into her hot cunt.

And she did definitely have a hot cunt. Sometimes she ached with the need to feel a stiff, big prick being rammed into her cunt, over and over. But she was afraid that every guy would toss her aside sooner or later, and she didn't want to be hurt again.

Lots of guys had tried, that was for sure. But they all went away without dipping their cocks into that nice wet cunt of hers. It was a frustrating experience. People began to think that Marlene Ramsey might be a lesbian.

They couldn't figure it out. She was a stunning woman with lustrous light-brown hair, cut short around her face. She could easily win a beauty contest. In fact, she had. Marlene had been named Miss Syracuse when she was in college.

Her body was fantastic, almost as good as some of the young beauties in her classes who were nearly twenty years younger. She had thirty-six-inch tits, a nice, flat narrow waist, and softly curving hips that tapered down into a pair of beautiful legs… the kind that men like to feel wrapped tight around their backs.

She had soft brown eyes that could give a guy a hard cock with a mere glance. Her skin was creamy and smooth, with just a hint of rosiness in her cheeks. Her high cheekbones gave her a look something like Katherine Hepburn, only a lot younger, of course. It was a sexy, chanting kind of beauty that Marlene Ramsey had – the kind a lot of guys would have given their right arm to capture.

In fact, it took an assistant football coach, Bob Parsons, to finally break the ice and get her to spread her cuntlips, and let him fuck hell out of her.

He finally had to blackmail Marlene – or at least threaten to – in order to fuck her. He had tried everything else, so he figured it was worth a try. After all, a cunt like hers was worth anything, if she would just lay down and take his hard cock willingly.

One night after school, Marlene was sitting at her desk in an empty classroom, correcting test papers. The football team was not practicing because the season had just ended, and Bramanville Central was not in the playoffs.

Bob Parsons suddenly appeared in the doorway of Marlene's room. He was a handsome guy, nearly six-foot-three, with broad shoulders and short blond hair. He had sparkling blue eyes that captivated most women, but not Marlene – not yet, anyway.

He was thirty-two, married and with two kids, but never could get enough fucking.

He'd been the big man on campus in college, with girls ready to suck or fuck him at the drop of a hat. He missed that as he grew older, and was always trying to find a piece of ass. He had a reputation for being one of the biggest cocksmen in town.

And he was big, too – that was for sure. Even Marlene, who never got into conversations with other women about the size of men's cocks, had not been able to help overhearing younger teachers in the lounge talk about how big Bob's prick was. They'd brag about sucking him off or fucking him all weekend, or something of that sort.

She couldn't deny that her cunt would get wet when she heard such stories, or that she didn't feel hot sensations rippling through her tits and all over her body. She had feelings just like other women, especially when it came to fucking and sucking.

Marlene had certainly gotten her share of hard cock when she was younger. When she was in college, she must have fucked at least two dozen guys before she'd graduated. And she'd gotten her share of cunt licking and sucking cock too. She often let her mind drift back to the days when hot young studs in her college class had relished eating her cunt out… and how much she'd loved to feel their hot tongues wriggling inside her cunt.

But after she lost the man of her dreams, all that had ended – forever, she thought.

But Bob Parsons was determined to change all that. He made fucking Marlene a personal challenge.

"Working late?" Bob said, approaching Marlene's desk. "You must love your work."

"It's all I have," Marlene answered, smiling. "There's no reason to go home. Nothing there except four walls. Might as well finish this up here."

"You know you don't have to go home alone. I've told you that," Bob said. "It might do you good to take a friend home sometime… especially me!"

"Ohh, Bob, we've been all through that before. I'm sorry, I'm just not interested. I put men behind me fourteen years ago, as I've told you so many times."

But this time Bob was determined. He'd come prepared to talk her into fucking or else make it so unpleasant for her that she'd just have to take on his cock to get rid of him.

"Well, I hate to say it, Marlene, but I'm afraid if you don't invite me over to your place tonight, and let me give you a fucking that you've needed for much too long, I'll have to report you to Mr. Bascomb," Bob said.

He stared straight into her eyes as she gasped and started to become flustered.

"Whatever do you mean? What could you possibly report about me to the principal?"

"Well," Bob went on. "You remember Jimmy Peterson? The big kid on the football team, whose family just moved to Texas?"

Marlene nodded. The boy had been in one of her classes.

"I didn't say anything about it at the time, because I didn't want anything to happen to your reputation," Bob said. "But Jimmy told me all about the times you used to meet him over at the motel outside Middletown, and suck his cock all Sunday afternoon and evening. He said you could swallow more cum than any two girls he'd ever been sucked off by! And he said you loved to have him fuck you with that big, hard prick of his."

Marlene was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She stared at him wide-eyed, her hand over her mouth, her breathing short. Finally she regained enough of her composure to reply.

"I've never sucked Jimmy Peterson! I never fucked him! I never went to bed with him or anybody else in this town! It's all a bunch of dirty lies!"

"Well, I'm afraid it's your word against his, and you know old Henry Bascomb. If there's a shred of scandal about any of his teachers, especially about fucking a student, you could be out of a job in one day. I'd hate to have to report you, Marlene, but you don't seem to give me much alternative. Sure you don't want me to come over to your place and show you what you've been missing by not fucking?"

Marlene was so shocked that she couldn't think. She knew Mr. Bascomb would never take her word. He always seemed to revel in any kind of scandal, especially something involving fucking with a student. Two male teachers had been fired a couple of years ago for fucking a couple of cheerleaders after a basketball game.

"But I didn't do it, Bob!" Marlene cried. "You wouldn't put me through that. It would ruin me. I never fucked a student, and I never would!"

Bob just smiled at her. He didn't have to say a word. He knew he had her in the palm of his hand. She began to cry. Her lips quivered, and he almost felt sorry for her – but not enough to forget what a good fuck she was going to be, once she got over the shock of his threat.

Finally, she began to calm down. She dried her eyes and took a deep breath. "All right," she said, staring down at the floor. "I'll fuck you. I'll suck you. You can eat my cunt. You can fuck me in the ass. I'll lick out your asshole. You name it. I'm ready."

Bob felt his cock getting harder by the second. It bulged inside of his pants and threatened to bust a hole in his shorts. His heart was pounding like mad.