Elizabeth Watson: Revenge on teacher

Jules fucked her as if she would be the last fuck ever! He pounded into her, pinning the thrashing body to the bed, his breath coming in short hot gasps. The bitch continued to cum… she wouldn't stop. Her orgasm had been going on for at least a minute and still she thrashed and screamed. He dug deeper into the wetly quivering slit between her widespread legs, stretching it even wider. Then he was cumming! He felt the tortured pressure within his scrotum suddenly blow up and his seminal juices and cum roared down the subterranean tunnel of his cock to explode like a roman candle deep up into her wildly heaving belly. He fell forward against her breasts with an incredible feeling of delight and sensuality sweeping over him in a seismic wave of all consuming pleasure.

Jeannette felt the boiling white sperm pumping into her, and she worked vaginal muscles she had never known existed before to milk his penis in a desperate effort to consume every bit of every spurt. Her own orgasms were fading now, but her belly muscles still rippled and jumped from the unaccustomed delight and exertion.

The young teacher could hardly believe what was happening to her as she felt his sperm pump into her willing body, she had never felt this way with Dennis, never, it had all been over too quickly for her to climax and she had never understood the joys of sexual sharing. She had heard that it was terrific from other women but she herself had never known such bliss before, she felt as if she were flying through the air and almost as if she were the Goddess Diana herself riding her chariot for the Sun God.

Suddenly she realized that she had wasted years of her life being sexually frigid and it had taken this man to unleash her passion. She knew now that she was a woman, a real woman and that she had triumphed at long last, she would never deny herself this pleasure again.

Jeannette Delaney finally admitted to herself that she was an extreme romantic; after only having made love with Jules Frank once, she was already imagining being married to him, bearing his children, watching them grow old together. She knew that it was probably really foolish, that Jules didn't have any such thing in his mind but she couldn't help it, try as she may, her mind kept running around and around in circles and basically she realized that she was a one-man woman. Besides, Jules was such a fantastic lover, it was hard for her not to want to hold on to him, she could never imagine walking out of his door, not after the terrific fuck he had given her the previous evening.

She waited for him now, draped in a slinky old red silk velvet dress that she had inherited from her grandmother, one which was rather frumpy when her grandmother wore it but one which was extremely sexy on her now that she had altered it a little. She had had it in her closet for years and until today hadn't even thought to wear it or alter it, Jules however had been in her thoughts all day long and the idea of appearing slinky and sexy for him that evening occupied her mind most of the day.

She wanted to evoke him, to be the siren in his life and she wanted to make quite sure that he was a regular part of her existence, surely he wouldn't be able to resist her dressed this way!

She heard the doorbell ring and her heart quickened, running to the door she threw it open to be drawn up into his arms quickly and smothered with passionate kisses.

"Oh baby," he groaned, "I've been thinking about you all day long, I played a terrible game of soccer, I just couldn't get you out of my mind."

Jeannette laughed, delighted to hear that he was as much drawn to her as she was to him, it certainly made things easier, she couldn't bear the thought of not being able to make love with him.

"I've been thinking about you too," grinned Jeannette lewdly, feeling Jules' cock grinding into her near-naked body.

"Baby, let's fuck, I can't wait," Jules groaned, lifting the willing woman up off her feet and carrying her immediately into the bedroom.

Jeannette looked up at her lover from bed, feeling a great wave of tenderness well up within her as she gazed up at him, his broad shoulders, his craggy handsome face… and the beautiful penis she knew was buried beneath his pants, she loved all of him!

She wanted that penis. She wanted to kiss it – to pay homage to it. Never before had she desired the taste of one, but then never before had one brought her such sweet rapture.

"Darling I want you," she purred seductively, slipping her dress off her shoulders to reveal her tautly upthrust breasts, her ruby-red nipples springing to immediate hardness.

"Mmmmmmmm," groaned Jules drinking in her sensual beauty as he began to unbutton his shirt and then unzip his pants, pulling them off his body at the same time as he pulled his jockey shorts, revealing his hardened rod of flesh pulsating eagerly.

Jeannette stared now at Jules' cock. Oh God! It was so thickly rigid, she wanted it so badly and suddenly she knew what she really wanted more than anything else in the world, "Jules I want to kiss your penis," she moaned.

Jules' laugh rumbled out, "oh baby yes, YESSSSS," he shouted.

Slowly and seductively Jeannette reached up and touched the science master's cock, feeling every powerful ridge beneath the taut skin. Her eyes feasted hungrily upon it; she was beginning to understand many things. This, she thought, was the real staff of life. Her eyes were hazy – "smoky" – coming from the fires that were being kindled within her and the sight of the huge throbbing God's head already oozing love from the eye of the glans.

She licked her lips in anticipation, then cupped the lust-bloated sac of sperm, evaluating it. Her lips kissed the underside of the velvety moist head and Jules quivered like a powerful stallion at bay. Then her tongue lashed out, making circles around the entire head of the cock. Her own body reacted and she trembled with a suppressed power. Sighing with pleasure, she opened her mouth wide and accepted the strongly pulsing penis. She began to suck on it, gentle little milking motions that came from an instinctive knowledge older than time itself. She thrilled to the residual taste of Jules' cock like nothing had ever given her pleasure in her life before, feeling that somehow she were completing a circle of life as she took his hot, excitedly throbbing cock deep within the soft, wet folds of her cheeks.

Jules' hands dropped to Jeannette's wet hair and pulled her face even closer to him. She began running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his lust-hardened shaft and the sensations were causing great thunderheads to build up in his belly. "Suck it," he panted, "Suck it, Jeannette." He lifted his right leg and placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head. A second later, he was straddling her breasts and kneeling above her face. He began violently jerking his loins forward at her beautiful face intent in the motion of fucking.

Jeannette cupped his rock-hard buttocks in the palms of her hands. She liked him in this position; it gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that vibrantly wonderful penis. She slavered up and down, instinct telling her to use her tongue and teeth against the spongy head.

Jules slowly moved his pelvis back and forth so that her wetly ovalled lips – like the voracious lips of a hot, hairless vagina – slid along the trunk. God, he thought in wonderment, nothing had ever felt this good before! She obviously was inexperienced in this type of thing, but the maddening heat of her tightly compressed mouth and the way she used her tongue was absolutely fantastic! He'd had blow jobs before from women; some of them had been masters at it, and with them he hadn't cared enough to want to know where they had learned the art or who had taught them. With them, the act had been a grotesque parody of sexual intercourse. With this innocent young teacher, though, it was something else – something of a greater dimension. He knew he was going to cum soon, already his boiling cauldron of semen was beginning to seek avenues of escape. He put both hands on his hips and straightened his shoulders so he could look straight down into her face as he sawed in and out of her mouth. Her wetly ovalled lips contrasted with the blood-infused fleshy shaft which pumped into her. Her hungry mouth was so tight around his cock that the flesh of her sucking lips were pulled out like the hot opening of a volcanic crater – each time he made a withdrawal.