Elizabeth Watson: Revenge on teacher

Jeannette, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his saying, "Better stop, or I'm going to cum." She merely sucked harder. She wanted to taste his sperm; she wanted the boiling eruption in her mouth! Yet..? What would he think about her? Reluctantly, she unfastened her lips from around his desire-throbbing cock. When she looked up at him, Jules seemed twenty feet tall – staring down at her as though his head were somewhere near the ceiling. He was breathing rapidly, and she could see his stomach muscles quivering as he fought for control. She swallowed and forced herself to say, "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"

Jules fought a battle within himself. Yes, he wanted to cum in that wonderful mouth, but… at the same time… he wanted to fuck her. Maybe, if she were willing later tonight, they'd get around to other ways. Right now, though, there was one thing he wanted more than any other.

"I want to fuck you," he said firmly. "Fuck your tight little cunt!"

"Oh, my darling… Yes! Then do it now…" Jeannette was amazed that the term of endearment was coming from her lips. She abruptly realized there was an unfulfilled feeling down in her heatedly pulsating vagina; that the feeling of hunger rapidly swept away all other desire. She wanted him inside her; she wanted him to be a part of her – and her to be a part of him. Joined in fucking. "Now… do it… now… Fuck me, Jules," she repeated, and opened her legs wide to receive him.

Jules put his hands beneath her knees and pushed them back until they were against the pillow. Her tight defenseless pussy was revealed beneath him; the outer lips a darker than normal color from her intense excitement, the inner lips pumping out a viscous lubricant, and the little glistening clitoris engorged with blood and ready… ready… ready…

Jules put the mushroomed head of his massively throbbing cock against the parted and ready lips of her moistened vagina. He pushed forward, and the beating head parted the sparse wet curls of pubic hair and slipped easily down through the two sets of tightly clasping cuntal lips.

"Oooooooohhhhh," she crooned, and her eyelids flickered in rapture.

"You like that?" he asked, not really needing assurance, but wanting to hear her say it.

"Oh God… yes… It's beautiful."

Jules pushed in a bit further; he knew he had to take this in easy stages for the position was one which would permit him to go at least two inches deeper into her. Too rapid an entry would result in pain or injury. When he had gotten about three inches inside her, he began slow withdrawal movements coupled with tiny, controlled jerking of his cock. He felt a responding twitch from her warmly surrounding vaginal walls.

"Ahhhhhhh…" she panted, and tried to rock back and forth on the hardened spear stuck up between her thighs.

Jeannette could feel his scrotum teasingly brush against her naked, uplifted buttocks, and she reached down and around to fondle his balls with a fevered joyousness. Jules began moving in and out, and she was sure she had taken all he had. She could feel the insistent head of his maledom pressing against the cervix, knocking at the door to her womb. The shaft – like hard iron and soft feather – rubbed the sensitive inside of her vagina.

"Oooooooohhhhhhh," she wailed, for now he was going deeper. "You're hurting…" she began, but then she felt his pubic hair tickling the backs of her thighs and knew that he was in as far as he could go. Joyously, she realized she had taken all of him; they were a perfect fit!

Now his movements became masterful; she could feel him in complete command of the situation, and so she lay there eagerly grinding her buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, as he pounded in and out of her quivering young body.

Her entire belly was afire as her mind screamed out its insane delight. Nothing had ever been so wonderful, so wild and free. She knew she had become a woman! She was really being fucked and she was responding as a woman – a hot, tempestuous woman, full of fire for the man she loved! She didn't even wonder about her use of the alien phrase "the man she loved".

Jules was aware that she was approaching another explosive orgasm. Her voluptuous body was fighting… him down there; it was as if he had hooked into a mighty game fish that was attempting to dislodge the hook. Her pelvis jerked and revolved madly, but there wasn't much she could do because of the position. It was then that Jules decided to hold back his own climax and see just how much he could do for her.

He clamped down on his sphincter muscles and began pounding into her with a demonic fury, screwing his long hard cock even harder and deeper into her wantonly writhing cunt until it seemed her battered cervix would be dislodged. Her hot passageways screamed for more, and the powerful interior muscles of her vagina clasped his pounding shaft like the tentacles of a starving octopus. Her anus clenched and unclenched as though it wanted to bite his sperm bloated balls as they slapped down in a ceaseless drumbeat of heavy lust against her upturned buttocks.

Jeannette tossed her head from side to side, her mouth laxly open and her eyes focused in disbelief at her own knees rocking above her head. "Ohhhhh… ohhhhh," she said, with each shove of his thickly pounding cock into her. It was a chant, a liturgy of love, a song whose tempo speeded up as she felt her body taking over. "Ohhhh… oooohhhh… oooohhhh… Ahhhh?"

Suddenly, Jeannette punched her pelvis up with almost super-human strength, and her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she was splitting herself right down the middle. The scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth. "I'm cumming… AaaaaaaIIIIIIIIeeeeeeee… Yes, cummmmmiiinnnnng darling!" She abandonedly grovelled beneath him, and her fingernails dug long bloody furrows down his back. Then she fell back lifeless on the mattress.

Jules slowed his pace to the point where he merely bobbed in and out of her like the soft surging of the tide. He knew he could bring her on again by continuing this gentle movement, and so he bided his time. A slow movement in, gentle partial withdrawal, slow in, pull out… slow in… pull out…

From somewhere way out beyond the furthermost planet of her emotional solar system, Jeannette's errant mind began returning to her body. The wild storm that had arced through the heavens of her nerves had moved on; now there was only the sensual, almost hypnotic movement in and out of her grateful vagina.

Jules was aware of the returning sensations in her young body. Knowing she would soon be cramped by her present position, he released her captive legs and pulled them down alongside her hips. She immediately lifted her knees and wrapped her long tapered legs around his thighs. Her knees pressed in tightly against and partially around his buttocks.

She was groaning – not a sound of pain, but of guttural wonderment – and the sound spewed from her throat. The sexually delirious teacher couldn't believe what was happening to her; she had reached some beautifully high, wind-swept plateau – a land of pure sensation! She was cumming again. She reached up for his head and pulled his face down to her. Passionately, she kissed him, grinding her tongue into his mouth… and then she whispered, "I'm cumming."

This time her climax was different – just as powerful and strong, but more controlled. She found she could manage it – bring it along – play it and make it peak like a musical piece. But, only seconds later, she discovered that in reality his hotly moving cock was the baton – that he was conducting the symphony of sensation – and she was only a player following directions.

"Oooooooh, God, ooooooooh, God! So wonderful so gooooooood!" she sang, feeling unwanted tears welling up in her eyes. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, and pulled his hairy chest down into the softly throbbing pillows of her ripe breasts. She discovered that pulling him down against her this way caused his penis to ride higher against her clitoris… and a wild wantoness was on her again… "I'm cumming… again…" she whimpered, and her body thrashed under him.