Nick Eastwood - She seduced her teachers

But she forgot about her friends and everything else as Miller fucked her faster and faster. She was conscious only of the mounting excitement in her crammed cunt. His stiff shaft rubbed hard over her clit, giving her hot buzzes of sensation.

"Ooooh, fuck! I love it!" she gurgled. "I just love to fuck!"

Miller was glad he'd come once already, otherwise he wouldn't have lasted this long. Shelly's tiny near-virgin cunt was incredibly tight around his meat, yet slick and juicy. Her twat was throbbing, tugging and squeezing around his prick.

That was exciting enough, but her whole body was in on the action, too. She writhed and bucked and wriggled, and she moaned and sobbed. She was creaming helplessly, soaking his meat with flood after flood of red-hot liquid.

"Faster," she panted, "harder!"

"Honey, you're sure you can take it?" he rasped.

"Oh, yes, do it to me!" Shelly wailed. "Fuck me as hard as you can!"

She was wriggling so hard, he could hardly keep his cock in her. He shoved his hands under her churning little ass and gripped it firmly. Holding her writhing body in place, he began to hammer his prick into her, not holding back any more. Shelly threw back her head and wailed.

"Ahhhh, yeah, that's it!" she screamed. "Really give it to me, Mr. Miller – yeah!"

Snorting with insane arousal, Miller fucked into her like a pile driver. Shelly wasn't scared, not any more. She knew her greedy little cunt could expand to take his massive cock, no matter how hard he fucked her. And the harder he did it to her, the more she loved it.

"Ooooh, shit! Unnnggghhh!" she wailed.

She arched her body even higher, taking his plunging prick into her molten depths. She creamed in relentless floods, soaking his meat and drenching her thighs. Closing her eyes tightly, she felt herself soaring helplessly towards orgasm.

"Fuck me, fuck meeee?" she babbled.

Their bodies slapped together loudly, and his big cock was making a lewd sucking noise as it reamed the thick hot cream from her tiny cunt. All those sounds turned Shelly on like mad. She loved his ragged lusty breathing, and she responded with squeals and moans of bliss.

"Unnnhhh, Mr. Miller! Let's never stop fucking?" she moaned.

Miller liked that idea, but it wasn't very practical. His lust was at the boiling point, his cock ready to explode. Shelly's tiny teenage cunt was vise-tight around his meat, searing hot, and nipping hungrily. He felt ready to come like a bomb.

Growling, he firmed his grip on her wriggling little ass and rocketed out of control, fucking her with all his force and speed at his command.

She wailed in ecstasy and jerked her hips to his rhythm.

"Oh, shit, yeah, I'm gonna come!" she moaned.

It happened just a second later. Shelly felt a gigantic burst of pleasure in the molten depths of her cunt, and then the blast shook her whole body. Her cunt went into spasms around Miller's cock, sucking and clamping.

"Oooo, teacher, whaahh," she screamed. "Awwww, shit, fuck, awwww!" Miller bellowed.

Shelly took her first load of come. It boiled into her womb, flooded her cunt, and gushed down her thighs. It seemed to make her own violent climax even more intense. She sobbed in ecstasy as Miller emptied his load into her.

She was still gurgling with the delicious aftershocks of her come, when Miller jumped off her, blushing hard.

"Shelly, I must have been out of my mind to do that," he said nervously. "Please, don't ever tell, or I'll lose my job."

"Okay, Mr. Miller," Shelly said calmly.

She couldn't understand what he was so uptight about. They'd just had a terrific fuck, and he ought to be feeling as good as she was. But then she'd never figured out grownups.

Shelly wandered back to the dorms, arriving just in time for dinner. She was hungry as a bear after the delicious workout Mr. Miller had given her. She was also bursting with the urge to tell about her adventures.

But she'd promised Mr. Miller not to tell. Damn! She longed to tell the whole story to her pals. Now she knew how big a cock was, and she knew what fucking was like. She could answer all the questions the girls had.

It wasn't easy, but she forced herself to keep quiet. Then when she woke up the next morning, she had another problem. Her pussy was on fire with need. She must have had a sexy dream, because she was writhing with lust.

It would be late afternoon before she could see Mr. Miller again, and she had a hunch he wouldn't be so easy to seduce this time. The guy was really nervous about being caught. So she started thinking about what other teachers she could make out with.

One name came to her mind right away – Roger Gates. He was the English teacher, a very attractive man in his late thirties. Lots of girls had a letch for him. But Mr. Gates was always cool, dignified, and distant with the students.

Well, Shelly liked a challenge. She decided to have a go at him. English was her second period class. As Mr. Gates was giving one of his usual dry lectures, Shelly thought up a plan for getting him alone somewhere. She stayed behind at the end of the period.

"Mr. Gates, can I please talk to you?" she asked.

"May I," he corrected.

"Okay, may I?" Shelly said impatiently.

"Certainly, Shelly," he said. "What is it?"

"I just can't find a subject for my term paper," Shelly said. "I was wondering if I could have a conference with you and tell you some of my ideas."

"All right, I'll schedule you for my office hours," he said, getting out an appointment book. "Next week sometime?"

Shelly was almost squirming with horniness. She sure as hell couldn't wait till next week.

"This is really urgent, Mr. Gates," she said. "I have to choose a subject and get started. Could I see you this afternoon?"

Gates sighed. "Well, I was planning on playing tennis," he said, "but it is that urgent, I'll see you at three-thirty."

"Great, Mr. Gates!" Shelly beamed. She was at his office even before three-thirty. She didn't have any time to waste. Gates showed up after his last class and ushered her into the small book-lined office. Shelly noted that there was a leather couch. She hoped they'd be using it soon.

"Now, what are you ideas for the term paper, Shelly?" Gates asked.

He'd sat down on the couch, so Shelly just plunked herself down next to him. He looked a little surprised, but she didn't give him time to object. She scooted as close as she could and thrust out her chest, hoping he'd be turned on by her ripe tits.

"Well, I have several subjects in mind," Shelly said, "but what I really want to write about is sex."

His mouth dropped open. "Excuse me?"

"Sex," Shelly said. "I mean, what's more important in literature? People are always writing about it. In all the books we've read this semester, sex is really important."

Mr. Gates was actually smiling, something he didn't do very often.

"You're right, Shelly," he said. "Sex makes the world go around, both in real life and in books. But if you wrote a term paper about sex, you'd be kicked out of St. Hilda's. You know what this school is like."

"Yes, and it's just silly," Shelly pouted. "I don't know why everybody has to be so uptight about sex. I'm sure not. Just watch."

She stood up and took off her clothes.

Gates' mouth opened wider and wider. His eyes were about to pop. He was so surprised, he couldn't even speak as he watched the cute blond teenager stripping naked in front of him. But unlike Mr. Miller, he didn't blush.

"See?" Shelly chirped. "I'm not uptight about sex at all."

Gates cleared his throat. "I can see that," he said dryly, "and I can also see that you didn't come here to discuss your term paper. So what's going on, Shelly? Is this some kind of practical joke? Did you make a bet with your friends?"