Steve Golden - Teacher with spunk

"Mmmmmff!" he mumbled. He was smothered with tit-flesh. He could barely breathe between the bouncing tits.

Her cuntlips sucked up and down the length of his prick. They bathed the shaft in heavy grease and made it shine. Her clit was twisted this way and that as she pumped up and down. It was trapped against the front of his cock and bumped again and again by the thick blue veins. Already Paula could feel her climax building.

"I think I'm going to cum all over your big cock," she muttered, running her fingers through his hair. "You're going to make me gush, you horny sonovabitch."

"Mmmmmff…" Chet mumbled.

Up and down she bounced, drilling herself again and again on his cock. She was amazed that she was going to cum so soon. Maybe the strangeness of the situation was having an effect on her. She hugged his head between her tits, mashing the mounds against his mouth and cheeks. The sweet feelings grew stronger between her legs.

"Cumming, baby! Cumming hard on your cock!" she moaned. She squeezed her cuntlips hard around his throbbing prick.

She began gasping loudly. Her movements weren't sure and steady any longer. She bucked to the left and then to the right. She heaved back and then leaned hard against him. Once or twice she stopped altogether with his prick buried to the hilt up her pussy. Then she just sat there quivering in his lap. When she began moving again, her motions were still wild.

"Fuck me with your big cock! Spike me with your hard-on!" she howled. "So good! So fucking good!"

On and on she rayed, her body shuddering on top of him. She came hard, her cunt gushing all kinds of slime onto his prick. Her ass chugged up and down. Her garters stretched and then loosened against her thighs. She pressed her tits so hard onto his face that he was forced to back off from her.

"I'm going to cum too, bitch! I'm going to spurt up your hot sucking cunt!" he groaned.

His face was flushed and excited. He glared up at her with a wild light in his eyes. He gripped her round her waist again and watched her loosened tits wobble and dance in front of him. The huge mounds were wet and slimy from all his slurping.

He wasn't sure that she heard what he said. She was obviously still cumming. Her face was glazed with pleasure. She continued to bounce up and down on top of him, her cunt making lewd squelching sounds around his cock.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard, you sonovabitch!" she chanted over and over again. "Cumming so good! Cumming so nice!"

Up until now he'd sat there quite still while she rode up and down on him. But now he began to knife his cock upwards into her cunt. His ass flexed on the car seat and he lunged his prick deep, folding the lips of her cunt in on themselves. His balls trembled between his thighs.

"Cumming, teach! Cumming up your hot cunt!" he howled. He buried his prick inside her one more time.

He squirted a monster wad of spunk up her cunt. And another. And another. His cock twitched inside her, firing off string after string of gooey jizz. She seemed to realize what was happening all at once. Her eyes focused and stared into his face. Then quickly she lifted up off him. His prick slipped from her cunt and she gripped it in her hand.

She squeezed it tight, milking it in her fist. And the two of them watched as a long jet of spunk spurted up her belly and between her tits. She tugged on the cock as if she wanted to pull it up by the roots. And another milky jet of cum shot free.

"Yes! Spurt it! Oh yes!" she cooed, watching his jism dribble down over her fingers. "Shoot out all your lovely cock-cream!"

He gazed down at his gushing cock. He watched it spurt out one last jet of cum onto her white stocking. Then his ass settled down into the car seat and he sat there all limp. His prick wilted in her fist, the dregs of his cum still pouring out over her fingers.

"So sticky," she smiled. And she raised up her ass and watched as glob after glob of warm spunk drooled from her open cunt.

Hal figured it was about time be had a little talk with Gerald. He'd had sex with the guy's wife twice now, after all. He wanted to find out what Gerald thought of the situation. He was sure Gerald approved. That had been obvious from the night of their dinner together. But still he wanted to discuss it. He wanted to keep Gerald up to date on what was happening.

Gerald was difficult to track down though. Three times when Hal went down to his office he was told by Trish the secretary that the vice-principal had a class. Or that he was busy elsewhere. The gorgeous young secretary smiled at him and asked if there was anything she could do. Hal thanked her and said no. But he was beginning to wonder.

It was obvious the slutty young secretary was coming on to him. And he was sorely tempted. But he had a pretty strong notion that Gerald was fucking her himself. She was probably the reason for Gerald's recent weird behavior. Did he want to steal his old friend's secretary as well as his wife? Why not? The young cunt was obviously fair game.

On his fourth visit to the office Gerald was out yet again. Trish was packing up her belongings, preparing to go home. But when she saw Hal she paused. She smiled at him and perched on the edge of her desk. Through the slit in the side of her skin he could see the top of her stocking and an elastic garter stretched down her thigh.

"Mr. Hale is out again, I'm afraid," she said. "I'm beginning to think he's avoiding me as well as you. Is there anything I can do for you?"

There it was again. The wide smile, the open invitation. This time. Hal couldn't resist. He glanced at her slender legs encased in the black stockings, and at her tits bulging out the front of her blouse. Why should he turn such an offer down? If Gerald was so careless with the women in his life, he deserved to have them fucked behind his back.

He offered to drive Trish home, though his classes weren't finished for the day. He had another in an hour and a quarter. She accepted gracefully, squeezing his arm as they left the office. In the car she crossed her legs and let her skirt ride up her thigh. Again he could see the top of her stacking hitched to a black garter belt.

"Do you always wear a garter belt and stockings to school?" he teased. "Aren't they just a bit too erotic?"

"I like wearing such things," she said. "They make me feel hot and sexy. Especially when I don't wear any panties with them. See?"

She turned partway to him in her seat and uncrossed her legs. She spread her thighs and raised her skirt slightly. He had a perfect view of her reddish-blonde cunt. The bitch really wasn't wearing any panties.

"You're one hot little cunt, aren't you?" he smiled. "Does your boss Mr. Hale know you come to work without panties?"

Trish blushed. And suddenly Hal knew for sure that this was the little bimbo that Gerald was fucking behind his wife's back. The guy had to be crazy. Paula was a smart and beautiful lady. This little slut had the body and the face all right. But she was so cheap and easy. She would probably fuck anyone at the drop of a hat. It was hard to figure.

They didn't speak again until Trish had to give him directions. They parked, and without being asked, Hal escorted her up to her apartment. She didn't object. She knew as well as he what was going to happen. She just smiled slightly as he strode ahead of her into the living room. He sank down into the couch and watched her hang her coat in the closet.

"Why don't you take off the rest of your clothes?" he suggested, his eyes roaming up and down her stacked young body. "I want to see more of that cunt. And I want to see those big bouncing tits as well."

"Okay." She smiled as if she were used to being asked such things as soon as she got a man over to her place. "But wouldn't you rather come into the bedroom?"