Steve Golden - Teacher with spunk

She finally had to quit moving her mouth up and down on him. She was coughing, gagging, as the gross jets of jism shot into her throat. Her head reared back. His spurting cock slipped from between her lips and throbbed against her chin. Her fist still jacked it up and down gamely.

A jet of cum two feet long spurted up the left side of her face. It crossed her cheek and forehead and looped into her hair. A thick slug of it splattered the left lens of her glasses and hung there like silver paste.

She was angling his cock to the other side of her face, still tugging it harshly. And another long streamer of spunk fired up along the right side of her nose. This did exactly the same thing, soiling her cheek, her forehead, and the lens of her glasses before hitching itself into her hair.

Meanwhile thick slugs of silver cum were overflowing her lips and pouring down her chin. They hung off her jaw in short elastic strands before snapping and soiling her dress. Her tongue was buried under a blanket of white spunk. A thick rope of cum hung from her teeth.

One more jet of cum shot from his cock. This one fountained up the center of her face over the bridge of her nose. It curled to the left and dribbled over her eyebrow. Then it dribbled and drooled into the socket of her eye. His cock was empty at last. It oozed in her fist like a thick piece of hose.

She pumped it still, as if expecting more cum. When none appeared she stuffed it back in her mouth and sucked it some more. She had recovered from her short coughing fit. But jism still drooled from between her lips.

"You're all splattered with cum! Your face is draped with warm spunk!" he groaned as if he couldn't believe it.

"Mmmmm! Mmmm!" she moaned, obviously not minding one bit.

She let his cock slip from her mouth and grinned up at him. Then she used his prick to rub his cum all over her lovely face.

That afternoon Paula was visited in her classroom by Hal Jenkins. She was all alone at her desk. Her students were gone for the day. She flushed deeply as soon as she saw him, and tried to appear busy with the papers in front of her. He closed the door behind him and calmly strode up to her.

"Hal! How nice to see you," she said. "How did your first day of classes go?"

She tried to sound as cheerful and businesslike as possible. But she was actually very nervous. All day long she'd been wondering how she would react when she saw him. Now she knew. She was self-conscious and tense. And what was worse, she was excited.

"I didn't come here to talk about my classes," he said. "I came here to talk about us. I've been thinking about you all day. I can't get you out of my head."

She blushed, "You mustn't think of me at all. What happened between us last night, it was crazy. It was just one of those things. We both probably had too much wine. It can't happen again."

"Why not?" He grinned. "I want it to. Your husband wants it to. And I think you want it to as well."

He had moved, round the desk to stand in front of her. He was close enough to touch her, but he didn't for now. He simply stared down at her. Her fingers were clutching tightly to her pen but she wasn't writing anything.

"You're wrong about all that," she said. "I don't want anything more to happen between us. And I'm sure Gerald doesn't either. You're imagining things."

He reached out to touch her shoulder and Paula felt like an electric shock was running through her. She squirmed up from her chair and began gathering up text books from the corner of her desk. She made a pile of them, clutched them to her chest, and then made for a walk-in storage closet at the front of the room.

He followed her. He actually held the door of the closet open for her and then slid in behind her. He clicked the door shut and gripped her around her waist. Paula shuddered and the pile of books went clattering to the floor.

"Hal, please! Leave me alone!" she groaned. "I'm a happily married woman! I'm not interested in casual sex!"

"You're a liar. You're desperately interested. And your marriage hasn't been happy for a while, I bet. Why are you fighting it?"

Paula was trapped. The room was small and cramped and there was no way for her to escape. He was pressing his body against her and she was forced to reach out and grip the shelves in front of her. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock through his pants. It was jammed tight between her asscheeks.

"Please, Hal! Don't!" she begged. She tried to heave her body forward and away from him.

His hands moved from her hips around onto her belly. Then they slid higher, till they were cupping her big tits. He squeezed the heavy mounds through her blouse. He rolled them around and around on her chest. His crotch stayed firmly locked against her ass.

"I can't get these tits out of my mind," he gasped into her ear. "I keep seeing them naked and dripping with my cum."

"Don't talk like that. Forget it ever happened," she moaned. "Let me go now please, before someone comes by and we both lose our jobs."

She tried to wriggle away from him but it was impossible. He had her trapped against the shelves of the closet. His fingers were working at the buttons of her blouse and in seconds he had it open. Her big tits could be seen oozing over the cups of a lacy white bra.

He tugged at the flimsy harness, and suddenly both her tits had wobbled free. They were dangling there, and he took them into his hands again and massaged them. He dug his fingers into the firm flesh and tweaked the dark-brown nipples.

"Ohhhh, God! Oh please no!" she whimpered. Her hands clung tight to the shelves in front of her for support.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" he wheezed. "You love having your big tits mauled. Admit it."

Her tits were so huge they overflowed his fingers. The nipples were growing hard and long as he teased them. Sparks of pleasure were shooting through Paula, but she wasn't about to admit it. She continued to moan and struggle. She tried to pull her ass away from the hot bulk of his cock.

"You're a real bastard, you know that?" she grunted. "You're supposed to be Gerald's friend, and here you are molesting his wife."

"It's what he wants, baby. I'm only doing what old Gerald wants," he gasped. "And you can bet your ass he's fucking around behind your back. Why else would he encourage us the way he did last night?"

A shudder went through Paula. This was probably true, she thought. Why else would Gerald have behaved so strangely last evening? It had baffled her at the time, but now it began to make sense. Gerald was probably fooling around on her. If he knew she was fucking around with Hal, he would be feel free to do as he liked.

"Oh my God!" she groaned. "Oh my! Oh my!"

Hal's hands had left her tits. He was running them up her legs, raising her skirt at the same time. His fingers scraped up over the nylon of her stockings and then along the taut elastic of her garters. He bunched her skirt up over the small of her back and quickly drew down her whispy panties.

"No, Hal. Please, no," she groaned. But she wasn't really resisting any longer. She had stopped wriggling and was simply bracing herself against the bookshelves.

He knelt behind her and untangled her panties from around her feet. Then he forced her legs apart and gazed at the spilt cheeks of her ass. The buns were trim and perfectly shaped. He gripped them and pried them apart, then sank his mouth between them and licked her asshole. He felt her quiver as his tongue poked at the tight puckered ring.

"Oh God, Hal. No," she whimpered. "That's so dirty! You're making me feel so ashamed!"

"Never feel ashamed where sex is concerned, baby," he hissed, scraping his tongue up and down between the cheeks of her ass. "Just enjoy it. There's nothing to feel ashamed of."