Steve Golden - Teacher with spunk

"Going to spunk up your cunt, bitch!" he grunted. "Going to spray your wet cunt with hot cum! Are you ready for it?"

There was no answer. Paula just whimpered softly. She was still cumming, her pussy spasming around his hard prick. She flicked her clit with one hand and gripped the bookshelf with the other. Streams of cunt-juice flowed down the insides of her legs.

His cock throbbed inside her and gushed out a thick stream of cum. She called out loud, as if she could feel it. He spurted again and again, till her cunt was awash with jizz. It overflowed her cuntlips in silver strings and dribbled down the insides of her thighs. White cum hung front his cock in gooey strands.

"Such a hot cunt!" he howled. "So fucking deep! So fucking wet!"

He rammed his cock back inside her and spurted out another long jet of cum. And another. Her cunt was clogged with his fuckjuice. She was still diddling her clit and her hand grew sticky as the slime poured out, from her pussy. Her fingers were webbed together with his silver spunk.

"What a hot fuck you are, baby!" he yelled. "What a hot and horny fucking slut!"

"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she gasped, finding her voice at last. "I'm such a slut! I love cock so much!"

Her legs were steadier now and he could uncurl her arm from around her waist. He gripped the rear strap of her garter belt with both hands and humped his hips back and forth more slowly. His cock had gushed out the last of his cum, but it was as big and hard as ever. He watched it slide in and out through all the cum and cunt-juice.

"So much cum! You shot off so much cum inside me!" she gasped. She removed her hand from her crotch and stared at it. There was a thick pool of spunk in her palm.

"And you loved it, didn't you?" he grunted. "Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" Paula admitted.

Gerald felt free for the first time in years. Having young Trish suck him off worked wonders. He felt like a new man. But he didn't want to be limited to just Trish. There were other gorgeous young girls in the school that he wanted to sample. He wanted to take full advantage of his new freedom.

On Wednesday he sent Trish home early. Then he arranged a mid-afternoon interview with lovely Becky Neal. She was a stunning redhead with enormous tits. She wasn't overly bright. In fact if she wasn't careful she would be flunking out before long. But she was popular with everyone in the school, especially the boys. And she had a reputation as an easy lay.

She presented herself in Gerald's office at the appointed hour. She stood in front of his desk wearing a short red skirt, white sacks and a tight white sweater. It was her cheerleading outfit, she explained. She had a practice coming up later that afternoon. She smiled at him and thrust out her big tits proudly.

Gerald tried to talk to her about her studies. He told her that her grades were poor and she was in danger of failing if she didn't smarten up. But his heart wasn't in it. Girls like Becky were incapable of serious study. Talking to her about it wasn't going to change anything. His voice trailed off and he found himself gazing fondly at her lovely tits. They swelled out her sweater so nicely.

"I know I'm not so bright, Mr. Hale," she admitted. "But to tell you the truth, I don't think it matters. I'm going to be a model."

"A model?" Gerald said, amused at the idea. "What kind of model?"

"Well," Becky giggled. "You'll probably get mad at me for saying this, but I want to be a model for the men's magazines."

"A nude model, you mean? You want to take your clothes off in front of cameras?"

Becky nodded. And all Gerald could do was smile. The last thing he felt was anger. There was something so wise about her decision. It was so right for her. She had the looks and the body, there was no question about that. The only question would be whether she could write her name on a model release form.

"You think I'm just a silly young slut," she said, watching him. "You don't think I have a chance in hell of making it."

"On the contrary. I think you have an excellent chance of making it. In fact I'd like to do what I can to help you. I happen to know some local photographers."

"Really?" Becky gasped, truly impressed. She leaned over his desk and her big tits bulged out her sweater.

"Maybe I could take some photographs of you some time. I could show them around to a few of the right people. They could tell you better than I if you have any potential."

"Oh, Mr. Hale, I'd be so grateful!" she beamed. "It's what I want more than anything in the world!"

She sat on the edge of his desk and raised one leg. Her red skirt slid up her thigh till he caught a glimpse of her blinding white panties. He gripped the arms of his chair. He couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous young creature.

"Maybe you'd like to examine me yourself," she went on. "Before we take any pictures or anything. That way you'd know if you were wasting your time."

"Mmmmnnn… good idea," he croaked, his heart pounding.

Becky grinned at him. Then, very deliberately, she gripped her sweater and hauled it up over her head. She tossed it to one side and leaned over the desk toward him. She shook her tits from side to side, teasing him like a professional stripper.

They were packed into a flimsy white bra, but he could see the nipples and areolas clearly. The bra material was as sheer as wet paper. They were firm and perfectly shaped. The areolas were nearly three inches in diameter. The nipples were stubby and nut-brown.

She unhooked the clasp between her tits and the lovely mounds wobbled free. They appeared even bigger than they were because she was leaning forward toward him. She shook them some more in front of his face. Then she burst into a girlish giggle.

"Well? Are they big enough? Do you think they'll look good in a dirty magazine?" she cooed. She threw her bra to the other side of the room.

"They're beautiful. You're going to have photographers fighting over you," he groaned. His cock began to stiffen in his pants.

"How about the rest of me?" she went on. And before he could react she was kneeling up on his desk, sending his papers flying.

Her tits settled into place on her chest, the nipples jutting up high. He gazed at them in amazement, his mouth watering. But then she was unhooking her short red skirt. She let it fall around her knees and humped her crotch in and out seductively. A brief triangle of white panty stretched across her heaving crotch.

Like her bra, the panties left nothing to the imagination. They were a sheer white, and through them he could see her ginger pubic mound, and the pulpy lips of her cunt below. He had an overwhelming urge to bend forward and plant a wet kiss on the curve of her crotch.

"Beautiful! Just beautiful!" he muttered. "You're going to be a terrific model."

Again she giggled. Then her thumbs were hooked into the sides of her panties and she was peeling them don slowly, slyly. She really did know how to tease a man, tie thought. And that was just what she needed to be a good model. He wondered if she'd practiced this much already. She certainly seemed to have.

"I want to show you everything," she whispered. "I want you to see my tits, my pussy, everything."

She rolled to one side quickly and kicked her legs into the air. The panties flashed down her thighs and over her feet. She tossed them away and then knelt up in front of him again. She gripped the lips of her cunt and pried them apart shamelessly.

"I'd be willing to show the pink," she said, quite seriously. "You can tell your photographer friends that I'd open my cunt for them and show them everything. I'm not a shy girl."

"I can see that," Gerald groaned. He was glaring at the fresh pink flesh of her cunt. He could see the delicate inner lips and the shiny bud of her clit.