Steve Golden - Teacher with spunk

"We'll see," Gerald groaned, his balls growing more numb by the second. "It's going to happen any second, that's for sure."

"Or you can shoot all over me if you want. I like that too. Sometimes it's fun to watch a guy pull out and spurt his spunk. There's something so exciting about it."

Gerald groaned. He really couldn't take much more of this. He rammed his cock in and out of her, pinning her to the desk. He gazed down into her face and wondered why he'd never done anything like this before. Girls like Becky were such a turn-on. And they were so fucking willing.

"I've never had a real adult guy cum inside me before," she went on. "I've only fucked boys my own age. This will be a real thrill. Do it to me, Mr. Hale. Shoot your hot spunk up my cunt!"

His cock throbbed inside her cunt. His balls trembled, and he spurted off a thick glob of jizz. He pulled back, rammed forward, and fired off a second long jet of spunk inside her. Then he pulled back farther and let his prick slip free of her sucking cunt.

Her cuntlips gaped wide, as if he'd had his hand shoved up inside. And as he watched, a thick stream of white cum overflowed and drained down into the crack of her ass. Her cunt flexed as if he was still fucking her. And more and more gooey white spunk flowed free.

"Yes! Spurt all over me!" Becky grinned, watching his every move. "Jerk yourself off all over my belly and tits! I love to watch jism fly!"

His prick throbbed in his hand. A long jet of cum shot free and splattered up the entire length of her body, from her cunt to her neck. The spunk glittered on her skin, like fresh white paint. It filled her navel and skirted the inner swell of one tit before tapering off into the hollow of her neck.

"Yes! Like that! Spunk all over me!" Becky giggled. She watched his cockhead anxiously for the next gusher.

When it came they were both shocked at the power of it. The jet was even longer than the last one. It twirled in the air like a silver ribbon, then fell with a splatter across the left side of her body. It looped over her rib cage and tit and caught Becky across her bottom lip.

"Oh fuck! So much cum!" she cried. "Spurt it, Mr. Hale! Shower me with hot jism! I fucking love it!"

He spurted out three jets in succession. And he tilted his cock from side to side, so that he would splatter her everywhere. Her body was soon streaked with lines of spunk. Strips of silver goo lay across her belly and tits. One of her nipples was soiled with a wad of slime.

She burst out laughing. She was obviously enjoying every second of the obscene tribute he was paying her. And when his cock quit spurting and began drooling out the dregs of his cum, she looked disappointed. She reached up her hand and wrestled the shaft from him. She began to squeeze it and tug on it, as if she could milk out even more steaming spunk.

A string or two of slime dribbled over her fingers and spattered her pubic mound. But he pretty much drained dry. And his cock rapidly grew limp in her fist. She let it go. It flopped heavily between his legs. She moved both hands over her body, spreading his warm jizz about every which way.

"I love jism," she cooed. "It's so warm and sticky and nice. I just love to play with it and rub it into my skin."

Her fingers smeared the spunk into her pubic hair and across her belly. Soon there was not one inch of her torso that wasn't coated with cock-slime. Then she brought her hands up over her tits and smoothed the jizz all over the heaving mounds. Here too she made sure every inch of skin was covered. She daubed globs of cum onto both stiff nipples.

"You're one crazy little slut, you know that?" he grunted.

"I know," she grinned. "And you love it, don't you?"

Paula was sure that Gerald was fooling around behind her back. She didn't have to catch him with his pants down to know this. All she had to do was put two and two together. It had all started the night Hal was over for dinner. Ever since then, Paula was certain, Gerald had been getting his rocks off somewhere, with someone.

She wasn't even very curious about who the woman was. It didn't really matter, did it? All that mattered was that her marriage was now an open one. Obviously Gerald wanted the freedom to fuck around. And he clearly wanted her to have the same freedom. She really couldn't complain. It was a fair set-up.

The funny thing was that they hadn't even discussed it. Their marriage went on as before, except that for days on end they didn't have sex with each other. He seemed to take it for granted that she was getting it on with Hal which she was. He never asked her any questions about it, and he made it obvious he didn't want her questioning him either.

Paula was amazed she wasn't more upset over this change in their relationship. After all, a five year marriage was at risk. But in a way she was enjoying her new freedom as much as her husband was. For a long time their sex life together had been real predictable. Now there was some spice back in their lives.

Her two sessions with Hal taught her what she'd been missing. As much as she'd detested him, she really enjoyed herself. And she found herself wanting more. What shocked her though was that she found herself wanting to fuck other guys besides Hal. He was fine in his way, but she wanted more. She craved a little variety with her new freedom.

One afternoon she found herself eyeing a sexy male student. His name was Chet, and he sat at the back of one of her English classes. He was tall and powerfully built, with solid arms and shoulders. He was also unusually handsome, in a brutish kind of way. Paula began to cream her panties, just looking at him.

He gazed right back at her, obviously flattered and turned on by her attention. And at one point he swung both his legs out into the aisle and gave her a good look at his crotch. His tight jeans were bulging. Even from the front of the room she could make out the outline of his cock curving up from his balls. Paula felt her cunt twitching.

It was the last class of the day. Once the bell had rung, all the students rushed out the door toward their lockers. All except one, that is. Chet sat all alone at, his desk, watching her. Then he got up slowly and ambled to the front of the room. He stood in front of her and placed his hands on his hips.

"Is there something I can help you with, Chet?" Paula asked, all innocence. But she stole a glance at his bulging crotch. She couldn't help herself.

"I was hoping I could help you, Mrs. Hale," he smiled. He stroked his hand quickly up the outline of his cock.

It was funny, Paula thought, but only days before a situation like this would have been unthinkable. There was no way she would have gotten involved with one of her students. How things had changed. Now here she was eyeing a student's crotch. And she was wondering how she could get him alone for a quick fuck.

"DO you have a car, Chet?" she asked. "Could you drive us somewhere, right now?"

The young man nodded. Within seconds Paula had packed up her things and was headed out the door with him. For a moment she had the crazy urge to stop by her husband's office on the way out. She could introduce Chet to him and explain that the two of them were going off for a quick fuck and she might be late for dinner. She smiled at the thought as Chet opened the car door for her.

He drove quickly, and within minutes they were parked in a wooded area down by the river. They clambered into the back seat and Paula stroked her hands up and down his thighs. Then she set about unzipping his fly and hauling out his prick.

"It this thing for real?" she panted, tugging his jeans and shorts down over his hips. "It looks like you have a hunk of pipe stuck down your pants."

"It's for real, Mrs. Hale," he gasped, amazed at how quickly this was happening. "It's for real and it's all yours."