Robert Vickers - Hungry wife

He hadn't fucked her more than a few strokes in the missionary position. Whether he sensed she was turning off or not, she didn't know. But he had quickly changed positions, his prick never leaving her snatch. She didn't know exactly how he had done it. A lot of acrobatics, sure, but it had been a lot of fun. His prick had stirred around inside her passion-packed cauldron of cunt until she thought he would burst apart at the seams.

He had allowed her to come as many times as she could and, when she simply knew it wasn't possible for her to get off again, he proved her wrong. His fucking had changed to short, quick strokes that built up the friction between cockhead and slippery cunt wall with amazing speed.

He had picked her up like the woman in the porno movie they'd watched in the projection

booth. Carole hadn't believed muscle strain could enhance her fucking. She was dead wrong. He had picked her up like she was some sort of human wheelbarrow. Her legs had been on either side of his body and her cunt pressed intimately into his crotch, tie held her legs while she walked on her hands and his prick had fit perfectly into her cunt.

He had walked her around the room like that, each movement pulling his prick out of her pussy and then stuffing it back in again. She had never gotten off on a fucking in such a big way.

Michael had told her fucking was supposed to be fun. The more ridiculous it got, the more fun it could be. A change of pace was always nice. Serious fucking sometimes, riotous fucking at other times. She hadn't thought that would work. with her. Larry was always dead serious about it. No jokes, everything being done by the numbers.

With Michael, she didn't have the slightest idea what he would do next. But she knew now that it would be fun, exciting and incredibly sexy.

Carole wolfed down her breakfast and quickly dressed. She had a little parent-teacher meeting planned that wasn't sanctioned by the PTA.

Carole stood in the hallway outside Michael's room, feeling uptight with all the young students around her. She licked her lips as she saw some of

the teenaged girls. They were a lot bolder than when she'd gone to school. The girls wore tight fitting jeans that molded to firm buttocks like a second skin. Carole wondered if the old joke about being able to tell if a dime was heads or tails when put into a hip pocket was the literal truth.

Most of the chicks she saw, the answer would always be "tails". They waggled their asses and swayed in ways that would have made a bronze statue horny. Carole wondered how Michael kept from fucking the pants off all his female students.

Or if he refrained at all.

She swallowed hard and waited till his classroom was deserted. She had been lucky enough to find out that the second period was his free, conference period. She was in dire need of counseling.

When the last student left the classroom, Carole went in, hesitant about what she was going to do. This wasn't the type of thing she had any practice at. Seduction of her son~s science teacher wasn't an everyday occurrence with her. Not at all.

"Carole!" Michael said, looking up from a textbook, "How are you? Come to talk about… last night?"

"Yes, Michael. Are we g-going to be alone in here?"

The slight stutter in her voice told him what she wanted. He smiled a little and nodded. "Do you want some more of the extracurricular activity we engaged in last night?"

For a moment, she didn't understand him. Then

she smiled weakly and nodded her head. Words didn't seem to come easily for her. Not in this case when she so desperately needed all the words she could find to get her out of her spot.

"Still horny," he said. It was a flat statement, not a question. "I can help you. I'm a bit horny myself."

"From all those young girls?"

"You know, then. Yeah, I stand up here and look out over that sea of blossoming femininity.

– They're all little kittens beginning to unsheathe their claws, They think a teacher is a prime candidate. A mature man, yet he won't dare take them up on their outrageous requests. Safe as can be. They'd be scared shitless if I ever did try to flick the pants off them, like they want. I'd be in jail for statutory rape in nothing flat."

"Then they do come on to you?"

"Md how! I've got one who wears an impossibly tight tee-shirt. No bra. I can see her nipples. Sometimes I think she, runs an ice cube over them just before she comes into class, She moves,up against me, like this," he demonstrated, "and rubs her body into mine." He demonstrated again. "Her jeans are tight and sometimes I see a tiny wet spot at her crotch. I wonder if ft's some disco dance star that she's thinking about or me."

"Would you like it to be you?" Carole hardly trusted her voice.

"Sometimes I would. Not now. Not when I've got a mature, sexy; experienced woman who

knows what she wants!"

"1 want you!"

"And I want you, Carole. God, I get horny here all day long. I sit and think about you. Ever since that first PTA meeting when I saw you sitting in the back of the auditorium all alone, I knew I had to have you.

"Take me, Michael. Fuck me with that mighty prick of yours. I love the feel of its swollen length fucking me!"

His hands had gone up under her dress. He wasn't too surprised to learn she wasn't wearing any panties. Most of the girls in his class didn't, either. They would torment him by crossing their legs and making sure only he could see all the way up into their virginal snatches. But his hands found a pussy mound that wasn't carrying a cherry.

This was a cunt accustomed to a man's cock. It needed prick like spring flowers need rain. Without his cock, she couldn't bloom. He pressed closer, pulling her body to his in a wild embrace. The rapture in the woman's body was obvious.

His hands were covered with her thick inner oils and her fits pressed hard and aroused into his chest. He crushed her lips with his own.

The man warn 't the least bit surprised when the woman's lips parted and her tongue came sallying forth. It drove passionately against his. The tips of the pink tongues touched, pressed and then erotically tumbled around each other. They danced from mouth to mouth until she was panting in

utter need for his prick.

She reached down and fumbled open his fly. The man's meaty bludgeon of cock flipped out and into her hotly clutching fingers. She stroked up and down the rigid length until he was totally erect and ready to fuck.

"Take me, Michael darling, fuck me here on your desk. I'm all yours!"

She turned and jumped to sit on the edge of his desk. Her legs parted wantonly and her skirt hiked up around her thighs. He looked down and gasped. Her naked pussy gleamed gorgeously in the light. Tiny dewdrops of cunt oil dotted her bush and her pink cunt lips fluttered with need. He had to ram his prick between those lewdly grinning lips. He had to!

He did.

The mighty cock speared in toward her hungry cunt. They gasped in unison as his cock vanished between those damp, flexible cunt lips to sink ill the way up into her twat. For a moment, neither of them could move. They were frozen, stiff as statues, drinking in the stark pleasure of having his cock hidden all the long distance into her sucking pussy.

"Now, Michael, now! Fuck me with that delicious cock of yours. I need it so baaaaadly!"

He began sliding backwards, his hips doing all the work. His upper body. remained almost motionless. The feelings running wild inside his loins were beyond compare. If he'd tried to put

them into words, he would have failed utterly and completely.

She gasped again when only the thick knob of his glans remained inside her pussy lips. She used all her newly trained muscles to flutter her cunt lips around his prick in an obscene kiss. She didn't know what she would do without his cock fucking her. As long as she stayed empty inside, that gnawing hunger would destroy her sanity.