Michael Scott - Sex teacher

She was going with him all the way. No matter how he angled and jiggled, pushed and shoved, she was ready to meet his every stroke.

"Hot, juicy cunt!" he gasped. "Oh, baby, it's so fucking tight and hot to fuck – Christ!"

"Keep it up, Derek, I know you can do it. I know you can fuck me liked I should be fucked. Faster. Deeper. Do it to me honey."

"You're going to love it before I'm done fucking you, you horny cunt!" he retorted.

"Cocksucker!" But Cathy couldn't deny that it was an exciting way to fuck in this unusual position.

His swollen cock knob felt as large as a baseball as it plowed up toward her guts from behind and below, almost seeming to penetrate as far as her throat!

Sobbing hysterically, she darted one hand down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit and finger-fucking herself, rubbing her cuntlips where they were stretched taut around the shaft of Derek's cock, in a desperate effort to distract herself from the searing pain deep in her ravaged pussy.

She pushed three fingertips up into her convulsing cunt alongside his prick, frigging herself and humping down against them in a frenzy of perverted lust as Derek banged her box.

With the shower running, her tortured cries and his groans of lust, neither of them could hear Angela using her key to unlock the front door downstairs – not that they were in any position to interrupt their fucking to react to her return home, anyway!

Cathy's body began to tense up and shudder in the throes of a strong orgasm. The climax blended with the strong feelings in her vagina. And when Derek began to spurt his hot wet semen into her churning cunt, a low scream of ecstatic joy ripped from her throat. Her spasming cunt was filled by a jet of liquid fire, so intense and searing that the girl shivered from head to foot in the steamy shower stall and almost fainted away, still impaled on Derek's erupting cock.

"Christ… that was… fucking… it was… just too much, baby!"

Derek panted, slipping his deflated prick out of her burning cunt after giving it an unusual twist. "Sorry, kid – I couldn't resist it. You wanted me to show you something new, and your cunt felt too hot and horny to pass up on!"

Cathy turned around, trembling, her eyes stung by tears. "So that was the 'trick' you said you'd show me, huh, you bastard?"

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it."

"I came, didn't I?" she retorted. "That's all that matters… I was just using you for my own pleasure. Don't get a swelled head to match that precious prick of yours, stud! You're not the only guy in this town who knows how to fuck!"

Cathy stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and went into her room, locking herself in and drying herself briskly. Now that she could think about it coolly, she decided that the way Derek had fucked her in the shower hadn't been all that unusual. Kind of fun in fact. But Derek was a stuck-up bastard who had needed a lesson in humility himself. Next time, he'd be a little more polite toward her, and not start taking her submission to him for granted.

But, in the heat of her lust and anger, Cathy had forgotten that her original purpose in giving herself to him was to line him up as a possible sex partner for Angela. Cathy began to worry… Derek might be in no condition to make love to Angela for a day or two, after the exhausting, debilitating fuck session that Cathy had just put him through in her reckless erotic greed!

Angela was grateful when the faculty committee meeting finally broke up, late in the afternoon. Everybody had been staring at her, and, although the attention was highly flattering, she still wasn't used to it and it embarrassed her.

When she'd gotten dressed that morning, she'd impulsively decided not to wear any of her dowdy old outfits, but something nice for a change. She wanted Cathy to be proud of her. She put on sexy black lace lingerie – a sheer bra and panties, and a matching garter belt to hold up her stockings. Angela selected a tight-fitting skirt and a silk blouse, with a wide leather belt cinched around her waist to accentuate the swell of her breasts and buttocks. High heels and subtle makeup completed her new look; she let her hair loose, and left her glasses in her purse.

Her students were startled by this transformation, and so were her colleagues on the college's teaching staff. She'd been getting compliments all day long; it was almost enough to turn her head and make her feel like a giddy young girl!

She was particularly flattered when Robert, a burly young professor in his mid-twenties, made a point of sitting next to her at the faculty meeting, and flirted with her all through the boring discussion.

Robert was an intellectual type, but he had a handsome face, a nice body, and charming manners, and a reputation for being something of a womanizer – he'd almost gotten into trouble a couple of times for fucking young female students, and other faculty members' wives.

Angela was rather amused at the prospect of becoming his latest conquest. He'd always ignored her before; if anything, she ought to be insulted by his sudden interest. Then it occurred to her that an affair with a fellow teacher, like Robert, would be an ideal smoke-screen. No one would suspect that she was seducing young boys and girls if she was dating an attractive, suitable man her own age!

When Robert invited her to stop by his office after the meeting, saying he had some coffee brewing on a hot plate, Angela suspected it was just a ruse on his part to get her alone, so he could put the make on her. She went quite willingly.

His office was even smaller than hers, and it was something of a mess. No sooner was the door closed behind them than Robert took Angela in his arms and, crushing her against his big body, pressed his mouth to hers in a kissling, though!

It was an unexpectedly slow, gentle kiss: at first it seemed as though his lips barely touched hers. His hands rested lightly on her shoulders; there was only a feather's weight of contact between their bodies. But then the lips of his warm, sensuous-looking mouth parted and the tip of his tongue just faintly tickled the sensitive surface of her curved underlip.

Gently, his wet tongue probed her mouth more thoroughly. The pressure sent a flutter of arousal up her spine, and she had to restrain herself to keep from opening her mouth wide to the invasion of that tongue; it was more exciting to feign prim reluctance, to keep her lips in a narrow oval and feel the stiffness of the tongue slowly force its way between them.

Once Robert's tongue touched the tip of hers, however, Angela was no longer capable of such restraint. Their hot tongues wound around each other like a pair of mating serpents. Robert's lips were warm and knowing as they slid over hers. Angela was breathless, but she didn't care; dizzy with passion, she never wanted this first kiss to end.

Robert, she realized with a thrill, was an experienced seducer – not a naive, horny young boy like Derek. Her fellow professor was deliberately trying to arouse her with his mouth – and with his touch.

When her new lover's big hand slid down her back to cup the roundness of her full, firm buttocks through the tight-fitting sheath of her skirt, Angela was past the point at which she could convincingly play the role of the innocent virgin, even had she wished to do so – which she most emphatically did not want to do right now!

The pressure of his male hand exploring her pliant body made even a token protest impossible when Robert pulled her to him in such a way that her thighs parted and pushed against his. She felt his strong young penis rise against her belly, and she sucked deeply on the tongue he had thrust into her mouth, as though silently encouraging him to do the same with his cock.