Michael Scott - Sex teacher

Every inch of her ripe, sweating body tingled intensely from deep within, as if she were truly alive for the first time that she could remember.

For one frightening moment Angela wondered whether she would ever be able to get enough sex to satisfy her now that she'd tasted its pleasures… all the while, her hand, wet with her own juices, continued to play with Derek's limp cock, hefting and squeezing and stroking it, constantly seeking to arouse him again.

Two long, strenuous hours later, Derek was fast asleep – quite literally fucked out. Beside him, Angela, still nude, sipped wine and smoked, feeling exhausted but not particularly in need of sleep.

Outside the window, dawn was breaking, a faint warm pink. Angela sighed, feeling like a sixteen-year-old girl again. She was discovering sex, at age thirty-one, and it had rejuvenated her. Even as she smoked, she stretched out her free hand to fondle the boy's spent prick; but she did it unthinkingly, her mind busy turning over various obscene possibilities for the immediate future.

In a small town like this, sheltered on the Californian coast away from the large urban centers, the boys and girls who enrolled in her classes were tanned and healthy, but fundamentally innocent. Angela knew that they smoked grass and drank beer, but in a naive, experimental way.

She saw them on campus all day long – readily available. She knew many of them by their first names, and more than once she had gone down on all of them, male and female alike, in her depraved imagination. She would eagerly let the ruggedly-built boys mount her in a gang-bang afterward, and then crouch lustfully over the girls' sweet, fresh young twats… but these were only exciting fantasies.

Her body fairly hummed with sexual energy, her soaked cunt still softly pulsating with satisfaction. Angela began to wonder whether she could start making out on a large scale, after all, without compromising herself in the uptight community.

The teenagers were all so innocent and captivating – so easy, really, to seduce. She had read a great deal about adolescent psychology. Just press the right buttons, and the hormones would start to flow!

Derek's cock began to stir while he slept, and, automatically, Angela jerked it in her warm fist, watching it rise and swell with gleaming eyes. She had at least ten years of gnawing frustration to make up for, and a hell of a lot of exploring to do, with both boys and girls… but why take dangerous chances at school, as long as she had this handsome, willing, and more than able boy with his beautiful cock right here in her home every night? And there was another empty room she could rent. Why take foolhardy risks when she could play it safe?

Moaning happily, Angela pressed her hot, swollen breasts to either side of Derek's bristling hard-on. He was still half-asleep as she began to fuck him with her voluptuous bare breasts, using both hands to press and rub her soft flesh around his long, thick tool.

"In my cunt, Derek. Don't waste it outside, fire your load into me."

Ever willing to please, Derek switched positions, keeping himself on edge by jerking off as he moved to the new position. In less than three minutes, he was firing her load into her pussy.

She was excited – but, with each new sexual adventure she enjoyed, she craved another, even wilder. She longed to experience an endless succession of thrills.

Derek fell asleep again almost at once, but Angela remained wide awake, vibrating from head to foot with sheer erotic energy. She tasted his warm creamy come in her mouth, thinking… yes, she would play it safe from now on and not jeopardize her new fulfillment now that she'd found it.

She had this gorgeous young stud to service her raging lusts in the bedroom right next to hers every night, and a spare bedroom to rent. All she wanted now was a nice young college girl to take the other room.

Such a girl needn't be beautiful in order to turn Angela on – just well-stacked, or at least with sexy features, especially her mouth. And willing, of course – she'd have to be very willing and eager. As eagerly as Derek had eaten her hot pussy, Angela was sure that another woman would do it even more efficiently once she was taught lesbian lovemaking techniques.

A fierce new excitement surged through her bloodstream. A woman could play an almost endless number of kinky sex games with a handsome, superbly endowed young boy and a pretty, bisexual girl. She would be able to watch them having sex with each other, direct the action, then participate in it herself – she would explore everything, suck and suck with insatiable delight after all the restless, lonely nights of despair.

Even if she had to maintain her cool, aloof, utterly respectable image at work, she could play the whore, or any other role she wanted, in the privacy of her own home. Sexy clothes and lingerie, makeup, and sex toys could be obtained to increase the fun make her fantasy life even more vivid and exciting as she acted out all of her most depraved desires.

Deep down, Angela was sure, every woman in her right mind thirsted for total sexual liberation, longed to be a slut if only for one night, an unashamed, totally sexual creature, giving in to every lustful impulse and whim.

And now Angela could do that every night. All she had to do was keep her composure at the college and resist temptation during the days. It wouldn't be difficult at all, she thought, not considering the rewards.

But even then, the passionately awakened teacher knew that she was telling herself a damned lie. The thrill of taking sexual risks was just too great, and she'd probably give in to it again… very soon.

As she sat in her office thinking about the night before, somehow, the risk of making a pass at a student didn't seem important any longer. Her long, arduous, deliriously satisfying fuck session with Derek in the early hours of the morning had blown the cap off Angela's inhibitions for good, and her newly liberated obscene imagination was running wild! There wasn't anything she didn't feel ready to do, no matter how risky it might be! She'd sacrifice anything for sex now that she'd tasted its forbidden pleasures!

But, in spite of her constantly throbbing vagina and erotic hot flashes, Angela knew the hazards of trying to seduce a young girl in, say, her office on campus after class hours… a woman simply didn't make a lesbian pass in the hope of sucking off and masturbating to orgasm some virginal coed, not in a conservative small town like this hole.

The same act with a boy carried less risk, because, although he might boast to his friends about getting laid by an older woman, he was highly unlikely to have some sort of stupid guilt reaction afterward, as a girl might, and run to his parents to complain.

And, Angela had to admit to herself, for all her curiosity about lesbian sexual practices, she had a greater, ever-growing curiosity about cocks. She knew they came in various sizes and shapes and degrees of potency and staying power; but she'd seen and had so few that she wondered now whether they all tasted alike – hot and male and exploding with sexual power. She wondered if all men's semen tasted salty and pungent, and if they all had swollen purplish veins running along their hardened shafts…?

"God, but I'm horny!"

She looked around quickly, her face burning, at the sound of her own whisper, shocked that she'd actually said it out loud. Was she losing all control over her libido? Saying things like that was appallingly dangerous.

Maybe so, shrieked her sex-starved mind. But you do want to be lucked again – soon! You're so horny you can't wait until tonight to get it!

Angela shuddered as she stood up, left the classroom, and walked briskly toward her office, which was in the same building. Her full breasts felt clammy with excitement against the cups of her brassiere and the crotchpiece of her panties was soaked through with the wet proof of her eagerness.