Mark Carver - Ravaged music teacher

For thirty solid minutes the delirious music teacher sucked off the wriggling schoolgirl in a wanton sixty-nine position on top of the large desk. Neither could stop climaxing, but it was Julie who tore her lips free first, gasping for air. She had to forcibly wrench her thighs away from the girl's blazing mouth.

They both panted furiously for a couple of minutes. Sylvia moaned and stroked her own tits, her eyes glazed over with the after-effect of her orgasms.

"Jesus Christ, Miss Mason!" she finally gasped. "Wow! I mean, that was WILD! I never came like that before! And you're so beautiful naked!"

Sylvia's eyes shone with envy on the brunette's luscious tits and ripely curved ass and legs. She felt the kind of envy budding girls reserved for stacked, sexy women, only now it was joined by a new kind of hot appreciation.

It never occurred to Julie that turning on a wanton, sex-crazed girl like Sylvia to cunt-lapping was like letting a hungry kid loose in a candy store, Sylvia had found a new way to get her kicks, and she wasn't the type to sit around patiently and wait to be seduced again by a feverishly hot woman.

These uneasy thoughts finally began to dawn on Julie as she stared at the blonde's wild, gleaming blue eyes. At the same time, though, the trembling brunette wanted to start all over again, to kiss and suck on Sylvia's delicious naked ass between spankings, to fingerfuck her sensuously and go down on her sweet little pussy once more.

And, above all, to tie her down and passionately fuck her with a quivering, huge vibrator.

"We'd better get dressed fast," Julie said suddenly, glancing at the wall clock. "There's a practice session here in another thirty minutes."

"I don't want to leave," Sylvia whispered. She hugged her face to Julie's silky tits and rubbed her cunt lewdly against the brunette's.

"Come on, Sylvia, move it!" snapped Julie. She was all crisp authority now and the tone snapped the girl out of her reverie. But watching the sexy blonde as she put her clothes on, Julie got feverishly aroused all over again. The girl's cute tits, her juicy ass, her plump thighs – everything about the minx brought out the hottest, most depraved urges in the teacher's blood.

When they were both dressed, Julie held her by the shoulders firmly, staring into her eyes. Her voice was dead serious.

"Listen, honey, this has to be kept a secret. Not a word to anyone, not a single word! Understand?"

Slowly, the girl nodded. She licked her lips. "On one condition."

The little bitch was blackmailing her already! "What?" Julie asked anxiously. "We do it again," whispered Sylvia, stepping close so their bellies rubbed. "Oooooo, Miss Mason, what you do to a girl! Can I come over to your place tonight?"

For a minute, Julie was wildly tempted. No, no, she warned herself, don't get too involved! This was a small, narrow-minded town, reeking with gossip. Of course, there was no harm in having a student visit a teacher for private lessons. But she didn't trust Sylvia.

"I can't tonight," Julie said finally. "But later this week for certain, Sylvia. Remember now, we could both get our asses in boiling water over this! I could lose my whole career." "Oh don't sweat it," grinned the blonde, running her fingers over Julie's tits through her blouse. "I won't tell a soul, Miss Mason. See you later in the week then, okay?"

Sylvia went to the door and unbolted it, giving Julie a smoldering goodbye gaze. The door shut behind her.

"Oh Christ," sighed the brunette, sinking into the desk chair. She lit a cigarette with shaking fingers, thinking hard. Had it been worth it?

From the taste of the girl's cunt juice that lingered in her mouth and the fierce glow of happiness in her own pulsing pussy, Julie knew it was worth almost anything.

Utterly sweet, madly sucking little cunt! She may have been a tramp, she may have been cunning and greedy, but the blonde schoolgirl was the hottest, sexiest piece of pussy Julie had ever tasted. Now she wished she'd let her come over tonight. Once Julie had tied her down and fucked her for a solid, nerve-racking hour, the girl would wag her tail for Julie like a puppy.

The teacher sharply reminded herself who she was, and where she was. She was a respectable music teacher in a small-town high school. One didn't go around sucking off schoolgirls in a town like this and expect to get away with it for long.

Julie inhaled deeply on her cigarette, feeling as if she'd taken the first step on a madly teetering high wire. There was no going back now. Besides, to be honest, she was obsessed with the little tramp. Julie wouldn't even brush her teeth tonight so that the fragrant taste of cunt juice would linger in her mouth while she slept.

She stubbed out her cigarette, wondering what to do about tonight. She was still so horny she could scream! Even though she'd spent a wild, obscene hour with Sylvia, that hardly began to put the fire out in her blood. Six or eight hours with a delicious little pussy like Sylvia might calm her down, but their short, frantic session had only whetted her appetite.

A hung, strapping boy would help.

Julie got her purse and headed for her car. Now that she'd given in to her first overpowering urge, she couldn't even look at a luscious girl without wondering what the girl's hot, naked tits would taste like against her lips.

She passed boys wearing tight Levi's, her eyes very quickly glancing at the bulges in their pants, gauging, calculating, wondering how long their hard-ons were.

Driving back to her apartment, Julie smoked nervously. Unless she was foolish enough to try making another girl tonight, she'd have to find a boy. Julie's hunger for one sex only added fuel to her craving for the other. She knew it wasn't a matter of just being oversexed. She liked boys and girls, not men and women. She loved healthy, glowing young bodies, enormous, cum-oozing hard-ons and tender pink cunts – smooth, flowing muscles and luscious young curves.

That's why Julie became a teacher, so she could be around beautiful boys and girls. That's why she was still single and didn't date men. Occasionally, in a pinch, the feverish brunette would go to bed with a man. She could get her rocks off, but it was boys and girls she craved intently.

Julie didn't know why she was obsessed with youth, and she didn't give a damn. She realized her wild sex urges were risky, but she accepted that, too. She'd left her last teaching job in Los Angeles because she'd been caught by the principal fucking a boy in an empty classroom one night. How in the hell was she supposed to know the snoopy bastard would be prowling that night, looking for vandals?

She'd gotten away with her record unblemished because the principal blackmailed her into going to bed with him and his wife. In fact, the hot brunette enjoyed the triangle, but when the principal tried to set up a permanent threesome, Julie quit. Her pussy belonged to her alone, and she cherished her sexual freedom.

She promised herself she'd never fool around with students again. But of course such promises were empty. You couldn't be around lovely girls and massively hung boys all day without getting hotter than a firecracker.

As Julie drove the quiet streets in her neighborhood, she knew who she could get over to her apartment tonight. There was a boy with a bulging crotch in her class who was a serious guitar student and who constantly asked her questions. She had his phone number.

Sylvia felt much, much better until a horrifying. thought struck her. Suppose the crazy blonde tried making it with another schoolgirl? Christ, she could start a chain of depravity in school that might end in a volcanic eruption! Scandals over such sex-rings in high schools were not uncommon, especially in California.

If that happened, Julie's role in it would be bound to come out sooner or later. The brunette bit her lip and told herself she was worrying too much. Sylvia was cool enough to keep her mouth shut and her frenzied lips to herself. For a while, anyway.