Pamela Cooper: Desperately sucking teacher

In an instant, she had pulled the huge cock knob all the way into her mouth and was beginning to suck it down into the depths. Like a mad thing, she pulled and slurped the boy's prick into her mouth.

Yes, oh yes, Daddy, she fantasized silently. It's as good as it could ever be.

Abandoning the cock with her lips, she stood and faced the youth. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Their tongues fenced briefly, and then Christy shoved hers deep into Andy's hungry mouth.

"Fuck me," she grunted, raising one foot and resting it on the top of the shower's low wall. She pressed her firm ass against the tile wall. "Shove that beautiful big cock all the way up into my belly."

Christy pulled her brother forward, fisting his cock shaft and rubbing the quivering cockhead between the swollen lips of her pussy.

"Give it to me," she begged. "Don't make me wait any longer."

Andy had no intention of making her wait. He pushed forward until the cock knob was lodged firmly inside his sister's tight hot cunt. Then, in a rush, he fucked the whole thing into her dripping pussy, making Christy gasp sharply. Her eyes flew wide as he fucked all the way into her.

"Oh… oh Christ, yesss!" she panted, pushing her ass forward to meet his prick. "Fuck my hole out good, baby!"

The boy grabbed her tit in his left hand and used his other to take a biting hold on one firm ass cheek. Then he started slamming in and out of her. His hand pinched her nipple up fiercely, nearly bringing tears to the girl's eyes and forcing her to bite her lip from the combination of pleasure and pain.

In and out, he fucked while clawing at her ass and tits. Over and over, he pulled his rampaging prick out of her steaming depths until only the cockhead was buried between the bruised cuntlips. Then he would fuck back in, plowing her dripping cunt until he had pinned her ass back against the wall.

"Unh, unh, unh!" she grunted, throwing herself fiercely to meet her brother's attack.

But in her head, the girl was lost in her own fantasies. In her mind, it was not Andy whose huge prick was buried in her dripping pussy. It was her father's. It was his prick plowing deeply into her young body. It was his hand that pinched and massaged her bruised and tormented tit meat. His hand that clawed at her ass.

Fuck me, Daddy, she begged silently. Show your little girl how much you love her.

Then Andy fucked his finger deep into the girl's ass, and the waves of orgasm that had been sweeping over Christy became tidal waves.

"Aarghh!" she screamed, throwing herself against her brother until it was all he could do to keep both of them from falling in the slippery shower. Lust burned out her sanity, and the girl felt lost in the screaming reaches of pleasure and pain.

"Oh, Christ," Andy grunted. "I'm going to… I'm cumming…"

She could feel the boy's prick swelling to even greater size far back in her pussy hole. The cockhead had become a piledriver of meat, and she pounded at it as hard as she could in an attempt to pull him entirely into her young body.

Then the boy exploded. That first gout of cock cream that shot into her nearly made the young girl weep with the joy of it. His cum filled her pussy entirely, splashing like hot add on the tender meat of her cunt and bringing on an entirely new series of orgasms that Christy hadn't even imagined were possible.

Over and over, his throbbing cock spurted gobs of hot cum into the girl's guts, and with each she leaped into yet another seizure of lust.

Finally, the boy's prick emptied into her, and he clung to Christy. She trembled against him, feeling the heat of his skin, feeling the occasional twitching of his prick as it lay still buried in her pussy.

"Jesus, little sister," Andy sighed as he leaned against Christy, "that was fantastic. But we can't let this happen again. What if you were to get pregnant or something?"

"I'm not stupid, Andy," she sighed, trying to regain her breath. "I've been protected for over a year now. And as far as this ever happening again, I can only tell you that I've just gotten started."

With that, the young girl lowered her foot from its position on the side of the tub, and Andy stepped back. The entire bathroom was filled with steam to the point that they could barely see each other through the fog. She reached across and turned off the cascading water.

"Now," she said, opening the door and grabbing a towel from the rod, "let's get out of here before Mom does come home and catch us."

Toweling off, Christy dressed and ran to her room to comb out her wet hair. As she finished, she heard the front door open.

Vivian drove home through the quiet back streets of the small town. She felt as if she were in a daze from the events of the day. Technically, she had been raped. But only technically. Moments after the boy had touched her, she had responded with a hunger that she had forgotten she even possessed.

In the instant that she responded to the boy's touch, it had stopped being rape. She knew it, and that knowledge didn't sit well with her self-image.

As she pulled into her driveway and parked, Vivian picked her purse up from the seat. When she did so, the photograph fell out. She looked at it carefully, still unable to believe that the woman in the snapshot could really be her. Yet, there was no way to mistake the face for anyone else. The red hair, the creamy skin, the deep green eyes all showed up in living color.

Still, the woman in the picture was a stranger to her, a wanton creature who looked as if she belonged in photographs of this sort. The Vivian in the shot had her full lips stretched wide to accept a stream of cum that was spraying from the tip of a huge prick. In the shot, she could see the sheen of a film of jism that was smeared across her cheeks and lips. Thick streams of cum had poured from this woman's lips and were dripping from her chin. The camera's eye had captured one single drop in mid-air as it ran from her face and fell toward the surface of her cum-smeared tit mound below.

"Oh God, what am I going to do?" she asked herself, climbing from the car and dropping the photograph into her purse. "If this ever comes out, I'll be ruined here." Then, after only a couple of steps, she stopped as another realization struck her. "Never mind here. I'll be ruined anywhere. I'll never be able to get another job teaching, no matter where I go, if this comes out."

The house was quiet when she went in.

"Is anyone here?" she called as she hung her light jacket in the hall closet.

"Hi, Mom," Andy called, coming down the stairs in his floppy brown robe.

He was toweling his curly blond hair, and Vivian was immediately reminded of the boy's father. There was nothing unusual in that. It seemed as if she was reminded of David every, time she saw her teenaged son these days. He had grown so much in the past couple of years. Now, he stood inches above her, and she knew that he still had a couple or three inches before he would reach his full growth. His father stood at a towering six feet three inches. Andy showed every indication of reaching at least that height.

It was at such times that she really missed David. The bastard, she thought to herself.

She had said nothing to the children about the problems between herself and their father. Instead, she had told them that there had been certain difficulties that they couldn't seem to work out together, and that she and their dad had decided it might be best to settle them separately.

"Hi, honey," she said to the boy. "Where's your sister? Isn't she home yet?"

"Uh, yeah," he said. "She got a shower first, and then I grabbed a quick one. Did you get held up at school?"

"Yes," the woman said noncommittally. "There were some things I had to take care of in my room. Say, you guys must be starved. Have you had anything to eat yet?"