Steven Golden - Hot sucking teacher

"I was wondering if you'd be here. I wanted to see you," he said, frowning a little as she tried to turn away.

She felt awful that he'd seen her here, fresh from her fuck and suck session with Sid and Roger. She could still feel the slimy cum oozing from her asshole and her throat was still clogged with ropes of Sid's jism. She wondered briefly if he'd caught sight of Roger or Sid coming downstairs ahead of her. Surely he'd put two and two together.

"Are you okay? You look a bit upset," Don said. He touched her arm and tried to draw her to him.

"I'm fine. I've just had a bit too much to drink. Please leave me alone," she snapped.

Hurriedly she had pulled herself away, called a cab, and left the house before he could catch up with her again. Sid offered to drive her home but she wouldn't hear of it.

She slept badly and spent all the next day worrying about what Don thought of her. He must have shown up late at the party. Why did he have to show up at all? Had he guessed that she'd gone there with Sid? Or, worse, had he guessed that she'd had it off upstairs with both Sid and the master of the house? It was all too horrible to think of. She gave herself a headache fretting over it.

The phone rang several times, but Val didn't answer it. It was either Don, who she couldn't face right now, or Sid, whom she'd had quite enough of for one weekend. She ate a late lunch, then went out walking in a lazy drizzle that had started that morning. She tried not to think about Don, or Sid, or any of the crazy things that had happened to her in the last little while. She felt so confused!

Then, around four o'clock, she suddenly decided what to do, at least with the rest of her Sunday. She began walking swiftly, and in twenty minutes she was knocking on Don's apartment door. Her head was spinning and her heart pumping, but she had a feeling she'd soon be feeling better. She couldn't feel any worse.

He opened the door and gazed at her, his eyes wide with surprise. "Val, I thought…"

"Don, will you fuck me please?" she asked, her voice pleading. "Don't talk. Don't say anything. Just fuck me, okay?"

She marched into his apartment slammed the door shut behind her. He followed her into the living room, his mouth open. He started to say something but thought better of it. He motioned for her to sit down, ignoring what she'd said, not quite sure he'd heard right anyway. She turned around in the center of the room and stared at him.

"Don, I'm very confused right now about everything. But I don't want to talk about it. I don't want you to ask me any questions. I just want you to fuck me. I'd really feel better if you did. Okay?"

She slipped off her raincoat and let it fall to the floor. Then she hauled off her cotton top and peeled off her tight blue jeans. She was wearing no underwear, and in seconds she was standing there naked in front of him, her big tits rising and falling as she breathed deeply. There was a wild light in her lovely blue eyes.

"Anything to oblige…" Don murmured, his cock stirring in spite of the short notice. "But I don't understand."

"Don't talk, just fuck," she ordered.

And she stepped up to him and pressed her open mouth on his. Her hand snaked into his crotch and found the growing bulk of his prick. She began squeezing and massaging his shaft through his pants.

She dug her tongue into his mouth and sucked on his lips for a while, but soon she broke off their kiss and began sinking to the floor, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. Squatting on her haunches, she fumbled with his belt and fly, shoved his pants and shorts down around his ankles. His cock sprang out at her and she immediately gripped it in her fist, priming it in her fingers.

"Val…" he murmured, at a loss as to what had brought on this sudden burst of lust. Last night at Roger's party she'd been so cold, so rude.

She mumbled, stuffing his growing cock between her lips. She drove her face back and forth, sucking all his cock into her mouth at one gulp then pulling back till only the purple cockhead sat on her tongue.

She knelt on the floor now and gripped the backs of his thighs with her fingers. Her face drove in and out, absorbing his cock again and again. His prick grew more and more solid and soon it shone with a fine coating of fluid from her mouth. It stuck out from his crotch like a crowbar.

She sucked him like this for just over a minute, but then she pulled his cock from her mouth and gripped it in her fist. She stared at him with a strange and serious look in her eyes. She began to rub his cock head into her face with harsh circular movements. Around and around her fist poked the swollen cock, over her cheeks and her nose and her forehead.

"Val…" he croaked, holding her tenderly by the shoulders.

He wanted to speak to her, to tell her she didn't have to do these things for him. Butte couldn't get the words out. He was growing weak in the knees at her expert cock-sucking.

She stood up suddenly and tugging him by the cock she led him to a coffee table in the center of the room. His pants and shorts were still tangled up around his feet and he almost tumbled to the floor. She had an easy time forcing him to sit on the coffee table. Then she quickly untangled his clothes and pushed him down so that he was flat on his back. His cock stuck up solidly from his crotch.

"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad," she whispered. And gripping his prick in her hand she spread her legs and climbed over him, fucking his hard-on under her crotch.

She adjusted her body slightly, shifted from side to side, and soon she had his cockhead stuffed between the pulpy lips of her cunt. She sank down on him quickly, letting his cock bull its way into her pussy. Her hands planted themselves on his chest and she began to buck up and down, drilling herself with his stony cock. Her tits joggled up and down.

"You okay?" he managed to pant up at her. His hands settled on the smooth golden slenderness of her thighs.

"Don't talk, just fuck," she reminded him, and she bent down her head, sweeping her blonde hair across his face two or three times. She had set up an easy, steady rhythm, and was fucking up and down merrily.

It was easy for her to tell him to fuck her, but really in his present position there was little he could do. He was flat on his back on the coffee table, caught between her lovely straining thighs. She was pressing down hard on his chest with her palms and grazing him every so often with her lush tits. Her nipples were as hard as stones on his skin.

"I love to fuck, I love to fuck," she chanted. She shook her head from side to side and her blonde hair bounced. She rode him evenly, spiking herself again and again on his prick.

But all at once she stopped. He felt the pressure of her hands on his chest and she was hauling herself up off his throbbing cock. His cock slopped free of her cunt hole and she hobbled forward, her legs spread wide on either side of him. She moved up over his chest and didn't stop, till her gaping wet cunt was inches from his dazed face.

"Suck it! Eat my pussy!" she begged, and she lowered her crotch onto his gasping mouth.

The hairy slabs of her cunt lips settled against his lips and he began gnawing at all the sweet pink flesh between. He dug his tongue deep into her cunt and swirled it around. He nipped at her with his lips. She whimpered and sighed, moving her crotch in slow circular movements over his mouth. She arched her back and let her tits stretch luxuriously.

"Ohhh fuck, it feels so good! Suck my cunt! Eat my pussy!" she croaked. And she sighed deeply, almost as if she was hurting. Her eyelids were heavy with lust.

He worked at hit cunt, reaming her out good with his tongue. Then he found the button of her clit and she went wild, rolling her crotch around and round madly. She gripped his head in her hands, closed off his ears, and held him steady there against her cunt as if she couldn't bear to let him go. Deep groaning sounds rose up from her throat.