Steven Golden - Hot sucking teacher

He found her other nipple with his mouth and began sucking it as he had the other. She sighed and leaned back on the desk, supporting herself with her free arm. Incredibly, she still had one hand in her crotch and she kept it there modestly, as if when the time came she could still stop him if she wished. This crazy episode needn't go all the way, after all.

"I don't believe these fucking nipples! They're crazy!" he wheezed, lifting his mouth off her tit at last.

Sid gazed fondly at her tits as they shifted and settled with her slightest movement. They were brown and swollen-looking, and swept down and separated as if they'd been pumped too full of fluid. The circles around the tips were puffy and pink. The nipples jutted out so far they cast shadows on the skin.

The tits rose and fell with her heavy breathing. She stared at him from under the peak of her cap, wondering what he would do next. Now would be the time to protest, she realized. If she wanted to stop this whole thing before it went any further, all she had to do was speak up, push him away, make her voice stern and tell him to get lost. But she did none of these things.

And Sid seemed to sense what was going on in her head, for he paused just to look into her face, to smile at her. It was as though he knew that she wanted him to go on, but was teasing her by giving her this chance to say something. If she didn't speak up, there'd be no turning back. There could be no excuses. He could do what he wanted with her and she could hardly complain.

She cast down her eyes like a shy little girl and he almost laughed out loud. She looked so young and pretty and cute there with her frizzy blonde hair fluffed out from under her cap, her gorgeous face framed perfectly. Her big tits heaved on her chest, her brown belly rippled below. He felt a solid stirring in his cock. He licked his lips hungrily.

"You like having your titties sucked? That feel good, a hot mouth on your big nipples?" he leered.

He brought up both hands and cupped her tits solidly, squeezing them, pressing the nipples in on themselves with his thumbs. She leaned forward and let her tits settle into his hands.

She didn't answer. She couldn't trust her voice. She watched as he hefted her tits, separated them, tested their weight. Then she was nuzzling his face back between them, cramming both tits to his cheeks. He mashed them to either side of his head and groaned with pleasure. Then he began kissing and licking her again. He planted hot wet kisses on her skin and worked his way lower, an inch at a time. Slipping his head from between her tits he licked down aver her rib cage, along the slight hollow of her belly. The skin was brown and flat and firm. Then he was digging his tongue into her navel, scooting it around and teasing her. Her belly heaved under his mouth. Val knew where this was leading and her heart beat faster at the thought. She still clutched her hand against her pussy. Her legs were closed modestly. As he worked lower she found herself leaning back slightly. The edge of the desk dug into the taut flesh of her ass cheeks. Was there still time to stop him, still time to protest?

His mouth left her navel and sucked its way down over her lower belly. It occurred to her suddenly that if he'd burst in the door a few seconds later she would have had her panties on and things might have been very different. But as it was she wore no panties, nothing below her baseball cap but the woolly pink leg-warmers that ended midway up her golden brown thighs. She felt so helpless.

"So what's it to be, babe?" Sid grunted, gazing up into her lovely face. He had his tongue stuck out and was licking circles around and around her lower belly, just above her sheltering hand. "You going to move that hand? You want me to use my mouth on your cunt? Want me to suck your pussy?"

Why did he have to be so vulgar? Val wondered. He seemed to want to shock her, to assault her with the four-letter words and dirty expression. Or maybe he knew more than she did. She was responding to the dirty talk, she couldn't deny it. It made her feel sexy and strange and… yes, a little dirty. Why did she also feel so good?

"I could lick your cunt real good. I suck a mean cunt. Ask anybody, they'll tell you. Sid Cooke is the best pussy-eater in town." He licked lower on her golden belly, onto the paler skin, along her thumb. He stared up at her with a funny look in his eyes.

Bit by bit, so slowly that at first bethought he was imagining it, her hand slipped down off her crotch. He caught a glimpse of a sliver of blonde pussy hair, then more, then more. At last her hand fluttered away altogether and the glorious tufted V of her cunt was displayed there in front of him. He licked his lips, swallowed, and groaned.

"Spread your legs. Spread 'em wide," he muttered. "I like lots of room when I eat cunt. I like to get my head in there and really go to town."

Shyly, a bit at a time, Val inched her feet apart on the floor. Her slender brown thighs cranked wider and wider. And beneath the fluffy curls of her crotch hair, the puffy lips of her cunt started to split for him.

"Beautiful. Fucking beautiful!" he whispered, gazing at the pulpy lips of her cunt. "Is there anything about you that isn't fucking gorgeous, babe?"

Val stared down at him, fascinated. She was sitting on the edge of the desk now, supporting herself with both arms. Her big tits had rolled and separated slightly on her chest. She gazed down between than at his beaming face. He was inches from her pussy, staring into it with an intensity that shocked her. His hands rested on the tops of her thighs, above her legwarmers.

"Gorgeous face, gorgeous legs, gorgeous tits, gorgeous ass. And now, gorgeous fucking pussy. You're really some hunk of woman, babe."

His fingers inched up her thighs, into her crotch. He caught at the pulpy lips of her cunt and pried apart gently. Shiny pink skin winked at him. He could see her inner cunt, and the button of her clit.

Val fell back onto her elbows. And then, without thinking, she lifted her legs, hooked her feet onto the edge of the desk. At the same time she spread her thighs wide, displaying her crotch for him brazenly. All thought of resistance had gone now, at least for the time being. She stared down at him anxiously between her scissored legs.

"That's it. Atta girl," he encouraged, suddenly faced with not just her flowering pussy but also the puckered ring of her pretty asshole. "Show Sid your cunt. Spread wide for him now."

Val could feel herself growing moist. Without him even touching her pussy, she was growing wet between her legs. She blushed again, ashamed of herself. What must he think of her? Did he think she was too easy? A slut? She had no more time to think about it. He was thrusting his face up against her pussy poking at hunks of flesh with his tongue.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" she moaned, again closing her eyes and willing her head about loosely. His tongue on her pussy felt even better than on her nipples. Her golden belly rippled with pleasure.

He poked his tongue about everywhere, warming to his work. And as be pried her cuntlips wide with his fingers great shiny pink hunks of skin flopped down from inside her. Her cunt was expanding, blooming for him, oozing pulpy strips of skin that formed into a ragged circle. The small bud of her clit gleamed brightly at him.

"You like that? You like a tongue on your hot little pussy?" he leered.

He didn't wait for any reply, but dipped his head deep between her thighs and plucked at her ragged cuntlips with his mouth. Her pussy was swelling crazily, and a gooey sweet slime was dribbling down onto his face.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she groaned.

She kept her eyes closed now except for brief moments when she gazed down between her legs at his sucking face. Tremors of pleasure were running through her cunt.