Steven Golden - Hot sucking teacher

She'd never fucked anyone just for sex before, that was the thing. In the past, whenever she'd done it, and there hadn't been many times, she'd really liked the guy and maybe even thought she was in love with him. The sex had always meant something special. She'd never been the kind of person to get herself fucked just because she was horny.

Now she began to wonder about herself. Sid had awakened something in her she hadn't known was there. She had screamed and bucked herself about on his cock like a bitch in heat, not giving a damn that she didn't really care for him. He had used her for a session of pure sex and nothing else. And she had used him for the same thing.

When Don asked her out two days after her wild office fuck with Sid, she hesitated. She felt cheap, as if she didn't have the right to a nice guy like Don after what she'd done. She said yes only after Don looked real hurt at her hesitation. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was upset him. Once she'd consented, she felt better. She felt almost grateful to him for asking her.

They had a pleasant dinner, and laughed a lot at the struggles they were having trying to get used to teaching. They both felt so young, and in many ways less experienced than the tougher kids in their classes. Don had her squealing at his stories about a couple of really dumb boys in one English class. He had a way of making even sad stuff amusing.

As they left the restaurant Val found herself hooking her arm into his and leaning against him warmly. The wine had something to do with it, but she'd had such a pleasant evening that she really did feel a warm friendly glow towards him. She began to wonder what it would be like to have a steady boyfriend again. It had been a while since, she'd been out with anyone more than once or twice.

Once in his car she snuggled up to him and soon they were necking heavily, their hands roaming everywhere over each other. She leaned back and let him squeeze her tits. Her fingers drifted down into his crotch and began roving over the outline of his cock. He seemed to be growing hard already inside his pants.

"Val, you're so pretty," he murmured, breaking off their kiss and nuzzling her ear. His hand massaged her tit gently through her low-cut dress. He made no move to feel inside or pry her tit free.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm," she sighed, feeling very warm in her crotch all of a sudden. What was happening to her lately? She started to cream her pants after a couple of kisses. Had crazy Sid had that much of an effect on her?

She leaned forward, heaved her tits against Don's hands. Her dress was very revealing, the neckline cut so low that most of the inner globes of her tits were exposed. All through dinner Don had been trying his best not to stare at her cleavage. But it had been impossible to ignore. Now, as she changed position, the tits almost tumbled over the dress top.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm," she murmured, and she moved to one side quickly so that his fingers slipped under the material of the dress before he could do anything about it.

"Val, honey…" he breathed, suddenly finding a great deal of her tit in his hand. He squeezed the warm skin inside the dress and his fingers snaked down to cup one tit completely. Her long nipple scraped against his palm like a rough stone.

"Yes, oh yes! Feel them Don! Feel my titties!" The strap over her shoulder had begun to slip down her arm and most of her right tit was exposed. He was squeezing it gently, massaging her tit around and around.

"You're so lovely, Val. Oh God!" he moaned.

Her hand played about in his crotch still, but now she sought out the tab of his fly, tugged it down quickly. She reached inside, snaked her hand inside his shorts, curled her fingers around the steadily growing bulk of his prick. She tried to pull it out into the open but it was all caught up in his pants.

"Baby, let me take your cock out," she found herself saying. "I want to see your cock, Don. Please let me."

He was still busy playing with her tit. And now her other shoulder strap was slipping down her arm as her dress became more and more disarrayed. He moved over to the left one, cupped it in his fist, pressed the stiff nipple with his thumb. Her dress slipped low enough now to expose both luscious jugs.

Both her hands were in his crotch. One unhooked the top of his pants and folded them open while the other tried to haul his cock into the open. At last she managed to pull out the elastic of his shorts and wrangle his prick free. She began to tug it up and down with easy, steady strokes. His cock thickened solidly in her fist.

"Val… oh Val…" he wheezed.

He twisted a little in his seat, giving her more room to jerk him off. He glanced down briefly at her pumping hand, amazed at how gentle, yet expert she was. She obviously knew what she was doing with a cock. He wondered how much experience she'd really had.

"Don, feel me. Feel my pussy," she urged, and she slipped a bit lower in her seat.

Her dress had a slit up one side, and as the material slipped down between her legs one long slender brown thigh was exposed almost to the top. She felt like some horny teenager writhing about there in the cramped front seat of Don's car. But that was okay. She'd been way too shy and serious when she was young to do such things. Now she could enjoy them, having a little fun, maybe pretend she was a young teen again.

She thrust her crotch up at Don and he left her exposed tits finally and ran one hand up her golden thigh. She was glad she hadn't worn hose. There was nothing between Don and her twat but a brief pair of bikini panties. He shouldn't have too much trouble removing those.

His cock was growing steadily in her fist. It jutted out above the clasp of her fingers maybe four solid inches. She wanked him evenly, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure. Wet snapping sounds rose up from his crotch and the sight of the growing prick made her mouth water.

"Yes, feel my pussy, pull down my panties," she urged, watching as he raised her dress.

Her underpants were no more than a brief triangle of pale blue across her tufted crotch. Lacy blue strings snaked over her hips. His fingers touched the sheer material, felt the crinkle of the curly crotch hairs beneath.

"Oh Val… oh Val…" was all he could say.

"Take them off. Pull off my panties," she coaxed. "I want you to see my pussy. I want you to feel it."

He gripped at the tiny lace strings at her hips and pulled down gently. She lifted her ass to make it easy. And bit by bit her panties slipped down off her crotch, revealing inch after inch of blonde cunt hair. Soon the pants were stretched taut between the tops of her thighs, like a lacy rope. Then they were around her knees. Finally, they were hooked uselessly around one foot.

"Val… Val…" he murmured gazing into her hairy crotch. She had slipped low enough in her seat now so that her cunt was clearly visible. Her pussylips had already begun to crack open and he could see bright pink tissue shining at him.

"Touch it. Use your fingers on me," she begged. She really wondered at his slowness. Why did she have to give him directions this way?

He leaned over and stared into her crotch intently. His fingers stroked up her thighs, found the puffy slabs of her cunt lips, and pulled apart gently. The bright pink skin inside gleamed at him, the cunt hole itself formed into a small oval mouth. She was moist already, he could see that. The tissue was shiny and slick.

"Use your fingers. Finger-fuck me!" she pleaded, her voice suddenly growing tense.

Her fist had increased its pace on his cock and was now shucking up and down rapidly.

"Finger-fuck you?" Don repeated, glancing up into her lovely face.

He stared back into her gaping cunt, then cork-screwed his long middle finger inside. He sank it past the first and second knuckle till it was buried completely.