Steven Golden - Hot sucking teacher

"Ohhhhhh yes!" she groaned, appearing as satisfied as if he'd sank his thick cock into her. She closed her eyes and sank lower in her seat. Her fist gripped his prick like a lifeline.

He started drilling his finger back and forth in her pussy, doing just as she asked. With two fingers of his free hand he held her cuntlips open as wide as he could. She was oozing a thick syrupy juice and soon his whole hand was soaked and sticky.

"Like that! Oh yes! Finger-fuck me!" she moaned. She licked her lips and breathed heavily.

She was quite a picture sprawled out there on the front seat. Her dress was draped loosely around her waist, leaving her tits exposed and heaving on her chest and her crotch completely uncovered. Her legs were split wide for him, the tufted gash of her cunt damn near turned inside out.

Her red mouth was open and moist and her tongue flicked this way and that. The dark blue shadow daubed over her eyelids glowed like two bruises. She rolled her head from side to side and her lovely blonde hair fluffed out on either side of her face in tight little ringlets. His balls churned just to look at her.

And as if that wasn't enough, her fist was wanking him with quick, expert tugs. He felt a mild panic rise in him. He wouldn't be able to hold back his jizz for long, certainly not long enough to get his cock inside her. He wondered, what was the best thing to do. If only she wasn't jerking him so quickly.

"Val… honey…" he groaned.

He had been cork-screwing his finger around and around in her cunt but now he paused, glanced into her face quickly. He wanted to warn her, to stop her. But he found he couldn't talk.

He pulled his finger from her greasy cunt, leaving the pussy lips gaping wide. He made a move to grab for his cock, to wrest it from her hand, but he stopped almost as soon as he'd begun. There was a delicious melting sensation in his balls and he found himself unable to move, unable to speak. He knew he was going to come any second and all he could do was gaze at his straining cock as it writhed in her fist.

"What's the matter?" she croaked. Her head stopped its rolling and her eyes came into focus. Her cunt felt so cold and empty.

"Nnnnn, nnnnn," he moaned. His hips lunged back and forth, forcing his cock in and out through the tight cradle of her fingers. He bent over towards her.

Her eyes followed his to the tip of his cock, and while they both watched, a giant silver jet of cum shot out from the tight slit. The jet splashed across one thigh and ended up on her hip. On the way it crossed the hairy triangle of her cunt bush at an angle, decorating the tufted mound with a pretty string of white. The cum hung across her crotch hair like a twine of wool.

"Oh my," she whispered, not shocked, not surprised, just interested. Her fist never once lost its jerking rhythm on his exploding prick.

A second streamer of jizz fountained up from his cock. This crossed the first one at an angle but fell a little lower, so that it drooled down the inside of one thigh and slithered in a messy rope all over her gaping cunt. Part of it hung in her cunt hair like wax, but most of it dribbled down onto the ragged pink folds of her cunt skin, making them shine.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh," she whimpered, and suddenly she tugged his cock closer, aimed it deliberately, at her split crotch. She watched the cockhead anxiously for more spurts of cum.

Two jets fired off in rapid succession, both of them smacking directly onto her gaping pink cunt. The wads of spunk dripped down over the bright pink cunt lips and into the crack of her ass. Some cum slipped inside her, directly between her swollen pussylips. The hot cream gave her pussy a greasy, varnished look.

"Nnnnnn, nnnnnn," he groaned, watching helplessly as his cock spurted its white load over her crotch hair and cunt. He felt his balls sizzling in his crotch.

"All over my cunt. All over my hot cunt," she murmured.

And as she tugged on his cock another wad of spunk spurted free, bounced off the top of her thigh and landed like the early jets in the tangle of her pubic hair. It slopped down further, all over the left side of her split-wide cunt.

She slowed down her hand movements at last and primed his cock slowly, allowing the cum to drop and drool free lazily. Spunk oozed from his cocktip, dangled from his cock head in steadily stretching strings, then fell splattering to her belly or into her pussy hair. Her crotch was a mess of wriggling silver cum lines. Her cunt hair was matted with jizz, heavy and wet with it. Her cunt itself drooled knots of cream.

"All over my cunt. Steaming hot jizz, all over my aching cunt," she whispered, almost to herself.

Val hadn't taken her eyes off his spurting cock all this time, but now he had quit spurting she stared at her clogged cunt hair and tilted her head to gaze at her drooling pussy. She seemed fascinated with what had happened.

She tugged on his oozing prick, milking out the final dregs of his climax and letting the goo drip into her crotch. His cock was growing soft in her fist. Finally she let it go, reached her hand into her crotch, felt all the thick wads of cum hanging off her cunt lips. She rubbed the cum into her pussy, raised her face and smiled at him.

The last class of the day on Friday was a rough one for Val because she had to put up with Bob Talbot and a couple of his goon friends. They always disrupted her class and made it damn near impossible for her to teach. She had a lot to learn about classroom discipline, she realized, but Talbot and his friends were making things especially difficult.

She decided to have it out with young Talbot once and for all. She suspected he wasn't as dumb as he made out to be and that most of the time he was just showing off for the others in the class. If she could talk to him alone, get him away from his friends, she suspected they might get on well together. It was worth trying.

One thing she didn't like to admit was that she found Talbot very attractive. He might be ill-mannered and self-centered, but he was dark and lean and very sexy. He was muscular without being heavy. He had long legs and a trim ass. He also had a way of looking at her that made her feel slightly uncomfortable, as if he was undressing her in his head.

He stayed behind after class, as she had asked him to, but she was strangely shy with him and couldn't really get across what she wanted to say. She had meant to appeal to his intelligence, to try to communicate with him on an adult level. Instead she found herself staring into his dark eyes and sneaking little glimpses into his crotch.

He smiled at her the whole time, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on her. But he wasn't loud and didn't try to show off the way he did in class. He was very quiet, very sure of himself, and he answered her questions softly and politely. At the end of their pointless little talk he even walked her back to her office.

"I know I should try to behave better in class and everything," he said finally, surprising her. The halls were nearly deserted as they neared her office. "I know how upset you get. But I can't help it. There's just something about you that brings out the punk in me. You're too nice or something."

"Too nice?" It was funny, Val thought, how she felt so much younger than he. And now he sounded like he was about to give her some older-brother-type advice.

"Yeah. When someone is real nice, there's always someone who wants to do dirty things to them. It's the way things are."

Val found herself breathing deeply. And once they were at her office door she urged him inside, closed the door behind them. She shared the poky little office with Barb, the French teacher, and she was glad that so far this year Barb had always left right after class. She barely used the office, except in the mornings, and Val usually had it to herself.