Steven Golden - Hot sucking teacher

And as he watched a thick wall of silver slime fell from her lips and slopped heavily over the still spurting spike of his cock. Great gooey ropes of jizz drooled over her pumping fingers, webbing them together. Silver cum strands flopped into his dark crotch hair.

She held her drooling mouth inches above his twitching cock head and her fist never once lost a beat on his straining cock shaft. Another long silver jet spurted up, straight between her gaping lips, only to tumble back down off her tongue almost at once. She smacked her lips together, trying to retain as much cum as possible. But she lost gobs of it.

He moaned deeply, half out of his mind at the sight of his prim little teacher spewing globs of cum from her mouth. She was so enthusiastic. She wouldn't give up, wouldn't back off. She stayed right where she was, inches from his spurting cock, letting wad after wad of sizzling jizz shoot into her mouth. She didn't seem, like the same woman she was in the classroom.

She tugged on his cock one more time, and a final jet of slime spurted free, again directly between her gaping, waiting lips. This one she caught in time. Her lips closed and she tilted her face back slightly, forcing the cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed deeply, sucking down a great jelly-like mess of spunk. Then she closed her lips over his cockhead one more time.

"Eat it all! Suck down all my cum!" he pleaded. He stared at her with glazed eyes.

Val milked out the dregs of his cum with her pumping fist, sucking out the last of the slime, drawing it deep into her throat. Her head bobbed slowly and her fist squeezed his cock. And only when she was satisfied he had no more jizz to shoot did she lift her smeared mouth off his bloated cock head. She glanced down at his reddened prick affectionately.

And then she turned her face up to look at him, and she smiled, as if he'd just done her some enormous favor. Strings of silver cum slopped from her lips and drooled down over her chin. Spunk dangled from her chin in long elastic ropes which danced weirdly from side to side as she moved. Her lower face was wet and shiny and spangled with gobs of white.

"I don't believe it! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he gasped, completely drained. He sagged back in his chair as if he'd run some great distance.

"You like that?" she smiled. "Did I suck your cock real good?"

There was to be a party on Saturday night at a rambling old house owned by Roger Kerr and his girlfriend Jean. They were both teachers and had lived together for years in various houses before finding the present one and renovating it. According to the gossip around school, their relationship was pretty well over but they still liked working on houses together. Jean was about to move out into yet another old place and Roger was going to help her fix it up.

Sid Cooke was a good friend of Roger's and he insisted that Val come with him on Saturday night. She hesitated. There would be lots of other teachers there and quite possibly Don Keller would show up. She wasn't sure she wanted Don to see her in Sid Cooke's company. He might get discouraged and not ask her out again. He was so sensitive.

Sid insisted she come. In fact he showed up at her apartment on Saturday afternoon with a gift for her which made it impossible to turn him down. It was a beautiful, slinky evening dress that must have cost a fortune. He wouldn't allow her to refuse it. He also handed her a box of sexy underwear that he wanted her to wear. She picked the items out of the box one at a time and looked doubtful.

"You want me to wear a garter belt?" she cried, fingering the beautiful white lace underthings. The belt itself was embroidered with lacy flower patterns. It was soft and light and looked very expensive.

"Fucking right. And the stockings too. But no pants. Positively no fucking panties. I want you bare-ass there tonight. But I want to be the only one who knows it."

"But this dress is damn near all the way up to the crotch! If I change position or sit a certain way my whole crotch will be bare!"

"That's the whole point. It has to be daring to be fun. And you have to be able to flash your pussy at me every so often. I insist on that."

"What! Sid you must be crazy… I can't go around a crowded room flashing my pussy at you! Other teachers will be there. Mr. Higgins the principal may be there!"

"I know. Should be fun. We might get bored if we don't do something, Val. It's just for you and me. No one else will know."

"Sid, you're a pervert. These things will make me feel like a whore."

"So what? Don't you ever want to try something a little bit daring? Let loose! Have some fun!"

He had left her then, and in spite of herself she'd stripped naked in her bedroom, snaked the garter belt around her waist and hauled the sheer white stockings up her golden thighs. She stared into her full-length mirror, scarcely believing the effect the sexy underthings had on her idea of herself. She didn't feel like a whore at all. She felt more like one of those gorgeous models in the men's glossy magazines, the ones who stretched out on beds and gazed longingly into the camera.

She was beautiful, there was no denying it. And with a shy giggle she clambered onto her bed, pulled back the coverlet, and romped about there for a while in front of the mirror, trying out various sexy poses. She stuck her pretty ass up in the air and ruffled her blonde hair into the pillow, staring back at herself with lust in her eyes. She lay on her back and kicked her legs in the air, watching the way her big tits rolled back and settled on her chest.

Then she knelt up in the tangle of sheets, hooked her arms in back of her head, ruffled her hair. She raised her chest, thrust out her tits and spread her thighs wide. She loved the way the white stockings ended at the tops of her golden thighs, and the way the slender white suspenders snaked up her thighs to join the garter belt. Her blonde pussy was framed perfectly in the space between.

She noticed suddenly that her cunt was cracking open. A tiny flower of pink skin had poked its way between her pussy lips and was growing, expanding below the tufted V of her crotch hair. Shyly, she reached down, planted her fingertips on her outer cuntlips. She pried them apart, staring into the mirror the whole time. And the lovely inner folds of her cunt flopped into view.

She groaned suddenly, sparks of lust jumping up into her belly. What was happening to her? Sid seemed to know just, what to do to keep her off balance. Only minutes ago she was determined not to do as he asked. It was sexist and insulting. Now she knew she would; she would go to a crowded party wearing a daring dress and nothing underneath but a garter belt and stockings. She would definitely not wear panties. Did Sid know more about her then than she did herself?

Sighing deeply, she skipped off the bed and peeled off the sexy underwear. If she didn't stop herself now, she realized, she'd spend the entire afternoon rolling about on the bed, masturbating. She had things to do, shopping to get done. It would be best to save all her horniness for the evening. After the party, if she knew Sid, he'd have something planned for the two of them. She'd wait and see what it was.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening she filled up with various chores. She tried to keep her mind off sex. And in particular, she tried not to think of Don Keller and whether or not he'd be around to see her with Sid. It was too much of a pain to have to worry about such things. If he saw her he saw her, that's all there was to it.

Later in the evening, wandering in and out of the chattering knots of party guests, she was glad she hadn't worried. There was no sign of Don anywhere. She began to relax. And after two glasses of wine, she caught Sid's eye across the room and winked at him. He was watching her closely.