Nick Eastwood: Hot horny teachers

"Yeah, baby, do it to me," he leered, "give me some action."

Sharon leered right back at him. She was enjoying being in charge for a change, dictating the speed and rhythm of their fucking. She started out with a slow, sensuous space, teasingly gliding her velvet-lined cunt up and down the granite column of his cock, but her greedy lust soon made her speed up. She started fucking him fast and hard, slamming her pussy down till his prick hit her womb. Jim was grinning broadly the whole time.

"Good for you, Jim?" she leered.

"Baby, this is fantastic," he sighed. "I just wish it never had to stop. But…"

"I know," Sharon said, sighing, too, "the damned clock."

Determined to get him off once more before he had to leave, she fucked at him hard and steadily, tightening her cunt to make red-hot friction. Jim appreciated her efforts, and he also appreciated the fantastic view he had from his position. He could watch her beautiful face contort with pleasure each time his cock hit her molten depths. He could watch her big melon-shaped tits bouncing and swaying as she fucked him. Most exciting of all was to watch his thick blue-veined cock plowing in and out between her hugely stretched cuntlips. His rigid hard-on was dripping with her cream. He felt his excitement rising to fever pitch.

"I'll take the wheel now," he leered.

He grabbed her by the waist and started fucking into her like a pile-driver. Sharon gasped and then moaned in ecstasy. She'd really gotten off on fucking him, but this way they could do it a lot harder. And she craved to be fucking hard. She still hadn't begun to satisfy the raging lust in her pussy. Now she threw her head back and wailed in ecstasy as Jim hammered his massive hard-on in her hot little cunt.

"Unnnhhhh, yeah, baby, really give it to me," she yelled. "Fuck the living shit out of me."

Jim gritted his teeth and struggled not to come, wanting to prolong his pleasure till the very last second. He sensed he wouldn't have many chances like this in his life. It wouldn't be too often that a fantastically beautiful girl eagerly took him to her motel room and fucked his brains out. Jim loved his wife and thought she was a terrific mother, but often he wished she was a bit more adventurous and responsive in bed. That was why Sharon was turning him on so much. She loved to fuck, and she wasn't ashamed to show it.

"Ahhhhhhhh, Jim, it's heaven," she wailed, her eyes screwed shut, her head lolling back. "Give it to me hard, I'm almost there."

He fucked into her as hard as he could, making her whole body shudder with the impact. Her long dark hair flew, and her big tits swayed and jiggled. His pile-driving cock was forcing the cream from her cunt in thick hot spurts. He could feel her tightening her cunt around his cock as she got closer to coming, tightening till it was like a velvet vise. He didn't think he could hold out a second longer as her flaming-hot pussy hole began sucking at his cock, forcing the jizz out of his balls.

"Awwwww, shit, I'm gonna come," he gasped.

"Me, too, Jim," Sharon sobbed, "just give it to me real hard, punish me with that big hard cock."

Jim roared and fucked into her so hard the bed rattled. Her cunt clamped hard around his jack-hammering cock, and he felt his meat soaked with a scalding rush of juice. Sharon's gorgeous body stiffened for a second, then began to buck and sway as a violent orgasm ripped through her. She threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy.

"Ahhhhhh, God, I'm coming!" she wailed. "I'm coming so damned good!"

Jim took one last lusty look at her before he screwed his eyes, shut and began pumping his load into her womb. "Take my come, baby, aaaggghhhhh!" he roared.

"Give it to me, cream me good," Sharon sobbed.

Jim felt like his guts were being emptied out, he came so long and so hard. When he finished, his steaming jizz was overflowing her crammed cunt and streaming down her thighs. Sharon gave him a grateful grin as she crawled off him, and he turned to look at the clock. He had exactly one minute to dress and get bak to his patrol car. With a yelp, he leaped out of bed and fumbled for his clothes.

"It's been great, honey, but I have to run," he panted.

"I know, Jim," Sharon laughed as she helped him into his uniform.

She let him out of the room and removed the 'Do Not Disturb' sign, then went to take a shower. Just as she was stepping out of the bathroom, there was a knock on the door, and then the same motel maid as before walked in. When she saw Sharon, she smiled, not at all upset about their previous encounter.

"Have a nice time?" she asked.

"Mmmmmm-hmmmm," Sharon sighed. "Wasn't he a hunk? I just met him by accident a little while ago. Maybe it was crazy, but I just had to have him."

"Honey," the maid laughed as she began to change the sheets, "at your age I would have done the same thing. And it's nothing compared with some of the stuff that goes on in this place."

"Oh?" Sharon said, her interest picking up fast. "Like what?"

"Every way there is to make it, they'll do it," the maid said. "When you work in a motel long enough, you'll end up seeing it all. The next few days are gonna be pretty wild, I can tell you. These teachers are something else. I've seen them at conventions before, and they're wilder than anybody."

Sharon grinned as she listened. She found the information fascinating. So teachers were the biggest swingers of all when they were away from home? She could believe it. And now it was time to go out and connect with some of her fellow swingers.

The second night of the convention was a little more business-like than the first, and Sharon was kept fully occupied taking notes and attending meetings until almost ten o'clock. After that she headed for the hotel lounge and a double martini, wondering if she'd even bother to look for a man that evening. It might be a better idea just to turn in early because she had such a full day ahead of her.

She quickly changed her mind when she spotted a very handsome, distinguished looking man looking her way. He was in bit fifties, well-built, with silver hair, and he was better dressed than most of the delegates to the convention. And he was obviously interested in Sharon. Her lust returned in full force, and she flashed the man a smile. He picked up his drink and walked over to her table. Up close, he was even better-looking than she'd first thought.

"Hello," he said, "my name's Tom Blakely. Would you mind some company?"

"Not at all," she replied. "I'm Sharon. Won't you sit down?"

After half an hour's talk, she'd learned all she needed to know. Tom Blakely was a principal, very successful and popular in the little Oregon town where he worked, and he was a happy father and grandfather. There was just one sour note in his life. His wife considered herself too old for sex. She'd never been terribly interested in sex to begin with, but now she refused to have anything to do with it. Unfortunately, Tom was still very much interested.

"And that," he sighed, "is the reason I'm having an affair with my secretary."

Tom had been drinking quite a bit, and he told Sharon things he normally would have kept secret. But he seemed to understand that everything he said was safe with her, that they'd never see each other again after tonight. He told her all about his secretary, a rather homely but hot-blooded woman in her thirties, who was everything he wanted in bed – except good-looking. His wife, on the other hand, was beautiful but frigid.

"If I could just combine the two of them," he sighed, "I'd have it made." He downed his drink and looking longingly at Sharon. "What about you, Sharon? Are you frigid?"

Sharon had to laugh. "No, Tom, I'm not." She smiled.

"How do I know that?" he replied. "I bet you're putting me on."