Nick Eastwood - Hot horny teachers

"Oh, would you like me to prove it?" Sharon said impishly. "Come on up to my room and I'll show you I'm not frigid."

She swallowed the rest of her drink, got up, and left the lounge without a backward glance. Of course she was taking a chance, but she was ninety-nine per cent certain that Tom would follow her. Sure enough, when she got into the elevator, he was right behind her, flushed and surprised-looking. They were alone in the elevator, but he didn't grab the opportunity to touch her. He just stared, his eyes wandering up and down her statuesque body.

"You're putting me on, of course," he said finally.

"Why don't you come to my room and find out?" she said mysteriously.

He accompanied her to her room, and she closed the door behind them and put on the chain lock. Then she began to take off her clothes. Tom sank into a chair and stared at her as if he just couldn't believe what was happening. Sharon could understand that. It must seem pretty unreal to have a beautiful young girl take him to her room and strip for him, promising to prove to him that she wasn't frigid. It clearly wasn't the sort of thing that happened to men every day of their lives.

By the time she got down to her bra and panties, Tom was sitting on the edge of his seat and breathing harshly. His handsome face was flushed, and his eyes were hot and glassy with horniness. Because he was leaning forward, hands in his lap, Sharon couldn't tell if he was getting a hard-on, but she wasn't worried about it. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra and let it slip down off her arms. Tom's eyes widened at the sight of her magnificent big tits.

"I hope you're not just putting me on," he said hoarsely.

"You keep using that expression," Sharon smiled. "Why?"

"Because this is too good to be true," he said.

Still smiling, she began to inch down her panties. She could hear his heavy, hard breathing. She moved closer and closer to him, till his breath was fanning her bare belly. She give him a close up view of her slowly unveiled bush, then she turned and popped the panties down over the firm little globes of her ass. She let go and allowed Tom to tug her panties down the rest of the way. She stepped out of them, naked except for her black high heeled shoes, and turned to race him again.

"Stand up, Tom," she purred, "and I'll help you undress. That is, if you want to get it on with me. Do you?"

"Is the pope catholic?" Tom sighed.

He stood up, and Sharon carefully removed all his expensive clothes. It was a drag taking off that three-piece suit and all the trimmings when she felt so impatient and horny. When she had him nakcd to the waist, she ran her fingers through the thick mat of curly silver hairs that covered his broad chest. Her fingers trembled with excitement as she completed stripping him. The crotch of his shorts was lewdly tented, and she carefully peeled the garment down over his hard-on.

"See what you did to me?" he said hoarsely.

"Mmmmmmm, nice," Sharon purred.

His thick cock was long and rigid as a steel post. It lay flat against his belly, and it drooled hot gobs of cream. Sharon felt famished at the sight of it, and she dropped to her knees before him, stuck out her hot little tongue, and began lapping up his salty juices. As her juicy tongue played over the sensitive head of his cock, Tom groaned and shivered. He laced his fingers through her thick chestnut hair as she tongued his cock.

"Christ, that turns me on," he sighed.

"Come on over to the bed, and I'll turn you on even more," Sharon promised.

She licked up the last droplet of cream from his piss hole, and then they climbed onto the bed and Tom pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, working his tongue around in her mouth. She wantonly rubbed her soft bush against his stiff cock, and she felt her pussy swelling and creaming and growing fiercely hot. She could hardly wait to take Tom's rigid prick into her greedy little cunt. She kept writhing against him as he kissed her, and when he finally came up for air, he looked at her wonderingly.

"My God, you're really horny, aren't you?" he said.

"Mmmmmmm, I sure am," Sharon sighed, grinding her bush against his cock.

"I don't understand it," he said, "a beautiful girl like you having to pick somebody up in a bar."

"Don't look the gift horse in the mouth," Sharon said.

"I'd hardly refer to you as a horse," he laughed.

He started kissing his way down her body, pausing to lather her big red nipples with his hot spit, tonguing the soft cones till they swelled into long stiff buds. When her nipples were rigid, he kissed his way into her bush, then up and down her inner thighs, and then all over her body, kissing and tonguing till she was squealing with excitement. He acted like he wanted to eat her up. She was his fantasy come true, a girl who was both beautiful and lusty.

"Mmmmmmmm, Tom, you're driving me wild," Sharon panted. "You just have to fuck me, baby, fuck me now."

She'd learned that he was normally a very reserved and dignified man, as he had to be in his job as a principal. But now he was hot-eyed and panting, his face flushed, his silver hair tousled. He rolled her onto her back and she eagerly parted her legs wide and bent her knees, offering him her juicy red cunt silt. With a growl of lust he crawled between her thighs and socked the big hard head of his prick into her tight but elastic cunt mouth. She moaned with anticipation.

"Yesssss, stick it in meeeee," she hissed. "I can't believe this," he groaned.

"Believe it," Sharon gasped, thrusting hungrily with her hips.

She clung hard to him, clawing his broad shoulders, and shoved her juice-slick cunt down the rigid shaft of his cock, too impatient to wait for his thrusts. She managed to take his thick throbbing prick almost to her womb. Then he caught up with her. Shoving his hands under her lustily grinding ass, he began to fuck into her strongly, plowing deep and cramming her full of hot hard cockmeat. Sharon threw back her head and wailed with delight as she took the rough thrusts of his big engorged prick.

"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, that's it," she moaned, "fuck me good and hard, Tom, really give it to me!"

His eyes were glazed over, and he was grinning as he fucked her, obviously having the time of his life. Sharon was glad to give him pleasure because he sure as hell was giving her a good time. Even after that delicious fuck with Jim, she was nowhere near satisfied, and she knew she'd have trouble going to sleep unless she got off a few more times. She was glad she'd picked up Tom in the bar. It might have been more sensible to turn in early, but she could be sensible when she got home again. In fact she wouldn't have a choice.

"Do it to me, do it to me," she chanted, working her hips to the rhythm of his pistoning cock. "Unnnhhhhh, Tom, that feels so damned good."

"I'll say it does," he panted.

Each time he sank hit cock into her, sheathing the swollen meat in her juicy, gripping cunt, he gave a grunt of pleasure, and he could feel his prick throb and swell. His jerking shaft rubbed her clit, giving her hot jolts of pleasure, and his big hairy nut sac slapped and spanked her sensitive asshole. She was being deliciously stimulated all over her pussy, ad she was loving every second of it. She matched each deep lunge of his cock with a greedy upward thrust of her hips.

"Ahhhhhhh, yessss, fuck me, Tom, don't ever stop," she moaned.

She wished they could fuck all night, but already she was spinning helplessly towards climax, her boiling lust demanding to be satisfied. She arched her body higher and higher, taking his jack-hammering cock as deep as she could get it, and she steadily made her cunt tighter, creating more red-hot friction. She was creaming heavily, the molten liquid overflowing her crammed cunt and gushing down the crack of her ass. Soon she was teetering on the edge of a consuming orgasm.