Nick Eastwood: Hot horny teachers

"Ohhhhh, baby, that's good," she panted, "your big cock feels so good in me."

"Your hot little pussy feels good, too," Bob leered.

Her cunt was fantastic – tight and hot and slick with juice. He shoved his hands under her churning ass and began to fuck her in steady rough rhythm, plowing to her cunt – with each hungry thrust of his cock. She matched his rhythm with her jerking hips, working her juice-filled pussy up and down the steel-stiff shaft of his cock. She was everything he'd hoped her to be, lusty and uninhibited, a woman who loved to fuck and didn't mind showing it.

"Unnnhhhhh, Bob, it's so damned good," she whimpered. "Fuck me forever, baby, don't ever stop."

Bob wished it could be that way, but he knew they were both too turned on to last. Soon they were going at each other like rutting animals, growling and snarling and slamming their bodies together to get red-hot friction between cock and cunt. Sharon was the first to go into orbit, screaming in ecstasy as a violent orgasm blasted her body. But Bob was right behind her, howling with bliss as he flooded her womb with molten jizz.

"Unnnhhhh, I'm coming, whhaaahhhhh!" Sharon wailed.

"Ahhhhh, fuck, shit, aaaggghhhh!" Bob bellowed.

It had been a marvelous fuck, Sharon reflected now, as she lay on her bed playing with herself and re-living every second of the experience. And she'd been right – masturbating just didn't do it for her any more. If she hurried over to Bob's place right now, they could fuck before she had to catch her flight. She leaped to hex feet, threw on some clothes, grabbed her suitcase, and ran out of the house. In minutes she was pulling up in front of her fiancee's house.

She was so dizzy with lust, she almost stumbled as she hurried up the front walk. Thank goodness Bob's car was in the driveway. She'd have gone crazy with frustration if he hadn't been home. She just wouldn't rest till she felt his big hard prick plowing in her lust-inflamed cunt. Without bothering to knock, she flung open the front door and barged inside. Then she stopped short and gasped.

Bob was home, all right, but he wasn't alone. He was standing with his back to her, and he had his arm around a girl. His arm was around her trim waist, and she was leaning her head on his shoulder. She was a very pretty girl, slender, young, with long honey-blonde hair. She was just raising her head and starting to give Bob a kiss on the cheek when Sharon burst into the room. Bob and the girl whirled and stared at the unexpected intruder.

"Oh, my God," Sharon gasped.

In that split second her whole world came crashing down. Bob had won her, he'd gotten through the barriers that no other man had penetrated – and now this! It looked as if all along he'd had another girl on the side. Bursting into tears, Sharon angrily wrenched off her engagement ring and threw it at his feet. She hurried for the door, stumbling, almost blinded with her tears of rage and humiliation.

"Sharon, honey, wait," Bob called after her. "You don't understand."

"Oh, I understand, all right," she spat, "and the engagement is off. I don't ever want to speak to you again."

Bob kept calling after her as she raced down the walk, but she didn't listen. She jumped into her car and drove to the airport, trying to calm down and sort out her feelings. She still had to attend that teachers convention and write up a report about it. She owed that to her fellow teachers. With half an hour left before her flight, she ducked into the airport bar and ordered a double martini. That helped a little in calming her down.

But nothing could take away her bitterness about what she'd seen, about what Bob had done to her. And to add to her trouble, she was still achingly horny. Bob had awakened a lot of powerful needs and instincts which she'd kept buried. Now those needs had to be satisfied, but how? She no longer had a man.

"Oh, my God," Sharon sighed. "What am I going to do?"

During her flight to Los Angeles, Sharon found a solution to her dilemma. Since she obviously couldn't trust men, she'd give up on love and marriage. But she wouldn't give up sex. She'd just leave affection out of it and fuck any attractive man who came on to her. There was no reason to do without, she decided, even if she was soured on men for the rest of her life.

With that bitter resolution in mind, she landed in Los Angeles and headed straight for the nearest airport bar. The convention didn't begin till that evening, and her motel room was already reserved, so she was in no big hurry. She decided to relax with a martini while she struggled to get Bob out of her mind. She was still having some trouble with that. All the more reason to find another man to have fun with, and to find him fast.

She'd hardly had a sip of her drink before another martini arrived. "Where did that come from?" she asked the cocktail waitress.

"The gentleman at the end of the bar sent it," the girl replied.

She indicated a very attractive man in his thirties. He was tan, well-built, and had thick dark hair and mustache. Sharon knew she'd have no trouble getting turned on to him. She gave him a smile and he picked up his drink and walked over to her table. As he approached, she ogled his body frankly. He was in very good shape – probably worked out every day. He paused beside her table and gave her a polite smile.

"Hi, my name's Ross," he said. "Want some company?"

"I'm Sharon," she said, "and yes, company would be nice."

They chatted and she found out Ross was a salesman who traveled around a lot and had never been married. He sounded like a strictly one-night stand, which was exactly what Sharon was looking for. She didn't want to get involved again. Involvement only meant getting hurt. So Ross seemed like the perfect way to begin her new life of sexual freedom. She didn't discourage him when he ordered another round of drinks.

"What about you, Sharon?" he asked. "Ever been married?"

"No," she said, "and I never will be."

"You sound bitter," Ross said. "A beautiful girl like you will surely get married some day."

"I don't have time for it," Sharon said coldly. "My career comes first."

"Okay, okay," Ross smiled, patting her hand, "I see I've hit a sore spot. Let me try another question. Have you given up on sex, too?"

Sharon had to laugh. "No, I haven't, Ross," she said. "Why do you ask?"

"As if you didn't know," he grinned. "Your place or mine?"

It was that easy. Sharon, who'd been avoiding casual encounters and quick sex all her life, was astonished at how simple it was to get fucked. She agreed to go to Ross motel near the airport, and five minutes later they were in his room taking off their clothes. It happened so fast that Sharon didn't have much of a chance to get aroused. But Ross was a very experienced lover, and he sensed that something was wrong. He waited till they were naked, then hugged Sharon and rubbed her back.

"Easy," he said soothingly, "I know something's bothering you. I bet you had a fight with your boyfriend."

Sharon nodded but said nothing, not wanting to talk about it to Bob.

"Okay," Ross went on, "I'll make you a promise. In thirty seconds you're going to forget all about the guy? Okay?"

Sharon nodded eagerly, hoping he could make good on that promise. He scooped her up and carried her over to the king-sized bed. He laid her down and arranged her with her knees bent and her legs wide open. Then he crawled between her legs, and she felt his hot breath fanning her naked pussy. Her interest picked up very fast. Then she felt the first delicious touch of his tongue on the swollen flesh of her cunt and she whimpered with excitement and began to cream.

"Go ahead," Ross challenged, "try to think about your boyfriend."

Sharon could have cursed him, for right away that unwelcome vision popped back into her head – Bob with his arm around that lovely strange girl. But the vision vanished just as fast as it had come, as Ross began whipping his big hot tongue up and down over her juicy red line of her pussy. His tongue raked deliciously over her most sensitive places, her swollen clit and the creaming mouth of her cunt and even over the puckered opening of her ass. She couldn't think about Bob when she was feeling such fantastic sensations.