Nick Eastwood: Hot horny teachers

The three teenage boys busily chatting in the hall fell silent as a beautiful woman strode by. She was tall, long-legged, with a fantastic figure, and her gleaming chestnut hair fell to her shoulders. She flashed the boys a smile, and they stared after her till she walked out the front door of the school. Then they all sighed.

"Wow, that Miss Lester is something else, isn't she?" one of the boys said.

"Tell me about it," another groaned. "Man, what I wouldn't give to make it with her."

"Forget it," the third boy said wistfully. "You know she's engaged to Mr. Grant."

Sharon Lester would have been flattered if she'd known about that conversation. She was fond of her students, and she hoped they liked and admired her. At twenty-five, she still considered her career as an English teacher the most important thing in her life. For a long time it had been the only thing in her life. But now there was something else that really mattered to her forth coming marriage to the high school science teacher and track coach, Bob Grant.

Sharon smiled as she thought about her incredibly attractive fiancee. Bob was thirty, successful, and had never been married before, and Sharon knew she was fantastically lucky to get him. She was choosy about her men, which was why she'd never gotten seriously involved with anybody before, but now she'd found the man of her dreams. Everything seemed to be coming together for her at last.

As she got in her car to drive home, she longed to be with Bob, but she wondered if she had time. She was due to leave that evening for a three-day teachers convention in Los Angeles, and she really ought to get right home, shower, and pack for her trip. As she passed Bob's house, she sighed. Her pussy felt so hot and swollen, and a nice hot fuck session with Bob was just what she needed. But she couldn't risk missing her flight, she decided, so she reluctantly drove on home.

Still, in the shower, she couldn't get her mind off Bob. They'd just gotten engaged a few days ago, and that was when they'd fucked for the first time. Sharon had been reliving the incident ever since. It had been a long time since she'd fucked a man, and she'd never had a better lover than Bob. She could hardly wait to repeat the experience. If only she didn't have this damned trip to make! But her fellow teachers had elected her to represent them at the convention, and they were counting on her. She'd just have to try and forget Bob for a few days.

That proved impossible to do. After her shower, Sharon wandered naked into her bedroom and lay down on the bed, feeling so horny she was almost moaning. Her hand wandered automatically to her hot moist pussy, and she began to rub herself there, just as she'd done on many lonely nights for the past ten years and more. Sharon had always liked to masturbate, and she saw nothing wrong with it. She'd been satisfying herself that way since she was very young. She sawed a stiff finger back and forth over her clit while she thought about her fiancee.

It had been last Sunday afternoon, as Bob brought her home from a picnic, that he'd proposed marriage and Sharon had eagerly accepted. He'd presented her with a diamond ring and a kids, and it was the kiss that got things started. He'd never kissed her quite like that before, snaking his hot tongue into her mouth and probing around, running his hands hungrily over her body. Sharon was no virgin, but it had been a long, long time since she'd been fucked, and as Bob began caressing her, she shivered with lust and felt her pussy goings steaming-hot and soaked with cream.

She knew in that moment that if Bob really came on to her she wouldn't resist him. She melted against him and kept her lips open and yielding, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue. Her cunt was leaking a steady and uncontrollable stream of juice that soaked right through her panties. She'd been so preoccupied with her career most of her adult life that she hadn't realized how starved she was for steady sex. Now she knew…

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, "uuummmmmmmmm."

Bob broke the kiss and said somewhat hoarsely, "Honey, if you're feeling like I'm feeling, then maybe we'd better go in the bedroom."

Sharon got up from the couch without a word, took his hand, and led the way down the hall to her bedroom. Up to now she and Bob had only held hands and kissed a few times. She'd been very cautious, because when she finally committed herself to a man she wanted to be sure he was the right guy. Now she knew that this was the man for her – and she could hardly wait to fuck him. Hot juice was seeping down her thighs as they entered the bedroom.

Bob took her by the shoulders and looked at her intently. "I want you to understand something," he said gravely. "We don't have to go all the way. If you want to wait till the wedding night, okay. It's up to you, Sharon."

"Bob, I love you for that," she smiled, "but we don't have to wait. I want you as much as you want me."

He broke into a big grin of relief, and Sharon could see why. The fly of his pants was enormously tented. He pulled her against him and gave her another steaming sensuous tongue-kiss, and she felt the rock-hard bulge of his cock against her mound. That nearly drove her crazy with lust. She'd almost forgotten how great it felt to have a man's stiff prick probing her cunt. She shivered with lust as Bob finally broke the kiss and carried her over to the bed.

"I've been thinking about this moment for six months," he leered.

"You naughty thing," Sharon grinned.

He laid her down and began undressing her as if she were a great big doll. That was how he'd always treated her, protectively and with respect, and that was one reason she loved him. She seethed with longing and kept eyeing the huge bulge at his crotch as he removed her sandals, jeans and shirt. He reached around her to unhook her bra, and she felt her nipples go rigid with arousal. He drew the bra off and stared hungrily at her melon-sized tits.

"Fantastic," he breathed.

Sharon felt outrageously turned on, lying there in just her bikini panties while her handsome fiancee ogled her big firm tits. He bent low, stuck out his tongue, and gave her nipples a few teasing passes. She gasped and creamed like crazy. Her red nipples stood up stiff, throbbing and gleaming with his hot spit. He grasped the waistband of her panties and began inching them down, and she could hardly keep from whimpering with need.

Bob slowly unveiled the glossy dark brown triangle of her bush, then whisked the panties down her long shapely legs and drew them off. Sharon deliberately parted her thighs a little to show him the moist red flesh of her pussy, and he gave a horny shyer. She was usually a reserved and controlled person, but today she felt like a wanton slut. She smiled invitingly at Bob as he stood beside the bed and ogled her voluptuous body.

Then he started taking off his clothes. It drove Sharon wild. He was the high school track coach, and he was in super condition, but she'd never seen him naked before, and she could hardly wait. She was hotly aroused by his broad, hair-matted chest and his hard muscled arms and legs. He had a nice flat belly and trim hips. But of course one part of body captured her interest more than any others. She was practically panting with eagerness as he peeled his jockey shorts down over his hard-on. It seemed to take forever, but at last he stepped out of his shorts.

Sharon stared with undisguised hunger at his wrist-thick cock. He was fantastically hung, much to her delight. His stiff prick was a good eight inches long, rigid with engorgement and bulging with blue veins. Glistening bubbles of juice were oozing from his piss hole, and his tautly swollen balls were thickly furred with dark coarse hairs. His cock was so stiff it didn't even quiver as he slid onto the bed and reached for Sharon.