Tom Allison: The teacher_s incest urge

"Unggghhh," Angela murmured. Quickly, she felt the thickness of Rich's prick boring into her pussy, her cunt walls separating around the invading shaft of his cock. Angela took in a deep breath and eagerly began to hump her ass, forcing Rich's dick to slide all the way up her sucking cunt tunnel.

"I want to fuck her so baaad," Rich sighed. He shut his eyes and placed his hands loosely on Angela's lithe, girlish hips, as if he was pretending that she was Mrs. Talmadge. "I just know she'll be a really juicy fuck. I'll bet she's like a wild woman once she gets going. I can just see it – oh, Christ – those legs wrapped around my back, humping her ass up into my prick! Ahhh, God!"

"Fuck me, Richie!" Angela whined. With all of his dick throbbing inside of her pussy, she feverishly began to buck her little ass up and down, fucking her cunt over his cum oozing prick. "Awwww, yes! My pussy's so hot! Fuck me haaaarrd!"

Rich smiled secretly to himself and dug his fingers into the rounded white cheeks of Angela's ass. Smoothly, he ground his hips off of the bed, ramming his stiff, slippery dick into the buttery wetness of her fuck hole.

"Harder, Richie! Fuck me hard!" Angela cried. She clawed at his chest and humped her ass as fast as she could, like a bitch-dog in heat. "Fuck my cunt, Richie! Fuck my cunt! Unhhh, yes, make me cum!"

"Betty," Rich whispered. His eyes were tightly shut; Angela could sense the incredible burning stiffness of his cock, twitching and jerking in her pussy. "Oh, Christ, Mrs. Talmadge! Oh, Betty! Ohhh!"

"Squeeze my titties!" Angela demanded. She grabbed Rich's hands and pulled them up to her jiggling breasts, wrapping his fingers around the firm but small, milk-white globes. "Pinch my nipples, now! Awww, yes! Fuck me hard! I'm gonna cum! I'm so close, Richie, fuck meee!"

"Betty," Rich muttered. He pulled at Angela's nipples and thrust his hips up off the bed stabbing his aching prick into the enveloping wetness of her pussy. His dick was as hard as it could possibly get; Angela knew he was close to cumming too.

Suddenly Angela felt a burning, exquisite heat blooming in her pussy. Quickly, the heat spread through her entire body, tingling in her nipples and cunt, making her pussy lips suck tightly around Rich's cock.

"Cumming, Richie!" she shrieked. Feverishly, she bucked and humped on top of him, fucking her cunt as hard as she could. "Unggghhh, yes! Aww, God, yes! Fuck me! Cuummiinng!"

"Unh, Betty!" Rich grunted. "Unh, fuck… ahhh!"

Gushers of jism exploded from the fat purplish knob of Rich's cock. It was the biggest cum he'd ever had with Angela, more than her pussy could possibly take.

Again and again the hot white cream squirted from his slit, spurting violently into her cunt. Angela lowered her head and watched in shamelessly entranced fascination as the jism bubbled out of her fuck hole, running in a wet stream down her spread thighs, dripping luridly onto the cum-stained sheets.

"Oh, yes! Wonderful, Betty!" Rich whispered. "You're such a fantastic fuck! Mmmm!"

Angela giggled and shook her head. She wasn't really jealous, at least not seriously. He'd had a crush on Mrs. Talmadge for months now, and tomorrow he had his first private appointment with her. If she'd been in the same position, Angela knew she would have been horny too.

Particularly, Angela thought with a resigned sigh, if the woman in question was as stacked as Betty Talmadge!

The bedroom was white, gamely furnished and immaculately clean, as if it belonged to a nun. A double bed was centered on the black shag rug, the headboard against the pale plaster wall. Over the headboard was a framed photograph of Walter Talmadge, Betty's late husband, with her son Phil and daughter Sally.

A light fuckered on, illuminating the room. Betty Talmadge walked unsteadily to her bed, dragging a man behind her.

Betty was extremely drunk. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bloodshot, her breathing erratic. The man she pulled into the room was as drink as she. His name was Bill Grannan. He was a handsome executive in his late thirties – Betty's age – a childhood friend. Tonight Betty was determined to get Bill, to fuck her.

A year had passed since Walter's death, and Betty hadn't gotten laid once since then. For the past three months, she'd been so horny she could hardly see straight. Masturbating, once a rare, shameful indulgence, had become a regular habit. For three weeks now, Betty had been finger-fucking her aching, oozing pussy at least three times a day.

When Bill had called to say that he was in town, taking him to the bar had been an irresistible impulse. Both of her teenage children were out for the night; what harm could it possibly do? At the bar they'd talked over old times, had more than a few highballs, and gotten completely sloshed.

Now Betty's dress was wrinkled, and the shoulder strap had come off, exposing several plump white inches of her huge left tit. When Bill had tentatively placed his hand on her thigh in the bar, she'd brought him home as fast as she could.

"Take off your clothes," Betty muttered.

She lurched in Bill's direction and made a vague effort to unbutton his shirt. "I want you naked… on my bed. I'm going to fuck you."

"Trying, for Christ's sake," Bill mumbled, tearing his shin. "Got a hard-on like a fucking rock!"

Betty glanced eagerly at the crotch of Bill's pants. The swollen, throbbing lump she saw there made her nipples stiffen under her expensive dress, and the fabric of her panties moistened with her flowing fuck juices.

Bill had a long, thick prick. She could tell how big his dick was just by seeing it beat in his pants. If she'd known what a nice rod he had, she would have fucked him in college, Walter or no Walter!

Betty kicked off her high-heeled shoes and started to struggle with her dress. A minute later it was lying in a heap next to the bed, leaving her clad in only her bikini panties and lacy white bra.

"Jee-sus!" Bill gasped. His eyes widened with mingled lust and surprise; he stared transfixedly at the mouth-watering voluptuousness of Betty's body. "Goddamn, Betty! I never knew you were built like this! Jesus fucking Christ!"

"You know now," Betty replied simply. She reached behind her neck, undid the clasp of her bra and let it flutter to the floor. Her enormous breasts jiggled and wobbled across her delicate rib cage, the big red nipples stiff with her desire.

"Like my tits, Bill?" she asked salaciously. She cupped them and padded barefoot to him across the carpet. "Are they as nice as you hoped they'd be? God only knows, you used to look down my blouse often enough in college!"

Bill shook his head dreamily, his hairy, naked chest heaving with lust, his big cock pulsing in his pants. Betty fell to her knees before him. Hungrily, she wrapped her hands around the throbbing lump of his hard-on.

"Now I get to see if you're nice, too," she purred hotly, squeezing and kneading his burning prick. "I'll bet you didn't know how much I used to stare at the bulge of your prick in college, did you? We were all supposed to be such nice girls in college."

Bill was too entranced with the size of her tits to say anything. In one fluid motion, Betty pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees, exposing the blood-swollen length of his prick.

Betty gasped. Bill's dick was even bigger than she'd hoped, with a set of tight hairy balls and a plum-colored, cum-dripping knob. Whimpering, she wrapped her hands around it and squeezed it, sighing as she felt the hot pink flesh pulse against her palms.

"Oh, God, Bill, it's so beautiful," she whispered. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've seen a man's prick. You're a married, so you couldn't know. It's been so long and hard on me since Walter died. Oh Bill, I have to suck it! I want to suck your cunt so much!"