Tim McGee - The Lusty Teacher

She ate him as she would a lollipop, with precious pink lips that never seem to quit. Up and down she rubbed her face against his stock, until finally she licked all the way up and gorged on the crown.

"Oh, it's good, baby. Lie down. I want it inside me."

They climbed on the waterbed, splashing around, getting comfortable. Bill took a deep breath and kissed her hard. He was holding a lot of woman, her breasts flattened out against his chest. He kissed her neck and shoulders and brought his lips down, to her navel. He put both hands around her thighs. His mouth was above her pussy and she felt his hot breath. Before she could encourage more, he was licking the lobes of her thighs, going from one to the other. At first it was titillating to her, then it became more intense as his wet tongue played over her clitoris.

Her legs opened and his tongue stabbed into her pussyhole the way a cock would. She held his head and squirmed her hips to make her cunt juicier. She fucked his tongue and soon he was frantic and slurping her juices. He was such a dear, sweet, darling boy, so eager to please.

"Not so hard, honey." She was jolted when he had gotten carried away and bit her cit.

"Ohhhh… I'm sorry."

"Stick your finger in it… twirl it around a little for me. That's it. We want to get it good and juicy so that big dick of yours will get in."

He rose up and stuck his prick into her pussy. She cried out loud. Then the pain subsided and he was a good long way inside her vagina. A smile crossed her lips, having such a beautiful union, discovering that she could hold his entire length in her pussy. Her pussy contracted and played havoc over his shaft, bathing it in her hot juicy fluid. She drew her legs up and over his back to take more of his cock, stealing it from him by degrees, taking all of it, raping it of its strength, letting it drive in and out, stroking, burning, throbbing to be pinched in the most heavenly feminine funk imaginable.

"Gawd, you sure can fuck good. Do you like me, Billy?"

"Oh, oh, oh…" he huffed and puffed, "… best I ever had."

She felt the way his body trembled, and held on with his deep intrusions. That sensation gave her pleasure and she reached up and kissed his ear, then blew into it. "Oweee, Billy. Gawd, you're so strong. I love it, I love it! Get all you want, sugar."

He raised up to his knees, still keeping the flicking going. He wanted to see what she looked like on her back. The moment he saw her large tits rolling over her chest, he reached forward. He grabbed them both and began squeezing and shaping them into cones. The sight of their fullness made his cock surge with ever more strength. He was filling her now, stuffing her with his entire throbbing dick. She reached down and pressed hard into her belly. "I can feel it going all the way up here," she told him, hoping he would lighten up a little bit. But she had invited him over to fuck, and he did not care if he was ripping out her insides. He was sorry but the pussy was just too good to sweet – fuck.

Still hovering above her, he brought his right hand down to tease her clitoris. He had done this with some of the younger girls and it drove them crazy. He was anxious to see what effect it would have on Miss Harris. He touched it and she made a squawking sound in her throat and drew up. The expression on her contorted face said that she had gotten her first climax. Her face flushed red and he felt his dick being propelled nearly out of her tunnel.

"Oh… keep your hand on my cit. I have this problem..I cum so often that it pushes the penis out of me. I know that's no fun for you. But if you keep your hands on my clitoris it opens up my pussy more. And it doesn't hurt so much, when you go so deep."

He kept banging away and she shut up long enough to have another orgasm.

"Oh wow, let me catch my breath. That second one was a goodie. I can keep going off like this forever and ever – "

"I dig your tits, baby."

"Do you? While you're fucking me like this? Does it turn you on?" She began to cup and squeeze them for his delight. "Okay, I don't mind, but it feels better when you do it. But you can't very well rub my clit and squeeze my tits at the same time. Aren't they monsters!" she giggled like a school girl and pointed a nipple at him.

He raised both her legs higher and bent them back to her chest. He smoothed the sides of her shanks and gloried in her symmetry. Her pussy seemed to get tighter, which made his penis all the harder.

"I'll try not to cum so much," she said. "But it's so damn good."

"You can cum as much as you want. It doesn't bother me." And it did not, because he was getting his fill, hitting all her distant corners where the hot sensations were buried deep.

"You don't mind?" She was surprised because most older men resented her having multiple orgasms.

"That's why I am here, Miss Harris."

"You love to fuck, like me, hub? Okay, I like it all the way in where it hurts. Sometimes I like to be punished – it makes me feel like I'm into my subservient role." inadvertently she squealed and had another orgasm.

He rammed it to her, again and again, harder and deeper, until she was nearly slobbering at the mouth, gasping for breath. He put his tongue in her ear and milked down her titties.

He felt himself going off slowly and she locked her legs over his back and would not let him go, aware of how he was straining to hold back the explosion. She whupped it to him so good that he became weak – too weak not to let it all come down. A rush of hot, boiling semen was shooting down the tube of his penis. He had never in his life experienced an orgasm quite so soul – stirring.

It was after two when Fran returned home from her date. She lit a joint downstairs before going up to bed. She turned out the hall light and went upstairs. There was not a light under Linda's door so she presumed that she had flaked out early. She went into her room and settled into bed. She thought about Frank before she began to drift into a nice sleep. Then she heard the dull splashing sound of Linda's waterbed going a mile a minute. She sat up and listened more carefully. Sonofabitch! Linda still had that kid in there, fucking him to death. She heard Linda moan once or twice and squeal loudly. She had to be getting plenty of good dick to make her carry on so. Usually Linda was fairly conservative in bed.. Maybe Bill Fitz was the puppeteer who could pull Linda's string.

Fran laid back down and masturbated herself to sleep, listening to Linda going off every two minutes.

Friday morning was a bright, sunshiny day. It was a top – down day for sports – car enthusiasts, and Alice Jones had her top down, impatiently waiting for the signal light to change at the intersection of Elm and Arlington streets.

"Hello there, Alice! How are you? You're looking well."

Oh damn! That Mr. Fitz again. Oh God, how he bored her! He and all the other old men like him; walking, talking, hungry, sticky cocks! Sitting beside him was that floozie he had paid to screw. A lot of nerve this man had, parading a common prostitute around like she was royalty.

"Good morning, Mr. Fitz. And how are you this bright sunny day?"

Alice then fixed her gaze straight ahead to discourage any further conversation. Then the traffic moved forward and Fitz was right alongside of her in his convertible.

She went down through the gears and zoomed ahead onto the highway. She tried to relax and enjoy the day. The beach would be beautiful this morning. She had woke up with a burn that was hotter than fire in her pussy. She just had to get out of the house. Okay, so she was out of the house, but where did an older woman go to get screwed?

This morning while dressing she had admired her reflection in the mirror and asked herself: "Why do you let yourself suffer so?" Her eyes darted to the mirror and swept over her luscious body. She examined every inch of herself and concluded that she was not a bad – looking woman.