Tim McGee - The Lusty Teacher

He moved closer to her. She pushed back into the corner of the couch. She looked at him in bewilderment, then came close for his kiss. It was a good kiss. It was a very good kiss. He was immediately hot to fuck and curious to feel her big tits. He wanted to see how soft they really were. He almost rushed it when he cupped one clumsily.

He had to play it cool because he knew other guys had made eyes over her big cans. He had to come in through the back door to make sure he stayed in her house of pleasure. She could not help but wonder why he was not groping over her chest. Was not that the reason he had come tonight?

Actually, he really did not freak out on big breasts, but he could get off into a trip over boobs Miss Harris' size. Her sweet breasts would be just that much more sugar in the pot, so to speak.

He began to work on her in a hurry before she changed her mind. She might be the wishy – washy type who loved to talk themselves out of doing "nasty" things.

"I shouldn't let you do this," she said. "That's one of my problems. I don't know how to say no. You just have to touch me and I'm all yours." Her voice sounded like it came from a distance, like from a well – guarded place deep within herself. "Is that what Bobby told you about me? That's it, he probably told you that I'm a pushover."

He had learned from his dad a long time ago never to intervene when a woman is fighting with herself – lay back and wait. She did not want him to see how desperate she was to fuck.

"Golly, you sure have nice breasts."

"I'm glad you didn't call them tits. I hate that. But thank you. They're too big, though."

She protectively dropped her right arm across her peaks. He had to prove to her that he was not a kid, and he came here to fuck and not horse around. He firmly moved the arm aside, and almost cruelly squeezed her right tit. She shriveled up in pleasure like a sun – dried plum.

"Oh, Gawd, I've been waiting so long for you to do that. You just don't know how I dream of you, Billy Fitz."

"Oh wow! I don't believe it. I – I never thought… you know what I mean, I wanted you too. But I didn't think you wanted me in the same way as I wanted you."

"Billy, don't talk, just take me. Just this once have pity on me."

She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the couch. Her hands brazenly guided his bands over her tits.

"Feel me. I love to have them squeezed. It feels so lovely when a man does it. Nothing happens when I do it."

Again her voice was not directed to him specifically; it could have been any man off the street moving her blouse off her shoulders to see her play – pretties.

She was genuinely embarrassed for a moment when he saw her mammoth – sized breasts exploding over her bra. They were a shock to his eyes. Seeing them that way, bubbly swells of honey mounds, turned the ballgame completely around. Bingo! He saw now what the other boys boasted about. Miss Harris had knockers so majestic that they sprung right up and kicked you in the eye!

He just could not believe a woman could have that much cleavage. The bra was a super job designed to the last detail to hold as much as possible in. Her breasts had to measure a good thirty – nine inches.

He reached back to unsnap the bra. He fumbled in the dark. She obligingly offered to do it. "Here, you better let me unsnap it. This damn thing is a bother…"

Her tits dropped like a flash of lightning that illuminated the room. She was deeply tanned and the better portion of her breasts were milky white topped by perky, chewy red nipples. He captured one and moved it around her chest. It was full and heavy, and just touching it made his penis harder than a rock!

She removed the blouse and bra and threw them to the floor. She looked as if she was thinking: "Well, let's see where this takes us. It doesn't matter if he's good or not, as long as I get mine." Her lips drew thin, her eyes smoldered in desire.

Her auburn hair made a beautiful halo around her sleek bronze shoulders, and her white breasts hung down like grapefruits, like headlights glowing in the dark.

Bill felt down her legs to her center. The moment he touched her pussy she started to squirm. No pretense. She was a hot nymphomaniac.

His dad had told him to always be a man. So he cleared his throat and spoke up. "Let's get you out of this skirt."

She stood up. There was something sexy about the way she unzipped her skirt. She looked relieved to be free of it.

He saw how pretty her ass was. Her panties were damp enough to cling to her buttocks. Her ample butterballs sat in them nicely. It was sexy to see how the material had slid up the crack of her ass. She turned around with both arms across her chest.

"Where's your bedroom?"

"Upstairs. I guess the couch would be sort of uncomfortable."

She led the way out of the living room into the hall and up the stairs. To the left, straight back, was her bedroom in the rear of the house. The moment he walked in he felt her sexual presence. It was like being in a spider's web, and wanting to be there, but scared to death the pussy was going to be too good.

A waterbed was against the wall under the side windows. She pulled the blinds to let the moonlight in.

Bill could not believe how good Miss Harris was at sucking his cock. When she went down, she went down! Most girls had mouthed his cock as though they were obligated to do so. If you had an abnormally large cock, they were happy to take the sting out of it so it would fit their cunts. Some girls would blow you off just because they did not want to fuck you. Not Miss Harris. She looked as though she really enjoyed eating his meat. She played her role of educator very well, but behind dosed doors, she put the male first. In the privacy of her home, with nobody looking over her shoulder, she did not fuck around with her personal kicks.

At first she stretched his penis along his thigh without touching the crown. She wanted to see just how long she could make it. She got off on king – sized cocks. What a surprise she must have gotten when his penis stretched to its full, massive size. She lurched back and looked up at him with sexy blue eyes, as if to say: "You should be ashamed of yourself." He became embarrassed. All his life he had been teased about the.size of his cock. His buddies gave him nicknames like "Elephant Walk," "Bull," and "Tree Tops". And to see her stare at him as if he was a living freak threw him for a loop. Was he really that huge? He looked down and tried to measure his cock in his mind. His dick was the same length as her face from forehead to chin. Then a totally different look came over her face. One that might have said: "I'd better get into eating this cock. After all, how often does one get the chance to suck on a truly gigantic prick?"

He heard her smack her lips and he shuddered as from a shock of electricity. Her mouth opened and he closed his eyes in anticipation. It was like a hot oven had captured his dickhead, hot and juicy. She put just the slightest pressure on his dick. She gagged it and let the goodness simmer a bit. She wanted to see if he liked her mouth. "You're a beautiful lady," was all he could say. They both waited while his dickhead surged as large as a good – sized apple. When the crown was as hard and sensitive as she wanted – she began to swish her tongue around the ridge without opening her mouth.

He shoved it into her mouth until the tip of his prick was deep down in her throat. Her gentle fingers slowly pushed him back, to let him know she could not take deep shots too often. From that point on he knew this was going to be the best flicking he had ever had. She wet his crown and let it pop into her mouth. She got off on seeing it wiggle like an uncontrollable wild thing.

She pushed his legs wider apart and settled down to really get into it. She grasped it with both hands and smoothed her face along the shaft. The side of her face was still another intensity of heat. Her beauty meant nothing in comparison to how she adored his penis. She did not need the make – up now, the hours of setting her hair. None of that mattered now. All barriers were down. The door was locked tight.