Ken Preston - Willing teacher

"Gotta make it," she cried. "Can't let you down, Rod. Not after how wonderfully you sucked me off. Come on, Rod, honey. I want to feel your cum pouring out of you."

Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her hips ground her hot clit against the hard base of his gigantic cock reaming so steadily in her juicing cunt. Her eyes were round and wild and glazed with lust. She flipped out, screaming, and dragged him down to the hard floor with her. Her heels drummed on his plunging ass. She grabbed his hips and stroked his tool with her creaming twat, twisting and mumbling under her breath.

"Goddamn!" she heard. Rod mutter. "This fucking chick goes out of her damn mind when she's going for a climax. Hold her down, Madge. Sit on her face. Anything! I'm going to screw this cunt until I make her come so fuckin' hard, she faints dead away!"

"Huh-uh! She'll chew my clit clear off if I let her get her mouth on me, Rod," Madge protested. "She's out of her head, for sure. Lift her ass up a minute. There. I got my finger up her asshole. Oh! I can feel your cock working inside her cunt."

"Wonderful. That's wonderful. Fuck my hole. I want more cock. More fingers up my butt," Ann chattered. She thrashed around, her hips humping up and down faster and faster, driving her asshole over Madge's finger and clenching her cunt muscles around Rod's straining cock.

"Oh, shit! Her pussy is milking the fucking cum right out of me. Look at it, Madge."

He leaned back, lurching up on his knees and holding Ann's legs wide apart so Madge could see how her cunt was opening and trembling and frothing around his cock. Without any warning, he felt his stinging load start to boil out. The hair stood up on the back of his neck when he heard the rising wail escaping Ann's parched lips.

"We're coming!" she babbled. "We're coming together. It's heaven! I can feel your cum burning my poor little hole. Aaaahhhh!"

Rod grunted and rammed his cock all the way home. It jerked and kept pouring more and more cum into the clenching cunt beneath him.

Ann suddenly twisted out from under him and lunged for his spouting tool. She jammed it into her mouth and sucked frantically on it, jacking his battered pole and sinking her thumbs deep into his cum-channel, milking out every drop. When he was dry, she rubbed his softening prick over her flushed cheeks and licked it up one side and down the other.

Rod sat on the carpet, looking down at her flushed face nestled in his lap. He pulled Madge up close to him.

"If you know any more cock-mad women like this one, please don't introduce me to them, Madge. One like her, every so often, is quite enough. If a man can be fucked to death, this is the female to do it!"

Madge rumpled his hair and kissed him. "You would rather die by easier stages… like when you and me fuck. Right?"

He smiled and painfully eased his tired cock out of Ann's clinging mouth. "I want to go just a little at a time."

Ann sat up and stretched. "Now I'm going to take my pussy home," she announced shakily. "And I'm going to soak it in a big tub of bubbles. And then, damnit, I'm going to see a certain high school principal I know."

Ann stretched out in the hot tub full of pine-scented bubbles and sighed contentedly. Even though she knew the feeling wouldn't last, her raging sexual hunger seemed temporarily satisfied.

She had grown used to always feeling horny, to the little tingles that zipped up through her every time she crossed her legs and the crotch of her panties teased into her moist slit. Ever since the first time she had her pussy filled with a hard cock, she felt she had been going through life at a dead run, searching for a man who could really satisfy her. She could not remember how many men she had fucked. Their faces and their thrusting cocks ran together in an erotic blur of confused images. She sighed again.

"You crazy nymph," she told her image in the tall mirror at the end of the tub. "You better get your act together. Fucking around with psycho teenagers and other women's boyfriends is no damn good. Your cunt needs a steady fucker of its own. It's high time you got your own personal stud."

Her fingers cupped her pussy, so soft and warm and still ultra-sensitive. Her clit promptly stiffened and began to clamor for more attention. She spread her legs and sloshed the warm bath water up her pussy hole, trying to ignore the itching sensations of her demanding cunt. She realized she was more than a little tired. It had been one hell of a Saturday. Already she'd had more cock than most women got in a month.

Then why did she still feel so restless? Why wouldn't her pussy let her relax, stop its throbbing way up inside?

"What I need is a good night's sleep," she told herself, standing up in the tube. But the towel drying her pink pussy made it so alive and hot, she knew sleep was not going to come.

Maybe she should call Greg again. If he was fucking that skinny twit of a secretary, he must be hard up for ass. But then, as principal of a high school in, a conservative town, he couldn't run around like a hot stud, picking up strange women. The wealthy, overstuffed matrons, who Ann knew really ran their community, would nail his hide to the wall out of sheer jealousy if he was seen too often in doubtful company.

"But I'm a teacher. Like he was before he became principal of Grover High," Ann told her mirror. She suddenly grinned. "I'm respectable! On the outside, at least. Those catty bitches might even approve of Greg dating me. If I wore a tighter bra, maybe."

She cupped her full white tits and ran her thumbs over her erect nipples. "Fuck that idea," she muttered. "The cups would drive me batty, pressing on my nipples."

She reached down and spread her swollen cuntlips, peeking at her erect clit nestled in the blonde curly bush. She suddenly giggled like a hot virgin schoolgirl looking in the boys' gym window, and bent over to whisper to her pussy, "Shall we call Greg?" She felt her cunthole contract, and watched her clit swelling fuller. "We will!"

She hurriedly dried herself and filled the bathroom with clouds of scented powder. "You are just a nympho, Ann Carter," she told herself. "But what the hell. You need him… and his cock. Go get him!"

She slipped into a filmy black see-through and ran a brush through her pussy fur. A touch of lipstick, and a few dabs of perfume, in just the right places. She could feel his strong cock in her already!

She flounced into her bedroom, her boobies bouncing. This was where she would bring him. She would fuck him silly, right there in her king-sized bed. She'd flip on the tiny silvery spotlights in her ceiling and watch herself getting fucked royally in the big mirrors that ran from floor to ceiling on either side of her bed. How different it would be from that frantic fucking on the hard floor of his office.

She stumbled over her camera and picked it up to toss it into her dresser drawer. A tiny germ of an idea began to grow in her hot mind. She remembered when she had previewed her selection of slides before the school board of young girls masturbating. Greg had very hesitantly asked her to run through them again. He hadn't been able to tear his eyes away from the screen, watching the tender girls fingering their clitties. And hadn't he said he loved to see a hot woman do herself? She would get him in bed with her and drive him bananas, fingerfucking her pretty pussy right under his hot eyes.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted her sexy thoughts. She absently tied the filmy robe around her waist and shuffled through the living room, preoccupied with her horny plans. She swung the door open and blinked in surprise.

"Hello, Ann." Greg was smiling at her. "You called, remember?"

She finally found her voice. "Oh, yes. This afternoon. Ah… I was just getting ready to come. I mean, to go. Out, that is."