Ken Preston - Willing teacher

"Dressed in that frilly black foofoo thing?"

"You… you make me feel stark naked, the way you're staring at me," Ann said softly. "Would you like… ah… a drink?"

"That, too," he grinned, following her swinging hips over to the tiny bar at the end of her long couch.

Her hands shook as she splashed scotch into two tall glasses. She felt she didn't dare look directly at him until she got herself under control. He was going to fuck her – right here, right now!

She could feel his eyes burning through the sheer fabric of her gown. Her nipples were achingly stiff. She wanted to get control of the situation, like when they were together in his office, but she was so damn hot and hungry for his cock, her mind was in a whirl.

He came up in back of her, standing at the bar. She felt his strong hands around her waist, tugging her back toward him. Her sensitive ass shivered when she felt the hard bulge of his cock pressing against her ass. She turned to face him, holding the drinks. Her gown, brushed open, and one rounded tit slipped out. His warm hand cupped it, his fingernail teasing her pink nipple.

"You have the most beautiful breasts in the world," he murmured.

The words slipped out in spite of herself. "Prettier than Jody's?"

"Oh, hell, yes!" he said emphatically. His mouth brushed over her pouting lips. He pulled back and looked down at her face. "Ah ha! So that's it! You're jealous of my secretary. Here, give me your hand. Feel. She never gets me that hard, Ann. Not even when she'd doing her damnedest to suck me off. She's just a young, horny kid who thinks she's in love."

"And you?"

He pulled her down on the sofa and put their drinks on the end table. His fingers tugged at the cord of the gown around her waist.

"It's you I keep thinking about," he said. "It's you I want. I can't stop thinking about that wild afternoon with you, in my office. I'm even getting used to walking around with wet shorts."

His eyes took in the deep cleavage between her trembling tits. He put her hand, palm down, on the thick, sturdy cock that moved so enticingly under the pressure of her fingers. Shivering with excitement, Ann melted into his arms and lifted her open mouth to be kissed.

When their long tongue-fucking kiss ended, her negligee had fallen open and her full, lush tits were standing out naked under his gaze.

"You are so lovely, Ann," he breathed, laying her down on the soft sofa. He pushed her gown away so he could admire the nakedness of her warm body. His head lowered, and he buried his face in the warm valley between her tits. He bathed her rigid nipples with his tongue before his lips moved over the smoothness of her dimpled belly. His tongue teased around in the soft indentation of her belly button. His hand reached beneath her, and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass, his fingers moved smoothly into the glowing firmness of her flushed skin.

Ann shivered ecstatically. This was so much better than the frantic makeout in his office. His movements were slow and sensuous. He took his time, enjoying every soft curve that led his fingers into all her secret turn-on places that she wanted him to explore. Her mouth went dust-dry with excitement, but she could feel her pussy flowing like a mad river, trickling warm juice down her shaking thighs. She yearned to get her hands around his cock, but she forced herself to wait, to let him lead the action.

She felt him spreading her legs and kissing the softness of her thighs. His wet tongue traveled down her smooth calves, over her trim ankles, licked gently over the soles of her wriggling feet and moved, slowly and teasingly, back up her legs toward her hot cunt. She gasped out loud when his searching tongue-tip grazed over her raging hot clit.

"Mmmnnnmmm," she moaned. "I'm going to melt and run all over this couch, Greg. Lick me. Oh, please, lick me!"

His warm mouth covered every single inch of her pussy, his tongue swirling around in the slick, heated flesh of her dripping cunt. Her hips lifted her cunt tighter to his mouth. When he began licking just the very tip of her clit with his talented tongue, she whimpered and gave up trying to delay the delicious orgasm that her nerves demanded.

"Greg, darling… help me. Suck my clitty harder. Push me over the top. I have to come. Have to! Just once. Just one tiny little come."

"It's too soon. Wait, like I am. Let it build up," he said, rolling her gently over onto her stomach. He pressed his face into the yielding depths between the cheeks of her ass. Ann shook from head to foot when his wet tongue licked around and around her sensitive asshole. He slipped one hand beneath her and swirled his thumb tip over her clit.

She began to pant and squirm and mumble incoherently. Strong flashes of electric current jolted up her spine and spread a foggy haze over her eyes. He turned her over again and spread her shaking thighs with his strong hands. His mouth closed over her cunt again. He lapped at her juicy pussy, letting the sweet flow seep into his strongly sucking mouth.

Ann's body writhed and twisted in ecstasy on the yielding sofa. Her hands clenched his hair and pulled his head tighter and tighter to her wet cunt.

"Eat me. Oh, Christ! Eat me. Your mouth on my cunt is driving me nuts. I want to fuck, Greg. I want you to fuck me. Right now!"

He knew her climax couldn't be put off a second longer. He probed deeply with his strong tongue, fucking her hole with it. He sucked her more and more strongly as her heels beat a mad tattoo on his back and her hips bucked and mashed her cunt against his mouth.

"Ah, ohhhhhhh! I'm coming, Greg, I'm commminnnng!"

Her cunt hole convulsed around his out thrust tongue. Her frantic climax made her shake and cling to him for long, long moments before her arms slid from around his neck to lie limply on the cushion. Her eyes slowly opened. Her fingers brushed through his wavy hair. She sighed softly.

"You eat my cunt like no man I ever met," she whispered. Her eyes were misty and wide. "Greg, let me undress you. I want to suck you so badly I could cry."

He kissed her but shook his head. "I can do it quicker. My cock won't wait any longer to get into that soft cunt of yours."

He stripped naked. His long cock jutted out below his flat, hard-muscled stomach, twitching with his eagerness to fuck her pink cunt-tunnel.

Greg crouched between her widespread legs, his rigid rod coming closer and closer.

Ann trembled with anticipation. As his cockhead nudged between her slippery pussy lips, her hips slid down on the cushion. He was in her with one swift, long stroke.

"Oh! That feels so fucking good," she moaned. His stiff boner spread her cunt-walls as it sank into the depths of her steaming hot pussy. Her legs wrapped tightly around his body. She felt the stiff fullness of his cock pulsating in her cunt.

"Mmmm… ah… now, now… don't move," she whispered. "Hold it still in me. You feel so alive in there. I love the way you throb inside me."

She could sense the hot blood coursing through the distended veins in his cock. It surged and quivered with every strong beat of his heart. Ann found she simply could not hold still. She began slowly rotating her hips, making his prick stir around in her pussy. His hips drilled his swollen shaft in and out of her writhing twat.

"You are so fucking hard and so fucking good in me!"

He began driving harder and harder, fucking her with long rhythmic thrusts. His fingers slid into the soft quivering crack between her hot asscheeks.

"Yes! Do it! Push your fingers up my ass!"

As her hot butt squirmed down hard on his probing fingers, he massaged her puckered entrance more rapidly. Ann's voice rose in a tiny little-girl squeal of delight when his thick middle finger slipped in knuckle-deep. He plunged his finger rapidly in and out of her asshole as his cock fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt.