Ken Preston - Willing teacher

"Hey! Get dressed, Jody, baby," Ann told her. "The party is over. Go with Billy. You can attack this man in his office, if you want to, but for the rest of this night, he's mine. All mine."

Jody went in search of her clothes. Ann pushed her principal onto the sofa and sat close, leaning against him with a happy sigh. They eased off into half-sleep, exhausted from all the frantic sex.

When they woke, they were alone in the quiet apartment. The room was brightening with the rays of the morning sun.

Greg stretched painfully, every muscle in his body protesting.

"Will you make me some coffee?" he asked.

"I certainly will. If you make me, first," Ann teased. "Right here on my sofa. Right now!"

He sighed in mock despair. "You drive a hard bargain."

She laughed and pulled him up over her. "You drive a hard cock!"

He looked down at his pulsating cock, surprised. "What do you know? Well, waste is sinful, as my mother used to say."

Ann's legs parted smoothly to cross over his back and pull him tightly to her. Without a single guiding touch, his long cock eased into her moist hole. She shivered ecstatically and lifted one tit to his mouth. His tongue encircled the stiff tip as his cock slid deeper into her welcoming cunt.

They fucked the whole morning away. And the afternoon. And the evening. They took coffee breaks and shower breaks, and eyen found a few minutes to scramble some eggs. But she never let his cock escape her hungry pussy for more than a few precious minutes. They couldn't seem to fuck enough, even though Ann's cunt became puffy and sensitive. And somehow, no matter how often Greg came, his cock promptly swelled full again and found its way back into her warm cunt.

"It'll be hell having to go back to work," Greg said.

"That's your penalty for being so damn good-looking and so well-hung… instead of being rich," Ann laughed.

"How right you are," he grinned. His cock sank out of sight in her wet cunt. "How right you are!"

For Ann, Monday was a bummer. So was Tuesday – and Wednesday! Her mind wandered. After the fantastic fuckfest over the weekend, her pussy was primed for action, but she wasn't getting any. She felt hollow and empty, as if she hadn't had a hard cock in years and years. It didn't help to see Jody running off after every school day, hanging onto Billy on the back of his Honda. Greg was always so damn busy and so tired at the end of the day, he begged off seeing her.

Somehow she dragged through the dull week, her pussy raising hell every time she crossed her legs and her panties rubbed her clit. By Saturday morning, when she awoke from a restless night, she knew what she had to do for herself – or go plain batty.

Her hand brushed over her sleek, naked body until she was touching the soft fluff of hair covering her damp cunt. Her fingers slipped inside her pussylips, and she felt her hot flesh coming alive. In another moment she was trailing her fingertips over the bump of her clit. She pressed. Waves of pleasure rippled inside her. She increased the pressure and the speed of her teasing fingers.

"Ummmmm… ooooh… mmmm," she heard herself murmuring. The faster she rubbed her moist scarlet nubbin, the better it felt. Her cunt responded to the stimulation with a flow of hot cream. She felt her pussy swell and moisten even more. Her middle finger dipped into her cunt and withdrew slowly. Her snatch quivered with anticipation of more. She caught her breath. How long had it been since she'd played with herself this way?

She rubbed faster on her wet, throbbing cunt. Her pleasure mounted in quick, dizzying spirals, making her cunt gush a flood of thick slippery juice. She slid her middle finger deep into her hole. Her finger moved like a miniature, cock, up and down in a swift fucking motion that brought her hips up off the bed. With another finger in her hole and the rest raking her cunt, her hips began to rock with frenzied motion.

"Mmmm… Greg, I need you. I want you here watching me!"

Her hot clit swelled up fat and stiff as she frigged it harder. Her cunthole gripped her fingers. She panted and moaned. It wasn't like getting balled, but her pussy was still driving her up the wall.

She moved three fingers together, up and down her silky tunnel. She seized her clit between thumb and forefinger and began to twist and tug the slippery stiff nubbin of erotic flesh.

"Aaaahhhh," she moaned, her legs drawing up tightly to her belly. Her orgasm belted her so powerfully, she almost slid off the bed. Her cunt spasms went on and on, rocking her body, blasting her belly with convulsive contractions of her strong muscles. Her cunt creamed all over her fingers.

"Mmmmmm… Mother!" she groaned. "I'm so damn hot. If I don't get a man today, I'll frig my pussy bald!"

She suddenly straightened out on the rumpled sheets. What had she just said to herself? Get a man. As much as she loved to fuck with Greg, if he wasn't available, another hard dick would have to do. But whose?

The bedside telephone jangled in her ear. She picked up the receiver quickly, praying it was Greg calling her. But it was Rod Anderson's deep voice rumbling over the wire.

"If you have no plans for the weekend, Ann, thought you might like to take a trip up to Starshell Beach with me. It's on the coast, up past Santa Barbara."

"What about Madge?" Ann asked. "Is she coming, too?"

"Nope. Doesn't dig the great outdoors. It's sleeping bags in the open back of my pickup truck. Campfires and hotdogs. If you don't mind, Freddie's coming along. He's my boy. Eighteen. Got to be more of a companion to him, since his mother died."

Ann lay with her less spread wide, fingering her pussy. She could almost feel Rod's immense cock pushing into her damp bole. "I'd be delighted to go. And we'll see that Freddie has a good time, too. I can be ready in no time at all. Bye."

She hung up the phone and let out a whoop of joy. Now she was going to get fucked! All night long! And in a sleeping bag out under the stars. She was dressed in a rough shirt and jacket and button-fly man's jeans long before Rod and Freddie came by in their truck.

It was a long, drive up the Coast Highway to Starshell Beach. Ann grew restless. Her pussy itched and burned so much, she could hardly sit still.

Freddie proved to be a handsome, stocky boy, with a bulge in his brief shorts that made Ann's fingers twitch. He was so quiet and shy, he would hardly say a word. But Ann noticed he kept staring at her full titties bouncing under her shirt, and he would reach down and rub his cock when he thought she wasn't looking. Ann began to get horny ideas about the young boy.

The setting sun made a blaze of color on the crashing surf as they sped along the highway. Ann pointed out the window and said to Rod, "Isn't the ocean beautiful?"

He looked out, and Ann's hand pushed down on Freddie's muscular bare thigh as she sat up straight in the seat. Her palm slid up his leg, pushing the edge of his shorts a little higher. Her stomach did a wild flip when she felt her hand brush against the bare head of his cock. It burned like a flaming hot poker on her hand. She glanced quickly at his face and saw him swallow hard and blush. His prick swelled, snaking out of his shorts and expanding under Ann's pressing palm.

Ann's mind raced. She felt guilty about teasing the youngster, but she couldn't make herself take her hand off his leg. She felt Freddie's short, wide cock growing harder and harder. Fucking his father was one thing, but Ann wasn't at all sure Rod would approve of her fooling around with his son. Probably, there wasn't too much communication about sex between the two.

"The sun's rays are awfully hot for so late in the day," Ann murmured to Rod. "This jacket is too much."

She slipped out of it and tossed it over her lap, making sure it covered Freddie's crotch, too. She snuggled close to Rod and rubbed his leg.