Ken Preston - Willing teacher

He looked at the camera in her hands and blinked like an owl. "I dunno…" he muttered hesitantly. But his zipper slid down and his pants hit the floor. Ann's hot eyes were riveted to the huge white cock that bounced in the air below his T-shirt. It looked as thick as her wrist! His round knob glowed, healthy and pink with the blood coursing hotly through his throbbing dick.

He looked down at his cock bobbing up and down, uncertain, as though he wasn't too, sure it was his to play with. His hand closed around his thick shaft and gave it a timid tug.

Ann had unbuttoned the two top pearl clasps on her blouse, while he was staring at his dick. Now his eyes widened when he looked at her deep cleavage and saw how her full tit mounds were exposed.

"What… what should I do?" he mumbled. The swaggering, cocksure kid who bedeviled the girls in the halls was acting like a timid virgin.

"Just do whatever you do when you get hot and play with it," Ann smiled at him. "The pictures should look natural."

She reached out and turned him so that the sun shone directly on his swollen rod. He was actually trembling!

Ann knelt down, focusing the camera on his dick. He stared into the soft valley between her tits and his hand abruptly stroked his cock. His firm flesh peeled back from his smooth, pinkish cockhead.

"Squeeze," she prompted him. "Run your cock through your fist. Yes… mmmmm. That's exactly right. My," she breathed, "you certainly do have a big one!"

He grinned and stroked a little faster. His free hand pulled his T-shirt up over his belly, and he tilted his hips so he could look down and see every inch of his rigid cock jutting out from his body.

His broad thumb swirled over his cockhead, getting it wet with his pre-cum fluid. It glistened in the sunlight. He jacked his cock furiously. Ann snapped one picture after another, moving around on her knees and filming his flying fist from different angles.

"I… oooo… Jeez, Miss Carter… I think it's gonna come. It feels so damn hot in my fist. Are you gonna take my picture when I go off?"

"Yes, Billy. I want it all on film. The complete story of how a sexy man jacks off. Skin it back even farther. See how your cocktip turns so sexy red?"

"Yeah," he muttered. "Oh shit! Excuse me. I mean… oh, double shit. Here it goes!"

He jerked vigorously and watched his rigid cock swell up and shoot long jets of white cum into the air. Ann clicked the shutter, taking shot after shot of his flaming cock slowly trembling down and down until it swung low, dripping on the rug. But it was still swollen and thick, and even while she watched, it throbbed and began to rise again as he leaned over to stare into her blouse.

"Beautiful, Billy," she said quietly. "Very well done. You may put your pants on again, now."

She was deliberately teasing him to see what he would have the courage to do. There was no way he was going to leave her bedroom without fucking the hell out of her pussy, even if she had to break both his legs to keep him with her. But she wanted him to make a play, as hot and impatient to fuck as she was.

"That's all?" He sounded surprised and very disappointed. "I… I gotta go home now?"

"Unless you can do it all over again. Or perhaps do something else that might make some very instructional pictures."

Ann moved to get up and pretended to lose her balance. She fell back on her curvy bottom, her legs opening wide. Her short skirt slid up her thighs. Ann knew he'd get a darn good look at her damp triangle of pubic hair. Her panties were so thin and so wet, they revealed more than they hid.

"How… how about if I suck your pussy?" he blurted out.

Ann looked at his flowing red cock gripped in his hand. "Well, Billy, it might be hard to shoot you licking my cunt… without showing your face… and I don't think we should do that. But if you really wanted to put your cock in me, perhaps we might be able to get some good pictures of you fucking me."

His voice stuck in his throat. "Jesus!" he croaked. "That would be something else!"

Ann lay back on the rug and let her legs drift open. His eyes were glued to the damp white silk covering her full cuntlips.

She whispered, "Why don't you pull my panties down, Billy?"

He dropped like a stone to his knees. His hands reached for the thin elastic band around her waist. He tugged. Her panties slid smoothly down her slim legs. He looked at them clutched in his fist and impulsively licked the crotch, breathing in the sexy scent of her damp cunt.

"Can I keep them?" he asked, his voice quavering anxiously.

She smiled at him, drifting one knee back and forth, ever so slowly, making her cuntlips part and come together again.

"You want a souvenir to show your buddies, don't you?" she said quietly. "I don't think that's too good an idea, but you can hold them and smell them all you want while you fuck me."

She lay on the floor in the patch of bright sunlight streaming through her bedroom window, her skirt high around her fluttering belly, her naked cunt trickling a tiny river of juice down the quivering crack of her ass. She came up on her elbows and watched his hot eyes flick over the two stiff nipples jutting out at him through her thin bra and her blouse. She could see his cock rising higher with every fast beat of his heart.

He jerked his T-shirt over his head and threw it onto her bed. Then he shuffled between her spread legs and stared at her erect pink clit peeking up at him from its nest of moist cunt-hair.

"Get up off the floor!" he suddenly commanded her, harshly.

"What?" she asked stupidly. Then she looked at his face. Her whole body began to tremble as she stared at him.

Gone was the timid eighteen-year-old kid who used to eye her so hungrily in class, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. She was showing her naked cunt to a raging hot man whose cock seemed to have swollen up and out bigger than ever before.

"I said get up, dammit," he rasped, reaching down to jerk her to her feet. He picked her up as though she were weightless and carried her over to sit on her dresser. His hand shot out and ripped her blouse open. In another second the blouse flew through the air, followed by her torn bra. His strong hand closed on the waistband of her skirt.

"I want you completely naked," he growled. Her skirt was tossed away.

"Wha-what's come over you, Billy?" Ann gasped. "You are so rough! I don't like to be treated…"

"Shut up!" he snapped. "Keep your ass on the edge that dresser. Put your feet together. Lean back a little. Yeah, just like that."

He moved away and stood staring at her nude body, both his hands closing around his stiff cock. His eyes traveled from her slim ankles up her shaking legs, pausing to burn into the triangle of tight golden curls that covered her wet cunt. Then his eyes moved over her quivering belly to take in the round white mounds of her tits, each one tipped with a stiff nipple crinkling up in shock and excitement.

"That's the way I've been wanting to see you. Stark naked. Leaning against your desk, the way you do when you tease me. This is what I've seen every time I undressed you in my head. And now, I'm going to do what I've been dreaming of doing."

He walked slowly toward her, his cock rigid in his fist, his eyes fastened to her cunt. His eyes were wild, his expression strained. Naked lust flushed his face a dark red.

"I'm going to fuck you, teacher. Right there against your desk. In front of the whole class, watching me. I'm going to spread your legs and walk this cock smack into your cunt."

He half-turned toward the bed and waved to his imaginary classmates to gather closer and watch him fuck the teacher who had tormented him with her tight sweaters and short skirts, and with her eyes staring at his crotch.