Ken Preston - Willing teacher

She blinked and looked around her torn-up bedroom. The camera was on the floor. Her clothes were strewn all over the place. Her pussyjuice was smeared on the bare wood of her dresser top. It could have been a dream, the kind she'd often had at night after feeling Billy's eyes undressing her all afternoon in class. But no dream could make her cunt so tender and red, nor her butthole so flaming hot.

"Whew!" Ann muttered to herself. "That was a bit too much! What a weird kid, flipping out that way. But it was my fault, me and my sex education pictures."

She fluffed up her pillow and lay back, grinning impishly at her image in the dresser mirror. She was still hot. Her tingling clitty still screamed for attention. She spread her legs and peeked down at her pink nubbin.

"I know what you need," she smiled at its reflection. Her hands trailed over her flat belly. Her fingers crept into her pussy fur. She jerked when a fingernail grazed her erect clit. Her fingers pressed down and rolled the stiff nubbin around and around. She saw her hips lift, in the mirror, and her legs open wider.

"So who the hell is normal?" she asked herself. "I'm just as sex-crazy as Billy, I guess." She lifted her legs up high and wide and watched her finger easing in and out of her slick hole. "Oooooooh, that's good! So damn good!" She fingered herself faster and faster, sweat breaking out all over her flushed skin again. The bedsprings protested as her hips began to snap and roll under the urgings of her busy fingers. She couldn't seem to push deep enough, nor clamp down hard enough to get herself off. She wanted to come, had to come at least once more.

Ann leaped off the bed and rummaged through her dresser. Where the hell had she put that long white vibrator she'd bought from that smirking clerk in the adult book store. It would be a poor substitute after feeling Billy's hard young cock fucking her hungry hole, but it would be better than her fingers.

There it was, under a pile of neatly folded silk panties. Ann switched it on and stood with one foot on the edge of the bed, watching her fuck herself in the mirror. No matter how hard she shoved it in, she couldn't make herself climax. She strode up and down her bedroom, the buzzing vibe sticking lewdly out of hers cunt, her fingers teasing her cunt and sliding into her slippery asshole.

It was just no damn good – not after the wild fuck session with Billy.

Ann flopped down on her bed, still staring at her mirror. She clamped her legs tightly shut and reached down to tilt the vibrator up so it pressed against her clit. All the damn thing did was make her hotter than ever. Sexy flashbacks of every cock her nymph pussy had ever taken flickered on the screen of her hot mind. Her brother fucking her ass in the shower had started her off. After that, she had swiped her older sister's vibrator and used it to take her own cherry.

And now here she was, twenty-five years old and back doing her old little-kid pussy tricks again. This was absolutely no fucking good!

Who could she get to come over and fuck her? And who had called her, and made Billy's foggy head think it was the classroom bell? She had a quick, horny flash of Greg Swift's handsome face, hovering over her when they'd fucked on his office floor. He was what she needed – right now!

She ruffled through the pages of the phone book with one hand. The other kept sliding the buzzing vibe in and out of her creaming pussy. She dialed his home number and lay back, listening to the phone ring and the tiny squeaking noises of her bedsprings under her moving hips.

His deep voice made her cunt spasm around the white rod she'd shoved up her cunthole. Her voice stuck in her throat, but she managed to say.

"Greg? This is Ann Carter. Sorry to bother you with school business on a Saturday, but I wonder if we could get together today. There are some points about upcoming sex instruction lessons I think we should discuss."

There was a long pause, and when Greg spoke it seemed to her that his voice sounded very odd. "Ordinarily I'd be delighted, Ann, but… ah I'm kind of pinned down… I mean, tied up right now. Uh… easy with that thing!"

Ann blinked and felt a red flesh creeping over her face. "What do you mean… easy?" How could he know she was fucking her own cunt with a buzzing dildo? She had a sudden flash of understanding, and pressed the phone tightly to her ear. Small, wet slurping noises came over the wire. Some bitch was sucking Greg's cock! Her cock! The very one she wanted between her pussylips.

"You have a woman with you, don't you, Greg? You do! And she's down on your cock. I can hear her!"

"A marvelous invention, isn't it?" Greg chuckled. "The telephone, I mean. Ouch, don't suck so damn hard, Jody!"

"Jody!" Ann blew up. She jumped off the bed and threw the vibrator against the wall. "That skinny little twit of a secretary? Tell that bitch to leave my cock alone!"

Greg laughed. "You tell her, Ann. Isn't this what Saturdays are for? Fun time?"

Jody's voice was syrupy sweet on the phone.

"Hello, Ann. Greg is kind of busy right now. Perhaps you could call later. Oh, darling, that feels so good. Wait a minute. Let me hold it open for you. There… mmmmmm… suck me, Greg, honey."

Ann paced up and down her room, clutching the phone with one hand and her unsatisfied cunt with the other. She could heard Jody's breathing becoming more rapid, and the rustling noises of hot flesh against cool bed sheets got to her.

"Now he's fucking you, isn't he?" Ann snapped.

"That… ummmm… that's right, darling," Jody panted into the phone. "Jeez, Greg, your cock is like an iron rod ramming into my pussy! Mmmm… fuck me, darling. Fuck Jody's sweet pussy. Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oooooo! You go in so deep!"

Ann guessed Jody had dropped the phone on the bed. As much as she wanted to hang up or throw the damn telephone through the window, she was fascinated by the steady slushing sounds coming over the wire as her principal fucked the hell out of his secretary's juicy gash.

Ann blew her top with frustration and pussyhunger. "Greg!" she screamed into the phone. "I'm coming over there. I'm going to show that skinny little twit how a real woman can fuck. You hear me, Greg?"

She listened intently, but all she heard was more rustling of hot bodies and Jody's little chirps of joy, and her heels thudding against Greg's strong back. Ann slammed the phone down and stood for a long moment, pouting at her image in the mirror. Plain, naked hunger twisted her features into an ugly expression of lust for what Jody was getting.

Ann tugged a sweater down over her stiff nipples and pulled a skirt up over her hips. She jammed her feet into a pair of high heels and grabbed her purse. Greg was going to have two hot cunts to handle, just as soon as she could whip through the traffic to his apartment. She could still hear Jody panting in her ear as she slammed the door and headed for the garage.

Her heels tapped briskly on the hard concrete as she strode hurriedly toward her car. Her cunt was flowing so heavily, the wetness annoyed Ann, trickling down her hot thighs. Without thinking, she hoisted her skirt and wiped her palm over her hot cunt. Her skirt was still up over her belly and her hand was cupping her cunt when she turned a corner and ran headlong into an older woman with her arms full of shopping bags.

Ann stopped abruptly, gaping in surprise at whom she'd bumped into. It was Madge Williams, the old bitch who had caught Greg fucking Ann in his office! The strikingly handsome man standing beside Madge stared at Ann's hand holding her cunt. He turned to grin at Madge.

"At last I've met another female as hot as you are, honey," he laughed. "But this one is bold enough to play with her pussy in public."

Ann stood flatfooted, her face a crimson red. She pushed her skirt dawn, trying to think of some logical explanation for apparently walking through a basement garage, fingerfucking herself. There just wasn't any!