Marvin Cox: Teacher_s naughty lessons

"I don't think I can move," he whispered, exhausted.

"Then don't," Ann said. "Let's just stay here forever and fuck!"

"I thought you had to go," Johnny said, grinding his crotch against hers.

"I thought I did too." Ann said. "But now, it doesn't seem to matter."

Johnny eased his prick back into her cunt. "I bet it would take a whole truck-load of dicks to completely satisfy you," he said, feeling her pussy clamp around his prick.

Ann shivered at the thought as new sensations of pleasure shot into her cunt. She closed her eyes and murmured softly, trying to imagine what it would be like to have thousands of cocks squirting rivers of sperm all over her skin, and in every opening of her body.

Johnny looked at the clock and pulled away suddenly.

"I promised my brother I'd help him fix his motorcycle," he said.

"Do you have to go?" Ann asked, opening her eyes.

Johnny looked down at his shrinking cock. "I don't think I'd be much good here anyway," he said. "But I'll be back in a couple of hours."

After he had gone, Ann went to the bathroom and showered. Toweling herself off when she returned to the bedroom, she felt suddenly very tired. She knew she had to get back home and to Marie, but she didn't even have the energy to dress.

"I'll just lie down for a few minutes," she said, falling into the bed.

Her head had hardly hit the pillow when she was asleep. Satisfied darkness swept over her, engulfing her in a blanket of sensuous relaxation. Vague patterns of delicate textures tingled into her cunt, rippling upward.

"Mmmmmmm!" she murmured in her sleep, feeling a warm, hard pressure caress her stomach and tits.

The dream became more real as a sweet piercing stretched her pussy muscles apart. And then a long, thick slab of meat vibrated against her. She felt two hairy, large balls on the insides of her thighs.

She opened her eyes and found herself staring at a thick, muscular neck. She sleepily reached around and clutched a firm, taut ass which was covered with wiry hair.

"You're back!" she said, now fully refreshed and ready for another of Johnny's hot, satisfying fucks. "I'm glad!"

"I'm glad too," the voice said.

"Johnny?" Ann said, not recognizing the tone. It was deep and melodious, but somehow strange! "Johnny?" she said again, louder.

"I'm Butch," the boy said. "Johnny's brother."

"Huh!" Ann said, the surprise in her voice almost as great as the pleasure that his probing cock was giving her pussy.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, brushing his lips against hers. "I walked in here and saw a nice, tight little pussy staring me in the face, and, well, I just couldn't help myself!"

"Well, help yourself!" Ann whispered. "Oh, brother, help yourself!"

Butch was shorter than his brother, stockier and more powerfully built. His bulging muscles were thick ribbons of strength, as if they had been etched on an athletic frame. Yet, for all his animal appeal, he was more gentle, slower in his actions. Whereas Johnny was like a panther about to strike, Butch was a bear, hugging his prey with a strong embrace.

Although she hadn't seen his cock, Ann could feel the hard, sculptured contour. The thick, round prick head was as large as a tennis ball. Just the thought of his dick made her throat ache. She dug her nails into his back, sliding them downward to the valley of his asshole. Never before had she wanted so much to totally devour a person. She pressed her fingertips against the tiny opening of his shitter. The touch sent electric jolts of pleasure up her arms, spreading across her shoulders.

"Oh God," she moaned. "I want to suck your dick so bad! Will you let me eat your cum after you fuck me?"

"Nope," Butch said simply.

"Why not!" Ann begged. "I want it!"

"I don't care," Butch answered. "When I get myself a nice, hot piece of cunt, I stay right there!"

"Wouldn't you like to jam your prick in a starving throat?" Ann whispered.

"Not when I have such a delicious, tight pussy," Butch said. "No mouth could be this nice!"

"Please?" Ann said, the fire in her throat exploding in sucking throbs. "Please?"

"Hold on, lady," Butch said, pushing forward. "My department is fucking. And a good fucking you'll get!"

Accustomed to Johnny and Matt with their powerful, lunging strokes, Ann found Butch's slow, calculated fucking hard to take. Like a feather sweeping up and down her spine, his in-and-out motions gave her more irritation than pleasure. She tried to push him off, to climb on and ride his cock to satisfy her hunger. He held her down forcefully.

"Don't!" she said again, trying to push him away.

"Don't what?" Butch asked, nuzzling his lips against her neck.

"Don't do this to me!" Ann said, her voice raw.

"Don't fuck you?"

"Oh God, that's just it!" she said. "Don't torture me! I want you to slam it in hard. Goddamnit, hard!!"

"You can take it my way, or no way at all," Butch said. "I fuck to please me. No one else."

"You're going to regret this," Ann said, feeling her cunt become a boiling cauldron of desire. "I'll pay you back!"

"I hope you do," Butch said, his moves as maddeningly slow as ever.

Ann felt her body jolt with anguish. She cried out, more in pain than pleasure.

"God! Oh, Jesus! Will you please fuck me!"

"I'm doing just that," Butch said, chewing delicately on the hollow of her throat. "I'm fucking you. What else could you want?"

"You bastard!" Ann said. "You fucking bastard!"

She tried to enjoy his slow, tantalizing assault. She gasped wetly against his shoulder as he thrust his prick in and out of her pussy, his massive hands holding her writhing body against the bed. Each time the monstrous shaft dug into her steaming pussy muscles, she constricted violently, trying to suck it deeply into her guts. Each time he pulled out and stopped all movement, he would slowly – ever so slowly – slip his prick back in.

"Relax, baby, just relax," Butch whispered.

With grim determination, Ann managed somehow to regain a superficial level of control. She bit her lower lip until she tasted the warm salty flavor of blood.

After what seemed an eternity, Butch stabbed into her pussy with a deliberate thrust, emptying a thick, gushing load of hot, creamy sperm. He pressed his full weight down on her body, stopping all movement.

"Mmmmmm!" he moaned a few seconds later. "Just the way I like it!"

A malicious smile formed on. Ann's lips when she heard his rhythmic breathing.

"Butch?" she whispered. There was no answer. "Butch?" she asked again.

She gently pushed his sleeping form away, then looked at him as he lay there sleeping like a baby.

She gave a quick glance around the room, then crawled off the bed and walked to the closet. She grabbed a fistful of ties, then walked quietly back over to the bed. She attached four ties to the brass posters of the bed, then gently tied them to his hands and feet. Nodding with approval, she crept between his legs and lowered her face to his crotch.

The cum-smeared shaft was warm, hard and inviting. She held it reverently in her hands and began licking up and down the thick underside.

"Huh?" Butch said, slowly awakening. He looked down at Ann and smiled. "You ready for some more?" he asked, trying to grab her. "Hey! What the fuck!" he said, noticing the bonds on his hands and feet.

"Now you're going to get it the way I like it," Ann said, gently licking the throbbing tip of his prick.

Butch rolled his eyes and, shook his head. "This is like a dirty movie! A bad, dirty movie!"

"Let me see if I can make it a good one," Ann said huskily, her lips encircling the tender cockhead.

Butch winced as if he had been jabbed with a needle. "I don't like that!" he said. "My dick is too sensitive!"