Marvin Cox: Teacher_s naughty lessons

The marrow in Ann's bones froze. It couldn't be! Surely she was letting her imagination play tricks on her! She squinted her eyes toward where she had thought the voice had come from.

"I said hello, Teach," he said again, the voice not louder, but closer!

"What!" she said in a raspy whisper. "Who?"

"It's me. The prick," he said. "But it ain't so little, is it?"

Rough hands grabbed her shoulders, throwing her on her back. Immediately, she felt a hard, throbbing cock jam against her lips.

She opened her mouth to cry out, but when she did, Johnny savagely thrust his cockhead between her lips.

"Ain't so little, is it?" he said, plowing the full length of his dick forward, burying the end of his prick in the back of her throat.

Ann gagged and choked on the enormous slab of meat that jammed into her lungs. His crotch hairs pressed against her nostrils like a wire brush, cutting off her air. His thick, hairy balls brushed against her neck.

"You like my cock?" he said sadistically. "You like sucking it?" He withdrew slightly, then throttled it brutally back in. "Hang on, baby, you suck it real good, and I'll let you eat my cum!"

Although she knew it was a senseless battle, she pushed against his hips, gasping for air. She had no choice but to open her mouth wider, to breathe, but when she did, he thrust his hips forward, grinding the base of his dick against her teeth.

"Ah, you like it?" he said. "Open up like a little birdie, 'cause here comes a big, fat worm!"

"Ummmphfffgg!" Ann gurgled as his cockhead stretched and pulled her throat muscles apart.

"I wonder if your cunt is as tight as your mouth," he said. "But, I'll find out in a couple of minutes. After I shoot a load of cum into your throat!"

He grabbed the back of her head with both hands, savagely jamming her face into his crotch. Each time he jerked his body forward, he slapped her head against his stomach.

"Get ready," he grunted, his prick already throbbing with his imminent release. "Oh baby, get ready!"

Ann felt the base of his cock jerk against her lower lip, and then a sensation of heat that stormed across the roof of her mouth. His cockhead ballooned inside her throat, and then it happened.

A giant gushing wad of hot sperm splattered into the back of her throat, burning like acid. The thickness of his cum squirted into her, causing her to choke and gurgle.

"Aaaaarrrgggg!" she gargled, feeling the greasy, milky fluid ooze into her belly.

"Oh baby, there's more!" Johnny groaned, shooting another bolting glob of jism into her mouth. "Oh yes, a lot more! Drink it fast and you can have it all!"

His prick spit out what seemed like gallons of fiery, lava-like sperm, thoroughly scalding up her throat. Several wads shot upward, collecting in the back of her nose, then dripping out her nostrils and onto her upper lip.

Somehow, she managed to swallow enough of his release to clear her throat so that she could breathe. But as soon as she had gulped it down, more jerking gobs shot out of his dick, clogging her throat again.

When she thought she couldn't take it any longer, he pulled away suddenly, slipping his cum-stained cock out of her mouth with a slapping noise.

"Now to try that hot little cunt!" he said, tearing her nightgown away and jamming his crotch between her legs.

The piercing pain made Ann scream out silently. His wet dick tore into her cunt like a baseball bat, shoving her guts against her backbone.

"Just what I thought!" Johnny grunted. "Just as fucking tight! And baby, just think, I'm going to do this to you all night!"

Ann flailed her hands about and began scratching his back with her nails.

"Oh, I like that," he moaned. "A little pain, and a lot of pleasure!"

Ann felt something hard and cold touch the back of her hand as she reached out. The ashtray! She grabbed it, then took careful aim and swung as hard as possible, crashing it against the side of his head.

His grinding, pumping body went limp. She pushed upward, rolling him off her. She heard a dull thud as he hit the floor.

"You goddamned bitch!" she heard him say, his voice groggy and angry.

Ann knew then she had made the worst mistake of her life. She didn't know Johnny at all, but something told her he would probably kill her. She groped into the drawer to the nightstand.

"All right, you little prick," she said, "I've got a gun here and I'm going to blow your balls right through your fucking brain!"

Johnny's attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees. "Hey, lady, put that thing away," he said, a nervous tremor in his voice.

"I'm going to count to three," she said evenly, "and if you're not out of my house…"

"I'm going!" he said. "Shit, I'm going!"

Although she could barely make out his form, she heard him stumble over a chair, then run toward the door.

"One," she said.

Before she got to two, he was out of the house, his steps audible as he raced across the yard and out into the street.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. On rubbery knees, she stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the light. She looked in the mirror and gasped at her reflection.

Her lips were blue and bruised, her chin covered with a thick, glistening layer of sperm. She glanced downward, to the object in her hand, and then had to laugh.

She wondered what Johnny would have thought, had he only known.

She held a flashlight in her right hand, and not a gun at all.

And what was even funnier, the damned flashlight didn't even work!

Three days later, Johnny walked into the classroom. The swagger was still there, the sardonic smile, but he silently walked to his desk. He opened his book, then looked up at Ann.

Ann somehow got through the period, but she was aware of his intense stare, although she made a point of not looking at him. Finally the bell rang and the students filed out. She sat at her desk, aware that Johnny hadn't moved. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Why didn't you call the police?" he asked quietly when they were alone.

"Whatever for?" Ann said sweetly. "I can take care of myself."

Johnny laughed. "I'll say," he said, rubbing the side of his head which was swollen and purple.

Although when she looked at him the greater part of her saw a contemptible delinquent, a bug to be crushed underfoot, another part of her saw him in a different light. Hating herself immediately for these thoughts, she did remember his thick, gushing cock, his attractive face, his muscular build. And those eyes! She looked away suddenly, ashamed that a thrill of excitement raced into her pussy.

"I just wanted to say…" he began, his voice finally trailing off to a whisper.

"Say what?"

"To say that I'm… well… I'm sorry," he said, his expression like someone who had a mouthful of shit.

"You don't say that very often, do you?" Ann said.

He shook his head and smiled. "Fist time for everything," he said, not looking at her.

"It takes a big man to say he's sorry," Ann said.

He laughed as he stood up. "You're funny," he said.

"Why is that?" she asked.

"One day I'm a little prick, and a couple of days later, I'm a big man," he said.

Ann began gathering her books and papers up. She tried not to, but instinctively she took a quick glance at him, her eyes resting for a second on the bulge in his crotch.

"Could we be friends?" he asked quietly, moving closer to her.

Losing complete control over her actions, Ann heard herself say, "Why don't you come over tonight and we'll talk about it?"

"You mean you'd trust me after the other night?" he asked, his mouth gaping open.

"Certainly," she said. "Now that we're friends."

He looked at her longingly. "Could I come over right now?" he asked. "I promise I won't…"