Marvin Cox: Teacher_s naughty lessons

With each intake, her breathing was cut short by the thrusting, rock-hard cockhead as it jammed into her throat.

"You ready, Teach?" he whispered, his body paralyzed with the passion just before his gigantic, furious orgasm. "You ready to suck a big load of cum?"

Ann's murmur was interrupted by a thick, hot glob of sperm, showering into her throat with such force, she choked and gargled. Her throat muscles constricted violently, causing a second flood of jism to squirt upward, splattering out of her nostrils and oozing onto her lips.

"Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fucking Jesus, fuck, suck! suck! suck!" Johnny wailed out, ramming his jerking, exploding dick with savage thrusts.

His orgasm filtered into Ann's mouth. Like an iron-hard, greasy-hot fist, her pussy walls were gripped into a vibrating, steaming ball, until it burst into a flaming explosion of raw, white-hot fury.

"Uuummmppphffff!" she gurgled, her voice barely audible through the charging masses of sperm that spewed into her throat.

Johnny wanted to pound even harder, but his energy, like his jism, was now fully drained. He gave a savage lunge, burying the last of his load into her throat, then relaxed, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum beat.

Although he had stopped all movement, Ann continued to suck, gobble, lick and swallow. Her throat seemed to be on fire and the only thing that could possibly put it out was more of his hot, boiling jism.

Another orgasm shot into the back of her pussy with such force that she thought she heard bells ringing. She bobbed her head up and down, lapping furiously, hungry for more sperm. She shivered with his delicious, rock-hard cock in her mouth.

"Go away," Johnny moaned.

"Hmmmm?" Ann asked, slowly coming back to reality.

The doorbell rang again, a continuous, impatient ringing.

With great reluctance, Ann scrambled from the bed to answer the door.

"Is Johnny here?" the girl asked, her expression hard as she was beautiful.

"Who wants to know?" Ann said, slightly recoiling.

"Marie," the girl answered. "His girl friend." She paused for a couple of seconds, then added, "At least he was until he met you!"

If Ann had been a cat, her fur would have stood on end. The girl drilled holes with her eyes, causing Ann to step back a couple of feet. She wanted to slam the door, to flee from what would probably I be a very sticky situation. Instead, Ann smiled and gave a slight nod.

"Come on in," Ann said, stepping aside. "He's in the bedroom."

"You bitch!" the girl spat out, walking past Ann.

"Look, honey," Ann began, "I didn't hit him with a tire iron and drag him over here. And besides, I didn't even know he had a girl friend. So if you want to jump somebody's ass, I'd suggest you go some place else."

Ann's remarks caused an immediate stand-off. Marie looked at her with something bordering respect, but still heavily laced with anger. She opened her mouth to speak, but turned her head quickly when Johnny walked into the room.

"Hello, ladies," he said casually. "I see you've met."

"You motherfucking, son of…"

"Such language," Johnny said, sitting on the couch.

Marie glared at him for several long moments, and then, in resignation, plopped down on a chair.

Caught in the middle, but still understanding how the girl felt, Ann turned to Johnny. "Get your clothes on and go get us a taco," she said.

"A taco?" Johnny asked, as if hearing the word for the first time.

"Taco, pizza, hell, a roast chicken," Ann said exasperated. "Just get the fuck out of here for a while. Girl talk."

Johnny shrugged his shoulders and got off the couch. He gave Ann a quizzical look and went into the bedroom.

Both women were silent as he dressed, and it was several moments after he left before either spoke.

"What happens now?" Marie asked in a little-girl voice.

"That's entirely up to you," Ann said. "You can sit there and be as pissed as you want. I don't blame you."

Marie stood up and clutched her hands, then wiped them on her jeans. She walked over to the window and fingered the curtains. She lowered her head, barely touching the wall with her forehead and exhaled audibly.

"That bastard," she said, almost affectionately.

"That good-looking, no-good bastard."

"You love him, don't you?" Ann said.

Marie nodded her head, then she turned. "Hell, I don't know," she said, her voice cracking. "He's the only person I've ever…"

"You want to cry?" Ann said softly. "Go ahead. I'm your friend, I…"

Before Ann could finish what she was going to say, Marie raced across the room and grabbed her violently, her voice breaking in a turmoil of sadness.

"I don't like loving," she said. "It hurts too much!"

"Oh, come on," Ann whispered. "What do you know about love?"

"How much do you know?" Marie said, her tone bitter.

Ann was taken aback. Simply because she was a few years older than Marie, what gave her the right to treat her like a child? The girl, ironically, probably even had more experience! Ann pulled away from Marie, suddenly ashamed.

Marie looked at Ann, her expression melting into warm admiration. Then she laughed.

"Hey, you're naked!" she said, as if just noticing it.

"I'll… I'll get dressed," Ann said, blushing.

"No! Don't!" Marie said.

Again, Ann felt the girl's eyes riveted on her. But this time, the expression was softer, more probing. She instinctively brought her hands across her tits.

"Can I do that?" Marie asked quietly.

"Wha-What?" Ann asked, feeling terror and desire at the same time.

"Touch you," Marie said, raising her hands and placing them on Ann's.

The girl's fingers were like icy fire against Ann's flesh. Ann closed her eyes, feeling her body flinch with unnatural fervor.

"Yes," she heard herself say. "Yes, oh God, yes!"

The next few moments were a blur in Ann's mind. She was aware of probing fingers, of flesh against flesh, and then a hungry, eager tongue thrusting between her lips.

"This is wrong," Ann said, her mind reeling with horrible, spidery thoughts. "This is…"

"If it's wrong, then I'm glad it's wrong!" Marie whispered into Ann's mouth.

"It's… It's… It's… Oh God, I want you!" Ann said. "Yes! Oh God, yes! I want you and I will have you!"

The blur became stark reality in a sudden, sweeping moment. She looked at Marie with critical, loving eyes. The black hair, the creamy skin, the full upturned breasts, the lithe figure, the dark-brown eyes.

"Yes," she said again. "Yes, I will have you!"

Feverishly she tore away the young girl's clothing, grasping the young, firm tits with her fingertips. Her throat began to burn with hot desire, wanting those delicious nipples slipping across the roof of her mouth. She felt a hot, stabbing spasm rip into her pussy as if a cock were buried inside her cunt. She dropped to her knees and whimpered into the girl's frothy, dark crotch.

"God, I want to suck your cunt forever!" she murmured, nuzzling her nose into the furry growth.

"Is Johnny's cum in your pussy?" Marie asked, gasping with pleasure.

"Yes, but I wish it were in yours, so I could lick it out and drink it!" Ann whispered, thrusting her tongue deeply between the tender, tight folds of cunt opening.

Marie screamed out when she felt Ann's tongue jam into her cunt canal, lapping upward. She grabbed Ann's hair and pulled forward, pressing Ann's face savagely against her crotch.

"Fuck me with your tongue!" she gasped. "Oh God, fuck me, it feels SO good!"

Ann lapped up the creamy pussy juices with hungry, eager licks, savoring the sweet, heady flavor. As she plunged deeply into the girl's slit, Marie tightened her cunt muscles, trapping her tongue in a tight, frothy glove of moist warmth.