Robert Vickers - Blackmailed teacher

It was no longer red, however. The orange light overhead had changed it into something else. She had to laugh at the sight.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

"Your cock! It looks like a popsicle! An orange popsicle!"

"Does it feel that cold inside you?"

"Ummmm, oh, no! NO! It's hot and big and fills me up!"

He began fucking her with short, rapid stokes designed to push her to the brink of orgasm. The friction rapidly burned away her cunt juices. The once slumbering embers of her lust began to smoulder. Then they burst into little fires nibbling away at her guts.

When he began fucking with longer, deeper strokes, the tiny fires burst into all-out blazes threatening to consume her body with lust.

She allowed her body to respond to his fucking. She lay back on the counter, limp and excited and completely aroused, and let him fuck her as he wished. She simply enjoyed the feelings assaulting her tender young body.

"I… I am on fire!" she moaned out. Her fingers gripped his upper arms. She felt the smooth flow of his muscles. He was so strong, so masterful. And he made love better than any man she'd ever fucked before.

She came.

The orange-colored world around her went away in a moment of confusion. Her mind was soaked with orgasm. She became the slave of the man's prick. All she could think about was getting more and more of his prick as deep up her cunt as she could.

Her fleshy hips rose and crammed down on his impaling spike of prick. She wanted still more. She wasn't satisfied with the power or the depth of his strokes.

She was thrashing about his cock like a fish on a hook. She was screaming and moaning and trying as hard as she could to get even more of his cock inside her convulsing cunt.

Then the climax died a little. She became even more aware of what he was doing to her. He had gone back to the short, rapid strokes designed to burn her cunt with erotic friction. His cockhead rubbed as sensuously as possible against her velvet-hung cunt walls.

He was pushing her right back up the pinnacle to another climax.

She couldn't keep her hand from reaching down to her clit. She began diddling herself. The rocket blast of desire shooting into her tensed body was enough to push her over the edge again. She came. And came. And came again. She felt like an erotic machine gun going off. It was great.

Still he fucked her. He seemed tireless. His hips moved like well-oiled pistons. She felt her body being wrung out like a dishrag. No man had ever before made her feel this way. She was usually able to outlast any man and his deflatable cock.

Not this man. Not this stud. He was wearing her out and she was loving every second of it.

She lifted her ass and began grinding her bush down into his as soon as his cock drove all the way up her tunnel of clutching, hot cunt. She was filled to overflowing with his prick. He burned her and made her feel like a complete woman with every fucking stroke into her softly yielding body.

She came again.

"Oh, shit," she heard him moan between clenched teeth. "I can't hold on any longer!"

Her body exploded with a frenzy of effort as he fucked her even faster than before. She wanted the maximum turn-on from this before his prick blew out its creamy load of jismn.

"Faster, Ted, faster! Burn me up with passion! Your fucking cock, it's… oohhhh!"

They came together. She felt the first surge of his pearly hot cum splatter into her cunt walls. But they were already rippling and churning with her orgasm. She gripped with insane fury on his arms while he was still frantically fucking her cunt. They came together at the crotch with a lewd sucking noise.

Neither of them noticed it. They were too wrapped up in the fine feelings washing through their love-tossed bodies.

She looked up into the other teacher's weary face. He looked tired but she'd never seen him happier, either. He was sweating heavily, the rivers of salty tracks all over his body. She wanted to lick that sweat off, but she was too limp from the fucking to move.

That wasn't all that had gone limp. His prick slipped from her still clutching cunt in one smooth, liquid movement. Behind it came a tiny trickle of the man's jism. It puddled on the black-topped counter, looking weird and orange in the safelight of the darkroom.

"You were right, you know," he said. "That light adds a hell of a lot to the fucking. I've fucked blacks and chicanos and once, a sweet young thing from Japan in here. She was a transfer student." His eyes got soft and misty as he thought about it. "But never have I fucked an orange lady!"

"I'm glad I was the first one!"

They both laughed, theft arms locked firmly around their slippery bodies for comfort after the hard fucking.

"I don't know about you," Liz said, "but I could use a shower. I'm positively grimy from rolling around on this counter."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I got plenty worked up, myself."

"And I'm hot!"

"You can say that again! And your cunt's a really steamy one, too!"

"I meant, there's no ventilation in here to speak of. That stupid little fan simply doesn't work too well."

"We can go up on the roof to cool off."

She felt his prick stir a bit. She reached down between her legs and found the limp little organ. It was hardly bigger than her thumb now. This was all that remained of the once proud eight-inch boner that had fucked her so nobly. But it was stirring, rising once again to the occasion.

"What's on the roof?" she asked.

"Well, I'll be up there. Isn't that good enough? Or do you want something else?"

"I'd love to have that fine cock of yours fucking me again!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Is that all you ever think of?"

"No. Sometimes I think about sucking you off. I don't much care which it is, as long as I can feel that lovely prick of yours as much as I want. But feeling it driving hard between my legs, going all the way up into my cunt, that's super!"

"Shit, another horny school teacher. Is that a requirement now? You have to be perpetually in heat before they hire you?"

"You should know. You, the stud teacher with the reputation for attacking all the women teachers – and students."

"Not so!" he protested. "I never attack any of the women unless they ask for it or look like they might ask for it some day when I wouldn't be around to help them out."

"So that's what you do, huh? You help them out."

"Sure. Horny, inhibited, I bring out the best in them. I make them come to their senses, so to speak."

"You made me come, that's for sure!"

"Bitch. But I love you, anyway. Now, let's get out of this stuffy room and out onto the roof. There's a moon tonight. A full moan. So let's you and me go up on the roof and fuck like lunatics!"

"Sounds like a winner, just like this!"

She felt his cock give another surge as she stroked along its length. It wouldn't be long before he would have a fully usable fucking tool again. And she wanted to be on the receiving end when it rope to the occasion.

They hastily put their clothes on, she giving him sideways looks. The man's body was even more spectacular than she'd first thought. Well-muscled, he obviously got a lot of exercise. The tiny paunch around his middle was more sexy than a turn off for her.

Love handles. That's what they were. She reached out and gripped about an inch of the flesh between her fingers and pulled. He yelped, then kissed her. The kiss deepened until she thought he was going to fuck her in the darkroom again.

She almost wished he had because of the disappointment when he finally broke off the kiss to say, "To the roof. I want some fresh air. Hell, after being cooped up in this chemical odor-laden room, I need it!"

"Is that all you need?" she taunted.