Robert Vickers: Blackmailed teacher

He could tell them about wild orgies that never happened, how she had virtually raped him, how she fucked dogs while forcing him to watch, how she did all manner of perverted things!

"Okay, Don. This is the last time, though no more after this quickie," she said, not really believing it. If he could force her to fuck this time, he could do it again and again. She was his sex slave.

Sex slave to a sixteen-year-old satyr!

She hopped up onto her desk and dangled her long, slender white legs over the side. She felt his saliva drying on the insides of her thighs. She opened her legs a little to let the cool, crisp air from the opened window flutter in. As it caressed her crotch, she shivered.

It wouldn't be that bad, letting the boy fuck her. He was one hell of a cocksman. He knew all the moves. And in a few years, he'd be the finest stud she'd ever had. All it took was practice and she was certainly giving him all that and more.

"God, I can never get over how damned good you look!" he said, the words whistling through his teeth.

His eyes raked her tender body. She was twenty-nine and lush. That was the only word for it: lush. Her tits were more than any man's mouth could hold. And it would take someone with huge hands to even encircle those succulent mountains of titflesh.

He wished she wasn't wearing that Goddamned bra. He liked to see her nipples poking hard and mushroom-like against her blouse. That way, when he opened the blouse to spill out the tasty melons of flesh, the nipples would drag and rub against the cloth, making her even hotter.

But those twin mounds of boob were hardly all that pulled him like iron to a magnet. She had a trim waist, no trace of flab at all. He could almost circle her waist using both his hands. And if he did, all he would find would be vibrant, all-alive, all-loving woman.

But it was her ass so sexily perched on the edge of the desk that turned him on the most. He loved the womanly flare of the woman's behind. He could fuck her thinking about that soft, springy cushion and really get his rocks off.

Reaching out, he grabbed one of her ankles in each of his hands. Lifting, he moved quickly between her wide-spread legs. His cock was hammering hard and long and needy. He had to get into that yearning, juicy cunt and fast or he'd certainly blow his wad.

"Get that skirt up high," he commanded.

She obeyed. He had already removed her panties so when she hiked the material up to her waist, all he saw was the gleaming gash of her cunt. The raven black fur surrounding her cunt hole was glittering with her excited cunt sauce.

"God, you got a beautiful snatch," he said, licking his lips. His hands shook just a little as he pulled her legs in to his sides. He loved the way the soft, smooth flesh rubbed against his body. If he couldn't get her totally bare-ass naked in a bed to fuck, this was just about as good.

She shuddered as his hands moved up her legs. The satiny skin flowed under his grip until he was cupping the swells of her asscheeks. She groaned once, then opened her eyes and looked between his legs. His prick was jutting out of his pants, an ugly red.

He was ready to fuck.

And she was ready for him.

"Hurry, damn you, hurry!" she urged.

Her body was shaking with need. She had to feel his long, hard prick fucking her. The hollow feeling inside her cunt had grown until it threatened to devour her. The eating out he'd given her had only ignited the fires of lust in her body. Nothing less than an all out fucking would possibly quench her raging desires now.

"So you're hot for my cock, huh?" he said. "Okay, teacher, let me give it to you! Balls deep!"

He rammed forward. And his aim was accurate. He split her pussy lips with the turgid head of his cock, then dived deep into the humid channel of her cunt. They gasped in unison as his purple headed cock vanished from sight in her snatch.

She lifted her ass a little off the desk. She tried to shove her body down hard around his impossibly long prick. He wasn't thick but his cock was long – very long.

She shuddered again and closed her eyes. She concentrated on the way her body was reacting to this brutal fucking.

There was no skill in the way he simply shoved his prick into her steamy hot twat. He didn't tease or torment her with the blunted end of his cock before penetrating her softly yielding body. There were no words of endearment; he didn't say he loved her. Why should he lie? Both of them knew this was pure physical sex. They were fucking because they were both homier than hell. And it felt good having his prick buried all the way up her cunt. Nothing elaborate about motives. It felt good.

"Go on, dammit, go on! Move! I want to feel that fuckin' cock of yours moving inside me!"

She hated it when he laughed at her, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. He was calling the shots. Even though she was the teacher and he was her student, he was the one who was in control. The way he was blackmailing her made her cringe with shame. It shouldn't happen to a dog, yet it was definitely happening to her.

But what sweet torture!

His cock was pulsing and bucking like a racehorse ready to be loaded into a starting gate. She imagined she could even feel the contours of his long prick. The thick blue vein on top of his cock throbbed with lust every time his heart beat.

And the folds of skin all along his prick slowly vanished as his lust mounted. The more he desired her, the more her steaming hot cunt worked its magic on his prick, the less loose skin there was. Soon, the skin was stretched along his cock as taut as the head of a drum.

The woman felt the sexual tensions building in her belly. The single swift entry all the way up into her twat had taken her breath away. Now she supported her weight on her hands, body rocked back, legs locked around the boy's body as if she were afraid he might escape.

There wasn't any chance that would happen. He wanted to fuck her as badly as she wanted him to.

"Shit, you got the hottest cunt ever! Even hotter than that slut of a cheerleader, Nancy!"

The teacher didn't like him comparing her to the one cheerleader who would put out for any of the guys who asked. She remembered hearing about a wild party where Nancy had pulled a train twelve guys long – and then asked for more. Finally, the entire basketball team had gang-raped her. And she was still horny and hot for more cock.

Then all such thoughts were driven from her mind. He began fucking her with long, deep motions of his hips. His prick slipped back down her well-greased cunt until just the glance of his prick split her turgid pussy lips. The pink flaps were trembling like leaves in the wind. Then he slowly stuffed his prick back into her juiced-up silt.

"Faster, oh, ummmm, oh your cock! It's so looooong! But fuck me! Fuck my poor little cunny! I want to feel you moving inside me!"

"Wanna get fucked, huh? Want it bad?" he demanded.

"Stop playing with me! Fuck me good! Your cock is so nice in me. It fills me up. I… I'm going mad! Fuck me!"

"Sounds like you want this!"

He punctuated his last word with a sharp inward movement of his hips. He ground his bush into the woman's. Her cunt juices trickled out around the thick plug of his prick, then trickled down across his balls. He didn't laugh. But it did feel damned good for him.

She was hot. She was juicy. And she was hornier than hell – and for him! A teenaged stud in one of this mature woman's classes and he was balling her like any college guy could, maybe better. The feeling of power he had over her increased.

There was a bit of scorn for the woman, just a bit, but there was also a large measure of desire. Her cunt gripped his prick like it would never let him go free.

He pulled back, breaking her death's grip on his cock. When only the tip of his throbbing cock remained inside her cunt again, he paused. Sweat ran down his face and got into his eyes. He had to brush it away. He wanted to see every little thing as he fucked this willing, completely wanton high school teacher.