Robert Vickers: Seducing her family

He seemed to have instinctively found the exact rhythm that pushed her to the brink of orgasm rapidly. The sudden fucking into her softly yielding cunt sent tremors earth quaking into her tensed, young body.

"Oh, give it to me good with that big, swollen prick of yours!" she begged him. "Fuck me as good and hard as you can! Please, Mr. Jensen, please, I need it!"

"You're so tight I'd think you were a Goddamn virgin, but you obviously aren't. No cherry carrier talks like you do and can hang onto a man's cock like this the first time out."

"You have had many cherries?" she asked.

"Yeah, one or two," he said. "Mostly kids in my class. They thought they could fuck me into giving them a good grade or something."

"I'm not doing such a thing," Annemarie assured him. "I want you to fuck me faster because we will both enjoy the hell out of it." Suddenly, her cunt collapsed around his buried prick. She came, the world crashing around her in shattered pieces.

She gasped and clawed at the desk. If she'd been lying on her back and able to clutch the man's shoulders, she would have stripped the skin off his back with her fingernails. When the teenager came, she came like a ton of bricks falling off a tall building. She moaned and wiggled her ass and shot her hips back into his crotch. The more she did, the more it increased her joy.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever. She could feel his cock fucking her fast, then slowly withdrawing. This seemed to hold her poised on the brink of another come. Something about the manner in which he fucked her cunt told her he was a master cocksman. Compared to the students she'd laid so far, at any rate.

Americans made up in enthusiasm what they lacked in outright skill. But she couldn't complain. His prick was big enough to please her pussy all he used it well. The rhythm of his fucking brought her off again. And still another time.

He was still worried about the possibility of their being discovered at any second. "Keep down low on the desk," he ordered. "Don't want anyone to see you if they're passing by out in the hall. God, why do I allow myself to get into meshes like this? Shit, that's one hell of a tight cunt you've got, girl! Makes me all weak and rubbery in the legs!"

"But not in the cock!" she said joyfully. She twisted and turned now and shoved her ass back even harder into his crotch. Anything that would give her more pleasure, she was willing to try. To her surprise, it was the man who reached around her waist and sought out her clit.

As he continued fucking her hard and long, he began to massage her clit. She felt his fingers curl around the base of her slippery little clit. He stroked to the very tip, then he toyed with it until she panted roughly. Every time she inhaled, it was like liquid fire. Her lungs felt like they would explode. He lightly flicked her clit until she came again.

He drove hard into her cunt from behind and slammed her into the desk. He kept rolling her clit around as if it were a little marble. He stroked back and forth across her sensitive clit, now slick with the cunt juices boiling from her pussy.

She came again at the wild rush of his jism into her cunt. She was taken entirely by surprise. But she rode out the fierce winds of orgasm blowing through her tender young body. They filled her with a roaring energy, and then the huge release came again. She climaxed one more time.

She felt his prick limply side out of her cunt. The thick stew of his semen trickled down her inner thigh, but she ignored that. The soft, warm, muzzy feelings after a good fucking were too delicious for her to miss. Looking up, she managed to focus her eyes on the doorway.

Standing there, wide-eyed and excited, was Marcia. The girl simply hadn't believed Annemarie would seduce the algebra teacher. How much she had to learn from Annemarie about pleasure!

And she would, she would!

Annemarie stood in her American family's backyard, gazing at the stars overhead, thinking about her sexual conquests in the U.S. thus far. She thought, too, about Marcia, who had spent almost all afternoon discussing what Annemarie thought were silly ideas about morality. It would be difficult, she knew, to help Marcia become a sexually alive woman. But it would be a challenge. A chilly night wind began to blow, and she turned to walk back into the house. As she did so, she noticed silhouettes on the window shades of Len and Kat Fontaine's bedroom. She could see them getting ready for bed. She watched Len's naked outline against the shade. He looked muscular, but trim.

She moved closer to the open window and could hear their voices.

"I tell you," Kat was saying. "I don't like her. She seems… creepy."

"Oh, hell, Kat, you don't know what you're talking about. Annemarie is a fine girl. They wouldn't have sent her over here if she hadn't been a good student."

"It's not that she isn't smart. I just don't think she's a good influence on Marcia. Annemarie is too… advanced."

"You mean you're afraid she might infect Marcia with the demon bug of sex. Shit a brick, woman, what's wrong with that? I think it's about time for our little girl to grow up. Frankly, her lack of development in dating boys is beginning to worry me."

"It would. All you ever think of is sex."

"That's because you're such an inspiration," he said, chuckling. Annemarie watched the shadows merge. For a moment, the woman seemed to tense, then she relaxed. She returned the kiss with all the passion with which it was given.

The Dutch girl started to go into the house, then stopped. She couldn't help herself. She had to spy on them. Peering around the ill-fitting shade, she was suddenly glad she decided to do this spying. The sight of Len's huge prick made her gasp in amazement.

His prick bounced and bucked at full erection. His thick cock looked like a real pussy-pleaser, and it was so long! Seldom had she seen a prick so long. Annemarie guessed that Len was a real fucker. Nothing would hold his muscular body back once he was aroused.

"Get those pretty legs of yours apart!" he said to Kat. "The old cocksman wants to get it on!"

"Like this, master?" the woman replied. The words sent a shiver up the spying teenager's spine. Were they going to play some real adult games? Was he going to actually tie her down to the bed before he fucked her? She couldn't wait to see.

Nothing of the sort happened. Len took both of Kat's slender wrists in his hand and held them firmly above her head. With his other hand he reached down and began stroking the woman's inner thigh. She seemed to resist him just enough to make him angry.

"God damn it, open up! I'm going to fuck you good even if I have to beat you into submission!"

"Fuck you!" the woman snarled back. Annemarie's cunt began to water. Would he actually hit her? Annemarie would demand it if she were in the woman's position. Nothing was better than having a man force his will on her. He had to show her he was master, and then she would gleefully submit to him.

Len applied more pressure to Kat's thigh, and forced one of her legs over the side of the bed. This opened her pussy to the spying girl's full view. She could see her inner pussy lips poking out eagerly, as if demanding the blunted end of a prick for an erotic kiss.

Annemarie licked her lips in anticipation, imagining what it would be like to be in bed with a stud like Len. She felt her pussy begin to drool its juices down the inside of her leg. She reached down and pulled up her skirt, lightly stroking her slick cunt lips. Her panties were already soaked.

She decided to take off her bikini panties. Casting the soggy panties aside, she felt the cool night wind blowing over her agitated pussy lips. It sent even heavier shivers into her body. She plunged her fingers all the way up into her cunt. She worked her nimble fingers against her pussy walls, stroking, feeling, stimulating. She felt her breath growing in shorter and faster gusts. Her entire body was responding, and she looked once again into the bedroom.