Robert Vickers: Seducing her family

"No, I don't!"

"Oh, but you do. Men would be interested in you if you styled your hair differently and used a little more makeup. And what is this hang-up you have about them desiring you physically? What is so wrong about that? I take it as the supreme compliment."

"Well, I guess I don't hate men like I said," admitted Marcia. "It's just that I get so uptight around them and don't know what to do."

"That comes with practice. And you should practice at every turn. Why don't you and that lovely Mr. Jensen get it on? I think he would be a gentle lover for you to start with. He seems like such a nice man, and if his prick is anywhere near the size I think it is, he will be one hell of a fine lay!"

Marcia looked shocked. "But Mr. Jensen is a teacher! I, we, that is, we can't!"

"Why not? Isn't he a man? Aren't you a woman? I fail to see what can possibly be the matter. Surely, you think he is attractive."

"Oh, yes," sighed Marcia. "He's the handsomest man in the whole school. I even have dreams about him."

"Then seduce him. Don't let this silly sex taboo between students and teachers get in your way. If I have him figured out right, he won't let it get in his way!"

"Yeah, I know. There's all sorts of stories about him and a couple of the cheerleaders."

"I will show you the proper moves to put on him, and he can be yours, too."

Marcia fidgeted all through algebra class. She couldn't help thinking about what Annemarie said about fucking Mr. Jensen. How she wished she had the nerve to do something like that! But she secretly doubted her Dutch friend would ever do it. She'd just been spouting off, trying to act like a sophisticated woman of the world.

Yet, hadn't she actually fucked five football players at the same time? She'd watched and it had made her hot, seeing all those ugly, awful pricks, and all the excitement one blonde girl could generate. It had done things to Marcia which she didn't quite understand. She had gotten this incredible hollow feeling deep inside her.

Even stuffing three of her fingers into her cunt and rubbing them around hadn't relieved the urges she'd felt. They only got worse. What horrible spell did that seductive blonde teenager cast upon her?

After class, Annemarie didn't say a word to her. She just made, a beeline for Mr. Jensen. Marcia heard her friend's words and marveled again at how smooth she was.

"Mr. Jensen, there is something I don't understand."

"Well, Annemarie, that's why I'm here. I'll help you in any way I can."

He swallowed hard as he noticed that the top three buttons of the girl's blouse were undone. And when he saw her bare tits moving around inside, he became even more upset. He wished she wouldn't bend forward quite so much. But what could he say? He couldn't tell a eighteen-year-old girl she was making him uncomfortable and hard.

Then he heard the end of what she was saying. It shocked him. "… so why don't we simply fuck? We are both attracted to one another."

"Your language, young lady!" he flared indignantly. He had to work to make it sound good, because the same thought had been drifting through his mind. No girls in any of his classes looked anywhere near as hot as Annemarie.

"I said it wrong? Let's screw, perhaps. Is that better? Or, should we call? I'll get those idioms down one of these days. But until I do, let's fuck."

She sat on the edge of the desk, swinging her long, lithe legs. Every now and then he spied a flash of satiny skin all the way to her pussy. He could see her shocking pink panties. He was going to have to work to control himself.

But the wanton bitch wouldn't let him!

She reached over and pulled down his fly before he could say a single world. His prick leaped out as eager as a racehorse in the starting gate. There wasn't a damned thing he could say now. He was obviously eager to take her up on her offer!

"See?" she said. "I am right. And now, let's get on with it. We both need each other ever so much!"

"But what if someone comes in and sees us! I can lose my job if they catch us. Hell, girl, they fired the principal last year for knocking off a piece of ass on the side. And he only did it a couple of times!"

"How unfortunate," Annemarie said. "He should have done it more. At least then his firing would not have been such a tragedy. He would have had recompense for the injustice they showed him."

She dropped to her knees and sucked his prick into her mouth. He tried to shove her away, when he saw old Constance Prunewhip, the home economics teacher, trundling by out in the hall. She'd turn him in to the school board in a flash if she saw anything amiss in his class. They hated each other.

Mr. Jensen gasped the golden locks of Annemarie's hair and pulled her face over his prick. He couldn't have her standing up so that Ms. Prunewhip would see.

"Ummm, such a tasty prick you have, Mr. Jensen! I love it! And let me give you a special treat I learned in Europe. You need only sit and wait." And then she dived back to giving him one hell of a blow job. The man felt the sweat popping out on his forehead. But he didn't dare wipe it away. He couldn't take his hands from the girl's head for an instant. He mustn't allow her to raise up, or that old battle ax in the hallway would see.

By the time he noticed the other teacher was gone, so was his will power. He was so damned horny for this chick sucking on his cock that he would have fucked her during an assembly, on stage, in front of the principal and the entire student body.

"God, Annemarie, I can't take any more of this! I've got to have my prick in your cunt, fucking you, giving us both all the kicks we can stand."

She looked up, smiling broadly. "I knew you would agree with me. When two people are attracted to one another, why shouldn't they show it?"

"Things are different in America," was all he could say. Then he lifted her up, turned her around, and bent her over the desk so the curves of her lovely ass were poking seductively up at him. He lifted her skirt enough to see the pink silk of her panties. He caressed her ass for a few seconds, then savagely ripped her panties off.

"Ummm, I like a man who takes charge of the fucking from the very start," she told him. She silently hoped that he would tie her up, perhaps whip her snowy white ass until it was a rosy pink, then fuck the living hell out of her. But she couldn't ask for those things. They had to be done by him. He must be the dominant one.

He did none of them. She sighed as she felt him pressing close to her from behind. He pressed his meaty prick hotly between the slabs of her asscheeks and then discovered her puckered asshole. She shuddered as he nudged the head of his prick into her asshole.

"Want me to fuck you up the ass?" he whispered hotly in her ear nibbling at her earlobe. "No, no, please not that!" she said, hoping he knew she meant "yes".

But they weren't on the same wavelength at all. He took her at her word and slipped his prick away from her clenched asshole, moving toward the drooling lips of her cunt. With one long, strong poke, he fucked deeply into her pussy.

She cried out at the suddenness of it. She hadn't been expecting this at all. He shoved her forward across the desk. She dug her fingers into the wood and sobbed with joy.

"You're so big in me!" she said. "And you fucked me so fast! It is a surprise!"

"Not now it isn't," he told her gripping her hips. He guided himself as he thrust even more deeply into her cunt. He gasped at the heat radiating out from her agitated pussy. Her cunt walls pulsed and stroked along his cock, and he felt he'd found paradise. He wanted to fuck her all day long, letting his cock soak up all of her cunt juices and heat.

But the girl began wiggling her ass in a wanton invitation to really fuck her. He tightened his hold on her silky, smooth skin and slowly pulled out of her cunt. Then he slammed hard into her again. His slow retreat followed by rapid re-entry was driving her out of her young mind.