The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the neighborhood mate-swapping group.
Anne Reese is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her lies a perversity that even she at first refused to recognize, a perversity that haunts her dreams and eventually forces her to act.
TEACHER'S HOT FUN-the story of one woman haunted by the perversity of the passion seething within her. Hers is a serious tale, and a reflection on the many problems facing our society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Anne was surprised by the grocery boy. There had been so much on her mind. She was without her husband for the first time in almost twenty years; she had moved to a new home; and she faced the future with uncertainty.
She had forgotten she'd ordered the groceries. When she heard the knock she simply called, "Come in."
She had also forgotten she wore only a white satin robe, which hung open to reveal a beautiful pair of white panties, snug and tight around her hips and ass. They pulled tightly at the thick, mossy softness between her legs. A white bra, shiny and elegant, cradled her lovely, big tits. They jiggled, bulging in the bra like two delicious cream puffs.
She had on a slick, white garter-belt, dark nylons hooked tightly to the garter-straps, and a hot pair of gleaming white high-heels. She was drawing a glass of water at the sink.
When she turned to see the grocery boy, she was surprised, because she thought it would be her friend Judy, meeting her for the dinner appointment.
The grocery boy damn near dropped the two bags of groceries when he saw Anne. There was no question that this forty-five-year old woman was gorgeous. She had kept her body sleek and fit with regular aerobics classes, and her face retained the beauty of her youth. Her eyes were glowing green, her cheeks set high, her skin smooth, and her lovely lips thick, juicy, and inviting.
The boy set the groceries on the kitchen table. He handed her the bill. Anne smiled at his passionate gaze, told him to wait, went in the other room and got her checkbook.
The boy had a hard-on when she returned to the kitchen, Anne saw the bulge in his jeans immediately. She sat down and wrote him a check. Her robe hung open, her tits looked as though they might pop out of the bra as she leaned over to write.
She stood up and handed the lad the check. He was a handsome boy, with a shaggy blonde surfer cut, round face, lean well-tanned body. He wore a white T-shirt and jeans.
His hand shook as he took the check from Anne. She saw him stare at her tits. It had been so long since she'd had sex. The boy's fuck-hot stare excited her.
Anne stood up. The boy's eyes swept over her lush, mature body. They almost started a fire as they stared at her pussy-packed panties. Anne saw the bulge in his jeans thump, pressing out the faded denim even farther.
The boy looked into her face, that beautifully etched elegance, her hair short, perfectly coiffed, with straight bangs across her forehead.
"Thank you, ma'am," the lad muttered.
Anne smiled, moved closer to the grocery boy. He shuddered.
"My, you're shaking all over," she purred.
"Oh, ma'am! You're just ... you're really ... I mean you're beautiful!"
"Why, thank you," Anne cooed. "What's your name?"
"Warren."
"I'm Anne. I wrote a tip onto the check for you, Warren."
The boy could smell Anne's fresh perfume. She stood regal and gorgeous before him. She made no move to tie the robe. Just let the boy gawk at her exquisite curves.
Anne nodded at his crotch. "What's that?" she whispered.
"I, uh, well . ... "
"Is that what I think it is?" Anne cooed.
She reached out and palmed his hot erection through the jeans. The boy shivered and moaned.
"Oooooh!"
It had been so long since Anne had felt a cock, and this cock was hard as a butter knife. She slid her palm up and down on the hard prick and looked the boy in the eyes. His face was etched with desire, lust, anticipation! This thrilled Anne. She knew she had a magnetic effect on the opposite sex. She always had. She'd always drawn men to her, always had a line waiting for her favor, but because she was married, she'd never tasted the delights that this could have produced.
She unzipped the grocery boy's zipper, reached in and pulled out his prick. "Mmmmm," she murmured. The lad had a seven-and-a-half-inch prick that stuck out of his fly, strong, hard and solid. Anne clasped his cockshaft.
"Goodness," she sighed. "You're really hard, Warren."
Indeed, the boy's cock had never been harder. He shuddered again, his whole body tingling at the touch of the beautiful woman. Anne inspected his cock, sliding her soft fingers up and down his cockstalk, then she squeezed down, gripping his erection with a full hand.
She slid her hand in and out on his smooth slick cock skin. The lad came!
"Ooooo, whooo!" he panted.
"Oh, my!" Anne exclaimed.
The head of his cock expanded and released a huge stream of thick cum-cream. The hot jizz spat from his cock tip in a steady flow. A gob of cum splashed against Anne's thigh. She felt the hot splat, felt the juice trickle down her leg.
Anne squeezed harder on the erupting prick. Another huge goop of cream spewed from the redheaded cock. She gasped in amazement at the overflowing explosion. She jigged her hand in and out, pulling the hot, slick skin of Warren's prick.
The boy moaned. "Oh, ma'ammmmmmm!"
Anne watched the juice spurt from the tip of his cock. She slicked her hand faster on the hard prick. The boy moaned again. More hot cream spilled out, splatting up on Anne's forearm, near her elbow.
"Oh, wow!" Anne gulped.
She beat faster on the lad's prick. He kept coming. She'd never seen a cock spit like Warren's was doing. The hard erection stiffened, expanded in her hand, and Anne could feel the throb of his climax, the pulsing beat of the hot cock.
"Warren, you're just squirting all over the w kitchen!" Anne gulped.
The young lad pushed out his hips, threw out his arms wide, and his body stiffened as he kept climaxing. His cock fizzed more cream. Juicy globs gushed. Anne jerked faster, harder, giving the boy a fantastic hand-job. She enjoyed doing this to him. She liked to masturbate men. Her pussy twitched. Spritzed. She felt cunt-cream seep into the crotch of her panties.
Warren mumbled and whined as she fucked his cock with her expert fist.
Anne was amazed at how hard Warren's prick really was, and the way it kept squirting and foaming. The poor boy was filled with cum. She slicked her hand in and out underhanded on the stiff cock, her thumb hitchhiking lewdly in a fast blur.
"Uh, oh, whoof, whoof!" the boy blurted hotly.
The rim of Anne's thumb and forefinger was smeared with a thick chunk of white cream. She jacked with a precision stroke, bringing the boy to new heights of pleasure.
The boy breathed in short choppy gasps. "Uh, uh, uh ... OOOOO, whewwww!" he whispered.
He went limp and staggered backwards. Anne lost her grip on his prick, and Warren fell into a chair at the kitchen table. He sat there, heaving, panting, gasping for air.
Anne noticed that the lad's prick stayed hard. His prickshaft, all slimy and sticky, stood up like a spike. She had never seen anyone cum like the grocery boy just had ... and then to keep up, stay hard like this, it intrigued the older woman.
"Take your jeans down, Warren," Anne said.
The boy slid his jeans and jockey shorts down so they were in a pile at his tennis shoes. His cock stuck out from a patch of blonde curls between his legs. His nuts were like golf balls bulging against the chair.
Anne slipped out of the white robe and stood before the handsome young boy in her white panties, bra, garter-belt, nylons, and white heels.
Warren gasped at her beauty and sexy charm. His eyes roved from her face to her tits to her panties to her legs, and back to her face. Anne smiled patronizingly. Warren's cock trembled, thumped and wobbled. A drop of cum creamed out the tip and ran down the stalk.
"My goodness, Warren," Anne whispered. She put her hands on her hips and stared at the boy's large prick, which shivered so hard and gooey between his legs.
Warren grasped his cock and pumped wildly on the sticky shaft.
"Ooooooh, Warren!" Anne gulped, thrilled with the sight of the boy jacking himself off.
The lad chopped furiously at his prick. His fist slid up and down with blinding speed. "Oooooh, ma'am!" he panted.
"You naughty boy, Warren," Anne huffed, rolling her lush hips, bumping her pussy out, undulating lewdly.
"Oooof, jeez!" Warren choked.
Anne loved the way the boy sat hunched over on the chair, beating his cock. The lovely sight made her hot. Cream spritzed her purring pussy lips.
"Do you jack off a lot, Warren?" Anne whispered.
"Oh, yeah!" the boy moaned.
"Jack off to me, Warren," Anne purred. "Fuck your fist while you look at me. Do I look good?"
"Yes, yes, oooooh, yes!"
Anne shoved her hand inside her white panties. Her knuckles bulged out the crotch. She hooked her finger in her twitching cunt and fucked herself. Her hand jigged hotly inside her panties. She spread her legs, set her white high-heels apart on the kitchen floor. Warren gaped at her panties and pounded his prick faster and harder.
Anne's pussy became slurpy-wet. She toyed with her panties and tugged them down around her thighs in a thin fold. She undulated her hips and stuck her finger back in her cunt, jiggling her clit, fucking her slit.
"Jeez!" the boy huffed.
Anne worked her finger faster. She rolled her hips. Warren whacked at his cock, his eyes staring at her every move. He came. The boy's cock blew out another big load of cream. Gobs of jizz flew through the air. Anne watched the lad's cockhead erupt, and finger-fucked her cunt furiously. She came with him. A bright, tingling sensation zinged through her body. A delightful feeling overcame her.
Warren panted and moaned as his prick spat cum in a high arc. Big blobs of cream splattered on the kitchen tile, Anne bent over at the waist as her climax gripped her. She watched Warren's blinding-fast hand-job, saw the cream slide down over his pumping hard, and she delighted in the boy's passion for her.
"Mmmmm, mmmm!"
Warren fell back on the chair. His hands hung at his side. He panted, heaved, trying to catch his breath. His cock spilled out another shot of cream that trickled down his prick stalk to his balls.
Anne tingled through the final twinge of her sensational climax, shuddering a quick shiver, a divine twitching. She pulled her hand out of her panties. Her fingers were dripping with cunt-juice. She straightened up and looked at Warren hanging on the chair.
His right hand was covered with cum. It hung loose from his side. He was spent. He'd cum three times. Anne's kitchen floor was splashed all over with his cream. But his cock stood straight as a hammer handle.
Anne caught her breath. She noticed the flood of cream on the shiny tiles. "My, Warren ... look what you've done. You've squirted all over my kitchen floor. You're going to have to clean that up before you go," she whispered huskily.
Warren breathed deeply, a long satisfied sigh. His cock thumped and wobbled. Anne walked to him, bent over, slid her hand down over his squishy red cockhead, ran her fingers along his juicy fuck stalk, fluting down, down to his balls which were soaked with globules of cum.
She squeezed Warren's balls, clasped his prickshaft with her other hand and jerked up and down in a long slow stroke. Her hand slid easily over the creamy prick.
Anne bent over farther and licked her tongue over the top of Warren's cock. He sighed again. She swirled her tongue off the sides, over the top, swishing the cum, sucking the juice into her butter soft mouth.
"Mmmmm, mmm," Warren moaned.
Anne slicked his come between her lips, sealed them around his stiff prick and sucked. Her beautiful head slipped up and down on the throbbing teenage cock.
So hard! she thought. Kids can get so hard!
She sucked deeper on the hot prick. Her lips looked good to Warren. They were puckered lewdly on his cock. She sucked up and down.
Anne slowly lifted off the big cock, stood up, spread her legs, rubbed her pussy and looked at the handsome young boy. He grabbed his cock and started jacking to her.
The older woman slid her panties down her hips, her thighs, took them down her legs and stepped out of them. She was a goddess in her white garter-belt, the nylons, white heels, her bulging white bra.
She straddled Warren, sliding in on the chair, coming down on his thighs. She fisted his cock, held his cockstalk straight, lifted up, and screwed her pussy onto the hard-on.
"Ooooh," Warren mumbled.
Anne looked at him heatedly. Her eyes were two passion pools. She gave him a sexy smile and began moving up and down on his prick, the slick stalk sliding hot and hard up into her cunt.
"Are you always this hard, Warren? Does your prick stay hard all the time?"
"Uh, huh!" Warren babbled.
Anne screwed her ass up and down on his hot young cock. She loved the hard feel of the thumping erection filling, plugging her pussy, the slick and fuck of the friction. Warren humped his ass up off the chair and fucked up to her.
Anne bumped up and down, bounced on him. She entwined her fingers around his neck and held on. She bucked, banged, fucked, and humped on the teenage prick.
Oh God, how she needed this! she thought. Needed to fuck. It had been so long ... so long!
She fucked faster, enlarging Warren's cock with her sticky slick and slide. She leaned in and kissed him. A sloppy French kiss. She shoved her tongue in his mouth and fucked his tongue. She got her ass and hips moving in time with the flutter of her tongue. She felt Warren tremble, quiver beneath her.
She broke the kiss. She fucked faster. Warren gasped, sucked in his breath. Anne jumped up and down on his cock. There was a sweet slurping sound as cunt clutched cock. Anne gritted her teeth and ground her hips down hard on his stiff prick, taking all of the shaft up into her cunt. She undulated on the big erection, shoved forward, pulled backward, ground her ass on his thighs. A fabulous fucking. A grand fucking.
Warren groaned like a dog. He lifted up off the chair. His body stiffened. He came. Jets of cream pumped into Anne's cunt. She pulled up, standing in a straddle, the boy's cock in her pussy, and fucked in and out on his stiff staff, fucking Warren like the boy might disappear.
Then Anne came. A delicious flood of sensation licked at her fabulous body. Goose bumps crawled up and down. She shook all over. She fucked faster. A sweet feeling gripped her.
"Jesus, Warren!" she yelled. "Honey, baby!"
"Oh, ma'am!" the boy sobbed.
"We're cumin' together!" Anne shouted.
Indeed ... and it wouldn't be the last time.
Fucking again felt so wonderful to Anne. She rode the boy's hot, hard prick. Her ass slapped with beautiful thwacks and cracks on Warren's thighs as she bucked up and down.
She came in another wave of pure pleasure, leaned in and plastered Warren with a hot kiss as she fucked up and down, around and around, a wild widow in hot bitch desire.
Warren took the cue and banged back at her. His cock spiked her cunt. Anne felt the hot splash of cream pouring into her pussy. She quivered again, the ripples of thrilling pleasure continued zinging through her fabulous body.
"Uh, uh, whooooo!" Anne sobbed.
She plopped her ass down full on him and ground around in sweet circular motions. She drained Warren's cock. He fell back on the chair. She lay motionless on top of him.
"Oh, Warren!" she whispered.
"I love you," ma'am," the boy gurgled. "I love you!"
Anne smiled and lifted off. The boy's cock finally went down, fell into a curl at his crotch. Anne knelt between his legs, leaned in and rubbed the slippery-soft prick all over her bulging tits. She pulled her tits out of her bra, settling them high on top of the bra, manipulating his juicy prick on the nipples.
She felt Warren shudder. His cock thumped. Suddenly his prick was rising in pulsing beats. It was so swollen, the cockhead so red and shiny. She clasped the stalk and shoved her hand up and down.
"Oooooh," Warren mumbled.
Anne stood up over him. She did a lewd bump-and-grind. Warren grabbed his cock and jacked. Anne watched with fascination, then dipped to her knees again.
"Let me do it. Let me give you a hand-job, Warren," she cooed, and her hand began a neat, perfect slick and slide on his stick-hard prick. She jigged up and down, faster and faster.
Could the boy cum again? she wondered.
She chopped faster. Her hand became a blur. She pumped wildly, Warren moaned. Stiffened in the chair. He screamed. His cock erupted, cum shooting from the tip. Anne jacked him faster.
A steady stream of juice spit from Warren's hard cock. Anne's hand fluttered wildly on the thumping, throbbing stalk. She fucked him with her fist. A lovely, sweet, slushy-slick sound filled the kitchen, as her hand danced on the huge teenage prick.
Warren collapsed on the chair. The poor lad was worn out, strung out, depleted. He was dizzy. He shook all over. Anne stood up. She straddled him again. This time she pushed her cunt into his face. She lifted her skirt and held it up around her waist. She undulated her hips, her ass swaying and swinging.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmfffff," Warren mumbled.
Anne pushed her pussy to his gaping mouth. "Lick on my cunt, Warren. Lick my slit and make me feel good goddamit!"
Warren munched, chewed, sucked on the beautiful woman. His tongue twirled up and down her soft, wet pussy slit. He reached behind her and clutched her incredible ass. His fingers pinched into the pliant, marvelous flesh.
Anne ground her cunt at his face. "I wanna sit on your face Warren. I want you on the floor, in the cum, and I wanna sit on your fuckin' face."
She pulled Warren to the floor, tossed him down on the cum-soaked tile. She lifted her skirt high and kneeled over his head. Her knees boxed his ears. Then she spread wide and screwed her ass down lewdly and sat on his face.
"Ah, yeah!" she sighed.
Warren's head twisted from side to side. He lapped his tongue at Anne's pussy like a hungry dog. She sat on top of him and screwed her ass, pushed her pussy harder against his face.
"God, Warren, lick my cunt like that! Yeah, good boy, that's it, suck on my cunt like that ... ah, yes ... Jesus, Warren, eat me! Eat meeeeeee!"
She came in a brilliant, bright flash of gripping passion. She felt the marvelous tingle race through her. Her whole body shuddered with delight.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "So good. This is so damn good. "Oh, shit! Fuck!"
She floated high on the crest of her fabulous climax, the feel and sweep of the titillation, the marvelous buzz flitted through her, charming her, exciting her, inflaming her. She groaned into another climax. Warren sucked her cunt into his mouth and chewed on the sweet delicacy. This enraptured the older woman. She fucked her pussy into his face furiously, bouncing on him, grinding on him, screwing her hips around and around.
She finally fell over, her hands on the floor, over him. She gasped to catch her breath. Warren lay beneath her, his lips, his mouth all scratchy red.
"I love you!" he sputtered.
"If you love me, get up and clean the cum off my kitchen floor. Just look at it. You squirted cream all over my floor, you naughty boy."
Warren got on his hands and knees. Anne stood over him. She unbuttoned her skirt. It fell to her feet.
"Pick up my skirt," she commanded.
Warren crawled to her white high-heels and picked up her skirt and handed it to Anne. She tossed it on the kitchen table and stood resplendent in her nylons and her shiny high-heels, her bra over which her huge tits sat like two oysters on the half-shell.
"Take my panties and swab up all the cum, Warren," she purred.
Warren crawled to her pretty pink panties. He picked them up tenderly and fondled them.
"Go ahead, Warren, suck 'em, lick 'em, kiss 'em!"
Warren thrust the panties to his face and licked at the creamy crotch. He chewed them into his mouth, sucked voraciously.
"Clean up that cum!" Anne snipped.
He took Anne's pink panties and brushed them over the creamy puddles on the kitchen tile.
"There's a big hunk of cream there by the chair, Warren. Clean that up. Good, that's good, Warren, clean up all your cum."
Warren worked feverishly on the floor, down on all fours swishing the pink panties over the cum-slicked tiles. Anne bent over and paddled his naked, cute, tight ass.
"You naughty boy, Warren! You spilled all that hot juice on my kitchen floor, shame on you," Anne smiled, bending over the boy, paddling his cute ass.
She caressed his nuts that hung down between his thighs like a couple of ping-pong balls. She jiggled them on her palm.
Warren's cock trembled to a swollen erection. The stalk wobbled, thumped, pulsated. Anne shoved her finger up his ass-hole.
"Oh, ma'am!"
Anne slipped her other hand between his legs and underhanded his hard prick. She grasped the steaming fucker, curled her fingers on the pulsing erection, and squeezed. She slicked her hand in and out and fingered his ass.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah ... ahhhhhh!" Warren moaned.
His cock splashed a load of cum to the kitchen tile. Anne felt his prick swell in her hand. She gripped harder and pumped faster. She watched his cock squirt. A thick stream of cream flushed from the head and splashed to the tile.
"Warren!" Anne huffed. "You're doin' it again ... you're shootin' your cum on the kitchen floor. You better stop!"
"I can't ... I can't!" the boy howled. "I just can't."
Anne pumped his prick. Juice fizzed from his hard erection. Warren mopped at the thick liquid with Anne's panties.
She fingered his ass-hole and fucked his cock with her fist. It was a delightful experience the young lad would never ever forget.
Neither did Anne.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day, Anne had time to think about what she would do with her new life, widowed, alone, the future in doubt. She had a teaching certificate which she always kept renewed, so she scanned the daily paper and found a substitute teaching job. She read an ad that interested her.
English Teacher-two days a week. Substitute. Call Mr. Hudson, Principal, Beethoven High School.
Anne was reaching for the phone when it rang. She was surprised to find her first husband on the line. She hadn't heard from him in years, but she knew he still loved her, still carried a hot torch for her.
"Dave, where are you?" she asked.
"Just down the street."
"How . ... "
"I'd love to see you."
"When?"
"Right now. Are you busy."
"No."
"I'd like to take some pictures of you."
"Pictures?"
"You once, many years ago, promised I could take some sexy pictures of you."
"I did?"
"Yes, can I do it? I'll pay you."
"You will?"
"Yes, I'll make it worth your time."
"Mmmmmm . ... " Dave hung up.
Anne smiled to herself. She knew what Dave wanted, and she was flattered that after all these years he'd still want to see her, pay her for her time.
She rushed upstairs to dress properly for the occasion. She knew what this man liked. He was tall, sandy-haired, thin, a couple of years older than her.
Yes, she knew what he wanted.
* * *
Anne was stunning in a tight black skirt that wrapped like a wet towel around her luscious hips and fabulous ass. It hemmed out just above her knees. Her fine, sleek, tapered legs were encased in sheer nylons, and again she wore her shiny bright, white high-heels.
Her suck-sweet tits, big, round, pushed out her tight white sweater. Her beautiful face was framed by perfectly coiffed hair; her lips were bright red, and her honey-brown hair itched to be messed.
"Let me have a picture of you standing there with your hands on your hips, Anne," Dave said.
Anne stood sexily, her feet apart. She pushed out her hips and slid her hands onto her sides in a provocative pose. Dave snapped a picture. Then she sat down in an easy chair. He shot a photo of her sitting. Anne pulled her skirt up on her thighs, just above her nylon tops. He snapped another picture. She crossed her legs and he flashed again. She uncrossed her legs, set them apart, her feet on the floor. She slid down in the chair, her ass on the edge and pulled the skirt up over a thrilling pair of pussy-packed pink panties. Dave trembled and shot a picture. He was delighted at the tight, snug fit of the panties at her crotch, the way they pulled in so hot at her pussy which shaded through the thin pink like a rich brown carpet.
"Oh, baby!" he breathed hotly.
Anne smiled, a sexy grip, her lips tugged at the corner, her mouth puckered in a little O.
Dave and Anne kissed tenderly, lovingly, their lips together in a moment of sweet slobbering bliss. Dave played his hand down over Anne's back, slid it farther and shoved his fingers into the sweet, soft elegance of her fabulous ass.
He shuddered at the feel of the sculptured beauty. His hand explored the smooth curve, his finger trailed up her asscrack, feeling the indentation through her skirt and the panties underneath.
His cock throbbed against her, rising to a giant erection, Anne moved her hips lightly, pressing against the thumping stalk. She reached between them and her fingers grasped. His prick was like a live fish in a gunny sack, wobbling, jumping around. Anne wound her fingers around the big hard-on and squeezed.
Dave managed to slide her skirt up. Up slowly. He finally had the red mini bunched up around Anne's waist. He roamed his hands over her ass, feeling the soft globes of her incredible ass. Anne squeezed his cock.
They broke their kiss, and Dave gasped, "Oh, Anne, baby, darling, honey!" His heart pounded in his chest. He felt lightheaded being next to this beautiful woman, having his hands on her ass, having her hand clasp his lovesick cock.
He brought his right hand around between them and rubbed her pussy through the pink panties. Anne responded by squeezing her hand on his cock, moving her fingers in and out, up and down on the thick prick.
Dave's hand knuckled out the crotch of Anne's pink panties. He slushed his finger in and out of her cunt. It made a sweet, slurping, liquid sound. He jabbed in and out, fishhooking her pussy, sliding her a hot-fucking finger.
Anne kept a shaking stroke going on the marble hardness of his throbbing prick. She scooted her hand in and out, his cock sliding on her palm. Juice spat from his bright red cockhead.
They broke their kiss and Anne bent over at the waist. Dave's hand slipped out of her panties. She ducked down and kissed the fizzing head of his hot cock.
"Oooooh, Jesus! Anne!" he gulped.
Her bright-red, sucking lips sealed on the head of Dave's bubbling, swollen prick. She kissed lovingly on his cockhead, licked her tongue over the thick gobs of cum clinging to the tip.
"Goddam!" Dave muttered.
Anne slicked the head of his prick in her mouth. Her luscious red lips sealed around his hard cockshaft. She cupped his big balls in the palm of one hand. Her other hand held his prick at the base of the shaft. Her lips slushed up and down on his huge erection.
"You sweet, beautiful pricksucker!" Dave moaned. "Oh, honey! Suck my cock, suck me, suck me, suck me!"
She did. Dave watched the sweet glide of her thick warm lips on his cock. His hard fucker was lodged in her mouth. It felt as though he'd just stuck his prick in a pound of warm butter.
Dave's itchy fingers scratched at the muffy pink crotch of Anne's thin panties. He felt the damp seepage oozing through to his fingertips, just as Anne could feel his warm pre-cum gooping through his slacks to her soft fingers.
"I love you so goddamn much, Anne," he whispered, his fingers plucking her fuckspot. "And I always will."
Anne caught the zipper of his slacks and she hummed the fly open with a metallic zip. She reached inside and grappled with his thumping prick, fisted the stalk and pulled it out. Her fingers wrapped around his cock midway down the shaft.
His hard erection felt like a warm pipe in her soft hand. She squeezed. Dave moaned and plunged his hand into her panties, thrusting deep into the oven-warmth inside. His fingers entwined in the curly carpet of rich pussy hair there. His finger found her wet cunt slit. He slicked up and down, and shoved a finger in her pussy.
Anne's hand worked in and out, jigging Dave's cock, her thumb extended, her grip an underhanded push and pull. She saw his cockhead spit a gob of thick cream, which landed on her wrist.
"Jesus!" Dave gulped. "Jesus, honey!"
He finger-fucked her pussy, and Anne pumped on his prick. They were two people caught in the lusty feeling of desire, and they kissed again, their lips wet, sucking, while their hands played magic with each other's thrills.
A rich, warm tingle filled Anne. She kept a slick stroke going on his smooth, marble-hard cock. Her hand hiked in and out. A big sticky bubble of cum formed on the tip of Dave's prick. Anne's hand filled with juice as she jacked gently.
They broke their kiss, and Anne bent over. Dave's hand slipped out of her panties. She ducked down and kissed the fizzing head of his throbbing prick.
"Honey ... oooooh, baby!" Dave moaned, sucking in his breath.
Anne's bright, red suckette lips sealed on his big cockhead. She licked a gob of cum away, then kissed Dave's prick lovingly, swirling her fabulous tongue all over the tip. She could feel it swell, feel the throb on her tongue; his very life was beating on her tongue.
"Goddam, Anne!" Dave gulped feverishly.
Anne slicked the head of his prick into her soft mouth. Her luscious lips puckered around his hard fuckshaft. She cupped his big balls tenderly in the palm of one hand. Her other hand fluted at the base of his long, wobbling prick.
"Oh, shit, darlin', " Dave groaned.
Anne's head bobbed in and out, her lips sliding in a spitty suck. She felt a squirt of cum flush into her mouth. Dave spread his legs, humped his ass, sending his prick in and out of Anne's mouth in time with the jig of her lovely head. He watched wide-eyed at the sweet glide of her thick, warm lips on his brick-hard cock.
It felt as though he'd stuck his prick in a velvet vise.
"Oh, honey ... your mouth is like hot butter," Dave puffed. His mouth hung open. Pleasure wrinkles creased his forehead. His body tingled all over.
Anne's sugar-sweet lips slurped his squirting cock. She wrapped her fingers around the bottom of his hard, feeling the thick prick there, a hot handful. She cupped his balls and squeezed them as if they were precious jewels.
"Oh, God, Princess ... that's so good. You suck cock so good. Sooooo damn good!" Dave muttered passionately, his voice trembling with the love he felt for this fabulous woman.
He slid his hands along her waist, then under and fondled Anne's big C-cup tits. They felt so plump and huge, so soft and round. This sent a flutter of excitement rushing through Dave's veins.
Anne kept her suck hot. Her lips were fishlocked on Dave's rigid fucker. He looked down, his chin tucked to his collarbone, and watched her gulp his prick.
"I love you, Anne," he sighed. "I love you so goddam much, baby! I love the way you suck my dick!"
Anne pulled back slicking off his hard prick, took it out, and looked up at him. A big string of cum-spit looped from her chin to the tip of his prick.
"I'm glad you like it," Anne whispered, then licked her tongue, flapped it all over the creamy head of Dave's cock.
"Oooooh, baby! Lick it! Mmmmmm, whoooooo, shit, honey!" Dave sighed. He was overwhelmed by Anne's tongue.
He knew if he let her play with his prick much longer, let her swirl her tongue on his cockhead like that, he was gonna explode a load in her wonderful mouth.
His cock trembled. Anne felt it flutter and beat wildly in her tight grip. She spat on his cockhead, dropping big gobs of saliva all over, licking the good down along his thumping fuckstalk. She unbuckled Dave's slacks and fell to her knees in front of him. His shorts were cream-soaked all over the front. She stripped them down and his cock sprung back up like a lever. It wobbled, throbbed and fizzed. Anne cupped his balls again, squeezed his huge, swollen nuts, and fisted his prick. She danced her hand, pumped in and out, hammered his cock in a slow but sure masturbation.
"Anne, Jesus!" Dave sobbed. "Oh, Princess! Oooooooh, oooof, you're beatin' my meat!"
"You damn right I am," Anne cooed, and slid her hand off his balls, sent it sneaking between his thighs, up and under. She curled a finger into his ass-hole.
"Oh, sonofabitch!" Dave gasped.
Anne fucked her finger up his ass and jacked on his cock with precision timing. Dave shook and shuddered. She had him, held his life in her hands, held his lovesick prickstick, sliding her hot hand in and out on the spitty, gooey stalk. Click, click, slick, slick. Jizz spat from the head of his cock. Anne pumped him faster.
"Jack me off, baby!" he huffed hotly. "Pump my prick! Make me feel good, honey."
"I am jackin' you off," Anne purred, her hand chopping wildly on Dave's thick prick. Her finger tipped his ass-hole.
Dave tingled all over with a buzz of sweet, delicious pleasure. He moaned softly. His body shook. Anne thwacked his cock, an overhand grip this time, sliding her hand up and down on the fat fuck stalk.
Faster, faster, Anne thumped his prick. His cockhead bulged, waved from the upper half of his long, hard fucker. Anne's hand had a coating of thick, jizz between her thumb and forefinger, and she kept the pace hot and lusty.
Then he came.
"Ah, uh, uh, uh, ooooofffff! Shit! Oh, fuck, Anne. Shake it! Jack it! Pump, baby pump! Ah, yeah ... yeah! Ahhhhh, whew, mmmmmm, mmmmm, wow!" Dave yipped and yelped.
His cock smoldered, bulged, and tossed out a piping-hot load of cream. Big gobs of juicy goo spewed from the tip of his simmering prick.
Anne's hand jabbed faster, slicked harder, poking, drumming, clobbering Dave's squirting cock. She fisted the stalk of his twitching prick, pulled down, took the first eruption of sizzling cream all over lier tit-filled sweater.
"Goddamn, baby. Oh, oh, uh, huh, uh, oh, oh, oh, oooooooo!" Dave moaned in sheer delight. "Honey, baby ... you're givin' me a beautiful hand-job!" He panted.
"I know I am," Anne said, slugging his prick, a sweet, pumping herky-jerky with her hot hand.
Dave sucked in his breath through gritted teeth. "Oooofff!" His body stiffened and spat out another streaming load of love-jizz. Huge goops of bubbling cream flushed from his big prick. Puddles formed on the floor.
"God that looks good," Anne purred.
"Oh, it feels good, too, darling," Dave choked, his body quivering, trembling.
Anne gripped his prick with both hands now and shoved and pulled, drubbed his creaming cock with fantastic strokes, a wild pumping that sent a toasty, tingling joy through every fiber of Dave's body. He sobbed loudly, shook, groaned in pure ecstasy.
"I love this big, squirtin' cock," Anne breathed hotly.
"Oh, baby! Look at it cum! Come on, milk it, honey ... milk it!"
She did. She banged him with a two-fisted pump and punch. The big prick spat and bubbled, and Dave mumbled, sobbed in elation. Anne's ferocious hand-job slowed, slowed, until his dripping prick softened in her fingers. Big strings of cum clung to his cocktip.
Anne let his prick go, and Dave stumbled backwards into the couch, fell back and sat down, heaving, weak, spent, his body twittering, tingling in a delicious tizzy from his climax.
Anne got up, straightened her skirt, looked at her sweater which was soaking wet with Dave's cum. She took Dave by the hand and led him to the bathroom.
She took a steaming wet wash rag and massaged his wilting cock, cleaned his prickhead, tickling his balls with her fingers as she mopped up the gooey explosion.
They looked at each other in the bathroom mirror. Their eyes met. "I love you," Dave mumbled, putting his arm around Anne. He worked her sweater up and took it off over her head. She stood in her red skirt and her shiny white bra that bulged with the jiggle of her big tits. He pulled her to him and kissed the cleavage of her tits. Then he dipped his hand inside Anne's bra and cupped each big suckle and lifted them over the top of the bra so they sat up high and proud. He eagerly bent to them and kissed the rose-tipped nipples, then sucked lightly, his lips puckered around one tit, then the other, his hands squeezing them together like delicious cream puffs.
"God, I love these big tits!" Dave whispered.
"Suck on 'em then," Anne mumbled.
As he sucked her titties, he snuck his hand down and thrust it into Anne's pink panties, down into the curly warmth of her sweet pussy. It was wet and juicy. He slicked a stiff finger into her sticky pussy slit and began finger-fucking her.
Finally, Dave dipped to his knees. Anne watched in the mirror, saw him lick his tongue over her creamy thighs, biting the straps of her garter, licking up over the tops of her nylons and pasting his lips to the crotch of her pink panties.
"I wanna kiss your panties, Anne," he whimpered.
"I want you to." Anne smiled, and watched Dave kiss at her crotch, felt his hot lapping tongue squeeze up and down between her legs against her panties, and the muffy cunt underneath.
She sat her feet on the floor, her legs apart, and rolled her fabulous hips, screwed her ass around slowly. Dave reached behind her and clutched the globes of her beautiful ass.
Dave's tongue slapped and slobbered all over Anne's pink panties. He licked and sucked at the crotch. His fingers pinched into her plump skin.
Anne watched him in the mirror. She screwed her hips in a slow, lewd roll at his flapping tongue. Dave finally tugged at the top of her panties. He pulled them down slowly over the rich, thick carpet, her delicious brown pussy hair. He rolled the panties in a pink slash around her thighs and mashed his mouth, pasted his lips on Anne's pussy.
"Mmmmm, ooooh," Anne whispered.
Dave's tongue licked lickety-split up and down Anne's wet pussy slit.
"Yeah, baby," she encouraged him, and rolled her hips at his eager mouth.
Dave licked her cunt, sizzled his tongue up and down her cunt slit like a hot flame, sucked her pussy into his mouth and munched gently, tenderly.
"Suck it!" Anne hissed. "Go on, suck my pussy!"
Oh, how he sucked her pussy! He became an enraged possessed man. He sucked her cunt, as much as he could, into his mouth, and chewed voraciously, while his tongue tunneled into the delectable fuckslit.
His hands clutched her elegant ass. His mouth feasted on her pussy. His prick thumped. Anne felt a heart-swelling thrill twitter through her; a steamy intoxication as she watched him eat her cunt in the mirror.
And it was a fantastic sight. Anne, standing there proudly in only her bra, with her exquisite tits up over the top, the white garter-belt, nylons, white heels, and her pink panties tight between her thighs, just above her knees. She rolled her hips in a slow swirl, pushing her cunt into Dave's gaping, sucking mouth.
"I love your pussy," he muttered. "I love it!"
He smooched her cunt feverishly, his tongue waving, wagging, making slurpy strokes in and out, up and down. He munched her sweet muffin. He was down on his knees, down on her, and he loved sucking her cunt, licking it, tonguing, sucking, chewing.
Glug ... slurp ... gulp! like he was sucking the last of a milk shake through a straw.
Anne tucked her chin to her collarbone and looked down at David frantically eating her pussy; then she looked in the mirror to get a better image of the man's head wiggling from side to side, shaking, his mouth wide, fastened to her spritzing cunt. She felt the dandy swell of glorious passion surge through her. She threw her head back and delighted in his urgent hunger.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, baby," Anne whispered. "Do you know how good that feels?"
Dave answered with a hot thwacking of his tongue. He nibbled and found her clit, sucked it into her mouth and tongued.
"Oooooof! Whew!" Anne breathed hotly.
Dave devoured her magnificent pussy. He managed a glance at the mirror, saw Anne with her head thrown back, screwing her hips in a slow, grinding roll, mashing her cunt muff to his mouth; and just as that toasty swell rippled through her, that ecstatic moment of sheer bliss, Anne gritted her teeth and sucked in her breath.
"I'm gettin' it!" she cried. "I'm gettin' it now!"
Dave's tongue danced on her cunt. Splendid shivers of joy shook beautiful Anne. Delirious quivers overloaded her. A sizzling tingle simmered her whole being.
Dave took her to heaven. He sucked her cunt crack, gulping the rich dew, the sticky sprinkle of her climax.
She stiffened, sighed loudly, then reached for the sink for balance, panting, gasping heavily. Dave spunk her around suddenly, clutched her ass, spread the slick, soft cheeks and plunged his piping-hot tongue at her ass.
He licked up and down her ass crack, his tongue a light feather, brushing, stroking the furry delight.
"I'd eat a mile of your shit, baby, just to get to where it came from," he gulped, then sent his tongue fluttering against her tight ass-hole.
A sweet sensation went through Anne. Dave's hot-lapping tongue brought her into a prolonged climax, and to send herself over the edge, she stuck her finger in her cunt and jigged herself.
His tongue wiggled wildly at her ass-hole, in, around, lick, spit-a first-rate rim-job. Anne put one hand on her knee and bent over, rolled her ass as she fucked her finger into her pussy.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," Dave moaned. "Your ass! I love your fabulous ass, Anne!" he burbled, his tongue a hot lollapalooza of splendid feeling; an erotic moment in time.
"God," Anne breathed.
"Mmmmmm, mmmm," Dave gulped, gobbling her ass-hole furiously.
Anne jimmied her finger in and out, in and out, in and out in a hot finger-fuck, working her magic as she came brilliantly, a shaking simmer of ardor, a ravenous sensation of glorious orgasm.
A shuddering climax ripped through her. She turned her head and looked in the mirror, saw Dave on his knees behind her, his face smashed between the cheeks of her ass.
"Go on, tongue-fuck my ass! Fuck my ass. I like it!" Anne yelled.
When their flight of passion diminished, Anne leaned once again against the sink panting, gasping, tingling in the after flow and glow of her splendid cum.
She gripped the sink, looked into the mirror, and Dave got up behind her. His cock was huge and hard, like a iron pipe. The head was bulging red, dripping with his love for her.
Dave humped down behind Anne, spread his feet apart on the floor so his chin was on her shoulder. He guided his hot cock between her creamy thighs. Anne saw his big prick slice into view between her legs, sticking out from her crotch, hot and hard, throbbing up under her pussy. She reached down and fisted the stiff stalk.
"Honey," Dave gasped, looking into her eyes in the mirror. "My prick is so hot for you!"
"I like it hard like this."
She squeezed his cock, pulled on the hard erection, pumped her hand in and out slowly. Dave humped down a little farther.
"Put my dick in your cunt, Anne!"
Anne wiggled her ass, screwed it around, slid his prick into her pussy. Dave immediately fucked a slow stroke to her from behind.
"Oh, God, baby ... we're fuckin'! "
"You're damn right!" Anne huffed.
"Feels so goddam good, darlin'. "
"Push it to me," Anne whispered.
His chin sat on her shoulder. His prick plunged between her legs, connected to her pussy, in and out, back and forth. He reached around in front of her and clasped her superb tits, cupping them in the palms of his hands, squeezing the big suckies.
Anne reached down between her legs, her fingers feeling the friction-slick slide of Dave's cock as it sawed slowly and surely in and out of her creamy cunt.
Their eyes met in the mirror. Anne's mouth formed an "O". Dave's teeth bit his lower lip. He humped at her from behind, his cock jabbing up into her cunt. Anne undulated her delightful ass back at him.
"We were made to fuck, Anne," Dave said, his words hissing from his mouth like hot steam.
"Fucking is beautiful," Anne whispered.
"And you're the most beautiful fuck in the world, honey!"
"You're a good fucker, you're the one," Anne murmured.
"Oh, sweetheart! Jesus! I love you! I love fuckin' you!" Dave babbled.
"Then fuck me."
Dave spiked her good. His cock jammed hard into her pussy. "Mmmmmm," he sighed. "Shit, this is good!"
Anne bent over the sink, her hands grasping the edge. She swirled her ass in a bewitching roll back at Dave.
"God, you move that ass good, honey!"
"It's the best movement you've ever had."
"Oh, yes, Anne. Yes it is."
He squeezed her tits, his tongue licked at her ear. His cock fucked her pussy. They eyed each other in the mirror.
"I'd like to fuck you on the floor," Dave panted.
"The floor's the best," Anne said.
He pulled back, his cock sliding out of her cunt. He turned her around. They kissed savagely and fell to their knees on the bathroom floor, the cool slick tile. Anne lay back, a goddess in her bra, garter-belt, nylons, white high-heels. Dave lowered himself over her. His cock wobbled from side to side. Anne grasped the stalk and pulled the hard prick to her pussy. Dave pushed. She spread her legs. They connected.
His cock slid into her cunt.
"Oooooh," Dave sighed.
"Mmmmm," said Anne.
Dave started a pump. Up and down. His cock sawed Anne's cunt. She hooked her legs around him and bounced her hips at his hammering hard-on. Dave's balls slapped her ass with a sweet thud. Whack, thwack, slap, swack.
"Your balls are bangin' against my ass," Anne whispered.
Dave thumped up and down, his ass arching, his cock sloshing in and out of Anne's pussy. He slipped one arm under her neck, the other arm he slid under her, his hand cupping her ass. Then he slicked a finger up her ass-hole. He fucked his finger there in time with his piston-driving prick.
"Nail my pussy down!"
"Yeah, I will."
"Come on, baby! Nail my pussy!"
Anne bucked wildly off the floor at Dave's pumping prick. She reached behind him and shoved her finger in his ass-hole.
"Nail my pussy down, honey!" Anne yelped.
Dave pounded faster, faster, his cock drubbing her cunt. They kissed savagely, fucking each other in passionate desire on the bathroom floor. Anne bumped her cunt to his brick-hard prickstick.
"God, we're fuckin' good, Anne!"
"Yeah, I like the way you're fuckin' my ass, too," Anne panted.
"Sweet bitch!"
"Come on fuck it, baby. Fuck me!" Anne pleaded.
Dave pumped viciously, harder, harder. Faster, faster. He hammered up and down like he was doing fast push-ups.
"Nail my pussy, baby!"
Their bodies banged against each other. Anne's ass, plugged by Dave's fingertip, bounced up and down off the floor. She pushed up, spread her legs and rolled her hips. A slow circular screwing.
"Oh, God!" Dave gasped. He stiffened like an ironing board. "Like that. Don't stop, Anne. Fuck like that!"
His cock bulged in her pussy. Anne bumped and screwed her hips, pushed her pussy at his throbbing fuckstick. Dave sucked in a long gulp of breath, hissing it between his teeth. "Oooooh, shit! Honey I'm gonna cum!" he gulped.
Anne felt the splash of hot fuck juice cream the inside of her cunt. A hot bubbling load of jizz poured into her pussy. A tidal wave of cum splattered into her steaming cunt-hole. She rolled her hips, fucking Dave off, and then felt the brilliant swell of climax grip her.
"I'm cummin', baby!" Anne cried.
Dave felt her body shudder and quiver. He fucked his finger up her ass, pushed his cock deeper into her pussy, lost in the whirling vortex of his orgasm, coming off with this beautiful woman in an exciting explosion of pure love. His cock blasted Anne's cunt with cream, a riptide of hot juice gushed into her. She fucked at him. He kissed her. They fucked beautifully, came fabulously on the bathroom floor.
And as the fantastic flutter of his cum gripped him, as his prick deluged Anne's cunt with hot cream, Dave babbled with pleasure and ecstasy.
His prick tossed a steady stream of jizz, and Anne's pussy brimmed over, dribbles, trickles of juice flooded out down her thighs.
They finally lay heaving and panting together on the floor; they kissed lovingly, longingly, gently. Dave's cock wilted finally. He pulled out and lay beside Anne.
"That's the best fuck I've ever had, honey," Dave managed.
"I'm glad," Anne whispered, reaching down, feeling his cock, how slippery, foamy, soft, vulnerable it was now. She squeezed out the last splash of cum.
"Could we fuck each other again?" he asked.
"Now?" Anne asked, amazed.
"Yes, now."
"If you can get hard again, I'll fuck you as many times as you want," Anne smiled.
Dave got up. He slipped through the sliding door to the toilet and sat down on the seat, spread his legs, and took his cock in his hand.
"I've always had a fantasy of you standing in front of me being sexy ... dirty. Would you?"
Anne got up, picked up her petite pink panties and stood in front of Dave. "Would that make you hard, honey?"
"Oh, yeah!"
She leaned her shoulders against the wall, stood facing Dave as he sat on the toilet. She twirled the pink panties in her hand, sliding down on the wall so her legs were set apart, her hips out. She was a bitch-goddess in her pink bra, the big tits up over the top, the white garter-belt, the nylons, the white heels, swinging her pink panties, teasing the wide-eyed man on the toilet.
"Play with your pussy, Anne." She reached a hand down and rubbed her pussy.
"God, yes, I love that. I love seeing you do that ... yeah, baby ... like that ... looks good," Dave panted, pulling on his prick, working the slick cum over his cockstalk, which began to expand as he watched Anne play her hand on her cunt.
She leaned over and dangled her pink panties on the creamy red head of his cock, stuck a finger in her pussy at the same time and fingered herself.
This move made Dave's cock leap in his hand. Hard. He slicked his hand up and down, the thick spatters of caked cum, making sloppy, slushing, clicking noises as he lathered his rising erection.
"Oh, honey-fuck," Dave panted. His cock was back on a bristling hard, swollen from so much action, the stalk thick, the head red as a plum, big like a bell.
Anne swished her pink panties over the top, teasing, touching. Dave hacked his hand up and down. Anne finger-fucked her pussy.
"God, that looks good when you do that, Anne," he mumbled. "I love to watch you play with your pussy."
"I like to watch you pump your prick, too."
Dave chopped faster, splayed back on the toilet, Anne over him, dangling her pink panties on his cock, slicking her finger in and out of her cunt.
Dave grabbed her panties from her hand. He brought them to his mouth and turned them inside out. He licked the crotch as he fucked his fist.
Anne leaned back against the wall and rolled her hips, screwed himself with her finger, and watched him jack his cock to her.
He watched intently her every move. His mouth hung open ... his eyes shone with desire. He gulped and choked. He pumped faster, harder, hammering his fist on his thick prick.
A hot squirt of fuck juice spat from the head of his thick prick. A goop of cum that splashed in a high arc, then fell to the bathroom floor.
Anne smiled approvingly. She swept her tongue slowly, licked over her red lips. Dave smashed his hand up and down his slimy cock in a furious herky-jerky. He licked her panties.
"Anne, honey. I love just lookin' at you!" he gulped.
"You love jackin' off to me, too ... don't you?"
"God, yes! Oh, yes. Oh, Jesus ... yes!" he cried, his hand a blur on his cock, his cockhead like a red rubber ball. He took Anne's pink panties and wiped the squirting cream from the tip of his prick.
Anne fucked her finger into her cunt with fluid strokes. She rolled her divine hips. Her big tits sat deliciously over the top of her bra. She was pure beauty ... a madonna ... a Venus ... a fuck queen.
"Punch your pussy, princess," Dave hissed.
"Pump your prick!" Anne retorted.
Dave sat on the toilet, the top half of his cock wagging, while his hand slicked the bottom half of the stalk.
Anne dipped to her knees between his legs in front of the toilet. She bent over and kissed the top of his prick, licked her tongue over his shiny prickhead.
"Anne, you sweet bitch!" Dave groaned.
She bent down farther and licked at his balls. Dave slid forward on the toilet. His big nuts hung off the front of the toilet seat. Anne kissed and sucked the juicy jewels.
Dave's heart beat wildly. His breath came in sweet gasps. "Oh, oh, ah ... suck my balls!" he sobbed.
Anne kept a slow poke with her finger in her cunt, rested one hand on Dave's thigh for balance and nibbled his balls. They were big, round, swollen. Dave beat on his cock. Anne licked his nuts and finger-fucked her pussy.
She tongued up over his jackhammer hand, over the cum-soaked knuckles, licked up his steaming fuckstalk and opened her mouth on the head of his cock, sealing her lips around the squirting cockhead.
"Cocksucker!" Dave yelped, and beat his prick against her lips. "Beautiful cocksucker!"
Anne let him pump the head of his prick at her sweet red lips. She felt the beating, throbbing, the pulsing of the head. She lifted off his prick just as it heaved and fired out a thick stream of boiling cream. A big glob squirted her on the chin. Another splash hit her on the cheek. Dave jacked wildly as he came.
Anne got up. She straddled Dave, still fingering her cunt. She spread her nyloned legs wide, sat down on his thighs, took her panties out of his hand, and screwed the top of his squirting prick into her divine pussy.
Dave let his cock go and Anne ground down on the slick fucker, took it deep in her pussy. She could feel the hard cock quiver. She started fucking the spurting prick. She felt the hot, gooey cream gush into her. She bounced up and down, screwed her ass around and around, fucking him, taking his load in her cunt. She came.
The sweet tingle of exultation undulated through her. She bucked wildly on top of Dave, her ass splattering on his thighs when she came down on his dick. Up and down ... up and down, she bounced.
"Ride me, Anne! Goddam, baby, ride me ... ride my prick!" Dave shouted.
"Fuck off!" Anne yelled.
"I'm squirtin' in you!"
"Oooooh, yes ... yes ... squirt off in me," Anne mumbled, bucking up and down on his creaming prick.
Dave humped off the toilet, spiked his cock in as far as he could, felt another load of jizz fizz into Anne. She fucked fervently, hotly, excitedly on top of him, taking all his juice as she fluttered through the glory of a fabulous, captivating orgasm.
Anne bucked and fucked his cock viciously, sliding up and down, up and down, her ass spanking against his thighs, her pussy slick on his shivering, sputtering, spitting, marble-hard prick.
"Goddam, ride me, Anne! Jesus!"
Anne bounced high. Her hair flopped. Her cunt squeezed his cock when he spiked up and she came down. He drove hard into her.
The seduction of his climax boiled through Dave. His prick sloshed out a flood of foamy cream into her pussy.
Her ass splashed down on his thighs. Her cunt devoured his frothing cock. She leaned in and planed her tongue all over his lips, wiggled it into his mouth. Dave sucked it.
He banged up to her. His balls slapped the toilet seat with a dull thud. The slurping creamy sound of their fucking filled the bathroom with a sweet harmony.
It was the kind of fuck every man dreams of-Anne straddling Dave, looking sensational in her nylons, garter-belt, her big tits over the top of the pink bra.
She broke the kiss and took her pink panties and began slapping Dave's face with them as she fucked him. He stuck out his tongue, licking at the swishing panties. Anne fucked harder, faster, a wild bouncing, and she achieved another climax, a richer, more embracing cum that swept through her like a rumble of thunder.
"Oh, your cock feels good in my ... I'm feelin' good ... I'm cummin' off. I'm gettin' it!"
She bumped high and came down hard, collapsed on Dave, shuddering, trembling.
He was tingling on the end of his climax. "Ah, oh, oh, mmmmm, mmmm, Whew! Anne, baby, fucker, fucker ... you fucker!"
"You're the one," she gasped. "You're a fucker!"
"I love you," he gulped. "I love you!! "
Anne collapsed on top of him, heaving, panting. Dave was splayed out on the toilet seat beneath her. His head lay back on the top of the toilet, his mouth hung open. His cock still hard inside Anne's creamy cunt.
Jizz spilled from the lips of her pussy, dribbled and trickled down her thigh. "Oh, that was a great fuck," she whispered.
"You're the greatest, the best, the most sensational fuck I've ever had," Dave mumbled, his eyes closed.
"Your cock is still hard in me," Anne whimpered, tasting the man's lips with a light kiss.
"I can't keep it down," Dave whimpered. "I'm your fuck slave. My cock is always hard for you, Anne!"
He reached down and lifted Anne's nyloned legs and hoisted them up over his shoulders so they dangled there loose at the knee, so she sat on top of him.
Anne hooked her hands around the back of his neck, tied a knot there as Dave lifted off the toilet seat, lifting Anne with him, up, up until he stood solid, holding Anne by her awesome ass, cupping her ass-cheeks. His cock spiked her. He started swinging her in and out on his iron-hard prick.
Bang, bang, bang! Anne slid in and out on his cock.
"Jesus!" she gasped, hanging on tight as Dave swung her back and forth.
He carried her to the mirror. Anne looked and saw the way she was hooked to him, her legs over his shoulders, his hands balancing her by cupping her ass. She tightened her grip around his neck.
Dave looked in the mirror, and he continued fucking Anne in this position. Anne leaned in and kissed him flush on the mouth. Their tongues dueled.
Dave lowered her to the bathroom floor, fucking her with quick rabbit jabs. Anne lay back and her legs came down. She spread them wide. Dave pumped up and down on top of her, his cock hammering her cunt. His balls banging up against her ass like hard-boiled eggs.
"Are you gonna fuck me again?" Anne cried.
"Damn right."
"Oh, shit ... yeah! Fuck me! Come on fuck my pussy, baby!" Anne yelped.
"I'm gonna fuck your pussy 'till it screams!"
"It's screamin' right now."
"You like a good hard cock, don't you, Anne?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"You'd drop your panties anytime for a hard dick, wouldn't you?"
"You're goddam right I would!"
"That's what I love about you, Anne," Dave sobbed, his body pounding up and down on top of her, his cock slicking fast and furious in and out of her cunt.
"Yeah, that's what I love ... oh, shit ... shit"
He came again. A shower of hot cream poured into Anne's cunt. "Cream my pussy!" Anne screamed. And he did ... one more time.
CHAPTER THREE
Anne set up an appointment with Mr. Hudson at Beethoven High School, met with the elderly man, and received the substitute English job.
She was nervous on her first day. The idea of standing in front of a group of high school students terrified her. She hadn't done it in over twenty years.
She found her office, a small cube at the end of the second floor. She arranged the desk, and when the bell rang made for her first class.
Heads turned, the boys gawked as she strode down the hall, looking splendid in a black skirt that hemmed out just above her knees and a yellow cashmere sweater that bulged provocatively. Her tits pushed at the sweater, big round, scrumptious. like two ripe cantaloupes.
Her beautifully tapered legs were encased in sheer nylons and shiny high-heels. The skirt wrapped around her tight as a butter wrapper. Her hair fell fetchingly on her forehead in a straight cut, the rest coiffed perfectly in a bell shape.
She walked into the classroom and a hush fell over the room. She went to the desk, put down her books and introduced herself.
"Hello, class. I'm Mrs. Reese."
She noticed the class was evenly balanced among girls and boys, about twenty in all. She stood in front of her desk.
"Let's start with basic grammar. The rule is SVO. A sentence must have a subject, verb and object." She strode to the blackboard and wrote a sample sentence: Bobby hit the dog.
"Bobby is the subject, hit is the verb, and of course the object is the dog." As she wrote on the board, her skirt pulled up and wound tighter around her scrumptious ass.
She turned around and went back to the desk and leaned against it. As she explained more grammar, she noticed a handsome young lad sitting in the back of the room alone in the last row. He was behind the rest of the class.
Anne saw the boy's hand under the desk top. He massaged his crotch as he stared at the gorgeous teacher. Good God! Anne thought. The boy is playing with himself in class. She stumbled through the next sentence of her lecture, keeping her head down, her eyes on her book. She looked up again and saw the boy unzipping his jeans.
He was a good-looking lad, one of those young boys who looked like he could turn out to be an Olympic decathlon winner. He had a blonde crew cut, square cut face, smooth skin, and sky-blue eyes.
Anne watched as he reached inside his fly and withdrew a stiff erection. His cock stuck straight up out of his jeans. The boy slid down in the desk and clasped his hand around the hard cock.
Anne couldn't keep her eyes off him. HL pumped slowly as he watched her. She guessed his cock to be a full seven inches, white and smooth as marble, his cockhead bright red.
She stumbled through her lecture, tried to continue. A thrill tingled through her. It excited her to know that at forty-five, she could turn on a young junior in high school.
The boy slicked his hand up and down slowly on his hard prick. Anne tried to read her notes and lecture. It was useless.
Finally, Anne dismissed the class. The boy in the back quickly tried to put his cock away. The students filed out and he sat sheepishly in his desk, his fly open, his hand fumbling to conceal his erection.
Anne walked over to the desk. "What's your name, young man?"
"Ricky Armstrong."
"You should be punished for masturbating in class, Ricky," Anne said.
The boy blushed and looked at her sheepishly. His eyes wandered to her huge tits, those lovely, bulbous tits.
She opened her mouth and licked her tongue over her lower lip. The boy's forehead crinkled and his eyes bulged when Anne slowly began lifting her short, black skirt, up, up, up over the nylon tops, further to reveal her taut white garter straps, higher to show her tight yellow panties. They were softly muffed out at the crotch by the thick moss of cunny hair inside.
Anne held the skirt around her waist. The boy's mouth fell open. His body trembled. His cock flipped out of his fly and wobbled, thumped, pulsed.
"Like this?" Anne purred.
"Mmmmmm, oh, oh yes!" Ricky blurted.
"Do you like to masturbate, Ricky?"
"Uh, I . ... "
"Go ahead. Let me see you do it."
The boy grabbed his cock, turned sideways in his desk, his legs out in the aisle and pumped his hard erection. His hand hammered up and down fast. Anne watched his jig-jag action, saw the creamy head of his cock all bloated and bulging. Ricky thumped his hard prick with an easy stroke.
Anne rolled her hips, her hands on her waist. "You like jackin' off to me?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am ... yes, I love it!"
"Faster, let me see how fast you can fuck it with your hand ... yeah, like that, Ricky ... oh, wow! Yes, fast like that, whew, hoooo, yeah! Go on, do it! Jack your prick. Mmmmmm, yeah! Fuck it with your fist! Faster ... faster. Good boy. Yeah, jack off to me."
Anne managed to get the skirt to hold on her waist, then tugged the top of her panties down over the rich brown carpet of cunt-hair between her legs.
There was a look of passion and desire etched on Ricky's young face. His breath came in gulps. His hand danced on his prick. He stared at Anne's pussy, licked his lips, and beat on his hard cock.
"Oh, Mrs. Reese!" the boy panted. His hand whacked wildly on his cock.
Anne rolled her ravishing hips, pushed her thick, hairy pussy at the boy. He gasped, pumped, fucked his cock with his hand.
Anne rigidly stuck a finger in her cunt and slicked her slit. It spritzed with slick juice.
"Oooohooo," the boy mumbled.
Anne jerked her finger frantically in and out of her pussy.
The boy's cock exploded. A splash of thick cream spat from his wiggling, thumping cockhead. The load of cum arched high in the air and splattered against Anne's belly, trickled slowly down, down into the V of the thick hair surrounding her pussy.
Another big gob of cum splashed from the head of his climaxing cock. Then another. It flushed thick goops of cream, flooding the floor in front of Anne. She slicked her finger and caught the edge of the moment and climaxed with the lad.
"Ah, uh, mmmm, ooof!" the boy muttered. "Oh, ma'am!"
"Cum, Ricky, go on, let it squirt!"
The bell rang. It shattered the orgasm that both the boy and teacher were having. The ringing tingled through Anne with the ripple of her cum.
The boy's cock sputtered and shot out a final splash of juice. His hand was sticky and caked with thick white lather around his thumb and forefinger. The stalk of his prick was glistening with juice.
Anne pulled her panties up and dropped her skirt. "Hurry, put it away, Ricky, before the next class gets here."
Ricky slipped his wilting prick inside his jeans and zipped up. He got up. He was a tall lanky boy. Anne smiled at him.
"Don't jack off in class anymore, Ricky. Come see me in my office."
The boy blushed, nodded, and left the room, just as the next class filed in.
Anne was surprised to see Warren, but not more surprised than Warren was to see her. His heart leaped thinking about the day he delivered groceries to her, the fucking, sucking, the way she made him clean up the cum on the kitchen floor.
Anne smiled at him as he took his seat. This was the sophomore class.
It was a smaller class, mostly young girls, Warren and two other boys were the only males. Warren sat in the front row as Anne introduced herself as the substitute teacher.
He marveled at the beautiful woman, her luscious curves bulging at the black skirt, her succulent tits pushing at the yellow cashmere sweater, her high-heels, her red pouting lips. His cock leaped to a fervent erection.
Kristi Jamison sat next to Warren. She was a pretty blonde who wore a skimpy, blue miniskirt, tight white camisole with thin straps, and mid-heel sandals. Her hair was curly, long, floating about her shoulders. She was thin, but tight-all thin curves with very round, not huge, but just right, just delicious enough, tits so that they bulged against the cotton camisole in two swirls of delight.
She saw Warren's cock punching up in his jeans. So did Anne. Anne stood in front of her desk and lectured. She tried to look away from Warren, to concentrate on the lesson.
Sally couldn't help but stare at the boy's erection. Warren tried to cover it, but the notebook he laid on his lap fell over.
When the bell finally rang, Warren's jeans were soaking wet, a spread of thick cream had seeped through, all over his crotch, down his leg.
The class filed out. Warren sat in his desk. Kristy fiddled with her books, amazed at the goopy stain on the boy's jeans, his cock still pushing up at the crotch.
Anne cleared the desk, put her books together, and started to leave the classroom. Kristy got up and passed her. Anne turned around.
"Warren, you naughty boy, look at you."
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"You better go clean up, then come to my office immediately."
A few minutes later, Anne opened the door to the knock. Warren stood with his notebook covering his crotch. She let him in her office.
"Warren, you can't sit in class and come in your jeans like that."
"But, ma'am ... I can't help it."
Anne smiled, stood up, took the notebook from Warren. His jeans bulged with his young erection. She unzipped his fly and unbuckled his pants. She took them down. His jockey shorts were soaked with cum. She pulled them down. It looked like someone had shot a can of shaving cream in them.
Warren's cock stood out strong, hard as a brick, slick with his juice. She clasped her hand around his bloated fuck-stalk and squeezed.
"I've never been able to forget for one minute that day in your kitchen, Mrs. Reese," Warren whispered.
Anne fondled his hard prick, loved the steaming feel of his erection in her hand, thrilled to the lad's tight, muscular body, his balls hanging handsomely, the creamy tip of his prick.
"I wanna kiss your panties, ma'am," Warren whimpered.
"Is that right?"
"Please!" he begged.
Anne let his cock go, stepped back and slowly raised her skirt up over her nylons, garter-belt, and her snug-fitting yellow panties.
Warren gasped and dived to his knees. He rained tiny, hot kisses all over the front of Anne's panties, his breath steamy, gasping.
He licked his tongue at her muffy crotch, lapped Anne's cunt through her thin, nylon panties. Slap, spat, squish, splash ... his tongue wild, fluttering, frantically fucking Anne's panties.
"Mmmmm, I love ... you ... your panties," Warren babbled between licks.
"Suck my hot panties, Warren. Suck 'em, boy!"
Warren gulped open his mouth and plastered his lips like a plunger on the crotch of Anne's yellow panties.
"That's right, Warren, suck my panties like that," Anne murmured, her chin tucked to her collarbone as she looked down to watch.
Warren sucked intensely. Anne liked it. She liked the feeling of his hot mouth pasted to her hot panties. She put her hands on her hips, held her skirt up for him, and rolled her hips, pushed her panties into his face.
Warren reached for his hard cock. He clasped his hand around his thumping prick and pumped. Sucking and pumping.
Anne watched him jacking his prick. The sight of his hand blurring on his cock, his mouth glued to her panties, excited her. Her pussy twitched. She pushed her hips out and undulated her pussy on Warren's mouth.
"Mmmmmm, mmmm," Warren muffled.
"You little bastard!" Anne hissed. "Suck my panties, come on, eat 'em, Warren! I want you to eat 'em off!"
Warren went insane. He chomped, licked, bit, sucked, nibbled with his teeth the yellow panties, driving Anne mad with hot desire.
"You pussy-sucker!" she whispered.
Warren ate a hole in the crotch of her panties and slid his tongue through, twirled the wet slobber right into Anne's gooey cunt.
"Ah, shit, Warren!" she puffed.
Warren slithered his tongue up and down the creamy slit of Anne's spritzing pussy. He lapped it like a dog. Anne felt the thrill of his tongue in every fiber of her beautiful body. She shivered and trembled. His tongue was wet, hot, as he licked her cunt.
"Jack off, Warren. That's right. Eat my pussy and pump your prick. Nice. Oh, nice, Warren. So good ... so, oh, oh, uh ... oooof! Warren! Warren! Your prick is squirting, honey. Oh! God! Jesus Christ! Shit, Warren, you're cummin' good, boy ... ah ... ah don't stop! Don't stop!"
The tingle of climax shook Anne. "Goddamn!" she shouted. "Oh, Goddamn!"
She came violently, bent over, pulled forward by the thrilling vibration that gripped her, tingled her, embraced her.
"Yeah! Yeah!" she gasped. "Oh, yeah!"
Warren's cock poured cream. Anne's pussy twitched and Warren licked at her clit. She came over and over, her eyes moving from his tongue to his squirting prick.
"Ah, yeah! I love it!" she cried.
Warren's cock was like a fountain. The purple-red cockhead gushed a bubbling, gooey-thick spray. A small puddle of cum formed on the floor.
Anne watched in fascination at the spurting young prick. Oh, how she loved the sight of a spitting hot hard cock!
Warren chomped on her pussy and sucked, chewed, as he came. "Mmmmmm, mmmm, yummy, yummy," he babbled, his mouth full of pussy.
His pumping hand finally stopped. He fell back against the wall and sat down, his cock still hard, his cockhead looking like a strawberry with gobs of whipped cream clinging to it.
"Oh, Warren, look what you did! You ate a hole in my pretty yellow panties. You're such a naughty boy!"
Anne's panties were in shreds, soaking wet, a large tear in the crotch revealed her brown-haired cunt, all wet and slick.
"Warren, make that prick go down. It's always up."
"Whenever I'm around you, ma'am," the lad whispered.
Anne slipped her panties down, sat down in her chair by the desk and took them off each leg. She dangled them teasingly from her hand, waving the yellow undies at Warren.
"Whoooo, whew!" the boy gulped.
His prick thumped. His hand went to his bristling erection. He started pumping.
"Look, Warren, look what you did to my panties," Anne teased, waving the panties at him delicately.
Warren played with his cock, his hand caked with thick lather, his cock slick and slurpy. His hand slid up and down his stiff fuckstalk.
"My, my, Warren, what are you doing?"
"I'm ... I'm ... oh, I'm jacking myself off to you, ma'am."
"You're gonna have to beat that prick 'til it goes down, Warren."
Anne slid her ass to the edge of the chair, lifted lightly and pulled her skirt up, showing
Warren her big brown pussy, her garter-straps, her nylons. She spread her legs and sat back on the chair. She undulated her hips lewdly.
Warren watched with wide eyes, sitting on the floor, looking up at Anne's cunt as he jerked his cock.
The door banged open.
Anne gasped. She had forgotten to lock her office. Young, sweet Kristi barged in, stopped quickly, looked at Warren on the floor, his jeans around his shoes, his hand pumping his hard cock. Then she looked at Anne, who sat provocatively on the chair, still holding her torn panties, her skirt up, revealing her pussy.
"Oh, Mrs. Reese ... I ... I . ... " Kristi stammered.
Anne didn't know what to do.
"I wanted to talk about my assignment, but ... I ... well . ... " Kristi stuttered, her eyes glued to Warren's hard prick.
"Close the door!" Anne snapped.
Kristi closed the office door.
"Warren's jacking off, Kristi. Would you like to watch him?"
"Ah ... well, is it okay? I mean ... I've never seen anything ... I . ... " the girl babbled, her pretty face flushed, intense with fright and excitement.
"See how hard his prick is, Kristi?"
"Uh, huh."
"See how he pumps it."
"Yes."
"Look how it's all wet, sticky, squirming."
"Yes, yeah."
"Does it make you hot?"
"I . ... "
Anne stuck a finger in her cunt and twiddled her clit. Kristi gasped.
"Pull your skirt up, Kristi," Anne commanded.
The young lass looked bewildered, but she raised her little blue mini-skirt, pulling it up over a pair of white panties.
"Looks good, doesn't she, Warren?" Anne asked.
Indeed she did. Kristi had long, tanned legs, smooth and graceful. They swept to her crotch which was cradled snugly by her tight white panties.
Kristi's pretty face was framed by her blonde hair, curly, falling on her shoulders, ringlets on her forehead. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide.
Warren pumped his prick and looked at Kristi, so cute, demure, sexy, standing there with her skirt around her waist. Then he looked at Anne.
"Suck Kristi's panties, Warren," Anne whispered.
"Huh?" Kristi mumbled.
Warren got to his knees and crawled to the girl. His tongue slid out like a wild snake. He pushed the tip into Kristi's white panties at the crotch. He licked and nibbled her pussy through the thin nylon.
"But . ... " the girl protested.
But, indeed ... she felt so excited! This was a new feeling for the young girl. She watched Warren lick her panties; saw him kiss, lick, chew, lap at her soft crotch.
"Yeah, Warren, like that," Anne said, and she increased the speed of her jigging finger.
Kristi's sweet young face was etched with delight. She held her skirt high for the licking boy. He finally slid her panties down on her thighs and sloshed his tongue in the fuzzy blonde pussy.
"Oh, no!" Kristi gulped. "Oooh, no . ... "
Anne watched as she fucked her pussy with her finger. "Eat her cunt, Warren," she whispered.
Warren did. His tongue slicked her pussy slit. He licked her cherry pussy, sucked on her soft cunt mound, slurped her little pie into his mouth and chomped.
Kristi shuddered. "Oh, oh, oh, no ... no ... ahhhh!"
She came fervently, violently, her body stiffening, shaking, she vibrated into paradise.
So did Anne.
CHAPTER FOUR
Anne liked her new job as substitute teacher. She only worked three days a week on average, sometimes only two. She enjoyed her English classes and was thrilled that the young boys seemed so excited by her presence.
Only two weeks after she started at Beethoven High School, Warren showed up one day at her office with a senior student, Brad Hall.
They stood sheepishly. Brad was six feet three, handsome, lean, and his square face was framed by a long blonde surfer haircut.
Both boys wore jeans and T-shirts. They stared at Anne. She was attired in a yellow angora sweater, short black shirt, black high-heels.
"Yes, what is it, boys?" Anne asked.
"Well, we, ah ... we wanted to see you," Warren mumbled.
Anne waited. She noticed Brad's jeans bulging at the crotch as the young lad looked at her passionately. Warren also had a hard-on.
"Yes?"
"Well, we wondered if, I mean, could we . ... " Warren stammered, not able to explain what the boys wanted.
But Anne knew of course, exactly what they wanted-her!
Brad's jeans looked as though they might split open at the crotch. He trembled.
Anne swung her swivel chair around and faced the lads. She slid down on the edge.
"You wanted to do what Warren?" she asked as she slid her skirt up her lovely thighs, up over the tops of her nylons, up over a thin, snug pair of yellow panties.
"Ooooh," Warren whimpered. Brad sucked in a hot gasp of breath. "Is this what you wanted, Warren, did you want to see my panties."
"Yes, ma'am."
Anne had the skirt around her waist. The pussy-packed yellow panties were muffed out at the crotch by her hot, brown pussy pushing up against the thin nylon.
Brad's hand trembled to his crotch and he rubbed his hard prick. Warren fell to his knees and kissed Anne's panties.
"My, my, what an impetuous boy!" Anne whispered.
His tongue lapped at her yellow panties. Anne finally pushed him away. She stood up, moved to Brad and unzipped the lad's fly. She reached in and pulled out his huge throbbing prick.
Anne gasped. She couldn't believe the size of Brad's cock. It had to be eleven inches long, hard as brick, round, thin, smooth, his cockhead bulging, red, wet with cream.
"Good God!" Anne gulped. She squeezed his big prick, explored the long shaft. It felt like a shotgun barrel in her gliding hand.
"Mmmmm," Brad moaned. "Oh, Mrs. Reese!"
Anne dipped to her knees and glued her lips to his spitting prickhead. His cock was so hard, so long-too big for a young lad his age, but she liked it, she loved it.
"Oh, ah, mmmmm, ooooh," Brad groaned.
Poor Warren watched. He unzipped his fly and took out his cock and began jacking himself. Anne's head bobbed beautifully on Brad's monster teenage prick. In and out, in and out, her sucking lips sliding, gliding along his trembling, throbbing stalk.
Anne loved the hot cock in her mouth, squirting spurts of juice. She thought, why don't women simply admit they love good hot pricks? She cupped Brad's balls in one hand, held his long, throbbing fuck stalk with the other as her lips slid in and out.
She backed off his huge prick, looked at it, the big head glistening red. She looked up at Brad. His face was wrinkled in beautiful passion. His mouth hung open. She kissed the tip of the big erection.
"So big, Brad," she whispered.
Warren leaned against the wall. His pants around his ankles, and he beat wildly on his prick. Anne underhanded Brad's cock and jacked hotly on the burning stalk.
"Oh, uh, mmmmm," Brad mumbled.
Then he came.
Hot jizz shot from his bulging cockhead. "Ah, oooh!" Brad moaned.
Anne jacked faster, hotter, harder, her hand slicking his big prick.
Cum spat from the tip, hit Anne on the cheek. She moved her head out of the way and watched the unending eruption of thick cream.
"Yeah, cum, cum for me, Brad," she whispered.
"Mmmmmm, uh, uh, uh ... whooooo!" the boy babbled.
"Oh, ma'am!" Warren shouted. "I'm cummin' too!"
Anne looked to see Warren's cock explode, his slugging hand a jacking blur. A stream of cream floated through the air and splashed to the floor. She intensified her hot stroke on Brad's cock and again watched the shower of juice.
"My God!" she exclaimed. "Oh, my God!"
A tidal flow of hot jizz deluged Anne's office. She jim-jammed her hand in and out on Brad's cock, watching the surging swell of steamy cream slop and slosh from his bloated cockhead.
Warren slid helplessly down the wall and slipped to his ass, still clutching his foaming cock. Warren stiffened one more time, his prick shooting a splash of more cream. Then he went weak, his knees trembling.
Anne let his cock go. His fuckshaft shivered and shook, the wiggle and wobble of his huge cock fascinating Anne. She stood up.
Brad's prick trickled cream. She pushed him back in her chair.
"Take off your clothes, Brad," she commanded.
The boy stripped nude and sat in the chair, his cock curling down into a soft stalk. Anne slid out of her skirt and stood ravishing in her yellow sweater and bright yellow panties. She toyed with the undies, pulling them down, revealing her fluffy brown cunt then snapped them back into place.
She spread her legs, rolled her lush hips. Warren moaned and stroked his cock. Brad's big prick wobbled and throbbed to another hard.
Anne slid her panties down over her nylon tops, and took them off. She straddled Brad on the chair, fisted his long prick and screwed down, taking his cocktip against her spritzing pussy-lips. She screwed his cockhead into her cunt.
"Ah, oh!" Brad groaned.
"Mmmmmmram," Anne said.
She began a slow whirl of her dream ass, screwing his surging cock. She put her arms around the boy's neck, entwining her fingers and began a faster, more intense, fucking.
Warren stood up and came over to the chair, stood beside the fucking teacher. Anne reached out and grabbed his cock, began jacking him, as she held on to Brad with one hand behind his neck and bucked up and down.
"Yes, boys, this is nice," Anne whispered.
"Nice, nice," Brad mumbled.
Anne fucked down harder, taking more of his big cock in her sex-starved pussy. "Ah, whew!" she panted, as his prick slid up into her pussy. "Wow, mmmm!"
Brad went weak from the hot fucking and started to slip from the chair. Anne held on as they crashed to the floor of her office. She bucked up and down, now on all four over the boy, who lay prone. She felt his big, hot prick penetrate her pussy deeper.
"Behind me! Get behind me and fuck my ass-hole, Warren," she cried.
Warren fell to his knees behind the older woman. He guided his cock to Anne's ass, slipped his slick, squirting hard-on between her asscrack, mashed his cockhead against her assbud, then shoved it in.
"Ooooof!" Anne gulped. "Oh, my God! You guys!"
Warren humped her from behind, catching the rhythm of her stroke, punching his cock up her sweet ass. Anne worked harder. Brad reached up and felt her big tits through the yellow sweater.
"Fuck me!" Anne shouted. "Fuck me, boys!"
They did. A high tide of fucking on the floor, the sound of slick prick and slushy pussy filled the room. Anne tingled all over with the two cocks punching, plugging her ass and pussy.
"I love it!" she cried.
When she came, it was as if she had never experienced the joy before. A gripping tingle rumbled her, such a delightful feeling, all she could do was sob with joy.
"Ah, boys! Boys, boys! Mmmmmm, mmmmm, Oh!"
Brad's cock swelled, heaved and tossed out a thick, boiling load of cream into her cunt. Warren came with a howl, the juice squirting up Anne's ass-hole.
Oh, how she loved her new job! she thought, as she came a second time, her body consumed by a fire, a satisfaction that simply made her giddy with delight.
She finally collapsed on Brad. She lay on him, heaving, panting, "Boys, boys," she whispered. "Now which one of you is going to jack off in my panties?"
"Me, me, I will!" Warren answered quickly.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anne got up the next day, still delighted with her new life, the excitement it afforded her, and very pleased that men found her attractive, sexy and irresistible at forty-five.
Dave had called her early. He said he had a surprise for her and needed to see her. She was amazed at how she excited him, how she turned him on, like a magnet on a paper clit.
She decided to dress sexy for him. She knew this would thrill and charm him. She knew how much he loved to see her in exotic lingerie, so she donned a beautiful, black, shiny merry widow with adjustable garters. It was a figure-flattering ensemble with strapless bra cups, underwired for uplifting and shaping. It hooked up the back. Anne snapped the hooks and pulled the nylon-spandex tight. Her big round tits bulged up in the bra like two delicious cream puffs. She hooked the garter straps into her sheer, dark nylons and slipped into a pair of thin, sexy, Christian Dior pink panties. To this, she added the usual shiny, white high-heels.
Anne eyed herself in the mirror, pleased with what she saw. She applied a medium-thick make-up, eye shadow, and painted her lips with a cherry-red lipstick.
A twinge of excitement twittered through her just thinking about the good fucking and sucking she'd been having. Her pussy itched. She ran her hand over her pink panties and rubbed her pussy which muffed at the crotch of the panties.
She watched herself in the mirror, dug her hand inside the panties and stuck a finger in her cunt. "Mmmmmm!" she smiled. "Mmmmm, mmmmmm, nice!"
The doorbell sounded. Either she was late, or Dave was early. She grabbed a knit terry cloth robe of primrose pink, pulled it on, and tied the long belt.
She went downstairs and let Dave in. He wore a dark-blue suit, white shirt and a striped blue tie.
"You look beautiful, Anne," he complimented.
"You said you have a surprise for me?"
"Yes, could we have a cup of coffee first?"
They went to the kitchen. Anne bent over the sink to fill the coffee pot. Dave gawked at the way her juicy ass pushed against the robe. He saw the slash of garter-strap outlined against the terry cloth. He went to the sink, stood behind her and played his hand over her fabulous ass, the touch sending his cock soaring to a huge erection.
"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" Dave whispered, his hand fanning her marvelous ass.
"How do you know that?" Anne said.
"I know you ... you've been turning on all the boys and men in this neighborhood, haven't you ... been making their pricks all hard and creamy!"
"I might have," Anne answered softly.
Dave slapped her ass. "You need a good spanking for being so naughty."
"Do I?" Anne whispered.
Dave reached around her and untied her robe. He slipped it off. He gasped.
His eyes gazed hungrily over her lush body, encased in the exotic lingerie. He rubbed her ass and smacked it with the palm of his hand.
"Yeah, you need a spanking, Anne."
"I can't help it if I turn men and boys on," she whispered, placing her hands on the edge of the sink. She leaned over. Dave whacked her ass again. It jiggled softly to his touch.
"I'm gonna have to give you a spanking."
"You're gonna paddle my fanny?" Anne whispered.
"Yes, I'm gonna paddle your ass, make you behave." Dave slapped her ass again, then pulled her panties down to a roll between her thighs, exposing the soft alabaster smoothness of her ass.
"God, what a beautiful ass," Dave mumbled.
"It needs spanking."
He slapped the palm of his hand into the jello-mellowness. He thwacked her again, paddled his hand faster, quicker, Anne's ass jiggling at the solid stroke.
"I'm spankin' your butt," he murmured.
"Yeah, I need it," Anne purred. "Spank my ass!"
Thud! Whack! Splat! Slap!
Dave paddled her fine ass. Anne looked straight ahead, her chin lifted, her eyes half-closed, a crease of passion on her forehead.
Dave dropped to his knees. He clasped the cheeks of Anne's beautiful buttocks, spread them, and slashed his tongue in a piping-hot flutter up and down the crack.
"Hoooo, ooof!" Anne gasped.
He sizzled the crack of her ass, then he shoved his tongue at her shithole and gave her a rim-job.
"Mmmmmm, whoooof!" Anne gulped. "Tongue-fuck my ass!"
"Uh, huh," Dave blabbered, his tongue a steaming stem of love blazing at Anne's ass-hole, licking the rim, lapping her ass bud.
His fingers pinched into the pliant flesh as he pushed, fondled, probed the beautiful curve of her ass, her smooth cheeks. He slicked his tongue up and down her furry asscrack. He twiddled her ass-hole.
Anne bent over from the sink, her ass arched. Dave buried his face in her asscrack and ate at her shithole, his teeth nibbling around the tight, tasty ass bud.
Then he licked in long, slippery, sloppy laps up and down her crack, again ending up with his tongue vibrating in a wild quiver at her ass-hole.
His cock steamed in his slacks. A goop of cum spat from his cockhead and splashed into his shorts. He trembled and gasped as his mouth puckered at Anne's ass.
"Mmmmmm, honey," she whispered. "Fuck my ass with your big tongue. Mmmmm, yeah!"
Dave stemmed his tongue into her shitter, long, wet, wiggling. He was a madman, an insane lover. His tongue lapped like a dog at Anne's fabulous ass.
She dipped into her panties and hooked a finger in her cunt and jigged herself as Dave slurped her ass-hole.
Finally, Dave got up. He stood behind her. He unbuckled his pants. He frantically pulled them down with his shorts. Kicked off his shoes, then ripped off his shirt and tie. He stood naked. His cock stuck out strong, erect, like a hot pipe.
He reached around Anne, pressed in on her, humped down. His cock slammed into her lovely ass. His hands went around her and he lifted her scrumptious tits out of her bra and fondled them, cupped them, squeezed lovingly.
His cock beat and thumped against the cheeks of her ass, squiggling and spitting squirts of cum. He ran his tongue along her shoulder, licked up her neck and whispered in her ear. "I love you."
And he did. She looked so beautiful in the shiny, black merry widow, the pink panties around her thighs, the garters.
He spun Anne around and kissed her hotly. Their tongues slapped together. Anne reached between them and clasped her hand to his spurting cock. She got a good hold and squeezed on his fuck stalk, her fingers curling around the hard erection.
"Oh, honey!" Dave gasped, pulling his lips away from Anne. "I wanna fuck with you!"
He dipped to his knees. Anne's hand slipped off his prick. He kissed lightly on her thighs above the nylons, muffed his mouth into her thick brown pussy hair.
He kissed her cunt with an open, wet, gaping mouth.
"Phew . ... " Anne whispered.
He slicked his twirling tongue up and down her sweet cunt slit, then sucked her pussy into his mouth and nibbled the delicate softness.
"Ah, whew, mmmm," Anne moaned.
He reached around and clutched the globes her ass, pinching his fingers into the slick curve, pushing, mashing her pussy to his face.
"Suck my pussy," Anne whispered.
But Dave wanted to fuck. He tugged her pink panties down over her knees, down her calves and Anne stepped out of them.
He got up. His cock wobbled and snapped at her belly. Anne grasped his hard prick. She spread her legs. Dave humped down, spreading his legs wide, planting his feet, bringing his tall, no lank frame down so he was her height.
Anne plugged his prick in her pussy.
"Jeez, baby, I'm in you."
"Yah, you're in there."
Dave began a slow stroke, rocking back and forth, sending his thick, hard prick in and out of Anne's cunt. She linked her arms around his neck. They both looked down and watched the friction-slick slide of his cock in her cunt.
He sawed his long, slick shaft in and out of Anne's pussy. Anne liked the hot thumping of his wild erection as Dave fucked her, the slide of his thick stalk, the penetration, the pipe-like hardness.
His balls swung between his legs. Dave placed his hands on Anne's hips, ran one hand back behind her and thrust a finger up her ass.
"Oooooh, I like that," Anne whispered huskily.
She rotated her lush hips, pushed her pussy to his jabbing cock.
"God, this feels good, Anne," Dave sighed. "I feel like I just stuck my prick in a vat of hot butter. I love fuckin' you, baby."
"Good, I want you to."
"There's nothin' like fuckin', is there, honey?"
"It's the best. Everybody should fuck and suck and masturbate all the time. It would solve the world's problems."
Dave slugged his hot hard-on into her pussy, poking, hammering, fucking Anne faster, harder, humping his ass in and out with each short jerky stroke.
He ran his hand up and down the side of her black merry widow. Anne kept one hand cupped behind his neck and reached the other between them, tracing her fingers on Dave's punching cock, feeling the friction of his thick prick as it fucked her juicy pussy.
Dave ran his hand over and cupped her tits, jiggled each big, round blossom. He clicked his finger up her shitter in time with the pounding of his prick.
Anne fiddled with her pussy as he fucked her, her chin tucked to her collarbone, looking down, a sexy smile on her face.
"You're so hard!" she commented softly.
"I can come anytime ... let me know when you're ready, Anne."
She rolled her hips, bumped and fucked back to his heated stroke. "We're really fuckin' good," she sighed.
"Oh, baby ... screw me back like that. Screw your pussy at my cock."
Anne pumped her hips, rolled them in a wide lewd circle. Dave pumped back, his cock slipping and sliding in and out of her creamy cunt.
"Now, honey," Anne whispered. "Bring it home now!"
Dave humped faster. Harder. Click, slick, slush slurp. His cock plugged her pussy with long, liquid punches.
Dave sawed his cock harder, faster, in-out of her slick pussy. His cockhead spat thick gooey juice into her, hot torrents, thick splashes.
He threw his head back and fucked wildly, pumping Anne's cunt with quick, rabbit jabs.
Punch, slick, slide.
"Fuck me!" Anne whimpered.
"Ah, honey ... my fucksweet honey!" Dave babbled, fucking furiously, his ass humping. Anne wound up her hips and undulated with him. The sweet tingle of ecstasy slithered through her.
"Oh, yeah! Mmmmmm, mmm! Keep cummin'! " she sighed. "I'm cummin' with you!"
Dave's cock was like a fire hose. Thick spurts of cream spilled into her pussy. His cock was a fountain of cum. Anne shuddered, wrapped both arms around his neck, pulled his head down, and pasted a hot kiss on his gaping mouth as they came together in the kitchen.
Dave shook uncontrollably. "Oh, Jesus, baby," he gasped. "Oh, honey!"
"Ah, whoo, feels good."
Dave's cock was bloated in her pussy, hot, hard, still squirting. Anne rolled her hips against the firm stalk, fucking out that last drop of his cream.
His cock slipped out of her pussy. He stumbled backwards and sat down on a chair at the kitchen table, nude, panting, his prick dripping
Anne stood, her big tits spilling over the top of the merry widow. Cream trickled from her pussy.
Dave grasped his limp prick and caressed the stalk as he looked at the beautiful woman. Her beauty stunned him. Her sexiness sent a tingle of passion ripping through him. His cock leaped to an erection. He curled his fingers around his stiff stalk, squeezed, and slid his hand up and down.
Anne picked up her pink panties from the kitchen floor. She dangled them from her hand and stood provocatively in front of Dave.
He pumped his prick. Anne watched, swinging the panties teasingly.
"God, baby, you look good," Dave panted.
Anne smiled coyly, rolled her lush hips, bumped her brown, curly carpeted cunt at him. She walked over and knelt between his legs, her eyes fastened to his chopping stroke, the glide and slide of his hand, up and down, jacking himself.
"Mmmmm, that looks good," Anne whispered.
She dangled her pink panties over the tip of his bulging prick, swung them lazily on the cockhead.
"Oh, Anne!" Dave gulped hotly.
She dusted the shining head of his prick with her thin panties, reached down and cupped his balls with her other hand and squeezed them lovingly.
"Honey!" he whimpered.
Anne grabbed his jacking hand, held his wrist, stopped his action, tore his hand away, and slid the panties over his cock. She placed the leg hole of the panties around his stiff prick, and she let them fall down to the base. She clasped his cock and squeezed the flaming stalk. She took the panties and fluffed them all over Dave's prick. She covered his cock with the panties and started pumping, jacking him off in her pink undies.
"Anne! Jeez! Oh, shit! Mmmmm, baby!" the passionate man muttered, sliding down on the chair, his cock hard and high like a hammer handle.
Anne hammered his huge prick. She leaned in and worked furiously, her hand chopping, chugging, hitchhiking up and down on the stiff erection. Dave slid down farther in the chair. His big balls hung off the edge. Anne cupped them. Her hand blurred on his cock, up and down, wham, whack, slip, slide. A thick slurping click filled the kitchen.
Dave's prick squirted out a gob of cum into the pink panties. "Jack me, Anne," he whispered. "Give me pleasure!"
"Givin' you a hand-job, baby," Anne whispered.
"Ah, yeah, a hand-job, honey ... a hot hand-job. I need it."
Anne pumped wildly on his cock. The panties were now sticky and soaked with cum from his squirting prick. Dave moaned loudly, a passionate whimper. His body stiffened. Anne worked his cock through the leg of her panties. She grabbed his fucker, fluffed the panties at his balls, and leaned over to kiss his bulging, red cockhead. Her tongue swished over the top.
"Mmmmm, whew, sweetheart!" Dave gasped.
She sealed her lips on his cockhead, puckered them like a plunger and jacked his cock into her butter-soft mouth.
"Shit!" Dave groaned.
She sucked and jacked him to the pinnacle of erotic pleasure, then slid her lips off the throbbing prick, spat all over the head, slicked the sloppy saliva up and down the stalk of his cock with her jigging hand.
She wildly masturbated his cock until Dave could not stand the intensity of the moment any longer. He heaved, gasped loudly, and the tip of his cock erupted and shot a wide, thick gusher of cream high into the air.
"Baby! Anne!" he screamed.
"Cum ... honey, cum!" Anne whispered. "Ah, yes, like that. Shoot your cookies, honey."
Dave's cock slushed out goop after goop of cum. A splash of cream splattered on Anne's big tits. Another chunk splattered on her cheek. Her hand danced faster. Cum trickled down over her knuckles. A big bubble of caked white jizz rimmed her thumb and forefinger.
"Ah, uh, oooof!" Dave muttered.
Anne took the pink panties with her free hand and lifted them up and fluffed them over his squirting prick. She slid her hand under them, grasped the stalk of his hard-on and she started jacking again, pumping his cream into her panties.
Dave finally fell back on the chair, spent, huffing, puffing, his body trembling.
Anne stood up, regal in her lingerie, her pussy beautiful, the black merry widow shiny, tight. Her nylons were taut to the garter.
"You said you have a surprise for me?" she said.
"In my pants, in the pocket."
Anne picked his pants up from the floor and reached in the pocket. She pulled out a gold money clip full of hundred dollar bills.
"That's yours, Anne," he said.
"Why, thank you, darling," Anne said sexily. "Thank you very much."
CHAPTER SIX
Anne loved her new life at Beethoven High School, teaching three days a week, enjoying her free time with exciting activities, and she especially was thrilled that all of her young students found her so attractive and sexy.
She was in her office preparing for her class. She looked fabulous in a tight, white sweater that pulled back against her huge tits so that the two tit-globes stuck out like two shiny softballs. She wore a navy-blue skirt that pulled around m her blue-ribbon ass like a fudgecicle wrapper. The skirt hemmed out just above her knees. Her graceful legs were encased in sheer nylons, and she had on navy-blue high-heels.
She had painted her lips blood-red so they matched her red fingernails, and her brown hair was perfectly set with bangs across the forehead.
She got up and walked down the hall to the classroom. She certainly was aware of the hungry stares from the male students. She knew if she stopped and turned around she'd catch them gawking at her pretty ass.
The weather had been bad, snow flurries for two days, and she wasn't surprised to find class attendance light. Only six students made it. All boys.
Warren sat in the front row. His fuck-hot eyes glazed over beautiful Anne as she walked in the classroom. Anne smiled, looked over the room, affirmed the small class, opened her books, and began her lecture.
"Today we'll discuss the novel as experience," she said, and walked to the front of her desk and leaned against the edge. "For example, 'Portnoy's Complaint.' "
The boys stared.
She propped her body on top of the desk and crossed her beautiful legs. "Now, this book is about masturbation, class. Portnoy, by retelling his story, re-experiences the pleasures of autoeroticism."
Anne slid back down from the desk, her skirt catching on the edge so that it was hiked up around the top of her nylons.
The boys gawked and panted.
"The female character in Portnoy is a sexy woman, and she fills Portnoy with delight, awe and astonishment."
She rolled her hips very slowly, pretending not to notice her skirt had caught on the desk. Now it rode up and revealed her white panties.
Warren giggled in his seat, and Anne saw the bulge in his hot jeans. She continued the lecture, letting the boys see her panties, knowing each boy in the room had a hard-on. This thrilled her.
"We must remember that masturbation is experience," she said.
Warren had his hand in his pocket, stroking his cock. A boy in the back of the room slid his hand between his legs and squeezed.
She was ravishing. The boys got hot, and when the bell rang, Anne stood in front of the desk. As each boy stood, she saw their erections pushing out their Levi's. A shiver of delight flooded her body.
No one left the classroom.
"Would you like to stay after class, boys? You are excused, you know," she cooed.
Warren sat back down and unzipped his fly. He took his prick out.
"My, look at Warren!" Anne said.
He began pumping his cock. The other boys sat down.
"So, you'd all like to stay?"
Anne pulled her skirt up around her waist and gave them a good look at her white panties. The boys gasped. They all unzipped and jerked out their hard cocks.
"Now, now, boys," Anne teased.
A schoolboy's dream, and Anne knew they loved it. She knew they loved her. She slowly pulled her panties down and showed them her pussy.
"Mmmmmm, mmm," she heard a boy mumble. "Like this, boys?" she asked. "Like to look at my pussy?"
"Yes, ma'am," came an approving chorus of voices.
Six boys at once, Anne thought. The idea excited her. "I want all of you to sit in the front row, boys," she instructed.
They did.
She went to the end of the row, a blonde lad with heavy acne sat with his five-inch cock in his hand. Anne took his hand away and clasped her fingers around the boy's cock and felt his throbbing erection.
"My, my!" Anne cooed. She looked down the line to see the other boys watching her. She unbuttoned the boy's jeans and pulled them down around his ankles, then took off his shorts.
"I want all of you to take your pants down like this," Anne said.
The students eagerly whipped down their pants and all sat naked on their butts at their desks, their handsome young cocks stiff at attention to their gorgeous teacher.
Anne bent over and kissed the tip of the lad's hard five-incher. Then she stepped to the next desk, to a student who had a crew-cut, square face. She eyed his marvelously hard prick, a good seven inches. She clasped her hand around the stalk, squeezed, bent over and planted a hot kiss on the burning tip, leaving a smudge of lipstick circling his bulging cockhead as she pulled off.
"Mmmmm!" the boy mumbled. Anne squeezed his cock again and his cockhead spat out a goop of cum that splashed to the floor.
She moved to the next desk and was amazed by the thin, lean body of a junior student named Jamie. He was black-haired, and from the thick mat of curls between his legs rose a magnificent young cock. The shaft was thick, long like a plank, and Anne guessed the length at a good nine inches. She clapped both hands around his throbbing fuck staff, steepled her fingers together and squeezed. She bent over and planted a soft, warm kiss on the big cockhead.
"Oh, ma'am," the boy gulped. Anne jacked up and down on his princely prick until the head fizzed and glistened with thick, gooey cream.
Her lipstick left a delightful red ring around the top of the boy's large teen prick.
Her hands pumped up and down. The boy stiffened and his cock erupted.
"Ah, uh, mmm, whoof!" he panted.
Anne jerked his prick faster.
A gusher of cream jetted from his bulging prickhead. A steady stream of cum splashed in the air. The lad moaned and groaned.
The fantastic eruption fascinated Anne. She liked the beating, spasmodic throbbing of his cock in her hands, the way his prickhead swelled and continued to spill cum.
Big chunks of white cream splashed down over her knuckles as she pumped his cock. The other boys watched with bullet eyes and flogged their own aching pricks.
"Ah, uh, mmmmmmm ... I'm feelin' so good!" the boy gasped.
Anne backed off, hiked her skirt high, spread her legs, held her skirt with her elbows pinned to her waist, and tugged her sheer white panties down on her hips, revealing her big, brown pussy muff.
The boys pumped their cocks frantically. Anne's cunt was hot and wet. She stuck her finger in her pussy. She noticed the crew-cut lad on the far end, his hand blurring on a large, thick, teenage prick.
"Okay, boys ... cum for me! Beat your meat! Pump your pricks! Jack off! Jack off to me!"
They did, whacking, thumping, pumping, chopping their cocks to their lovely forty-five-year-old widow teacher. Anne got so excited watching all the boys jack their pricks. She rolled her hips, finger-fucked her cunt, and looked on as one by one, the boys came ... jets of cum shot from their pricks, first one, then the next, then two at the same time.
"Oh, God, boys!" she moaned.
She came with them ... a beautiful ripple of ecstasy flitted the deep nerves of her body. She shook all over as she orgiastically fingered her pussy.
The boys panted, whimpered, and flogged their hard, teen pricks, shot streams of cum into the air. Big goops of cream splashed to the floor.
This was an exciting moment for the widowed teacher, and she loved the sight of the spurting, young cocks. When she had cum in waves, when the boys lay spent on their desk seats, she doffed her panties, took her skirt off, pulled her sweater over her head, lifted her big tits out of her bra, and climbed up on her desk on all fours.
"Now, keep your pricks hard, students. I want all of you to come over to the desk."
The young lads did as instructed. Anne eyed their dripping cocks. "Pump 'em back to a big hard-on for me," she whispered.
The students stood around her desk and played with their pricks as Anne watched. She invited the crew-cut lad with the big prick to join her on the desk. She lifted up and made him lie beneath her. "Take all your clothes off," she told the students as she pulled down the boy's Levi's.
She fisted his cock and got over the top of him on her hands and knees. She screwed her ass down and guided the lad's long, thick, teen prick into her cunt.
"Mmmmmm," she mumbled.
"Oh, ma'am!" the student muttered.
She began fucking him. "Now, Warren, you get the hell up here and fuck my ass."
Warren positioned himself behind Anne and slugged his cock up her ass. Another boy crawled up on the desk and offered her his spitting prick. Anne sucked his cockhead into her mouth. The three lads fucked at the teacher. A cock in her ass-hole, a cock in her cunt, a cock in her mouth. What joy! Anne thought.
The three other boys still stood around the desk. "You're next," she said to them.
Then she screwed her ass up and down, around and around, taking the cock deep up her pussy, letting Warren shove her hard from behind.
She sucked voraciously on the hard prick in her mouth, and the boy on his knees on the desk moaned loudly and came. A hot splash of cum shot into Anne's mouth.
"Ah, whoo!" the boy gulped.
Warren shot a load up her ass-hole, and the boy beneath her fucked hard up off the desk, nailing his prick deep into Anne's cunt until it finally exploded and sent a shower of hot cream into her pussy.
Anne worked hard with the spurting pricks and came with them. A lovely jingle and tingle tripped her hot-spot, and she climaxed beautifully, her body goose-bumping, shaking, shivering.
She fucked hard, hot, good. The boys panted, moaned, came with her. An exciting, fabulous moment on the teacher's desk.
When finally the group had satisfied its hunger, Anne lifted up, then invited the other three boys to join her on the desk.
The students who had just fucked their teacher climbed off, the other three climbed on, and Anne shuddered with excitement as she positioned herself for another fucking and sucking party.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Anne had never enjoyed her life so much as she had over the recent weeks at Beethoven High School. She didn't know her days could be so exciting.
After school one evening, she returned home to find Dave sitting in her living room waiting for her. It had been over a week since she had last seen him. He sat with a Polaroid camera.
"Hello," she said.
Anne looked marvelous in her navy blue skirt, sweater, dark heels, nylons, her hair perfectly coif fed.
"I wanted to take some pictures of you, Anne," Dave said, holding up the camera.
"Well, how much are you going to pay me?" Anne asked, surprised by her own brashness, but she knew what the man wanted, knew what he liked, knew he was crazy about her.
Dave pointed to a stack of bills on the coffee table. "Five hundred dollars," he said.
"Mmmmm, that sounds nice," Anne teased. "You like to take pictures of me, don't you, darling?"
"Oh, yes," he gulped.
"What would you like me to do? Want me to be dirty and sexy?"
"God ... yes!"
Anne slowly hiked her skirt up over a pair of very tight yellow panties. The pants pulled in snugly at her crotch, making a soft mound of the visible patch of brown cunt-hair underneath.
She moved her legs apart, put her hands on her hips, holding up her skirt, and pushed her hips out in a challenging, exciting pose.
Dave snapped a Polaroid. "Good, that's good, Anne!"
She saw the bulge of his hard cock arching against his slacks as if he had a banana in his pocket. She smiled, rolled her hips, then turned around and bent over, her ass high, the straps of her black garter-belt slicing into the lovely flesh of her thighs.
"What a fabulous ass," Dave panted, and shot a picture.
Anne rolled her ass lewdly, spread her legs, then looked back over her shoulder at the hot man, ran her tongue over her red lips, opened her mouth wide, and wiggled her wet tongue while Dave flashed off another picture.
She turned around and tugged her panties down over her pussy, rolling the yellow undies into a thin line on her hips just above her knees.
She affected a hot, nasty look on her face, her mouth a shiny little O, then she shoved a finger in her pussy. Dave gasped and took another picture.
Anne pulled her sweater up around her shoulders and lifted her big tits out over the top of her bra. Dave took another shot ... just as Anne doffed her panties and tossed them at the camera.
Then she lay down on the floor, spread her legs wide, her knees cocked, and began bucking her ass off the rug in fucking strokes. Dave panted, trembled, and took another picture.
He stood over her and placed the camera on a chair. He took out his cock, unzipped his fly and flogged his big thick erection out and pointed the head at Anne. He clasped his hand to his burning hard-on and pumped wildly.
"Fuck me," Anne whispered.
Dave took down his pants and shorts and stood nude in a sweater. He lowered his body over the wiggling widow, his cock slapping against her nylons, her thighs. Anne grabbed his hard stalk and pulled his bulging cockhead to her pussy. Dave shoved, she humped, and they fucked.
"Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Anne whimpered.
"Like this?"
"Yeah, with your balls banging my ass, your prick pounding my pussy, yeah ... like that!"
And oh, how they fucked! They bumped, humped, bucked, fucked hotly on the floor, Dave's cock making a slick slurping sound as he sliced in and out, sawing her hot cunt with the hardness of his erection.
"Anne, I love you!" he whispered.
"I know you do ... you love to fuck me ... take pictures of me."
"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, his ass riding up and down, high thrusts, hot jabs, as his cock punched and poled Anne's slushy pussy. "I wanna take pictures of you fucking."
"That'll really cost you," Anne whispered.
"I'll pay anything."
Anne lifted her legs, scissored them around the pumping man, hooked her heels around his calves, bounced up and down.
"Jeez, I love the way you fuck, Anne," Dave blurted.
She thumped hard and fast against his hammering cock, and they found the beat, found the movement, the two of them in time, fucking on the rug. Anne loved the hot excitement.
Dave's cock bloated and blushed out a hot load of cum that surged into her pussy. "Ah, shit!" he cried. "Oh, Anne!"
She fucked faster, harder up to him. He was a madman. His ass was a blur. The sound of their hot fucking filled the living room. Anne felt the beginning of a slow excitement, the sheer passion and pride of her climax as it ripped through her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she hollered.
"I wish I had a picture of this," Dave moaned, his cock spurting another hot load into Anne's pussy.
"It will cost you a fortune!" Anne shouted. "Fucking fortune!"
"I'll pay, I'll pay!" Dave yelled. "Anything!"
And as she came, Anne thought how lovely it would be to fuck for Dave, cum for him, while he took pictures. She decided she'd have to do it for him, but that was another time, another place, another story. She simply fucked faster and harder and enjoyed the thrilling orgasm that racked her body spasmodically, convulsing her into waves of pleasure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anne arrived at school attired in what had now become her familiar skirt and sweater. This time, she wore a short red skirt and black sweater. She had on the same white high-heels and sheer nylons.
She decided she liked Beethoven High so much, she wanted to work full time.
She decided to see the principal, Mr. Hudson, and see about the possibility of a full-time position. She made an appointment and went to his office.
Mr. Hudson was a tall, distinguished man of fifty-three. He was very handsome, with a rugged face, gray hair. He stood up as she walked in the room, his eyes glancing quickly at her fabulous body.
"I wanted to discuss a full-time teaching position," Anne said, sitting down in front of the man's desk, crossing her legs, letting her red-pleated skirt ride high on her lovely thighs.
"There's really nothing open right now," Mr. Hudson said, his eyes gazing intently upon the high-pull of her short, red skirt.
"I thought you might make something open," Anne said, again crossing her legs, letting the principal gawk up her skirt to her white thighs, the tops of her dark nylons, her sweet pink panties.
"Um, uh, well, perhaps we could discuss it," he blurted.
"Well, I thought you might be interested," Anne cooed, sliding a bit down in the chair, letting the skirt hike higher, revealing more of her thigh.
"Um, mmm, yes," the man muttered.
Anne slid her skirt up over the pink panties and set her feet apart on the floor, sliding her legs open, letting the principal see the muffy mound at the crotch of her fetching undies.
"You like this?" she whispered, "you like my cunt in those panties?"
"Ahmm, well . ... "
"You like my pussy a lot, you like those pink panties, your prick is thumping to an erection right now," Anne said, lewdly rolling her hips off the chair, bumping slowly, grinding slowly, pushing her sweet snatch-filled panties at the principal.
He flushed, coughed, his hands shook.
"Bet you'd like to feel that cunt, huh?"
Anne got up, held her skirt high, walked around the desk to Mr. Hudson. He swung around in his chair, pulling the chair sideways with him.
Anne stood in front of him, rolling her hips, bumping her panties, a cool, confident, sexy, challenging pout on her lovely face.
She saw the spike in his suit pants.
The man trembled in his three-piece suit. Anne reached for his fly, hummed the zipper down, and reached inside. She found his prick.
"Goddamn!" she gulped.
She withdrew a pulsing-hard super cock. His erection was enormous. His cockstalk thick, round, like a potato, the length amazing, at least twelve or thirteen inches. She marveled at the big bell-shaped head, all red and shiny.
She bent over and kissed the tip of his prick, her tongue like soft velvet as she swiped it in wild wiggles over the cockhead of Mr. Hudson's prodigious hard-on.
"Oh, Mrs. Reese!" he moaned.
She licked his cocktop, then sent her tongue swirling up and down the length of his prick. She wiggled, swathed her tongue like a cat over the freak cock.
"I love it!" the man blurted.
Then Anne, bending over at the waist, sloshed his big cock in her mouth, her lips fishlocked on his throbbing erection.
"Whew, jeessuzz!" the principal gulped. "Suck me!"
Anne did. Her mouth, a sweet passionate pucker, slid up and down on his thick prick.
"My dear," Mr. Hudson whispered.
Anne lifted off. She stood back up. She pulled her skirt high again. She straddled the principal, slid on him, her legs wide. She pulled the crotch of her panties to one side.
Her heart beat frantically. Oh, how she loved a prick, she thought. Oh, how she loved fucking! She knew life meant fucking and sucking, pricks and pussies.
She fisted his monster cock, jacked her hand up and down on it, still holding her panties to one side, revealing her bushy cunt. She rolled her hips and pushed the lips of her pussy on the head of Mr. Hudson's hard-on.
She slid down. His cock punched into her pussy. The man humped up. She pushed down. They fucked.
Fucking and fucking ... slowly ... ever so slowly, Anne screwed her pussy down on his giant cock, taking more and more into her hungry pussy.
She knuckled her hands around his neck, held on and fucked sweetly, rolling her ass, her hips, screwing down farther on his massive prick.
"Ah, shit!" the man whimpered.
"Yeah, shit, fuck!" Anne panted.
"Fuck me!"
"I am fucking you, Mr. Hudson, I'm fucking this big prick with my pussy. You like it, too, you like me up here fuckin' you."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
Anne leaned in and kissed him flush on the lips, a sucking, wet kiss.
Mr. Hudson humped up and shoved more cock to her. Anne took the long cock. She loved the feel of the throbbing mass in her bushy snatch.
She broke the kiss, looked down, tucked her chin against her neck and watched the way her pussy sucked on his hard, long cock. She slid slowly, up and down, up and down, her legs hooked over the side of the chair, her ass a whirling delight.
Mr. Hudson watched the slick-slide of his cock in her cunt. It excited him. He humped higher, shoving more hard prick in Anne's pussy.
"Whoo!" Anne breathed hotly. "Jeez!" the man panted. "Fuckin' is so good, isn't it?" He nodded.
Anne fucked faster now, in and out, the long slide up and down, taking all of his mammoth prick deep into her cunt.
She bounced and bucked wildly. Her ass slapped beautifully against the man's thighs as she plopped down in her fuck stroke. He trembled, shook all over, overwhelmed with the gorgeous woman on top of him, straddling his cock.
A slurpy noise filled the office, cock and cunt worked together. Anne wanted to shout with sheer delight. Instead, she said, "Do you think you could get me a full-time position?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, that can be arranged," Mr. Hudson gasped.
"Good, that's good," Anne whispered as she picked up the fuck-beat, up and down, her skirt high, the man's cock lodged in her cunt with her panties bulged to one side of her crotch. She took him home ... took him to paradise.
Mr. Hudson threw back his head and groaned loudly. His cock billowed and spat out a hot flush of thick cum, a jet of cream that shot high into her pussy.
"Oh, ah, fuck ... ooooh ... Mrs. Reese!" he shouted.
The simmering fuck cream filled Anne's pussy and she felt the exhilarating tingle of climax consume her, a ripple of divine ecstasy. She came with him.
She bounced frantically on his spurting prick. The slurpy slick sound became louder, faster ... Anne fucked and screwed harder.
"Goddam!" she shouted. "Fill my pussy with cream, you hot, big-cocked bastard ... fill me up!"
She collapsed on top of him, the man's cock still flushing out the thick cream. His heart raced. He shook. His cock spit. Anne came again lying on top of him. It took her by surprise, this after-cum ... it had never happened before, but the feel of the enormous prick in her pussy, the way it continued to spill cream into her, excited the budding desire of love into a rippling orgasm that shuddered and convulsed her.
Mr. Hudson humped hard up into her pussy. His cock stayed hard as Anne tingled all over.
* * *
The next day, Anne received a memo from the principal's office that she had been put on full time at Beethoven High. She smiled as she read the note.
A knock came at the door. She called. Warren and Brad walked in.
They stared at Anne. She looked delightful in a yellow sweater and black skirt. She had on shiny black high heels, dark sheer nylons.
"Hello, boys," she cooed.
"Hi, Mrs. Reese," they chimed.
"Now what would you boys want?" she asked.
They blushed.
She saw their cocks pulsing against their jeans. She smiled at them.
"Came to see your teacher, came to jack off to her, huh?" Anne whispered lewdly.
The boys nodded quickly.
"Looks like you boys need a real good hand-job," Anne said.
She turned her chair sideways and slid to the edge. She reached out with both hands and unzipped the boys' jeans. She reached inside and brought out their bristling teen cocks, hard, throbbing, smooth, red on the cockhead. Oh, so hard! she thought.
She fisted the stiff pricks, her fingers curling around the tops of their cocks. She squeezed and began a slow pumping.
"Mram, boys," she murmured. "You like this?"
"Oh, yes ma'am," they chirped.
"Well, before I jack you off, you'll have to do something for your teacher."
Anne let their stiff cocks go. The hard pricks snapped upward and wobbled. She stood up, lifted her black skirt over her tight pair of yellow panties. They were all snugged out by the soft muffy mound at her crotch.
Warren knew what to do. He dropped to his knees and started chewing, licking, kissing Anne's bright yellow panties.
Brad watched excitedly. He thumped his cock wildly. Warren jerked Anne's panties down and buried his mouth in her hairy pussy.
"Ah, yes, darling," Anne gulped. "Yes, yes."
Warren sucked her soft cunt. He chewed it into his mouth, sliced his tongue up and down her pussy-slit.
"Brad, get behind me," Anne instructed.
The boy dropped to his knees behind her. "Now, stick your tongue up my ass-hole," Anne commanded.
He punched his tongue between her smooth ass-cheeks, wiggled it furiously into Anne's ass-hole.
"Whew ... mmmm," Anne muttered.
Warren ate on her pussy, Brad tongued at her ass-hole. Anne fluttered all over. She loved this. She loved life, and she loved her new job.
She threw her head back. "Yeah, give me a rim-job, Brad, tongue my ass-hole, come on boy, do me good!"
Brad slapped his young tongue at her shitter, making Anne hotter than a firecracker. Warren's lapping and chewing at her crotch sent further satisfaction vibrating through her luscious body.
"Now boys, jack off as you tongue my ass and pussy, let me see you pump your hard pricks for me, let me see you beat your fuckin' meat, boys ... ah, yeah ... yeah, like that, Warren, ooooh, you're doin' good, honey, just like that.
Fuck your fist and eat my cunt!"
Warren and Brad beat wildly on their cocks as they lunched hungrily on her ass and pussy. Anne swooned into a plateau of pleasure she had never experienced before.
She knew that her new job was going to afford her hours of delightful pleasure.
She watched Warren jack off. "Yeah, I love to see that, love to see a guy whack his cock ... do it fast for me, faster, fuck your fist, faster, that's it, that's good, faster, oh wow! Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, come on ... cum ... cum ... cum ... on!"
