Carole tried to straighten her dress the best she could. The wrinkles were instantly apparent to anyone looking at her. She just hoped it wouldn't be obvious why her dress was wrinkled. Then she laughed aloud. Who in their right mind would ever guess the wrinkles had shown up because a man. had stuffed his head under her skirt and eaten her
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out? No one. The idea was too preposterous to even consider.
She had trouble coming to grips with the idea herself. She had coasted along sexually for so long with Larry that finding a new man in her life scared her a little bit. Carole wasn't sure what she should do. Michael Burton had done just the right thing to intrigue her, to get her hot, to make her follow along to the next stop on this magical, wondrous sex tour.
But being eaten out almost in public was a lot different from allowing the man to fuck her. In spite of her lack of shining sex life, she was faithful to Larry. Sometimes Carole didn't understand why, but she was. Fooling around wasn't right. Her church said it was a mortal sin and she could burn in Hell for it. She doubted that, but the training was still there inside her head.
She turned at the door of the auditorium and saw Alex Hansen, the principal, still lecturing about drugs and violence in the school. Carole shook her head and wondered what the man thought of his teachers going out and fucking unsuspecting parents.
For that matter, she wondered what she thought about it. She was too confused to really get a good grip on a clever idea. Carole wiped a spot of sweat off her head as she turned and saw the winding stairs leading up into the projection booth. The tiny room was designed so that pictures could be
projected onto a screen behind the principal on stage. When not in use, she guessed the room was perfect for illicit affairs. She went up the winding staircase to have it out with Michael. She had enjoyed what he'd done before, but she couldn't possibly have an affair with him, as much as she would like to. She was married and faithful.
Opening the door of the tiny room, she gasped; She had no idea what he'd meant by this being someplace special. The walls were covered with special acoustic tiles to soak up the sounds of the running projector. She could scream at the top of her lungs and no one would ever hear. For a moment, panic seized her. He could rape her up here and no one would ever know.
Then she calmed down a little. Why should she expect the worst of the man? He hadn't seemed the violent type. And he had risked great deal to eat her pussy. He could have been fired and would never work again as a teacher. She would have been
– stared at and nothing more.
"Come in," he invited. "You're just in time for a little private showing of a special feature."
She saw that the windows to the projection booth were mirrored. She looked to the back of the booth and saw a wall-sized screen. The man could turn on the projector, bounce the picture off the mirrors and have it displayed on the back screen. This was both a projection and a viewing booth.
"Some setup. Do you come here often?"
"Sit down, sit down," he urged. She looked around and didn't see any other chair but the one in which Michael sat. She raised her eyebrows slightly and motioned to the lack of other chairs.
"Sit on my lap," he invited.
"Look, Mr. Burton…"
"Michael, please."
"Okay, Michael. I'm a married woman and I don't fool around. What you did downstairs was… nice. I have to admit you took me by surprise. But it can't go on like that."
"I agree," he said, surprising her. "It can't go on like that. Because I think we both want a lot more than some pussy eating. I'm fairly young and strong and not bad looking and I think you haven't been getting enough. You've got that look."
"What look?" she snapped.
"Discontent. Your mind was wandering all over and when you felt my hand on your leg, you really perked up. You wanted it. And I think you need a lot more than you've gotten so far. So sit down on my lap and watch this little movie I've got in the projector.
She didn't like him being so fight. Did it show? Was she wearing her sexual frustration like a mask? Quietly, she dropped her handbag and went to sit on Michael's lap. She didn't know where all this would lead but it could only be for the best.
"I'll give you these back later," he said, taking her panties from his pocket and showing them to her. "Very nice lace pattern. I like them."
She gasped. She had forgotten all about her panties. She would have left them on the floor of the auditorium if he hadn't picked them up! She blushed furiously.
"Don't worry about it. With me, everything's cool. Now just sit back and watch one of the teacher training films." He reached past her, his strong arm brushing across her tits. She shivered a little bit at the touch and watched his powerful. fingers close on the switch. Automatically the lights died down in the room and the projector started up.
She gasped. The picture on the back wall wasn't what she had expected.
The film was hardly a training film for teachers, not unless the curriculum had changed drastically. What she saw was a pornographic movie. She turned to protest and felt strong fingers at her waist holding her firmly in position.
Quiet," he hissed, "Watch the action. You'll be quizzed on it later..
Carole turned and slumped down a bit on the man slap. This was disgusting. And what they were doing on the screen was disgusting, too. She couldn't imagine that people would allow such lewd things to be photographed. Yet, something began to stir inside her.
She hadn't realized such a position was possible. The woman in the picture, a lovely blonde, was holding onto the back of a chair. The naked man with the huge prick moved up behind her and
lifted her legs off the floor. Holding her legs like the handles on a wheelbarrow, he moved into the vee of her crotch.
His cock was a monster. Carole cringed a little as he drove that prick directly into the woman's cunt.
"Oh, God, yes, fuck me! I needed it so badly. You're such a fucker!" the woman on the screen said. And then there wasn't any more dialog. They didn't need it. Carole felt herself holding her breath as she watched the man's long cock part the pinkly scalloped cunt lips and then plunge deep into the woman's pussy.
She felt herself responding to the pictures on the screen. Her own cunt remembered what it was like getting that much cock and all at once. The smooth fucking rhythm, the growing sense of tension inside followed by the atomic bomb release of orgasm.
And the position. She wondered how they maintained it. She could see their muscles straining as the man fucked the woman. The woman's arms were tensed, as was her entire body.
Michael whispered hotly into her ear, "The straining to keep the position makes everything more intense. When she comes, it'll be one hell of a big one."
Carole looked in open mouthed awe as soon as she saw the man was right. She wondered what it would be like to have a come that powerful. She had had some nice ones in the past, but nothing so potent. She felt hands working up under her
blouse. She tried to push the hands away but something prevented it. Her own body was rebelling against her!
"Relax and watch the film. Enjoy it. And we'll both enjoy each other. I promise it, beautiful lady."
She shivered a little as his hands worked off her bra. The snaps came loose easily under his deft touch. Larry had never mastered the art of getting her out of her bra. She shrugged her shoulders once and found herself naked to the waist. In the flickering light cast by the movie, she saw her tits standing firm and conical and ready for anything.
He cupped her boobs with his hands and lifted. She sighed and fell back against the man's broad chest. It felt as if he were the first to ever touch her tits. She was as excited as a teenaged girl going out on her first date. When his fingers closed on her nipples, she almost came.
The reaction surprised her. Larry had fondled her tits for fifteen years and she'd never gotten a thrill like this from it. Michael took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and started rolling the hard little nubbins of flesh around in circles. She sighed and pressed forward to fill his hands with her tit flesh..
"You like it, don't you?" he asked, his breath hot in her ear. She didn't answer. His tongue began working against her ear. This turned her on in a big way. Her ears were sensitive as was the skin around her neck. His tongue lightly brushed across the
nape of her neck.
She felt her pussy begin to flow. With her eyes half open, she could see everything happening on the screen. The man was stuffing his long, hard prick all the way up into the woman's pussy from behind. He was fucking her like a bitch in heat.
A bitch in heat. Just like Carole felt inside!
"Fuck me, Michael. I want your prick moving back and forth in me just like that!" She pointed weakly to the screen. All she could see was a closeup of a cock sliding quickly in and out of an agitated pussy. Her own cunt was drooling obscenely in its need.
"Yes, of course I will. Soon, very soon." His hand began kneading her tits as if they were hunks of dough. She sobbed out her need now. He was lighting fires in her body she'd thought long dead. No matter how she turned or twisted, he was there to give her fresh, new excitement.
His thumbs pressed down firmly into her nipples, making the hard pebbles of flesh vanish in the marshmallowy soft underpinning of titflesh. He started rotating her boobs, one clockwise and the other in the opposite direction. She thought he was trying to rip them from her chest. And she didn't care.
The flames of desire blasted down into her lungs. She felt her tits filling with more and more blood as her excited heart beat faster and faster. She sucked in liquid fire and her throat felt as if it were coated with sandpaper.
Reaching back over her shoulder, she pressed her fingers to his head, holding it close to her shell-like ear. She moaned out, "My cunt! Fuck my cunt! I need your prick fucking me. I do, I doooooo!"
His tongue shot bard into her ear, fucking it like a cock fucks a pussy. She was putty in his hands. Anything he wanted, she would do unquestioningly. She had thought she was sophisticated and a woman of the world. How little she really knew of her own body, her own desires. She had been deprived of satisfying fucking for too long not to respond to the man's masterful touch.
She was in a daze as she felt his hands working her skirt up around her waist. Her cunt gleamed in the reflected light from the movie screen. She glanced down at her pussy and. saw tiny dewdrops of fuck fluid glittering in her thick brown bush. She had the wild thought that her pussy was even prettier than the one of the actress in the pornographic movie flashing across the screen in front of her.
"It's a lot prettier," said Michael, as if reading her mind. "And. I love it even more than any on the screen."
He moved her with assured hands. She lifted and put her hands down to the thick bulge in his pants. Running the zipper down the track with a metallic hiss, she released his cock. It snapped to rigid attention. She sucked in her breath when she saw how huge his cock was..
"It… it's even bigger than the one that guy
has!" she marveled, looking up to the screen to compare sizes. She'd thought the actor was well hung, but Michael's cock would have pleased any stallion. He was hung like a bull!
"And it's all yours, if you want it," he teased her.
"I want it! I want it all in my cunt, fucking me hard!"
She positioned herself over that long pole of hard manmeat. She guided the purpled head until it was pressing against her pussy lips. For a moment, she savored the feelings racing through her body. She hardly recognized some of them. This was the way fucking should be. She shivered and anticipated. And the woman rammed the cock all the way up into her pussy.
The impact made both of them gasp. She felt the long, hot pole of cock rip into her tightly clenched cunt. She hadn't thought he would be this big around. Long, sure, but guys with long cocks tended to be thin. Or so she'd thought. Michael was huge in circumference as well as in length. He had a real pussy pleaser.
The woman felt robbed of all her strength. She could only sit there, the cock pulsating wildly inside the tight confines of her fuck channel. Moving a little to one side made the long cock swing around inside her pussy. The cunt walls twisted and turned with her movement, making her passions soar.
"I never thought it would be like this," she
moaned.
The man whispered hotly into her ear, stimulating and sensitizing the already aroused flesh even more, "It'll get better. Believe me. It's going to be the best fuck ever!"
She believed him. She peered through half-opened eyes at the screen and the movie going through the wild gyrations of a frantic fucking. She knew how the actress on the screen felt. She was experiencing the same wildly rampaging emotions inside her own body.
She fried to itemize all the things the teacher was doing to her. She could see the couple fucking on the movie screen that made her feel horny just seeing it. But his hands were relentlessly stroking and caressing and fondling her tits. He knew all the right ways of drawing this fingers across the bumpy plains of her aureoles. A quick stab with his fingers pressed already taut nipples down into a sea of fine tit flesh. She felt growing excitement every time he moved against her tits.
And then his hot breath on her earlobe was superb. When he began nibbling and gnawing on the tiny flap of flesh, she came. The woman tried to hold it back, but she couldn't. She'd never realized her ears were this sensitive.
But maybe it was the combination of things. She had never had a man nibbling at her ear while
fondling her tits,, while watching a porno movie and while having his bucking, virile cock planted a11 the way up her pussy.
"More," she begged piteously. "I need more of your sweet cock. fuck me as hard as you caaaaaaan!"
He had already begun to lift her up and off his prick. As she said the final words of her plaintive demand, he dropped her. The woman's hips came rocketing down around the swiftly impaling spike of his cock. He rammed all the way up into her tenderly yielding pussy.
She got the idea. He was sitting in the chair. She was the one who could move. She moved. Slowly at first, then with growing confidence. The woman felt a surge of freedom that she hadn't felt since she was married.
She could control her own fucking!
She went wild. Her hips flew up and down the now well-lubricated shaft of his cock. She felt her cunt walls stretch and tremble as they expanded to take the huge girth and length. She fucked herself faster. His hands on her tits encouraged her. The sight of what was happening on the screen made her feel guilty she wasn't fucking herself fast enough. She speeded up.
For a moment, she worried the man might not like this. But his quick squeezes on her tits reassured her. And the way his tongue shot in and out of her ear told her all she needed to know.
He loved this fucking as much as she did.
Straining, arching her back a little, the brunette fucked herself faster and faster until she thought her cunt would burn up with the friction of cock
against cunt. She came. She came like a ton of bricks falling off a tall building. She wanted to stop, to rest, to let the man catch up with her.
He didn't do it. His hands on her boobs kept her frantically fucking herself. She shot up and down like a rocket. The sudden intrusion of his cock into her seething pussy was second only to the suction formed by his prick as it left. She thought her guts would come out after his prick. But they didn't. Only her passions flowed.
"I can't take any moooooore!"
"You can. You will!" he told her.
And she did.
Her mind refused to comprehend all that was happening to her body. The sexual tensions that usually mounted and weren't released had been set free. She came and came and came. And his hard fucking prick built up the tensions inside her belly again. And released them again.
She was dazed, her mind numbed by all the fucking. She could only gasp and ride his prick harder and harder. She felt the warm, throbbing, prick in her pussy expand. She vaguely realized he was going to blast off into her sucking cunt at any second.
She fucked herself even faster.
When the sweet rush of his jism hit her agitated cunt walls, she got off again. She fucked herself as hard as she could on his prick while it was still firm and hot against her cunt walls. His hand on her clit set her off again.
Everything conspired to get her off. She soared on the hot winds of orgasm until she was drained and weak.
His prick slowly went limp and slipped from her cunt amid a flow of her own fuck juices and his come.
Never had Carole felt this drained and wonderful after fucking. She had come like a string of firecrackers going off. She could hardly believe this had happened to her.
And he said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For coming so soon. But you're a real fox and your cunt sort of sucked it out of me. The next time will be better."
She didn't believe him. But she should have. The next time they fucked, like in the movie, it was the best ever for her.