Carole was almost at the point of tears all through breakfast. She hoped that Larry wouldn't notice that she hadn't been in his bed mast of the night. It had been after four in the morning before she had returned from Michael's, her cunt blazing with the friction of his cock against the smooth, slick walls. Her clit still pulsed and felt deliciously
sinful in its arousal. She hoped he wouldn't notice that she had been gone to fuck another man.
She was even more crushed when she realized he didn't have the foggiest idea she had been missing from his side most of the night.
That was all he cared for her. He didn't even know she was absent. The woman served the man his breakfast and didn't trust herself to speak in more than occasional grunts.
"You sure are in a lousy mood this morning," he observed. "What's wrong?"
She almost told him. Then she alibied, "You know. It's that time of month again. I just feel rotten." Her haggard expression and bloodshot eyes seemed to give some element of truth to her claims, even though Larry should have known At was still another week or so till her period began.
"Hope you feel better." The man finished feeding his face, dropped the newspaper to the table and left for work. He didn't even bother giving her more than a quick kiss, almost chaste and not what Carole needed from him at all. If she could have put it into words, what she needed was one hell of a good fucking from her husband.
Since he didn't seem willing to give it to her, she would have to go elsewhere for it. To Michael.
The woman finished breakfast, her mood improving steadily as she thought of the wonderful night they'd spent together. The cunnilingus and fellatio hadn't been more than the first round of a championship match. Her pussy had felt tired out
and her entire body drained of emotion when he had finished tongue fucking her cunt.
She'd thought that would have been it. With Larry, it would have been.
Not with Michael. The man insisted on fucking her. He had told her she'd gotten him hard and she could get his rocks off. The woman isn't about to argue with him. The burning need in her pussy had returned slowly, but when he dipped down between her legs and shoved his cock balls deep into her pussy, that had been it. She had responded fully to him. Nothing in the whole world was better than cock to a hungry cunt.
He hadn't fucked her more than a few strokes in the missionary position. Whether he sensed she was turning off or not, she didn't know. But he had quickly changed positions, his prick never leaving her snatch. She didn't know exactly how he had done it. A lot of acrobatics, sure, but it had been a lot of fun. His prick had stirred around inside her passion-packed cauldron of cunt until she thought he would burst apart at the seams.
He had allowed her to come as many times as she could and, when she simply knew it wasn't possible for her to get off again, he proved her wrong. His fucking had changed to short, quick strokes that built up the friction between cockhead and slippery cunt wall with amazing speed.
He had picked her up like the woman in the porno movie they'd watched in the projection
booth. Carole hadn't believed muscle strain could enhance her fucking. She was dead wrong. He had picked her up like she was some sort of human wheelbarrow. Her legs had been on either side of his body and her cunt pressed intimately into his crotch, tie held her legs while she walked on her hands and his prick had fit perfectly into her cunt.
He had walked her around the room like that, each movement pulling his prick out of her pussy and then stuffing it back in again. She had never gotten off on a fucking in such a big way.
Michael had told her fucking was supposed to be fun. The more ridiculous it got, the more fun it could be. A change of pace was always nice. Serious fucking sometimes, riotous fucking at other times. She hadn't thought that would work. with her. Larry was always dead serious about it. No jokes, everything being done by the numbers.
With Michael, she didn't have the slightest idea what he would do next. But she knew now that it would be fun, exciting and incredibly sexy.
Carole wolfed down her breakfast and quickly dressed. She had a little parent-teacher meeting planned that wasn't sanctioned by the PTA.
Carole stood in the hallway outside Michael's room, feeling uptight with all the young students around her. She licked her lips as she saw some of
the teenaged girls. They were a lot bolder than when she'd gone to school. The girls wore tight fitting jeans that molded to firm buttocks like a second skin. Carole wondered if the old joke about being able to tell if a dime was heads or tails when put into a hip pocket was the literal truth.
Most of the chicks she saw, the answer would always be "tails". They waggled their asses and swayed in ways that would have made a bronze statue horny. Carole wondered how Michael kept from fucking the pants off all his female students.
Or if he refrained at all.
She swallowed hard and waited till his classroom was deserted. She had been lucky enough to find out that the second period was his free, conference period. She was in dire need of counseling.
When the last student left the classroom, Carole went in, hesitant about what she was going to do. This wasn't the type of thing she had any practice at. Seduction of her son~s science teacher wasn't an everyday occurrence with her. Not at all.
"Carole!" Michael said, looking up from a textbook, "How are you? Come to talk about… last night?"
"Yes, Michael. Are we g-going to be alone in here?"
The slight stutter in her voice told him what she wanted. He smiled a little and nodded. "Do you want some more of the extracurricular activity we engaged in last night?"
For a moment, she didn't understand him. Then
she smiled weakly and nodded her head. Words didn't seem to come easily for her. Not in this case when she so desperately needed all the words she could find to get her out of her spot.
"Still horny," he said. It was a flat statement, not a question. "I can help you. I'm a bit horny myself."
"From all those young girls?"
"You know, then. Yeah, I stand up here and look out over that sea of blossoming femininity.
– They're all little kittens beginning to unsheathe their claws, They think a teacher is a prime candidate. A mature man, yet he won't dare take them up on their outrageous requests. Safe as can be. They'd be scared shitless if I ever did try to flick the pants off them, like they want. I'd be in jail for statutory rape in nothing flat."
"Then they do come on to you?"
"Md how! I've got one who wears an impossibly tight tee-shirt. No bra. I can see her nipples. Sometimes I think she, runs an ice cube over them just before she comes into class, She moves,up against me, like this," he demonstrated, "and rubs her body into mine." He demonstrated again. "Her jeans are tight and sometimes I see a tiny wet spot at her crotch. I wonder if ft's some disco dance star that she's thinking about or me."
"Would you like it to be you?" Carole hardly trusted her voice.
"Sometimes I would. Not now. Not when I've got a mature, sexy; experienced woman who
knows what she wants!"
"1 want you!"
"And I want you, Carole. God, I get horny here all day long. I sit and think about you. Ever since that first PTA meeting when I saw you sitting in the back of the auditorium all alone, I knew I had to have you.
"Take me, Michael. Fuck me with that mighty prick of yours. I love the feel of its swollen length fucking me!"
His hands had gone up under her dress. He wasn't too surprised to learn she wasn't wearing any panties. Most of the girls in his class didn't, either. They would torment him by crossing their legs and making sure only he could see all the way up into their virginal snatches. But his hands found a pussy mound that wasn't carrying a cherry.
This was a cunt accustomed to a man's cock. It needed prick like spring flowers need rain. Without his cock, she couldn't bloom. He pressed closer, pulling her body to his in a wild embrace. The rapture in the woman's body was obvious.
His hands were covered with her thick inner oils and her fits pressed hard and aroused into his chest. He crushed her lips with his own.
The man warn 't the least bit surprised when the woman's lips parted and her tongue came sallying forth. It drove passionately against his. The tips of the pink tongues touched, pressed and then erotically tumbled around each other. They danced from mouth to mouth until she was panting in
utter need for his prick.
She reached down and fumbled open his fly. The man's meaty bludgeon of cock flipped out and into her hotly clutching fingers. She stroked up and down the rigid length until he was totally erect and ready to fuck.
"Take me, Michael darling, fuck me here on your desk. I'm all yours!"
She turned and jumped to sit on the edge of his desk. Her legs parted wantonly and her skirt hiked up around her thighs. He looked down and gasped. Her naked pussy gleamed gorgeously in the light. Tiny dewdrops of cunt oil dotted her bush and her pink cunt lips fluttered with need. He had to ram his prick between those lewdly grinning lips. He had to!
He did.
The mighty cock speared in toward her hungry cunt. They gasped in unison as his cock vanished between those damp, flexible cunt lips to sink ill the way up into her twat. For a moment, neither of them could move. They were frozen, stiff as statues, drinking in the stark pleasure of having his cock hidden all the long distance into her sucking pussy.
"Now, Michael, now! Fuck me with that delicious cock of yours. I need it so baaaaadly!"
He began sliding backwards, his hips doing all the work. His upper body. remained almost motionless. The feelings running wild inside his loins were beyond compare. If he'd tried to put
them into words, he would have failed utterly and completely.
She gasped again when only the thick knob of his glans remained inside her pussy lips. She used all her newly trained muscles to flutter her cunt lips around his prick in an obscene kiss. She didn't know what she would do without his cock fucking her. As long as she stayed empty inside, that gnawing hunger would destroy her sanity.
He didn't hesitate. She sobbed openly when his long spear drove all the way into her cunt again. In the position she was in on the desk top, the cock began to bend slightly to get up really deep into her pussy. This applied pressure against the underside of the man's cock and the backside of her pussy.
Every nerve in her tightly clutching cunt sang a song of joy. The tightness she was able to give her cunt helped enhance the fervor of the fucking. Soon, the man wasn't able to hold down the tempo of the screwing. His hips drove mercilessly into her crotch, ground fiercely, bush rubbing into bush, then he would retreat.
When he crushed his pubic fur into hers, the woman came. She felt the virile prick so far up in her cunt. As it stirred around, it was nice, very nice. But it was the feeling of her snatch being pulled taut by the fucking and his bush grinding into her cit that set her off. She gasped and clutched hard at the man's shoulders.
"I need to have all your fucking cock! I can't
stand it any more! Fuck me with all your cock, all of iiiiiit!"
Her body shook and sweat beaded on her forehead. She could hardly stand the shocks of delight surging through her body as the teacher fucked the shit out of her.
The cold fear that smashed like a fist into her stomach robbed her of all pleasure when she heard the voice demand, "What the hell's going on here!"
She turned and saw Alex Hansen, the principal, standing in the doorway. His hands were firmly placed on hips and his stance indicated he was not pleased.
"It'll be your job, Mr. Burton," the principal said. "And as for you, Mrs. Bennet, let's have a
little talk in my office about this. Now, dammit, I want to see you now!"
Carole knew the full extent of Michael's fright. His prick wilted in her pussy like an icicle left in the hot summer sun. She hastily pulled down her skirt and tried to cover her nakedness up. If anything, the movements were only making things worse.
She followed along behind the principal like some sort of a whipped dog. She didn't even have the nerve to say another word to Michael before she left. About halfway to the man's office, she began to get mad. She was an adult. So was Michael. This was between the two of them!
In the office, Alex Hansen indicated a hard, straight backed chair for her to sit in. She declined,
preferring to remain standing.
'What the hell was going on there?" the man asked.
Something snapped inside Carole. Gone was the mousy housewife. She was her own woman now. Michael had given her the confidence to stand up to the principal. In a cool, level voice that surprised even her, she simply stated, "We were fucking.. So what?"
The principal's eyebrows shot up. For a moment, he was speechless. Then, "So what! What if one of the students saw you! It would be everyone's head around here, Mrs. Bennet. Don't you realize people will sue at the drop of a hat these days? If one of their little darlings ever saw a couple fucking, as you so crudely put it, it would be everyone's ass in a sling."
"None of the students saw us. Only you." Carole wasn't sure what made her do what she did. She perched on the corner of the man's desk, facing him. She lifted her leg and made sure he got a good look up her dress, along her thigh, all the way to her still gooey snatch. Her pussy was good looking and she knew it. This man would have to be made of stone to resist her nearness.
What she saw made her think the man was made of stone or at least his prick.
She knew she had the advantage now and she pressed it to the hilt. "Mr. Hansen Alex we're not going to make a federal case out of this. Michael had nothing to do with it. I'm entirely to
blame. If anyone is to be punished, let it be me.
She swung her leg over his head and sat on his desk, one leg on either arm of his chair. Her pussy was pulled wide open and she made no attempt at all to hide it from the man's increasingly lustful gaze. He licked dried lips as he said, "Punish you?" He seemed to warm up to the idea. "Yes, if you'd let me punish you, I think we can all forget about this unfortunate incident. Let's get this over with!"
He stood, grabbing her legs. She thought he was going to dump her onto her head on the floor, but the man supported her and twisted her around. When he dropped her legs, she found herself bent over his desk, her ass poking up in the air. As he biked up her skirt and displayed the twin mounds of her glowing white asscheeks, she knew what turned Alex on.
He was going to spank her.
The idea should have been repellent to the woman. It wasn't. She wondered why she wiggled her ass and actually incited the principal to spank her with the wooden paddle he held in his trembling hands.
"Don't beat me too much, Alex," she cooed, her voice trembling a little with unbridled excitement. "I've been a bad girl and deserve it, but don't spank me too much."
"Take this! And this! And this!" he cried, swinging the paddle in a short, vicious arc. The pain lanced through her bottom but it didn't hurt as much as it turned her on. Carole couldn't explain
her reaction. She hated pain. This was giving her pleasure.
The principal continued spanking her ass with the board until her once lily white ass flesh turned a rosy pink. The man checked her asscheeks a few times by laying his hand flat on the curves and studying the temperature. He continued spanking her until the warm glow spread into her cunt and made her pussy drool lewdly down the inside of her thighs.
The man's hand flashed to that tiny rivulet of love juice and he tasted it. As if satisfied with his discovery, he dropped the board and moved in close behind the woman before she could move from her bending over position. Magically, the man's zipper had run down the track and his prick shot out, hard and long and destined to be buried all the way up her well-spanked ass.
She didn't know if she should protest this or not. When she felt the hot rod of his cock press between her aroused, meaty slabs of asscheek, she knew this was what she wanted.
In all the years she had been married, not once had she ever been fucked so that a man's cock would ream out her asshole. The very idea made her hot. Along with the spanking of her rump, she was as horny as she could be.
"This is part of the discipline, too," the principal panted. He drove his cock forward and sank to the balls up her pussy. The juices gushed out and poured down the woman's snatch. She felt
the vee of her cunt filling up and then dribbling the juices onto the desk. She didn't care. The hot cock in her pussy was more than good enough.
But he quickly pulled out of her cunt. He wasn't going to fuck her doggy style. He wanted to bury that hot shaft of cock flesh all the way up her asshole. She moaned as she felt the blunt nosecone of his prick touch her tightly puckered anus. The woman tried to relax and found she couldn't.
"Let me in!" the man cried. "I must fuck that fantastic ass of yours! Let me up your shit chute!"
She tried again and failed to relax. The constant pressure of his hard cock into her asshole prompted her to lie forward on the desk and clutch the other side with her fingers. This stretched her body out and let her rub her tits against the papers on the desk. Something inside her got primed for the butt fucking and she felt her anal muscle begin to weaken under the onslaught of the principal's battering raw of cock.
"In!" the man cried. "All the fucking way innnnnn!"
She thought she would pass out when his prick surged into her guts. He drove his prick into her with such ferocity that she was positive he was ripping her apart inside. She expected to feel her asshole begin to bleed as her tortured inner membrane gushed forth her life blood. When no such torrent came, she relaxed a little. The huge cock rested ponderously in her tightest passage. She wiggled her ass a little and this caused the cock
to stir around inside her bowels.
"Nice," she finally decided as her inner tissues started to expand to take that meaty cock. "Nice. But you're not fucking. Move! Move hard, move fast but fuck my ass hard!"
"You wanted it, you're going to get it," the man said. His hands rested lightly on her splayed asscheeks. They rubbed invitingly on either side of his prick. He pulled the doughy half-moons apart and saw his prick vanish into the puckered mouth of her pink asshole. This was living! He loved greeking a chick more than anything else in the world.
Alex could hardly keep from creaming all over himself when some of the hot teenagers walked down the halls, waggling their asses at him He knew if he even once gave in to his desires, he would butt rape all of them and end up in jail for the rest of his life.
Carole coming in to his office and wantonly offering her ass to him to fuck was a godsend. He couldn't have stayed as randy as he was much longer without going off the deep end.
He fucked. Hard. With power. With great deliberation.
The woman thought he was torturing her on purpose. Her asshole clutched down at his invading cock with all the power of a vise closing. She felt as if she were being fucked by some irresistible force. Nothing could stop that cock as it drove into her ass. It didn't come fast, and for that she was glad.
Her malleable guts took time to flow into a new size to accommodate his monstrous cock.
She clutched firmly on the desk and spread her legs a bit more. This tensed her asscheeks around his prick. She could feel his balls wetly slapping against her cunt lips. This pushed her arousal to the breaking point. She felt her hips begin to move of their own accord. She was a virgin up the ass, a thirty-two-year-old who wore her cherry for a tail light, but she was getting the thrill of her life.
She heard a distant voice demand, "Fuck harder! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" and then she realized that was her voice. The blood pounded like drems in her temples. Her vision blurred. And her ass burned with the force of the fucking. She could hardly believe being buggered like this could make her pussy turn juicy and arouse her innermost passions.
It did.
She cried out as she came. She felt her insides convulse and tighten all around the man's deeply buried cock. He grunted,. "Like a goddamn hangman's noose around my prick! How do you do it!"
She allowed the orgasm to pass through her body. As she relaxed a little, she applied mote pressure to her asshole. She wanted to make the man feel as if he had thrust his cock into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling hot lava.
She must have succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. The man's hips exploded into a frenzy of
motion. He fucked wildly, hard, with growing penetration of her ass. He rammed his cock all the way up her back door and then whirled it around after it was hidden from sight. When he pulled out, she was positive he would pull her guts out with that piston of prick. The vacuum inside her bowels was that intense.
He fucked harder and faster and soon he lost all sense of rhythm. She knew that he was about ready to come. To help him get his rocks off, she began shoving her hips back to meet his incoming prick. She marveled at the way their bodies fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Her smoothly curving ass fit nicely into the circle of his porn.
She rubbed her soft asscheeks against the fabric of his pants and reveled in the hot rod of cock driving straight up her asshole.
He filled her with the sexiest enema possible. His jizz shot hot and hard all the way up into her bowels. She sobbed and rocked through a come of her own. The liquid surge of that come had set her off again.
By the time Carole drifted down from her sex-high, the man's cock had gone limp and was trickling out of her asshole amid a flow of come. She simply stayed in position across his desk until she could get her breath back. Then she solemnly straightened, put her dress down and said in as level a tone' as she could, "Will there be anything else, Alex?"
"No Carole," he said. The gleam in his eyes told her the story. This was another man who lusted after her and who could give her the sex she had been missing.
She cursed herself for, not coming to a PTA meeting sooner!