Jeff had fucked Angela to orgasm like a rutting young bull. But, with a deep sigh, the trembling college teacher realized that her satisfaction couldn't last. She could already feel the tremors of passion ebbing away deep within her cunt.
Shocked, she also realized exactly what she'd just done, and that she was actually in her own office on campus, with a minor, not safe and secretive at home… she had just seduced, sucked, and fucked her second teenaged boy in less than twenty-four hours – in less than twelve hours, now that she thought about it! She wasn't just sensual, like normal women… she was driven by some irresistible compulsion!
"You'd better get dressed now," she told Jeff with an anxious tremolo in her voice. "And I want to talk to you before you leave."
She took her skirt and panties, left the office, and slipped into the ladies' room, which happened to be right down the hall. Still shaking uncontrollably, she closed her eyes for a moment and, reliving the lewd experience in every detail, scooped up the boy's warm come that she could feel dripping slowly down the insides of her thighs. She brought her sticky fingertips to her lips and licked the salty seminal fluids from them, groaning, with depraved eagerness and relish.
Then, calmly, she got dressed, staring at her reflection in the mirror. In less than two minutes, she had made the transformation from stunning, wild-eyed nympho back into cool, chaste teacher. She pinned up her hair rapidly and put her glasses back on.
"You really need to get a grip on yourself, Angela Sutherland," she lectured herself in the mirror, "or you're going to wind up in big trouble, you horny bitch!"
Back in her office, Jeff was dressed, looking excited and sheepish at the same time. He already had another hard-on straining at the crotch of his jeans.
Angela licked her lips at the sight of that genital lump, but successfully fought the temptation. Derek, after all, would be at home, waiting for her eagerly.
"Now, you listen to me, young man," she told Jeff in a firm voice. "If you ever so much as mention a word of this to anyone, I'm ruined in this town… you understand that, don't you, Jeff?"
"Hell, of course I do, Ms. Sutherland!" he exclaimed. "You don't have to worry about that. Really, you can trust me to keep my mouth shut! I'll never tell anybody, I swear to God!"
Huh, famous last words! Angela thought cynically to herself.
"Can I see you tomorrow night, too?" Jeff asked her eagerly.
"Well… only if you bring that hot-twatted young girlfriend of yours along and share her with me!" Angela had been about to blurt out lustfully. Now that would really be dangerous! "We'll see," she hedged. "You run along now, Jeff. And not a word, please, not a single word – not even to your best friends."
She locked the office door again behind him and then returned to her desk to light a cigarette and think for a few minutes before heading home herself – basking, despite her renewed anxieties, in the now-familiar glow of temporary contentment spreading outward from her tingling vagina.
But along with the soothing warmth, threatening to cut through it like a knife, came the cold stabs of fear… she simply couldn't go on like this indefinitely, she knew – a lust-crazed nymphomaniac who had to have sex on the spot whenever she saw an attractive male, fucking away with him mindlessly, fast and fierce.
But the long years of self-denial had left her libido explosively volatile and unpredictable, with an overpowering urge to make up for the lost time… all she had to do, she assured herself, was avoid the insane risks like tonight – play it safe by confining herself to Derek and milking every molten drop of come from his quivering young cock night after night!
Yes, from now on, she'd do just that and only that, Angela swore to herself. There would be no more lurid fantasies to get her overly excited and reckless; no more wild, urgent lapses in her office at night; no more furtive, shamefully exciting blow jobs and torrid screwing sessions with handsome, hung young studs in the classroom building after hours… she would definitely get a grip on this insane passion of hers, and at once.
But… she couldn't help it: just once, she'd like to have sex with a lovely young girl, a ripening female body with athletic limbs, budding tits, and a pert, cheeky ass. Just once, to satisfy her burning curiosity about lesbian lovemaking. And then, maybe, just one threesome or orgy, with cocks and cunts all grinding away hotly together at once…!
With a sigh, Angela locked up her office, left the now-deserted building, and went out to her car – her ripe, heated flesh feeling like so much plastic explosive packed away in a time bomb, ticking away along with her rapid pulse, waiting for the inevitable detonation… and it would come with shattering suddenness, much sooner than Angela expected.