1 comments/ 56098 views/ 0 favorites Teaching the Teacher By: pornoperson She was my teacher and I came over to her house one night after school to discuss a bad grade I got. She was a complete bitch of a teacher—she gave me a bad grade for no good reason and wouldn't discuss it during class. Well, that wouldn't do. I was getting ready to apply for college and I needed a great grade in this class. You should have seen her face when she opened the door and saw me there. Surprise mixed with outrage. She asked me what "the fuck" I was doing there. I stammered as I tried to explain and she told me to buzz off and closed the door in my face. I waited a few minutes and knocked again. She was incensed. I tried to plead my case and she finally told me to get my ass inside, that her neighbors would talk if they saw one of her students loitering on her porch. She told me to sit on her couch. Oddly, she was watching pornographic films on her TV. Some really far out stuff. I had to look though I tried to hide my eyes when I did. Acting as if everything was normal, she sat across from me on a stool, looking down at me, arms crossed. "Okay, let's try this again. Tell me why you felt that you had the right to violate my privacy." Again, I ran through my spiel. Good grade needed, college applications. Need to fix this grade. Et cetera. All the while my knees were knocking a bit and my cock getting uncomfortably hard at the sounds of the moans and slurping coming from the TV. "I'm not about to change that grade, Louis. You did a lousy job and you got a lousy grade. Case closed." "But, what was so wrong?" I asked, my heart racing. Silence. "For Chrissakes, Louis. What is the problem? Haven't you ever seen people fucking? Do you have a problem with what's on my TV?" "No, Ma'am... I just..." "Let me tell you the problem. You've come in to my sanctuary and you'll go back to all of your little friends and tell them what a pervert your English teacher is. You probably think that you can make me agree to give you a good grade if you keep your mouth shut." "No... no, Ma'am." I said, amazed that I hadn't thought of the idea myself. "That's right, you won't do that or else I'll tell them what you did for me." "What's that, Ma'am?" "I've got one way you can get a good grade on that paper, Louis. You said you'd do anything for a better grade. Well, I'm about to give you an opportunity to do anything." She told me to stand and strip. It took me a while to take her seriously but a swat on my rump definitely told me that she wasn't kidding around. I couldn't believe that I was standing naked in front of her once every inch of clothing was gone. I tried to cover my engorged cock but she wouldn't let me. In fact, she took it upon herself to examine it and started asking me embarrassing questions. She wanted to know how often I played with myself, how far I've gone with a girl, she even asked if I've ever thought about being with another boy! I had to admit that I masturbated twice a day and that I've only ever touched a girl's breasts and had never thought about being with a boy. "You should try it, its fun," she said, giving me a wink. She had me lay down on her carpet. She stood above me, and walked around me, taking stock of my body. It felt like she was larger than life. Before I knew it, she was standing over me, straddling my head with her feet, and I was looking up her skirt at her black panties. She knew I was looking at her. Teasing me, she dropped down and pinned my arms down with her knees. It was slightly difficult to breath with her legs on either side of my head but it was worth it. I was given the privilege of returning her gaze as she looked down at me, helpless. Her pussy was mere inches from my face with only a thin piece of fabric from her panties between it and me. She allowed me to feel her warmth by lowering herself onto my face. She allowed me to take in her heady aroma. She even allowed me to hear that her pussy was wet, by sticking a finger into her panties and inserting it into her. I would do anything to smell or taste that finger. Knowing this, she asked me if I'd take a beating to taste her. "Yes, yes, anything," I say, breathlessly. She got off of me and had me kneel, my ass in the air, resting on my elbows. I heard her move behind me and I shuddered. Before I knew it, I heard the soft whistling of what I later learned was a "cat-o-nine tails." The tails of the cat made contact with my ass, stinging me slightly and surprising me more. She gave me ten blows, I felt my butt get hot from the whipping. I whimpered between each of them, at once wincing from the pain and realizing that each blow made me more aroused. "There, there. That's a good little pussy boy. You do want to take another for me, don't you?" Of course I did. I whispered, "Yes, please." Another blow landed upon me. And then another. And a third. Each making my body jump with the stinging pain. "What do you say, slut?" she asks, her eyes locked onto mine. "Thank you. Thank you for the pain." "Good boy. Seems that you might not be as stupid as I thought. Let's see how quick of a study you are." She had me turn around and sat down before me. She removed her panties, allowing me to see her bare, shaved pussy. "Eat me," she said. After a while she had me stand and wrapped a few rubber bands around my balls, snapping them and hurting me. She left the room and came back with some clothespins that she used on my nipples, enjoying every little whimper. She had me get back down on my knees and told me that she was going to give me another first.... With that, I felt her fingers going up and down the crack of my ass, massaging my virgin asshole. I didn't even need to ask what she planned on doing as I felt drops of lubricant hit where her fingers had just been. She used one finger at first but it felt like it might as well have been five as she pushed inside of me. She started fucking me with one finger and asked me if I could take two. I don't know where it came from but I nodded in assent. Two fingers became three and, finally four. "Damn, you little slut, if we had more time, I'd fist your fucking ass," she said, finally pulling her hand out of me and leaving me crumpled on the floor. As a final act of humiliation she had me masturbate in front of her, her hand cupped at the end of my cock. When I came she held it up and made me slurp it out of her palm. She took the paper and wrote "B+" on it, giving it back to me and telling me that my next paper could be an A if I kept working as well as I had. With that, she told me to get the fuck out of her house and that if I mentioned this to anyone that she had a nice videocassette that she could share with my teenage friends. Teaching the Teacher Christian sat in the back of the class, his eyes glued to the back of his teacher's skirt. She wasn't really his teacher, just a substitute. Every once in a while one of his normal teachers would be out sick, or take a personal day, and nine times out of ten he'd walk into the classroom and there would be Miss Anderson. Sometimes one of his buddies would have her in an early class, and they'd let him know at lunch what he would be looking forward to. She was the greatest substitute teacher he'd ever had. The first class she'd taught him had been English 10. That was two years ago. Now, here he sat in his government class, listening to her ramble on about judicial powers. He could care less about what she was trying to teach them, but she looked so damn good in that outfit. He let his eyes roam over the material covering her body. Every so often, his mind couldn't process the outfits she wore to teach. Today, well, today he was glad he was in the back of the class. He seemed to have to move around every now and then to keep the bulge in his pants from becoming too noticeable. Christian licked his lips as he scanned her body from top to bottom, and then back up. "Christian?" "Huh?" "I said, what are the main powers of the judicial branch?" "Oh, right... ummm... I'm not going to lie, Mizz A. I have no idea what you were talking about." "Mmmm, that's what I figured. Well, how about I write you this slip and you can think about it this afternoon in detention?" "Are you serious?!" She's never given a detention to anyone! What the fuck?! "Completely. You all seem to think that I have no power since I'm 'just a sub,' and I'm a little sick of it. I've been teaching you off and on for three years now. I think I deserve a little more respect from you than that." Christian watched as she wrote on the detention slip. After filling out everything she ripped it off and walked back to his desk. He was hypnotized by the sway in her hips as she sauntered to him. She placed the paper on his desk. "C'mon Mizz A, you don't have to give me this! You're the cool sub, you don't give detentions!" "You're the second one today who hasn't been paying attention. I did the same thing to Blake in second period. You two can discuss how mean I am at lunch. But I expect to see you both back in this room after last period to take care of this." "Back here? You're doing the detention?" "Today I am. Now, will you please open your book to the right page and try to follow along?" "Yes, Mizz A." He flipped to the page she'd been going over and sulked. Detentions were so boring. At least Blake would be here with him, they were partners in crime, best friends. He pulled out his phone and sent his buddy a text. Just got detention from Miss Anderson! WTF?! Heard you're gonna be my cellmate! Yeah, I was too busy staring at her tits to know where we were at! Same, only her ass was in my view! Maybe it won't be so bad... It is Mizz A after all. Dude, Christian... brilliant idea over here... lunch, me and you, need to plan. Christian sent back a reply and then tried to focus on what he was supposed to be learning. Two periods later he was sitting down at the table for lunch when his buddy placed his tray across from him. He told him what he had an idea for, what they could get out of it, and would it be worth it. "You really think we can pull it off Blake?" "If not, we can say it was her idea and get her fired." "I don't want her to lose her job man, and I'm eighteen, so are you. It's not illegal." "No, but it's on school grounds. Come on, don't you wanna know?" Christian nodded his head. Because Blake was right, he did want to know. For the rest of the day his brain filtered in and out of class. He was paying attention and then he was fantasizing. More than once he had to be stealthy and grab his crotch, keeping himself under control so that when the bell rang he wasn't standing up with a chubby. Last period, gym, found he and Blake discussing their plan while doing chin ups. They told their teacher, Coach Wilson, that they had detention and could they shower early and get over there so they wouldn't be stuck after school any longer than necessary. He laughed and assured them they could hit the showers right then and head over. With ten minutes before school let out, Christian and Blake stood in the hallway outside Miss Anderson's door. She had her planning period for the end of the day. So there were no students. They looked at one another, took a deep breath, and Christian nodded at Blake. They fist-bumped and he watched his friend swagger into the room. ~*~*~ "Hey Mizz A, Coach let me out early. Can I just sit in here until the bell rings?" Carly looked up from her laptop and bit back a moan. Blake Hotchkins was the star quarterback, highest-scoring point guard and catcher of the baseball team. He had long blonde hair that he kept pulled back in a ponytail and 'guns' the size of her head she was sure. And he was a cocky little fucker. "I suppose so, Mr. Hotchkins. Sometimes I don't understand how the teachers here are so lax with you all." "Awww, come on, Mizz A. You love us! You know we're your favorite class. My brother says hi, by the way." Billy Hotchkins. That boy was just like his younger brother... only three inches taller and brown hair on his head. Rawr. Carly tried to dispel the images in her head but it was spring time, love was in the air, her hormones were in over-drive and Jackson was out of town until Tuesday. He was a great boyfriend, but this was a needy time for her. Damn him, and his Atlanta office. "Your brother was a real charmer," she said with a smile, shutting up her computer and standing to fix her skirt. "I'm going to run to the vending machine and grab a bottle of water before Christian gets here. Please try and stay out of trouble for the next three minutes." She was walking toward the door when it opened the rest of the way and Christian Lewis stood in the open doorway. "Hey Mizz A... going somewhere?" "Yes, I was going to grab a drink before your detention starts. If you want to take a seat with Mr. Hotchkins then I will be righ..." "You aren't going anywhere, Miss Anderson." Carly looked at the boy standing in front of her. He had certainly grown in the past couple years. But what was he... She took a step back as he took one toward her, and she jumped as she came in contact with a solid wall of muscle behind her. Turning her head, she caught Blake staring at her with a wolfish expression, his hands sliding up her arms until he had a good grip on her shoulders. "You let go of me this instant, young man." "Sorry, Mizz A, but I can't do that. You feel so soft... I think I like touching you." "Blake, I don't know what you and Mr. Lewis think you're doing bu..." Christian shut the door and she heard the lock click. He pulled down the privacy blind and she opened her mouth to cry out for help when Blake slapped a hand over her lips. "No, no, no. No screaming, Miss Anderson... at least... not yet," he added with a chuckle. She jerked and tried to get away from him, but the hand still on her shoulder came down across her stomach and held her to him. She gasped as she felt something poking her in her lower back. Flicking her eyes over to Christian, she visually begged for help. "Miss Anderson, you look scared. There's no reason to be scared. We aren't going to hurt you... unless you like that." ~*~*~ Christian stared at her, held tight by Blake and unable to go anywhere. Her chest was heaving from her exertions. He licked his lips and stepped in front of her. This wasn't the first time the two of them had shared a girl before. Miranda Bingham had taken on them both under the bleachers after the homecoming football game. But this... this was a woman. She knew how to please a man while being pleased. He felt his dick surge against his jeans at the thought of fucking his teacher. "Now, Mizz A... if Blake takes his hand away from your mouth, are you going to keep quiet like a good girl?" Her eyes blazed at him. She was so pissed right now. She mumbled something that he took to mean she would, in fact, not act nicely. He just chuckled and told his friend to keep a nice good grip on her. Then he began unbuttoning her blouse. The crisp, white shirt was tucked into a dark gray skirt that fit her curves like a second skin. She started struggling after the second button and he looked up at her. "Miss Anderson... Calm yourself. Do we need to tie you down to the desk? I'm sure Blake could find something else to stick in your mouth to keep you quiet." His friend chuckled and ground his hips into her. She froze immediately and made an agreeable noise as he went back to the task at hand. He had it almost undone when he pulled up and untucked the material from the skirt. When he was finished he leaned back and admired the glorious tits he was always staring at. They were encased in a white satin and lace concoction that pushed them up and almost out of the cups. He spied the front clasp and wanted to throw a fist in the air. It was like she'd been planning this instead of them. He popped the clasp and watched as it burst open and her breasts bounced free of their material prison. They were large, pale, and topped with rosy nipples. Huge nipples that begged for him to wrap his lips around them. He leaned forward and did just that, drawing one heavy breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the tip until he felt it tighten. He released it with a pop and watched it jiggle back into place, the tip now wrinkled and scrunched from the air hitting the saliva-covered area. He did the same to the other one, bringing a hand up to the first one and tweaking it between his fingers roughly. She jerked and cried out behind Blake's hand. He heard his friend talking in her ear. "You like feeling him touching you, don't you Miss A? You like when he sucks those titties of yours? I bet he'd like to taste more of you. You want him to taste more, don't you? You want to be our slut, don't you, Miss Anderson?" She jerked in Blake's grip but his friend held her firm. Christian nipped at her skin and dropped down to his knees, licking a trail down her body as he went. She had a slightly rounded tummy, a real woman's body. Not one of the anorexic girls who felt like a skeleton when you fucked them. He fiddled with the zipper on her skirt, finally getting it down, and the material pooled at her feet. He stared, unable to do anything else. In front of him was a teenage boy's wet dream come to life. She had on thigh highs. Attached to the stockings were the fastenings to an angelic white garter belt. A matching pair of white, lace panties covered her pussy. Her shaved pussy. Bringing his hands up he traced over the tops of her thigh highs and then moved behind, bringing them up and cupping her ass. Nudging Blake backward some, he gripped her ass with both hands, pulling her so that he could rest his chin on her lacy mound, his palms holding tight to her cheeks. "A thong Miss Anderson? Naughty teacher... I think she wants this Blake, what about you?" "She looks professional until you get her in her panties. Then she looks the part of a whore. I don't know about Becky, but Lisa never wears sexy shit like this! I wou... OWW!" Christian looked up and saw Blake shake his hand. His teacher was glaring down at him. "Something you wanted to say Miss Anderson?" ~*~*~ "You boys want to have some fun? We're doing this my way then. Go over and stand by my desk." She watched Christian eye her with doubt, but he stood and walked, awkwardly, over to her desk. She turned, grabbed Blake's arm, and pushed him in the same direction. "You want a real woman... you've got to let her be in charge a little bit." Carly ran a million things through her head about how this was a bad idea, how she was going to lose her job, her license, her respect... and more if anyone found out about this. But Christian's mouth felt amazing, and the length pressing against her from behind was impressive. If she did this right, maybe they would last long enough to get her off once, maybe twice. She pulled her hair from the clip it had been in and it fell in waves halfway down her back. She gave it a little shake before looking at the two boys in front of her. Then she licked her lips and shrugged her shirt form her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with her skirt. Blake swallowed audibly and Christian just gaped at her. With a smile she dropped down to her knees and crawled over to them, swinging her ass with each movement. She stopped in front of them and raised both hands, keeping one on each of them, and sliding it up their leg until she could feel the bulges beneath both their jeans. She bit the inside of her cheek at the impressive packages each boy was hiding beneath the layer of denim. "Take off your shirts, please." They looked at one another but then whisked their t-shirts up and over their heads. "Very good... Pants. Down. Now." She laughed as they both stood up straight and shoved their pants to their knees. Christian automatically grabbed himself, holding his hard-on and fisting his length a few times. Blake on the other hand seemed a little unsure and his cock bobbed freely. She slid over in front of him, gobbling him up like a tasty dessert. "Ooooohhhhh fuck! Her mouth man... Oh, Miss Anderson, you're mouth feels so good!" She sucked on him a moment longer before releasing him with a pop and licking her lips. "Carly... call me Carly." "Hey, Carly, stop talking and come here and suck my dick." She turned and looked up at Christian. He had a smirk on his face, like he was waiting for her to deny him this pleasantry. She crawled over to him and got up on her knees, licking her lips in anticipation. He stepped forward so she could taste him and as she felt the velvety head push into her mouth, she took him by surprise and swallowed his entire length. "Oh god damn!" His exclamation made her smile, which was difficult with her mouth so full. She was licking him like an ice cream cone when she felt someone behind her. Blake slowly pulled her panties to the side and she felt his breath wash over her puffy lips. One finger bisected her pussy and she moaned around the cock in her mouth as she rubbed herself against his finger. "You're a bad girl, Miss Anderson. Bad girls should be punished," Blake said. She just had time to consider his words when his hand fell down over her ass cheek, making her flesh jiggle and her heart start beating triple time. Christian's hands tunneled through her hair and held her in place as he humped her face like only an eighteen year old would. She choked and drooled as his counterpart continued to dole out her punishment. His fingers traced the hand imprints he'd left and she moaned, sticking her ass out toward the fingers. There was a muffled curse and then she felt his tongue sliding between her folds and lapping up the juices that were practically dripping from the spanking he'd administered. He disappeared too quick for her to have a substantial orgasm and she let Christian's dick slip from her mouth and she looked back into Blake's face. "Please make me come," she begged as she wrapped her fingers over Christian's length and stroked him, jerking him off quickly and pouting, her lower lip pushing out a little more to toy with the young man's emotions. Blake groaned but she felt fingers grab her chin, turning her to look up into the other boy's eyes. "Tsk, tsk Carly. You shouldn't tease Blake like that. Didn't you learn from your last punishment? I think maybe I can find a different way to punish you this time. Turn around," he commanded. Carly licked her lips and dutifully spun around, smiling when she saw that Blake now had his shorts off. She was going to motion him over when Christian told her to drop back down on her hands. She winked at Blake and slid down, smooth and fluid, like a cat. She could feel Christian move behind her and the tip of his cock slid against her pussy. ~*~*~ "Ready for your punishment," Christian asked as he lined himself up. Carly made some noise that he took for agreement and he gripped her hips before ramming himself balls deep. She cried out and he clenched his teeth against the feeling of perfection that was now housing his cock. It was better than that fake pussy thing that he found in his parent's room. She was insanely tight, dripping wet, and moaning like a whore. He was in heaven. Glancing up at Blake, he threw his head in a 'come here' motion and rocked his hips a couple times. "Blake wants something from you, Carly." She grabbed at his friend's leg and growled, 'get on your knees,' before hurriedly swallowing Blake's entire cock. His buddy moaned and fucked at her mouth, forcing her backward and making her muscles clench around him. "Fucking hell! You are one tight, little bitch," he groaned. His body took on a mind of its own and tried to get a far as humanly possible into her depths, seeking something that he couldn't explain. But he wanted more of her, wanted to bury himself in her forever. A flash bulb went off in his brain and he hammered against her as he realized what he really wanted. "God, I wanna come inside you... I wanna fill you up baby! You want that, don't you? You want me to give you all my come... oh god you feel so good!" He heard her mumbling something around Blake's dick but whether it was agreement or not, he knew he was going to come soon. And he wasn't stopping until he was pressed against her ass and jets of come splashed against her pussy walls. Blake moaned that he was gonna come and so he double his efforts, slipping one hand down to toy with her clit. Her slippery folds parted and he tweaked the bundle of nerves that made her full mouth squeal. Blake's fingers held her head in place and he called out her name as he let loose his release down her throat. When he was done, Blake backed away and collapsed on the floor. Carly turned her head, and he smiled as she licked a few drops of semen from her lip before swallowing again. He pinched her button and she cried out. Then she spoke. "I want you on top of me. I want to look up at you when you explode inside me!" Pulling out with a pop, he waited two seconds for her to lay on her back and then he was pushing her legs apart as far as he could and slipping back inside. Pressing close, he began to fuck her again, screwing himself deep and hissing a breath out as her nails raked down his back. She was moaning his name over and over and he could feel his balls tighten up with his impending orgasm. It hit like a freight train and he covered her body, leaning down to whisper in her ear as the lightning bolt shot through him. "You're gonna be dripping with my come, Miss Anderson," he said before biting her neck and unleashing his load inside her. She screamed his name once more and her pussy rippled around him as she found her own release. He stayed like he was, sprawled on top of her, for a few minutes, until he could breathe normally. When he looked up, Blake was gone already. He said as much to the woman in his arms and she chuckled. Finally lifting himself, Christian almost felt sad that he was no longer between her thighs. He watched as his spunk spilled out between her splayed legs and he had the urge to pound her again. "Did you get what you wanted, Christian?" "I'd like another sample, Miss A," he said bravely. She smiled at him and ran one hand down her body until she could scoop their combined fluids on two fingers. Then she brought it up to her mouth and licked those fingers clean. "Well, maybe you should come over to my place. My shower is nice and big, and you look pretty dirty." Teaching the Teacher He had first seen her when he had taken his son to the new school. His teacher was young, fresh from college, and tall, with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, large firm breasts and a tight ass. It was at this point he decided he had to have her. Over the next few weeks he followed her, but not constantly, so as not to make her aware. He found out she had her own house out in the country, not too remote, but enough that it would be private. It was easy to get to the back of her house through a stand of trees. A few times, he had gone there late and managed to watch her in her bedroom; and once, he saw her naked. Her large firm breasts were perky and topped with large pink nipples, her long legs ended at a sweet-looking smooth pussy. His nine-inch, thick cock throbbed for her, but the time was not quite right. That night he had gone home and fucked his wife hard, making her come four times. He had to wait for his wife to go on her trip with their son to Virginia, where he would join them in a couple of weeks. This gave him the opportunity to put his plan into effect. Little did he know, just a couple days earlier his target had been laying on her bed after a shower, her hands wandering over her body, her nipples hardening as she teased them. Reaching into her bedside drawer, she pulled out her vibrator, switching it on and teasing it over her tingling clit. She thought of how long it had been since she had been fucked good. The last time was about 3 months before, and it hadn't been that good. Her mind wandered to her fantasy: being ravished in her own home by a stranger, taking her, ripping her clothes off, spreading her legs wide and thrusting a big hard cock deep into her tight pussy. She felt the pleasure building in her as she closed her eyes and pictured the event. Suddenly, a scream came from her as she thrust the vibrator into her pussy and let the rabbit ears tickle her clit. An orgasm washed over her body, making her tremble. After a couple of minutes, she removed the vibrator from her pussy, seeing it glistening with her juices. She felt sated for now, but her thoughts were still of what she needed. A few days later, the time had arrived; it was 8pm. He was already at her place waiting for her to come home, knowing that she was at a training seminar. The headlights of her car appeared as she pulled into the yard, and he watched her get out. She was dressed in a light summer dress which was buttoned down the front and tight across her breasts. She walked to the front door, and he ran to the side of the house. Her keys jingled as she opened the door, and he moved closer. She walked in and switched off the alarm. Just as the door was about to close, he pushed in, taking her by surprise. She screamed. His hand covered her mouth. "Shut up, you little slut." He whispered in her ear. He could feel her warm body trembling slightly as he pulled her close. She could feel his body pressing into her what seemed to be a thick bat between the cheeks of her ass. "If you don't scream or do anything stupid, and do as you are told we won't have any trouble," he whispered. She nodded her head in agreement. Letting her go, he said: "Turn around." She did as she was told, shaking slightly. He looked her up and down. "Dam, you're sexy as hell." She dropped her eyes as if not wanting to look at him, but she had seen something she couldn't believe. What had been pressing between her ass cheeks wasn't a bat, but it had been him. Oh my god, she thought, he can't fuck me with that, its huge! "Step closer," he ordered. She did as told. His hands grabbed between the buttons of her dress and pulled it apart, sending buttons everywhere. The dress fell open to expose her standing there in a white lacy half cup bra that left her nipples semi exposed, and a pair of white lacy see thru thong panties. He gasped as he looked at her. She looked even more beautiful in person, he thought. His already hard cock seemed to grow bigger and thicker. "Kneel," he commanded. She obeyed. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a nine-inch, thick throbbing cock with a bulbous head. She gasped when she saw it. "Take hold of it, I want to feel your tongue licking the head," he ordered. She reached out and barely got her hand around the shaft. She leaned forward and started to lick the bulbous head. He let out a soft moan as he felt her warm, silky tongue caress his cock, his hand going to the back of her head to hold her there. She swirled her tongue around his cock, her lips touching the head, her hand stroking the shaft. He looked down at her. "Good girl, now undo your bra, I want to see those beautiful tits in all their glory." She let go of his cock and unhooked the clasp between her tits. He pushed forward a little to let the head of his cock rest on her lips. The clasp came undone and her tits spilled free. "Damn," he said, "look at those beauties. Mmmm, bet they bounce when you are riding a cock." God, he was going to have to fuck her soon; his cock was throbbing, dying for release. "Stand up and sit in the chair," he told her, pointing to an oversized chair in the sitting room. She did as she was told. He walked over and grabbed her legs, pulling her forward till her ass was barely on the seat. He lifted her legs up and spread them wide. He looked down between her legs at the semi-transparent material barely covering her pussy. Reaching down, he grabbed it and with a quick tug, ripped it from her, lifting the panties to his face to smell her sweetness. Now she was fully exposed to him, her tight bald cunt bare for him to look at, which he did with a gleam in his eye. He moved closer, one hand holding one leg up, the other taking hold of his cock and directing it towards her pussy. He rubbed it up and down over her slit with slight pressure, letting it spread her lips apart. She felt it pressing against her. She wondered how it was going to fit, but also thinking of how it seemed that her fantasy was becoming a reality. His hand left his cock, leaving the head barely inside her pussy lips. He grabbed hold of her legs again and spread them even wider. Her eyes couldn't leave his cock as he suddenly rammed forward, burying himself deep inside her pussy. She let out a scream as she felt his cock thrust into her, stretching and filling her tight mound. He gasped as he sunk deep into her, feeling her tightness but also the silky inside and the wetness there. She looked down just as he grabbed her leg again and saw his cock just starting to invade her pussy. With a sudden thrust, he forced his thick, throbbing cock into her cunt. Her eyes went wide as she felt the head forcing her open, plowing its way in. She gasped: "Oh god!" as she felt it go in. Her pussy stretching to accept his huge cock. She bit her lip as he forced it all the way in, feeling his thickness and length in her mound. He started to fuck her, thrusting in and out, giving her the full length. Her pussy became wetter with each thrust, lubricating her tight hole. She knew this was going to be hard and fast fuck. With each pump, he forced the air from her body. As she gasped and moaned with each of his thrusts, she could feel her pussy getting wetter and her clit tingling. His balls slapped against her ass as he pounded her, his cock filling her tight pussy. He let go of her legs as he braced his hands against the back of the chair, continuing to thrust in and out. He felt her legs wrap around him. "Oh god," she whimpered. She could see his cock glistening with her juice's as he fucked her. She could feel the pleasure building in her body. "God, harder," she moaned. "Fuck me harder." He looked at her as he fucked her hard and fast, watching her skin get flushed, her tits bounced, nipples erect. He could feel his balls getting coated with her juices and hear the squelching sound as he rammed in and out. She kept looking down between their bodies, watching as his cock slid in her. Her eyes grew wide as his long, thick cock disappeared into her tight pussy. He loved her cunt. It was tight, and it felt like it was milking his cock. It was silky smooth, warm and now very juicy. "Oh god," he heard her moan. "I'm going to come." Her body stiffened as she let out a long scream. "Aaaaaaaaarggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He kept pounding in and out, hammering her mound, keeping her on an orgasm high. He fucked her as his balls tightened, ready to unleash his load of cum into her welcoming pussy. He lunged suddenly, burying himself deep inside her. His balls tightened, and with a gasp, he unloaded his thick cum inside her. She trembled as she felt him unload. He pulled back, breaking free from her legs. He stood over her and looked down. She looked disheveled, summer dress wide open, bra open, legs spread, pussy wet and cum oozing from it. "Damn," he said, "you are a horny little slut. Would never had guessed that you would like it so much." His cock twitched. She looked at him, panting, eyes slightly glazed. "Oh my god, I never knew it could be like that." From then on for the next week, he fucked her daily, a quick fuck when she got home, and later more slowly. But the times he liked the best were when he took her hard and fast, usually bent over the couch with her dress or skirt pushed over her hips and panties ripped off. Now when he goes to the school he looks at her in a different light.