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A story told by a really sexy lady teacher in the
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HERE IS A STORY TOLD BY A REALLY SEXY LADY TEACHER IN THE FACULTY
LOUNGE;
Some of my friends think that when I am working at home
during the summer that life is dull and without excitement. Last
August they were proven wrong.
"He" knocked at my door, all long hair, blond and stringy,
with a shining smile. I thought at first that he was some
college student selling magazines, his young face radiated
eagerness and vitality. His smile was seductive, and I felt I
was about to be charmed out of anything he wanted.
My eyes tore away from his handsome face, lowered down his
torso to his tightly packed crotch, his jeans stretching and
straining to contain the massiveness of his captive meat. His
pants were worn thin across the obviously circumcised fullness
of his protruding cockhead.
He produced a flier from his backpack and held it between
his crotch and my eyes. He was soliciting for some charity and
I was willing to give more than he was asking for. I grabbed
the flier. His bulging basket came back into my view.
His thumbs hook themselves into the belt loops of his
jeans, his fingers pointing downward. The fingertips of his one
hand ran the length of his encased cock shaft, pulled the fabric
even tighter, and he noticed my gasp at the movement of firm rod
under the denim. His zipper flatened, and pulled up slightly to
hug large, round balls, one to each side of the seam between his
legs. I forced my eyes back to his face before I drolled on the
doorway. His smile flashed again as I invited him in. He
stepped through the door, closing it behind him.
He stopped talking and looked deeply into my eyes. He knew
I was hooked. His hands released the sanp at his waist, and
opened his zipper, slowly tauntingly. A thick mound of blond
hair gradually was revealed as it became evident he wore no
underwear. With the zipper fully open, I stared at the first
restrained base of his cock meeting the cloud of blond pubic
hair. Suddenly his hands dove beneath the denim around his
hips. His pants dropped down his legs and gathered around his
ankles. I nearly screamed out loud when he kicked his shorts
away and stood up straight to let me drink in his young body.
My knees went weak when he dangled his wonder rod before my
staring eyes. His balls hung free and low, heavy with the
unlimited pool of young scum. His thick meat flopped down
towards the floor, with its massive, mushroom shaped head
reaching beyong the bottom of his nuts. I drew in a long deep
breath as it extend and hardened more.
The flier fell from my hands as I dropped to my knees, my
arms reached out for him, and my fingers touched the soft hairs
of his thighs. My touch turned the switch on in him. He groaned
and his balls moved as his rod extended. It swelled steadily as
blood rushed in to prepare his man toy for me to eat. I watched
it grow and raised itself away from his body, and straighten
toward my parted lips.
His hands rested on his hips, with his crotch jutting
slightly foward like a fishing lure. I was willing to be his
trout. He could play any game he wanted as long as I got what
the fleshy balloon before my nose.
His cock turned colors getting a deeper red. The cockhead
was rosy and flared. I stared at the slit of his peeslit, and
knew that I would soon have it spread and spraying . I was a
magnificnet cock. As much as I liked looking at it, however, I
quickly covered it with my mouth.
The first taste was musky and salty. My lips closed onto
the ridge of his cock and held just the head against my tongue.
My tongue tip investigated the peeslit and it discharged the
first drops of his precum.
His hands locked to the back of my head and forced me
further along his shaft. I wanted to be in control but I didn't
resist. My throat opened for him, surounding his mushroom with
my tongue. My lips brushed his bush, and my nosed pushed into
his lower stomach, I smelled the sweaty masculine odors of a
real man's crotch. My eyes closed as I savored the taste and
smell of him.
He then drove, into my throat. His pace got more rapid,
jabbing, racing to a good cum. He hands held my head steady as
he cockily fucked my mouth. His balls slapped beneath my chin.
His abdomen slammed into my face. I held onto his ass to keep
from toppling over. My fingers curled into his crack and
gripped his fuzzy cheeks.
I couldn't belive the power behind his thrusts, with his
cock plowing down my throat in burst of frantic fucking. Sweat
trickled down his stomach, and his cock leaked a steady stream
of pre cum in my mouth.
I was taken by surprise when his hips stopped, his cock
still halfway down my throat. At first, I thought something was
wrong. I quickly learned that this was the quiet before the
storm. Short gasps and a gutteral roat escaped his lips, his
body shuddered and his thick cream found its way into my throat.
I tried to pull back, he held me firm. He forced me to
gulp his cum down my throat, as he body quaked with each violent
eruption. Only when the last of his semen trickled down my
throat did he ease up, and let his cock head with the remnants
of his cum rest on my tongue.
I sucked him still for all I was worth, and I pulled the
last thread of young man come out of his balls. His cum was
sweet, yet tangy, and I rolled it all around in my mouth as his
cock began to retreat. I wanted more but he freed his meat
before I had a second chance at completely draining his shaft.
Before I knew it, his pants were up, zipped, and snapped.
My mouth longed for more; my pussy demanded attention. The door
closed and he was gone.
I retired to my bed room and pulled out my dildo and
relived the moment over and over again. I never even got the
bastard's name.
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