Miss Darwin was really enjoying it. You could tell that from the frantic way she sucked, like it was an opium pipe she was dragging on, sending her off on pipe dreams of infinite, tingling pleasure.
"Suck it, Jane, suck that white prick… you love it, don't you? Ha, ha, you really dig it. We make a good pair, me and you. We ought to do this act on stage during the next school assembly. I'm sure everyone will be impressed."
"Mmmm," she laughed, gobbling away at me.
She had every inch of me inside her now. It was quite an anatomical trick, how she could keep from gagging on all that hard meat. Obviously, she had taken the time to perfect her technique.
I jerked my pelvis in and out at her. She ran her thick hands into my pants and cupped my balls. That felt very nice. She plucked on the hairs there and squeezed the balls together. I shivered and had to concentrate to keep from coming.
Up and down she moved, her tongue tickling me, her fingers fondling me, her mouth sucking all of me in, then letting me slip out again, up and down. I trembled all over with sweet, sweet pleasure. I arched my hips forward convulsively. Miss Darwin sucked in like a vacuum cleaner, and with each suck my prick got harder and throbbed more violently. Try as I might, there was a breaking point, and she quickly reached mine. I felt the come slithering up, boiling, rising higher and higher up from my balls until I gave into it, groaned loudly and swooned from the feelings of ecstasy that flowed through me.
"There it is, baby, suck it in, I'm coming!"
I exploded down her throat, and she swallowed all of it, her lips clasped tightly around the very base of my long, ejaculating organ, come squirting out in large doses.
"Ahhhhh!"
She continued to suck even after my load was spent. I ran my hands through her jet-black, tightly-knit hair, holding her close as my cock dribbled seed inside her wet mouth and slipped down her lips to her chin.
"Shit… beautiful, baby," I muttered. "You do that real well. What an athlete!"
She gradually let up oh me and I leaned back, taking several deep breaths, trying to get my lungs working again.
"So this is how you get your kicks, huh? " I laughed, a minute or two later.
She smiled sexily and winked at me, touching my wilted cock once again.
"Well, sugar, it gets me off sometimes, you know. When I’m in the right mood for it. I just stare out there at all that fresh white pussy and finger my own hot cunt."
"Do you ever go in there while they're dressing? I mean, for a real close look?"
"Oh sure. I go in there every now and then to tell them to hurry up or something, and I make sure to pat a few of the sexier ones on their bare fannies as I pass them."
"You're too much. This is some school. A real hot-bed of perversity. Everybody's got the hots for everybody else, or so it seems."
"Yeah, honey, that's for sure," she nodded. "Hey, it's a new period, you know. Don't you have a class to go to?"
"Yeah, I do, but I'd rather spend the time with you. At least, enough time to fuck you."
"Are you ready for it already?"
"You aren't the only one in shape, baby. You just hold on and I'll show you what I mean."
She smiled knowingly and stood up. With one muscular tug she pulled off her gray sweatshirt. She was wearing a white bra underneath. Her ebony breasts were huge, heaving up and down as she breathed.
"Unhook me," she said, turning her back to me.
I parted the clasp and the bra practically sprang off, it was stretched so tightly over those massive mammaries. I turned her around to face me and I gazed at these glorious tits. They were wide and full and tilting up, with round roseates as big as saucers and dark nipples that stuck out a good three inches or so. Just right for sucking.
"Kiss them," she said.
"At your service, baby…"
I leaned towards her and puckered my lips over the left nipple. I kissed it and sucked it in and bit down softly. She moaned slightly and ran her hand through my hair. I touched her other boob, squeezing the inflated balloon, the distended nipple staying firm against my warm palm. Both breasts were quite heavy, as I soon realized when I tried lifting them, but they were quite firm and not sagging at all.
"Let me get my pants off," Jane muttered, obviously a little breathless from my nipple-nibbling.
"Sure, Jane. let me help you."
Her sweatpants had no zipper or buttons, just a drawstring we pulled loose. And then we dragged the trousers down over her flexing, muscular thighs. It wasn't easy, for they were on quite tightly. I went down on my knees before her crotch and tugged the waistband of the pants with both my hands. I got them down to her knees and then it was easy. Miss Darwin was wearing plain white panties underneath. At the crotch was a lump nearly the size of a cock. But as we pulled down the panties, I was shown quite clearly that that lump was no cock, only a lusciously plump mound with a thick jungle of tangled black follicles.
I patted the pussy. I looked up at Miss Darwin and she was smiling down at me. I kissed her nice cunt curls and touched my tongue to them. They were tougher and sharper than I was used to, but certainly delightful, and the fragrance coming from her cunt was overwhelmingly sexy.
She stepped back and pulled her pants and underpants the rest of the way off and slipped off her sneakers. Now she was standing before me in total nudity and my cock, in reaction, was standing up straight and hard.
"It looks like you're ready to fuck me," she said. "You gonna stick that big thing someplace nice?"
"I'm ready and willing, baby," I answered, raising my hands to encircle her hard buttocks, drawing her against me so that my upraised member pressed into the wiry nether hairs. I tingled from the contact and the prick grew to its total length.
We went to the couch and I flung myself onto her, letting her grab my cock and shoot it into her open, waiting cunt, that dark, undulating orifice. I rammed inward, splitting the thick vaginal lips and shoving all of my hardened yard between the secreting walls of her pussy.
I quickly lifted back out and then slammed in again, pumping through all of that pussy meat and loving every second I was within her.
"Oooh yeah." she laughed. "That cock feels fine, honey, real good… fuck me, fuck me hard!" Her hips rose up and I came down, and my swelling balls smacked against her, painfully.
"Okay, baby," I breathed, "you want a fight, I'm going to give you one…"
I hunched up and pumped in at her with full force, sending my thick shaft even deeper into her hot channel, feeling the inner muscles of her vagina clawing and dragging on my poor prick. On and on I ground my pelvis in a rapid revolving motion against her, jabbing my prick into her churning center with harsh, rapid strokes, building the force of each sexual thrust till it looked like I was trying to skewer her.
But she loved it. "Yes, yes, yes," she cried. "Oh, sugar, pump that prick into me… make me come, make me… ohhhh! Shit, that feels so fucking good!"
She became frantic. She clasped her thighs so tightly and suddenly together that I thought she might just end up snapping my cock off. I dug my hands into her hips and tried my best to hold her still. But that was no easy job, for I was dealing with a veritable Amazon, in heat.
I drew my blood-red cock out all the way to the thick head, and looked down, staring with violent delight as the pink insides of her dark cunt sucked for me to stay in, exerting all the suction that was in those muscular cunt jaws to try and keep my rod far up her mighty hole. I watched her suffer and squirm and come in growling, trembling spasms.
"You like it, don't you, Miss Darwin? Huh? You love that ten inches of white cock up your cunt!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Stick it back in, baby, please, please! Now! All of it!"
I held myself poised in the air, twisting just the bulbous inflamed head of my penis inside her, taunting her with it, making her quaking cunt grab and suck at it.
She cried out for me to stick it back in all the way, that she was coming. I told her to beg for it, and she did. And then I dipped in halfway. She gasped and her cunt jaws made their maniacal grasp. I twisted around and around in tight circles and I let her have another three inches. Then I dragged out all the way to the head again. This made her cry out, wail, bite into her lip and shake all over.
"Don't,! Don't take it out!" she sobbed. "Please, honey, keep on fucking me, that's all!"
The pressure was mounting in my scrotum and my head was spinning, swimming from the wild glee of this wild screw session. Waves, great tidal waves of sparkling pleasure poured over me, covering me from head to toe.
The end was near, it was coming, and it would be memorable, of that I was certain.
I slammed my cock right into her, right to the base. Out, I pulled it, then in again, out, in, back and forth. I pumped back and forth at increasing speed, fucking her senseless. She cried, she wailed, she shook. Her cunt worked on my prick like two grasping hands, pulling on it, tightening its grip as I brought her again and again to the point of orgasm, made her insane with passion, The gym teacher began to toss her head from side to side in frenzied abandon, in total ecstasy, as she impaled herself on my fiery organ.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me?"
I bent close to her and fastened my mouth on hers. She slammed her fat tongue into my open mouth even while I was slamming my cock into her gushing honeypot. We kissed and our tongues fused, and moans of rapture bubbled up from deep down in her throat, moans of surrender.
She raised her legs back higher still, hoping to get my thick shaft even deeper inside that volcanic pit. She screamed and screamed in mindless bliss, pulling her mouth from mine and wagging her tongue at the ceiling, like a madwoman.
"Are you coming again, baby?" I taunted her.
She couldn't answer coherently if she wanted to. She only gurgled and wagged her head. I increased my pumping pace still further, deepening my thrusts and lengthening each visit, as the sexy gym teacher writhed nakedly beneath me, grinding up and down on my cock with incredible fury, her whole body twitching, her legs lurching widely apart and then swinging back to try and capture my cock forever within her.
"Take it, baby, take it all up that black funnel! Ohhhh! And get ready for my come…"
I pressed my hands behind her knees, pushing back till her knees crushed against her massive tits, and her passion-bloated face was framed in between. Her cunt was now higher and wider than ever, and I dug into the extra space with violent, swaying plunges, in and out.
Miss Darwin continued to groan madly, secreting warm gushes of sticky fluid all around my pistoning prick. I was rising to my point of release, ready to explode, ready to fill her depths with my boiling seed. She jerked around on the couch, loudly and wildly, the mouth of her cunt dragging at me feverishly. She was sighing and gasping, breathing deeply and hotly against my face.
"Come, come, come!" she shouted. "When are you going to come? I want it! Please, please, give it to me! Come in my cunt… in my fat, hot cunt!"
Burning spasms flamed through me. I told her I was about to come. I shook passionately. My balls erupted and my climax struck fully.
"Now, baby, now! Ohhhhh!" I screamed.
My juice spurted from my cock, shooting far and deep into the woman's quivering recesses. The flow continued, a gallon of heated come, or so it seemed, steaming, sticky fluid flowing, emptying into her.
"Gaaaaaa!" she cried at me, her belly quaking from the outpour, the heat that filled her. "Shit, yes, more, so much, ohhhh! That's the way, yes, yes!"
She raked her strong hands into my shoulders, holding me close, tight, intense, and she breathed at me in violent gasps, like she was breathing her last.
I kept pumping, in and out, keeping up our ecstasy for a solid minute or more. Then I slowed, slower and slower till I collapsed in her arms, those powerful, sinewy arms, sighing, closing my eyes tight.
It was quite a workout, even by the recent standards I had unconsciously been setting.
Minutes passed as we lay quietly oh the couch. Miss Darwin stroked me like a mother her child, caressing my ass and running her big hands through my hair.
"You are one sweet fucker, Mr. Eastman," she whispered, out of breath still. "Yes, you are…"
"You liked that, huh?"
"Yeah, I liked that."
"I'm glad to hear it. It would have been pretty bad if I had nearly killed myself and then found out you didn't enjoy my style."
"I enjoyed it just fine. Didn't you feel me coming?" she asked, Caressing my neck.
"Yeah, more than once as I recall."
"Oh, so many times, baby. You just made me come and come and come. I stopped counting after the third orgasm. At that point I just freaked out."
"Glad you enjoyed it."
"Yeah. But confidentially, don't you think you better get on your way to that class you're supposed to be teaching starting twenty minutes ago?"
I sat up and stretched my arms out. "Yeah, yeah, I guess you're right. I wish I could just sit here with you and wait for my cock to get hard again. But I guess I must go back into the real world now. Shit, I hope they haven't sent anybody looking for me. I'll have trouble explaining all of this."
I climbed over her and stood up. I got myself back together, putting my cock away and brushing my hair down. I leaned back and patted Jane Darwin on her thick bush. She opened her legs and gave me another glimpse of her fat gash.
"We're gonna get together again real soon, sugar, don't you forget that now."
"I'll remember it. Miss Darwin. Maybe we better make it under safer conditions next time, though."
"Any time, any place, honey," she said.
I winked at her, took a deep breath, then walked over to the door. I started to open the door then looked back at her.
"Will anybody be out there in the hall?"
"Shouldn't be," she said. "This is my free period… But I'll check it for you."
She picked up a blanket from one comer of the couch and draped it around her. Then she stepped past me and slowly opened the door. She peered out, then stepped into the hall.
"Okay, honey, coast is clear. Go through that door at the end of the corridor. It leads to the back parking lot. It'll be a lot easier for you to make an excuse if you're caught coming from there."
"Yeah, okay. So long," I said, and kissed her once more quickly on the lips.
I trotted for the rear door, waved to her, and went out. I crept along the wall so that no one could see me from the library windows that also faced the parking lot. I got around to my car, pretended to be looking for something, then returned to the school building.
I was, of course, quite late. The girls inside the room were making a racket, giggling and gabbing, throwing paper airplanes at one another.
I apologized profusely and told them to get their books out, and open to Chapter 26 of Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad.
"As you have read," I said, "the situation for our protagonist has changed drastically in the past few chapters. From his staid, normal position as seaman on an East Asian steamer, Jim has progressed to odd man out on a secluded island in the jungle ripe with tension and intrigue. The question we ask now, is, will the Rajah put Jim to death for challenging his monopoly? A very good question."
My first lunch in the school cafeteria was not a very pleasant surprise. They tell me the main course was creamed beef, but it tasted more like some kind of undercooked suede shoe.
My company at the lunch table was all a man could ask for, though. Miss Honeywell, as busty as ever, was on my left, and the promiscuous Linda Rounbottom, secretary extraordinaire, sat to my right, nibbling at a tiny ham sandwich she had brought from home, a smarter thing to do than try and consume the inedible blue plate special.
"You aren't eating, Mr. Eastman," Linda commented, swallowing the last bite of her meal. "No appetite, I guess."
She chuckled. “I quite understand… And what have you been up to since we last met? Any new conquests?" She looked around to be sure she wasn't being overheard. She was a rowdy girl but I guess she didn't really want to lose her job, if it came to that.
"Conquests?" I repeated. I sat back in my seat and wagged an eyebrow in the direction of Miss Honeywell, sitting nearby.
Linda whispered, "Her?"
I nodded.
"That's incredible! Anyone else?"
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you."
"Go on, try me. I'm fascinated." "Well, several, to tell you the truth. Like that one…" I gave a toss of my head in the direction of the gym teacher at the far end of the table.
"Really? My goodness, you have been a busy little devil since you've arrived, hm?"
"I can't keep them away from me."
"Yeah, that's what I told you would happen. But try and remember to leave an opening for me somewhere on your busy schedule, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
"I'll appreciate it, really I will."
"You're at the top of my appointments list," I laughed. "It says, Tuesday afternoon-fuck Linda." "What about Monday? All booked up?"
"Tired out," I said.
Miss Honeywell tapped me on the arm. I gave her a winning grin and asked what was the matter.
"Uh, I was wondering if we could meet for a conference some time after school today?"
"What would this conference concern. Miss Honeywell?" I asked, pretending not to have a clue about what was on her horny mind. This made her fluster nervously. She looked down at her lunch plate and whispered out of the corner other mouth, "It would be a… personal matter. I don't think we should discuss it at this time." "Can't you give me some hint as to the nature of this conference, Miss Honeywell?" "It has to do with some of the things we, uh, discussed last Saturday."
"Oh, a discussion," I beamed. "Fine. Good. Nothing I like better than a good discussion." "What time can I come over?"
"Better make it late in the evening. I've got a lot of homework to grade, you know. Yeah, better make it late, that will give me plenty of time to get into bed… so we can discuss."
She looked around nervously. Then she muttered a quick, "Very well," and returned to her meal.
Linda nudged me. "What was all of that about? Is she on the make for you again?"
I leaned towards her and whispered, "Yes. She wants to try sucking my cock after school."
The secretary started giggling. The giggle erupted as she started to take a drink of her punch and sprayed it all over the table. The other faculty members gave her an icy stare, which calmed her down considerably. "And did you agree to let her… suck your cock?" she asked when attention had turned away from her again.
"Sure," I said. "I'm a very charitable person. How could I refuse a request like that?"
"Yes, very noble of you sir."
"How's the boss been treating you lately?" "No complaints, I guess."
"Has he made any more attacks on the young student bodies? Or is that phase all over?"
"As far as I know it is."
Someone came up from behind me and tapped my shoulder. I looked around at Miss Jobert. She leaned over, letting the deep cleavage of her sexy boobs sway just below my nose. I was sorely tempted to stick my tongue in and lick at the plump flesh. That would have raised a few eyebrows at the lunch table.
"How are you, monsieur? Well, I hope." "Pretty well. A little tired lately. I can't understand why, although I have been exerting myself a little too much. That could be it," I said, winking at her.
"We were interrupted on our last encounter. That was very unfortunate, no? You must make it up to me." "I will, I promise."
"Yes, you had better. I went home, and I was still so passionate that I had to do certain things to release my passion. If I told you what, you would laugh."
"Tell me."
"No, no. Not now. But eet was not so much fun as having your big cock in me."
"Okay. We'll get together tomorrow."
"Very well. I see you then. Au revoir.” "Until then. Miss Jobert."
She moved away and I saw that we had been getting a lot of stares. I ignored them. Linda asked me to explain this latest whispered conversation. "Another conquest. She was just coming over to thank me and ask me to do it again."
"I don't think you'll get away from this school alive," she said, laughing heartily.
"Probably not," I said, and stood up, pushing my plate away from me, as far as possible. "And now if you'll excuse me, I've got some papers that still need correcting. I should have done them during my free period, but I was, uh, interrupted there, too. Anyway, I'll see you later. And, Miss Honeywell?"
"Yes?" said the science teacher.
"Enjoy your lunch. I'll see you later, as planned."
I left the cafeteria. Figuring I could best grade the book reports by having reference to the books themselves, I took a right turn in the hallway and headed for the library.
The door was shut but I figured that was merely to keep out the students, so I pushed it open. The bolt had been turned but not all the way, so that it slipped back when I pushed on the door. The door opened.
I quietly stepped into the library. I immediately heard a noise, a low moan and a gasp. I stopped where I was and looked over to the source of the noise. It was Miss Priml, seated behind her desk, The remains of her lunch were spread out before her on the desk, and she was now reading a book, grasping it tightly in one hand. It was the whereabouts of the other hand that was of interest to me. Her dress was pulled up over her thighs and she was slowly but definitely working her hand through the heat of her pussy, jerking herself off as she read some no doubt sexy passage. She moaned and sighed as the abrasions had their effect.
She didn't hear me when I came in. She was off on another world and couldn't hear anything.
I closed the door and silently slipped the bolt back across, locking us in together. I had an idea I would give the masturbating Miss Priml a wild surprise. I crouched down and waddled past the shelves and past the tables that lay between us. I crept up against the front desk just before her. The opening was low in front so I had to crawl to get under it. Her legs were now only a foot away from me and I got a good, lush view of her agitated, hairy cunt. It was big and wet and her hand was stroking it tenderly, the fingers deep inside the thick pink lips.
She had taken her girdle off and it was on the floor beside her chair. I had to cover my mouth tightly to keep from laughing at this spectacle.
"Ohhh, mmmm," she sighed above me.
I hung my tongue out and crawled between her widely splayed thighs, I waited until her hand was pressing against the very top of her cunt and then I forcefully mashed my lips into her vagina and lashed my tongue out like a molten probe, pushing deep, deep into her drooling center. "Ahhhhh!" she cried out; her thighs slamming together at once, convulsively.
Her hips lifted off the chairs as if she were trying to stand up, but she lost her balance and crashed back down on the seat, now with even more other hairy hole open to my invading, slavering tongue.
"Noooo! What's going on?" she gurgled.
I laughed, but pressed on, burying my face even deeper in her loins. The torrid smell of her cunt was fantastic, like the smell of some tropical jungle. I tongued her palpitating slit, my left hand moving up to her fleshy thigh and squeezing it between my fingers. She stopped her half-hearted cries of complaint and returned to the moaning and gasping, only now more intensely and loud enough to alert the whole school.
My probing tongue found the pulsating button of her red, ripe clitoris, and she screamed again when I took the tiny bud between my teeth and held it tightly. I pushed my tongue around and around it in tight circles.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned. "Yes, yes, suck it, suck my pussy! Oh God, that's good!" Hard and fast I swirled my tongue in and out of her clasping old cunt, around and around on the soft, pliable pink walls, those walls awash now in a sticky, delightful goo.
I dug my hands under her thigh and slipped it towards the left ass cheek. It was plump and flabby, and I squeezed it tight, stretching my middle finger towards the puckered hairy asshole and scratching my nail against it. She jerked and spasmed beneath my plummeting tongue. I pushed my middle finger into her anus and she contracted violently around it. Her legs were up on the sides of the desk, and she was fully accepting all of my advances.
Again and again I brought my tongue into steaming, wet contact with her big pussy, worming it up deep inside of her, lashing around at those sunken pools. She quivered and groaned and reached down to scratch at me. Her thighs opened up wide and admitted every last millimeter of my licking, jabbing, stirring wet dagger.
Very soon her dark furrow was drenched with my saliva, and her crotch began to shoot out its own liquid.
"Ahhhhh!" she screamed, and dropped that book she had been reading, the book that had been the source of her excitation before I came on the scene with my long, eager tongue to lick away her frustrations.
I licked arid licked till her writhing and screaming and kicking became explosive, truly violent. It was a wild ride my head was taking, trying to stay connected to those lovely librarian loins. I held my tongue in tight and straight, like a lance, and stabbed in deep, into the spewing wound, staying there, tightly and solidly against her inner depths till I had whipped the convulsions and was the victor, and she could only submit to my attack, moving when I made her, submitting to each oral caress and begging for the next.
"Oh, God, what are you doing to me," she sobbed. "Oh God, I'm… I'm coming… I'm going out of my mind!"
I rode her for another solid minute till my tongue began to go slack and was no longer a match for her. I slowed down my attack and gradually slid my tongue out, dragging it back over the matted black pubic hair and the soft, plump flesh of her thighs.
I moved away and leaned back against a side of the desk until d had caught my breath. Then, turning around, I crawled out from under the desk and stood up. I turned to face Miss Priml, grinning lewdly. I made a big show of licking off the sticky froth from her cunt that had lathered up around my lips. I smacked my lips and moaned appreciatively.
She stared at me, her eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe any of this was happening. She breathed deeply and held a hand up to her heart.
"Surprise," I said.
She narrowed her eyes angrily. "You… Mr. Eastman, you did this… you shouldn't have…how could you!"
"Oh come on, don't be like that. We both enjoyed it, Miss Priml, admit it." "No! Oh, my God, this is terrible… it's horrible, I shouldn't have let you do that to me… it was a mistake, such a mistake, and I feel so ashamed!"
"Hey, don't let it throw you, Miss Priml. Just pretend I was never here. Just pretend you're still reading your book and sticking your hand in your pussy."
She turned a bright red at this and covered her mouth. I guess she had forgotten what she was up to when I happened to come into the room.
"You had no right… no right to invade my privacy like that, Mr. Eastman! I…I…"
"Well then, next time you better make sure the door is completely locked before you start jerking off that horny little pussy out in the open."
"Oh God," she sobbed, still bright red with shame.
"You do have a fine tasting pussy. Miss Priml. You ought to let it get out more often, let it meet people."
"Oh God..,"
I went out of the library and closed the door behind me. The school bell rang, punctuating the end of this episode. I made my way to my next class, with the taste of cunt still in my mouth, in my nostrils… in the air.