Jeannette Delaney finally admitted to herself that she was an extreme romantic; after only having made love with Jules Frank once, she was already imagining being married to him, bearing his children, watching them grow old together. She knew that it was probably really foolish, that Jules didn't have any such thing in his mind but she couldn't help it, try as she may, her mind kept running around and around in circles and basically she realized that she was a one-man woman. Besides, Jules was such a fantastic lover, it was hard for her not to want to hold on to him, she could never imagine walking out of his door, not after the terrific fuck he had given her the previous evening.
She waited for him now, draped in a slinky old red silk velvet dress that she had inherited from her grandmother, one which was rather frumpy when her grandmother wore it but one which was extremely sexy on her now that she had altered it a little. She had had it in her closet for years and until today hadn't even thought to wear it or alter it, Jules however had been in her thoughts all day long and the idea of appearing slinky and sexy for him that evening occupied her mind most of the day.
She wanted to evoke him, to be the siren in his life and she wanted to make quite sure that he was a regular part of her existence, surely he wouldn't be able to resist her dressed this way!
She heard the doorbell ring and her heart quickened, running to the door she threw it open to be drawn up into his arms quickly and smothered with passionate kisses.
"Oh baby," he groaned, "I've been thinking about you all day long, I played a terrible game of soccer, I just couldn't get you out of my mind."
Jeannette laughed, delighted to hear that he was as much drawn to her as she was to him, it certainly made things easier, she couldn't bear the thought of not being able to make love with him.
"I've been thinking about you too," grinned Jeannette lewdly, feeling Jules' cock grinding into her near-naked body.
"Baby, let's fuck, I can't wait," Jules groaned, lifting the willing woman up off her feet and carrying her immediately into the bedroom.
Jeannette looked up at her lover from bed, feeling a great wave of tenderness well up within her as she gazed up at him, his broad shoulders, his craggy handsome face… and the beautiful penis she knew was buried beneath his pants, she loved all of him!
She wanted that penis. She wanted to kiss it – to pay homage to it. Never before had she desired the taste of one, but then never before had one brought her such sweet rapture.
"Darling I want you," she purred seductively, slipping her dress off her shoulders to reveal her tautly upthrust breasts, her ruby-red nipples springing to immediate hardness.
"Mmmmmmmm," groaned Jules drinking in her sensual beauty as he began to unbutton his shirt and then unzip his pants, pulling them off his body at the same time as he pulled his jockey shorts, revealing his hardened rod of flesh pulsating eagerly.
Jeannette stared now at Jules' cock. Oh God! It was so thickly rigid, she wanted it so badly and suddenly she knew what she really wanted more than anything else in the world, "Jules I want to kiss your penis," she moaned.
Jules' laugh rumbled out, "oh baby yes, YESSSSS," he shouted.
Slowly and seductively Jeannette reached up and touched the science master's cock, feeling every powerful ridge beneath the taut skin. Her eyes feasted hungrily upon it; she was beginning to understand many things. This, she thought, was the real staff of life. Her eyes were hazy – "smoky" – coming from the fires that were being kindled within her and the sight of the huge throbbing God's head already oozing love from the eye of the glans.
She licked her lips in anticipation, then cupped the lust-bloated sac of sperm, evaluating it. Her lips kissed the underside of the velvety moist head and Jules quivered like a powerful stallion at bay. Then her tongue lashed out, making circles around the entire head of the cock. Her own body reacted and she trembled with a suppressed power. Sighing with pleasure, she opened her mouth wide and accepted the strongly pulsing penis. She began to suck on it, gentle little milking motions that came from an instinctive knowledge older than time itself. She thrilled to the residual taste of Jules' cock like nothing had ever given her pleasure in her life before, feeling that somehow she were completing a circle of life as she took his hot, excitedly throbbing cock deep within the soft, wet folds of her cheeks.
Jules' hands dropped to Jeannette's wet hair and pulled her face even closer to him. She began running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his lust-hardened shaft and the sensations were causing great thunderheads to build up in his belly. "Suck it," he panted, "Suck it, Jeannette." He lifted his right leg and placed his knee on the pillow alongside her head. A second later, he was straddling her breasts and kneeling above her face. He began violently jerking his loins forward at her beautiful face intent in the motion of fucking.
Jeannette cupped his rock-hard buttocks in the palms of her hands. She liked him in this position; it gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was almost incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that vibrantly wonderful penis. She slavered up and down, instinct telling her to use her tongue and teeth against the spongy head.
Jules slowly moved his pelvis back and forth so that her wetly ovalled lips – like the voracious lips of a hot, hairless vagina – slid along the trunk. God, he thought in wonderment, nothing had ever felt this good before! She obviously was inexperienced in this type of thing, but the maddening heat of her tightly compressed mouth and the way she used her tongue was absolutely fantastic! He'd had blow jobs before from women; some of them had been masters at it, and with them he hadn't cared enough to want to know where they had learned the art or who had taught them. With them, the act had been a grotesque parody of sexual intercourse. With this innocent young teacher, though, it was something else – something of a greater dimension. He knew he was going to cum soon, already his boiling cauldron of semen was beginning to seek avenues of escape. He put both hands on his hips and straightened his shoulders so he could look straight down into her face as he sawed in and out of her mouth. Her wetly ovalled lips contrasted with the blood-infused fleshy shaft which pumped into her. Her hungry mouth was so tight around his cock that the flesh of her sucking lips were pulled out like the hot opening of a volcanic crater – each time he made a withdrawal.
Jeannette, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his saying, "Better stop, or I'm going to cum." She merely sucked harder. She wanted to taste his sperm; she wanted the boiling eruption in her mouth! Yet..? What would he think about her? Reluctantly, she unfastened her lips from around his desire-throbbing cock. When she looked up at him, Jules seemed twenty feet tall – staring down at her as though his head were somewhere near the ceiling. He was breathing rapidly, and she could see his stomach muscles quivering as he fought for control. She swallowed and forced herself to say, "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
Jules fought a battle within himself. Yes, he wanted to cum in that wonderful mouth, but… at the same time… he wanted to fuck her. Maybe, if she were willing later tonight, they'd get around to other ways. Right now, though, there was one thing he wanted more than any other.
"I want to fuck you," he said firmly. "Fuck your tight little cunt!"
"Oh, my darling… Yes! Then do it now…" Jeannette was amazed that the term of endearment was coming from her lips. She abruptly realized there was an unfulfilled feeling down in her heatedly pulsating vagina; that the feeling of hunger rapidly swept away all other desire. She wanted him inside her; she wanted him to be a part of her – and her to be a part of him. Joined in fucking. "Now… do it… now… Fuck me, Jules," she repeated, and opened her legs wide to receive him.
Jules put his hands beneath her knees and pushed them back until they were against the pillow. Her tight defenseless pussy was revealed beneath him; the outer lips a darker than normal color from her intense excitement, the inner lips pumping out a viscous lubricant, and the little glistening clitoris engorged with blood and ready… ready… ready…
Jules put the mushroomed head of his massively throbbing cock against the parted and ready lips of her moistened vagina. He pushed forward, and the beating head parted the sparse wet curls of pubic hair and slipped easily down through the two sets of tightly clasping cuntal lips.
"Oooooooohhhhh," she crooned, and her eyelids flickered in rapture.
"You like that?" he asked, not really needing assurance, but wanting to hear her say it.
"Oh God… yes… It's beautiful."
Jules pushed in a bit further; he knew he had to take this in easy stages for the position was one which would permit him to go at least two inches deeper into her. Too rapid an entry would result in pain or injury. When he had gotten about three inches inside her, he began slow withdrawal movements coupled with tiny, controlled jerking of his cock. He felt a responding twitch from her warmly surrounding vaginal walls.
"Ahhhhhhh…" she panted, and tried to rock back and forth on the hardened spear stuck up between her thighs.
Jeannette could feel his scrotum teasingly brush against her naked, uplifted buttocks, and she reached down and around to fondle his balls with a fevered joyousness. Jules began moving in and out, and she was sure she had taken all he had. She could feel the insistent head of his maledom pressing against the cervix, knocking at the door to her womb. The shaft – like hard iron and soft feather – rubbed the sensitive inside of her vagina.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh," she wailed, for now he was going deeper. "You're hurting…" she began, but then she felt his pubic hair tickling the backs of her thighs and knew that he was in as far as he could go. Joyously, she realized she had taken all of him; they were a perfect fit!
Now his movements became masterful; she could feel him in complete command of the situation, and so she lay there eagerly grinding her buttocks around in tiny teasing circles, as he pounded in and out of her quivering young body.
Her entire belly was afire as her mind screamed out its insane delight. Nothing had ever been so wonderful, so wild and free. She knew she had become a woman! She was really being fucked and she was responding as a woman – a hot, tempestuous woman, full of fire for the man she loved! She didn't even wonder about her use of the alien phrase "the man she loved".
Jules was aware that she was approaching another explosive orgasm. Her voluptuous body was fighting… him down there; it was as if he had hooked into a mighty game fish that was attempting to dislodge the hook. Her pelvis jerked and revolved madly, but there wasn't much she could do because of the position. It was then that Jules decided to hold back his own climax and see just how much he could do for her.
He clamped down on his sphincter muscles and began pounding into her with a demonic fury, screwing his long hard cock even harder and deeper into her wantonly writhing cunt until it seemed her battered cervix would be dislodged. Her hot passageways screamed for more, and the powerful interior muscles of her vagina clasped his pounding shaft like the tentacles of a starving octopus. Her anus clenched and unclenched as though it wanted to bite his sperm bloated balls as they slapped down in a ceaseless drumbeat of heavy lust against her upturned buttocks.
Jeannette tossed her head from side to side, her mouth laxly open and her eyes focused in disbelief at her own knees rocking above her head. "Ohhhhh… ohhhhh," she said, with each shove of his thickly pounding cock into her. It was a chant, a liturgy of love, a song whose tempo speeded up as she felt her body taking over. "Ohhhh… oooohhhh… oooohhhh… Ahhhh?"
Suddenly, Jeannette punched her pelvis up with almost super-human strength, and her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she was splitting herself right down the middle. The scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth. "I'm cumming… AaaaaaaIIIIIIIIeeeeeeee… Yes, cummmmmiiinnnnng darling!" She abandonedly grovelled beneath him, and her fingernails dug long bloody furrows down his back. Then she fell back lifeless on the mattress.
Jules slowed his pace to the point where he merely bobbed in and out of her like the soft surging of the tide. He knew he could bring her on again by continuing this gentle movement, and so he bided his time. A slow movement in, gentle partial withdrawal, slow in, pull out… slow in… pull out…
From somewhere way out beyond the furthermost planet of her emotional solar system, Jeannette's errant mind began returning to her body. The wild storm that had arced through the heavens of her nerves had moved on; now there was only the sensual, almost hypnotic movement in and out of her grateful vagina.
Jules was aware of the returning sensations in her young body. Knowing she would soon be cramped by her present position, he released her captive legs and pulled them down alongside her hips. She immediately lifted her knees and wrapped her long tapered legs around his thighs. Her knees pressed in tightly against and partially around his buttocks.
She was groaning – not a sound of pain, but of guttural wonderment – and the sound spewed from her throat. The sexually delirious teacher couldn't believe what was happening to her; she had reached some beautifully high, wind-swept plateau – a land of pure sensation! She was cumming again. She reached up for his head and pulled his face down to her. Passionately, she kissed him, grinding her tongue into his mouth… and then she whispered, "I'm cumming."
This time her climax was different – just as powerful and strong, but more controlled. She found she could manage it – bring it along – play it and make it peak like a musical piece. But, only seconds later, she discovered that in reality his hotly moving cock was the baton – that he was conducting the symphony of sensation – and she was only a player following directions.
"Oooooooh, God, ooooooooh, God! So wonderful so gooooooood!" she sang, feeling unwanted tears welling up in her eyes. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, and pulled his hairy chest down into the softly throbbing pillows of her ripe breasts. She discovered that pulling him down against her this way caused his penis to ride higher against her clitoris… and a wild wantoness was on her again… "I'm cumming… again…" she whimpered, and her body thrashed under him.
Jules knew that in spite of all his control he was nearing the end of his efforts. His balls had begun to throb painfully, and suppressed excitement had swollen his cock until it felt as though the opening in the head was large enough to take a pencil.
"I'm cumming…" she screamed for the second time in less than twenty seconds, and her body jerked and twisted as though she were in the throes of a huge, uncontrollable, religious seizure. Her face was contorted in lust, and her mouth opened and closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared like an untamed wildly bucking animal's.
It's time, Jules thought! He plunged up and up, deeper and deeper into the warmly clasping cuntal caverns beneath him. He let the sensations flow up his thickly pulsating column of flesh where they spread out through the scrotum and overflowed into his churning belly.
Jeannette's forehead, face, and shoulders glistened with the sheen of sweat. Her breasts felt as if they were balloons being pumped full of hot scented air, and her vagina and uterus felt as if they were being stuffed with electric eels, all throwing off electric charges… and wiggling up deeper, ever deeper, into her innermost femaledom. She knew instinctively that each preceding orgasm had been like a higher step on a high diving board, that she had reached the top, and now there was a swan dive to be made into the warm waters of oblivion. There was nothing that could stop her from making the dive, and Jules was suddenly fucking her like a mad man as he sought to join her downward flight.
"Cum with me, Jules… cum…" she pleaded. "Cum with me… cum in me…" She wanted him to make the dive with her; she was giving herself completely to him. No man had ever had this from her before! It was a gift! "Cum darling… my darling… please cum…!"
And Jules, hearing the words, felt the dam gates slowly opening with him. He slithered his hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly – pulling them toward him for greater access to her wide-open and pleading young cunt. He drove into her with all his strength – wanting to give her everything he had! He could feel the smooth, hotly clinging flesh of her cunt massaging and sucking at his jerking cock. He fucked into her hard, ramming every last inch into the hot willing hole down between her legs. A cry started within her, and at first it sounded like the low moan of the arctic winds blowing across the poles; the sound grew in intensity until it was the shriek of a typhoon levelling everything before it.
"Aaaiiieeeee… I'm cumming!" She screamed, and it was the cry of a hawk – an eagle-diving from great heights. Her smoky eyes stared, unseeing, at things beyond both of them. Her buttocks waved in wanton abandonment from side to side, screwing her wetly quivering cunt up and down on his pistoning cock.
Jeannette's wildly thrashing body triggered his own climax. He could feel the velvet explosion beginning somewhere around his spine. It spread rapidly to his balls. Jules increased the intensity of his strokes, feeling his scrotum swing like an iron wrecking ball against the trembling walls of her fleshy buttocks.
Then he was there! Its intensity frightened him for a moment. Then he let everything go. Her arms had him in a death-like grip, as he gasped into her open mouth. "I'm cumming…"
Her words were almost incomprehensible when she panted, "Cum in me… cum… dar-lee-nng."
Jules heard the whimpering moan from her and felt her knees flexing and unflexing powerfully back against his driving hips as she sought to assist him. With a low moan of ecstasy, he exploded inside her, and the white hot lava of his violently spewing cum erupted far up inside the pulsating depths of her womb.
His cock continued to spurt and throb for a long minute, then it gradually stilled. Deep inside her womb, he could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, the cervix returning to its normal position, and the vaginal lips twitching like the lips of a slowly dying fish.
Jules Frank sucked in his breath quietly, feeling the immense pleasure his fellow teacher had given him filling his whole body. He had fucked her on a bet but now he was in love with her, she captivated him, made him feel like he was the only man in the world for her, no other woman had ever given him this feeling of completeness within himself. He looked down now at her angelic face, surrounded by her soft brown curls, her darting green eyes covered by her eyelids and darling long-fringed lashes, her pert ruby red mouth relaxed in a smile as she obviously drifted within to the tune of her own ecstasy… but he had given her this joy and now suddenly he didn't want any of the other teachers to have her, oh God! He didn't want to share her after all!