Nick Eastwood
Hot horny teachers

CHAPTER ONE

The three teenage boys busily chatting in the hall fell silent as a beautiful woman strode by. She was tall, long-legged, with a fantastic figure, and her gleaming chestnut hair fell to her shoulders. She flashed the boys a smile, and they stared after her till she walked out the front door of the school. Then they all sighed.

"Wow, that Miss Lester is something else, isn't she?" one of the boys said.

"Tell me about it," another groaned. "Man, what I wouldn't give to make it with her."

"Forget it," the third boy said wistfully. "You know she's engaged to Mr. Grant."

Sharon Lester would have been flattered if she'd known about that conversation. She was fond of her students, and she hoped they liked and admired her. At twenty-five, she still considered her career as an English teacher the most important thing in her life. For a long time it had been the only thing in her life. But now there was something else that really mattered to her forth coming marriage to the high school science teacher and track coach, Bob Grant.

Sharon smiled as she thought about her incredibly attractive fiancee. Bob was thirty, successful, and had never been married before, and Sharon knew she was fantastically lucky to get him. She was choosy about her men, which was why she'd never gotten seriously involved with anybody before, but now she'd found the man of her dreams. Everything seemed to be coming together for her at last.

As she got in her car to drive home, she longed to be with Bob, but she wondered if she had time. She was due to leave that evening for a three-day teachers convention in Los Angeles, and she really ought to get right home, shower, and pack for her trip. As she passed Bob's house, she sighed. Her pussy felt so hot and swollen, and a nice hot fuck session with Bob was just what she needed. But she couldn't risk missing her flight, she decided, so she reluctantly drove on home.

Still, in the shower, she couldn't get her mind off Bob. They'd just gotten engaged a few days ago, and that was when they'd fucked for the first time. Sharon had been reliving the incident ever since. It had been a long time since she'd fucked a man, and she'd never had a better lover than Bob. She could hardly wait to repeat the experience. If only she didn't have this damned trip to make! But her fellow teachers had elected her to represent them at the convention, and they were counting on her. She'd just have to try and forget Bob for a few days.

That proved impossible to do. After her shower, Sharon wandered naked into her bedroom and lay down on the bed, feeling so horny she was almost moaning. Her hand wandered automatically to her hot moist pussy, and she began to rub herself there, just as she'd done on many lonely nights for the past ten years and more. Sharon had always liked to masturbate, and she saw nothing wrong with it. She'd been satisfying herself that way since she was very young. She sawed a stiff finger back and forth over her clit while she thought about her fiancee.

It had been last Sunday afternoon, as Bob brought her home from a picnic, that he'd proposed marriage and Sharon had eagerly accepted. He'd presented her with a diamond ring and a kids, and it was the kiss that got things started. He'd never kissed her quite like that before, snaking his hot tongue into her mouth and probing around, running his hands hungrily over her body. Sharon was no virgin, but it had been a long, long time since she'd been fucked, and as Bob began caressing her, she shivered with lust and felt her pussy goings steaming-hot and soaked with cream.

She knew in that moment that if Bob really came on to her she wouldn't resist him. She melted against him and kept her lips open and yielding, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue. Her cunt was leaking a steady and uncontrollable stream of juice that soaked right through her panties. She'd been so preoccupied with her career most of her adult life that she hadn't realized how starved she was for steady sex. Now she knew…

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, "uuummmmmmmmm."

Bob broke the kiss and said somewhat hoarsely, "Honey, if you're feeling like I'm feeling, then maybe we'd better go in the bedroom."

Sharon got up from the couch without a word, took his hand, and led the way down the hall to her bedroom. Up to now she and Bob had only held hands and kissed a few times. She'd been very cautious, because when she finally committed herself to a man she wanted to be sure he was the right guy. Now she knew that this was the man for her – and she could hardly wait to fuck him. Hot juice was seeping down her thighs as they entered the bedroom.

Bob took her by the shoulders and looked at her intently. "I want you to understand something," he said gravely. "We don't have to go all the way. If you want to wait till the wedding night, okay. It's up to you, Sharon."

"Bob, I love you for that," she smiled, "but we don't have to wait. I want you as much as you want me."

He broke into a big grin of relief, and Sharon could see why. The fly of his pants was enormously tented. He pulled her against him and gave her another steaming sensuous tongue-kiss, and she felt the rock-hard bulge of his cock against her mound. That nearly drove her crazy with lust. She'd almost forgotten how great it felt to have a man's stiff prick probing her cunt. She shivered with lust as Bob finally broke the kiss and carried her over to the bed.

"I've been thinking about this moment for six months," he leered.

"You naughty thing," Sharon grinned.

He laid her down and began undressing her as if she were a great big doll. That was how he'd always treated her, protectively and with respect, and that was one reason she loved him. She seethed with longing and kept eyeing the huge bulge at his crotch as he removed her sandals, jeans and shirt. He reached around her to unhook her bra, and she felt her nipples go rigid with arousal. He drew the bra off and stared hungrily at her melon-sized tits.

"Fantastic," he breathed.

Sharon felt outrageously turned on, lying there in just her bikini panties while her handsome fiancee ogled her big firm tits. He bent low, stuck out his tongue, and gave her nipples a few teasing passes. She gasped and creamed like crazy. Her red nipples stood up stiff, throbbing and gleaming with his hot spit. He grasped the waistband of her panties and began inching them down, and she could hardly keep from whimpering with need.

Bob slowly unveiled the glossy dark brown triangle of her bush, then whisked the panties down her long shapely legs and drew them off. Sharon deliberately parted her thighs a little to show him the moist red flesh of her pussy, and he gave a horny shyer. She was usually a reserved and controlled person, but today she felt like a wanton slut. She smiled invitingly at Bob as he stood beside the bed and ogled her voluptuous body.

Then he started taking off his clothes. It drove Sharon wild. He was the high school track coach, and he was in super condition, but she'd never seen him naked before, and she could hardly wait. She was hotly aroused by his broad, hair-matted chest and his hard muscled arms and legs. He had a nice flat belly and trim hips. But of course one part of body captured her interest more than any others. She was practically panting with eagerness as he peeled his jockey shorts down over his hard-on. It seemed to take forever, but at last he stepped out of his shorts.

Sharon stared with undisguised hunger at his wrist-thick cock. He was fantastically hung, much to her delight. His stiff prick was a good eight inches long, rigid with engorgement and bulging with blue veins. Glistening bubbles of juice were oozing from his piss hole, and his tautly swollen balls were thickly furred with dark coarse hairs. His cock was so stiff it didn't even quiver as he slid onto the bed and reached for Sharon.

She went into his arms without hesitation, hot juice spurting from her cunt and soaking her pussy and inner thighs. She wanted this man urgently, and she saw no point in denying it. She was far too horny to be coy or shy. She tried to recall how long it was since she'd been fucked, and decided it had been three years. Until now she hadn't really been aware of how badly she needed it. She was actually shaking with lust as Bob kissed and caressed her. "Scared?" he asked.

"No, just incredibly horny," Sharon laughed.

He leered at her, then kissed his way down from her full red lips to her big ripe tits. He covered the creamy-skinned melons with hot kisses and teasing stabs of his tongue, and then he licked his way to one of her rigid red nipples and caught it between his lips.

As he sucked it into the steam heat of his mouth, Sharon moaned and almost came. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, and as Bob began sucking on the tender buds, she felt hot stabs of pleasure. She lay on her back gurgling and moaning and creaming helplessly.

"Ohhhhh, yes, baby, yessssss," she hissed, "you're making me so damned hot."

Her words alone were enough to arouse Bob out of his mind. She'd never been like this before, never let herself go with him. The moment he'd met her, half a year ago, he'd known he wouldn't rest till he fucked her, but getting there hadn't been easy. She was gorgeous and bright, but her guard was up. It had taken him a long time to get even a goodnight kiss from her. But all the waiting had been worth it. Sharon was proving to be hot blooded and completely uninhibited, everything he'd hoped she'd be.

He sucked one nipple, then the other, and she was panting and quivering and telling him how much she liked it. She was everything he wanted his wife to be, beautiful and horny and smart – and open. She didn't try to hide her mounting lust as he hungrily sucked her big ripe tits. Finally her nipples were as stiff matte could get them, and he left them and began kissing and licking his way lower down her luscious silky-skinned body, till he was breathing into the soft fur of her bush.

She smelled deliciously of soap, cologne, and natural spicy female scent. He growled lustily as he pressed his face against her hot swollen mound. Sharon laced her fingers through his hair and whimpered with need. She opened her legs wide, and Bob quickly sank down between them and brought his face within an inch of her luscious-looking red pussy slit. He pushed her legs into a bent position, opening her pussy completely. He stabbed at her erect clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Ooooo, Bob, yesssss," she squealed.

It had been such a long time since a man had gone down on her she'd almost forgotten how fantastic it felt. And it soon became clear that Bob was an expert pussy-eater. He folded back the dark-furred lips of her pussy and lathered her swollen cunt with his hot spit. He tongued and probed everything he saw, the steaming folds of her pussy, the tiny mouth of her cunt, the throbbing button of her clit. He tongued even lower, teasing the little puckered mouth of her asshole.

"Ohhhhh, my God, Bob, I can't take much more of this," Sharon moaned, "you're getting me so excited, I can't stand it."

Bob's response was a lusty growl as he jammed his lips onto her hot little clit and began sucking her off. Sharon gave a piercing scream of intense pleasure and soaked his face with an instant flood of scorching pussy juice. His sucking lips gave her violent tremors of pleasure. Groaning, she greedily shoved her pussy hard against his face, forcing her clit all the way between his lips. She screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy, and in no time at all she was hovering on the brink of climax.

"Unnnhhhhh, shit, it's so good," she groaned. "You're gonna make me come, honey, don't stop."

For so long she'd masturbated every time she got horny, hardly giving it a thought. It was just an automatic response with her. She was a busy and ambitious young woman, she had a career to think of, and often she couldn't take the time to hunt up a suitable man when she needed sex. So she'd just use her own fingers, and then she could get on with her work. But now she realized that playing with herself hadn't truly satisfied her. There was a huge reservoir of lust inside her that only the right man could satisfy.

She knew Bob was that man. He was sucking her clit like he was starved for her tangy cream, gobbling up her juice as it poured fibs her hotly aroused cunt. He was giving her incredible pleasure, and she knew that afterwards she wouldn't be content to masturbate any more. Playing with herself just couldn't compare to the fantastic pleasure she was getting from her fiancee's darting tongue and sucking lips. In less than a minute she was coming like a bomb, her tall big-titted body convulsing hard.

"Unnnnggghhh, I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!" she howled.

Bob felt his face flooded with sizzling spurts of her juice, and her body was shaking so hard that he couldn't keep her clit between his lips. He rose to his knees and watched her coming, so turned on that he wanted, for a second, to grab his stiff cock and jack off all over her writhing, bucking body. Then he decided to save his hard-on for her sizzling little cunt. He'd been wanting to cram his cock into that hot little pussy for six months now, and at last it was going to happen!

"Ahhhh, I'm coming so good," Sharon moaned.

Bob didn't think he'd ever seen anything so arousing as this beautiful tall young woman climaxing. She was out of control, her dark hair flying, her big ripe tits bouncing and jiggling. There was a thick river of pearly come cream flooding from her cunt. She couldn't possibly fake that hot flooding or the violent spasms of release that wracked her body. At last she went still and opened her big blue eyes. They focused right on his belly-hugging hard on.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, licking her lips and reaching for his cock.

"Jesus," Bob gasped.

Sharon fisted the thick hairy base of his cock, sat halfway up, and stuck out her tongue. She began licking up all the juice that oozed from his piss hole. The wet juicy meat felt fantastic on the sensitive head of his prick, and he barely kept from shooting his load all over her face. Snorting with excitement, he watched her stiff little tongue tip darting all over the big purple bulb of flesh. She gobbled up every drop of his cream and greedily ate it. "Mmmmmm," she panted, "mmmmmmm."

Bob couldn't believe his luck. Every man and boy in their small town wanted to fuck this woman, but only he was lucky enough to get her into bed and see the lusty female she'd kept hidden. He gritted his teeth and struggled not to come as he watched her tongue darting all over the sensitive head of his cock. But he knew he couldn't hold out much longer, and after a few more seconds he gently eased her onto her back with her legs bent and wide open.

"Honey, I can't wait any longer," he said hoarsely. "I have to fuck you now."

Sharon grinned and held out her arms. He groaned and sank down on her, his thick, coarse chest hairs enveloping her stiff nipples. She felt the big hard head of his cock skidding over the slick flesh of her pussy and sinking into the flooded little mouth of her cunt, and she gave a greedy jerk of her hips, impaling herself on that fleshy knob. She creamed all over the head of his cock as it spread her delicate cunt lips and filled the opening of her hungry pussy.

"Yessss, fuck meeeee," she hissed.

Bob growled and plowed into her, too aroused to be gentle. Luckily Sharon was up for it. She arched her body to take his hard driving cock, and she screamed in ecstasy as she felt her long-starved cunt crammed full of the hard throbbing prick meat. He shoved his cock to her womb, and she drenched it with sizzling juice. She clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders and whimpering with excitement.

"Ohhhhh, baby, that's good," she panted, "your big cock feels so good in me."

"Your hot little pussy feels good, too," Bob leered.

Her cunt was fantastic – tight and hot and slick with juice. He shoved his hands under her churning ass and began to fuck her in steady rough rhythm, plowing to her cunt – with each hungry thrust of his cock. She matched his rhythm with her jerking hips, working her juice-filled pussy up and down the steel-stiff shaft of his cock. She was everything he'd hoped her to be, lusty and uninhibited, a woman who loved to fuck and didn't mind showing it.

"Unnnhhhhh, Bob, it's so damned good," she whimpered. "Fuck me forever, baby, don't ever stop."

Bob wished it could be that way, but he knew they were both too turned on to last. Soon they were going at each other like rutting animals, growling and snarling and slamming their bodies together to get red-hot friction between cock and cunt. Sharon was the first to go into orbit, screaming in ecstasy as a violent orgasm blasted her body. But Bob was right behind her, howling with bliss as he flooded her womb with molten jizz.

"Unnnhhhh, I'm coming, whhaaahhhhh!" Sharon wailed.

"Ahhhhh, fuck, shit, aaaggghhhh!" Bob bellowed.

It had been a marvelous fuck, Sharon reflected now, as she lay on her bed playing with herself and re-living every second of the experience. And she'd been right – masturbating just didn't do it for her any more. If she hurried over to Bob's place right now, they could fuck before she had to catch her flight. She leaped to hex feet, threw on some clothes, grabbed her suitcase, and ran out of the house. In minutes she was pulling up in front of her fiancee's house.

She was so dizzy with lust, she almost stumbled as she hurried up the front walk. Thank goodness Bob's car was in the driveway. She'd have gone crazy with frustration if he hadn't been home. She just wouldn't rest till she felt his big hard prick plowing in her lust-inflamed cunt. Without bothering to knock, she flung open the front door and barged inside. Then she stopped short and gasped.

Bob was home, all right, but he wasn't alone. He was standing with his back to her, and he had his arm around a girl. His arm was around her trim waist, and she was leaning her head on his shoulder. She was a very pretty girl, slender, young, with long honey-blonde hair. She was just raising her head and starting to give Bob a kiss on the cheek when Sharon burst into the room. Bob and the girl whirled and stared at the unexpected intruder.

"Oh, my God," Sharon gasped.

In that split second her whole world came crashing down. Bob had won her, he'd gotten through the barriers that no other man had penetrated – and now this! It looked as if all along he'd had another girl on the side. Bursting into tears, Sharon angrily wrenched off her engagement ring and threw it at his feet. She hurried for the door, stumbling, almost blinded with her tears of rage and humiliation.

"Sharon, honey, wait," Bob called after her. "You don't understand."

"Oh, I understand, all right," she spat, "and the engagement is off. I don't ever want to speak to you again."

Bob kept calling after her as she raced down the walk, but she didn't listen. She jumped into her car and drove to the airport, trying to calm down and sort out her feelings. She still had to attend that teachers convention and write up a report about it. She owed that to her fellow teachers. With half an hour left before her flight, she ducked into the airport bar and ordered a double martini. That helped a little in calming her down.

But nothing could take away her bitterness about what she'd seen, about what Bob had done to her. And to add to her trouble, she was still achingly horny. Bob had awakened a lot of powerful needs and instincts which she'd kept buried. Now those needs had to be satisfied, but how? She no longer had a man.

"Oh, my God," Sharon sighed. "What am I going to do?"