"The horny teacher" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ross Carl)

CHAPTER SEVEN

It seemed that the more fucking Marlene got, the more she wanted. But she had to think fast when it looked suddenly as though her hot cunt might get her fired from her teaching job.

Brian Collins, the kid who had seemed so shy, was spreading the word all over school that be had fucked Miss Ramsey. Finally, the rumor got back to Mr. Bascomb, the principal. He called Marlene into his office and confronted her with the report.

"Is it true, Miss Ramsey?" he asked sternly. "Did you, in fact, have sexual intercourse with a student?"

Marlene could see her whole career going down the tubes right there. She had to think fast. She depended on her instincts and had the feeling that – behind that self-righteous facade – Henry Bascomb was still just a man, with a cock and balls, and all the lustful thoughts that most men had when they were in the presence of a good-looking, ready-to-fuck woman.

She had nothing to lose, so she decided to play her hunch all the way. She was sitting in a straight-backed wooden chair in front of his desk, and Mr. Bascomb was standing behind his desk.

Marlene crossed her legs slowly, pulling one up so high that he could see into her crotch clearly. She left her skirt hiked up far above her knees as she began to answer him. He was staring at her legs, just as she had suspected he would.

The principal wasn't that old, and he still had a full head of dark wavy hair. His eyes were big and round and brown. He was built well, Marlene thought. In fact, he wasn't that bad-looking. It was just that he was so straight-laced and stuffy.

She wondered what it would be like to suck him off. It was crazy, she thought, how she couldn't help undressing every man she met in her mind. Right now, of course, it was probably the only way she could save her job. If she could get Mr. Bascomb hot enough to let her open his fly, he couldn't very well fire her for fucking Brian Collins.

"Really, Mr. Bascomb," Marlene replied to the principal's question about whether she'd fucked Brian Collins. "Do you really think I'd be interested in a young boy? I think I have everything I need to get an older man, don't you?"

She crossed her shapely legs the other way and left no doubt in his mind that she was ready, willing and able to give him a good, hard fucking.

By this time it was obvious that he was getting hot under the collar, and hard between the legs! His prick was straining hard, pushing his pants out and forming a huge bulge in his crotch. Little beads of sweat stood out on his forehead, and he was getting that flushed, flustered look.

He stared right at her bare legs and could see all the way up into her crotch. He couldn't take his eyes off her luscious cunt which was covered with her scanty little bikinis. But wispy little cunthairs peeked out around the edges and made him wish he was shoving his hard cock right into Miss Ramsey's delicious-looking cunt.

"And besides," Marlene went on, "only big, hard men really turn me on. I wouldn't know what to do with a young boy. I like older men, who have experience and big, satisfying bodies."

"Hhrrrump! Yes. Well, I see," Mr. Bascomb said, stammering and trying to regain his composure. He half-turned away from her, but she caught him shifting his hard cock and balls, trying to give them more room.

"But this is a very serious charge, Miss Ramsey," he went on. "I must see to it that no fuck… I mean, sexual relations are permitted between teachers and students. We must confine our teaching to… uh, er… more conventional instruction… I mean… oh, goodness, I don't know what I mean…"

Marlene saw that the chance she was waiting for was at hand. He was so flustered and mixed-up, so excited by looking at her legs and thinking about fucking her that he couldn't even think straight.

She jumped up quickly and locked the door to the office. His secretary, Harriet Johns, was right outside, and Marlene couldn't take a chance on her walking in without warning.

Then she walked across the office to Mr. Bascomb and slowly, sensuously, wound her arms around his neck. She rubbed her crotch firmly but slowly back and forth across his bulging loins.

"Oh, my God," he murmured, his eyes wide, his mouth open. He braced himself against the windowsill, and Marlene's hand went slowly down to his hard cock and rubbed the hot, hard lump sticking out so far in his crotch.

He was breathing hard, not saying anything, too excited to move.

"No, Mr. Bascomb, I don't want young kids," Marlene purred, her voice low end velvety, her eyes half-closed, a sly grin playing at the corners of her mouth. Her head was bent forward slightly. She was giving her best sex kitten performance – and it was working!

"The only thing I need is a real man's hard, throbbing cock. A really hard cock… like yours is right now, Mr. Bascomb."

"Oh, God, you're driving me mad!" he wailed.

"How would you like me to take this beautiful hard cock of yours right out of your pants and give him a nice, warm bath with my tongue? Would you like that, Mr. Bascomb? We really shouldn't keep him all locked up, should we! Not when it's so apparent that he's crying to get out."

She kept on rubbing her body against him seductively, fondling his cock with her hand, sliding her fingers down over his balls, until he was half out of his mind with passion and desire.

Then suddenly he could take no more. He lunged at her, ripping her blouse open as he grabbed at her tits. With his other hand he reached up under her skirt in a flash, grabbing at her bikinis, trying to get a finger inside of her hot cunt.

Marlene jumped back, frightened at first. But she realized she had him right where she wanted him. "Please, Mr. Bascomb, calm down!" she cried. "There's no need to lose our heads. Just calm down and get those clothes off, and I'll give you everything you need. I'll suck you and I'll fuck you and I'll kiss that big, beautiful cock of yours until eighth period, when I have to go on hall duty."

He didn't even answer her. He just started ripping off his clothes – his tie, shoes, socks, vest, shirt and undershirt all went flying in every direction. Then she reached for him and made him let her unzip his fly. She let his pants drop to reveal a pair of baggy, Navy-style boxer shorts. His hard-on – big and hard and red as a beet – was sticking right through the fly.

Henry Bascomb was built like a horse. He had a huge cock, and Marlene could see right away that she was going to have her hands – and her cunt! – full, giving him a fucking. But she really couldn't wait to get started.

She unsnapped his shorts and let them fall to the floor. "Oh, Mr. Bascomb! What a magnificent prick!" she exclaimed. "I can't wait to feel your huge cock fucking my little wet pussy nice and deep and hard!"

He reached out to grab her tits again, but Marlene ducked just in time to avoid having him tear her blouse even more. Then she quickly got undressed herself.

When she was down to just her bra and pants, she beckoned to him to help. Like a wild animal, the hot and frenzied Mr. Bascomb leaped onto her and yanked her pants off. He fumbled feverishly with her bra snap and finally broke it, pulling her bra off in one animal-like gesture.

He immediately fell to his knees and started lapping at Marlene's soft, furry pussy. His tongue was hot and wet, and he lapped her whole crotch with a furious, ravenous anxiety. His tongue was everywhere at once, getting Marlene hot almost from the very first flick.

"Oh, Mr. Bascomb," she sighed. "You are sooo good! You make me feel so hot!" She stroked his head and hugged it to her fevered cunt.

He licked her even harder, flicking his tongue up over her cuntlips, then parting them and shoving it right up into her cunt.

"Uunghhh! Ohh that's good!" she cried as she felt hot flashes of pleasure streak up through her loins.

She was a little surprised, but really delighted at the way this was all turning out. She had deliberately tried to seduce Mr. Bascomb to save her job, thinking he'd be a really bum fuck. But she could already see that he was going to be a real hot stud.

"C'mon," he said, getting up. "Let's go over on the couch."

He had a big, soft leather couch along one wall of his office. Marlene went to it and stretched out full-length on it. He guided her ass right up onto the arm at one end, with her legs hanging over the end. It put her ass up in the air beautifully… at the exact height of his cock as he stood on the floor on the other side of the couch arm.

She put a pillow under her back for support, then spread her legs wide for him. He was panting so hotly, eager to shove that hard, throbbing cock of his into her waiting cunt.

He reached down immediately after she got settled and ran his fingers over her cunt, shoving his third finger deep into that steaming, hot pink hole.

Then he rubbed it over her clit, and she felt sharp, delicious ripples of pleasure roll up through her body.

"Ohhh, Mr. Bascomb, that's wonderful," she sighed. "Keep rubbing my clit. I love that!"

"I'm going to give you a lot more than that, you sexy little cunt," he rasped, his face red and sweaty. "And, for Christ's sake, call me Henry, not Mr. Bascomb."

"Okay, Henry, but don't make me wait any more," she pleaded. "I want to feel that hot cock of yours jamming way inside my cunt. Give it to me, baby, right now!"

He watched her pull her knees up almost to her tits, and wide apart as he took his cock in one hand and pressed it against her hot cunt. Rolling his prick, in a tight little circle, he wedged it between her wet cuntlips. She felt his big cockhead slip inside wetly.

"Here I come, baby," he said hoarsely, then shoved with his hips and sent his wide, heavy hard-on riding deep into her hot, dribbling cunt. She was so wet already with her own cuntjuice that Henry made a loud slurping noise as he sent his hot cock careening into her pussy.

Marlene gasped loudly and whimpered with delight as he began his frenzied pumping, driving that hard, thick cock of his deep into her cunt. He was forceful, almost ravenous, as he went at her, pumping his prick like a madman bent on ravishing her soft, sweet young cunt.

She really had a beautiful cunt, no doubt about that, with long, shapely legs, a pair of big, soft tits, and a desire to fuck that went beyond anything else she'd ever done.

Secretly, Henry Bascomb had wanted to run his hot cock into her willing, wet cunt ever since he first laid eyes on her. But he had to maintain his dignity, and he'd thought the chance would never come.

Now that it had, he intended to fuck the living hell right out of her luscious cunt – then take whatever else she had to offer or that he could think of that might please his hungry sexual appetite.