| Straight: Serial Stories: Teacher: Teacher: Part I (5/6) |
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and laughed. ‘My, my, David – aren’t we a fucking disappointment,’ she rasped, then fell to her knees and sucked his flaccid member so hard her cheeks were drawn in. His burgeoning cock filled her mouth and her eyes opened wide with glee as she spat it out to size it up. Then she sucked harder, wanked him too. His breathing became very laboured as gobbets of cum spattered her face, dripped from her chin - I was hoping he’d last longer for his new bride in a couple of days’ time. She rubbed the thick cream gleefully into her dangling tits, making her dark nipples spring erect, then lay on her back on the cool grass. ‘Fuck me, somebody… one of you, all of you. I really don’t give a shit.’ Dave staggered away, collapsed in a heap, but no-one noticed. There was a pause and then, like dominoes, one toppled and the rest followed: Phil, a tall, smug, well-built lab technician unbuckled his belt, lowered his trousers. He took out his hardening tool and started to slowly masturbate, all the while sneering into Mrs Cheetham’s unreadable face. The others looked at him in disbelief, then at each other as smiles and then lust spread around the group. A few of them glanced nervously around then nodded at each other. A couple of murmurs fell onto the flagstoned path, followed by several pairs of trousers; old guys, young guys, tall and short, lean and fat… all exposed themselves and worked themselves to hardness. She looked up into the night sky, the stars eclipsed by an array of erections and pumping fists poised over her. A short, muscular bloke called Frank fell onto her, pulled her thong aside, penetrated her sopping cunt with ease and came within a minute. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in while reaching up and grabbing what hard flesh she could lay her hands on. Another took Frank’s place, a tall grey-haired guy I didn’t know, and he too was soon quivering and crying out. Steve, a young, fit bloke who worked along side me, dropped into a press-up position and entered her mouth. She gagged as he pushed down hard and nearly choked as he emptied his balls into her throat. I could tell, by their frenetic wrist actions, that two of the standing masturbators were getting close and they came almost simultaneously. One of them spouted like a fire hose, hitting the chap opposite with a thick rope of cream, the other dribbled lamely onto her tits and belly. She was writhing in ecstasy, lathering the cum into her body, her big, dark, frenzied eyes trying to take in the whole scene. In a brief moment of calm, Miss rose onto all fours. Eric from Accounts accepted her mute invitation and began fucking her from behind. His cock was the most impressive of the lot and it hurt her, but she seemed to thrive on it. The rest were spent, except for one, and he fucked her mouth then came hard into her face and long blonde hair. She panted like an animal as Eric gripped her slender waist and hammered into her. Guys were standing round looking dazed, rubbing their heads, rubbing their eyes, rubbing their glistening, shrivelling cocks. Eric pulled the thin, black string of her thong aside and smeared a handful of stray spunk into her arsehole. He withdrew from her cunt, worked his swollen tip into her anus and slid violently up there. She screamed as his balls slapped |
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Mixed feelings.........