She got her hands on his cock and gave it a squeeze through his pants. God! It seemed to go on forever down his leg, and it was as hard as a crowbar, but thicker, much thicker! She cupped his big nuts in her hand, feeling them trapped in his pants as she pulled his belt open. He had the balls of a bull, packed with sperm, and she was eager to find out if he could fuck like a bull, too. She got his pants down to his knees, and his huge fucker jumped out.
Mary Frances was impressed! His cock was about as thick as her wrist and seemed a foot long! The head was uncovered, flaring out and deep red. Her fingernails stroked the thick blood vessels that squirmed under the surface of the skin of his cock like snakes as she tried to get it out of his jockey shorts.
He was absolutely unable to help her. The touch of her fingers on his prong was just too much. He was too wound up, too ready to go. She gripped his shaft, her fingers barely able to go all the way around its massive size. She was feverishly struggling to force it back under the band of his underwear so she could free it for herself. It was far too hard to bend, but her efforts, yanking and tugging on it were wildly exciting for him. His eyes rolled back some in his head, and his ass jerked forward in jogging, fucking motions, and he began to shoot off.
She felt like she had a hose broken loose in her hands. She felt the surges of his sperm pumping through his cum tube under her fingers. A white fountain of gushing cum spurted out of the wide silt at the tip of his cock head and blasted into the air. The first gush of his cream caught her right across her lips and hung like white, pearly ropes. She held onto the thing as the jets continued to spew out.
When he regained a little of his senses, he began to babble apologies. 'Oh, Jesus! I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself it felt so good, your hands touching my cock. I was so hot. I'm sorry I got your clothes all messed up.'
She was still dazzled by his display of power. She had never seen a man shoot off like that before. So much jism! Such powerful spurts. And it was still hard and throbbing in her hands despite the slimy strands of cum dripping from its head!
'It's all right,' she gasped. 'Don't worry about my clothes. You're still hard. Can you?'
He felt her hands sliding up and down his joint in his thick cum and realized that she only wondered if he was good for more than one shot. He giggled stupidly.
'Oh, yeah, that don't count for nothing. Just clearing out the tubes you know. Now we can really get down to it!'
She was still fumbling at his dork, trying to get it out of his underwear. He brushed her hands aside and ripped his shorts off, releasing his cock.
'Lets fuck!' he said and reached for her tits. They felt as good to his hands as they had looked, so firm and high and full. She thrust her breasts forward for him to handle while she released her pinned up hair. It swept down over his hands like soft, dark waves, brushing over his wrists. His hands were fumbling at the buttons of her cum-spotted blouse, but they were too many and too small. She didn't mind at all when his thick, powerful fingers gave up and ripped the thin garment down the middle and released her breasts to his touch. She slid off the desk and stood up to offer her dark nipples to his lips while she tugged her skirt and panties off.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth, his teeth digging at the white skin of her tit. She shuddered in delight and ran her hands up under his shirt to feel the hairy skin covering the big muscles of his chest. He pulled her toward him, and she ground her hairy pussy on his legs and felt her clit throbbing against him. She swayed with dizziness at the thrills that ran through her body.
They separated as if at an unspoken command and stripped the rest of their clothing.
He was the stud she was looking for. He put his big hands on the soft flesh of her thighs and spread them wide open. He was amazed and delighted at the size of her clit. It stuck up out of her pussy like a little red thumb, twitching with desire for his lips. Her cunt hair was full and soft around the scarlet lips of her gash. She was dripping with hot cunt cream, clean and wet and hungry for him. He took one last lingering look and lowered his head into her honey pot.
Jesus! Did he love to lick out a creamy cunt like that! Her cunt juice was so tangy and musky with pure sex! It filled his nostrils and tingled on his tongue as he sent it lapping into the folds of her pussy. He darted his tongue into her hole, feeling the hot juices flooding out onto it, and then lapped it up over her hard clit. She moaned and tugged at his hair with her fingers, forcing his head down harder into her box. Her clit was throbbing as his tongue licked over the sensitive nubbin. She sucked in her breath and felt the first flash of orgasm burn over her body like fire.
It was one of those teasing orgasms of intense pleasure that shook her whole body like an earth tremor, but left her hotter than before. She stuck her tongue out and lashed it across her full lips as she thrust her cunt up to his face and ground her pulsing pussy across his lips and nose and tongue. She was delighted when his tongue whipped down into her hole and lapped up her juices and washed them over her clit.
She could have gone on like that all afternoon from one orgasm to the next, but she could tell from the way he was gasping and snuffling in her cunt that he needed to get off again, himself. Just one more, she thought, and held his head even tighter. She twitched her hips rapidly on the desktop so that her cunt snapped back and forth across the tip of his nose while his tongue was whipping around inside her cunt. She let out a piercing whine of pleasure as she came off again. Now she was ready for fucking!
She reluctantly let go of his head so that she could go from one pleasure to the next. He straightened up and brought his cock up to her cunt. The head of his prick seemed as broad as a doorknob and as hot as a blowtorch as he positioned it at the lips of her hole. He really had to push to get it into her box, but she began to push her ass up at him and twist it around in circles and his cock plowed its way in deep. He hit bottom finally, every inch of his dork crammed into her cunt. He felt the mouth of her womb jammed against the bead of his cock as he forced it up into her belly and lowered his lips onto her nipples.
He couldn't have fucked with the short, snappy strokes of a boy if he wanted to. It took him some time to pull that much shaft out of her cunt and send it slamming back into her with all of his weight behind it. He was fucking as fast and as hard as he could, but each stroke seemed to be drawn out forever for her pleasure.
She clamped down tight on him as he backed out at her box and forced her cunt down onto his steaming spoke, then popped her ass up at him as he slammed his fucker back into her. She felt another one of those teasing orgasms rushing out over her body, but this time she seemed to hold at the very peak of her climax.
She felt him swell up until she thought he was going to split her open, then the hard jerking pulses of his prick as his cum jetted into her. Her clit was buried in his cock hair, his belly hard on top of it and rolling it against him as he drove himself to the very utmost into her cunt. She screamed and burst into tears and moans as her whole body exploded like a bomb. He drove his cock deep into her cunt and gushed his jizz out in a load that was even bigger than his first one. She felt it spurting into her and running out of her cunt and down over his balls and her asshole in creamy waves. This guy could really fuck!
After a pleasant afternoon of breaking in her new gym teacher, Miss Ferguson showed him around her school. It was a small and select place, but it had everything that money could buy – a gymnasium, classroom building, and the main building which housed the dormitories, administration offices, kitchen and commons room. This building was U-shaped with one wing for the girls' rooms and one for the boys. In the middle was the commons room and kitchen on one floor and Miss Ferguson's offices and private rooms on the second floor. Mary Frances showed Kris her bedroom and the sitting room with the big fireplace, but she didn't show him the special room that opened up behind her desk in her office. That was a special place, and she didn't let anyone in there.
School had not started yet, and there were only a few of the students around. The rest of them would be showing up the next week.
At dinner that night, Miss Ferguson noticed the way that Kristopoulos was looking at the few girls that were there. She couldn't believe it, but the big fucker was showing definite signs of getting horny again! She counted on her fingers the number of times that she had seen or felt him shoot off that very afternoon. She had to continue her count on her toes. She was pleased that he seemed to be insatiable, but she didn't want him to get the idea that he could try the same stunts that had gotten him fired from his last job. She called him back into her office after the meal.
His eyes lit up when she told him to come into her private room, but she splashed a little cold water on his ardor right away.
'No, Kris, I'm not in the mood for any more fucking right at the moment. I need to speak with you about the students before you get off on the wrong foot. I'm going to lay it right out on the line so that there will be no grounds for you to say that you didn't understand what I meant. If you cross that line, I will not only fire you, I'll
