Fantasy The Slut College Teacher by shanti2010-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Ummm, more, Adi darling! I love the way your mouth feels all over my tits!"

"I know. And I love sampling such delicious treats!" His tongue circled the tit. Then he staffed spiraling up the silky smooth cone to the crest of the other, He didn't miss a single patch of the soft skin. He left behind a trail of saliva which started drying and the coolness contrasted sharply with his hot, rough tongue.

And it was that difference which made her even hotter for him. The alternating sensations surging down into her chest made her feel more alive than ever before.

"Go on, Adi, fuck me! I love this sure but my cunt! I feel so fucking empty!"

"Soon, precious, be down there very soon now!" His fingers stoked along the lines of her ribs.

When his fingers dipped under the elastic band of her panties, she was ready for him and her hips lifted easily off the cold, black-topped counter. She wanted him to get her naked as fast as possible.

Only then could they get down to the real fucking.

"More, Adi darling! I love the way your hands move all over me!" "I just bet you do. God, I never saw such a foxy bitch in all my life. You're one in a million. And that gooey cunt of yours is a real mantrap. I bet it's all ready and waiting for me" He was hungry for the slut Shanti.

"For your cock!" she twitched saying so in her anal passage.

He laughed. -His fingers had found the hidden triangle of her pussy mound. Tracing along the fleecy edges, he came down to the already rigid sex lips. They were coated with her cunt juices. She was ready to fuck.

"Please, Adi, can we have some light? I want to be able to see you while we're fucking."

"But the light makes the sense of touch less intense. In the dark, you feel everything more strongly. There, isn't that good?"

She felt his middle finger dive deep into her cunt. Once inside her, he wiggled it around until she almost came. But it wasn't the same. She wanted to look him in the face, see the look of passion cross his fine features while they were fucking.

"Yes, but I want to seeeee!" -

He sighed and moved away. She started to protest when his finger slipped from its juicy berth. Then the safelight came on bathing her naked body in a funny orange light.

"God, you look like a dish of orange sherbet!" he exclaimed. Her tits rose and fell in the most delectable manner possible. He wanted to eat them, to lick them; to savor them for hours and hours. Nothing could be a finer treat.

Nothing but the ghostly, glowing area between her legs.

His attention shifted reluctantly from her boobs to her snatch. She was somehow able to make the inner pussy lips slip free of the outer labia. They were waving back and forth in the strange light in the most obscene and tantalizing manner he'd ever witnessed.

He felt his cock jump a little in anticipation of being kissed by those lewd cunt lips.

"Come to me, Adi! I want you! I want your sweet, long prick fucking me!" He heaved a great sigh now. The way his balls were churning and tumbling, he knew he wasn't going to be able to last too much longer. He was going to grant this sexy bitch her wish. He was going to fuck the living hell out of her.

He climbed up onto the cold counter and slipped between her wide-spread legs. Her thighs beckoned him, plump and fit. But it was more than her lovely legs he wanted now. His target was in sight. Moving forward, he was able to poke his prick into her juicy twat.

She shuddered at the first penetration. He didn't simply shove himself balls deep into her. He was more gentle than that. He was more knowledgeable about what turned a woman on.

The thick purpled head of his cock rubbed lasciviously against her inner pussy lips until she was hardly able to lie still on the counter. The slight friction was enough to drive her out of her head with lust. The woman hunched up in a vain attempt to ram his prick all the way up her aunt. But he was too quick for her. He was teasing her, tormenting her, making her so damned hot she would beg him for his cock.

"Please! Give it to me! Don't toy with me like this! You're driving me out of my skull. My cunt's burning up with desire!"

"You want more of this?" His hips slid forward a fraction of an inch. The entry into her aunt split her pussy lips and safely deposited the thick, bulbous end of his cock inside her cunt. She felt the throbbing fuck stick as if it were an entire percussion section of an orchestra. Each pulse sent ripples of delight throughout her body.

And she was greedy. She wanted more of his fine cock.

Another inch and she was reduced to sobs that wracked her body. She let her tits heave up and down. Each breath was like liquid fife in her lungs. Even her throat felt as if it were coated with sandpaper. Her entire body was as alive as a raw nerve in a tooth.

"All the way! Fuck me deep, damn you!"

He slipped another couple inches of cock into her seething, steamy hot cunt. Even this didn't satisfy her. She wanted it all. Her yearning cunt demanded nothing less than all out fucking.

Another couple inches and he was buried deep she felt his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass. Hips sliding from side to side, she was able to move all around the impaling spike of his prick. The way it jerked around in her tight sheath of pussy was almost more than she could bear.

This was living. This was being fucked by a real stud! 'Fuck me good. Oh, sweet Lord, ride me, ride me hard!" Her entire body was bathed in the orange light. As he looked down on her body, he felt strange sensations ripping through him. There was no mistaking the gripping tight twat around his swollen cock. That was something he'd felt often enough to enjoy to the maximum.

But the way her body looked was so odd. The rivers of sweat flowing down her curvaceous body glowed like molten gold. Her raven hair was changed into a tangle of the most erotic-colored hair he could imagine. And there was nothing in the worId he wanted more than to fuck her.

She felt his prick slide back an inch then another and another until only the thick head of his glands remained between her pussy lips. She sighed as the pressure inside her cunt went away as his cock slid free. He had been stretching her inner membrane to the breaking point.

He was so damned big! And her poor little cunt was so small! But she wasn't complaining. She knew more was on the way. Opening her lust-glazed eyes, she could see his face framed erotically by her twin mountains of tit. Raising her head a little more, she was able to look down the entire length of her body and see the ugly red cock slipping back into her cunt.

It was no longer red, however. The orange light overhead had changed it into something else. She had to laugh at the sight.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

"Your cock! It looks like a popsicle! An orange popsicle!"

"Does it feel that cold inside you?"

"Ummmm, oh, no! NO! It's hot and big and fills me up!" He began fucking her with short, rapid stokes designed to push her to the brink of orgasm. The friction rapidly burned away her cunt juices. The once slumbering embers of her lust began to smolder.

Then they burst into little fires nibbling away at her guts.

When he began fucking with longer, deeper strokes, the tiny fires burst into all-out blazes threatening to consume her body with lust.

She allowed her body to respond to his fucking. She lay back on the counter, limp and excited and completely aroused, and let him fuck her as he wished. She simply enjoyed the feelings assaulting her tender young body.

"I... I am on fire!" she moaned out. Her fingers gripped his upper arms. She felt the smooth flow of his muscles. He was so strong, so masterful. And he made love better than any man she'd ever fucked before.

She came.

The orange-colored world around her went away in a moment of confusion. Her mind was soaked with orgasm. She became the slave of the man's prick. All she could think about 'was getting more and more of his prick as deep up her cunt as she could.

Her fleshy hips rose and crammed down on his impaling spike of prick. She wanted still more. She wasn't satisfied with the power or the depth of his strokes.

She was thrashing about his cock like a fish on a hook. She was screaming and moaning and trying as hard as she could to get even more of his cock inside her convulsing cunt.

Then the climax died a little. She became even more aware of what he was doing to her. He had gone back to the short, rapid strokes designed to burn her cunt with erotic friction. His cockhead rubbed as sensuously as possible against her velvet-hung cunt walls.

He was pushing her right back up the pinnacle to another climax.

She couldn't keep her hand from reaching down to her cit. She began diddling herself. The rocket blast of desire shooting into her tensed body was enough to push her over the edge again. She came. And came. And came again. She felt like an erotic machine gun going off. It was great.

Still he fucked her. He seemed tireless. His hips moved like well-oiled pistons. She felt her body being wrung out like a dishrag. No man had ever before made her feel this way. She was usually able to outlast any man and his deflectable cock.

Not this man. Not this stud. He was wearing her out and she loved every second of it.

She lifted her ass and began grinding her bush down into his as soon as his cock drove all the way up her tunnel of clutching, hot cunt. She was filled to overflowing with his prick. He burned her and made her feel like a complete woman with every fucking stroke into her softly yielding body.

She came again.

"Oh, shit," she heard him moan between clenched teeth. "I can't hold on any longer!"

Her body exploded with a frenzy of effort as he fucked her even faster than before. She wanted the maximum turn-on from this before his prick blew out its creamy load of jismn.

"Faster, Adi, faster! Burn me up with passion! Your fucking cock, it's... oohhhh!" They came together. She felt the first surge of his pearly hot cum splatter into her cunt walls.

But they were already rippling and churning with her orgasm. She gripped with insane fury on his arms while he was still frantically fucking her cunt. They came together at the crotch with a lewd sucking noise.

Neither of them noticed it. They were too wrapped up in the fine feelings washing through their love-tossed bodies.

She looked up into the other teacher's ~weary face. He looked tired but she'd never seen him happier, either. He was sweating heavily, the rivers of salty tracks all over his body. She wanted to lick that sweat off, but she was too limp from the fucking to move.

That wasn't all that had gone limp. . His prick slipped from her still clutching cunt in one smooth~, liquid movement. Behind it came a tiny trickle of the man's jism. It puddled on the black-topped counter, looking weird and orange in the safelight of the darkroom.

"You were right, you know," he said. "That light adds a hell of a lot to the fucking. I've fucked Bengali and Assamese and once, a sweet young thing from Haryana in here. She was a transfer student." His eyes got soft and misty as he thought about it.

"But never have I fucked an orange lady!"

"I'm glad I was the first one!"

They both laughed their arms locked firmly around their slippery bodies for comfort after the hard fucking.