Tom Allison

The teacher_s incest urge

CHAPTER ONE

"The size of the tits she's got on her!" Rich groaned. The tall, handsome teenager smiled and squirmed around on the bed. "You ever seen a set of jugs like that? I swear, that bitch must have the biggest knockers in the whole fucking county!"

Rich's girlfriend Angela said nothing. She was much too drunk for conversation. Resides, she was preoccupied with Rich's big stiff cock.

The two teenagers were in Angela's bedroom in her parents' house. Both of them had gone to a PTA meeting and wouldn't be home for several hours.

Angela had a jar of Vaseline open next to the bed. As Rich continued to mutter, she rhythmically stroked his aching prick with the thick, gloppy stuff, rolling her fist up the bloated shaft to the spongy head, and smiling when drops of cream oozed from his cum slit.

Rich's dick was as hard as a rock, and Angela knew it wasn't because of her handjob. He was talking about Mrs. Betty Talmadge, an English teacher at Cranbrook High School. Cranbrook was one of the worst schools in the state. It was filled with wayward youths, and Rich was as wayward as a youth could get.

Mrs. Talmadge was thirty-seven years old, but she was the most stacked teacher at the school, and Rich was practically in love with her. Angela was even a little worried about him. Whenever they fucked these days, he couldn't seem to think about anything except his secret love, Betty.

"I wonder what her nipples look like." Rich took a short drag off a smoldering Pall Mall and patted Angela's wrist, a signal for her to increase the intensity of her dick stroking. "I'll bet she's got a set of big fat red ones. You know what I mean? With really thick tits. Oh, Jesus, would I love to suck on her fucking tits!"

Angela flushed with jealousy. Rich's preoccupation with Mrs. Talmadge was beginning to annoy her. Angela thought she had a nice body of her own. Her tits weren't exactly huge, but she had a slender, willowy figure, and all the guys said she had the nicest blonde hair and the cutest face in the school.

She had to distract him. Leaning forward, Angela wrapped her fist tightly around the base of Rich's throbbing cock and dropped her free hand between his thighs.

His balls were hairy and full, swollen with their hot load of cum. Angela tickled his nuts gently and lowered her mouth to his purplish, twitching knob. Tenderly, she licked a wet circle around his drooling cum slit, letting her teeth bite teasingly into the spongy, sensitive pink flesh of the head.

"The way those huge jugs bounce all the time," Rich continued dreamily, apparently oblivious to Angela's hands and mouth working on his cock. "She ain't a fancy dresser. It's just that her tits are so big no bra can hold them in! I wonder what size cup she wears – 40? 42? – at least! Double-D cup. Oh, God."

Desperate with jealousy, Angela opened her mouth as wide as she could. Her nipples tingled painfully with stiffness, and her hair fringed little pussy was unbearably wet and hot. She had to do something to get Rich to fuck her!

Angela wrapped her pouting ripe lips around the thick shaft of Rich's cock. Immediately, she began sucking his dick very hard, hollowing her cheeks to increase the suction of her throat.

"The way those boobs bounce!" Rich moaned. "They jiggle like crazy every time she fucking moves! Sometimes I think her whole blouse is going to explode. Last week I even had to run to the can to jack off after her class."

Angela sucked harder, gulping and slurping, her throat muscles working hungrily around the burning shaft of her boyfriend's hard-on. She squeezed the Vaseline-slicked base of his prick and again began to beat his meat, wetly stroking and tugging his dick into her sucking mouth.

Rich sighed and dug his hands into Angela's long blonde hair. His hairy, naked hips began to buck up off the bed, fucking his long cock down her throat. For a moment Angela thought she had succeeded in winning his attentions, but then [missing text].

"You ever seen her legs?" Rich asked. "They're just as good as her tits are! All long and white and slender. Oh, fuck, sometimes I think they just won't quit! She never wears mini-skirts to school. She's so fucking straight. Once I saw her dress ride up to her ass cheeks, and I nearly blew my wad in my Goddamn jeans."

"I love your cock, Rich," whispered, hoping that a little romantic dialogue might help. "Oh, God, it's so big and hard! I love sucking it so much. You've got the best tasting dick I've ever sucked in my life."

"That ass!" Rich groaned. "Thirty-seven years old, and she's got the tightest, juiciest little set of ass cheeks I ever saw! Just like a fucking peach. Her ass jiggles too. Shit, every part of her body jiggles! From head to toe. Jiggle machine. Christ do I want to fuck her, I want to fuck her cunt so bad!"

Angela took a deep breath and pushed her face down over Rich's pulsing cock. It was time to try the last trick she knew. If she really tried, Angela could usually deep-throat a guy, taking all of his cock down her throat.

It was hard, though. Angela's cheeks flushed with the wanton desire of her cock sucking. Gulping sounds burbled out of her throat as she sucked Rich's dick down her throat. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and wrapped her lips inward so she wouldn't bruise the flesh of his beautiful tool with her teeth.

Then she had all of his cock in her mouth, until her nose pressed into the short curly hairs at the root of his dick. Angela breathed through her nostrils and sucked furiously, laying her tongue all around the cum-swollen shaft of his prick.

"And I got an appointment with her," Rich sighed, smiling gratefully at the ceiling. "Tomorrow afternoon. An after school appointment." He chuckled. "I guess I was bad again. I ought to be bad more often. Mrs. Talmadge wants to discuss my 'attitude' with me. Christ!"

Slurping noisily, Angela pulled her sucking lips up Rich's blue-veined dick. For a moment she paused at his spongy prick head, sucking it, licking it, biting it gently. Then she pushed her head all the way back down, taking all of his cock down her throat.

"I'm going to fuck her," Rich sighed. "I don't know how, yet, but I know that I just got to fuck her! If I don't get my meat into that sweet little cunt of hers, I'm going to have a case of blue balls that will not fucking quit!"

Angela began to bob her head smoothly up and down, shamelessly fucking her face over the length of her boyfriend's cock. Both of her hands toyed with his balls, tickling the sac, rolling the twin globes around on her fingers.

Sucking Rich's cock had made Angela so horny that her pussy was actually throbbing, and her juice-coated clit was as stiff as it could be. Angela wanted Rich to fuck her on his own, but if he didn't, she was willing to get on top and do all the humping herself. One way or the other, she couldn't wait much longer.

"I'll bet she's got the tightest, sweetest little cunt," Rich sighed. "She's got that short hair. Maybe her pussy hair is short too. I know she's got a really tight one. I just know it! I'll bet when I fuck her, her cunt sucks all over my dick! Jesus, I just hope I don't start cuming the second I get my prick inside her!"

Angela couldn't stand it any more. Her pussy was so wet that she could feel her fuck juices squishing between her thighs.

Moving swiftly, Angela released Rich's throbbing hard-on from her mouth and climbed up on top of him, straddling him so that her knees dug into the mattress to either side of his waist. Whimpering, she reached down and held his prick in position with her hand. Then she slowly lowered herself, fitting the spongy cock head between the pouting pink lips of her dripping cunt.

"Unggghhh," Angela murmured. Quickly, she felt the thickness of Rich's prick boring into her pussy, her cunt walls separating around the invading shaft of his cock. Angela took in a deep breath and eagerly began to hump her ass, forcing Rich's dick to slide all the way up her sucking cunt tunnel.

"I want to fuck her so baaad," Rich sighed. He shut his eyes and placed his hands loosely on Angela's lithe, girlish hips, as if he was pretending that she was Mrs. Talmadge. "I just know she'll be a really juicy fuck. I'll bet she's like a wild woman once she gets going. I can just see it – oh, Christ – those legs wrapped around my back, humping her ass up into my prick! Ahhh, God!"

"Fuck me, Richie!" Angela whined. With all of his dick throbbing inside of her pussy, she feverishly began to buck her little ass up and down, fucking her cunt over his cum oozing prick. "Awwww, yes! My pussy's so hot! Fuck me haaaarrd!"

Rich smiled secretly to himself and dug his fingers into the rounded white cheeks of Angela's ass. Smoothly, he ground his hips off of the bed, ramming his stiff, slippery dick into the buttery wetness of her fuck hole.

"Harder, Richie! Fuck me hard!" Angela cried. She clawed at his chest and humped her ass as fast as she could, like a bitch-dog in heat. "Fuck my cunt, Richie! Fuck my cunt! Unhhh, yes, make me cum!"

"Betty," Rich whispered. His eyes were tightly shut; Angela could sense the incredible burning stiffness of his cock, twitching and jerking in her pussy. "Oh, Christ, Mrs. Talmadge! Oh, Betty! Ohhh!"

"Squeeze my titties!" Angela demanded. She grabbed Rich's hands and pulled them up to her jiggling breasts, wrapping his fingers around the firm but small, milk-white globes. "Pinch my nipples, now! Awww, yes! Fuck me hard! I'm gonna cum! I'm so close, Richie, fuck meee!"

"Betty," Rich muttered. He pulled at Angela's nipples and thrust his hips up off the bed stabbing his aching prick into the enveloping wetness of her pussy. His dick was as hard as it could possibly get; Angela knew he was close to cumming too.

Suddenly Angela felt a burning, exquisite heat blooming in her pussy. Quickly, the heat spread through her entire body, tingling in her nipples and cunt, making her pussy lips suck tightly around Rich's cock.

"Cumming, Richie!" she shrieked. Feverishly, she bucked and humped on top of him, fucking her cunt as hard as she could. "Unggghhh, yes! Aww, God, yes! Fuck me! Cuummiinng!"

"Unh, Betty!" Rich grunted. "Unh, fuck… ahhh!"

Gushers of jism exploded from the fat purplish knob of Rich's cock. It was the biggest cum he'd ever had with Angela, more than her pussy could possibly take.

Again and again the hot white cream squirted from his slit, spurting violently into her cunt. Angela lowered her head and watched in shamelessly entranced fascination as the jism bubbled out of her fuck hole, running in a wet stream down her spread thighs, dripping luridly onto the cum-stained sheets.

"Oh, yes! Wonderful, Betty!" Rich whispered. "You're such a fantastic fuck! Mmmm!"

Angela giggled and shook her head. She wasn't really jealous, at least not seriously. He'd had a crush on Mrs. Talmadge for months now, and tomorrow he had his first private appointment with her. If she'd been in the same position, Angela knew she would have been horny too.

Particularly, Angela thought with a resigned sigh, if the woman in question was as stacked as Betty Talmadge!

CHAPTER TWO

The bedroom was white, gamely furnished and immaculately clean, as if it belonged to a nun. A double bed was centered on the black shag rug, the headboard against the pale plaster wall. Over the headboard was a framed photograph of Walter Talmadge, Betty's late husband, with her son Phil and daughter Sally.

A light fuckered on, illuminating the room. Betty Talmadge walked unsteadily to her bed, dragging a man behind her.

Betty was extremely drunk. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bloodshot, her breathing erratic. The man she pulled into the room was as drink as she. His name was Bill Grannan. He was a handsome executive in his late thirties – Betty's age – a childhood friend. Tonight Betty was determined to get Bill, to fuck her.

A year had passed since Walter's death, and Betty hadn't gotten laid once since then. For the past three months, she'd been so horny she could hardly see straight. Masturbating, once a rare, shameful indulgence, had become a regular habit. For three weeks now, Betty had been finger-fucking her aching, oozing pussy at least three times a day.

When Bill had called to say that he was in town, taking him to the bar had been an irresistible impulse. Both of her teenage children were out for the night; what harm could it possibly do? At the bar they'd talked over old times, had more than a few highballs, and gotten completely sloshed.

Now Betty's dress was wrinkled, and the shoulder strap had come off, exposing several plump white inches of her huge left tit. When Bill had tentatively placed his hand on her thigh in the bar, she'd brought him home as fast as she could.

"Take off your clothes," Betty muttered.

She lurched in Bill's direction and made a vague effort to unbutton his shirt. "I want you naked… on my bed. I'm going to fuck you."

"Trying, for Christ's sake," Bill mumbled, tearing his shin. "Got a hard-on like a fucking rock!"

Betty glanced eagerly at the crotch of Bill's pants. The swollen, throbbing lump she saw there made her nipples stiffen under her expensive dress, and the fabric of her panties moistened with her flowing fuck juices.

Bill had a long, thick prick. She could tell how big his dick was just by seeing it beat in his pants. If she'd known what a nice rod he had, she would have fucked him in college, Walter or no Walter!

Betty kicked off her high-heeled shoes and started to struggle with her dress. A minute later it was lying in a heap next to the bed, leaving her clad in only her bikini panties and lacy white bra.

"Jee-sus!" Bill gasped. His eyes widened with mingled lust and surprise; he stared transfixedly at the mouth-watering voluptuousness of Betty's body. "Goddamn, Betty! I never knew you were built like this! Jesus fucking Christ!"

"You know now," Betty replied simply. She reached behind her neck, undid the clasp of her bra and let it flutter to the floor. Her enormous breasts jiggled and wobbled across her delicate rib cage, the big red nipples stiff with her desire.

"Like my tits, Bill?" she asked salaciously. She cupped them and padded barefoot to him across the carpet. "Are they as nice as you hoped they'd be? God only knows, you used to look down my blouse often enough in college!"

Bill shook his head dreamily, his hairy, naked chest heaving with lust, his big cock pulsing in his pants. Betty fell to her knees before him. Hungrily, she wrapped her hands around the throbbing lump of his hard-on.

"Now I get to see if you're nice, too," she purred hotly, squeezing and kneading his burning prick. "I'll bet you didn't know how much I used to stare at the bulge of your prick in college, did you? We were all supposed to be such nice girls in college."

Bill was too entranced with the size of her tits to say anything. In one fluid motion, Betty pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees, exposing the blood-swollen length of his prick.

Betty gasped. Bill's dick was even bigger than she'd hoped, with a set of tight hairy balls and a plum-colored, cum-dripping knob. Whimpering, she wrapped her hands around it and squeezed it, sighing as she felt the hot pink flesh pulse against her palms.

"Oh, God, Bill, it's so beautiful," she whispered. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've seen a man's prick. You're a married, so you couldn't know. It's been so long and hard on me since Walter died. Oh Bill, I have to suck it! I want to suck your cunt so much!"

Bill stared drunkenly down at her and dug his hands into her short black hair. Betty parted her lips and took his thick spongy prick head into her mouth. Her tongue rolled around the shiny, sensitive flesh of the knob; she clasped her lips tightly around the blue veined shaft.

Betty was very proud of her ability to give a blow job. It was one of her late Walter's favorite ways to shoot his crew, and Betty had eventually realized that she liked having a man's prick in her mouth as much as Walter enjoyed her sucking on it.

A cock was so big and thick and good, like a candy bar made out of skin. Betty loved the way jism tasted when it squirted out of the knob and down her throat. Sometimes she told herself that the best thing about being thirty-seven was the fact that she could improve her prick-sucking technique indefinitely.

And it had been a whole year since she'd sucked on one. The saliva collected rapidly in Betty's mouth as her lips clasped around Bill's stiffened meat. Teasingly, she darted her tongue over the cum slit, making his cock twitch as it rested between her teeth.

"Unh, fuck," Bill muttered. He shut his eyes and twisted his fingers in her thick black hair. "Oh, Christ, is that good! Suck it, Betty! You give fantastic head!"

Betty sucked hard, bobbing her head up and down, fucking her mouth with the cum-oozing length of his hard-on. Her hands tightened around the length of his big cock. She jerked him off with both hands, smoothly kneading his delicious prick with her throat.

"I'm gonna cum!" Bill said suddenly. "Oh, shit, I can't take this! You better stop sucking it!"

Betty couldn't believe that Bill was ready to cum so soon after she'd started the blow job. Ignoring him, she continued to suck as hard as she could. Her cheeks flushed with effort as her mouth gurgled and slurped around his twitching cock. She removed, one hand from his throbbing dick and teasingly tickled his balls.

"Aaaaaugh!" Bill gasped.

A hot, white stream of cum gushed from his bloated prick head, shooting down Betty's throat. But Betty went on sucking.

The first stream was followed by squirt after squirt of jism, as if Bill hadn't popped his rocks in years. Bill sighed and held Betty's face to his spurting prick with his hands in her hair, moaning as the last drops of cream oozed from his cum hole.

Betty continued to suck his softening prick, savoring the taste of his jism in her throat. She couldn't believe that Bill had shot off without even fucking her.

"Oh, God, was that good!" Bill whispered, smiling drunkenly. "Sorry I came so fast, Betty. Maybe next time…"

"But you're going to get another hard-on, aren't you?" Betty asked. She took his cock from her mouth and stared up at him intently. "I mean, you're not really going to leave me like this, are you? You just can't. Not after a whole year!"

"Well, I dunno, Betty," Bill chuckled. "Sometimes it's hard to get another boner after the first cum. My wife used to complain about that quite a bit, but she's used to it now."

"Oh, no!"

Betty quickly became very serious. One way or the other, she had to get Bill's stiff dick inside her pussy tonight. If she didn't, she'd have to finger-fuck herself until she went out of her mind!

"Look at my tits, Bill," she said, rising to her feet and cupping her enormous breasts in her hands. "Look at how big they are. Aren't my nipples big, too? Wouldn't you like, to suck on them for a while?"