Mr. C just stood there watching me as I slipped off my thong panties, spread my legs wide, ran my fingers along my pussy lips to moisten them, and began rubbing my clitoris.
"Is this what you were hoping for, Mr. C?" I purred.
Mr. C smiled, kicked off his boxers, and climbed onto the sofa, slipping in between my legs and using one hand to guide his rock hard prick toward my drenched pussy. He rubbed the tip along my pussy lips a few times, then slid the head of his cock inside me and began slamming it back and forth, pounding my cunt like a piston.
My God, this felt amazing! I began grunting from the force of his thrusts and moaning my pleasure as I felt a massive orgasm building between my legs.
"Uhnnn….uhnnn….uhnnn….yes….uhnnn…yes….just like that….fuck, yeah….my God, that feels good…. uhnnn…. uhnnn…shit, I’m cumming….uhnnn…yes….keep going….yesssss….aaaahhhhhh….hmmmm….aaaahhhhh….yes…..so good…."
Mr. C kept plowing my pussy, his eyes locked on my heavy breasts swinging all over the place and crashing into each other as he hammered away between my legs. Suddenly he grabbed both tits hard, and gave an extra thrust with his cock, pushing it as far into me as he could, before blasting a huge load of cum deep inside my cunt.
We rocked our hips together a few more times as he emptied his nutsack into my pussy, then lay down on top of me…his still hard dick shoved deep inside my vag….as we both caught our breath.
Fortunately, we weren’t interrupted by Nate this time. After a few minutes I crawled out from under Mr. C and scampered into the downstairs bathroom to clean up and fix my make-up. Mr. C cleaned himself up in the kitchen, shoved his flaccid penis back into his boxers, then plopped down on the sofa and flipped on the TV. I joined him there after I finished in the bathroom, and we watched part of a sitcom while we waited for Nate to get home.
I dated Nate until we went away to different colleges the following fall, so I managed to swing by his house a little early every time he had football or basketball practice. When I knocked, I knew his father would always answer the door in his boxers….sometimes he’d already have a tent in his shorts, and sometimes his semi-hard cock would be hanging out of the opening in the front of his boxers. It didn’t really matter….within a few minutes his dick was rock hard and sliding in and out of my mouth or pussy.
Mr. C was pretty creative, too. He fucked me in the kitchen, on the sofa, out by the pool, bent over the pool table…sometimes he fucked me standing up right by the front door as soon as I arrived.
As far as I know, Nate never caught on. He was getting plenty whenever we were on a date, so there really was no reason for him to suspect.
Yep, that senior year was a good one. And I think my favorite part was waiting for Nate to get home from practice.
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