Roy's Conquests: Hot For Teacher

Without realizing that she was doing it, she began to nuzzle Kyle's crotch with the toe of her high heel.

"Mrs. Parker... that's my peen," Kyle remarked, as he felt her playing with his dick with her toe.

She tore her gaze away from my crotch and regarded her student. "Is it?" She asked, in that sleepy, sultry voice. "Do you like it?"

"Mmm uh huh," he replied quickly. His hips gave a nervous spasm. He wasn't used to having his cock touched by anyone but himself.

"What do you think of my legs," she asked.

Kyle's hands were still roaming. "They're really nice," he replied. "But I want to see more."

"Oh? Is that what you want?" She asked, her husky voice taking an edge. "You want to see your teacher's pussy?" She pulled her panties abruptly to the side. "How about her tits. You want to see those too?" She leaned forward, and pulled at the neckline of her dress until the smooth globes on her chest became visible.

Kyle's young eyes were as big as saucers. He looked shocked by his teacher's abrupt behavior. "Uh huh," he merely nodded.

"Don't torture the poor boy," I said. "Let him get in there."

"Why not?" She shot me a glare. "You boys are torturing me, threatening my job and my home life. Why shouldn't I have a little fun right back?"

I smiled to myself. I liked her sass. Oh I was going to have fun with her, alright.

She returned her attention to Kyle. "Let me see yours now, Kyle. Since I showed you mine." She tugged off her sweater abruptly, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it away. Her curly hair wild and untamable.

"O-okay," he stammered and scrambled for his belt and zipper. He was clumsy, in a hurry, and wasn't having an easy time of it.

Tracy merely watched, her foot still planted between the boy's legs. She teased his balls with the toe of her shoe. That probably wasn't helping. She was gingerly playing with his junk as he struggled out of his pants.

For Kyle's sake, I was really rooting for him to produce a monster cock that would make his teacher gasp. But the lord isn't as kind to all of us in the same ways. What emerged was a fat little pecker. An uninspiring five inch knob, but at least it was thick and beefy. He had some girth, as well as some big fat balls, probably filled with his pent up excitement over what was about to happen. Benefit of the doubt, Kyle was a thick fella to begin with. Fat hides much of a man's shaft (so stay in shape, readers).

Tracy Parker eyed what she'd be working with, and blew out a little snicker through her nose. Kyle hadn't noticed, but she glanced at me.

"It'll be worth your while, I promise," I winked, still rubbing my hard-on, but by now I decided to hike up the leg of my shorts and give her a little peek at *my* goods.

Her eyes widened when she saw the head of my dick, bulging thick and proud down by my knee.

Her gaze darted away, and returned to Kyle to distract herself from whatever thoughts were popping into her head. Without prompting, she grabbed her student's hand and ran it up right between her legs. "Touch me, Kyle," she instructed and slid his nervous fingers beneath her underwear.

"Oh Mrs. Parker. You're wet, and warm," he declared, shocked.

"Uh huh," she said, dropping her hand into his lap, and rubbing his hard knob of a cock. Her hand stroking expertly.

"You're smooth. You shave," Kyle said, still in excited awe. "I never knew."

"You don't know a lot about your teacher," she teased softly, as she felt up his cock. Squeezing and rubbing. She rubbed her palm over his head, while her other hand cradled his balls, toying with them, massaging them. She was using both hands on him now.

Hearing her taunt her student, I couldn't help but smile a little. Mrs. Parker was a freak. This might be the first time she was breaking her wedding vows, but I was beginning to suspect that she might harbor a darkness about her behind closed doors.

His hand rubbed beneath her underwear, fingering her nervously. "Oh Mrs. Parker. That feels so good," he said, moaning softly against her stroking. She gripped his shaft and jerked him like a champ. His hips moving happily beneath her touch. His mouth hung open stupidly, and his eyes were rolling back in his head.

"I bet it does," she said, a little confidently.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, exploring her pussy with his fingers. He was penetrating her with his fat stumpy fingers, but not smoothly or gracefully. The ill-experience of a virgin. It was painful to watch.

Before she could answer, I thought I'd jump in and save the situation before Kyle's stupidity could break the spell. "Kyle, be a gentleman, and help your teach out of her clothing," I coached.

"Really?" He delighted at this suggestion. His hands came out of her panties, his fingers slick with her juices. Yeah, she was into this. I knew it.

Tracy turned around and swept her hair to the side to reach the zipper on her dress. Kyle stood up, fumbling clumsily to undo it. His boner poking her in the butt the whole time. She held her hair, waiting for Kyle's inexperienced fingers to lower the tab on her zipper. As his cock poked her in the ass, I couldn't help but notice the ever-so-slight swing to her hips. Was she actually feeling his dick with her ass?

Kyle swore, then stammered out an apology as he fought her zipper.

A little smug smirk crossed Tracy's full lips. "Having trouble back there?" She asked, and she swung her hips a little wider. Kyle's cock slid across the material, and a drop of excited pre-cum wiped across her dress.

"Umm... uhhh..." he moaned inadvertently, unable to form an answer.

Tracy glanced my way and caught my eye. Despite the situation, there was a slight sparkle in her expression. She was amused by Kyle's discomfort. It inflated her ego, making her feel like a rock star.

"Just relax, and keep going," she assured him. "Don't let me distract you." And to our surprise, she slid her dress up her legs once again. Only this time she didn't stop until she had exposed the contours of her plump ass cheeks.

Sure enough, that teal-green pair of panties was a thong. And her ass looked absolutely perfect in it, round and plump, solid. The thong disappeared, swallowed between those globes.

Kyle gasped as his bare cock suddenly came to rest in the crack of her curves. "Oh my god, Mrs. Parker," he declared, and I thought he was going to cum right then and there. "Your underwear goes between your butt-crack."

She smirked, and continued to sashay her hips. Kyle's cock rolled against her ass cheeks. "So?"

"I-I didn't think you were the type of woman to wear underwear like that..."

She moved her body slowly up and down now, letting the head of his plump cock slide along her ass crack.

"Ughhhh," he let out another excited sigh of pleasure.

Then he finally managed to get the zipper all the way down, and Tracy turned to face him. She looked him hard in the eyes, and wrapped her arms around his neck. For a second, it looked as though she might kiss him. Then she merely smiled into Kyle's nervous expression and resumed sashaying her hips steadily from side to side. She was teasing him.

Reaching up, she took each strap of her dress down her shoulders, and started to slip it down and off, swaying her hips in sexy rotations all the while that she did.

The dress fell to the floor, and Kyle met her body with a stunned expression. His mouth hung open. His eyes wide.

I must say that Mrs. Parker had quite the little body on her. Solid thighs, a flat tummy. Her boobs were held into place with a silky strap-less bra that matched her thong.

She only permitted Kyle to gawk for a few seconds before shoving him back onto the couch. He landed hard on his butt with a gasp and a yelp.

"You wanted this, you fuckin' bastards. Be careful what you wish for," she snarled.

I credit her. What a way to take lemons and make lemonade. She was taking back some of her dignity, some of her empowerment, by turning the tables on her cruel blackmail.

She sucked at a corner of her mouth as she regarded Kyle's pecker. Then she slid down to her knees, untying her hair as she went. When it came free, she tossed it back behind her head in a wild gesture as she knelt before the boy.

"If you cum fast, it's not my fault Kyle," she insisted. Then with one hand, she grasped his cock, and planted a hot wet kiss on his head.

He groaned excitedly. Good lord, the boy was actually drooling! He licked his lips and murmured something incomprehensible.

Then Mrs. Tracy Parker, teacher and wife, parted her lips and accepted her student's dick into her mouth.

Kyle moaned as soon as those warm lips wrapped around him. "Oh my god," he squirmed in pleasure. Tracy placed a hand on his chest and held him place, not letting him fidget away as she fed herself on her student's dick. She lowered her mouth and took him deep.

He moaned louder. "Oh my god, Mrs. Parker! You're the best teacher ever," he grunted. His eyes rolling back. His hands gripped the couch.

By this point, I decided to insert myself ever-so-slightly into the situation. I rose from my seat, Tracy watching me from the corner of her eye, and I came up behind her. She resumed her sucking as I reached down to undo her bra.

Her lips making noisy slurps on Kyle's hard member. Her bra sprang away as though her perky tits were tossing it away themselves.

Talk about an undiscovered jewel. Even her tits were great. Nice full nipples that were growing puffy from her shameful excitement.

She worked her head faster, the sounds she made on his cock wet and sloppy. She purred each time his cock sank to the back of her mouth.

"Be a gentleman, and hold your teacher's hair," I coached Kyle, putting his hands on her head.

He obeyed tentatively, taking handfuls of her wild locks. "Oh Mrs. Parker. I've wanted this so badly. Your mouth feels amazing," he grunted and drawled out, half slouched on my sofa, while this little hussy teacher showed him the time of his life.

"Mmmm... mmmhmmm..." she moaned around a mouthful of Kyle.

I strode in a slow circle, like the true supervisor that I am, making sure she did things right. But a guy like me can only wait so long. I let Kyle have a few minutes of heaven, before I undid my pants and joined Kyle on the couch.

For those new to Roy's conquests... I'm packing a solid foot of good old American suburban reproductive organ. It positively dwarfed the lawn guy on my couch. Hell, from Tracy's expression, it dwarfed anything her husband had too.

She watched me attentively now as I took a seat beside Kyle. The boy looked uneasy with me posted-up beside him.

I don't blame him. His dreams were coming true-- he was getting blown by his biggest crush. And here came this stallion of an interloper that is Roy David. The moment I planted my ass on my couch of debauchery, Tracy reached out one hand and grasped my swollen rod as well. She ran her hands over the base of my shaft, inspecting my girth, hefting my balls. All the while her mouth remained on Kyle. Her head steadily bobbed.

"But I thought..." Kyle protested slightly.

"Never mind what you thought, Kyle," I offered him a disarming smile. "We're in this together. We each get a turn with her. It's only fair, right?" I nudged him with my elbow.

"Well... I guess," he conceded.

"What do you think Mrs. Parker?" I asked my neighbor-- her eyes hadn't left my cock since the moment I sat down.

Without a word, she moved her mouth from Kyle's over to mine, and I got my first taste of what those full dick-sucking-lips could do. They came down tightly around the bulbous head, and I moaned in much the same way Kyle had when she first started on him.

Her struggle to suck my dick was very real. Both me and Kyle sat in silence as she mad considerable effort to fit my hard-on deeper and deeper into her mouth. Distracted, her hands came away from Kyle's cock, to grasp onto mine. He took over stroking his pecker while he watched, but the jealousy flashed in his expression for a moment.

I swept Tracy's curls back from her face, and held them firmly while I guided her head up and down on my length. She was only able to suck on about half of it before she started to have trouble.

Picking a different approach, she popped off of it, and instead opted to stroke me aggressively while she ran her tongue and lips along the underside of my length. She basted my dick with her saliva, trailing her tongue, her lips, her face up and down.

"Oh... such a bad little school teacher," I moaned mindless. "Suck it. Suck this dick, you little slut." She was waking up the animal in me. And when 'he' wakes up, I pretty much disregard anything in life but that single natural urge.

Kyle took one of Tracy's hands and returned it to his dick, but she only half-heartedly began to stroke him. She was distracted by something much larger.

I was gasping, as Tracy grew more acquainted with my cock, and started to find her stride. Unfortunately Kyle was growing impatient.

I sat forward, and she came off of my cock. "I want to play with these some," I insisted, cupping her boobs. She let me, gasping, her mouth hanging open as I pinched at her nipples, and cupped them in my big hands. Tracy moaned, and tried to move her head back to my dick. I figured I'd be generous (although that wouldn't soon last).

I turned her head back to Kyle's, and noted the momentary disappointed look in her eye. "Blow him. Blow your student, you hussy whore," I ordered her, and gave one of her tits a meaty slap, making sure she'd really feel the sting.

She let out a soundless whimper, then turned to the young man's throbbing cock. Kyle smiled in delight as Tracy enveloped his dick with her mouth and started to suckle. Her sounds were noisy, wet slurping sounds as her head moved in his lap.

"Oh god, Mrs. Parker... you're amazing..." Kyle cooed, petting her hair, playing with it, leaning back in his seat stupidly. "You're so beautiful. I've wanted this for so long," he yammered.

I was hardly interested. I cupped and squeezed her tits, tugging the nipples like I was going to milk her. I could see her squirming from my rough touch. She still had her heels on, but her little feet were moving, restless, and I imagined she was curling her toes within.

Up and down her head went. Her lips didn't have far to travel on Kyle's fat stubby dick, and therefore her sucking looked all the more vigorous. Kyle's mouth was slack, as he enjoyed the feeling of being blown by his teacher.

I ran my hand down Tracy's back, took a handful of her thick ass, and gave the meat on her body another authoritative slap. "If I'd have known how much fun a teacher would be, I would have brought a ruler for us to spank you with," I grinned.

Kyle seemed to like that idea. Tracy Parker said nothing. She eyed my dick from the corner of her eye while she sucked Kyle for all she was worth. Without coaxing, her hand reached over and came to rest on my shaft once again. She gave it a squeeze. I knew that look. She was enamored. There may have been two of us, but there was only one here that she had any real interest in-- if she was going to cheat, she wanted something that was worth it...

I only let her paw at me for a few minutes before I dropped off the couch and slid behind her. Her ass immediately came up in the air, expecting me to mount her. I smiled to myself, and gave her ass another hard crack before slipping off her thong. I stuffed it beneath my couch cushion-- a trophy for later.

I didn't give her what she wanted, not yet. "Just keep sucking him." I ordered. And reaching around her waist, my fingers groped between her thighs. She parted her legs obediently, and when I felt her womanly folds, I could tell that whatever morals she held had gone out the window. Whether it was the situation, the depravity of sucking her student, or just me... she was horny. Her pussy salivating with anticipation.

I ran my fingers over her slit, back and forth, before honing in on her clit. I wasn't going to tease her much longer. She wanted some merciful release, and I was going to give it to her.

"Keep sucking your student, you dirty fucked up teacher," I whispered beside her ear. And then my hard calloused fingers began on her clit. I spun my hands in fast erratic little circles.

Immediately her body began to quiver.

"MMMM!!! MMMM!!! MMMM!!!" She murmured out around a mouthful of fat young cock. Her eyes had widened and her grip had tightened on Kyle's dick.

"What's happening?" Kyle asked, in surprise at her sudden vocal cries and body tremors. "What are you doing to her, Roy?"

"I'm going to rub this little slut, to make sure she's good and ready for us," I replied, concentrating. "Trust me, she likes it. Don't you, teacher slut?"

Tracy was taking long hard pulls on Kyle's cock. Her full lips probably ready to pull it right off. The best she could manage was a nod and a shaky "MMMHMMM!"

Faster and faster my hand went, and louder and louder her moans became.

"I think you should tutor all of your students like this, don't you think?" I asked. My fingers flying over her womanhood. The touch of my fingertips dancing across her. She was melting in my hands.

She popped Kyle's cock from her mouth and began to slap herself on the lips with it, moaning mindlessly. "Uh huh! Mmhmm!" She plunged back down around it once she caught her breath.

Kyle looked shocked to hear her agree to that. He wanted his crush all to himself. Greedy boy.

I didn't give her the chance. "You want your secret kept? You're going to fuck all of your students. Individually or together. Hubby goes out of town, you have them all over to party with you?"

"Mmmm yes!... Oh god!" She suddenly cried out around Kyle's throbbing dick. I felt her muscles go tense, her whole body quivering. Then came the wonderful release, the moans, the sagging with pleasure, the flow of juices on my fingers.

This teacher could only maintain her good-girl status for so long before her body gave in to the pleasure and climaxed.

When it subsided, Tracy flung her head back, tossing her hair out of her eyes. "Wow," she muttered. Her usually relaxed and heavy lidded eyes were wide with astonishment.

"What happened?" Kyle asked, nervous that somehow I'd hurt her, or the moment had passed.

"Your teacher just came all over my fingers," I held my hand up to Kyle to show him the wetness she'd left behind.

"Women can have orgasms too, Kyle," Mrs. Parker said, her voice returning to teacher mode. Still regarding her student as a student, and not so much a lover.

Me and her stood. She turned to me, peering over her shoulder at me for guidance. "What now?" She asked, hoping for direction. She sashayed her hips ever-so-slightly at me, hoping to get my attention.

"You know what comes next," I said, rather severely. Before she could question it further, I nudged her toward the couch, where she rather clumsily fell into Kyle's lap.

He caught her, excited to finally be putting his arms around his present. Selfishly scooping her up like his own personal sex doll.

While she mounted into his lap, I shed the rest of my clothes. She might have been in Kyle's lap, but her eyes lingered on me the whole time, her lips held in a curious smile. She bit her lip.

"Oh Mrs. Parker," Kyle was petting her with his cold clammy hands. He hardly noticed what direction she was staring, but he turned her head to face him, grasped her face, and dove in for his first kiss with his teacher.

She whimpered slightly, caught off guard by his clumsy inexperience. His lips pressed hard and eagerly against hers, and his tongue probed into her mouth. I could hear her struggling to keep up with his aggressive, almost juvenile kissing style.

The whole time, his hands pet and stroked her hair. She clung to the back of the couch as the excited lawn boy ravaged her mouth with his own. She could hardly move, the young man was beefy and strong. This must be what it's like to watch Lenny from Of Mice and Men finally get laid.