Michael Scott - Sex teacher

Lying completely nude on her bed, Angela Sutherland felt as though her soft skin were on fire. From her fingertips to her hot, swollen nipples down to her damp, smoldering cunt, every voluptuously curved inch of her body tingled, the flesh seared by a maddening, insistent internal heat.

She groped with trembling fingers for a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand, and noticed the illuminated dial of her alarm clock. It was three o'clock in the morning, the middle of another sleepless, sexually frustrated night.

Angela thought about the thick ten-inch plastic vibrating dildo in her dresser drawer and she sucked greedily on the cigarette she thought about the device and the temporary relief it could give her. It had already deflowered her, technically speaking, although she had never had sex with a man.

Then, inevitably, she thought about the man, or rather boy, nearest to her in the lonely night, the one whose cock might do the job. There was a healthy nineteen-year-old stud in the very next bedroom.

"All these years," she whispered to herself in the dark bedroom. "All these Goddamned lost, wasted years my whole fucking life without sex, without a man a man! God how I hunger for one now!"

And all she had to do to appease that raging hunger in her loins was to get up, go down the hall, quietly enter the adjoining bedroom, and get in bed beside the slumbering boy.

Well, it wouldn't be quite that simple, she feared. For one thing, her frustration throughout her adult life had left Angela feverishly aroused all the time, but especially at night, when she was alone and in bed and an easy prey to horny, pornographically abandoned thoughts.

She was a prim, respectable spinster a college teacher in this small town on the California coast, about a hundred miles north of Los Angeles. The swinging L.A. lifestyle hadn't penetrated as far as this backwater community yet, and it might never get that far.

In a conservative town the size of hers, word that she was fucking a nineteen-year-old college student could spread like wildfire, and her reputation, to say nothing of her job, would be shot to hell.

The boy Angela wanted to ball was named Derek; he was nice, well-mannered, and not loud or brash like most of the kids his age she knew. Angela was obsessed with him, specifically with his body and cock she could barely keep her eyes off his bulging crotch ever since the afternoon she had rented him a room in her house. Christ, he was hung!

He, in turn, had tried to keep his gaze off her lushly rounded figure; but she knew he could see through her disguise and that he liked what he saw! Even with her long dark hair prudishly pulled back in a bun, and the shapeless sacklike dresses she usually wore, the teacher couldn't hide her firm jutting breasts, sexy ass, and elegantly tapered legs.

For the past eight years, Angela had spent virtually all of her spare time caring for her invalid father. That was why she had stayed in this small town, instead of trying to find a job at a larger and more prestigious college.

Just two months ago, her father had passed away, leaving her alone in the huge Victorian house in the middle of the town. And then the long, hot, restless nights of fantasizing had gotten worse.

The thirty-one-year-old Angela had taken her own virginity with the dildo, then desperately and lustfully fucked herself to exhaustion with it, night after night, for weeks on end but she wanted something else to ease her loneliness.

She had two spare bedrooms, she realized, so why shouldn't she do what many of her neighbors did and rent them out to some boarders college kids?

The first person to answer the ad she'd put in the local paper had been a drab middle-aged woman; Angela quickly told her the rooms were already rented. One frustrated old maid on the premises was already one too many!

Then her luck had changed for the better the afternoon Derek had rung her bell and asked about the room. He was tall, good-looking, sexy, just entering college already a man, despite his youth. The horny teacher eagerly lowered the rent by twenty dollars a months just to get him to take the room next to hers!

Simply having him around the house was a turn-on for her; but it wasn't long before Angela's body ached for her to realize her lurid erotic fantasies, now that she had a suitable potential partner.

Angela stubbed out her cigarette without finishing it. Nicotine wasn't helping her any tonight. And sleep seemed impossible for her now.

Nervously, she got up and walked naked down the hallway, passing Derek's door. Her full breasts ached. Her nerve faltered, and she retreated into the bathroom at the end of the corridor, staring at herself in the full-length mirror there.

With her long shimmering hair down around her bare shoulders, she reeked with sensuality; but she barely recognized the woman in the mirror as herself.

Her wide brown eyes drank in the sight of her proudly erect, creamy-skinned breasts, crowned with two large russet nipples her narrow waist her softly curved hips. The silken tangle of her dark pubic hair was matted and gleaming with her excitement, the lips of her pussy looked unusually turgid and dark-flushed, and Angela had to fight an urge to start finger-fucking herself right there in front of the well-lit mirror. She decided, why cheat herself out of a potent young cock that was only a few steps away, waiting for her?

"God, I want to fuck and suck!" the young woman whispered out loud, the throbbing deep in her wet vagina becoming a wild jungle rhythm of animalistic lusts. Her aching, trembling body felt ripe for fucking to the point of bursting from the pressure after a decade and more of frustration.

She was afraid, that if she bottled up her violent desires any longer she would literally lose her mind! The sex madness would consume her completely from deep within her body and make her truly depraved, reckless, pleasure-hungry.

Her eyes suddenly blazed wide with decision. To hell with small-town morality and the risks. To hell with her reputation and her career! She was a woman like any other. She needed sex raw, hot, thrillingly satisfying sex, hour after hour, night after night and she would risk anything and everything to get it, and now.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Angela went directly to the boy's bedroom, opened the door, walked in, and closed it noiselessly after her.

Derek was lying underneath a thin cotton sheet in the warm, sticky summer night; the bedroom was only half-dark because of a street light outside the window, and Angela could see how the sheet molded itself to Derek's muscular naked body, covering him only from the waist down.

Panting with a mixture of terror and lustful hope, she sat on the edge of his bed, slowly pulling the sheet down to expose his crotch and thighs. His sleeping penis looked as thick as a section of fire-hose, sagging down between his thighs next to two balls the size of eggs.

She reached out to touch it!

Derek's eyes blinked open.

"What the fuck? Who're you?"

It took him ten or fifteen seconds to wake up completely and recognize his landlady nude, her hair down and her lush breasts dangling invitingly. For a few seconds longer, Derek felt sure he was having an unusually vivid and enjoyable wet dream.

Christ, what a knockout of a cunt! his dazed mind registered, tingling with lascivious appreciation. Then he felt her cool fingers tremulously running along his thick, soft cockshaft, which stirred in response this was definitely no dream!

"Ms. Sutherland!" he gasped, scandalized.