His Nasty Little Pussy

Climbing onto the stage, he came to stand before her, then dropped to his knees. Leaning down, he took a handful of her hair, turning her head so he could kiss her, hard and hungry, his tongue filling her mouth, his lips pressing hard.

With his free hand, he undid his trousers, slid them down, and then released her hair so he could use both hands to slide his white shorts down to his hips.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

His cock sprang out towards her and instantly she wrapped one hand around its shaft and started to pump, sliding its engorged, wet head across her face, her parted lips. Tossing her head forward, she rubbed his cock through her hair, then pulled back until its head was against her lips again.

There she went again! Opening her big mouth, just when she’d managed to extract herself from an awkward situation.

His lips… how had she thought they were soft before? They were firm, hard, pressing hungrily against hers.

He had one hand under her jaw, cupping her chin, the other at her hip, pulling her body towards his. Then that hand on her jaw slid down her neck, sliding inside her jacket to cup a breast again, his thumb finding the nipple.

It was Mr Valentine all over again: snogging the teacher, his hands wandering over her body, exploring, his cock growing hard against her.

Only Mr . Vale’s ntine had been a fantasy, and now here, Mr. Wilson was real. Very real.

Finally overcoming her surprise at his move, Karen moved her hands down to his hips, pulling him firmly against her, grinding that hardness against her belly.

He pulled away, taking her hand. “This way. Away from the door.”

He led her up onto the stage, over to one side where the piano stood, half-hidden from the auditorium by the stage curtains.

She almost lost her footing and came to lean against the piano, her face pressed against the polished wood. His hands found her hips, and then he was grinding hard against her arse. She fumbled for the zip at the side of her skirt, undid it, let it fall away, and without pause, he yanked her lace knickers down to her ankles so she could kick them clear.

For a moment she wondered what he was doing, and then she realized he had gone down on his knees behind her, and then his hands were on her buttocks, parting them. She bent further over, presenting herself to him, and his tongue started to sweep across her pussy, starting at her clit, working its way through the folds of her labia, and ending with a sweep across her buttocks.

Each time he found her clit she felt a bolt of pleasure, and then as he licked up across her pussy lips that stab of pleasure expanded and deepened, spreading in a heady surge through her body.

He started to drive his tongue deep into her cunt, his chin grinding against her clit, and she thought she was going to come just from that.

For an unknown time, she had forgotten where she was, had even forgotten who was doing this to her: all her awareness was focused on that tongue as it worked her cunt.

Then she opened her eyes again and remembered where she was.

The school auditorium. On stage!

On stage being tongue-fucked by Sir…

There was someone else there.

Standing in the doorway that led out to Reception.

A man in a blue suit, standing there, watching…

So bad! So bad to be caught… like this… at her daughter’s school.

“Erm…” She didn’t know what to say. “Mr Wilson.” That sounded so wrong! “Mr Wilson, there’s someone…”

Someone closed the door behind him and moved deeper into the auditorium for a better view.

She recognized him. Mr Parkes. Mr. Fucking Hotty. Boy band guy. All the girls in class fancy Mr Hotty.

Now he stood at the foot of the stage, at eye level with her bare arse and Mr Wilson’s head. The English teacher was still unaware that they had been discovered, his tongue still probing and twisting deep in her cunt.

She had to stop him. Stop him now. Try to rescue the situation.

Or…

She forced herself to straighten and turn, to push Mr Wilson back as he tried to resume licking at her pussy.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me now.”

And all the time, she kept eye contact with Mr Parkes. He was grinning, now.

That was when Mr Wilson spotted his colleague. He jumped a little, then relaxed. “Hey, erm,” he said. “Looks like we’ve been caught…”

Karen dropped to her hands and knees, facing Mr Parkes, offering her arse to Mr Wilson again. “Fuck me,” she repeated. “Now.”

She heard him fumbling with his clothes, then he was on his knees and his hard cock was pressing against her pussy lips. She hadn’t seen his dick, had only felt it straining against his trousers, but now it felt huge. Its swollen head parted her labia, stretching her cunt wide as it drove home.

Slowly, slowly, he slid in. She kept thinking he must stop, but still, he pushed farther, and then, finally, he was balls-deep inside her, starting to twist and grind. And God it felt good! It had been a long time.

“I said fuck me,” she told him, and then he started to thrust, short and hard, keeping most of his length buried inside her.

Then she added, “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to him.” With a nod of her head, she indicated Mr Parkes, who still stood watching them.

He raised his eyebrows in question, and she nodded again.