Chapter 2

Johnny had made no noise as he opened the unlocked door, and although he gasped then, Molly was panting too heavily to hear the sound from across the room. Her blonde head was turned down as she looked into her own foaming cunt with lowered eyes and flickering lashes, so she failed to see the youth.

Her dress was open at the neckline, fat tits spilling out, and she had drawn the hem up above her hips. The boy gawped at tit and cunt in awe.

His teacher was putting on quite an exhibition, a lot more instructive than any show-and-tell session that had ever taken place in that classroom.

Although she was hot to cream off, Molly was taking her own sweet time about it, knowing that a delayed cumming would be more satisfying.

Still avoiding her cunt, she rubbed her thighs and hips and slim belly. She felt her tits up again, pulling her fingers up the perky peaks. Those nubs were smoldering like fuses as she stroked them.

She bobbed down to lick her tits some more.

Johnny's tongue and lips were working in emulation as he stared at that mouthwatering sight. His eyes were so fascinated that the horny teenager even forgot the pounding of his prick and the surging of his balls.

Molly raised one knee and, still mouthing a tit-tip, gazed into her groin. She was so hot that her cunt seemed to have turned inside out, folded back to expose the darker meat of her inner fuck-chute.

Cream, thick as melted pearls, pumped from her pussy and turned her groin to a morass. Ribbons ran down her inner legs and soaked back into the crack of her ass. Her clit was sticking out like a miniature hard-on.

She inhaled the rising fumes and sighed.

Johnny knew what she was breathing in because he could scent her arousal all the way across the room. The fragrance was driving him wild.

Molly drew the tip of her middle finger lightly through her open pink cunt. She flicked it against her clit and shuddered.

Then the teacher brought her hand up to her face and licked the cunt-juice from her finger. Her head turned as she tongued her sticky digit. Then she pushed it into her lips and sucked on it as if it were a prick, purring as she tasted her own cunt-nectar.

Molly was fantasizing about all the boys that had been leering at her during class, not aware that the horniest of the lot - the one with the biggest prick - was gaping at her in wonderment.

She jerked one haunch up and reached behind her ass, working her finger into her shit-slot. She wriggled as she nudged it into her tingling ass-ring. Then she tasted her finger again, flavored by her asshole.

Molly was loving all this naughty self-stimulation, but she was making her cunt hotter by the instant and she just had to get her rocks off soon.

Still keeping her face averted in this solitary sex which was also an exhibition, unknown to her, the blonde lady wetted both hands in her mouth and then slid them both down through her tawny cunt-bush and into her groin.

She started to fondle her clit with one hand, pulling and rolling the swollen bud. She stroked her cunt with the other hand, caressing the unfurled pussy-lips and then slowly sinking all four fingers up her fuck-hole.

She began to finger-fuck deeply up her pussy as her other hand worked on her clit. Her ass was grinding on the edge of the desk and her belly and hips were flipping up in a fucking movement.

Molly whined and whimpered. She also shuddered and squirmed and panted. Her sensitive clit was beating savagely and her tit-tips throbbed in sympathetic vibration. She was licking her lips, and her tongue, too, was tingling as her whole body reacted to her caress.

Her head switched from side to side, but still she did not look up from her loins. Molly was intrigued by the sight of her own cunt melting.

Her thighs rippled as she began to bounce on the rim of her desk, riding her hands. She was steadily stuffing her cunt, pushing her fingers in to the knuckles, as her other hand caressed her sparking clit.

"Ahhhhhh!'' she softly panted.

Johnny knew she was starting to cum. He could tell it by the way her face was glowing and her nipples were jutting out like high-caliber bullets, as well as by the fact that the flow out of her fuck-hole was getting thicker and richer and the randy aroma was heady.

The boy had an urge to open his pants and pull his prick out and jerk off in unison with her.

But he fought against the compulsion.

Now that he knew what a hot bitch Molly was, he was losing the respect he had felt for her as a teacher, and beginning to wonder if he might not benefit from her passion - by blackmail, if nothing else.

He knew that she wouldn't want it known that she had been juicing off on the job, cumming in the classroom, loving herself in that hall of learning.

If he were to threaten to tell the principal, there was no telling what Molly might offer him in return for his silence, he reckoned.

And, with that prospect as a possibility, the young man was not about to waste his hammering hard-on in his own insensitive hand.

With his prick surging untouched in his pants, he watched her wanking peak.

It began throbbing in her clit. That nub went off like a blasting cap, fusing in deeper explosion in her steamy fuck-hole.

Waves of hot pleasure raced up her trembling thighs and coursed across her belly. The waves rushed together, each peak higher, rising to a crest.

She shuddered spasmodically as she soared to the heights and clung there in timeless ecstasy.

Her clit kept exploding and her cunt was pouring out girl-spunk in deluges, going off like a furry fountain in her sustained frenzy.

Her slim pelvis pumped from side to side and her hips swayed back and forth. Her ass almost slipped from the edge of the desk, sliding in her own slime.

She stabbed her fingers in and stirred the honey. When she tugged them back out, her clinging cunt sucked with a soft slurping sound.

She seemed to cream off for ages, each wave of joy followed by another. But at long last she began to ebb and the spasms got softer.

She kept on frigging happily away with both hands, making certain her cumming was complete. Done, finally, she slumped forward, panting heavily.

Still she had not looked up from the work at hand and seen the keen observer.

Her crotch looked as if someone had spilled a malted milkshake into it and juice was running down her thighs like limestone seepage.

She smiled contentedly and her deep blue eyes glowed with well-frigged radiance. When she pulled her hands out of her cunt, more female fuck-juice streamed out in a flood. Her pussy was still gaping open as her goo spilled out around the gumdrop of her clit.

Molly held her hands up to her chin and began to lap up her cunt-cum. She mopped up the goo, then scooped another handful out of her pussy.

But tasting the fruit of her cumming was starting to make her randy again. She figured that she had better stop fooling around now. If she didn't, she was going to have to finger-fuck herself to another climax and in the process she would miss lunch.

But Johnny had a hot lunch all ready for her, to be served in the classroom.

It was a rare apple he had brought for his teacher.