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(Three Months later.)
Harold opened the door and Mrs. Huffman walked in. She looked sexy as hell.
It was her first time here in his dorm room. She looked around. It was worse than she thought it would be: dirty clothes all over the floor, the bed unmade, a poster of xxx porn star Majella on his wall. A few books scattered around. It didn't smell too good either.
It didn't much matter, though, because she was a slut, and she was there for his cock. IT never failed to please her.
He looked her over. She looked hot, especially hot for an ex high school teacher of his who he and his friends had fucked over and over again up until a few months ago when they left to go to college. She was thirty-one or two, but could have passed for twenty one. And she was one majestic fuck, an honest to goodness confirmed slut. She looked good as ever in her tight sweater and tighter skirt that came to mid thigh. He wondered if she was wearing underwear. Although he already was pretty sure why she was here, considering her clothing and her smell, he asked, "How come you called me?"
"I was horny," she answered. She looked down. His pants were tented at the groin. Good old, reliable Harold. Well, that was why she was here, wasn't it? She reached over to his pants, pulled the zipper down and fished out that beautifully tumescent pole. Long, thin, not terribly clean. His cock was exactly as she remembered it. Without any other conversation, she got down on her knees, opened her mouth, and sucked it into her mouth. Yes, Harold McCarthy hadn't changed over the past four months, his groin, unwashed, smelled of cunt and cum.
Harold McCarthy had fucked Mrs., Huffman plenty of times back when he was in high school and she was his English teacher. But now he was a freshman at State and hadn't fucked her in nearly a quarter of a year. He hadn't even talked to her until about an hour ago when she called and told him she was on the highway and which dorm was he in and what was his room number. And here she was. And here he was getting one of those blow jobs only she could give. He had had fourteen different girls give him blowjobs in this room since the semester began, and even the best hadn't come close to her worst.
She was on her knees in front of him. Later, he'd ask her why she was here. Right now he wanted to concentrate on the amazing and wonderful things she was doing to his cock.
His pants were down just above his ankles. He hadn't had the time to remove the pants all the way, and she didn't seem to care if they were still pooled at his feet, just as long as his prick was available. His hands were holding the back of her head to guide the movement of her mouth over his cock, guidance she didn't need, thank you. Her lips glided from the cock's tippy little fish mouth all the way down slowly to the bottom of its shaft and her nose was stopped at his musky smelling groin. Her tongue swished and swilled around and above his shaft, then pulled and pushed at the sides of his shaft. She squeezed her cheeks closed and sucked them into a tight vacuum around his cock. A steady flow of saliva kept his cock warm, wet, and hard. One of her hands cupped his balls; the other held his ass, pulling him towards her face. Harold had forgotten just how good she could suck cock. But.....then.......
Damn it! Just as he was really getting into it,.......
Without any warning at all, she stopped sucking and let his cock fall out of her mouth. "You are as hard as you're going get in my mouth." She stood up and pushed him down onto his unmade bed. "I want your cock in my cunt." she said. Ever since Mrs. Huffman had self-joined the 'sluthood' she had asserted her sexual needs as she was doing now. Of course, her direct action to get sexual satisfaction didn't always end up the way she wanted. When she had tried it on Mr. Burns, the head football coach, he had fainted.
She pulled Harold's pants off of his legs and threw them aside. She didn't bother removing his shirt or his socks. She quickly pulled her sweater off over her head and dropped her skirt to the floor (she wore no underwear). She noticed a big hole at the toe of his right sock. He was helpless.
"Don't you ever clean this room up?" she asked as she climbed up onto the bed and positioned her wet cunt just above his hard cock. She slowly lowered her body onto his cock, sliding it into the tight pink pussy. She let out a long, languorous sound, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." For a moment, she didn't move, appreciating the sensation of his cock in her cunt. "I really needed this," she said and began bouncing up and down on the stiff cock.
He looked up at her from his position lying down on the bed. She looked good still, her perky tits round and firm, the pointy nipples growing hard as he touched them with the palms of his hands.
Mrs. Huffman began to move faster. Her cunt muscles held his cock tight. Above him, looking down, her face was intent. She began a series of grunts and oh's and ah's. "Fuck me, fuck me, move those hips, shove that prick in to my needy cunt," she repeated over and over. She was sweating and drops of sweat fell from her forehead. As she moved, her hand went to her groin and she used her finger to rub against her clit. Finally, after maybe a quarter of an hour of hard fucking, after Harold had managed to remove all of his clothing except for his socks and after they had changed position several times, she uttered a long "Ahhhhhhhhhh," and came. She waited a few seconds until he came and then lifted off of him and rolled over onto his bed, lying there on her back. "I needed that," she said.
Mrs. Huffman had thought after she discovered she was a slut, that because she had acknowledged her slutiness, her sluthood, she would be at a great advantage when she wanted to find a man to keep her sexually satisfied. Unfortunately, things hadn't worked out so smoothly. A good man was often hard to find. So, Harold would have to do.
"Long time no see," Harold said, "Long time since we fucked," he added. "What brings you here today?"
"Did you know that Leroy and Marquise and their group all left? They took off for California or someplace a month ago. My last try at finding some local hunk to fuck me didn't work out too well. I thought about you, got in my car, drove down and here we are. Your cock still works good in my cunt. Thank you."
"You're still teaching at Holy Mother of God High. It's full of nothing but horny male students. Why not recruit one or two of them?"
She had resisted screwing around with her students this term. There were a couple of them who looked hot in their military style, Catholic school uniforms, a few of them who threw out whiffs of testosterone her way; however, she had decided she liked teaching, and the risk of fooling around with students was too big.
But she didn't need to discuss those things with Harold. She needed a good fuck. He was available for that. She leaned over and took his cum and pussy juice covered prick in her hand. She held it between her thumb and forefinger and began to play with it. "Your cock is so good," she said. Fooling around with his fuck stick, seemed to be having an effect. Mrs. Huffman smiled as she saw it begin to harden. She bent over and began to lick it clean with her tongue. It got harder. She took it in her mouth again. Good old Harold. His prick was hard again. She dropped it from her mouth. "Fuck some more?" she asked.
He nodded a yes.
She moved over and got on her hands and knees. She spread her legs wide, offering a good view or her cunt and ass. She presented her ass up in the air to give him a choice of which hole to fuck. She was still an ass virgin to everyone except Harold who had fucked her anus five or six times. He crawled behind her and slipped his cock into her cunt from behind. He was probably waiting for later to fuck her ass.
His cock in her cunt, he leaned his body over hers to balance himself. He placed both his hands high up on the inside of her beautiful thighs and began to move them down to her knees and then up all the way to where they touched her hair covered pussy mound. He felt her body begin to tremble. Harold had fucked many cunts in his life, a whole bunch here at state since school began in September. Mrs. Huffman, without a doubt, was the hottest of them all.
