Teaching Mrs. ATM - Sex Stories

Teaching Mrs. ATM

... foreplay, no warm-up, no coercion. I took my bulging erection and shoved its thick head directly into Mrs. Palomini's tight brown hole. Her first instinct was to retreat, sliding forward until her face pressed up against the glass window of her car, her librarian glasses sliding down the brim of her nose. But she had no where else to go. I pulled her skirt further up and grabbed her f0rcibly by her waist with two strong hands, my fingers leaving red impressions on her fair skin as it dug deep into flesh. Cornered and restrained, I went in for another try at insertion, this time sliding in the tip of my cock into her butthole. First an inch. Then 2. Then 3. Soon, I was halfway in, my dry shaft stinging as it rubbed against the inner lining of Mrs. Palomini's rectum. It was just the beginning, but Mrs. Palomini was already emitting ear-piercing shrieks. That only made me want to shove my cock in further. And further in I went, pushing as far as her clenched ass would allow. The natural reaction of her sphincter was to tighten and push the intrusion back out, but all it did was create a snug fit for my dry cock inside her rear end. Still not deep enough. I labored to shove every last inch into her chute, unlubricated and raw. No oils. No protection. I wanted to feel her hole stretch around the veiny surface of my shaft. Slowly but surely I kept pushing inward to fit it all in, trapping Mrs. Palomini into the crevices of her backseat. Finally. Full insertion. Balls deep. My sac ...

... pressed firmly against her lower lips. Looking down, I paused, reveling in the disappearance act of my huge cock lost into the depths of her asshole. I kept it there as my dick twitched with glee, and I knew that she could feel every pulse inside her tight end. There was only one thing I had to do now. Repeat the process. I was going to fuck her ass. Slow pacing was all but behind us. As quickly as I arched back and pulled out, I went just fast in slamming it back in. Every last inch thrusted right back into her tight brown hole. As amazed as I was that her rear could fit all of me, I still worked extra hard to push her limits. Just how hard could she take it? Mrs. Palomini's cries echoed within the tight quarters of the car, seemingly vibrating the glass and plastic trim of the dashboard. I knew her anal sex-induced shrieks extended beyond the foggy windows of her sedan. But we were alone. No one could hear her. So I rammed harder and harder, taking out years of a frustrating marriage and dull suburban life out on the ass of our esteemed elementary teacher of the year. And she was going to have to take it. I felt Mrs. Palomini retreating further into the backseat, shoving her face into the leather to smother her whines of mercy. I grabbed as much of her flowing brown hair as I could with a firm grip, yanking it toward myself, drawing her shoulders and arching her back until her face was in the open, her mouth ajar as it emitted one long siren of agony. My pace only quickened, ...