She threw back her head, her soggy brown hair falling down her back, and let out a loud, "UNNNGHHHH!" Her entire body seemed to explode like dynamite. Brilliant lights dazzled her eyes, made her ears ring, her body tingle all over like she shoved her finger into a light socket.
But it was her socket that was getting shoved into. She came down from the pinnacle of her orgasm to feel Jerry's cock fucking harder and faster than ever into her cunt.
Linda was bombarded with all the wonderful sensations of orgasm. As her cunt convulsed with delight, she clamped down even harder on Jerry's cock.
The man had reached the limits of his endurance. He felt the sudden rush of jizz within his shaft. One second he was fighting to keep from creaming all over the gyrating woman's insides. The next second, the flew surge of his jism burned and charred the length of his prick. He erupted and fired shot after shot of gooey jism into Linda.
As her pussy grabbed tight around his prick, Jerry felt like he was plugged into a milking machine instead of a woman. His cock was sucked dry by the intense pressure up and down his throbbing shaft.
All too soon for both of them, the savage grip of climax faded away. They stood under the blast of the shower far long minutes, saying nothing. They clutched at each other with passionate tenderness until Jerry reached over and cut off the water.
"I think we'd better get out of here. Kenny's sure to be back soon and I don't want him to think I'm muscling in on his territory."
Linda smiled up at him. "Don't worry about Kenny. I tthink, I can handle him."
"Yeah, I know you've been handling him."
Linda grabbed at Jerry's deflating prick. She held it like the hilt of a sword.
"Like I can handle this now. Right?" When Jerry didn't immediately answer, she gave a tug. "Right?"
He swatted away her hand. "Dammit, woman! Stop that. Let's get dried off."
Linda smiled. This was working out better than she'd thought.
CHAPTER SEVEN
From the way Kenny was looking at her, she knew it would be impossible to get any more tutoring done. Tutoring in school subjects, that is. It was obvious the eighteen-year-old boy was getting other ideas. And Linda wasn't about to try to argue him out of them, either.
She'd had her encounter with the boy's father two days before. Now Jerry's mighty dong fucking her was all she could think about. It was the medicine she needed to help fight her melancholy and sexual desires. For a while, it had even snuffed out the incredible sexual appetite she'd been building up.
Looking at Kenny reminded her so much of Jerry. There was a certain glint in his eye that was perhaps the single most startling resemblance outside of the obvious physical similarities. Linda thought how nice it would have been if Kenny had his father's eight-inch dick instead of the four incher, he kept tucked away inside his jeans. That was just one of those things.
One day in a few years, perhaps, Kenny would be even better hung than his father. Linda wanted to make sure that the boy would know how to use his prick, no matter how large or small it ended up. Linda knew that it was expertise, not size, that mattered. A guy with a six-inch cock could do a hell of a lot more than some klutz with a ten-inch prick.
It was just the way it was used, the training.
Kenny was starting early enough that he'd be a real cocksman by the time he was twenty and had girls swarming all over him. Linda idly speculated what it might be like when Kenny was older. Would he take on a dozen chicks a night? And screw them all into exhaustion, then go out looking for more ass? It was possible. He was getting a lot of control now and he was only eighteen.
"Linda, do we have to keep on with this? I already know about this stuff."
Teasing, Linda asked, "Oh, you do, do you? A bit of American history, then. What was the first use of the submarine?"
Bored, Kenny told her, "During the Revolutionary War, the Turtle attacked the EMS Eagle. It didn't sink the limey boat. During the Civil War, the Hunley sank a Northern ship. The Houst… Houst-something-or-other."
"Housatonic," Linda supplied. "Very good. Very good, indeed and you get an A for that."
The boy smiled. Whenever he pleased the auburn-haired teacher, it made him feel good inside. But right now, he was feeling more than good. His cock strained against the insides of his jeans and was starting that familiar tingle. He'd have to get a double shot of lovemaking from his teacher this time or it might just drive him right up the wall and across the ceiling.
Kenny slammed his textbook shut and started to say something. He never got the words to form properly. The boy was suddenly speechless at the erotic sight in front of him.
Linda stood and had begun to slowly strip. She teased off her blouse and spun it around. Her tits weren't confined by a useless bra. The woman had long since stopped wearing it to these "tutoring" sessions. She loved the way Kenny licked his dried lips at the sight of her boobs. She was naked to the waist and made full use of the fact to tantalize her young student.
Linda bounced up and down a couple times and set her firm, high-placed tits into a jiggly motion. Kenny's eyes seemed to be glued on the bright red nipples that grew as he watched. The teacher was getting as turned on stripping for the boy as he was getting watching her do it.
Her slender fingers languorously slipped under the hem of her skirt. She unfastened the buttons and stepped out of her skin, holding it in front of her. Slowly lifting her skirt until she could hold it in her teeth, Linda then tore off her silk panties in a hasty move. With the skirt in her mouth, the entire front of her body from the neck to just under her waist was hidden from the boy's lusting view.
She lifted her head slightly to expose just a little of her pussy mound. The auburn fleece on her mans looked like a triangle pointing directly to more interesting territory. Taking the cloth from her teeth, Linda began lowering the skirt until only the tips of her boobs were peering over the top.
Kenny had his dong out and was quickly rubbing his hand up and down the length. He still wasn't able to say anything. His eyes said it for him. He was really turned on in a big way by the show Linda was putting on for him.
Linda spun around deftly moving the skirt over her body. Kenny was treated to a momentary flash of naked front, then the woman had her back to him. She held the skirt level with her waist now so that he really couldn't see anything but naked back. Linda started turning slowly so that the youngster could see the fine profile of her tit outlined against the window. That was almost top much for the boy. He could fully see the outline of the woman's erect nipple, the slight jiggle and bounce of her tit, the way her belly was slightly domed.
"Kenny," Linda called in a low voice, "get out of your clothes. Get naked, like me!"
The youth needed no urging. Frantic fingers flew over his clothes until his shirt, jeans and underwear were piled near his chair. His four-inch dong stuck up at a jaunty twenty-five degree angle like a finger pointing straight at Linda.
He reached out to snatch away the veiling cloth. Linda agilely stepped back a pace, taunting him. She spun again, the cloth continually hiding all that he found so interesting.
Kenny could only get glimpses of pussy, tits and ass. Linda made no effort to hide the smooth, tapered length of her legs or the way her full thighs were slightly spread. The boy imagined that she couldn't hold her legs too close together because she was getting wet in the cunt, frothing over in anticipation of him!
Kenny would have been right if he'd said that. Linda felt the thin rush of cunt juice down the inside of her satiny thigh as soon as she had started this strip tease. Her breath was coming faster and she knew that Kenny could tell she was as aroused as he was by the way her nipples had expanded. They were now pounding with desire for the bay.