"Oh, yeah, fuck it to me, Mr. Martin," she moaned.
"Call me David," he panted.
"Okay, David, fuck the living shit out of me," she said. "And call me Jean."
David Martin wasn't married, she recalled, and he was turning out to be a fantastic fuck, now that he'd dropped all his inhibitions. There might be a future for her with this man. But she knew that neither of them was in a hurry to settle down with just one sex partner. There was the whole class to go through first. She was thinking about those cute students even as Martin's fucking cock brought her off.
"Oooooo, shit, David – you're making me come!" she howled.
"And I'm not finished with you yet," he whispered.
Nobody was anywhere near finished. The fuck-party was just beginning. To Jean, her first nervous day of public school teaching seemed centuries ago. She'd become a completely different person since then, and a much happier person. There was no going back to her old man-hating ways.
"Fuck me some more, David," she gurgled. She didn't ever want the fucking to stop.