The Glorious Cockteaser By Charles E.J. Moulton

To be honest, I’d had the hots for Sally ever since she was a senior in high school. Back then, I had just completed my doctorate in literature as the youngest of my age group. I only taught English for a year at Seaside Coast igh School, but I walked away battling a massive hard-on more often than I could tell you. Sally always dressed like a dirty old man’s dream cum true. I was only 30 at the time, but Sassy Sally made me feel like that uncle that asked her home to show her his stamp collection. I mean, that girl came in her blonde pigtails with pink ribbons, short cheerleader skirt, open shirt with cleavage, popping her Yankee Doodle Bubble Gum every fucking day. She sat there in the front row arching her back, begging for me to look at her swelling nipples. I went in to the teacher’s rest room to masturbate so often I think my colleagues thought I had a health problem. Every time I taught English for the seniors, I went in to jerk off beforehand because I knew I would be having issues with Sally’s cum-ons.

Anyway, I got a position as college professor at the end of that year. I was happy that I had not been caught humping a high school girl, as Sally had been only 17 at the time. I spent the next three years teaching college, fucking lots of bimbos, receiving quite a few blowjobs, but pretty much forgetting Sally. Okay, not really.

Four years after I left Seaside Coast High School, I fell in love with Amy, a teaching C-Cupped black haired chick from my neighborhood. We literally devoured each other. She would let me squirt my sperm into her mouth at breakfast, fuck her ass during lunch hour, titfuck her at dusk, she would lick my balls as I ate supper, suck my cock while I made business calls, surprise me with surprise blowjobs as I corrected tests and papers. Then she would let me fuck her from behind again as she fried my bacon by the stove, naked except for the apron.

One thing alone drove her nuts:  the fear of having to share me with someone else.

New students arrived at our State College that year and I prepared for them like I always did: diligently.

When I saw Sally again, though, I was back at Seaside Coast High School again, jerking off in the teacher’s loo. She had come of age, her boobs had grown and her ass was the sexiest and peachiest piece of female flesh I had seen in a long time. She was a real cockraiser.

Needless to say, I had my problems concentrating on my work.
After class, we spoke and she told me I was the reason she had chosen to study English Literature after studying Sports Instruction for three years. She had never forgotten me, she told me as she arched her back.

Now I wished I had fucked her pussy in her senior year. Amy and I were serious about our engagement. Fucking Sally now? Maybe not so good. So I kept the conversation going for a bit and then said good bye. Little did I know what was about to happen.

Amy knew I had to stay and organize the college computer files that night after work. It was long overdue, so she had arranged a girl’s night out, telling me she would let me work and spread her legs for me over the weekend.

I had been working for only one hour  when Sally came in, stripping ever so slowly, confessing as she undressed that she had wanted to fuck me forever.

I pleaded with her to stop. I had a girlfriend. We were going to get engaged. Sally, however, was adamant. She told me that all she wanted was to suck and fuck my cock. No worries, she said. She just wanted me to fuck her.

Oh, man. So there I was, my seven inch penis pumping Sally’s pussy from behind, her buttcheeks wobbling like marshmellows, and Amy called me on her mobile. I answered as I fucked Sally and Amy told me her girlfriend had cancelled. Was I okay? Yes, I answered, humping Sally, I was. Overworked, but fine. She should go home. I would be there shortly.

I hung up, switching holes, Sally’s butthole, Sally’s pussy, Sally’s butthole, Sally’s pussy and so on. Until I heard Amy’s voice in the hallway outside. Gee wiz, she was here.

Sally and I clothed real quick. Sally ended up under my desk, giving me a fantastic blowjob, as Amy walked in, telling me she had to come here just to relieve my tension. She needed a college fuck, she claimed.

I had never felt so afraid and so horny at the same time. Sally really worked my dickie, deepthroating it. I tried my best to pretend to work. Amy asked me why I was not standing up to greet her. I told her that my legs were tired. When she heard Sally’s sloppy blowjobbing noises under my desk, Sally moaning and raving about what a great penis I had, Amy’s face dropped an inch. Sally literally pushed me out of my seat and into a standing position. There I was, Sally sucking my cock and Amy watching it. Total confusion. I enjoyed the fellatio, but feared the worst, closing my eyes. Gosh, Sally sucked so well. Amy sucked well, too. Who would I choose?

I feared losing Amy, until I opened my eyes after feeling two female tongues circling my shaft.

“What the…” I spat.

“Shut up and let us fuck you,” they said in unison. “We planned this all along.”

I laughed, happy to now have to cocksuckers at my feet, not just one.

We now all live together, but that is a totally different story.

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