Free Emotion in Motion: An Erotic Anthology by Kristen Thomas Page A

and
she was breathing heavily causing her breasts to move in an entrancing
pattern.  I rolled her nipple between my thumb and the pads of my fingers
drawing a small yelp from her.  Her legs clasped behind my back and her heels
dug into the muscles in my butt with each thrust.  My breathing was coming in
short pants and she seemed to sense I was close.
     
    “Come on
my face,” she purred between panting breaths.
     
    A few
thrusts later I couldn’t hold back any longer.  I pulled out, grabbed her hair,
and pulled her head close so I could shoot stream after stream of cum all over
her face.   Globs of semen hit her closed eyelids, her nose, and across her
painted lips.  When I finished the last few spurts, she pushed me away and
grabbed her dildo off the floor where it had fallen when she dashed over to
me.  She shoved the dildo in her pussy and pulled my head against her beautiful
breasts.
     
    “Bite
me,” she demanded.  “Bite my nipples.”
     
    I bit
her lightly.
     
    “Harder,”
she growled.
     
    I bit
her harder and she squealed.  Her stomach started to spasm rhythmically.  She
pushed my head away from her nipples.
     
    “Watch,”
she said, nodding in the direction of the giant dildo pistoning in and out of
her sopping pussy.
     
    I looked
down just as she pulled the dildo completely out of her pussy and she squirted
all over.  She came so hard she squirted several times and managed to soak the
entire front of my trousers and there was a puddle around her ass on the rug. 
Her body continued to twitch and spasm for a few minutes while a bright red
flush appeared across her gorgeous breasts.
     
    “Thanks,”
she said breathlessly, reaching out to fondle my drained cock.

 
    Hayley
and the Headmaster

 
    Haley
walked into my study with a sheepish grin on her face.
     
    “You
wanted to see me, Headmaster?” she asked quietly.
     
    “Please
have a seat, Haley.”
     
    It was
difficult to maintain my composure.  The rumors flying through the teacher’s
lounge were detailed enough to give a man of any age wet dreams.  In fact, it
had been Jacqueline, her English teacher, who had sent her to the office after
an uncharacteristically rude encounter.
     
    “Is
there something wrong?” Haley asked.
     
    “I
should think so,” I replied, the strain of keeping a lecherous smile off my
face was intense.  “Would you care to explain yourself?”
     
    “I don’t
know what you want to know,” she replied coyly.
     
    “Really?”
I drawled.  “I find that interesting.”
     
    “Honestly,
Sir, I‘m not sure what I can tell you.”
     
    “Why
don’t you start with where you were yesterday afternoon?”
     
    The
color drained from her face and she looked down at her shoes.   I waited
patiently for a moment and I was just about to prompt her when she looked up
directly into my eyes.
     
    “I was
in the village,” she said softly.
     
    “What
were you doing down in the village?” I asked, encouraging her to share the
details.
     
    “Is it
against the rules to go down into the village?”
     
    “Absolutely
not,” I replied quickly, “but as Headmaster I do have the right to know what
you were doing there, though.  So, without any further stalling, Haley, I
expect you to tell me what happened yesterday afternoon in the village.”
     
    “I was
just spending some time with friends,” she hedged.
     
    “Nonsense,”
I exploded.  “You were seen in the village square being inappropriate with a
group of local village boys.  If you won’t tell me what happened, I will be
forced to notify your parents.”
     
    “Please
don’t tell my parents,” she whimpered.  “I’ll tell you whatever you want to
know.”
     
    “What
were you doing in the village yesterday?” I asked in a low tone.
     
    “I was
making some money.”
     
    “How?” I
asked, a quick shot of adrenaline running through my stomach.
     
    “The
boys in the village offered to pay me for quick peeks at