Another hard-on

"Yes, Paul? What is it now?" the exasperated woman asked. She wanted nothing more than to find a quiet place and finger her pussy. Playing with her student's plus-sized cock had her mind swimming and her twat boiling inside her spandex leggings. She turned back to him to see what could possibly be the problem now. After all, she had just taken what felt like a quart of his seed into her stomach.

"It's.. it's not going down, ma'am," he said quietly as he looked first to his beautiful phys. ed. teacher, then to his bloated cock.

"My God, Paul! No wonder you can't wear gym shorts! You've got a perpetual hardon!" the married teacher exclaimed, trying not to stare at his still-wet dick as it wobbled before her in the air.

"It isn't always like this," Paul managed to stammer. "It's just . . you're so beautiful and sexy, as I looked at you as you turned away, I.. I got excited all over again."

"You really think an older lady like me is sexy?" his teacher asked, cocking her head and placing her hands just above the leggings' waistband, on her bare chiselled hips. She couldn't help but smile at his innocence.

Paul blushed. "Yes, miss."

"I'm a married woman and your teacher. Do you think your thoughts are appropriate? And if you do, what more do you want me to do about them, Paul?" the spandex-clad beauty asked, more to herself than to her student.