Yep, I'd say that's a fair descriptor. The kind of horniness that wasn't going to dissipate and leave my body in peace unless something was done about it.
I looked over at my boyfriend as he slept soundly beside me. For a moment I thought about waking him up and initiating some middle of the night action. But deep down I knew that after the few minutes of giving his best I still wouldn't be satisfied. Instinctively my right hand reached down and started massaging my clit.
My mind replayed the glorious moment when Jake had pulled out his gigantic dick in front of me. Did he realise that hours later I'd be lying in bed masturbating over it? I knew it was wrong to masturbate over one of my students, but it wasn't like I was fantasising about fucking him...
... But then I realised my legs were spread wide open as my pussy screamed out to be filled. Filled with more dick than it had ever taken before...
... It wasn't that I wanted to have sex with Jake. It was just that I wanted to have his penis inside, to feel that big, hot dick of his throbbing inside me until it could take no more and explode inside me...
... My left hand was now teasing my nipples as my right hand continued to play with my labia. I was getting close now, very close...
... How would Jake be fucking me if he was here with me right now? He wouldn't be gentle, he'd be pounding his teacher's tight little pussy like there was no tomorrow. He'd be using me like a piece of meat, only caring about his own satisfaction, even though he'd be giving me exactly what I was craving. Oh god, he'd be shagging me within an inch of my life just like he promised....
... I gasped as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me a sweaty, panting mess. And beside me my boyfriend slept, unaware that I'd just climaxed a hundred times harder than he'd ever made me.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, trying to deny that I was obsessed with one of my student's dick. A very unhealthy obsession that I needed to get over.
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