return to the classrom

The sight of Mrs. Anderson spreading her ass for you is too much to resist, and you head back up the passageway to the supply closet. Checking the hallways to make sure the coast is clear, you dart back to Mrs. Anderson's classroom, and close the door behind you. "Ooh, John," Mrs. Anderson croons. "I'm ready." She has a hand between her legs, and is spreading pussy juice around her asshole. Her sphincter is opened slightly: she must have fingered it a little bit loose while you were on your way here. Thinking back to what you saw on the camera, you realize that she likes it a little rough, so you look around for something on her desk to be rough with. You see an apple that some geek brought in for her (lots of high school boys are smitten by Mrs. Anderson's smoking body). You grab the apple, tell Mrs. Anderson to open her mouth, and then shove the apple as far into it as you can, spreading her mouth wide, like the apple in a roasted pig's mouth. Appropriate, you think, because you are about
to make her squeal. There are other implements, a clipboard on her desk, a ruler at the chalkboard, but you settle with your t-shirt, which Mrs. Anderson had been smelling while she rubbed herself. You put the shirt over Mrs. Anderson's head, then bunch all the loose fabric into your hand, so that the shirt acts like a kind of tight cloth bag over Mrs. Anderson's head. You pull her head back with it, showing you her face, the shirt tightly stretched across it so that you can see the outline of her cheeks and nose and the apple jammed in her mouth. She is still spreading her ass cheeks for you with her hands, and you guide your dick to the her little, slightly opened asshole with your free hand. As you stab your cock into her, you find that she probably could have loosened herself a little more. Her ass is tight and constricting, but with the help of her pussy juices which so liberally ring it you are able to push in. Mrs. Anderson starts to squeal, her ass on fire from the stretching of your cock.
You wonder how much this hurts; it sounds like she's really screaming, though it's pretty muffled through the apple and the shirt. She does not let go of her ass or try to stop you, though, and if anything, she pulls her ass cheeks further apart, allowing you to shove your cock deeper into her. "Yeah," you tell her, "you love this cock in you." You keep thrusting, and hard, as you talk to her. "You're a dirty pig, a dirty squealing sow." She is still making the strange half scream and squealing noise, as you **** your cock through her tight hole and deep into her ass. "You want to be fucked in the mud, don't you?" You pull back on the shirt, stretching her neck back as far as it will go. "You want me to fuck this ass so hard you have trouble sitting down for days." You grab her shoulder with your free hand and really start banging her, hitting her into the desk and fucking her ass until you cum inside it. You pull out and pull the shirt off Mrs. Anderson's head. She lies whimpering on the desk,
and says, "that was the best fuck of my life, John."