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Mr. Harris (29 yrs.) is the high school physical education teacher who stands at 6-feet. He has bushy-black-hair and a thick, but trimmed mustache. He works hard on being professional who never wears revealing clothes. It’s because of his very thick cock which reaches 10-inches when erect. He wears long-wide, boxer shorts. His pants and jeans are tailor-made to fit loose around the crotch area. Even his gym sweats are two sizes larger.
He works-out in the student gym long after school hours. He never showers alongside the students. It’s to avoid gossip about his body.
Charlene (19 yrs.) is a blonde (35-24-35) who is a former high school cheerleader. She struck up a friendship with Mr. Harris during her senior year. That friendship blossomed into a crush she had on him. He saw it as nothing who has a complicated relationship with his ex-wife.
Charlene is a sophomore at a local university who has returned home during mid-terms. Her brother Cal is a senior at the high school. She picks him up after his last class. It’s snowing heavily.
Mr. Harris sits inside of his office at school the next day. His iPhone lights up with a “Text” message. It’s from “Charlene.” A video pop’s up too. He looks closer and it’s him who is naked.
He presses the “play” button. He watches himself drying off with a towel. It’s inside the school locker-room after taking a shower. The video zooms in on his long-swinging-cock. It ends after 30 seconds.
Mr. Harris angrily punches in the phone number and puts it to his ear.
CHARLENE: Hello, Mr. Harris.
MR. HARRIS: Is this Charlene?
CHARLENE: Yes, it is.
MR. HARRIS: What the Hell? Who took this video of me?
CHARLENE: My brother Cal. He’s gay.
MR. HARRIS: ümraniye escort Did he put it on the internet? Because I can sue him.
CHARLENE: No, he didn’t.
MR HARRIS: This isn’t funny.
CHARLENE: You don’t remember me, do you? I was a cheerleader, last year, at the school.
MR HARRIS: No, I don’t remember you.
CHARLENE: You told me to come back – one year later.
MR. HARRIS: Wait…. Charlene…. The blonde cheerleader?
CHARLENE: That’s me.
MR HARRIS: I’m getting back with my ex-wife. I don’t want any complications.
CHARLENE: I go back to college after break. No complications at all.
MR HARRIS: Just a one-night-stand?
CHARLENE: I’ll get a room at the motel. Near the high school.
MR HARRIS: Next Friday… Maybe…. I’ll call you.
CHARLENE: Sure, Mr. Harris.
His memory returns and he did tell Charlene to come back in a year. He wanted her to experience boys her own age. Now, she’s back.
He says, “Yeah, that hot blonde cheerleader.”
It’s Friday night and the heavy snow falls.
Outside of motel room 100 which is on the bottom floor. Snow covers the brushes in front of the room. The curtains are closed, but the middle has a small opening. The lights shine from inside.
Derrick (18 yrs.) is a blonde football player. He stands in front of the window looking inside. His jeans are unzipped under the winter coat. He’s been stroking his 6-inch cock while watching Mr. Harris fuck this blonde.
He says, “That’s it, Mr. Harris. Give it to her. Give her that monster cock.”
Inside the Motel Room.
The naked bodies of Mr. Harris and Charlene are on the bed. She is bent over the edge with both legs escort ümraniye spread open. Her hands grip the bed sheets as the blonde hair falls over the face. He leans over those firm butt-cheeks with both hands pressing down upon her lower back.
His massive cock is buried only halfway inside of her blonde pussy. It’s because he’s so thick.
Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.
Charlene screams, “MR. HARRIS.. I WAITED.. I-WAITED.. A-FUCKING-YEAR.!!”
He keeps watching his cock and replies, “Was-it-Worth-it-Baby?”
Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.
She screams again, “YES-YES… YESSSS… MR. HARRIS… YESSS.!!”
He says, “Ooooohh-Yeahh… Ooooohh… Fucking-Hot.”
Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.
She screams, “I-CAME-AGAIN… CAME-AGAIN… YOU-FEEL-SO-GOOD… GOOD.!!”
Back Outside the Motel Room.
Derrick keeps stroking his cock under the coat. He looks at her face and smiles.
He says, “He’s making her scream… I know her. Shit, she was a cheerleader… Mr. Harris is fucking the blonde cheerleader.”
Back Inside the Motel Room.
The eyes of Mr. Harris never leave his steel pole.
Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.
She screams, “MR. HARRIS… MR…. HARRISSS…. MR… DON’T-STOP.!!”
He doesn’t and it is so damn hot.
Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.
She keeps screaming, “YES-YES… YES-MR-HARRIS… YESSSSSS.!!”
He slowly pulls out and turns around. He walks over to the couch and pulls it from the wall. His right hand wipes the sweat from the forehead and shakes his bushy hair.
He says, “My turn baby. Bend over the arm-chair.”
Charlene climbs off the bed and staggers ümraniye escort bayan to the couch. She bends over as her butt-cheeks lift up into the air.
Mr. Harris grips his shaft and pushes the cock-tip inside of her blondness. He goes halfway in and stops.
He whispers, “Close your legs and cross your ankles.”
She does it.
Thrust…. Thrust…. Thrust…. Thrust.
She’s so hot and the sensations cover his cock.
He suddenly stops and grunts, “Shit-Shit.. Can’t-Hold-It.. I-Can’t.!!”
He pushes in one last time and explodes, “SSSHH-IIITT.. SHIIIIIIIITT.. SSSHIIIIIITT.. OH-SHITTT.!!”
Back Outside the Motel Room.
30 minutes later. Derrick ducks down as car headlights flash over the motel room. He stands back up and takes a drink from a can of beer. He looks inside and smiles.
He can see Mr. Harris standing naked in front of the bed. His head is thrown back with the mouth dropped open. Charlene sits naked on the bed. Her left hand grips his thick shaft. Her right hand holds a “Clear Pussy Stimulator.” It covers his engorged cock-tip. She strokes that tip and the sensitive modules bring him sensations.
Derrick says, “Damn, Mr. Harris. You got a fucking third-leg.”
Back Inside the Motel Room.
Charlene looks up and smiles, “You like that?”
He jerks his head back and forth.
He moans, “Ooooohh-Yeahh. Oooooohh-Fuck-Yeah.”
She keeps stroking that tip.
He responds, “Fuck… I-I found this stimulator for me. Fuuuckk.”
She says, “I got control over you now.”
He replies, “Shit, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Her hand begins to twist the stimulator over the cock-tip.
He flinches, “Ohhhh-Shit… Shit.!”
Twist-Twist-Twist-Twist.
He grunts, “Shit-Keep-Going… Keep-Going.”
Twist-Twist-Twist-Twist-Twist.
He looks down, “Shit, here it cums.!!”
Twist-Twist.
He explodes, “Ohhhhh… Shiitt… Sssssh-iiiittt… Shiiiiiiiitt… Shiiiiiitt… That-Was-Good.!”
His sperm had squirted inside the stimulator.
Mr. Harris drops to his knees.
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