"Uhh, uhhh, uhhh!" she gasped, pumping her hips, rubbing her hot cunt hard against his touching. Camilla was drunk, but not too drunk to realize that what was happening might help her out of her academic predicament. Surely her teacher wasn't going to flunk a girl who was making him feel so good!

"Ohhh, Mr. Anderson, you make me feel so funny!" Cammy found the zipper of his slacks and jerked it down. Her long, white fingers snaked into the tangle of his skivvies and pulled his cock free. She had him in her hand now, all seven or eight inches. He felt huge, and his cock as thick as an ax handle. She jacked the skin of his prick, remembering how Ralph had liked it. Mr. Anderson did too.

"Camilla! You'd better stop that… ohhhhhhhhh!"

Cammy remembered how Ralph's cock had started throbbing just before his cum had spurted out. Mr. Anderson's prick was doing that right now! She looked down at his swollen cock-head. It was a purplish blue and the veins of his cock-shaft stuck out. Cammy jerked his cock-skin up and down.

"Stop that!" Mr. Anderson said.

"Don't you like it?" Cammy pouted.

"Yes… no! Damn it, girl, get your hands off me."

"But you're gonna come!" Cammy said, watching the droplet of hot cream drip onto Mr. Anderson's pants. "You don't want to stop now, or it might kill you!"

"You've got to stop!" Mr. Anderson still grasped her wrist, but he wasn't pulling her hand away. Camilla squeezed her fingers around his bulging cock-tip and let the pressure off. Squeezing and releasing, she watched another drop of cum make a long string as it fell to the floor between Mr. Anderson's shoes.

"Goddamn!" he groaned, letting Cammy's wrist go. She jacked him furiously now, her grey eyes wide as she watched the hot, white spurts leap out onto the desk, the chair, Mr. Anderson's pants. His cum was flying everywhere, and as she tried to aim his cock away from herself, one jet formed a loop in the air and sailed downwards.