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“So badly Amy,” he said, his other hand sliding back from her hip to her ass just a little, stroking the curve of that ample backside as he fondled her breast in the front. “I thought I could resist, but… seeing you now,” his eyes flashed wide. “I need you,” he stated firm, his voice so rough with lust. “I need to know what it’s like inside you.”
She couldn’t believe her ears. Her heart was racing, so much excitement and affection bubbling over. Those other men, the ones who had touched her, sullied her, given her such thrills and pleasure, they were all different.
Mr. Muran was the one who could make her belly flip and her breath catch in her throat, and she stared up at him, stunned for such a long few seconds before she brazenly pushed her mouth to his.
He grasped her tight then, their lips mingling, his tongue shoving past her lips to fence with hers. His hand slid down around her ass then up in under her skirt to touch her bare ass. He helped lift her that bit of extra height to add in their making out, though it wasn’t long before her ravenous teacher tugged at her shirt in his excitement, popping the buttons apart to free her heavy tits and squeeze that supple mound within, letting his fingers sink into its young flesh.
She squeezed herself against him, her entire body rubbing against his as she kissed him harder, more passionately. For years she’d fantasized about what he’d taste like, how he would kiss, and though her own touches were a bit more furtive and much less refined, there was a desire there that exceeded his own.
Fingers moved to his neck, arms wrapped about his as she pressed her heavy breast into his palm.
She’d fucked three men that day, the only three men she’d ever screwed. But then at the end, her teacher, her true and greatest crush, was grasping her, holding her so tight, his hands upon her bare flesh as he kneaded her breast and squeezed her ass.
Their mouths intertwined for so long, tongues lashing against one another again, and again. Until finally, he broke away and looked down over her exposed chest, the tanlines that showed her pale tits meeting her sunkissed flesh.
Without warning, he began to pull off his jacket, loosen his tie.
“I need to have you, Amy. Right now,” he said as he pulled open his shirt, showing his lean muscled chest, peppered with dark brown hair. He was so hard, the bulge seemed to threaten to burst through his trousers.
Her eyes widened, drinking him all in with such thirst for him, for his body, and her hands went to his exposed chest eagerly. With her other lovers, she’d been soft, slow. Like an object to be used, that derived pleasure from obedience.
But with him, her curiosity and longing had burned within her for so many years, she couldn’t hold back her desire to explore him, fingertips running along his chest, over his hair, such reverence there.
He wasn’t as big and muscular as Mr. Kerny, but he was lean and hard, his body felt so cool beneath her fingers, and she watched as he undid his belt and lowered his pants. The bulge in his underwear prominent.
“C’mon,” he said and pushed his exam papers from his desk, making room for her as he guided her there to sit. “I need you so bad, Amy,” he said heatedly.
She’d only lost her virginity earlier that day, but already she was learning. Or, perhaps, she simply wanted him so badly that she instinctually knew what to do, and she brought her fingertips to that bulge. Her legs spread atop his desk, her sweet pussy kissing his wood as her school skirt rose up over her hips, exposing that red, flush little slit.
Mr. Muran groaned lewdly as she rubbed at his cock through his cotton underwear, and he chased her lips, kissing at her madly as she reached in and pulled his manhood free. He was so thick and hard, his dick throbbing with its veiny length heated and stiff as timber.
“You have no idea how badly I have been wanting to do this with you, Amy,” he said, sliding one hand up her thigh, lifting her skirt to expose her bare pussy below, the other fondling her thick, young tit, hefting its impressive weight. “I’ve fantasized about having you atop this very desk every day for so long,” he said in a deep husk.
She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t.
There was no way she could easily accept that he was as enamoured with her as she was with him, but it didn’t matter. She clumsily stroked him, her motions so beguiling in her naivety as she squirmed atop his desk.
She was splayed before him, her swollen pussy red with need, and she tilted her head back as he kissed lower over her throat.
“Mr. Muran,” she whimpered. “Me too!”
That confession of hers made him moan, the low sound becoming a growl almost as he bit and kissed his way down her neck, making his way toward her twin tits. Those two heavy jugs the object of his affection then as he lifted one and suckled at it hungrily, prolonguing the entry of his manhood into her pussy that much achingly longer.
His hungry mouth made that mound of flesh jiggle as he suckled her sensitive teat. He’d not been the first to do it that very day, but when he did it was somehow more special.
And not just for how he swirled around the crowned top, the ease in which he suckled her to fullness. It was the affection, the true desire beneath it. To him, she wasn’t just a woman following her mother’s shadow, but her own person.
Her fingers went to his hair, pressing him into her soft breast harder as she ground atop the table, filled with such wanton lust. She was making a mess, her pussy juices staining the desk, but it didn’t matter to either of them.
Her teacher was touching her, tasting her! And she could feel his manhood throb so excitedly for her, spurting its slick precum in anticipation of when he’d finally slide into her raw pussy. The two of them were quivering with anticipation for that moment, but Mr. Muran was insatiable for her tits.
He switched from one teat to the other, suckling that to full stiffness and making her mewl and squeal in the process. It was only after a long, enthusiastic suckling that he at last pulled away and gently guided her back.
“I need to be inside you Amy,” and his eyes went over her, drifted on down to see the sight of her bare little pussy, not even her panties covering those puffy red lips, so sore from the three other men who had pumped and fucked it that day.
And though she was tender, there was
nothing that could make her want for him less. The heels of her maryjanes lifted, hooking into the desk as her soft ass moved forward, bringing her pussy just off of the desk as she looked at him with such animal lust.
