She touched his dick, using it to tug him closer, pressing the crown to her puffy, swollen slit.
At the feel of her slick, bare pussy against his dick, Mr. Muran shuddered before her. His eyes rolled back and he clung to her so tight, as if trying to find some measure of restraint to resist, but coming up with none.
“I shouldn’t,” was all he muttered, but he did. He did it so deliciously, sinking that dick into her tight little cunny. The fourth man that day, but the most special by far.
His shaft throbbed so thickly, and he moaned aloud with excitement, unable to helping rocking his hips, giving her a first pump of his dick as he struggled to continue kissing her amid their first fucking.
Oh, she was so tender, and it caused her to gasp and retreat a little, but she was hooked into the desk, holding herself against him as much as she could as he pushed that throbbing shaft into her. He was such a beautiful, masculine specimen, and it was all happening so fast, but she didn’t care.
She couldn’t wait another second for him, her entire body filled with so much lust, her mind hazed with love.
His shirt slipped from his shoulders and hung from his elbows as he began to pump into her more regularly. His hips working, that round ass of his rising as his abs tensed and undulated. He was fucking her with such raw passion, because he wanted her and had for some time.
All the while she saw that beautiful male physique of his rock into her, his pace grew, his hands grasping a hold of her thigh and breast, pressing her back to the desk as he grew more and more insatiable.
“Fuck I’ve never felt so good in all my life,” he choked out in a groan that made his body shudder.
She leaned back fully on the desk, her back pressed into his papers as he grabbed her thighs, equally pulling her into him and thrusting into her. Each smack brought a little gasp of pain, but she couldn’t help but want more, to feel him so fully, into the hidden depths of her body.
“Mr. Muran,” she moaned, her skirt flipped up over her stomach.
He groaned so lewdly, his face contorted with overwhelming pleasure as the sounds of their fucking filled the classroom. The same place she’d spent so many years learning under him, now she was pinned beneath him, taking his cock in deep.
Her breasts jiggled before him, each new hammer thrust of his dick making her chest ripple. He forced his eyes open to watch that delicious motion as best he could, though it only heightened his own arousal, made him tremble, his dick swell and spurt pre.
“I dunno how much longer I can last,” he groaned out, the pleasure such a strain on his body. He was racked by the sensations.
And though she wanted it to last so much longer, to feel him riding into her so deeply, it was hard for her to fight her own need. The fact that she was so sore, of course, but also her desire to see him pleased. To watch his face contort in ecstasy and feel him pound into her, battering against her depths.
She squealed at the thought, as he tugged her closer again, her large breasts bouncing with every thrust as she was only able to make out a strained, “Yess!”
Her teacher fucked her harder, even if his motions grew more haphazard and uneven. He was losing control of even himself as his pleasure mounted, spiralling towards his end as he pounded her just-recently-virginal cunny.
“I can’t pull out!” he choked out the words before burying himself into her, jamming his shaft right in to the depths of her pussy and blowing his load against her fertile womb. It was intense, for him and her, and though he didn’t know he wasn’t the first to do so that day, to her he felt like the first to truly matter.
He bucked and spasmed atop her, thrusting his cock a little more as he pumped out all he had into her raw, unprotected little pussy.
The heels of her hands dug into the desk as she cried out, her body on fire with the intense sensation as she gasped for air. He felt so amazing, and she forced herself to watch as his face contorted with pleasure, because of her. Because of her body.
It was a high, and she wouldn’t soon forget that look he gave her once he settled, his gaze holding hers so intensely.
* * *
Months later, it was still etched in her mind.
The entire summer had been spent together, her teacher he remained. Instructing her on how to handle the duties for her new position. Instructing her on how to be a good lover.
School was set to start, and as instructed, she showed up bright and early to get things ready with him. Though most of their prep time was taken up in other things.
Cradling her continually swelling belly between her knees, she knelt before him, his dick in her mouth as he looked down at her, moaning and quivering as his hands stroked her hair.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he told her, petting her, coaxing her alone. He’d been teaching her to be such a pro at sucking dick, and she’d gotten so damn good at it. “Such a good girl,” he approved through in his moaning voice, forcing his eyes open once more to watch her suckle upon his stiff prick.
She had no way of knowing who’s baby it was inside of her, but in her heart she felt it was his, completely.
She ran the tip of her tongue along the lining just beneath his crown before diving back further down his cock, feeling him press against the back of her throat. It was a feeling and a sensation she relished, and with each passing day, she enjoyed it just a little bit more.
It was easier, now. He didn’t leave anything to guess work, simply told her what she needed, and she always obliged him. It was what she lived for, was happy to do, and her every motion spoke to that passion she still had for him.