Sex Stories novel Chapter 37

The man grabbed the girl by the hips and wedged himself between her legs. In a kiss, he laid her down on the table and grabbed her legs below her knees.

The great head of his penis rested against the virgin entrance. The teacher put his cock in a small hole and began to push it insistently into the girl's gut.

His excitement was eased a bit by the impending invasion. The girl grabbed him by the shoulders with her hands and began to listen to her sensations. The man thrust his hips hard and covered the baby's mouth with a cry.

"Hush ..." A hot breath burned her cheek, as her imperious lips finally released her once innocent mouth from cruel captivity. "Now everything will pass, bear with me."

His words were filled with a trembling unease that did not fit in any way with the image the student was used to. This domineering and somewhat cruel man. Recently, he slapped her mouth with an impressive cock, and now he softly whispered consolations into her ear. Like a parent calming a frightened baby. The master himself did not understand how this could be. But the feelings that overwhelmed him in that very moment possessed him, taking away all his will without a trace.

A trickle of warm blood flowed from the girl's crotch, slowly trickling down to her thighs, as the teacher pulled a bit out of her, giving her a chance to catch her breath. He understood how important this moment was and how sensitive the damaged area was now. It became a necessity to be kind.

The fiery eyes of the young beauty, dazed with overexcitement, now gazed at him with concern and supplication. "More!" They yelled.

"Please..." She whispered with bitten lips.

She shouldn't have asked him twice, and he wouldn't have let her. The penis again, without less pleasure, entered the hot meat. The teacher, trying not to press, was in no hurry to go deeper, but the girl did it for him. Exhausted by her impatience and thrusting on her hips, she allowed him to enter fully, choking on a growing sob.

Pain, mixed with a trembling bliss of pleasure, spilled honey over her body, rising from the edge of her groin to her stomach. "More, more, I want more." She screamed with all of her being, and she didn't dare resist. A deep growl came from the tightly clenched jaw of the restraining man, sending a new round of chills to accelerate the demanding thrusts. The pace was picking up.

"Why are you holding yourself back?" He grunted roughly, inserting long fingers into his favorite curls, squeezing them. "I want to hear what you like, I want you to complain!"

Embarrassed, she finally gave herself up. She let the leaking sound fill the empty room. It had gotten easier. Her screams intoxicated her, turning the man on at the same time. His knees trembled as slim legs wrapped around a hot, wet torso. Something incomprehensible, something great was growing in her. Something that she could not account for in any way.

It seemed a bit more, and the countdown would end, covering her with a new unknown wave. Not daring to resist her primordial strength, the girl sank her fingers harder into his broad back. She no longer caresses, she counts his vertebrae, furtively caressing his neck. And she biting into his own flesh, sharply sinking the nails of a new manicure. He was in pain, sure. This pain, as before, bordered on unprecedented pleasure. This was also evidenced by his head thrown back.

"I... I can't take it anymore..." She moaned angrily, feeling herself choke on the new sensations hitting her. Sinking, shaking finely.

"No, no, no, it is not necessary." He said softly, taking her sharp chin with two fingers and lifting it, forcing her to stand. “We will act differently. Turn around."

The first questioning look was replaced by a slight fright. "What is he going to do?" Blushing, apparently, to the tips of her ears, the girl still obeyed.

"Okay, smart girl." He continued gently, crawling with demanding hands under her clothing, gently stroking her belly. "You are a good girl, aren't you?" The answer was a slight nod.

His strong-willed hands slid gently over her stomach, counting her ribs. They rose higher, touching the juicy tubercles of her young breasts, hidden by her hated bra. And how could he allow this? Why didn't he rip it off before? The teacher himself didn't know the answer to this question, or maybe he just didn't want to think about it.

One of his hands was lying on her back, unbuttoning the hated thing, when the other with two fingers was already grabbing her swollen nipple, rubbing it gently. A languid sigh escaped the beautiful woman's lips and her eyes closed involuntarily.

"You're so sweet..." He whispered fervently into her ear, after running his demanding tongue over her neck, lightly touching her earlobe.

The answer for him was only a new moan, already bolder, asking, in which embarrassment could be faintly discerned. Taking advantage of her lack of understanding and relaxation, the man slid his free hand down her back, barely touching her skin, thus causing a swarm of pleasant chills. Under all these harmless caresses, the girl could not read the hidden threat. Perhaps because of her inexperience, or perhaps because of something else that she herself did not know.