Robert Vickers
Spreading for teacher
CHAPTER ONE
Fawn snuggled closer when she felt Jack's hand straying up along her leg. The touch was electric. It made her come completely alive. Never in her fifteen years had she felt so stimulated, so sophisticated and grown up.
The man actually wanted her!
She felt the telltale dampening of her pussy. It was beginning to ooze out her inner oils in a way totally new to her. This was what it was like to be really turned on.
"Oh, Jack, your hand… it's so niiice!" she cooed.
"Yeah, almost as nice as the skin underneath it, I bet." He continued to explore her lithe, young body. Her tits wiggled around like jelly on a plate.
Her hand covered his and pressed down firmly. She wanted more than his hand exploring the moist area between her slender legs. She wanted his long, hard cock driving deep into her. She wanted that more than anything else in the world.
"Are you just going to sample me or are you going to really get it on?" she asked him, her breath husky. It was getting harder for her to keep the tremor of her blossoming sexuality from entering her tone. She wanted so desperately to impress him. He must never think that she was a virgin. But there was no way of keeping that knowledge from him later – when she was in the throes of intense passion, his body pressing lustily down into hers, his cock probing for her innermost reaches.
Then he'd know and then she'd get his cock and it would be super. That was what mattered. The teenager didn't want her history teacher to ever know the nervousness she felt, the way she had almost approached him again and again, only to chicken out at the last instant.
A man like this wanted his women to be women. One hundred percent, and not a bit less. Fawn would deliver for her handsome teacher. She'd give him everything a man could possibly want.
Her tender young body was his for the taking.
"Umm," she said, "This is so biiig!" She felt his trembling prick. It was firehose-big under her fingers and throbbing. She was the one exciting him – her! A fifteen-year-old was getting a stud like him all hot and bothered!
She began stroking up and down the solid shaft of cock. He groaned deep in his throat.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" she hastily asked, afraid he was in pain for some reason.
"Pain? Hell, no, darling. I love the feel of your hand on my prick. Start squeezing down a little harder. Yeah, oh yeah! That's exactly the way I love it!"
She swallowed hard. His hand was beginning a slow, agonizing approach up her inner thigh toward her naked pussy. His hand moved like thick syrup on her satiny skin. The skin prickled and tingled in response to his deft fingers. Her cunt was watering from being so near to such an expert cocksman. He was a lover, first class. He knew exactly how to treat a woman.
She shuddered as his hand approached her snatch. He didn't make a wild grab for her cunt like so many of the high school kids she'd been out with. None of them would ever get in bed with her. She was saving herself for this man. And it was worth it. He was showing her all the tricks. Turning her into a sex-starved bitch, he was going to fuck her all night long.
He was that good.
"Oh, please, please, darling, go on! Stick it in!" she breathed.
"Not yet. I want to make sure of my territory. You wouldn't want me to rush into this, would you?"
She didn't.
His hand was too heavenly for her to argue. Yet, yet she wanted his steel-hard prick jammed hard between her legs and all the way up her juicy, virgin cunt. She hadn't been saving herself for just anyone – she had lain awake nights wondering how it would be this first time.
She was finding out.
The teenage girl wiggled lower so that his hand was pressed firmly into her pussy lips. An electric charge surged throughout her body. Her spine arched at the light touch. Fucking couldn't be as great as this – it just couldn't be!
She knew it would be better.
"Hurry! I can't wait for your cock to be straining hard inside me!"
"You're a hot one, aren't you, doll? Just hang loose and enjoy this and I'll give you the fucking of your life!"
There was no way he could fail to deliver. Her cunt was already flooding with her love juice. Her entire body was tense and expectant. She was waiting for his cock.
"Umm, your hand is so close, so, soooooo, ohhhh!"
She sucked in her breath as his fingers began gently fondling her cuntlips. He grasped one of her sex lips and ran his fingers along the greasy flap of skin. The electric jolts smashing into her body made her come close to blacking out. Her world swam wildly around her as he continued to stimulate her pussy lips and slowly work his way toward her cunt.
"Please hurry! I… I can't stand much more!"
"Go on, then, and come!" He punctuated his words with a sudden stab of his finger up her twat. The intrusion of his finger up her cunt wasn't anything like she thought it would be.
She'd masturbated a lot. She thought she knew all her body's reactions. But she was even more excited by his lewd gesture.
"Liked it, didn't you? More's on its way," he promised.
She was breathing hard now. Her lungs felt as if they would explode under the strain and her heart throbbed like a thing gone wild. The sandpaper in her lungs as she breathed was rapidly forgotten when she felt soft lips closing on the very tip of her left tit.
The man's wet, sucking lips demanded all her attention. His finger lingering near her cunt was almost a secondary sensation to her now, so great was the feeling he generated at her tit. He was expert at sucking. She didn't doubt that for a second.
His tongue lashed out and into the soft mound of titflesh. She knew instantly as he began working the rock-hard nubbin of her nipple around in circles with his tongue. The roughness of his tongue made her catch her breath.
But it was the sucking that turned her on the most. He pulled the tiny mound of nipple into his mouth and sucked even harder. She felt a pounding in her tit.
"Your mouth! Oh, it's goooood! My tit is burning up! I love itttt!"
He didn't answer. He was too busy with the succulent treat of her cherry-sized nipple. Pulling her nipple all the way between his teeth, he gently nibbled on her flesh.
She screamed, arched her back and had her first man-induced orgasm.
There was no way she could describe the wild, sensual feelings ripping through her young body.
"More, give me mooore!" she demanded. "Your mouth feels like fire on my boob!"
His tongue lanced out and tried to suffocate her nipple in the soft flesh of her boob. He pressed firmly down until the hard little tip was almost completely surrounded by the marshmallowy jug.
She silently reveled in the fact she was so well-developed. She may have been only fifteen but her tits hinted at a girl years older. Even her hips were wide enough to give the impression of a girl seventeen or eighteen. That was only one of the things that had gotten this handsome stud of a teacher into bed with her.
She stroked his head as he continued to nuzzle and suck at her tit. His long, black hair flowed like silk under her fingers. She enjoyed playing with it as he continued his erotic taste treat at her tits.
Slowly, she was gaining the knack of controlling her emotions. She shouldn't let her senses run wild like she'd been doing. Saving herself for his cock was more important than sailing off into orbit every time he touched her.
Still, though, his touch was something special. It beat hell out of masturbating.
His mouth began spiraling around her jug. He took as much of her soft, tender titflesh into his mouth as he could. She moaned loudly as his teeth bit into her tit. Angry red marks were left behind. But she no longer cared.
His hand was again working actively along her oily sex gash. He was prodding those flaps guarding her inner reaches with renewed insistence. Her legs drifted wider in wanton invitation to him. She wanted him to mount her and fuck the hell out of her.