I set up my easel and looked hard at Louisa's enticing curves, wondering how best I could capture her sensual charms. After a while she sighed and pouted: 'Come on, you two slowcoaches, why it's an insult that you still have your clothes on! Michael, aren't you going to make love to me like you always do before you start work in earnest? Surely you're not too shy to fuck in front of Master Henry.'
Mr. Reynolds laid down his brush and palette as he grinned at the cheeky girl and said in a genial voice: 'Louisa, I am well rebuked and offer my humble apologies. Dashwood, would you please be a good fellow and kindly help Louisa pull out the mattress from the wall-cupboard on your right whilst I get undressed?' 'Of course, sir, it will be my pleasure,' I stuttered. I watched the art master sit down, remove his shoes and socks, slip off his jacket and unbuckle his belt. He wriggled out of his trousers and drawers and stood up, his body covered solely by a flapping, blue shirt which he proceeded to unbutton before sliding it off his shoulders. His thickening prick was dangling down, but when he flexed his muscles, his shaft started to rise and his foreskin snapped back to reveal the wide, purple helmet of his knob. Louisa and I pulled the small mattress, which was covered by a clean, if rumpled, white sheet, into the centre of the room. As we passed by Mr. Reynolds, Louisa clasped her fingers around his stiff cock, rubbing her hand up and down the hard, fleshy bar.
This had the desired effect of setting a match to the tinder. The art master pulled Louisa towards him and their lips mashed together in the most fiery, passionate kiss. They sank to their knees upon the mattress and, disentangling herself from the embrace, Louisa climbed on to his lap, facing him, and squeezed her knees along his muscular thighs. Louisa put one arm round Mr. Reynold's neck and with the other she felt for his iron-hard chopper, adjusting her position as she placed his knob at the gateway to her juicy cunney. 'Ready, steady, go!' she cried as she slid down his thick tool until it was fully engulfed inside the warm, wet sheath of her love channel. As soon as it was lodged snugly inside her quim, she swayed back and forth, letting his pulsating prick ream out the furthest recesses of her honey pot. When Louisa was satisfied that she had every last inch of his cock inside her, she hugged him tightly in her arms, kissing the corners of his mouth before whispering in his ear: 'Push your hips up, Michael, harder, that's the way, you don't have to be afraid of hurting me.' She worked her own hips in rhythm with his upward thrusts, riding slowly but firmly upon his pulsing shaft, letting it sink all the way into her juicy snatch and holding it there. His eyes closed in blissful ecstasy. Mr. Reynolds was now in his own private heaven and too far gone, I am sure, to remember that he was fucking this lovely girl in front of one of his pupils. My own cock was now throbbing unbearably as the randy pair panted their way towards a finish. Louisa bounced up and down on my art master's truncheon, grinding her bottom round in tiny circles. Mr. Reynolds shuddered and thrust upwards as his prick spurted its creamy tribute inside her tingling cunney. This was too soon though for Louisa who shot out her right hand and gripped hold of me, pulling at my trousers. 'Michael, you don't mind if Master Henry fucks me, do you?' she enquired as she clambered off his gleaming wet cock which was still semi-erect but obviously losing its stiffness. 'No, of course not, I'm sure that he would be absolutely delighted to poke you,' said Mr. Reynolds generously. 'But be gentle with him, my dear, because Dashwood is probably a virgin.' I corrected him instantly and said: 'Actually I have enjoyed quite a number of experiences, sir.' 'Is that so?' he replied with some surprise. 'Have you really found a willing lass here at the school? No don't answer that question, it is a matter about which I should not have asked. Always remember that a gentleman never discloses the names of his amorata unless he discovers she has bequeathed him a pox, in which case it is his bounden duty to immediately inform all his friends of the danger.
Whilst I digested this wise counsel, Louisa said brightly: 'Oh never mind all that palaver, how would you like it if I sucked your nice big cock before you stick it in my cunt?' Without waiting for my answer (which in any case would have been in the affirmative), she slid her rich lips around my knob. I felt my shaft slide into her throat and she gobbled so lustily that I was reluctantly forced to removed my prick from its sweet prison or I would have very soon spent inside her mouth. I said nothing, but the salacious girl understood and cast herself back on the mattress, spreading her legs wide apart. 'Come now, Master Henry, show me if you really do know what to do with your thick stiffie,' she said teasingly. With my cock waggling in excited anticipation, I clambered upon Louisa's soft body without further delay and I let out a husky sigh when she took hold of my cock and positioned it at the entrance to her love funnel.
Slowly I pushed forward and my knob eased between her yielding love lips and into the haven of her juicy cunt. 'Ahhh, that's divine,' she breathed as I moved gently back and forth to enjoy the feel of the silky grip of her cunney muscles. 'Now keep still and let me fuck your cock.' I did as I was told, holding myself perfectly still whilst Louisa moved her body in a sinuous rhythm, working her clinging cunney up and down my shaft. Then I joined in, pumping my hips up and down whilst my balls smacked against her bottom with every thrust. 'Go on then, Master Henry, ram away!' Louisa cried out as I slewed my shaft in and out of her sopping slit. I pounded to and fro at an ever greater pace, my hands clasping her beautiful bum cheeks as I felt the spunk boiling up in my balls. Sensing that Louisa was somewhat behind me in the final sprint towards the pinnacle of pleasure, by a great mental effort I managed to delay the moment of truth for another half-minute. But as my cock continued to slide against the sleek walls of Louisa's cunney, I knew that my spend could not be denied any longer. With an almighty groan I flooded her crack with a foaming spray of spunk. Jets of jism spouted out from my sated prick and mixed with Louisa's own love juices which now poured from her pussey as she climaxed with me in a wonderful mutual spend.
'Gad, the lad certainly does know how to fuck!' she panted happily. Mr. Reynolds agreed and gave me a curious look as he commented: 'You have certainly benefited from a line tutoress in the sensual arts, Dashwood. Be for ever grateful, my lad, because first love can be either idyllic or an unmitigated disaster, and you have had the good fortune to have had a partner who has obviously helped to make your passage into manhood an extremely pleasant experience.