I had to slap her quite a few times to get her to stop. I held her head and slapped her face with my dick, but she refused to open her mouth, so I cla...ped my finger around her nose. She held her breath, but not for long, as soon as she opened her mouth I shoved my dick in deep… Aaah, man the hot wet feeling of a mouth with a tongue snaking around your dick is the greatest pleasure on earth. I held her head by her hair and started fucking her mouth slowly and the rapidly. She went on with her. I think we both knew this was still all too new to make any long lasting decisions about, or commitments regarding. But it was a start, something we'd both now come to accept as something we wanted to explore, even if in the end, it proved to be too insurmountable an obstacle for either one of us to overcome. At the moment however, none of that mattered. Only her sweet succulent lips as she lay down, so wantonly, almost obscenely spreading herself as I stood there looking down at her."I love. Whatever it was doing down at my pussy was wonderful. It felt like a protrusion of some kind that was making sharp little pokes at my pussy and slightly entering between my lips. It was occasionally moving and then poking my clit. Purposeful or accidental, it was amazing.Then it changed from its position and started slowly moving up my body. I say that, but it was the body/head that was moving because the tentacles attached to my breasts stayed in place and continued their suction and kneading.. Although she was Mrs. Anjula and I could not get my moral code working and stop obsessing about her.Her eyes, her petite nose, her smiling face which gave me goose bumps, her hidden breasts, her soft hands and that waist I just wanted to hug ooh boy and I was hooked like a druggie on her! Sometimes to impress her I’d work hard to score in the weekly tests, other times I’d pretend to be dumb just to get extra classes. Let me tell you, your teacher can really influence your choice of a favourite.