His lips finally parting from hers, he began kissing her cheeks and neck as he pulled her shirt up and over her head. With a shrug of her shoulders, t...e bra slid off and joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.His mouth began a slow journey down her body. As his lips reached her upper chest, she arched her back and nestled back into the corner of the couch. For years, he had stolen glimpses down her shirts, aching to see more than just some magnificent cleavage and a fancy bra. At last, he. The sensation was amazing. She seemed to suck my cock into her. After taking a moment to savour the sensation, I slowly started to thrust deeply into her. She wrapped her gorgeous legs around my waist as I rode her as if my life depended upon it. In and out, in and out I thrust, faster and faster, harder and harder.Suddenly the bucking beauty squeezed me tightly between her thighs, arched her back, and exploded into a screaming, throbbing orgasm. I continued thrusting, and she bucked away under. I would lay in my bed in my parents home at night, having orgasm after orgasm just thinking about him naked. Even at my age, still being inexperienced, I was very in tune with my sexuality. I had never had sex, but I craved Mr. Smith's cock. I wanted him to fuck me on his desk. I knew that Mr. Smith favored me out of my class. He was our English teacher, and I was a very gifted writer. I knew that I was one of his favorites, and I adored that fact. Even then, I had unnaturally large breasts,. He told me to undo my blouse and release my breasts from the cups of my bra telling me there were no pics of them but he knew I had a good cleavage. His hand searching, turning me on, I did as he asked and slowly unbuttoning my blouse, he turned me to face him as I lifted them from their cups, my nipples hard and erect. He pulled me towards him nuzzling his face between them then sucking on one then the other nipple. His hand reaching down and up under the front of may skirt, working its way up.