I've always coveted those perfectly round breasts, having seen so much of them in those miniscule bikinis she wore in the summer."How's college treati...g you?" I asked, as I felt like I needed to make small talk. I was also slightly mesmerized by her outfit so I needed an excuse to stare at her."It's good. Learning lots of stuff, both in and out of the classroom." I bet," I replied, as my mind wandered off about the possibilities of what that meant. I felt myself needing to go upstairs before. Donning shorts and a T-shirt, he went out to the shed.The shed was formerly a small barn but the only remnant of that use was the loft, which still had some old, very dry hay, and the wooden stanchions where the cows had been held for milking. Some obsolete farm machinery filled most of the space on the earthen floor and, as he looked around, it was obvious that the only place the girl could have gone was up into the loft.The ladder creaked slightly when he mounted it but, stealthily, he. For the first time in my career in education, a student had got to me. Until that moment, I had seen hundreds, thousands of young women in various states of dress, looks and personalities, none had so much as raised a glimmer of interest in me, but here, right at this moment, this girl of seventeen or eighteen, was standing in my office, her jeans and panties around her knees and nothing else on other than a splendid covering of ink, I was desperate to touch, taste and bring her to orgasm. I. My cock had lost a little of it’s rigidity. She turned around and swung a leg over me, planting her red bush on my face. I could smell myself in her, and taste our sweat on her sweet lips. She moaned as I once again began my tongue work on her. She brushed her curly red hair to the side and bent over my cock. Her hand gently pushed down the skin from around the head of my member. Her tongue lapped up the small amount of juices, hers, and mine, glistening from the top of my cock. She stroked.