Somehow I hadmanaged to swallow him all without throwing up. Hoping this might bewhat triggered him, I looked up at him again and moaned softly as if ...was excited too. His eyes were closed, but he smiled. Finally I sensedhim quicken the pace, and his body stiffened a bit. When I slid up hisshaft this time, he held me in place, so that the head of his cock wasjust inside my lips. I went for it, and circled my tongue over the headand I felt it. His first shot landed on my tongue and he followed. One day me and my friend Mohan started to social sciences class by 4.30 itself but the class starts by 5 o clock only. We thought of clearing our doubts we went early. Madam home is a small home in hall she will be taking the class and next to that there is a kitchen and behind there is bedroom. We both went to mam’s house and waiting there in the hall…While we are waiting we heard someone is singing a song so I called “Teacher… Teacher…” mam asked who is that I replied this is Bala… madam told. .and he pulled me in even closer, even tighter against him. The waltz ended, and a jazz number was on the speakers next. Nick leaned in and nibbled and sucked at the side of my neck. Between his tender loving on my neck, and the wickedly seductive jazz saxophone solo, it was enough to make any girl melt. I'm actually surprised I managed to keep from melting at that point - it was miraculous that I didn't melt into a big puddle of girl-come right then and there, that I somehow didn't ooze down. My torment didn't end with the final fucking; no Big C took his time with my nipples and slapping my overused pussy. It was getting light when he finally was done with me. Putting my dress on was a job I hurt all over; even the soft material of the dress hurt my sore nipples as it moved over them. I couldn't close my legs my pussy was that sore. I cried all the way home, and more when I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. My nipples were swollen and so black and blue they looked like hell,.