One hand was squeezing a breast and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger while the other hand was now probing her pussy. He had two finger... seeking her G-spot while his tongue whipped her clit.Her body convulsed and the wave of pleasure moved through her as she had an orgasm. He pushed three fingers into her very wet pussy and she had another rush of pleasure.He got up and moved between her legs with his very hard cock in his hand. He then rubbed the head of it against the wet. He laughed right in my face, a smug expression painting his handsome features. He knew he had me now, I would do anything he said. I was addicted, and he wasn't even done fucking me for the first time."You're a cockslut aren't you?" he taunted, smiling darkly and lazily stroking his cock back in forth inside my pussy."Yes, sir. I'm your cockslut," I moaned against his lips, my tongue snaking out to dance with his.He groaned deeply into my mouth, dropping from his hands to his elbows and gripped. October 1 found us studying English. About halfway through the class, Sister Martina stopped the lecture she had begun and said, "I am needing a couple of students to go to the old wine cellar by Father Denolia's office and get a couple of old English books for me. The old wine cellar had been converted into a storage facility for the over abundance of not only school texts,but religious texts also. She pointed to me and the girl behind me, Lacie Adkins, to go do the chore, giving us the shelf. I almost passed out when she had driven their lawn mower over into our yard….a dark blue 90s bikini top holding 2 perfect tits that bounced and jiggled with each bump. Frayed cut off jeans that were a normal length but when she was on her knees in the garden they stretched hard against that phat mommy butt that had 3 k**s but didnt look a day over 30. Her daily work attire always included stockings and pumps and a thin blouse that my imagination ran wild with. Teenage boys aren't supposed to.