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It’s been a long time ago, but I still remember some experiences from my school days. Unfortunately, I usually didn’t feel so good because I often had problems with the fabric, especially in Latin.
That’s why I fall in love at the end of the 8. School year the high school and switched to the junior high school, which was also based in the same school center.
Fortunately, Latin fell away there, and everything took a rosy beginning.
Everything just fell into my lap, but with geography I had my difficulties. I couldn’t concentrate in class, I didn’t notice anything and therefore couldn’t remember anything.
And that also had a good reason.
This reason was that Teacher, He got me out of the concept. I had never felt like I woke up my sexual interest and I didn’t know how I happened. In class I stuck him and tried to stay in the chair.
But every time I saw him, my head cinema plays crazy and I stuck in the films that ran in my head.
In which he of course always played the leading role. He was much older than me and looked so knowing and had everything under control. How could I make myself felt? My bad performances noticed during the weeks because I only followed my daydreaming in his class and not watched.
As mine Mother Came from the first day of parents, she was sad and informed me that my achievements in geography were not sufficient, but everything else was gratifyingly good. She had agreed with the geography teacher, whom I liked so much, that he would give me tutoring twice a week during the long break.
So that I got better.
I cheerfully listened to her and painted myself to be alone with him in a room.
Already on Tuesday afterwards the tutoring started and my teacher ordered me in the second big break of the teaching day into the geography teaching room. I shyly sat down at the only desk and he started reciting the lessons of the past few hours. It was about the population density and explosion in Africa. I hung on his lips, slide back and forth on the chair, pressed the Legs together and introduced me to what it would be like if he exploded.
The 20 minutes passed in the flight, and before I was able to return to my class, I ran quickly to the Toilet.
I was very wet through my dreams. I quickly fingered how I often did it at home in the evening. Then I was able to follow the lessons a little more relaxed in the class. Then on Thursday it was time again and I was looking forward to the second big break.
When I entered the teaching aid room, he was already waiting. Again he began to get the fabric down.
I only had eyes for his pants. He ran up and down in front of the desk, and I always had his step at eye level. When I pushed against my Federetui and some pins fell down, I got up and stood with my back to him to lift the pens from the floor with pushed out knees.
I only had a short skirt. My sight from behind then probably let something bang in it.
“You a little horny beast” he came out and let the ruler that he had clapped on my buttocks in his hand.
I was startled by his outbreak and felt like he grabbed me and pressed back on the table. Half on me he pressed me on the desk, reached under my skirt and then put a finger into me quite roughly. “I knew it,” he said triumphantly.
His finger was soaking wet. I was excited, but also anxious and waited what would happen. He confessed to me how hot he had been on me for weeks, had observed me, sometimes spotted through my panties in the school room from the front under the table and now could no longer stop standing back.
He breathed violently, rubbed me with his Finger And definitely noticed my movements how well I liked that. He quickly turned the key in the door, leaned over me, pulled the panties a bit to the side and pressed his tongue to the clit.
He licked me skillfully. Since I had never experienced anything like this, I got on tour pretty quickly. He shared my labia with his tongue, licked me more and more wilder and in addition I felt his finger penetrated into me again.
I pushed myself back and forth on the desk, turned under his touch and groaned, but did nothing myself. When I was one for the first time orgasm had a foreign hand, it was very overwhelming.
Everything twitched and shaked, completely new for me. In the middle of this beautiful feeling, the break bell screamed. I only came back to indie reality with difficulty. He pushed me out of the room, and even while he pushed me out of the door, he opened his pants.
I was able to quickly take a look at his big, hard cock, which he jerked off violently. Then I was outside and fucked to my class with soft knees.
Hopefully it will soon be Tuesday and geography tutoring, I longed for him so much. My teacher then taught me everything that makes life beautiful.
For example on Tuesday afterwards, when he pulled me in the door frame and kissed very long and gently. I was completely willless and just nestled silently to him, pushed my shoulder under his armpit and sniffed on him.
He smelled so good. We kissed for a long time, I stood on the tips of the toe and felt his tongue in my mouth. So gentle and yet demanding, he kissed me without a break. Until he then pulled me to the desk and we sat on the edge next to each other.
I felt his hand on my breast and goose bumps ran over my back. It excited me very much to listen to him, smell it, taste and feel.
Slowly I sank back so that I was back on my desk. He was sitting next to me, our legs dangled down from the desk. His hands pushed my T-shirt up and he felt after my excited Nipple, who had contracted small.
His lips on my breast felt so wonderful when he licked me and sucked on them. Again and again my body was reflex -like and I shrugged. Most of the time I had closed my eyes, I would have loved to watch him and when I looked at him briefly, I looked at such a gentle, tender man who still had his jacket.
I pushed myself to him and finally he started opening my pants and stripping down. He stroked me very carefully and gently and I longed for more than his touch.
First, his fingers only slid over the labia on the outside. Then his finger shared my already fairly damp honey mouth and looked for the path to the clit, which is rather flat for me and does not stand out, but reacts very sensitive to touch. I kept pushing my pelvis towards him, I finally wanted to feel his fingers in me.
I saw from the corner of the eye how he watched the game of his fingers and looked at me how I lay next to him with the legs spread so. Finally he pressed his fingers into me, and if I hadn’t come shortly before, I couldn’t have held the spraying sparks back.
But so I was able to enjoy his experienced fingers a little more, which first gently bumped me and then faster. Made me more and more wetter so that my horny juice ran down on the bottom of my bottom. He pushed me with one finger and another pressed on mine anus, it was so nice. I was only there and enjoyed what happened to me, I could only hold on to his arm when I came.
Unfortunately I could hardly stroke him from my position. Of course I tried to be quiet, which I also managed to do, because we always had to be afraid of discovery.
I was very exhausted, but happily smiling and looked up at him when the pausengong sounded and unfortunately I had to go back to class. But it wasn’t far until the next break in tutoring ..
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