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My alarm clock had let me down, today, of all things, on the day of the step trip. In my political course we planned a weekend trip to Brussels to look at the European Parliament and to learn something about Europe. But everyone knew that we would celebrate most of the time on the trip. And of all people on the day of the departure, my alarm clock went on strike.

I called my political teacher on his cell phone.

The course was already collected by the railway hing, the train would arrive in a few minutes, not to wait for me anymore. But my teacher suggested driving with Ms. Schmidt – the female companion on this excursion and my former chemistry teacher. Ms. Schmidt drove to Brussels by car in order to be able to fall back on it in an emergency. If I could hurry up, she would wait for me at the train station, of all things Ms. Schmidt.

For a good reason, I had chemistry after the tenth grade and due to my miserable achievements in this subject, I wasn’t exactly Ms. Schmidt’s favorite student. But if I wanted to be there on the excursion, I had no choice but to get involved with her for several hours.

“Well Jens, on time as always”, Ms. Schmidt greeted me with an open eyebrow. – “Sorry Ms. Schmidt”, I scuffled. “My alarm clock didn’t ring this morning.” -” Well, you were lucky again that I drive by car.

Otherwise you could have stayed at home this weekend.”

I didn’t know whether I was really lucky at that moment. When I saw Mrs. Schmidt’s strict facial expression, I wondered if I wouldn’t have stayed better at home instead of being alone with her for several hours. But I kept my thoughts to myself. “Thank you for taking me with you,” I said.

“Well then get in,” she replied after an attached sigh.

At the beginning of the trip it was uncomfortable for me in the car To sit right next to Ms. Schmidt, who kept coming up with strict looks through the glasses through the glasses of her frameless glasses. With her entire appearance, she embodied the conscientious strict of a demanding teacher. She had tied her long black hair together into a strict braid. She was wearing a white blouse, a black skirt and black tights – although it was very warm.

Despite this somewhat stay clothing and their 42 years, I found their style modern. It was precisely this strict appearance that matched her type.

After half an hour drive I got used to her company and began to talk more easily with her. We talked about school about how I got on with my Abitur and in which subjects I wanted to do my final exams.

“Everything is going quite well,” I said. “Not perfect, but good.“Ms. Schmidt looked at me with a smile.

“Fortunately, you were able to vote chemistry,” she replied, laughing briefly. “That’s right, the subject just didn’t lay” – “I don’t think it was because of the subject Jens. You just didn’t try. I think if you had strained more and sometimes looked into the book, your grades would have been better.”

“You shouldn’t have been so strict to me,” I said grinning.

Ms. Schmidt laughed. “Was that? Perhaps I would have been more easy to deal with if you had not constantly talked to your neighbor in class. The girls in your school are probably more interested in you than your homework.” -” Actually they get on my nerves, “I said.

“Oh no, why then?” -” No idea, they always want a relationship immediately, I don’t feel like it.”

Ms. Schmidt looked at me with a smile. “Oh, you are one of them,” she said, frowning.

“Not at all,” I tried to defend myself. “I just have the feeling that the girls I know don’t really know what they want. I don’t know myself.” -” But that’s what your age is about. You gain experience and find out what you want.” -” I still want one who already knows what she wants, “I replied defiantly.

Ms. Schmidt gave me a teasing pat on the back of the head. “You Dussel,” she said.

We did not talk about the topic, the trip went well and the traffic on the highway was limited. I hardly thought that I was sitting in the car with my teacher. It was more like with a friend.

I talked to Ms. Schmidt about things that noticed me while driving, played around on the radio without inhibitions or played with her numbers.

At some point she put the indicator and took the next exit. “I don’t think we have to go here yet,” I said. “I just want to keep Jens,” she said. “Don’t worry, I know the route from recent years.“I was a little surprised because I hadn’t seen a rest area before the exit, but I trusted that Ms. Schmidt knew where she went.

We came to a country road that passed a forest edge. With the best will in the world, I didn’t know why Ms. Schmidt was down here. Maybe she didn’t know the way so well.

I was even more amazed when she suddenly turned into a small forest path that resembled more a tramble path than a street. “Ms. Schmidt …” I asked at a loss.

“Don’t worry Jens. We’re almost there.“When I could no longer see the country road from which we were bent by the rear window, Ms. Schmidt kept in a small forest niche next to the path. I looked at her at a loss.

“Tighten your pants,” she said with a demanding undertone, as if she were to call me to the table. “Why mine … I mean … why?” -” Don’t think long now, “she said.

“You just said: You want one who knows what she wants. Then you have to choose one at my age. You can now either pull your pants down and me on yours tail Leave or you stay puzzled, we continue and the whole thing never happened.“Ms. Schmidt looked strictly at me as if she had asked me a question in class, which I don’t know the answer.

It was less a conscious decision – more of a motor process – that moved me to open my jeans and pull it down with my underpants. “Well,” said Ms. Schmidt when my cock came out.

She took him in hand and started to slowly jerk off. “Relax,” she said.

I leaned back;My penis grew through the gentle treatment of her hand until it could include a hard, throbbing tail. With her free hand, she began to crawl my scrotum and gently press it. She pulled my foreskin back and leaned forward to nibble on my throbbing glans.

She put her lips over it and started sucking. With her tongue she played on my sensitive tail tip, which increased the intense suction feeling.

It felt different from my previous sexual experiences, stronger. Ms. Schmidt seemed to want to suck me out and I already felt the tingling feeling that always occurred before cumshot. I clawed my hands in the car seat and tried to concentrate.

Again and again I groaned and trembled when Ms. Schmidt’s tongue drove over my sensitive glans.

It started to suck more and more violently, knead my eggs more firmly and move her head up and down. My cock in her throat disappeared ever deeper and I felt that I could hardly hold my juice back. I didn’t want to inject yet, but her treatment was too intense to be able to endure it for much longer.

“Ms. Schmidt, Ms. Schmidt”, I gasped. “I think I can’t do it long anymore ..

I mean, should I let you know if … ” -” If you have to inject, just spray “Ms. Schmidt interrupted me and immediately devoted herself to my stiff penis, sucked and sucked on him. A little saliva ran down my shaft. I wanted to hold back my ejaculation, every second seemed precious not to stand up like a beginner. But when Ms. Schmidt let her tongue drive around my glans again, I couldn’t prevent it anymore.

My cock began to twitch and Ms. Schmidt to pump my sperm in the throat. Always new splashes outdated in her mouth. When they ended, Ms. Schmidt sucked on for a few seconds, as if she wanted to suck the last drop out of my cock. I was sure that she had swallowed everything.

When she let my penis slide out of her mouth, which slowly slipped again, I started to relax.

“Hopefully you liked that now,” she said teasically.

“Definitely,” I replied. “Do you think you can do it again,” she asked. – “What, right now?” -” Maybe in a few minutes, I also want to get my expense. I thought I let you inject you first, then you can do longer the second time.

Do you mean in a quarter of an hour you can do it again? I can’t stay with you here, otherwise we will be too late.” -” I don’t know exactly, I just have.” -” You are already doing that, “said Ms. Schmidt and scratched my neck. “I’ll let you have a few more minutes and then I wank it a little bit until he is standing again.” – “OK.”

We waited for a few minutes and both drank a sip of water. When we put the bottle back, Ms. Schmidt began to push her blouse. “As a small incentive,” she said.

She pulled out her blouse completely, opened her bra and let him slide from her shoulders. Her heavy, big breasts came out. Again she drove her hand over my penis and began to slowly jerk off. “Take a calm,” she said.

“You don’t just need to stare.“I grabbed Ms. Schmidt’s breasts and kneaded them carefully.

Ms. Schmidt sighed briefly. Your hand continued to massage my shaft, which slowly updated again. With her other hand she grabbed my neck and gently pulled my head to her tits. “Suck a little bit,” she said.

I started to kiss her big nipples alternately and suck on them. I let my tongue circling her nipples from time to time.

“This is good Jens,” whispered Ms. Schmidt. “Make your teacher horny.“Again she took my head and pulled it to her breasts until my face was buried in them.

I felt strangely stunned by the summer June weather, it was already very warm. In addition, our own, moist body heat, which flocked through the car and smelled after warm sweat.

“I think you are so far,” said Ms. Schmidt and took her hands from my stiff, protruding tail. “Put the seat back,” she said as she pulled out her pantyhose and panties under her skirt. For a moment a queasy feeling spread in my stomach. That really happened just? I was allowed to put my stiff cock into my teacher’s cunt.

Even if I found the thought very exciting, it seemed a bit perverse to me.

But I hardly had time to think about it. Ms. Schmidt climbed over me wide, without panties and tights, but still in her skirt. Your tits were now right on my face. She pulled her skirt up a bit, took my cock in her hand and put it on her wet hole.

I felt her sticky labia on my glans.

When my cock tip pressed against the right place, Ms. Schmidt let her sink and penetrate my cock deep into her pussies. She was so moist that I hardly noticed resistance. With her hands, she held onto the back of my seat while she was slowly moving up and down.

Her tits always came to my face. I started kneading her again, buried my face in them and sucking, sucking and nibbling at their nipples.

The suffocating tightness of the car also excited me, Ms. Schmidt’s body, who pressed me in the seat, I felt completely at the mercy.

We started to moan, I felt her warm breath on my face while her movements became faster and faster. My cock pressed into her pussy, whose muscles are getting together more and more. Ms. Schmidt took my head, held it in both hands and pressed me up a wet kiss. Her tongue was looking for mine and buried herself in my mouth, like mine in hers.

“That’s cool,” she groaned.

“Having your hard cock in my cunt. I want you to splash into me, agree?” -” Yes Ms. Schmidt.” -” Ok Jens, then do it! Spray to your teacher!”

Ms. Schmidt’s movements became more uncontrolled and her cunt kept cramping my cock. “Spray into me,” she groaned. But this time I could hold it back.

I let myself be ridden by her when her body suddenly flinched hard and groaned her loudly. Ms. Schmidt had received her orgasm, but I wasn’t that far yet. As best I went, I started moving my pelvis and sitting it to fuck with shocking movements. Since she noticed that I hadn’t come yet, she continued and revealed her orgasm.

“Strict to Jens,” she gasped.

I concentrated and tightened all the muscles of my body. Then I noticed the decisive twitch in my cock that could no longer be prevented. I splashed my juice into her cunt.

Ms. Schmidt only paused with her movements when no splashes followed and my cock in her cunt slackened again. She let him slide out of herself, slid down from me and sat back on the driver’s seat.

From the glove compartment she took a pack of tempts, spread her legs and wiped the sperm that ran out of her pussy. I pulled my pants up again while Ms. Schmidt put on panties, tights, bra and blouse and briefly checked her hairstyle in the rear -view mirror. She opened her brief and then tied it together again.

When we were dressed again, we drove back to the highway towards Brussels. I was excited and amazed and started to understand what had happened slowly.

I didn’t feel sorry, but I felt very unreal. How something that could never have happened. “You liked it,” asked Ms. Schmidt. “Yes, very much,” I replied.

“Nice, but I hope that you do not give it to your classmates and talk everything out.” -” I would never do that, “I said and meant it that way too. Ms. Schmidt smiled and drove me through my hair tenderly. “Nice,” she said. “Then we can repeat this on occasion if you like.

I liked it too.”

After a few hours drive and our short detour in the forest, Ms. Schmidt and I reached the youth hostel at 2 p.m. There was no fixed program for the first day. Therefore we used the time to split the rooms and move into our beds. I had stayed in a four -room room with three friends;Ms. Schmidt and my political teacher had moved into single rooms.

Although I could hardly imagine that something would happen during the excursion, I noticed Ms. Schmidt’s room number.

Ms. Schmidt had said that we could repeat our campaign, but I didn’t think we could risk it with all the people who were on the excursion. “All clear,” asked me one of my room partners. “You look a bit next to the lane. Ms. Schmidt took you on the way through the deficiency?” -” Oh hold their mouths “, I replied annoyed.

I was still too excited about the trip to want to deal with other people.

The events always haunted my head. I wondered if I was good what Ms. Schmidt thought of me now and what she was expecting from me. During the trip I hadn’t dared to ask her about it.

Later I went to the city with a few others to buy something. Since we were all of legal age, there was no ban on alcohol on the excursion and so we won a box for our room, which we dragged to the youth hostel, in which according to the house rules you couldn’t actually store alcohol.

We had planned to get drunk and celebrate on the excursion. But now I was no longer sure if I still wanted that. During dinner I had to secretly overlook Ms. Schmidt again and again, but she didn’t seem to consider.

After dinner, the majority of the course was in our room and even our teacher sat down and drank a beer with us. Only Ms. Schmidt stayed in her room.

After a few bottles of beer I had to admit that I missed her. I was able to risk knocking on her door secretly tonight? I rejected the thought. But although I was already very drunk, I couldn’t fall asleep that night.

When my room partners were calm in their beds, I couldn’t stand it anymore and went out of the room on quiet soles. My heart raced, I went to Ms. Schmidt’s room and knocked carefully.

Nobody opened to me, again I knocked carefully, but the door was still closed. Disappointed I went back to my room and went back to bed.

The next day the city was waiting for us, which we visited together. I was hardly interested in the city itself because I had to think about Ms. Schmidt constantly. At some point she came across unobtrusively and ran next to me.

She pretended to have an irrelevant conversation with me, but said quiet. It can be that you were?“I felt caught, Ms. Schmidt had put on a strict look. “Yes, that was me,” I confessed. “I’m sorry, I was drunk ..

thought that would be a good idea. But I carefully watch out for nobody noticing anything.” -” Hopefully, “said Ms. Schmidt in strict sound. “And hopefully you didn’t tell anything either.” -” No, not a word, “I said.

“Good thing,” she said, while the expression on her face relaxed. “And why did you knock?” -” Well, so I … ” -” Can’t wait for anything?” -” No, yes, already.

But I don’t do that anymore, promised.” -” Too bad, “said Ms. Schmidt. I didn’t open you yesterday because I already thought that you were drunk. But if you can’t drink anything tonight, the door may open tonight if you should knock again. But be careful and promise I can’t do anything.

If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.”

Contrary to all the resolutions that we had met before the excursion, I couldn’t drink anything that evening. “I’m still finished from yesterday,” I talked out and sat down with a glass of cola with the others. I was very impatient and waited all evening that everyone finally went to sleep. But the evening didn’t seem to end and gradually all the drunken got on my nerves.

I was constantly concerned with whether I could sneak up to Ms. Schmidt again, how I should best do it and whether she would really open the door to me. Maybe she just wanted to let me fidget.

Fortunately it was a long day and when our political teacher finally asked us to sleep at 11 p.m. But soberly I trusted my room partners’ firm sleep far less, one of which is around 23.30 o’clock was still awake in bed. I broke my head about how to do it that they did not find my absence strange.

“I can’t sleep,” I said.

“Do you want to get into the lounge?” -” Can fully forget. I want to score.” -” I think then I go alone and read something else.” – “If you think. But be quiet when you are back and just don’t turn on the light when you come in!” Finally! In comfort jogging pants I crept over the hallway on socks and prayed that nobody had to go to the toilet.

When I stood in front of the room door, my hands trembled with excitement when knocking. But nobody opened.

“Such a crap,” I thought disappointed. At the moment I wanted nothing more than to get into this room. “Maybe just go in,” I thought, but didn’t dare. I knocked out again again.

Since nobody opened, I turned around when I suddenly heard the door handle pressed down. Ms. Schmidt stood with a white bathrobe dressed in the door frame, in the neckline of which her breasts came into their own. She had tied her full, black hair together into a simple bun.

“Someone saw you,” she asked. “No,” I replied.

I said that I still want to go into the lounge. But everyone else wants to sleep.” -” Come in, “said Ms. Schmidt.

When I came in, Ms. Schmidt pulled the door behind her and closed it from the inside. “So there you are,” she said. “Have you already considered what you want to do with me?“Although I thought about it all day, I couldn’t think of an answer.

“Well, so I, uh …” Ms. Schmidt laughed briefly. “Charming,” she said spoting. “How about if you take off, then I can decide what I instead of you.” -” Well, “I said. I was relieved that she took the initiative, but I was strangely embarrassed when I pulled out before your eyes.

I freed myself from my t-shirt, pulled my sweatpants down and pounded them from my feet.

Then I slipped out of my boxer shorts. “Nice, he’s already standing,” said Ms. Schmidt and looked at my upset tail, the diagonal distance. “And you are also sporty. Don’t worry Jens, I like you.“She came up with a step and gave me a sensual tongue kiss.

“You have no reason to be shy.”

She turned around and went to the narrow bed in the room with calm, curved steps. In doing so, she opened her bathrobe and let him slide from her shoulders. Below it was completely naked, so I could see on her round butt. Ms. Schmidt was neither thick nor chubby, but of the slim abundance of a mature woman, with beautiful curved hips.

Ms. Schmidt sat on the bed, hit her legs over each other and supported her hands on the mattress, which could easily lean back.

The sight of her big, heavy breasts, with the dark nipples, caused a strong throbbing in my tail.

“Come here,” she said. I went over to her and when I had arrived with her, Ms. Schmidt bid me with her hand to stop. “Stay there first,” she said. She opened her legs and leaned forward.

With her index finger’s crest she drove gently along my stiff penis. She took it very easily between thumb and index finger, slowly pulled my foreskin back and let my swollen, red acorn come out.

“We have a little more time today than yesterday in the car,” she said. “And I’ll take the time.”

My penis between her fingers, she slowly pulled me closer until I hiss her opened legs. When she had my penis in front of her face, she pulled my foreskin back and gave me a gentle kiss on my glans.

She had her tip of the tongue gently spread over my cock tip, she circle around my glans and gave me a gentle kiss on it again. Again and again her tongue and lips changed and put my patience on a hard test. “Leave your hands behind your back first,” she said when I tried to grab after her tits. “Keep silent!”

At first it started gently and then slowly increasing to suck on my glans without taking into account another place in my body, or my shame.

All the time she didn’t use more than two fingers and her tongue. This permanent, intense stimulus, with which she tortured me, made me crazy and I wouldn’t have felt like throwing her on the bed and simply jumping. But I suspected that she wouldn’t put up with it. If I didn’t want to mess it up, I would have to wait patiently and fulfill each of your wishes.

When she removed from me, she gave my cock a teasing stupid with her index finger, slid back on her bed, lay on her back and spread her legs.

Based on her head on the pillow, she looked at me seductively and stroked her cunt with circular movements of her hand. I understood this as a request and made institutions to climb her on the bed. But Ms. Schmidt held me back. “Not yet” she said.

“Like what you see?” -” Yes, very “I replied. “Well fine,” she said while pushing a finger in the wet, slippery hole of her shaved cunt. “Because I too. I want to see how you jerk off your cock.” -” I can also go to your bed … ” -” No, first I want to see something.

Do it … you definitely don’t do that for the first time.”

I took my stiff cock in my hand and began to slowly jerk off. Also because I didn’t want Ms. Schmidt to be dissatisfied when I hesitated too long. “Good Jens,” she said.

“Watch your lout and watch me put my fingers in. In my horny, damp hole. Do you want to put your cock in there?” – “Yes I want to.” -” I thought that fuck the dripping cunt of your teacher. You want that since I was in the car with you.

– “Yes … since driving. I think about it all the time.” -” Well, if you want that so much, then I might allow you to. But rub it in a nice way beforehand! Nice, a little faster Jens, and firmer! But not already cumshot! Otherwise you can disappear again.”

Ms. Schmidt extended her little play of power and hesitated the moment when I was allowed to come to her, further and further out.

She enjoyed watching me while she kept smacking her fingers between her labia and drove her thumb over her swollen clit.

“You can hardly stand it anymore,” she said when I started moaning quietly. “You can hardly expect it?” -” No … hardly any left.” -” Lick my cunt first, “she said. “Come here!“I crawled to her on the bed and crouched together between her spread legs. Ms. Schmidt took my head into both hands and pressed my face on her dripping cunt.

I stretched out my tongue and pushed it into her column, licked it, sucked on her clit and fucked her with my tongue. Ms. Schmidt’s hands loosened from my head and held onto the bed frame.

She tried to suppress her moan as best we could, which caused suppressed sighs come out of her mouth. My whole mouth and a large part of my face were smeared with their sticky juice. I had her salty pussy taste on my tongue.

Ms. Schmidt had known why she had held me. She had irritated me to the utmost and now I only felt an suffocating excitement that my liked. It was now up to her to give myself up because I could hardly hold myself back. I no longer stayed with her cunt and gave myself my lust.

I came over her, buried my face in her heavy tits and searched with my throbbing cock for the entrance of her juicy cunt.

When I placed it at the right angle, he slipped in without any problems.

It was a redeeming feeling of finally being able to let me off. Without hesitation, I started ramming her like a wild animal and keeping my shaft in her cunt. I support myself on my forearms and pushed my pelvis wildly into her lap. My eggs clapped against their shame while her cunt gave smacking noises.

She cramped her hands around my upper arms and drilled her long fingernails under my skin. It was a painful feeling that only more excited me and my movements made me more and more violent.

I felt how her pussy muscles pulled together again and again and knew that the beast made it intentionally to make me cum. Probably she enjoyed the thought that despite my lust I had to pull myself together so as not to immediately pour myself into her. I wouldn’t stand it for a long time.

“Keep it up … more firm,” gasped Ms. Schmidt as quietly as possible. “Well, spray already! You can’t hold it back anyway.”

Ms. Schmidt should be right. Fortunately, at that moment I felt her body twitched and pulled her legs together.

Not a second too early. At the same moment I couldn’t hold it back and sprayed my warm juice into her cunt. In many, violent bumps I unloaded myself in her and saged on her together. “Don’t pull out yet,” said Ms. Schmidt.

“Make a little further! Very slowly!”

I did her favor and carefully moved my pelvis up and down until my cock was sloping again and almost slipped out of it by itself. I rolled down from her and remained exhausted next to her. Ms. Schmidt also seemed to be visibly done. But I saw her hand her hand between her legs one last time.

When she pulled her back, her fingers were glued to a mixture of mine and juice. She led her to her mouth and licked her with relish. “Delicious,” she said. “Do you want to try too?” -” Better not, “I said, because I somehow disgusted myself to try my own sperm.

“Oh, you guys are so terribly sensitive to your own stuff. I tell you it’s delicious.”

“Yes, maybe”, I said. “But I do not want to.”” Well, but I want a little look. You will have to go a little more before I let you back to bed.”

We stayed a little more and since I didn’t know if I could visit Ms. Schmidt the next night, I didn’t mind that she wanted a little more.

I imagined that she assessed my potency higher than that of older men and that she therefore enjoyed using me as her little lover. A thousand questions shot through my head, which I don’t speak out loudly about. Ms. Schmidt and I talked about irrelevant stuff, I filled up a mug of water on the sink and brought him. Then I drank a cup myself.

“Well Jens,” said Ms. Schmidt.

“I want to sleep slowly, but before that I want to see you again. Sit down to the bed end!“I sat up, leaned against the wall and eagerly waited for Ms. Schmidt to do. She lay on her stomach so that her head lay between my open legs. “So Jens,” she said.

“As long as you didn’t hose again, I won’t let you go.”

She took my limp penis completely in her mouth and began to suck greedily on him. I noticed how my cock was slowly getting stiff in her mouth and pushed deeper into her throat. Ms. Schmidt suddenly had to choke, drove back with her head slightly and let my cock slip out of her mouth. A little saliva ran down her chin.

She wiped him away, nibbled on my half -tire tail briefly, bit briefly and tenderly and began to jerk off.

Due to the movements of her hand, he grew back to the full size. First tenderly, then always firmer, she moved her hand up and down and let my glans disappear in her mouth every now and then. I enjoyed it, closed my eyes and began to moan softly. I thought: If she put it on it, she could force me to orgasm even more than once that night.

But suddenly Ms. Schmidt paused.

“I have an idea,” she said and let go of my penis. “Let’s see how fast you can be. We make a little game out of it. You will do it yourself now and if you can cum in the next five minutes, you can inject me wherever you want.” -” Ok, “I said Su …” – “I’m not finished yet Jens.

If you shouldn’t make it after five minutes, I’ll continue again and let yourself be injected into the cup.“Ms. Schmidt pointed to the empty cup with her eyes, from which we had just drunk water and which was now on the small bedside table. As a punishment you will then have to try your sperm from the cup, agree?”

“I don’t know,” I said, but Ms. Schmidt did not allow any contradiction. “Don’t stand up to Jens,” she said dryly and almost looked at me angrily sparkling through her glasses. “If you don’t want to try, you just need to cum in time in time.” -” Well nice, “I said badly, because I wasn’t good at the matter.

“Fine,” said Ms. Schmidt and smiled at me again. “It’s exactly half of the time now,” she said after a fleeting look at the alarm clock, which was also on the bedside table. “Strict you, I have the time in mind. You have five minutes, from now on.”

I started immediately.

Five minutes didn’t seem much time when I thought of the possibly upcoming punishment. Besides, I had just come. But at least Ms. Schmidt had already done preparatory work.

“A minute is already rum Jens,” she said with relish. I tried to make an effort and jerked my cock with quick, short movements while Ms. Schmidt watched me relaxed and amused.

“Three minutes of Jens.“I cursed myself.

Why had I just agreed? Was it afraid that Ms. Schmidt would lose interest in me if I did not respond to every wish?

“Two minutes, slowly it gets Jens.“I had the feeling that I tensed every muscle of my body and kept my breath away with effort.

“A minute, it will be damn tight for you.“I was about to. Every time I had just not made it again, I was annoyed by myself about myself. “Thirty seconds. Well whether that will be something?“It couldn’t be, I had to make it somehow.

I closed my eyes and imagined the wildest things.

“Ten, nine, eight …” – “Now, now … in the face”, I gasped. Ms. Schmidt held her face over my tail tip, but continued. “Six, five, four …” I tensioned everything and suddenly could relax when a short splash of Ms. Schmidt came face.

I breathed a relieved breath.

“Happy Jens,” said Ms. Schmidt, wiping my sperm sprinkles out of her face and then licked her off her hand. “That was a rescue at the last second.” -” But I still did it, “I replied satisfied. “Yes, you were able to press again, my sweeter. But now to bed with you.”

I looked for my things and got dressed again.

Ms. Schmidt gave me a short kiss on my mouth to say goodbye. I sneak back into my room quietly and let the light out when I got in. Everyone else seemed to sleep.

When I sat down at the breakfast table with my room partners the next morning, I was not particularly well with sleeping, even if, unlike most, I had no hangover. I looked over to Ms. Schmidt, who, as usual, gave me a lot of attention.

Even if the forbidden about this affair was particularly attractive in this affair, I had to admit that the secretary was on my nerves. I wondered if I wanted a real relationship with her, in which I would not have to sneak into her room secretly and in which I could wake up with her. But I quickly shit the thought out of my head again.

I didn’t try to think about Ms. Schmidt all day long and enjoy the trip. But the last night always haunted my thoughts.

I would have preferred to pull Ms. Schmidt away from the others to flee a lonely place with her where I could do with her what I wanted. I firmly made up for my room again that evening as soon as this would be possible. Unfortunately it should be different.

Mark told me at dinner what he and a few others were going on. “Can you still remember the puff that we got past today,” he asked.

“We want to go in there tonight. Bisest?” -” I don’t know, “I replied. “It’s not my thing.” -” Age, now not quengle around! We just want to go in and drink a few beer. Can then decide whether you want to do more.”

Just the idea of looking at a brothel from the inside that evening, while a few doors were waiting for me Ms. Schmidt, I found quite stupid.

It was also just right for me that my room partners would be on the road that evening. So I would have the opportunity to spend a few hours with Ms. Schmidt unnoticed.

“I’m out,” I said. “You have to go alone.” -” Ey age, you can’t press yourself. We are on holiday, No pig gets that.

Besides, no girlfriend hated anyway. Or do you want to make it clear here?”

Mark looked around the tables as if he were trying to guess the right girl. He would probably suspect a student, but I felt caught. I was close friends with Mark and I feared that he could get something out.

I drove through my hair nervously while Mark continued to look around. “Well, I’m there,” I said. “Perfect,” said Mark, while I bite annoying in my bread slices.

Before we started, I tried to speak to Ms. Schmidt. I wanted to explain to her that I couldn’t get to her that night, but Ms. Schmidt seemed to avoid me.

Finally I found myself not being able to speak to her anymore. Ms. Schmidt wouldn’t be angry with me. She would understand why I couldn’t come. At least I hoped that.

At 8:00 p.m. we started fifth and imagined that nobody suspected what we were up to.

Still, I wasn’t comfortable. I might have found it exciting a few days ago, but now I just wanted to be with Ms. Schmidt. The closer we got the brothel, the more I was annoyed that I had come along. What should I here? “All right,” said Mark when we were at the door of the brothel.

“Then in!”

I don’t know exactly why I hesitated at that moment. But I suddenly knew that I wouldn’t go through this door.

“I’m not doing it,” I said. “Go in from me, I go back to the youth hostel.” -” What’s the shit now, “asked Mark. “You come with.” -” Fuck yourself, “I said.

“Or pay one so that she fucks with you! I’m not going in there.”

I turned around and went angry. I didn’t care what Mark and the others thought of me, I didn’t care that I had insulted Mark. I was just glad that I hadn’t come in.

It was 9 p.m. when I was back in the Judenherberge. I went to the lounge where my teacher and some classmates were sitting.

Ms. Schmidt was not there. Either she was also in the city or in her room. To suspect to suspect, I didn’t dare to ask someone about her. I went to my room, nobody was there.

Nobody seemed to be in the other rooms either. So I risked it to knock on Ms. Schmidt. Nobody opened. I knocked again;The door was torn open.

Mrs. Schmidt stood in front of me and looked at me with an angry contempt.

“What are you doing here,” she asked in a cold, intimidating tone. “I just wanted to …” I started to stutter when Ms. Schmidt interrupted me. “Were the hookers too expensive for you? If you thought you could just come to me?” -” I, I don’t even know what you … ” -” Don’t try not to talk you out! Do you mean I don’t know where you went there, as much as your friends talked about it? You are really too stupid to keep something secret. And the thing with both of us, you can now forget them.”

“I didn’t want to,” I said in a trembling voice.

“I just went with the other. I haven’t even went into the puff. I was already standing before, but then I went back. I swear to you.”

It was the first time, that I DUTZEN Ms. Schmidt.

I was so excited that it accidentally happened. I stood in front of her with a poching heart and looked at her with rusty eyes.

“You really didn’t go in?” -” really not. I even argued with Mark because of that. I’m sorry that I went with me at all.

I wanted to talk to you, but you always avoided me.” -” Because I had already heard what you were going to do.“Ms. Schmidt looked at me suspiciously. “Come in,” she finally said in a conciliatory voice. I followed her in the room and eagerly watched each of her movements. I wondered if she was still angry with me and whether she was me my story Really believed.

Unlike last night, she did not wear a bathrobe, which she could simply let herself slide off the body. She was a teacher again, had bound her hair into a bun, wore a black skirt and a white blouse. It was only striking that she was not wearing tights and barefoot through the room.

“What do you think your little friends need until they come back from their great adventure,” she asked mockingly while taking the room key off the chest of drawers. “I’m not sure,” I replied.

“I don’t think you will come back earlier than necessary. At eleven o’clock when we are supposed to be here at the latest.”

“Nice,” said Ms. Schmidt, walking past me and completing the room door. “Then nobody will miss you in the next hour.”

“Are they still angry,” I asked carefully. Ms. Schmidt smiled briefly.

“I think we can stay with you now. You can also call me Bea. Unless it makes you horny to call Mrs. Schmidt. And no, I’m no longer angry.

I am proud of you that you didn’t go into the brothel. But for the fact that you went with you at all, I think I deserve a little apology.”

“Sure,” I said. “I do everything.“Bea looked at me in silence for a moment and seemed to think. “Take off first,” she said then.

“And then kneel on the floor!”

This time I was no longer shy and made my things relieved. I enjoyed it out in front of Bea while she looked my bare body with lustful looks. “Nice kneel down,” she said teasically. I met her request and knelt on the floor naked.

My penis stiff upstairs.

Bea stood in front of me, lifted a foot and gently drove her toes over my stiff shaft. With her hand she drove through my hair tenderly, pulled my head a little and looked me deep in the eyes. “You are sorry that you went with the others,” she asked. “Because of your stupid idea, I got pretty excited about you.” -” Yes, I’m sorry, “I replied.

Bea smiled at me. “Nice,” she said. “Then you can apologize to me now.”

With these words, Bea pulled her skirt up and slipped out of her slip. She set up in front of me slightly wide, took my head back into her hands and pulled it under her skirt.

Her smell of pussies penetrated me as she pressed my face against her labia.

“Start licking,” she said. “I want to be soothed by you.“Knitting on the floor, my face pressed against her wet cunt, I stretched out my tongue and pushed it into her dripping hole. Bea groaned briefly and easily pulled me on my hair to confirm. I continued to lick her cunt, sucked her clit and let my salty -tasting cunt juice melt on my tongue.

While Bea sighed the caresses of my tongue, for the first time I really realized that she too longed for me.

I felt that it was more for her than to fulfill his dreamy fantasies, manipulate him, to take advantage of his secret needs. Bea had missed me, probably as much as I was. So she had been so angry that I had gone with my friends instead of coming to her.

Bea pulled me up. For a short moment I looked her in her eyes in silence, so -called the moment into me and kissed her tenderly on her lips.

Bea replied my kiss, first very gently and economical, later more intense. After a while Bea seemed to want to swallow my tongue and greedily pulled on it. With her steps she led me towards the bed and pushed me into playful but definitely on the mattress. With stiff penis I was naked in front of her, like a unpacked gift.

Bea stopped in front of the bed and began to slow down her blouse.

When all the buttons were open, she let her blouse slide from her shoulders, opened her bra and also dropped him to the ground. She slips out of her skirt and crawled naked to my bed naked.

I sat up a little and kissed one of her nipples. But Bea pushed me back gently. “Stay on her back,” she said and crawled over me.

First I expected that she would sit on my stiff cock, but she continued to crawl until her pelvis was exactly over my head.

She crouched wide on my face and touched my cunt slightly with her cunt. I suspected what she was expecting from me, stretched out my tongue and managed to drive the tip through her dripping column.

Bea carefully moved her pelvis up and down as she held up on the bed frame. As I licked her, I jerked my stiff penis until Bea stopped me. “Hey,” she said amused when she noticed what I was doing.

“Hands off! You can do something like that if you are alone or I want to watch. Tonight you will not touch yourself for the punishment.”

Bea straightened up a bit, turned around and crouched over my face with her pelvis again. “So that I can see what you do with your hands,” she said, leaning on my wrists so that I had to keep my arms on the mattress.

I started licking her again. But this time Bea didn’t keep her cunt just above me, but sat on my face.

Her cunt pressed on my mouth and my nose was pressed between her ass cheeks. I only got air difficult, her cunt mucus ran into my mouth and through her weight I was pressed onto the mattress. Nevertheless, I found it excitingly sinking into her, pushing my tongue deep into her cunt hole and sucking up her smell into me.

Bea pushed her pelvis softly sighing, slightly back and forth and enjoyed my tongue that moved in it. For a while she was satisfied with enjoying my young body among himself.

But it didn’t take long for her to resist, stretch out a hand to my stiff penis and play around it. First of all, very carefully she had her fingertips roam over it or gently jerked it off with her fingertips. In between, she kept interrupting her playful caresses, let a finger snap against my pulsating stand or tickled my scrotum.

Later she leaned forward, covered my penis with her hand, pulled my foreskin back and put her lips over my naked glans. My arms were free again, Bea’s soft breasts came to lie on my stomach and her cunt no longer pressed on my face.

I got more air again, but it did not fail to lick her with my tongue.

Bea and I were in the 69 position while sucking on my glans and I had my tongue driven through her cunt column. I lifted an arm, searched for her cunt with one hand and pushed a finger into her wet hole while I licked her on. Bea acknowledged my idea with a quiet, satisfied moan. Bea and I seemed to merge into one another, a meaty mass of lust and excitement.

I hardly made sure that in the meantime I poured myself in her mouth.

It also seemed for them, of course. She continued to suck on my penis and did not let him get limp again after my effusion. Bea’s basin also trembled from her orgasm without having to take it from her. Two fingers were in their dripping column and my mouth greedily greedily on their clit.

I had the intoxicating feeling that it always goes on so that I would keep pouring myself into it and she would keep trembling under my touch.

Our excitement seemed unlimited from us. But suddenly Bea left without warning, jerk like me. As with a cold shower, I was torn out of my foggy dream and suddenly heard it knocking on the door.

“Bea,” I heard a deep male voice behind the door. “May I come in?“It was the voice of my teacher.

“Wait,” called Bea, climbed off the bed and hastily looked for all of our things that were scattered on the floor. “I’m just moving around.”

Bea looked at me nervously and looked around in the room. Then she pushed our things in my hand and said: “You have to hide in the closet, quickly!“I stood in my arms with our things, naked in the small wardrobe. Bea made the closet door from the outside.

But since the door always opened, it hectically closed it. “I’ll let you out again when I got it off,” she hissed. “And no Mucks!”

I stood in the locked wardrobe, didn’t try to move and breathe as quietly as possible, which was not easy, because I was still quite excited.

I felt pretty stupid, like in a bad film in which the lover has to hide from the man in the closet. But what else was there to us? I heard Bea opened the door and let my teacher in.

“Is someone else with you,” I heard him ask and held his breath. “Oh what,” said Bea. “I just quickly put on my bathrobe.”

I don’t know exactly what this answer should prove today. Maybe Bea just wanted to calm me down by giving me a sign that she hadn’t opened the door naked to my teacher.

They both talked about tomorrow’s departure, as my teacher wanted to clarify a few organizational points beforehand.

My thoughts rolled over. Would he notice something that thought Bea at that moment, how did she feel and what would happen if she let me out of the closet again? Maybe this shock would make her clear what she had got involved with me, a student. And what would happen if my teacher would notice something? I could tell myself with the smallest sound.

Bea would take all the consequences, she bore the risk. Her job and career were dependent on the fact that I did not make myself felt in this tight closet.

But it would also hit me if I revealed myself. I would probably never see Bea again. The thought of it scared me, I didn’t want to lose her.

I collected my thoughts and heard Bea complimated my teacher. Bea opened the closet door, the fright was written on her face.

“It is best to get dressed again,” she said when I got off my closet at a loss. “Bea …” I said, but she interrupted me. “No Jens, it’s better if you go now.”

I had a big toilet in my throat while I was putting myself. When I was done, Bea went to the room door in silence, opened her and looked into the hallway.

“You can go,” she said toneless. “Nobody is in the hallway.”

I stepped to her. When I was already in the door frame, I turned to her and said again: “Bea …” – “Say nothing”, she interrupted me. “Just go before someone sees you!“At that moment I realized that everything would be over as soon as I became through this door.

But I didn’t want to put up with that.

I didn’t care, everything else … no matter. I only knew what I wanted to do. I pulled Bea to myself and kissed her on my mouth.

She pushed me out of herself. “Go,” she said, almost pleaded. “Just go!”

I kissed her a second time and again she pushed me away. “I can’t,” I said;I kissed her.

This time her resistance was weaker. I pushed her back into the room and pulled the door back behind us. Bea pressed her hands against my chest, but not very energetic. She returned my kiss and I opened her bathrobe.

I put my hand into her crotch and Bea pushed her away. I grabbed again, this time she let me.

My fingers rubbed over her cunt;Bea sighed and kissed me. Her hand nested on my belt and opened it while we kissed further. She opened my pants until I could dram down her.

Her hand grabbed my cock and jerked it.

“I can’t let you go either,” she sighed in my ear. “Why didn’t you just gone?“I didn’t answer her, she just kissed her eagerly.

Bea pushed me back to send away this time, but not to send me away. She pulled out her bathrobe again and went over to the bed. She crawled on the bed on all fours until only her feet hung over the bed edge.

Your firm butt stretched out to me. “Fuck me,” she said. “Now! I want to feel your cock in me.”

My stiff penis rocked up and off slightly when I went over to her. I put myself behind her and put my throbbing acorn on her dripping column.

Without hesitation, I penetrated them. Bea sighed satisfied. She hadn’t finished the door. If someone suddenly came into the room, we would have caught.

But we didn’t think about it. I pushed my penis feast into her wet grotto and let me fall off the entire tension of the last minute.

I took a thigh and pulled her ass feasts against my pelvis with every push. Bea’s cunt made smacking noises at the penetration and kept cramping my cock.

“Fuck me,” gasped Bea. “Just fuck me.“My movements became more and more violent, so fast and firm I could, I pushed my pelvis against her butt.

Bea’s cunt cramped, she suppressed her sighing groans as best she could and clawed in the mattress. My penis twitched, I splashed my sperm into her and fucked it on. I didn’t let my movements slower. It was only when my penis became more sensitive and slowly slacked up again.

I let my cock slip out of her cunt.

My sperm ran out of her cunt and Bea sagged together exhausted. I sat next to her on the edge of the bed and let myself fall on the mattress out of breath with my back. Bea turned her head to me and tenderly stroked my cheek. We looked at each other in love and sad.

This moment seemed to be like a saying. “You have to go,” said Bea. “Your friends will come back soon.” -” I know, “I replied. But I would have loved to stay and fell asleep next to her, her warm body on mine.

But I had to go.

I got dressed and gave Bea a sad farewell kiss. Then I left the room and went back to my own. There was nobody there yet. I lay down on my bed and felt lonely.

Would be tomorrow the excursion over. What would be afterwards? I could continue to meet Bea? My heart throbbed in my chest.

It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I searched for Bea’s apartment in shorts and T-shirt. Bea lived in a district where I didn’t know very well, which is why I needed a while to find the right street and house number.

When I stood at the door of the apartment building and searched for the right bell, my heart insisted in my chest. My hand was trembling with excitement when I rang at “Schmidt”.

A week had passed since the excursion, in which I had no longer been alone with her. But on Thursday after the excursion she spoke to me during the big break under an invented pretext.

She had given me her address and told me with a ambiguous look that I should come to her on Friday at 4 p.m. because of my tutoring lessons. “You need it difficult,” she said with a smile. “It would be best to stay all weekend so that you could catch up with the missed fabric.“It was of course clear to me that Bea had meant something else with tutoring hours.

That’s why I smiled at her and replied: “I will be there.”

The door buzzed and I could put it on. I stumbled up the steps excitedly until I finally stood in front of Bea’s apartment door on the fourth floor. I knocked. When the door opened and Bea stood in front of me, my breath caught me.

Bea’s big breasts were only worn by an open bra that supported them from below, but otherwise left it uncovered. Instead of a brief, she only wore a black, transparent straps belt through which her shame was clearly recognizable and attached to the black nylon stockings. Bea’s feet were in black high heels with very high heels. She had bound her hair into a strict bun.

Just through her sight I noticed how my pants got closer. This woman was really my former chemistry teacher?

Slightly wide -legged, one hand put into her hip, Bea stood in front of me in the hallway and examined me through the glasses of her frameless glasses. “Well, my sweeter,” she said. “Ready for your tutoring lessons?”

Before I could try to stammer an answer, Bea pulled me into her apartment on my T-shirt.

I still manage to throw the door behind me when Bea already gave me an intimate kiss. I put my hands on her firm, round ass cheeks and replied her kiss. “I missed you sweeter,” she said. “You me too?” -” Yes, “I replied.

“I missed you terribly.”

Bea smiled at me and crouched in front of me. We still stayed in her hallway when Bea started nesting on the button of my shorts. “I think we still have some time before we have to start lessons,” she said. She opened my pants and pulled her down with a firm jerk, together with my boxer shorts.

My stiff penis jumped out and rocked up and down in front of Bea’s face.

In order to be able to keep your balance in her crouched position on her high heels, Bea held up on my bare thighs with both hands. She looked up at me and grinned at me. “It’s good that I checked again,” she teased me. “With the spanking you couldn’t have concentrated on my lessons anyway.

Or does it?”

“Under no circumstances,” I replied and vigorously shook his head. “I thought that,” said Bea. “Then you will have to cum before we can start class.”

Her hands still on my thighs, licked Bea over my stiff beating and then made my penis tip disappear in her mouth. She sucked on my cock and let her tongue circle around my glans.

From time to time she nibbled on my cock with her teeth, but always let my penis slide so deep into her mouth that her lips just put themselves over my glans.

I enjoyed this focused treatment for a while, but after the days of waiting I wanted to finally push my cock deeper into her mouth. That’s why I took my hands behind Bea’s head and gently pulled it against my pelvis, causing my shaft to slide deeper into her mouth. Bea gave up the slight pressure of my hands and kept causing my cock into her mouth conscientiously. She didn’t seem to have anything against it, which is why I slowly pulled her head and closer to my pelvis.

At first Bea seemed to have to concentrate more, but to be able to endure the permanent penetration of my tail.

But after I got a little coarse, Bea suddenly had to cough and seemed to swallow something. I saw brief saliva from her corners of the mouth while coughing. But the whole situation – her outfit, her horny greeting and the fact that I hadn’t been with her since the excursion – made me so sharp that I became a little cheeky. But Bea was too much.

She pressed her hands against my thighs, freed herself with a short jerk and let my cock slide out of her mouth. Saliva threads ran out of her mouth and ran down on her chin. Bea wiped her arm away with her arm, which I found a bit of a shame, and looked strictly played up to me.

“So, says Jens,” she said. “Do you think you can already afford something like this with me?“I noticed her voice that she wasn’t really angry with me.

Still, I apologized. “Sorry,” I said and looked at her with big eyes. Bea acknowledged my rusty look with a short smile. “Hands behind your back!“Bea changed her position, came out of her crouch and knelt in front of me instead to have it more comfortable.

“I will punish you later for your naughty. Now I’m preparing you for the lessons.”

I thought briefly about what this punishment would look like. Bea would no longer be able to give me bad grades. At least none that would later be on my school certificate.

Also in the class book she could no longer enter me.

Since Bea no longer had to hold onto my thighs in her kneeling position, she was able to massage my scrotum with one hand, while with the other hand she captured my cock and my foreskin, as far as possible. Instead of jerking off my cock, she squeezed it in her hand and made sure that my already swollen acorn became even thicker. I reacted very sensitive when Bea struck her tip of my tongue over my red -glowing, throbbing tail tip, always nibbled on it with her teeth and bite slightly into it.

Nevertheless, I liked her treatment with which she tortured me playfully and that kept having me trembling. In my lende it was tingling more and more, which is why I started to moan quietly.

I closed my eyes and I was sure to spray a thick sperm spell on her face soon. But suddenly her hands disappeared from my pubic area and I couldn’t feel her mouth anymore. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that Bea turned around on the floor and presented himself in front of me in all fours. She had turned her ass in my direction.

When Bea pushed her back and made a hollow cross, he stretched towards me as a prompt.

Bea looked behind him and looked at me in a prompt. “What’s going on sweeter? Do you still make it today or do I have to get it myself?”

I did not think long, but knelt with down pants behind them. I took my cock in my hand and let it drive through Beas uncovered, damp column. I placed my cock tip at the entrance of her dripping grotto.

With a slight push of my pelvis, my cock slipped into her slippery, smacking cunt without much resistance. “Walking,” Bea groaned when I was in her. “Now you can get it right again to your teacher before your school lesson.”

I didn’t let myself be asked for long, put my hands on her hips and began to push them hard and firm from behind. Bea’s sticky cunt smacked with every push;My eggs clapped against their cunt.

“Fuck me,” gasped Bea. “Fuck your teacher! Fire, firmer!”

I rammed what the stuff held and had to pull myself together, not to cum in Bea too early, whose cunt kept cramping my cock. But for a long time I would no longer be able to withstand this pace. Due to the sex withdrawal of the past few days and Bea’s little foreplay I was already too excited to hold my sperm back for a long time.

So I got slower again, which Bea didn’t seem to like.

“Keep it up,” she cheered me on. “Don’t let yourself go, tear yourself together! And firm, firm!” -” I can’t do it long anymore, “I gasped. “It comes right away.” – “Give your best! Not yet inject!”

In Bea’s voice a hectic concern sounded. She wanted to come now.

She also needed it after the last days of waiting and I didn’t want to disappoint her. I fucked her so firmly I could and tried to flee into a kind of mental nirvana in which the pull in my lende did not exist. “Make it up” it penetrated to me as if through a broken loudspeaker. Then it happened.

My muscles contracted, my cock shrugged violently and I pumped Bea my sperm in violent sparkling into her finally shrugging cunt.

She cramped uncontrollably around my twitching spanking, while Bea groaned satisfied satisfied. I got slower;Bea also came to rest. My sagging cock slipped out of her with a gush of sperm and cunt juice, while Bea persisted in her position for a few seconds. Then she turned on all fours, crawled to my half -shattered tail and took him in her mouth to suck him clean.

Satisfied, Bea found that my penis did not slip any further during her cleaning, but got upset again.

“Well look at,” said Bea appreciatively. “There can be one again right away.” -” If you continue to do so, “I answered proudly.

Bea gave me a teasing folding on my half -tire cock and said: “It’s time for your lessons. Take off completely and then come to the living room!”

I did what Bea asked, followed her naked through the hallway into the living room and let me show the individual rooms. Bea’s apartment was not very big.

There was a small hallway, a bathroom with a bathtub, a small bedroom where a large bed took the most space, and a large, spacious living room with an open kitchen in which a dining table was. In the living room there was a sofa and two armchairs behind a soofatic, in front of which there was a large television on a chest of drawers. I wondered which films Bea watched on this device and immediately had a picture in front of my inner eye, how she looked at a porn and satisfied herself. But I kept this thought to myself.

Instead, I thought about what would happen to me.

Sure, tutoring lessons.

Lessons, Bea had said. But of course I couldn’t know what exactly she imagined or what she was up to. “There is a test,” said Bea. “What is it over,” I giggled like a typical half -stronger.

“Sex studies?” -” No you dusel “teased me and gave me a gentle folding on the back of the head. “Chemistry, of course. Let’s see what you still know. Since you passed me back then, something should have stuck.” -” You are serious, “I asked incredulously.

– “Of course,” replied Bea. “Sit in the dining table!”

I sat down at the table on which a fountain pen and a blown sheet was already lying on paper. I looked at Bea skeptically, who sat next to me at the table. She was really serious.

That meant: I was sitting naked at the dining table of my former chemistry teacher, which I had fucked in the hallway a few moments ago and who were currently sitting next to me in suspenders and open bra.

I still couldn’t quite believe it. “And how long do I have time for” I still asked skeptically. Bea smiled at me. “Time depends on you,” she said and grinned in a variety of ways.

She took my cock in her hand and began to slowly jerk off. “I have the feeling your little man can spray again right away.” -” If you keep playing around, “I said. “But what about time?” -” You have as much time for the test as you can not inject it, “said Bea as she continued to massage my cock. “Since your spanking has been back for a long time, we can start right away.

In your place I would slowly turn the test over. There is a reward for a good grade. I have to let you go for a bad one.”

That can be something, I thought. Even if this test was part of Bea’s erotic game, I still felt back into the unpleasant everyday classroom life.

Even if it sounds strange, but I was anxiety because I didn’t want to embarrass myself before Bea. And this fear didn’t get smaller when I turned the test. It actually felt like an exam. Only that I was naked, my teacher in suspenders and open bra sat next to me and jerked my stiff tail.

So I fell into a strange mood that was a mixture of exam anxiety and excitement. Definitely not good condition to concentrate.

I turned the test and flogged the individual tasks. It is best to spray immediately, I thought. Then you have it behind you.

I really didn’t seem to have kept anything anymore. Nevertheless, I did the first task while Bea continued to devote herself to my cock. “Be glad that I just let you inject you,” she teased me in gun. “Otherwise you would have really bad examination conditions now.”

1.Task: How many atoms does a mol of any substance consist of? A) countless many a) 6*10^23 b) 3 c) 1.66*10^-24 d) 2.000.000

What the hell was another mol? I looked over at a nervously, which intentionally did not seem to consider and concentrated on my cock.

My God, she made the guuut … While she moved her hand up and down, she gently gently stroked her thumb over my glans, from which a tingling sensation spread through all of my loins. Shit, I thought. Try to concentrate! Since I thought I had answered this question in a test, I crossed B.

I somehow hoped to cheat through the test, but the next questions were even more difficult.

2. Task: Sulfuric acid reacts to sodium hydrogen sulfate with sodium hydroxide solution. A.) Indicate the reaction equation. B.) Indicate the leaf formula in a dissociated state from a mentioned molecule.

3.

Task: indicate the relationship formulas of the following connections: calcium fluoride sodium nitride potassium chloride aluminum bromide magnesium sulfide gallium oxide

In this way it continued, although I only believed to be able to answer something every now and then. I scribbled hectically on my sheet, stroked a lot and tried again. Even if I wouldn’t cum all day, I would probably not get a good grade more. Bea seemed to be aware of this, because she kept kept at me at a calm pace and even summed up calmly, while I desperately tried to push her hands and my throbbing limb and concentrate on the questions.

But after 20 minutes Bea seemed to lose patience. “See that you get ready,” she said and began to increase her pace.

She took my penis in her hand and moved her up and down quickly and controlled. In the meantime, she rubbed with the palm of her other hand over my sensitive glans and stimulated my penis in addition. I already noticed how my juice rose again and I had to concentrate more and more on my cock, which means that my attention was very much distracted from the test questions.

I had hardly answered half of the test and was not a single answer that she was right that she was right. In order to at least pass this test, I need more time.

But not only the treatment through her hands made me worse. The sight of their high -pressed, naked breasts also steered me off. When Bea noticed that she grinned at me and wobbled around with them in front of my nose.

“You should concentrate on the test,” she said giggling. “Not on my horny, plump udder.“She had deliberately spoke out the last sentence in a seductive voice, which only appealed to me even more.

The filler trembled in my hand. I tried to answer another question when my eyes were again distracted by her breasts. That was too much, all of a sudden and unexpectedly sudden and unexpectedly a violent twitch my loins and my pulsating cock shot out thick sperm sprinkles in a high sheet, some of which landed on the test.

“So that’s it,” said Bea, squeezing the last sperm drops out of my cock and sucking her hands as if she had eaten something greasy.

“My god, how should I correct it,” she asked, showing me the sperm drops on the test. She took him and wiped it on my upper body. “So now it’s going. Let’s see what you have brought about.“Bea put the test on the table in front of her and took a red pencil with which you can strain my mistakes.

The first task was correct, but after that the red pencil danced over almost every sparse answers.

“But that’s not good,” said Bea again and again. “Here you would have … that’s not true … that’s very wrong …” I swallowed and watched Bea with nervous eyes.

The worst thing was when she stopped commenting on the test and so silently and thus continued to concentrate to underline every mistake and to scribble short comments on the edge. I suspected what that would result in. At the end of her correction, Bea wrote the grade poorly under the test in red letters. She pushed him over to me and looked at me strictly.

“With the performance, you wouldn’t survive the tenth grade again,” she said so convincingly that I was no longer sure whether what we did was a game or bitter serious.

But then Bea smiled to my relief. “You will still have to sit with me often,” she said. I finally understood their game and got on it. “But I have no money for tutoring,” I deliberately talked to her with her last name.

“No money, so,” said Bea. “Then we have to find a different way, as you can pay for the hours.” -” I do everything Ms. Schmidt. I absolutely have to pass this course.”

“Well,” said Bea and looked at her clock. “How long can you stay today?” -” to half past eight.

At eight I have to be back home.” -” Aha, and from tomorrow?” -” I can stay overnight. By Sunday evening “

“Well Jens,” said Bea. “Then today we have no time for further lessons. You finally have to arise for today’s hour and punish you for earlier.

You have to keep up tomorrow.”

“Ok,” I said, now a little shy. Bea looked really very strict when she let the teacher hang out. “First the punishment, or …”, I started to ask carefully. Bea interrupted me.

“I think we save the punishment for the end,” she said. “Now I want to be rewarded by you first.”

“Come over to the sofa,” said Bea as she got up. We went to the sofa and Bea sat on it wide -legged. I stopped a little undecided as she let her eyes wander over my bare body.

Bea stretched out her arm and plucked a few times testing my flap tail. It probably needs a breather first, ”said Bea and let go of him. “Then you will have to compensate me with your tongue.”

“Knee yourself in front of me, on all four,” said Bea, while she spread her legs wide and slipped onto the sofa clinic. I went to all four and crawled between the sofa and coffee table, so that my face was between Beas opened thighs in front of her tart, dripping cunt.

“And now lick,” said Bea calmly and leaned back relaxed.

I pressed my face into her lap and started furrowing my tongue through her wet column. “Mhm´”, Bea sighed satisfied. Your horny fragrance overflowed my thoughts. Bea’s cunt tasted bitter and smelled even more than usual, which only excited me more.

Maybe she smelled so intensely because Bea had had to do without me for so long.

The thought excavated me that I was sipping the juice, the Beas cunt for days, which was of course quite absurd, because Bea was value on personal hygiene. Nevertheless, I already felt a dull throbbing in my cock that slowly swelled again.

“Nice,” sighed Bea. “This is how you pay your teacher for tutoring hours.“I penetrated her slippery hole with her tongue, sucked on her swollen clit and sipped her horny juice. Since I knelt on all fours, it would have been annoying to take a hand to help, which is why I waived it and was only dependent on my tongue.

Bea drove me through my hair with relish, put into my crest and pressed my face more firmly against her cunt.

I noticed how her cunt twitched again and again, especially when I sucked on her clitoris or gently nibbled on him. Today he seemed particularly sensitive to me and Bea soon gave a short, pointed sigh with almost every touch or movement of my tongue.

I felt challenged and tried to lick as quickly and suck as intensely as I could. I didn’t make sure that my tongue got tired. Bea’s cunt dripped more and more and when she had her orgasm and her cunt started to twitch uncontrollably, a large, salty surge of her sticky juice flowed out of her as if she had sprayed like a guy.

I had to make an effort to swallow everything quickly enough, but it also made me incredibly horny.

Bea’s hands clawed into my hair while I was slowly continuing. My cock – in which the blood pounded violently – had grown back to the full size and I wondered how this woman could excite me so much. She seemed to be able to squeeze me like a soap dispenser.

When Bea’s hands came out, I loosened my head out of her lap. Bea breathed heavily and smiled at me when I was looking at her with my smeared face.

“Come here,” she said, waving me up with her hand. “I want to lick your face.“Bea slipped back and I could kneel on the sofa between her open legs. I supported myself on the back of the sofa, bent my head down something to her and kissed her very softly and tenderly on my lips. Bea stretched out her tongue and licked over my smeared face.

I noticed how she nested with one hand on my stiff beating.

“You probably never give peace,” laughed Bea, gently jerking my stiff shaft. “Not with you,” I replied while we both smiled at. “Don’t take your mouth too full,” she teased me. “Tomorrow you have to sit down, then I will check how long you really hold through.” – “You can do it if you like.“I kissed Bea and researched her mouth with my tongue.

But Bea pressed her hands against my shoulders and pressed me out of herself. I looked into her eyes a bit at a loss that, who was disturbing me worryingly,. “Time for your punishment,” she said.

I had to lie down naked naked without knowing what Bea was going to do with me. “Will you see already,” she said, while I was obedient to the table with the cock out.

Bea went into her kitchen and I saw how she took a glass out of the shelf and came back with it. Suddenly it became clear to me what she was going to do with it. And I didn’t like it at all. “You can fully forget that,” I said, making institutions up to get up again.

But Bea depressed me to the table and knelt on the living room carpet next to me. “Punishment has to be,” she said and looked at me seriously. She took my erect, throbbing cock in her hand and began to slowly jerk off. “I think it’s disgusting to do that,” I said.

“I know,” replied Bea. “That’s why it’s a punishment. Be glad that I just let you swallow your own juice.”

I moved out my face and thought briefly about just restarting Bea. She would not force me to anything that I didn’t want.

On the other hand, I wanted to surrender to her. I wanted to complain and complain so that she realized that it was uncomfortable for me. But I felt that I would lose part of our relationship if I would now enforce my own will. Part that I would miss would be destroyed forever.

“I can’t get another punishment? Can’t you just spank my butt or something?” -” Mhhmm … no, “said Bea.

“Maybe next time.” -” Well nice “, I replied, because I suspected that Bea needed one last confirmation from me. She grinned at me and began to jerk off my cock festival. Despite the thought of my upcoming punishment, I started to enjoy their treatment and moan quietly. But suddenly Bea broke off unexpectedly and freed my cock out of her grip.

“You know what,” she said. “I thought about it differently. You do it yourself. After all, it should be a punishment.”

Bea pushed the glass into my hand and sat in front of me on the sofa.

A little surprised sat on me and was now sitting in front of her soof. “I want you to take you down yourself and then splash your sperm into the glass. And woe you splash something wrong. You will then drink the glass.“I stayed on the table and started to jerk off my cock in front of Bea’s eyes.

Bea smiled at me. “It looks horny,” she said, hit her legs on top of each other and watched me with relish.

It also excited me, despite everything. The situation had something horny. To sit in front of her, to be observed by her while I was concerned with myself and staring on her big tits.

I wouldn’t need it for a long time, but I hesitated it out. I knew my body well enough so that I didn’t have to spray immediately. After a while I noticed that Bea became impatient. She looked at her wristwatch and said, “Come on! Ten minutes and you still haven’t hosed.” -” Just do it yourself if it takes too long, “I said cheekily.

“That could suit you that way. I’ll give you five minutes.”

Bea looked back on her watch to stop the time. “And if not,” I asked unruly. “If not,” said Bea.

“If not, you can forget your tutoring hours tomorrow. If you want to pinch it is your thing, but you wanted one who knows what she wants. Do you remember … what you talked to me about in the car about?”

Of course I still remembered it.

“Show me that you meant it seriously back then. Otherwise you can disappear right away. I know what I want and now I want to see you sip your sperm.”

Bea was right. I saw that she was exactly the woman I wanted.

No girl I knew would have asked me what Bea just demanded from me. I looked into her strict eyes that were curious to see how I would make a decision. I couldn’t help it, kept wanking and kept my cock in the glass when he started to twitch violently and I sprayed.

No drop went wrong, everything landed in the glass. Bea looked like me triumphantly.

She got up and took the glass. She dabbed a finger and cost a little bit of my sperm. “Spicy,” she teased me. Then she put the edge of the glass on my lips and tipped it lightly.

“Drink nice,” she giggled. I opened my lips a gap and let my sticky juice run into my mouth. Herb tasted salty and felt slippery on the tongue.

I would have loved to spit it out again, but Bea held the glass on my lips until my whole drinking had flowed into my mouth. “And swallow,” said Bea.

I hesitated briefly, but then overcame myself and swallowed my own juice down. “Well,” said Bea and gave me a kiss as a reward. “Wasn’t that bad, or?” -” It wasn’t delicious, “I replied.

But Bea was right. It wasn’t bad and in a strange way the thought excited me to have swallowed my own sperm because of Bea.

It was harder to say goodbye to her, but I had to be at home in time. For tomorrow I had the excuse to spend the night with a friend who actually visited his grandparents over the weekend. But today I had to go back to my parents.

“Be here on time at eight o’clock tomorrow morning,” Bea let the teacher hang out, but then gave me a kiss that didn’t feel like a teacher. It was still bright and pleasantly warm outside.

When I was sitting in my room in the evening, I got an SMS from Bea unexpectedly.

“I still have a homework for you.“, Stood in it. “Make your cell phone with your cell phone and send it to me.”

I had to smile about the SMS. “Everything you want ;-)” I wrote back.

“Make sure that he is nice and stiff!“Bea’s next message came.

I made sure that my room door was closed, pulled my pants down and jerked my cock until it was stiff.

Then I took a photo. But shortly before I sent it I hesitated.

What did I actually do there? What would Bea take with the photo? Would she not show it to anyone? I don’t know exactly why I finally put it off. Perhaps because of the idea of how Bea would look at before falling asleep and jerk off her cunt.

The next morning it was still pleasantly fresh. The sun shone in my face while a cool wind blew under my fluttering T-shirt.

After getting up, I showered briefly, wrapped down a small breakfast and had come out of the house at half past eight. It didn’t matter to me so early on a Saturday because I wanted to be back at Bea as soon as possible.

When I arrived at her house a little early, I briefly sat on the stairs on her doorstep and waited impatiently that it was eight o’clock.

I rang exactly the second at Bea and as soon. I sprinted up the stairs, always taking two steps at a time, and after a few seconds it was slightly out of breath in front of Bea’s apartment door. The door opened before I could knock and Bea stood in front of me in a white bathrobe, which was only kept together by a binding belt very negligently.

She had wrapped a white towel around her head and just seemed to have showered. I put my foot over her threshold and wanted to enter.

But Bea stretched out her arm and held me back.

“Wait Jens, not so quickly,” she said, grinning me in a variety of ways. “From now on there is a dress code for you in my apartment. You will have to stick to them if you come to tuition.” -” What kind of clothing order “, I asked unsuspectingly.

“A dress code after which you are not allowed to wear clothes in my apartment,” replied Bea. I grinned briefly and of course I didn’t mind.

“As you mean,” I said and wanted to step in again. But again Bea held me back.

“Wait,” she said. “What did I say?” -” No clothes, “I replied. “Sure.

I’ll take the things off when you have let me go.”

“I didn’t mean that, Jens,” she corrected me. “The dress code applies to the apartment. That means you have to take off your things beforehand.” -” What, do you mean here in the stairwell?” – “That’s your thing. From me also outside on the street, definitely not in my apartment.”

“And when someone sees me,” I asked.

“Just hurry up,” was Bea’s tight answer.

I looked around in the stairwell unsafe. Bea had a lot of annoying. First the photo of my cock and now I should risk naked in your hallway caught to become. But what else did I have if I wanted to go to her? I felt that Bea would insist on her condition.

So I hastily slipped out of my things. Fortunately, because of the warm weather, I only wore a T-shirt, boxer shorts, shorts and flip-flops.

Nevertheless, my heart knocked out of excitement and Bea did not make it better than she said: “Please put your things neatly next to the base before you come in!” -” I can’t just leave my things out here. What if someone takes away?”

“If you put them together properly, nobody will collect it,” said Bea. “And if so,” I asked.

“Then you have to go home naked tomorrow,” she replied, as if it were just a trifle. “What is now, do you want to discuss naked or finally come in here?”

I hardly had time to think about it, if only because I was getting more and more caught and kept looking unsafe to the door of the opposite apartment. If someone came out there, I would be caught. Bea could still strike her door and claim that a former student molested her.

I would stand naked in the hallway and look stupid out of my laundry. So I hastily put my things next to the doormat. “Walking,” said Bea. “Come in!”

Relieved I scurried into Bea’s apartment and quickly pulled the door behind me.

I was still a bit angry. But before I was able to look at her, she already pressed her lips on mine, which immediately compensated me for the excitement. Our tongues played together. I felt like Bea’s hand reached for my cock, which after a few seconds grew to his full size.

“Your little friend coped well,” she said, taking a step back from me.

I grinned her teasically and plucked slightly at the link of her bathrob.

“He wants to have a little compensation anyway,” I said.

“About the lessons before class”, Bea asked in disbelief. “After the weak performance you delivered yesterday during the test? Hmm, well, let’s see. First I need a good breakfast. Have you already had breakfast?” -” Yes, this morning before I’m going on.” -” Don’t do anything.

Maybe you are still a little hungry. At least you can afford me company.”

On the way into the kitchen, Bea provocatively let her bathrobe slide from her shoulders and had only wrapped the white towel around her head while she strut in front of me and I stared on her round, naked butt.

She had already prepared breakfast. We sat in the kitchen at the dining table, on which fresh rolls, orange juice, jam, honey and butter stood. I felt a bit like in a breakfast pension.

We sat opposite ourselves and while Bea bite into her bun coated with honey, I stared at her plump breasts.

“Hhmm,” she smacked. “I love honey. Do you don’t want to eat anything?” -” How “, I said and woke up from my absence. “Sorry, was briefly gone.” -” If you are not hungry, come to me!”

I got up, went around the table and stood next to her.

Bea swallowed the last piece of rolls and grabbed the honey glass. I waited excited about what she was up to. She opened the glass, dabbed a knife and began to brush my still stiff cock with honey. “I prefer to have penis for breakfast,” giggled Bea, which I found a bit silly, but still exciting.

“Keep silent,” she said, putting her lips over my sticky shaft.

Gently she sucked the honey down and let her tongue circle around my glans. “Delicious,” she said. “You want to bite off there”, and briefly gently gently into my glans.

She continued her sweet breakfast and next she tried my penis with jam. But this time she did not put him, but pushed him down and dipped it into jam glass a little cumbersome until my shaft was almost completely disappearing in the sweet mass.

“Well, how does it feel to put your cock in my food?” -” feels good, “I replied.

“You little piglets,” added Bea with a smile and pulled my penis out of her jam again. This time she enjoyed him with her tongue.

I enjoyed her little snack that made you want more. I was excited about what she would try next. Again she reached to the honey glass.

But this time she hadn’t targeted my cock. She held the glass over her breasts, tipped it lightly and let a sticky gush honey run over her tits. “So that you also have something tasty,” she said and stretched her breasts towards me in a prompt.

I leaned down to her and let my tongue drive over the sticky, sweet film on her tits. I sucked the honey from her nipples and sucked it out of the column between her udders.

It was incredibly horny and tasty and I could hardly hold back.

When I licked Bea’s breasts clean, I gave her an intensive, demanding kiss. “I want to fuck you,” I said a little directly and hoped that she would agree with me.

But Bea didn’t do it to me. “First you have breakfast,” she said. “I’m full,” I replied.

“But not me. I also want to have something delicious from you.”

She took a bun out of the basket and cut it into half, from which she put one on her plate and took the other in her hand.

With her free hand she grabbed my cock and began to jerk him. “Just stay that way,” she said. “It’s best to do this.”

I already suspected what she was up to.

“Let me know if you have to inject.”

I knew that she wanted to have my sperm as a spread, thought “well”, supported my hands in the back, stretched my pelvis forward and enjoyed the concentrated movements of her hand. Bea seemed to use my stiff cock like a tube of ketchup.

“Hopefully something will come out of it too,” she annoyed me.

I didn’t doubt that. I already felt the warning tingling in my loins as I watched Bea, who was sitting naked in front of me and milked my tail. Last night I would have loved to get one down before falling asleep.

But I had saved my juice for her. So it didn’t take long for me to feel my sperm on me.

“It is coming, it comes,” I groaned, just before pulling a strong pull in my loins and had my sperm spray out. Bea made sure that the splashes were distributed on their bun half and squeezed the last drop from my penis.

“It looks delicious,” she said and bit into the fully sprayed bun half. “Do you want?“I shook my head and shook my face.

If Bea had insisted on it, I would have cost. But she just winced with her shoulders and said: “All the more for me.”

After breakfast, Bea disappeared alone in her bedroom. She wanted to get upside down while I was looking after the washing up what I never did at home. But with her it was something else.

It was like in a well -rehearsed relationship and I felt incredibly grown up at that moment.

As if Bea and I live together in their apartment as if we were a normal couple that shares the housework.

When I was finished with the washing up, Bea just came out of her bedroom. She wore nothing but an open blouse that only covered her back. She had put her hair into a strict bun as usual. She came to me barefoot, looked at the empty sink and the cleared table and gave me an appreciative pat on my bare butt.

“Fine Jens,” she said. “Ready for your lessons?” I nodded.

Before it started, Bea got a small table on rolls from the wall cabinet in her bedroom. And even though she was a teacher, I was a little surprised that she had something like that in her apartment. She put the table in the living room and placed a chair in front of which I had to sit on.

Only one desk was still missing to make the illusion perfect. But maybe Bea didn’t want anything that hidden her view of my bare body.

So now I sat naked on a chair and looked at my naked teacher, who only wore an open shirt. This situation reminded me a bit of a dream in which you sit naked in the classroom. Only that this situation was not embarrassing and I found it very exciting instead.

I don’t think I really expected Bea really wanted to teach me seriously.

I thought of a game, but when Bea wrote “hydrocarbon” as a heading to the board, it dawned to me to actually teach me.

“I hope you take care of me now than back then,” she warned me and started telling me something about alkanes and writing the chemical formulas on the board.

I can’t judge whether I really watched better than before in her class. On the one hand I was more attentive, but this attention was mainly aimed at Bea’s naked bodies, her plump tits, her round ass and her slimy cunt. Less on the teaching material. Still, I tried to understand everything Bea explained to me.

After half an hour I looked at the clock.

In the meantime it was 10 a.m. Even if I found it a bit unnecessary, I raised my arm to ask a question.

“Yes Jens,” asked Bea. “You don’t understand something?” -” No “, I replied. “I just wanted to know how long we would do.” -” In a quarter of an hour there is a short break.

We will do it like on a normal school day. There are six school hours for a forty -five minutes. After every hour there is a short break. Except after the third hour, there is a big break.”

Bea explained this to me so naturally that I was seriously wondering what was going on with this woman.

Not that I didn’t enjoy watching her when she was taught when she was walking naked in front of me. But I found it very exaggerated to hold a complete school day.

“Really now,” I asked and incredulously. “Yes, really now,” Ahmte Bea Ahmte me in a strict voice.

I noticed that she did not want to hear any contradiction and even if I didn’t know exactly what the whole thing was, I decided to get involved and wait where the whole thing would lead.

Nevertheless, I just didn’t want to sit silently, because my penis was swollen to the full size through Bea’s horny sight. I started wanking him and was eagerly waiting for her reaction.

Bea smiled when she saw what I was doing. “You little boys have to play around you all the time,” she teased me.

“If you have a horny teacher, there is no other way,” I replied grinning. “Well, Jens, then I wank your lümmel! Maybe it will help you to concentrate.”

Bea continued her lessons while I continued to play around what she obviously seemed to like. After a quarter of an hour she looked at the clock briefly and said: “So short break.” -” How long, “I asked.

“Five minutes, like in school?” -” Not necessarily “, Bea replied and came up to me. “The length of the break depends on you.”

Bea crouched in front of my chair and grabbed my stiff cock. She started to jerk him and said: “The breaks always take just as long as you can not spray it. Since you just played around all the time, this break will not take that long.”

My juice already dammed up and I noticed that I would not be able to endure the fixed up and down and off-move of your arm for long.

Nevertheless, I didn’t want to make it too easy for her and tried to hold back a bit.

“Well, go,” said Bea. “You couldn’t think of anything else all the time. Your cock was stiff all the hour and you had to play around on you too. I made you so horny?” – “Of course you have.” -” Then spray from you little piglets!”

At that moment my juice shot out of my twitching tail.

He landed on my chest and stomach. Bea cost a little bit of it, but rubbed most of it on my body.

“Now you have sprayed yourself,” she said and grinned at me. Then she got up again. “Well, then again for class.

Incidentally, I hope that you won’t be floppy for me today. From now on you will have to inject during every break. And I want to be fucked later too.”

There she was again, the strictly adamant teacher who made me so horny. But I was a bit queasy with the thought.

Bea had already relieved me twice and with the remaining breaks I would have to make it four times at 45 minute intervals.

Although I was able to reduce some pressure during the break, it wasn’t easier to follow the teaching material. I had almost got used to Bea’s nudity, but my belly tingled with excitement. Again and again I looked at the clock nervously to see how much time until the next break was left. The strange was that the excitement I felt was not even particularly uncomfortable but rather exciting.

Nevertheless, I trembled before the next break and especially before the breaks that should come afterwards. I would make it impress with my potency or I would make you weak and disappoint you?

Maybe she put it on it, maybe she wanted to humiliate me, at least a little. She made something awesome? On the other hand, she may just enjoy being able to use a young guy with a non -declining sexual endurance. I hoped to have this perseverance.

“So, again an hour,” said Bea and I was really scared about how quickly the time was gone.

Nevertheless, I stayed well on my chair with my half -tire tail.

“But it has to be a little harder,” said Bea, crouched between my open thighs and held up a little.

She leaned down her head into my lap, licked her tongue over my cock briefly and put her lips over my glans. She started sucking, which quickly led to my penis straight up to his full size. I enjoyed Bea’s smacking mouth work, but when my shaft was stiff enough, she let him slide out of her mouth again and encompassed him with her hand.

“Wanking goes faster than blowing,” she said, and began moving her hand with fast, firm movements up and down.

Bea was not squeamish and squeezed my penis like an empty toothpaste tube. I was still able to enjoy this treatment, but I got a little queasy about how my dick would feel like it would be the next time.

“Well, make you a bead,” said Bea played impatiently while she kept jerking off my cock.

“You haven’t injected that often today.” -” I’ll hold it back, “I answered cheekily. “Then I have a long break.“Bea grinned at me. “Oh, that’s how it is,” she said. “I’m curious to see how long you can do that.”

I was able to hold out longer this time, but Bea’s treatment didn’t make it too easy for me either.

Her hands knew what they did and whenever she briefly interrupted her controlled up and down movements and massaged my swollen glans with her thumb when she licked her briefly or she tickled her long fingernail.

After a few minutes of this treatment, I could no longer suppress some sighs and moaners.

“You are probably not already weakening,” asked Bea with a grin. “You would like to have that,” I replied. But in truth I had to pull myself together strongly.

Your hands were too concentrated, too determining. It was as if Bea had violently tearing control over my penis.

After a few more minutes I noticed that she would be successful with it. Bea also noticed that I was flinching more and more and only having to hold back my juice.

“I think your break is over right away you little splash.”

Bea looked deep into my eyes and drove her tongue seductively over her lips. That was too much for me. I winced on the chair and unloaded me again on my upper body.

It was a little less than last time, but I was surprised that something came anyway.

Bea also squeezed the last drop from my shaft, which was now quite sensitive. I moved my face when she continued to nest it. “Ahh”, I crossed what she had giggled briefly.

“Oh, you may be mimoses,” she teased me.

“Your cocks are always so sensitive when you have hosed down.”

With these words she let my penis to be kissed for a short time after she kissed it.

“Brave little guy,” she giggled. “Then we let him have a little recovery time again. He still has to hold out today.“Bea looked at me with a grin, but I had a slue feeling in my stomach.

When she continued with the lessons, a lot to be careful to me, because now I was constantly looking at the clock and the seconds counted. Bea also seemed less concentrated and I caught her how she kept giving away fleeting looks at the clock, unconsciously stroking her tits or let her hand wander down to her wet shiny cunt.

I suddenly thought that the next break would be the big break.

Bea hadn’t told me what I would expect in this, but I noticed that I hadn’t fucked her today. Was that the reason for her overplayed unrest. In any case, I suspected that the big break would not be a real break even. “Just don’t let me down,” I said in my thoughts about my cock while the minute hand raced over the clock.

There were only a few minutes left.

Not only me, but also Bea looked at the clock almost continuously. The pointer clacked one last time and Bea said almost relieved: “Pause.”

She looked at me, with greedy eyes, and like the rabbit in front of the snake I was frozen in my chair. My heart poche and Bea came across suddenly and unexpectedly to me.

She dropped her mastery, pulled me down from my chair and kissed me greedily on my mouth. Her hand wandered to my crotch, grabbed my licked cock and began to jerk him.

“Well, do it,” said Bea uneasy. But before my cock was really hard again, she lost the patience and pressed me down. “Lay on,” she ordered and I lay down on the hard floor in front of her.

Bea did not hesitate long, but sat on my face with her dripping cunt. Your front was facing my cock.

She greedily grabbed it and started wanking him further as I pushed my tongue into her slimy hole.

I licked and sucked on her cunt and sipped her sticky juice. My cock grew back to his pulsating hardness, even if it felt a bit deaf. Still, I became horny again.

Bea groaned, sitting on my face, and pushed her pools back and forth. A high quie kilked her mouth and her twitching thighs pressed together, while a thick gush of cunning juice flowed in my throat.

I coughed up by Bea’s thighs. It was only when her orgasm had subsided that she got up from my smeared face. I japied for air, but Bea didn’t have enough. She turned around my body lying on the floor and only stopped when her pelvis was over my cock.

She grabbed it hectically and put him on her wet cunt hole.

She sat on my stiff, which penetrated her without much resistance until the attack, leaned forward and supported her hands on my chest. Then she began to push her pool back and forth with quick, violent movements.

“Well finally,” she breathed. “I knew that your young cock wasn’t getting limp. For your teacher’s cunt, he always becomes stiff what Jens?” -” For her always Ms. Schmidt.”

“You Geiler Bengel,” said Bea, began to jump up and down on my hard spanking and ride me violently.

“I will properly wear your dick today.”

It excited me how obscene she was talking again, while her movements became more and more violent and her big udders bumped over me up and down. I grabbed them and kneaded them vigorously, which Bea made really horny.

She gasped and groaned and her cunt cramped around my cock. “Can you still have,” she panted. “For a long time,” I replied, and was far from being able to inject.

But Bea’s body suddenly trembled and her cunt shrugged and uncontrolled.

She expressed her second orgasm with a deep, gurgling moan. Her movements became slower and slightly exhausted, she supported herself on my upper body. But she stayed on my cock. To end it, she slowly moved her pool back and forth.

After a few breaths, she had caught up something again.

“Your cock probably needs a little more,” said Bea. “Believe,” I replied. Bea smiled at me. “Well,” she said.

“Then I will probably have to be fucked by you even longer.”

Without recovering himself, Bea climbed off my hard, smeared cock, crawled away from me a bit on all fours and stretched out her trembling ass. I sat up and knelt behind her.

“Well, do it,” still gasped Bea a little out of breath, while I had my swollen glans drive over her damp column. I penetrated into her with a violent jerk. I fucked her with quick bumps and enjoyed getting Bea out of breath.

Sweat dripped from my chin to Bea’s blouse, which had long since glued through her skin.

I didn’t let up, fucked Bea so quickly and firmly I could and let my pelvis clap against her bare butt.

“Splash,” gasped Bea. “I can’t … can’t.“I didn’t think about it. I could still hold it back.

“Forget it,” I said cheekily and a little out of breath. “I can’t inject it anyway … this is your own fault because you have constantly deviated me.”

Bea gasped and groaned while I continued to ram her without a break. “Splash, already spray,” she almost flexed and when I hardly had breathe after a while, I tasted my abdominal muscles until my cock twitched in her cramped cunt.

I felt as if my eggs were squeezed;An uncomfortable pull burned in my loins.

I stopped abruptly in my movements and pulled my sensitive, burning tail very carefully out of her damp hole. He flinched outdoors a few more times, then he slowly shrank together again.

Bea saged on the floor exhausted and I let myself be ploped on my butt. So we stayed for a few minutes and tried to breathe back again. After we calmed down a bit, Bea crawled over to me.

“Let’s see,” she said, examining my cock with her fingers.

“Aahh”, I whined a little when she touched my sensitive penis.

“Don’t quenching,” she teased me as she played around on my flap cock. “I will touch that a few more times today. But now let me clean it again! It is completely glued.”

Bea leaned into my lap and started sucking my penis clean. “No, Ahhh, not,” I tried to stop her.

But she didn’t pay great attention to me. With every movement of her tongue, no matter how light, even the gentlest sucking, I winc. It was a gentle torture, but I didn’t try to do too much. Only when my penis was clean again and Bea let off from him, could I relax a little again.

When she wanted to get up and went on with the lessons, I didn’t believe that I would endure the next two breaks.

“Just recover a little more,” I tried to shoot time, but Bea didn’t let her negotiate with him.

“Nothing there,” she said strictly. “You surfed your teacher and sprayed in her. Your break is over.

I felt a little challenged, even though I had a very smooth stomach when I thought about the next little break. I sat back on the chair and the lessons continued.

Bea seemed much calmer again and a harmful grin did not disappear from her face.

Now she could take revenge for whatever, because only the choice remained in 45 minutes to endure the touch of her hands or to embarrass me by lagging.

“Well, you don’t want to play around now,” Bea tossed me. I didn’t have the slightest desire to do so and only felt a deaf in my dick. The worst thing was that the time just flew as if someone had introduced the clock. Before I knew myself, the next hour was over again.

“Pause,” said Bea, with this damage -huge grin on the face.

“No, I really can’t,” I tried to talk out.

But Bea did not accept an excuse. “We want to see that first,” she just said. She got a second chair, put it in front of me and sat on it. “That’s how I have it more comfortable,” she said grinning.

“You will probably need a little longer for injections this time.”

She took my limp penis between thumb, show and middle finger and slowly and carefully jerked it out. It surprised me a little, but he grew back to the full size, even if it felt a bit deaf. But at least he was no longer so sensitive. “Well, you see,” said Bea, while her manual work has been a bit rough again.

“I thought that it was right again immediately. Because you can’t.”

I could see from the sparkle of her eyes that she really enjoyed not leaving my penis rest. It was as if she wanted to prove to me that she would always get me what she wanted, that she could use my cock as often and as long as she wanted and that excuses and begging they would not stop them.

Bea spat on my penis and locked her saliva along the entire shaft. She jerked quickly and firmly and spat on my cock again and again to lubricate him.

While they wank further without a break, thick saliva threads ran down on my eggs.

Her hand was also completely smeared with her spit. But it helped and felt incredibly horny and slippery. Nevertheless I didn’t come, not yet, even though Bea already jerked an eternity and slowly got a tired arm.

“Your tail adorns herself,” she said, changing her hand. “I don’t think there is any thing,” I replied guilty.

And I actually had a guilty conscience.

Bea sparkled me badly. “Something is still coming,” she said. “Give your best!“She looked at me for a short moment. It was only a fraction of a second before she starked me again.

But it was like an admission to the fact that she didn’t want to lose.

It was her game, it was her rules, but I think she was afraid that I would no longer have fun. In this strange situation in which my naked, former teacher was sitting in front of me and jerking my cock while her big tits wobbled back and forth, I had a toilet in my throat. It was a loving, tender sympathy for Bea that was so exhausting.

Bea changed her hand again and spat on my dick. I clung to the edge of the chair and tightened all muscles of my body.

I stopped the air and tried to only concentrate on it in complete tension. Bea noticed what I tried, looked at me gratefully for a fleeting moment and increased her wanking movements.

Tension. Bea hoped that it happened, I hoped it, my cock shrugged violently and suddenly the pressure of her hand was painful. Every little movement let me flinch.

Only a few drops are tasting out, but Bea was satisfied and grinning me a little further.

“Ahh, not, not”, I turned in the chair. But I think Bea liked me to torture a little more. I could have stopped her from it too, but let her enjoy it, even if he was very uncomfortable for me. It was her reward, so to speak, that she had brought me back to injection.

“Why not that smaller,” asked Bea.

“I think your young cock can stand a lot more.“I took a deep breath and leaned exhausted against the back of the chair. “Then continue with the lessons. 45 minutes until the next break.”

I just thought that she could be serious. And what did she mean by a lot more? I had a slue feeling in my stomach, but the lessons continued again.

Bea let me solve a few tasks on the table for a rehearsal, looked over my shoulder, but was more busy grapping my butt in between.

If I did something right, I got an appreciative pat, I did something wrong, she pinched my penis.

When I chalk wrote a few formulas of chemical elements on the board that Bea dictated me while she was completely dreamy and tenderly stroked my back, I just kissed her.

It was a short, cheeky kiss, but Bea couldn’t resist and kissed me back. We stood naked, in front of a blackboard with a few chemical formulas, and kissed like a completely normal, loving couple.

“Well, well,” said Bea then. “You want to press yourself before class. But it doesn’t work that way.“Bea continued to dictate, but not long, because it was so far again.

“Pause,” she said. “Then sit down on the chair again!”

I couldn’t go anymore, my loins were burning and in my cock I only felt a deaf throbbing. Nevertheless, I sat down on the chair slightly resigned.

I waited until Bea had restored her other chair and sat down in front of me. “You are chalk,” she alberte around.

“Come on, the last break.”

She took my cock and began to jerk him slowly and tenderly. But even that was a bit painful. Nevertheless, the blood flowed back into my overwhelmed penis and I got a painful stiffness. And Bea’s hands again granted more firmly, which kept getting me w and again.

Their movements remained slow, tormented.

She had her saliva run out of her mouth in a long thread and wet my dull pounding glans. “Hmm,” she sighed dreamily while I kept twitching on my chair.

“It’s so sensitive, your poor penis. I have probably already spent him quite a bit. How cute.”

“Cute”, the word gave me a little stitch.

Bea tossed me what I didn’t want to put up with. “Think,” I answered Patzig. “It doesn’t make you weak.“I had hardly finished the last sentence, as if Bea also grinned me in glyaries. She only seemed to have waited for such an answer.

I immediately regretted what I said.

“Well, if that is the case,” she said grinning. “Then your little one gets a particularly thorough treatment now.”

I took a deep breath. Bea pulled my foreskin back and squeezed my cock with her right hand. She had the fingernail of her index finger spread over my swollen, red -glowing glans, pinched briefly into her and let her palm rub over it.

The latter was most unpleasant and let me tremble and twitch again and again.

“Well, what’s going on,” Bea annoyed me. “Nothing comes out of that.”

I crossed “Aaahh”, but didn’t want to admit anything. Bea had fun and worked on my cock while trying to hold out and to prove her that her treatment did not matter to me.

Your tongue, her lips, her fingers, your palms, your saliva and her teeth. With everything she worked on my penis and especially my glans.

She rubbed it, nibbled and sucked on it. She stroked her fingers about it, let her thumb and her tongue circle.

But this time she took her time. Her movements were less hectic and their touches switched playfully between gently and roughly until I no longer knew where my head stood me. All my attention was on the part of my body that Bea maltreated or caressed.

I couldn’t tell it myself anymore, but it was a feeling of physical stimulus overflowing, through which I could not consider a single clear thought.

I lost my sense of time and felt like in a trance. Of what Bea said to me, only shreds penetrated into my consciousness.

“Brave … stands … he doesn’t want to inject ..

na small … what are you fidgeting?”

It was like a dream that I suddenly suddenly torn through a aching pulling into my lovers.

“Aaahh,” I groaned while my cock twitched without spraying. Bea pressed my twitching shaft in her hand and tried to squeeze something out of him.

In the end she managed to let a few last drops swell out of my glans. She licked her off and finally let off my cock.

I sagged in my chair exhausted and first snatched a little.

Bea continued with the lessons. I was surprised how clear my head was in the last hour, in which I didn’t have to think of the next break. I listened carefully until Bea finally said: “Last hour to end. You did your first day of school.”

I helped to clear the table before we let a hot bathroom run in.

We lay together in the foaming bathing water, our bare bodies closely together. I let my hand slide into Bea’s step and fucked it with my fingers. Fortunately, she left my cock alone.

Bea enjoyed my playful treatment and expressed her orgasm with a delicate sigh. But much more did not happen that day.

We prepared lunch together, alberten around and cuddled comfortably in the evening the couch in front of the television.

“Oh, by the way, Jens, the picture of your stiff cock that you sent me yesterday …”, Bea started. “What about it” I asked. “That gave me an idea. But I’ll only tell you tomorrow.”

END