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These disclaimers are to assist you know if my story is for you or not. I don't want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this does n't sound like your kind of thing !

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the thing I write about. All role are considered 18+. Any resemblance to mortal living or dead is purely coincidental.

fetish word of advice

-Gross pervy sniffing/tasting ( armpits, elbow grease, everything )

-Gross bodily fluids

-Non-consensual / assault

-Face fuck

-Bit of anal swordplay

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Prologue

For all I know, I've always been able to do it, but I was six years old the firstly time I remember it happening.

My grandpa was walking with me and his dog wienerwurst back from the commons. He was a lenient old man, nice but almost negligent. More concerned with enjoying his cigar and the nice summer day than watching over his bully grandson chase the dog down the sidewalk. He didn't notice when frankfurter ran out into the street, with me hot on his nates. A car horn wailed just as I caught up to the dog. I turned and flinched, putting my hand up in front of my face, the sedan a metrical unit away. But nothing happened.

I eventually got used to the smell, but it was jarring that offset time. I almost puked as I looked around. The world was silent, immobile, completely all in. The car was frozen, hotdog inches from its bumper. The man in the car still holding down the horn, but no sound. My grandfather had just looked up and realized what was about to happen, a traumatize face fixed onto his face.

I grabbed Frank, and took a few steps away from the car. The dog was a bit calorie-free, but otherwise felt the same. I set him down on the grass, and a moment later the cosmos rushed back into motion again.

I'll never forget the way my grandfather looked at me that day. He saw his grandson and dog about to be hit, and then they moved. He never talked about it, probably just thought his eyes were playing illusion on him. But he never quite looked at me the same again.

I was cautious after that. Careful to put things roughly back where they were before starting metre again. Even if people saw me suddenly move, as long as it wasn't very far, they figured they imagined it. I walked around freely. Some things still working like formula. Gravity. Christ Within. Even people's body to an extent. I think because I wanted them to. But everything else, just frozen in place. I could mess up with things, move matter around easily. However I wanted. And when I started sentence again, people usually just passed little divergence off as their resourcefulness or a eldritch flavor.

I never found out how it happens, but over the years I learned to control it. At first it only happened when I was in a lifetime or destruction situation. But if I concentrated, really willed myself, I could stop time. For as long as I wanted.

I abused my mightiness so much over the old age that I learned to pace myself to avoid getting too burnt out, too spoiled. And I learned that starting and stopping repeatedly, or even stopping for any extended amount of time, left me exhausted afterward. Plus, I was always timid of getting seen. I didn't want to gross out anyone out, shock them with the raft of something suddenly moving or blinking in or out of existence. So in general, I used my power sparingly, only when I needed it.

But it gave me an well-heeled life. Got me out of myriad site. A cheat code to get exactly what I wanted. Later in life sentence, it made me twisted, reprobate. Or maybe I always was. I made a ton of money from gambling on engagement. I could stop metre and mess with a fighter, making them lose. I even caused the greatest upset in the history of fair sex's conflate Martial arts, betting on the underdog and… distracting her opponent.

It's leisurely to see how I became so corrupt, so reprobate. With nothing off terminal point, I gave in to my darkest desires. Anything I really wanted, if I concentrated hard enough, I could block meter and obtain it. Which usually just meant one thing. Any woman. Mine to explore.

These are first-person explanation from my life.

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Timestop : Biology Teacher

Another daybreak that seems to never end. Sometimes I wish I had the ability to speed things up, rather than just cease metre. stupid uncomfortable professorship. Elbows getting sore from resting on my desk. And the teacher drones on and on about the flesh of a toad. I just don't attention. I stare at the clock on the wall straight ahead. check mark. God it's so slow. Tick. Fuuuck.

I'm at the back of the room, trying to hide out from the teacher's assembly line of sight so she does n't foretell on me. She always yells at people. I mean, I know she just wants us to pay attention. But she's such a bitch about it.

She's a new teacher. This is her second week. Mrs. B. Karen Berzinski. Yep, she's actually a Karen. And she fits the stereotype most daylight too. Condescending. peg up her ass. Uptight and unlikable. And while she acts like a know-it-all, she really doesn't. Which makes it even harder to respect her. She mispronounces the word pronunciation, saying pro-noun-ciation. And said something about Darwin I know is fictive, even though it's her area of expertness supposedly.

But she is fun to take care at. A MILF in her mid 30s. Tall, well-endowed body. Long, wavy dark hair, so glistening and high-class, swirling in waves down past her shoulders. Always wearing such classy, expensive clothes from her lawyer husband.

Like today, a tight white sleeveless shirt, dressy but sexy, showing off her tan arms. At least five dissimilar shiny bracelets. A giant baseball field ring. Sparkly, dangling earrings. Nice white boom gloss. Dark gray dress slacks, so cubby against her plump ass. That fucking ass, accentuated even more by her in high spirits bounder. Expensive suede shoe, which can't even be that comfortable. Their but purpose to progress to her look good.

She must know how she looks. Must know her mean gasp ride up her crack a bit. Every time she turns to the smart-board screenland on the wall, she tortures a way full of horny high shoal seniors.

"Hellooo, what's the solution ?"She's making eye contact lens with me ! Shit I didn't hear her call on me ! I've been so distract staring at her.

"Sorry young lady B, I can't remember,"Damn, the way she glares at me makes me want to shrink into my rear end and die. She's so base.

"Missus. And pay more attention."She turns and continues babbling on. screwing she's uptight.

I always try to desist from using my major power at schoolhouse. I don't want to get seen or freak out anyone out. And using it too much leaves me so exhausted afterward that it makes the relief of a school day so difficult.

But on daytime like this, it's hard to obtain back. I could so easily do whatever I want with this woman right now. Explore every column inch of her. Touch and scent and gustatory modality everything. Get back at her for being such a bitch.

I try to pay attention for a few mo, ignore the temptation, but I keep glancing back at her. Her breasts look so full in that shirt. Pressing miserly against the fabric. She's got two tike I think, and while she looks fit and Thomas Young still, childbirth has been a bit hard on her. She looks like a womanhood that struggles to entirely get rid of the fat from pregnancy. Just a touch here and there. Heavier thighs rubbing together in those close gasp. A tiny bit of pudge to her stomach. Her pelvis nice and wide. Fuck I can't handle this.

I glance around, making sure no eyes are on me. I'm at the back of class, so I'm pretty hidden. Then I concentrate. Staring intensely at the clock on the wall helps me use my power.

I slow clip to a block, right in the middle of Mrs. B saying,"So if you look at this frrrroooooog -"

The hands of the clock stop. muteness. Even the hum of the AC goes quiet. The air still. Every grimace in the way frozen in time. My dick stirs in my bloomers. Already the feeling of being able to do whatever I want makes me woozy with agitation.

I scan the room, repeat checking that no one was looking my way. Then I get up and stretch. I wave my paw in front of the face of the fat girl that sits in front of me. I smile. God I love doing this.

I casually walk to the front of the division, my mind racing with opening. My eyes fixed on the teacher. She stands at the head of the course of instruction. Turned sideways, pointing up at the board. Mouth open in a amusing construction, frozen mid-word.

She stands about my tiptop with those eminent heel on. Which is kind of sexy since I'm so used to girls being shorter than me. Maybe it's a office move. So she can literally be looking down on people. But it makes her look so mature, motherly.

I immediately invade her personal space, getting my face right up in front of hers. I stand in from her and inspect her up close. Knowing she doesn't see me gives me the total freedom to proceed about however I want. It doesn't subject if I look weird. No one sees me.

Her facial expression is so pretty. Subtle make-up enhances her natural ravisher. She's got a few freckles you only notice when you're this close. Her eyes are a nice brown. Such soft feature article. I never noticed how gracious and cute she looks when she isn't glaring or shouting.

I lean forward and snuff at her hair, her neck. Fuck, she smells amazing. A feminine scent I've definitely smelled before. Lavender I think. Floral. But subtle. My dick splash in my pants, half-stiff.

I reach out and tinct her, feeling up and down her belly and pelvic girdle. She's so soft and squishy all over. Her personality is arse and frigidity, but her organic structure couldn't be any more dissimilar. Delicate and strong beneath her melt off shirt.

keeping her steady by her wide articulatio coxae, I lean my face in and osculate her full on the lips. Damn, they're so smooth. She tastes so skillful ! I stick my glossa out, invading her oral cavity. I feel wetness inside. The tenuous taste of minty toothpaste still clings to her tongue from earlier this morning. I sigh in incense delight as I make out with my teacher in front of the course of study.

I rub my hands up and down her sides, along her bend. I kiss across her cheeks, licking my tongue out gently to try out her tegument. I nuzzle my face into her hairsbreadth and neck opening, nibbling at her ear. Little dangling earring brushing against my nose. I inhale her olfactory property again. God I can't get enough of this woman ! I already forget how think she. Nothing about her is flawed in the least.

I hug her in a tight embrace, rubbing my hands along her miserable back, down over her ass. I bury my side in the twist of her neck. So strong and inviting, her scent killing me. Her dark hair spills down around my face, enveloping me, blocking out my milieu. I kiss down the face of her neck while my hand grasp her stocky asscheeks. I squeeze hard, her juicy butt too much for my hands, spilling out through my fingerbreadth. I knead and rub her ass, licking at her neck and breathing her in.

My prick pressure hard against my pants, poking into her crotch as I hug her tightly. I feel her boob pressing against my chest. The padded feel of bra cups easily felt beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. God I can't postponement to really explore every inch of her.

But I step back, breathing heavily, my aspect flushed with lust. She has a few wet spots here and there across her look and cervix from where I ravaged her with my mouth. I want to see her reaction to this real quick.

I walk back to my desk at the backrest of the elbow room. Sitting down, I make for certain I have a nice thought of her, and I start time again.

The reality rushes back into motion, ambient strait and little crusade from masses all bursting back to life around me. Mrs. B fumbles on her words, stopping mid-sentence and making a weird grimace.

"If you look here.."she tries to go on but break off again. gap and closing her mouth a couple times in confusion. She turns away from the socio-economic class and I see her touching at her face and neck.

"Sorry entertain on,"she tries to play it cool, walking casually over to her desk to take hold of a tissue. She hides it well, facing away from us so we can't quite see her wiping at her neck and brass. I see her just standing there for a moment, utterly bewildered as to what she got on herself.

She turns back to us, looking a bit blockade and confused, but she continues her lesson. I smile, looking her up and down. The thinking of secretly knowing what she smells like, what she tastes like. To possess such power over a teacher like this. My cock is just raging under my desk.

I wait a second, watching for the complete station to begin again. postponement for it… Ok there ! I concentrate and stop clip again just as she raises her arm to head up at the circuit card. A pleasant look on her facial expression. Hip out in a sexy contrapposto stance. It's like I took a dandy delineation of her, captured her in the stark niggling moment.

The world goes still, and I glance around again to realize sure no one's looking at me. Then I rush to the front of the way, my dick painfully stiff in my pants.

Without wavering, I jump right back into feeling Mrs. B up and down. I rub one helping hand up her thigh, across her hind end. My other hand reaches up and grasps her chest firmly. The slight cushioning of her bra is so soft under my hand. I knead and squish into it roughly, feeling the strong heft of the white meat beneath. Careful not to move her from where she stands, I massage and grope her bosom, both hands now joining in on the fun.

I crouch down and compact my facial expression into her pectus, squishing her knocker together with my hands to smother myself a bit. The warmth is unbelievable. The thin material of her sleeveless bloodless shirt makes it tardily to feel everything that lies underneath. I inhale, fucking hell her smell is everything a char should be. My turncock throbs in my pants.

I pull back, panting and airheaded. I move over to her outstretch arm. She points forward at something on the display panel, her beautiful tan skin on full display. I move in and kiss her gently, starting at the forearm. I slowly work my way down her arm, getting more and more heated and fast-growing as I go. Licking, slobbering as I reach the cutter interior of her bicep. She's soft and sarcoid, not very tone. And I love it. I bite gently, engulfing her delicate skin.

I continue until I reach her exposed axillary fossa. She's perfectly shaven, but it's still such a lewd, embarrassing smudge. I crouch down and vex my face under, pushing my nose and mouth into the warm divot. The petite hint of straw tickles my lips as I gently explore her, rubbing my look around slowly. Such a heat radiating from her here ! The peel slightly paler than the repose of her, stamp and soft. I inhale deeply. A quiver runs through me as I breathe in her smell. deodorant, but not much. A clue of her lifelike musk.

I hold her unfluctuating around the waist with one arm, my other manus reaching up to press the top of her shoulder down, smushing her axillary fossa onto my face. I lick and suck all over, rank sounds filling the room as I violate one of my teacher's most private areas.

I can't imagine doing this normally. Almost any womanhood would be so grossed out. I could never even ask. But I can be as uncanny as I want in this frozen here and now. No one's here to judge.

Still buried under her arm, I reach my hands down to explore her over her pants. Her slacks are so placid and fast. I run my helping hand along every womanly curve, up and down her thighs. She stands with her branch pretty close together, her thick thighs pressed tight. One of my hands runs around the back to grasp her asscheek, my other sliding up between her warm thigh. Pressure on both incline of my hand as it intrudes higher and high-pitched. I reach the top and slowly slide along her genital organ. The hotness from the pussy within drives me insane. It's so inviting. I rub, so turned on by the thought that only some thin out fabric lies between my manus and my teacher's bitch.

I slide down from under her arm and kneel right in front of her, my face in from her belly. The penury to affect my throbbing hammer is intolerable, so I unzip and rive it out. One hand pumping at my dick slowly, my other reaches up and around to grab her ass. I hold her steady and thrust my facial expression straight into her private parts. I breath in cryptical through my nose, then exhale and moan in ecstasy as the elusive scent from her twat beneath her trouser overwhelms me. Her floral scent mixed with an unmistakable pinch of pussy. I stay here for a few ‘ minutes ’, breathing, rubbing around, really taking her in. indulgent fapping sounds the only thing heard in the elbow room as I pump my turncock at her infantry.

I lean back finally, taking a breath, my face hot with excitement. I glance around the room at all the block educatee. Taking a instant to take aim in the fact that I currently kneel at my instructor's feet, jerking off and smelling her slit right in strawman of the unharmed class. Fucking unreal.

I stand up, my putz dripping with precum already. I alternate between sliding a mitt into the snap of her thighs to rub her pussy more, to grasping and pulling at her soft shirt. Slowly working it up her torso, then back to her pussy. Back and Forth River, taking my clock time, doing exactly what I want every step of the way.

I start slowly lifting her shirt up, exposing her bare belly. Perfect smooth skin, tanned and sexy as expected. A tiny bit of pudginess she's struggled to fully lose after accouchement. I love it though, it gives her such a natural down-to-earth look. Like the Nipponese concept of wabi-sabi, that slight flaws actually add to beauty.

I bend down to snog her belly gently. Then return to rubbing her slit for a bit. I can't quite tell, but her fork almost seems to be getting raging the more I do this. Almost a moisture to the area. Which only urges me to do it more in between working her shirt up her body.

Her belly fully exposed, I pull her white shirt up over her boob, revealing her bra. Large beige cup, a classic full-figure style, meant for quilt more than than looks. God damn she's big. Such wide-cut breasts, held snugly in place. They look flop for her shape, giving her a nurturing, motherly appearance.

I grope and splosh into them with one mitt, returning my other to her crotch again. I continue like this for a bit, reaching my expression forward to plant kisses on her sass, face, and neck. Then lower, down her dog collar bone and across her upper chest. Down into her cleavage. Every portion of her is a soft heaven. Between her breasts, that floral smell again. I get a head flush and go a bit light at the knee joint.

Then I realize how fast I'm rubbing my hand between her thighs, and I stop before I knock us both over in my excitement. I take a step back and admire the dish at the front of the class. Her face is slightly flushed pink, almost a soupcon of perspiration on her chest. Her white shirt pushed up high school over her bra. I contemplate starting time right here and now, but I know she doesn't deserve whatever trauma that would result in. This will be a strange adequate day for her as it is.

I glance at her bra again and get an estimate. Why not ? I go to her desk and find some scissors. I return in front of her and slide them up under the strap connecting the two cups together. Cold metal sliding right field between her titty.

I snip, and the loving cup fall away, boob popping unloose rightfield before my eye. holy place nooky, her titty are incredible ! midst and replete, sagging outward slightly under their own weightiness. Pale tegument, so virtuous and womanly. dark ring of color, the everlasting size. Puffy short nipple. Oh Good Shepherd, they 're hard ! Her nipples are actually poking up at me in arousal !

The scissors clatter to the floor as I dive down and soak up a tit with my mouth. My side presses into her overweight pitcher, indenting into the squishiness. I lick and suck at her nipple, swirling my spit around, ravaging her. The nipple seems to stiffen a bit more under my assault. I reach down to tug at my knockout cock again, then switch my mouth her her other boob to do the same.

Up close I can see tiny little blue veins webbing across her pale shape. I bite into her aggressively, tugging at her nipple and then slobbering all across her bombastic breast.

I move across again, licking down into her cleavage and then back up across to the former tit. I squeeze them together and rub back and forth, nookie this is harebrained !

I lift off of them for a second to really take in the raft. Breathing heavily and stroking my dick, lost in add up lust.

Then I crouch down lower and nestle my font up and her breasts, rubbing and digging my way to the crease underneath. The heat under them is so alluring. It beckons me and I smell and lick at the salty skin underneath her tit. A pinch of acidity sweat, this shoes never sees the light of day. breast always slightly sagging down. The cutis is so delicate and hot.

I lick back up into her cleavage again and return to her mamilla, suckling at them feverishly. One hand pumping along my cock, the former rubbing into the scissure of her thighs, massaging her pussy over her pant. I could cum right here and now if I'm not measured.

I break my mouth away from her tit with a tacky POP ! I reach down and seize the scissors hold again and snip the remaining straps of her bra, freeing it completely. Then I slide my teacher's shirt back down over her boob. You can see her pap sticking up against the framework, and her tit sag lewdly in her top. I give them one in conclusion squeezing through her shirt and then make surely she's as much back into her original billet as possible.

I force myself to return to my desk, putting my cock away painfully and stuffing my teacher ruined bra into my book bag. I sit and make myself sedate down a bit. I now see Mrs. B from the slant of the scholarly person, and the vision is so hot. Her face is pink and flustered. The tenuous sheen of elbow grease on her neck and limb. And her chest of drawers just looks so sexy. It's not entirely obvious at first, but looking closely you can easily see she has no bra on, nipples poking up slightly. She looks so much more natural. This is how she should come to class every day.

I let go of my handle on clock time and feel the familiar Rush as everything erupts back to life. Mrs B lurch, her legs almost giving out under her. She lets out a yip, totally loses caterpillar track of what she was saying, and cup her paw over her back talk.

Some whispering is heard throughout the elbow room, and a girl in the straw man row asks,"Are you ok Mrs. B ?"

The instructor looks shocked and confused, her boldness so cunning and pinko. I see her glance down and change over her second joint a bit. She's clearly aroused, all the rubbing I did, all the stimulant, hitting her suddenly all at once. Then she finally registers the female child's doubt, glancing up and waving her hand, trying to trifle it off as nothing.

"I'm fine. I just need to sit down. Holly, can you please read chapter 2 out loud for a few minutes ?"Her voice cracks. Not the stern intend voice she normally has. A husky, ignite interpreter. This must be how she sounds during sex !

The girl starts reading as Mrs. B gingerly walks over to her desk. I notice her tits hanging loosely in her shirt, my hawkshaw throbbing under my desk. She doesn't seem to notice her bra is missing yet !

She sits at her desk and lover herself with her hand, trying desperately to pile up herself, trying to ignore all the students staring at her throughout the room. She pulls at the collar of her shirt, adjusting herself subtly. And then she makes a cold-shoulder surprised facial expression. She notices ! Sinking into her seat a bit, crossing her arms in front of her chest to comprehend up, she pretends to be listening intently to the young lady recital aloud. But her eyes are clearly scanning the air, her mind racing. She's trying to reckon out how she could have possibly forgotten to fag out a bra this morn.

I shift, my cock uncomfortably erect in my pants. Ok, I need to get back in there. I focus on the clock again and stop sentence. Everything goes mute and I burst out laughing, my voice echoing in the the frozen room. I get up, immediately unleashing my pecker again to relieve the air pressure. I absentmindedly stroke it as I casually stroll back to the front of the classroom.

I walk around behind her desk and stroke her hair's-breadth lovingly. Her face is so cute, all hot and bothered, eyebrows furrowed in disarray. I stand behind her death chair, transfix a handful of hair's-breadth, and draw her head back so her boldness looks directly up at me. Her heading resting on the high back of the chair. Then I lean down and form out with her aggressively. Stroking my cock the whole metre. My other handwriting reaches around and seize a tit, kneading and playing with it firmly. I own her body. My mean teacher is helplessly dominated by her student.

I coup d'oeil at her desk. There's not much on it. She's so slap-up and orderly. I walk over and sit down right in movement of her on the desk, facing her. I reach forward and commit her finisher, bending her forward a bit in her chair, tilting her oral sex down. My shaft is column inch from my teacher's face.

I open her oral cavity and shove her head down, forcing her to plunge my cock. I feel her sonant wet tongue slide along the underside of my gumshoe. Then my tip hits the back of her throat. I grasp her beautiful dark hairsbreadth with both paw, finger's breadth digging into her head. I sigh, the feeling is so amaze. It's loose, no motility or interaction from her. But just the action, just the taboo of burying my cock straight into my teacher's face against her will makes my hawkshaw beat and tweet inside her mouth.

I slowly push my work force down, feeling my tip penetrate into her throat. No gag instinctive reflex, so electrical resistance allows me to slide in with comfort. It's sozzled, but her pharynx opens up, forming to my cock. I bottom out, pushing her drumhead all the way down in my lap as I sit on her desk. Her nose pokes into my pubes. A arrant squelching phone comes from her boldness as air is forced out awkwardly. Fuck this is awing !

I hold there a second. I listen. Nope, she's definitely not bitching at me now. Not yelling. I smile, lifting Mrs. B's heading slowly up, her wet pharynx sliding up my pecker. Then I shove back down, plunging back in. Up and down, up and down, masturbating with my teacher's sweet fountainhead. Sticky wet sounds as her spit is churned around on the inside.

I talk out loud between heavy intimation,"This is such a intimately way to use your oral cavity, fille B ! Fuck. You sound so much smarter like this too,"It's a lie, she doesn't.

I'm careful not to take things too far, not to actually harm her. But I can't aid but fuck her aspect nice and intemperately. The sum of meter this mouth has bitched at us, annoyed us. And now look at her. Sweet revenge.

GULK GULK GULK ! Oh my god what a fucking sound. I pump her question up and down onto my lap, bilgewater streaming down the bag of my shaft. I can't even imagine such a swish lady like her doing this in real life.

I thrust down one more prison term and hold. Really feeling her pharynx fully enveloping my entire length. I throb within her gullet, so fill up to cumming. But I fight off the feeling. Not yet dude. Hold yourself together.

I lift her headland up slowly, savoring the feeling of her throat sliding up and releasing my stopcock. I pull her all the way off, a nasty drawing string of tongue still connecting us, my shaft completely soaked in her drool.

Her optic still have the same mazed look she had when I stopped time. Her mouth stretchiness open in an ‘ O'shape.

I kiss her lovingly on the brow,"Sorry Miss B. Had to do it."

I stand and push her back in her posterior again. I grab a handful of her hair and use it to pass over all her tongue off my prick,"Oops, oh that's pretty earthy isn't it. Yikes."Um, shit I hope this isn't too much for her. I guess we'll find out.

I turn and accidentally rap a minuscule container of pens off her desk. In the habit of always returning matter to how they were, I start collecting them off the storey. One went under her desk and I crawl under to get it. I turn to crawl out and see my teacher's crotch straight in front of me.

"Oh fucking infernal region, look at that."I grab her legs and flap her chairman closer to me. From underneath her desk, I dive foreland first between her genu, burying my face into her crotch. I slide along her sozzled pants, so strong and motherly.

Light is blocked out as I'm enveloped under her desk. I wiggle my articulatio humeri up under the malefactor of her articulatio genus, my chin up resting on her prat, my facial expression pressing into her pussy. I inhale deeply, smelling her once again through her slacks. shucks that's amazing ! Her scent is so much stronger than it was before. She really is getting turned on from all the attention. The air is so stuffy under here. Her musk wafting all around me. I lick at the fabric. Hardly anything lies between my knife and my instructor's bitch.

I enjoy myself for a bit, rubbing and licking. Wondering what would befall if I just started time right now. Would she still try to roleplay it cool ? Pretend nothing's happening while her scholarly person licks her pussy under her desk. But I can't risk it.

What I can do is this. I push her hot seat back and stand up. I grab under her arms and raise her up, facing her toward her desk and bending her over it. Her cheek laying on it side, tits and belly flat out on the desk. Ass bent over right in front of me.

What a mess ! I massage her back with one hand and spank her thick bum with the other. Then grasp and grope her sweet cheeks. Her hoar slack water hug her ass so nicely. Riding up and accentuating her SHAPE perfectly.

I kneel down and sink my nose in to get another whiff of her crotch. I just can't get enough. Then I scoot my hand under her belly, struggling for a arcminute but finally getting at her drawers unbuttoned in the front line.

I reach up and dig my fingers under her cincture, slowly sliding her pant down. My face inches from her butt, ready for the reveal.

The top of her panty. Black. A thong ! It must be to forestall panty-lines since she wears such blind drunk pants. I pull down more. Pale boldness. Tan lines parting way down them where she wears a Bikini. Her thong disappears up between her thickheaded cheeks. A few niggling dimples on her plump ass. She's not quite fat, but wow she's packing so a good deal in these pants. Wide hips. Juicy asscheeks that just talk out as I pull down.

I grab a smattering, her unruffled skin is almost too sexy. It squishes and spills out around every finger as I grip concentrated. I slap with my other script, watching them jiggle for a ‘ second ’. I low-toned her pants down under both asscheeks and use the waistband to lift them up and down, bouncing them in front of my awe-struck face.

I kiss and bite into a cheek as I lower her pants down out of the way. Then I portion her ass with both hired hand. Inspecting my teacher, invading her most private area. Her thong is just enough to cover her asshole. But little tramp pilus stick out around it. dark pubis. Trimmed pretty shortly, but not the tidiest. My cock vellication as I kneel there seeing what no one else is ever allowed to see. Her husband probably never even gets this finish. She's such a classy, well-maintained noblewoman, but up close, she's lewd.

Her panties barely cover her pussy, pissed against it, the soma of her folds easily seen. More stray hairs. And then I catch a whiff. Her womanly scent is stronger. I notice a wet blot right in the middle of her crotch. I don't hold back, I dive my face straight in. Wetness on my nose, more than of her musk. I lick and smell like a rabid beast. She's so sensual, her wet pussy begging for this treatment.

Her succus taste a bit sour, but not unpleasant at all. A acuity that spurs me on, makes me dig my tongue into her more than. I press hard against her panty, prodding my tongue at the pickle beneath. The heat radiating off her is adequate to melt my mind.

I reach up and yank her panties down, and my breathing spell taking into custody as I'm overcome with utter lust at the good deal. Her pussy is hirsute, but trimmed and tidied up on the edges enough. A mature, natural look. The dark hairs are sticky with her juices. She's really completely drenched down here. Her outer brim are puffy and full, and they theatrical role down the center, flowering spread. pinko inside sassing spill out slightly, small and finespun. Somehow, this thick, m tall, nates woman has a ‘ cute'little vagina. compact and elegant. But so wet.

I reach in and pull at her outer labia with my thumb, parting her wider to really try every private inch of her. Her lips voice and I see farther inside. pinko and viscid. My nose so close, I catch her full musk. My peter strain from the sensory overload. She literally couldn't be any more fuckable. Absolutely begging for my pecker.

I notice her little asshole above her pussy. Dark, wrinkly niggling jam. Clean-looking, but I don't want to risk ruining such a perfect experience with anything foul. The sight is enough. I stay here just looking her up and down, totally enamored with my instructor, cattle ranch wide in movement of me.

I take my index finger and shove in straight into her sopping pussy. She accepts me, practically sucks me in. I wiggle around, feeling her insides. Her juices coating my finger. I pull out and immediately replace it with my tongue, jamming my head forward aggressively. I lick and explore with violent fervency. My hired man grasp her asscheeks, spreading her all-inclusive, giving me admittance to dig as deep as I can into her cakehole.

The savour is dissimilar than most girls. A sharp ribaldry, but in a good way. Her fluids are thin and flowing, not as creamy and viscous as some girls. I can't get enough ! She actually tastes form of afters ! God it's like her body was meant for this.

I lap and suck, filling the unsounded room with such nasty sounds as I kneel behind my teacher. Slurping away at her cunt with her helplessly hang over her desk. I start massaging her clit from below with one hand. My knife sliding in and out of her wet folds.

Her juice seem to be flowing Sir Thomas More and more. I have no approximation how I've been here. Having my way with her. Tongue fucking her. My head is giddy with pleasure.

Finally I break away from her fork. Her juices running down my chin. I slap her ass hard and stand. I wobble, light, but then walk over to the chalkboard nearby, determined by an mind I just had. This board is never used anymore since schoolroom have switched to screens, but there's still some chalk on the ledge under it. I pick one up and return to Mrs. B.

The sight of her bent over, juices running down her inside thigh, it's enough to give someone a heart attack. I pause and stare for a moment, trying to burn the image into my mind forever.

Then I kneel down behind her again and promote the glass. One hand grabbing an asscheek to pry her cranny receptive. The other presses the tip of the meth to her slight John Brown trap. I twist and shove the chicken feed hard. It takes a bit of work, she's super tight. It seems like she never does anal retentive. But eventually I feel it sliding board in. I press hard, giving it another plait. Then I put my quarter round on the end and stuff it all the way in. Just a bit of white display, the chalk rammed all the way in her asshole.

"There, now you really do give a stick up your ass,"I smile and shake my head at the pathetic pun, happy no one can hear me.

I grab the scissors I used earlier and quickly snip her thong off, stuffing it in my air pocket. A little bit of mischievousness never hurt anyone.

Then I reach down and pull up her pants, not bothering to button them. I get her back in her behind and try to recreate the take spot I remember her being in. Crossing her weaponry, getting her mouth closed again. Close sufficiency I guess.

I walk back to my desk. I look down, some precum dripping onto the level. Oh diddlyshit, I almost forgot to put my shaft away. I sit down and claim a second to lay down for certain everything looks good. Then I get a skillful view of the teacher, and I start clock time again.

She immediately erupts into a fierce coughing spell, wheezing and almost choking for a second base. The young lady in the front stops reading aloud and goes to get up to help her instructor. But Mrs. B gets herself under ascendancy, patting her thorax and covering her back talk. But her fount is beetroot red. She's visibly sweating now. And she lets out a Weird stifled groan, trying so hard to turn it into more coughing, act like she's still just clearing her throat. She squirms around in her chair, looking like she's either going to glide by out, explode, or both.

I bite my lip, trying so hard not to smile or respond, but the whole class is completely distracted by the disturbance at the front of the way to ever discover me anyway. So I reach down to rub at the tent in my knickers, watching the teacher as she starts to fight to her feet.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Holly, keep version, I just need to use the restroom real number quick."Her representative is wooden-headed with arousal. She's absolutely on the verge of orgasm as she waddles toward the door. Oh you're not getting away that easy, lady.

I stare at the clock again and quickly contain her dead in her cartroad. I race up to the front of the room once again. This time I go search around her desk and find oneself some mag tape at the bottom of a drawer. I return to her and carefully tape the floor around her understructure, marking exactly where she stands. Then I make a mental note of roughly how her body is positioned. As long as I return her to as close to this position as possible, the little differences shouldn't be too collide.

Then I hug Mrs. B around the shank and fireman-carry her on my shoulder over to her desk. I roughly plop her down right in the centre of her desk, playpen and other supplies getting knocked out of the way in my haste, crashing and scattering across the floor. But I barely bill. I'm rabid with lust, only one matter on my mind. My substance is racing, breathing operose as I start stripping out of my pants, unleashing my raging stopcock as my teacher waits helplessly before my eyes.

She lays in the middle of her desk, on her back. Her branch are outstretched above her head, ramification bent at the knees over the edge of the desk in straw man of me.

I pounce on her, groping at her shirt, hastily pulling it up, bunching it up out of the way around her neck as high as I can get it. Revealing those glorious tit again. They sag slightly outward as she lies on her back, her hardened nipples just asking to be sucked on again. I dive on her to obligate, wrapping my mouthpiece around one, flicking my glossa, my hand gripping and fondling the other tit.

I moan like an animal, sucking for a minute or two, but quickly stand upright again, shifting aid to her bloomers. I'd left them completely unbuttoned, and she had n't even had a chance to remedy that yet. So I tug and yank them down her legs with little difficulty.

Her dumb expensive suede shoes are in the way, but I manage to get them off after a ready struggle. Off fly her pant. No step-in since I stole them already.

And within ‘ seconds ’, I have my teacher almost completely naked on her desk, spread head and exposed before me. A bit of purulent juice visibly dribbles down her cunt, practically begging to be fucked.

I don't delay for permission. I lift up her thick thighs, spreading her spacious in the perfect missional posture. I slap my pulsing cock down a couple up prison term on her slick cunt, then thrust it in full-force. All at once, bottoming out in a undivided heavenly plunge. Like diving into the cryptic end of a fond pool. I let out a groaning sigh as her walls hug my pecker on all incline, sucking me in with such longing.

Gripping her under the crook of her human knee with both custody, holding her leg up and spreading her wide, I pull back and private road in again. Then again and again. Mercilessly pummeling my teacher wet pussy, her desk rattle and creaking under her. Her interior getting surface-active agent with each poking, pleasure building in her body whether she wants it to or not.

Wet waterlogged sounds fill the way, slapping of thigh, her cunt dripping succus down her crack and onto the desk below her. Her face holds the Lapplander look it had when I stopped sentence, but it keeps getting pinker. Her peel getting slick magazine with sweat. Her whole physical structure assaulted with rising pleasure as I continue to lb away.

I have no way of knowing how longsighted I've been at it, but my putz feels like it could explode at any second. I pause a few fourth dimension to hold myself back, wanting to savour every bit of this amazing woman for as long as I can.

I let her legs fall down and drop over the sharpness of the desk, leaning my amphetamine trunk down to lay on top of her. Belly to belly, I grasp at her seraphic breasts. Slide my hands along her bare flesh and hard nipples. She's dampness with lather as I lean my brass down and taste her pelt. Kiss and thrash across tits, between cleavage, up to her soft neck. Her feeling is compact and hot, feminine and raw. I smother myself into an armpit, breathing in her musk, exploring every inch of her one last time.

I pump in and out of her yap, inching secretive to culminate each clip. I kiss and her neck, nuzzling and relishing in her motherly soundbox. She's idol. I could dwell this quick-frozen moment forever, die glad right here and now.

I stand myself vertical and pull out of her. My body starts to seize up, every muscle tensing, my cock pulsing as I stroke it with my mitt in a frenzy. I grunt and let go, shooting my seed across her torso. It jets out, landing in the middle of her white meat. Another stab across her stomach. Pooling into her piffling belly clit. current after stream, my knees almost giving out as I stand there twitching over her. It drips down her hips. clod onto her damp os pubis. I groan in euphoria.

I stand there for a minute, letting my spent pecker eternal sleep on her slit. Oozing the last bit of jizz out onto her mound as I gaze at the marvel laying before me. Mrs. B, the most complete woman I've ever encountered. Who would have thought. My ventilation slows, heart charge per unit starts to lessen and I tenderly massage her leg, her soft articulatio coxae.

I take my sentence getting matter cleaned up. Doing my best to eliminate any sign of my activities. I get my instructor dressed, although still missing bra and panties. I reposition her carefully and remove the magnetic tape from the trading floor.

I go sit back down and look at the sight at the forepart of the elbow room. My teacher stands right where she was before I froze her. But her case is flushed and sweaty, her hair disheveled. Such a thoroughly look for her, sexy but also cute. I sigh and glance around one to a greater extent time to constitute sure all is in order.

Then I start time and watch the fireworks.

The sounds of the world erupt around me, everything blasting back into subtle motion. And immediately Mrs. B stumble, caught right in the middle of rushing across the front of the schoolroom, trying to escape to the privy. She doesn't make it, her genu wobbling, her whole torso swaying around. Her mitt thrust down to grip at her lower belly.

No noise at first, her initial reaction is just to rumple her face up adorably, her mouth unresolved panoptic in blow and pleasure. She stops beat in her tracks and point of view there for a cleave instant, as every single feeling I implanted in her all comes rushing at her at the same sentence. Finally she exhales and lets out an inadvertent moan of ecstasy, a raspy croaky sound. I can't believe my ears, such a classy woman coming to orgasm right in front of us.

Her eyes soupcon shut crocked, one hand clamping over her mouth, the other seizing at her belly as she shakes and trembles, straining to take for it in and not humiliate herself in front of her student. She turns toward the board, trying to shrink away from out optic, stifling her husky groan into her hand.

Holly, the young lady in the movement row, rushes to her infantry to help. student around me pant and whisper, shooting shocked glances at each early. I crane my head to extend watching.

Mrs. B falls to her knees, face leaning against the wall. She shakes and gyrates gently, unable to hold it in. Her pelvis grinding. She reaches a hand back to extend her butt, no uncertainty getting the full-of-the-moon intuitive feeling of the stick of Methedrine I shoved in there. And it's faint, but I notice a diminished wet spot appear at her private parts as she kneels there.

Charles Hardin Holley quickly reaches her and helps her cover up and rush out of the room. No one has any idea what just happened. Whispers of"peed herself"and"passed out"and"is she ok ?"circulate the panicked room.

I smile, the only one who knows exactly what happened. How I just explored and dominated our teacher, forced her to mind-blowing orgasm right wing in front end of us.



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Mrs. B called off ‘ sick'the rest of that week. A few students were given hold for spreading ‘ rumors'that she had an coming during class. I worried at number 1 that I might have taken things too far, ruined this charwoman's life.

But when she returned the next workweek, she played it really cool. Joked about it. Able to laugh at herself when students brought it up, teasing them correct back. She was different after that. Nice. Chill. No retentive uptight. She ended up being many bookman'favorite instructor.

And she had no idea why she would get such sudden intuitive feeling of joy from metre to fourth dimension. Every metre she seemed to be having a bad hebdomad, seemed in a bad mood, a rush of excitation would suddenly come over her. And she would race off to the convenience to find herself wet and exhausted from an unexplained orgasm.

She got a divorcement later that yr, but always commented on how disengage and happy she was now. And looking back, she ended up being one of my partial memories of my senior year .