Five more minutes and school would be over for the day. Emma stared out of the windowpane and watched the pelting cascading across the playground. She liked her new secret school, but the teacher were very strict, and you had to follow closely a bookman computer code of Conduct. English was her favorite subject and Mr. Johnson was her favorite instructor but the day was nearly over and she 'd lost interestingness in the involution of Othello 's love life. She was planning her evening and her plans did n't include Shakespeare.

It had been a week since she 'd discover from Jennifer, and Elyse seemed to be interfering every eve. They 'd planned to meet tomorrow but she could n't wait till then. She 'd have to phone and regain out how Jennifer 's interview had gone. The strident vocalisation of her side instructor jerked her back to reality.

'' Emma ! You 're not paying attention. I do n't think your oeuvre is in effect enough that you can open to ignore the deterrent example. See me in my study after shoal. Perhaps you 'll be capable to concentrate better in your own time. ''

At that bit the terminal Vanessa Bell rang and Emma cursed her bad timing. Another minute or two and she would have been going home plate and now her plans for the evening were ruined. She hoped that Mr. Johnson would n't keep her bottom for foresighted - she was having enough problems with her step-father without having to tell him that she 'd been assigned a detention.

She wondered if she 'd get away with saying that she 'd had to shelter from the rainfall. The weather had been hunky-dory and dry when she left home that morn and she had n't bothered with a coating. She looked out at weewee streaming down the windowpane and realized that her step-father would never believe her because it looked as if she was going to get wet anyway.

Mr. Johnson 's study was on the other side of the schooling and she was going to have to walk or run across the playground in the rain to get there. She waited at her desk till the former school-age child had left, in the hope that the down pour would stop but she was out of destiny again. Five paces into the playground and the rainwater began to flap down with renewed ferocity as though it had only been waiting for her to step outside.

She arrived at her teacher 's report soaked and shivering. Her recollective blonde whisker hung in lank tendrils about her aspect and her blouse and dame were sticking to her melt off consistency like a second hide.

Her instructor had managed to stay dry somehow ( secluded passage under the building ? ), which added to Emma 's misery as she stood before him with her douse wearing apparel dripping water supply onto the carpeting. He took a towel from his desk and casually tossed it to her.

'' You 're soaked through. You 'd break get those wet dress off. ''

Emma looked quizzically at her teacher.

'' Sir ? ''

'' What 's the matter ? Do you need to take hold of your Death a coldness ? ''

The youngster looked bewildered.

'' No, sir, but I 've got nothing to change into. ''

'' Put the towel around you until your dress are dry and hurriedness it up, you 're dripping water everywhere. ''

'' I ca n't undress in movement of you. I 'd rather go home and change. ''

Her teacher sighed impatiently.

'' I 'm sure you would, but in case you 've forgotten, you 're been assigned a hold. ''

Emma had n't forgotten. She was still wondering how to tell her parents about it. She shivered - as very much from nervousness as the cold.

'' I could do the detention tomorrow sir. It 's not my fault that I 'm all wet. ''

'' It 's your flaw that you 're in hold. Anyway. .. tomorrow is inconvenient for me. It has to be this eventide. Now get out of those wet clothes and put the towel round you. I 'll light the fire and you can sit by it to keep warm while your things dry. ''

Emma 's heart raced as she realized that her teacher was severe. He actually expected her to unclothe with him in the room. The tyke felt torn between the bailiwick that said she must obey her teacher and her instinct to preserve her modesty. He obviously meant what he said, but she could n't take her clothes off in strawman of him.

'' Is there somewhere that I could change, sir ? ''

He gave her a withering coup d'oeil, `` What 's improper with here ? ''

'' I could go to the john and change, '' she suggested desperately.

'' And run back here with just a towel around you ? I do n't retrieve so. ''

The trembling tyke made a concluding plea.

'' Please, sir, could you leave the room while I undress ? ''

'' Are you suggesting that I 'd want to look at your consistency child ? That 's a very good accusal. ''

'' No, sir, I do n't think that. It 's just that I 'm abashed. ''

'' Do n't be silly, I 'm not even looking at you. Now, do as I tell you unless you want detention for the rest of the terminal figure. ''

Emma 's light-green eyes widened as she stared back at him in astonishment. Then she remembered - Mr. Johnson had kept Jennifer in detainment for weeks on end. He obviously meant what he said. Her articulation sounded more defiant than she felt.

'' You ca n't keep me in for not unclothe, sir. ''

Her teacher picked up a slim cane from the desk top and flexed it casually.

'' I can go on you in for disobeying me and I can do even worse for cheekiness. ''

He slapped the cane into the medal of his deal with a loud sally and turned away to study the book shelves as though the topic was closed. Emma felt a cold chill of veneration at the nonchalant terror of violence. The panic-struck youngster hesitated for a import. There was no telling how real her teacher 's scourge was but she decided that it would be good to obey him than to risk the alternative.

His binding was to her as he bent to perch the gas fire and he showed no foretoken of turning round. Emma Lucy hurriedly stripped off her skirt and blouse and grabbed the towel. She struggled to cover herself, but what he had given her was only somewhat bigger than a hand towel. It was obviously too belittled to conceal her bust and her thighs at the Lapp clock time.

While her teacher hung her apparel over a chairperson, she looked around for something with child to cover herself but there was zip in the room. The young little girl stood self-consciously for various mo and began to fidget nervously as her instructor fussed with her wet clothes. He smoothed and flattened each garment as he spread it over the chairwoman. There was only a doll and blouse but he seemed to be taking his time over the job.

'' Do n't you wear pants Emma ? ''

'' Yes, sir, of course I do. ''

'' And a bra ? ''

'' Yes, sir ? ''

'' They do n't look to be here. Are you still wearing them ? ''

'' Y-yes, of course I am, sir. ''

'' take away them off. You ca n't sit around in wet clothes. ''

Emma trembled violently. She already felt naked and vulnerable without her bird or blouse. Surely he did n't expect her to adopt her bra and pantie off as well. He raised his promontory and stared at her with an air of expectation.

'' I do n't need to take them off, sir. I 'm for sure they 'll dry all right while I 'm wearing them. ''

'' No they wo n't Emma. Please stop behaving like a featherbrained nestling and require them off. ''

Emma set her oral fissure obstinately and pulled the scrap of towel more tightly round down her shivering physical body. She had no design of stripping naked in battlefront of anybody and she was set up to debate the item.

Her teacher crossed the elbow room purposefully and for a consequence Emma panicked as she thought that he intended to foray her himself. She clutched the towel more tightly and backed away but her teacher went straight to his desk and picked up the cane.

Emma 's eye 's spread all-inclusive in horrified amazement as he gripped the end of the cane and flexed it experimentally. It took several irregular for the young girl to appreciate the real outrageousness of her situation.

Her teacher obviously intended to threaten her with a beating unless she took everything off. He surely could n't be serious. The queasy tike decided to call off his bluff. He could say what he liked but she was not going to direct her bra and knickers off. She wished that she had gone family to get dry instead of meekly doing as he had ordered, but it was too late now. She stood in mum defiance and waited for him to back down.

Her instructor was equally silent. His font was grim and his lips set tightly as he silently raised the cane. Emma still did not believe that he would really impinge on her until she heard the whistle of the dilute cane and felt the stinging lash as it smacked her bare second joint. She screamed in pain sensation and surprisal but the cane was already lashing out at her other leg. The blow landed and she squealed again. A thin red chevron appeared on the fleshy top of each leg and she desperately hopped backwards to avoid the side by side snow.

'' You ca n't do this. It 's not allowed, I 'll cover you to the government agency. ''

She heard the swish of the cane before it landed. This time on both legs, just below her stern and this time the burning pain in the ass brought tears to her eyes. She wondered if her teacher had used his cane on Elyse. She 'd had flock of detentions but she 'd never mentioned being caned. Now that Emma thought about it, she realized that Jennifer had never really discussed her detainment at all. Was this the ground for her secretiveness ? Had Mr. Johnson done the same things to her ?

'' You 're in no position to separate me what I can do Emma, and it will be your news against mine if you report it. The marks will hold faded before you get home. Now get those wet things off before I give you a real wicker. ''

The tearful tyke was too frightened to reply. She was sure that if she said anything at all, he would hit her again. Hot salt tears streamed down her cheek as she turned her back on her teacher and removed her bra. She dropped it to the base and struggled to disrobe off her wet step-in with one helping hand while she clutched the towel around her with the other.

Her teacher picked up the flimsy garments in silence and sat down at his desk. To Emma 's surprisal, he ignored her but instead studied the flimsy tone down scraps of fabric in his deal. She waited silently, expecting him to hang her underwear with the ease of her dress but he appeared to be absorbed in his thoughts. It was as if he had forgotten she was in the way.

The tension was unbearable - half of her hoped that he would keep to ignore her but the other half wanted the ordeal to be over as quickly as possible. Too embarrassed to speak, she coughed nervously. He looked up and stared at her as if he was surprised to find a near naked girl in the elbow room.

'' Yes ? What is it ? ''

She pointed to her underwear.

'' My things - are n't you going to hang them up to dry. .. sir ? ''

He looked down at his script

'' Ah yes, sit down then Emma. ''

He indicated an old armchair opposite his desk and, still struggling to preserve her modesty, Emma sank into it. The sagging spring gave no backing to her free weight and she slumped into an almost horizontal position that allowed her instructor to see to the top of her wooden leg and beyond.

She hastily crossed her leg and frowned in befuddlement. He 'd said that he was n't interested in her consistency but his gaze was focused intently between her bare thighs. She noticed that he was still holding her step-in and bra, turning them in his bridge player and manipulating them between his finger. He seemed especially matter to in her small bra, and momentarily put a duet of finger into the cup and gently poked where her nipples recently had resided.

Her pegleg still smarted but the pain was fading away and a warm pulse was spreading through her thighs.

The bizarre situation was more frightening and confusing because it was so unexpected. She had always liked her English teacher - in fact, like most of the girls in her yr, she 'd fantasized about him. Her phantasy had never included pain and humiliation. They had mostly been romanticistic state of affairs based on what she 'd take in clip. This was real and she was no thirster sure that she even liked her instructor. She had always been a adept student and had thought that Mr. Johnson liked her, but now everything seemed to get turned upside down. He 'd beaten her and forced her to disrobe. Now she was alone and naked in his place and he was in complete control of her fate. She chided herself for letting her imaginativeness get the better of her.

So he 'd hit her. Plenty of educatee got caned did n't they ? Not many of them sat in their teacher 's bailiwick without their clothes on though. To be mediocre, it was n't his fault that she 'd have wet. Maybe he really was thinking of her well-being when he insisted that she strip totally. Of course of study there was no more to it than that. He was her instructor and, even if he was quite good looking, he was almost old enough to be her father. As if he would be worry in a sixteen-year-old girl who had following to no experience with boys let alone men.

She fretted nervously as her teacher continued to gaze silently at her semi-naked legs. It was becoming more difficult to convince herself that he had no interest in her eubstance. He shifted his gaze to where the inadequate towel barely covered her firm breasts and cleared his throat.

'' I 'm sorry if I hurt you Emma, but you must see that I ca n't countenance a student to defy me. ''

'' Yes, sir, '' she said sullenly.

'' I do n't carry you to like me much at the present moment, but I 'm as upset as you are about it. ''

Emma doubted that, , but decided to say nothing. Her thigh were still throbbing with. .. what ?. .. It was n't pain now. It was a pulsing warm glow that made her think about mike her beau for some reason.

'' If you 're wondering why I kept you behind Emma, it 's because your piece of work has been slipping, and I want to make out why. ''

'' There 's no reason, Sir. I did n't realize that I was behind. ''

The instructor got up and paced slowly around her chair.

'' Is something worrying you ? Boyfriend troubles perhaps ? ''

'' I have n't got clip to think about boys. My step-father says there 's pile of time for that after my exams. ''

'' And what do you say ? ''

'' I suppose he 's correct. My school study should come first. ''

'' That 's true but all body of work and no play sounds unhealthy to me. You 're XVI now are n't you ? ''

'' Yes sir. ''

"Most miss of your age think about boy and sex all the clip and I doubt whether you 're any different. .. especially if you have n't got a boyfriend. No marvel your work is slipping. ''

'' I do n't recollect about it at all, '' she lied and hoped that he could n't see her flush as she said it.

'' What ? When there 's a twelve son from St. Marks hanging about by the schooling gates every afternoon. Are you expecting me to believe that you can take the air past those boy and not even think about sex for a moment ? ''

'' It 's embarrassing walking past them, sir. They call out after us and say the most lewd things. ''

He smiled understandingly, `` I know, I have to chamfer them away most days. A few of them are quite persistent almost like dogs waiting for a squawk in heat. ''

Emma blushed to roots of her blonde hair this prison term. Despite the crudity of her instructor 's Word, she knew exactly what a bitch in heat felt like. The boy's remarks were crude and obscene and she always pretended to discount them but she could n't discount the thrill of excitement that their words ignited in her. She 'd seen her instructor talking to the male child, Mike among them, and threatening to see their headmaster if they came back. His scourge never stopped the severe core of the dedicated studs - ones like Mike.

'' It 's quite natural to call up about sex at your age you know. You 're an attractive young missy Emma - have n't you ever been out with a boy ? ''

Emma blushed at the direct interrogative and fidgeted uneasily under her teacher 's gaze. He was definitely staring at her breasts, and she was very conscious that her teat were still severely from the cold rainfall. She was sure that he could see them jut out through the towel. Why was he so interested in her sex life history, or deficiency of it, anyway ? It was unfeigned, she certainly did think about boy a lot, and her deficiency of practical experience did n't stop her from thinking and wondering about sex - especially after her recent date with Mike. She was n't about to acknowledge that to her teacher though.

'' I 'm not really interested in male child, sir. ''

The instructor continued to circle her chair and Emma was forced to swivel back and Forth River to celebrate him in survey. The motion of her body made it difficult to keep the towel in placement and it constantly slipped, exposing teasing glance of her naked torso.

He shook his head in mental rejection, `` Do n't you like son Emma ? ''

'' Of course I do. I mean yes, sir. At least I suppose I do, but they do n't seem to like me a lot. ''

'' Why not ? You 've got a bright personality and you 're certainly pretty enough. ''

Emma flushed self-consciously. She was n't used to personal compliment from older men, especially teacher, and she was n't sure what she should say. She decided to brush off the compliment.

'' I suppose they prefer girls who let them. .. . You know. .. . ''

The teacher stopped pacing and stood directly in front of the garbled youngster.

'' Let them what ? What are you talking about ? ''

'' Well, kissing and touching and things like that, sir. ''

'' Your English language is certainly slipping if you ca n't explain secure than that. What do you stand for by 'things like that ?'''

Emma blushed with plethora. How could she excuse the clumsy fumbling of vulgar schoolboys when she barely understood it herself ? The whole guinea pig was embarrassing and why would her teacher want to have a go at it anyway ? He was n't interested in her problem. He 'd just hit her had n't he ? `` I 'd really rather not talk about it, sir. ''

His hand moved towards her aspect. Emma flinched, but he put his finger's breadth gently under her Kuki-Chin and tilted her head up till her eyes met his. She was surprised to see concern in his grimace.

'' I 'm not going to hurt you Emma. I would n't bother talking to you about this if I did n't care about you. ''

Emma felt suddenly hangdog. Her step-father did n't deal about her, except to meet her when her mum was n't around. Her mum did n't care that much either or she 'd never have married the perverted pig. Her teacher was the solely adult who had taken an interestingness in her job. Maybe he really did like about her. The trouble was that her step- father 's demeanor had made her shady of all men. Maybe her teacher was dissimilar. Maybe Jennifer had been wrong about him after all.

'' It 's a bit embarrassing talking to you about it, sir. ''

'' There 's no need to sense embarrassed with me Emma. Remember, I 'm a teacher - I 've heard it all in my metre. ''

'' Yes, sir but ... well you 're a man and ... ''

'' And a man could n't possibly infer a offspring young lady 's touch - is that it ? ''

Emma nodded silently.

'' I do understand how you feel, Emma - how confusing the whole occupation can be at fourth dimension. I can also realize if you do n't want to talk about it. You do n't consume to if you feel that you ca n't trust me. ''

'' But I do, sir, '' Emma blurted impulsively. `` I do trust you, sir. ''

Her teacher smiled encouragingly. `` I want you to empathize that nothing that you tell me will ever be repeated outside of this way. ''

Emma nodded.

'' I can see that male child who are too forward might occupy you, especially if you do n't like them kissing or touching you. ''

'' I did n't mean that I do n't like boy, sir, '' she said, suddenly uneasy that her teacher might recall that there was something wrong with her.

'' I 'm sword lily to get wind it, '' he smiled. `` What a waste of a very pretty girl that would be. ''

Emma blushed and felt a foreign lovingness drip through her belly at her teacher 's compliment.

'' You must deliver been out with a few male child for them to line up out that you are n't that sort of girl, Emma. ''

Emma thought back to the only boy she had been out with. The date had been a total disaster except that, whenever she thought about it now, a strange tingling feeling crept through her thigh and pot. She felt her pap tighten and harden as the memory crystalized in her brain.

Elyse and Jennifer had been right about Mike. He 'd spent half the evening clumsily trying to get his hand inside her blouse and the other one-half trying to get his deal into her pantie. He 'd almost succeeded too - and what was worse, she had wanted him to succeed, except that each sentence he 'd partake her, she 'd been reminded of her step-father. How was she supposed to tell Mr. Johnson that ? She hesitated but she knew that she did n't presume say anything about her step-father. ''

'' How many son have you been out with, Emma ? ''

Lucy squirmed uncomfortably and kept silent. She did n't want to discuss microphone with him - he 'd consider that she was just another cunt in heat. Besides, she had n't even told Elyse or Jennifer yet about her date with Mike.

Her teacher persisted. `` So many ? Have you lost tally, Emma ? ''

'' No sir, '' she said, outraged at the prompting. `` Only one, sir. ''

'' I see, and this one, he tried to advert you ... ''

'' No, sir, I would n't allow that. ''

'' I ca n't believe that, Emma. He must give birth tried, a pretty girl like you. ''

She blushed, `` Yes, sir. He did try. ''

'' I 'm trusted he did, '' said her teacher sympathetically. `` Where did he touch you Emma ? ''

The sudden variety in tone caught Emma by surprise. The words escaped quickly out of her rima oris before she could terminate them.

'' On my bust, sir, '' she muttered, still conscious of her hardened pap chafing against the crude towel.

'' tit, Emma - the parole is breast. I thought you liked English. ''

'' Yes, sir I do. It 's my front-runner subject. ''

Her teacher smiled cynically.

'' I would n't expect you to severalise your English teacher that you hated English. So he touched your breast did he ? ''

Emma blushed ruby. Her instructor was still holding her underclothes and she was sure as shooting that he was staring at her breasts while they were discussing them. Her rear nipples refused to subside. The more her instructor talked about her breasts the harder her nipples grew. She tried desperately to modify the subject

'' Do you think my clothes are dry yet, sir ? ''

'' Why ? Are you feeling cold ? ''

'' Well ... yes, sir, and this towel is too belittled. I 'd really feel better with my clothes on. ''

He ignored her and took a bottle from the ledge and filled two glasses.

'' Here imbibe this, it 'll warm you up a bit. ''

Lucy looked at the chalk of gold liquidity suspiciously.

'' What is it, sir ? It 's not alcoholic is it ? ''

'' It 's medicative. Drink it up, it wo n't offend you. ''

He handed the glass to Emma and as she reached for it the towel slipped exposing her firm breasts to his gaze. She snatched the towel back to cut across herself and almost dropped the glass. She scrambled to poise the chalk and pulled the towel up too far. Her teacher was treated to an unrestricted view of her slim down second joint and the barely concealed swell of her sex. He smiled tolerantly as Emma blushed in confusion.

'' I can see why boy have tried to reach your chest. They are n't very big yet but they 're well shaped and they look very firm. ''

Emma blushed more deeply. She was confused by the constant shift of the conversation to adumbrate matters that were none of his business enterprise. She gulped at her beverage and almost choked as the whisky burned her pharynx. It tasted terrible to her untutored palate but as the inebriant warmed her belly, the radiance spread like a gentle caress into her white meat and second joint.

'' It's meant to be sipped. You really are a strange nestling. Do n't you like compliments ? ''

'' I do n't mind compliments but it feels strange from you. I mean - what you said was very personal and you are my teacher. ''

'' I 'm also a man Emma. And I 'm talking as a man who thinks that you 're very attractive. Firm shapely breasts, slim shank and I ca n't affect that I did n't see those yearn legs and lovely thighs. ''

Emma felt the hotness of blood line as it rushed to her case. She also felt something else that she could n't define. Each time he mentioned her breasts they tingled as if in answer to his care. She was flattered by the older man 's attention but she felt uneasy about the way he was talking. Surely her instructor should n't say affair like this to her.

'' You really are very beautiful Emma. I just ca n't understand why you 're ashamed of such a staring trunk. ''

She could n't understand why he kept talking about her body, especially as he seemed to reckon her as little more than than a kid. She sipped her drink and, as the fiery purport coursed through her nervure it intensified the heated sensation in her breasts and thighs. The alcoholic beverage was also making her feel more relaxed and confident. She made up her thinker that she would n't grant her instructor to intimidate her.

'' I 'm not ashamed of my eubstance, sir, I 'm just not used to discussing it with my English teacher. ''

'' Of course you 're ashamed. You say skint instead of knocker and you 've probably got some baby word for your vagina as well. ''

Emma was uncomfortably aware of the growing sense in her knocker. Her nipple stiffened and chaffed against the rough towel as her instructor taunted her. When he mentioned her vagina she felt it trigger a warm damp between her legs.

She bit her grim lip as she tried to hide her embarrassment behind an air of rebelliousness.

'' I 'm not ashamed of anything. ''

'' Not even male child who feel your breasts ? ''

'' It 's not my error what boys want to do to me. I 've done nothing to be ashamed of. ''

Emma knew it was a lie. Even now, her breasts throbbed urgently with an urgent desire to be touched and she felt her fount blush hot with ignominy. If he would just turn back talking about them she could block thinking about them and the touch might kibosh. She gulped More liquor to extend her embarrassment but it only fueled the unwanted arousal. Her pap were aching and so hard that her teacher could n't fail to mark their energise precondition.

She was surprised when he apologized in a flaccid spokesperson.

'' I 'm sorry if I upset you. Of course of action you 've got nothing to be ashamed of - in fact you should be proud of your organic structure. ''

He smiled reassuringly and Emma forgot her embarrassment. Maybe he was n't such an demon after all. He did experience a nice smile when he forgot about being a teacher. It was easy to see why so many of the girls had a compaction on him. If she kept him sweet, he might even let her go early. She smiled back cautiously and decided that he 'd care her more if she tried to be more grownup.

He must possess thought that she was immature and childish to be shocked by what was evidently normal adult conversation. Whatever he said, she vowed silently to be pleasant and polite to him.

'' I 'm good-for-naught too, for being over sensitive, '' she said impulsively.

He smiled broadly, `` That 's all right it was my fault for badgering you. ''

He paused and looked directly into the youngster 's wide green optic.

'' William Tell me one thing though, what parole do you use for your vagina ? ''

Her philia jolted at the sudden permutation of mood and she pressed her thighs together tightly in an effort to stanch the warm up moisture that seeped from her awakened vagina. She did n't want him to see that he had shocked her but more importantly, she could n't let him see how his Scripture were arousing her.

'' If I have to talk about it, I use the same word as you, '' replied the fry trying to snub the nervous thudding of her heart.

'' Say it then, do n't be embarrassed about a word. ''

Emma hoped that he would be satisfied if she obeyed. Uncomfortably aware of the pulsing heating plant and moisture between her legs, she lowered her head and mumbled the word softly.

'' I did n't get word that, did you say vagina, Emma ? ''

'' Yes, sir. ''

'' Well, done. You see it 's not hard is it ? ''

'' No, sir. ''

Her teacher leaned back nonchalantly and smiled encouragingly at her.

'' Of form vagina is Latin - sounds very medical. I 'd rather use the English people vernacular term, would n't you ? ''

Emma must have looked as confused as she felt.

'' You do know the English slang condition, I assume ? ''

'' I do n't experience what you mean, sir. ''

'' The decline word is"snatch ”. Do you ever say pussy ? ''

Emma blushed scarlet at his casual use of what she considered an salaciousness.

'' No, sir, I could n't. ''

'' folderal ! It 's only a word of honor. Half of the population has a slit you know. I'm certainly you 've got one. .. have n't you ? ''

Emma sat in secretiveness. She was too embarrassed to resolve him. The insistent muscle spasm of her vaginal muscles made her solely too aware that she had a pussy. She was also aware of her teacher 's center gazing at the barely concealed junction of her second joint as if he was reassuring himself that she did indeed have a pussy.

Her pulse raced as she imagined that he might be able to see through the towel. She had the irrational thought that somehow he might detect how wet she was down there. Her pulse between her thighs seemed to thrill as though it was aware of the sure-enough man 's care.

'' We'll. .. have you got a cute little pussy or not Emma ? You do n't appear to let a natural language. ''

She nodded sheepishly."Yes, sir. ''

'' Yes, sir what ? ''

'' Yes, sir I have. ''

'' Of track you 've got a cunt. That 's what all those male child are after. As far as they 're concerned, it 's the most of import division of your torso. The sheer number of pussy's in this school is what keeps the boys hanging around the gates. Your pussy is the most right attraction in the world and you ca n't even say the watchword. ''

'' No, sir '', she mumbled sheepishly.

When he put it to her like that, it seemed little and childish to avoid using the word of honor.

'' Have you ever said pussy. .. Emma ? ''

She nodded again, knowing that he would never believe her if she denied it.

'' To the boy who likes to tinct your boob, I suppose. ''

'' No, sir, I 've never said that to a boy. ''

'' Did he try to bear upon your kitty-cat. .. Emma ? ''

Her articulation was a whisper, `` No, sir, I would n't let him. ''

'' So he did try then. Why would n't you let him Emma ? ''

'' I did n't want him to. I was frightened. ''

'' Frightened ? What of ? ''

'' I do n't know. I suppose I was afraid that he 'd go too far. ''

Her teacher smiled sympathetically as Emma drained her drinking glass. The inebriant was starting to impress her and she was beginning to palpate a little more relaxed. His grin was encouraging and she wished that she had been more truthful. She was certain that he would feature understood if she had been completely honorable.

Mike had gone further than she had admitted to her teacher. She 'd allowed him to caress her small titty through the thin material of her blouse because she did n't know how to stop him. There did n't appear to be any really harm in letting him do it and she had no mind what was normal on a beginning date.

The unseasoned little girl had been unprepared for the feel that his clumsy caresses would bring up in her and she had returned his buss with enthusiasm. Her breasts ached and burned under his handwriting with an urgency she had never known and she had not objected when Mike moved one hand onto her knee joint. She knew with shake arrest what he intended to do next.

She felt a gradual pulse build between her second joint until she was throbbing with anticipation. Mike started to slide his hand up inside her suddenly chick and she was suddenly mute with a lustful expectation. As his script slid up between her shine thigh, her legs opened instinctively to grant him accession.

She was burning with wonder and desire. She wanted to feel his spot on her, but as his fingers reached the hem of her panties, she panicked and pushed his hand away.

Mike had n't sympathise her confusion and she could n't explain it. They had argued pointlessly until he had called her a"prick teaser"and left in a sulkiness. He still hung around the school gates with his acquaintance but, since that day, he 'd made a point of ignoring her.

The teacher got up and refilled her glassful. When he went back to his chair and sat down, Lucy shifted the lower-case letter towel in a futile attempt to conceal her thighs from his intense stare. She was painfully cognisant that she had allowed herself to become as arouse by her teacher 's words as she had by Mike 's hired hand.

He leaned back nonchalantly in his chair and spoke casually.

'' So if you could have been sure that he would n't go too far, you 'd have let him tint your pussy. .. wouldn't you ? ''

Emma said nil. She had no idea how to answer. The bewildered kid was trying to work out what the conversation was about and why her teacher was talking to her like this. He repeated the question.

'' fountainhead ? Would you have let him ? There 's nothing to be ashamed of you know. ''

Emma muttered, shame-faced, `` I suppose so, if it did n't go any further. ''

Her instructor nodded, `` That 's right, there 's no harm in it, and it would have felt good too, would n't it ? ''

Emma did n't cognise if it would have felt good but she had certainly wanted it at the clip. She drank some more than of her deglutition, the gustatory sensation was n't so bad now and the warm freshness sent tendrils of joy snaking through her torso that she was beginning to savour. She still could not read why her teacher wanted to know so a good deal about her ? Out of all the girls in the school, why had he picked on her ? He waved his empty-bellied glass with a assuage laughter.

'' You 'd better pass the bottle Emma. .. before you drink it all. ''

Emma struggled to extricate herself from the sagging armchair. As she stood, the alcohol hit and she felt a undulation of dizziness. With one hand holding the bottle and the other trying to stay fresh the towel in side she tried to keep her residual, and failed. The bottle slipped from her grasp and as she grabbed for it, she lost her travelling bag on the towel as it fell on the floor. For a here and now she stood completely exposed before her teacher 's fascinated stare. Mortified with overplus, she scooped up the scrap of fabric and hurriedly wrapped it around her exposed torso.

'' You were right Emma. You have got a cunning little puss, and a very pretty one at that. It seems a shame that you ca n't even say the word. It 's an even bigger disgrace that no-one has ever touched it, or do you meet it yourself ? ''

Emma 's gullible eyes flared with indignation. Her anger was barely conceal beneath her embarrassment.

'' No, sir I do n't. ''

She put the bottleful on his desk and retreated to the armchair.

'' Are you in love with this boy mike ? ''

'' No, of path not. ''

'' But he touched your breasts and you would ingest let him touch your puss. Were you very excited Emma ? ''

'' I do n't bang. I suppose so. ''

'' But you 're not in love with him. Would you let anyone trace you. .. if it felt nice then ? ''

'' I 'm not a bawd, if that 's what you mean. ''

He shook his head, `` I 'm sure you 're not Emma. I just wondered if it would finger the same if any boy touched your pussy. ''

'' I do n't hump. No-one else has tried so I 've never thought about it. ''

'' Suppose. .. I touched your snatch. Do you think it would experience skillful ? ''

Emma held her intimation for a affright stricken consequence. How could her instructor say affair like this to her ? It would have been an embarrassing suggestion if she had her clothes on but for him to suggest touching her there while she was naked. .. made the wonderful thought almost possible.

Despite her shock, Emma felt the pulse in her vagina turn to an repetitive throbbing. The alcohol was playing foreign fast one on her mind. She imagined her teacher 's fingers on her heated up slit and her body was responding to the mentation. She shook her head mutely, suddenly afraid of the position. He might be her teacher but he was acting very strangely. This was a side of him that she 'd never seen nor even suspected existed.

'' Well. .. what do you think ? ''

She could n't admit to him that not only was she imagining what it would feel like but that she was growing excited by the intellection. She lied desperately.

'' You 're my instructor, sir, I would n't even think about something like that. ''

Maybe he was concerned in her. The idea fascinated and frightened her but mostly it excited her. She still had the effigy in her mind of his deal between her peg moving upwards and. .. No ! He was her teacher and she was only xvi.

She tried to deepen the subject, `` How long is my detention, sir ? I really ca n't be too of late getting menage. ''

He stood and crossed to where she was sitting.

'' You ca n't go home naked and your wearing apparel are n't dry yet. Do n't you enjoy my company ? ''

'' Yes, sir, but my parents will be worried if I 'm late. ''

'' Do you want to phone them and let them cognize where you are ? ''

'' What will I separate them ? I can't say that I 'm in hold, my step- founder would go barbarian. ''

'' Just tell them the Truth, that I 'm giving you supererogatory avail. In fact, it might sound better if you say that it was your theme. I 'll talk to them first, if you like, so that they know it 's on-key. ''

He pushed the telephone across the desk and got up to stand beside her. Emma tried to reach for the telephone and the towel slipped again. For a moment she was in a quandary whether to drop down the phone or let the towel fall. Her teacher caught the nook of the towel and held it against her shoulder. His fingertips accidentally grazed the side of her chest.

Emma trembled with the intellection that it may not birth been an fortuity at all. Her boob burned hotly where he had touched her and she suppressed a sudden impulse to lean forward and press herself against his hired hand. Her teacher appeared not to remark the abbreviated caress or the effect that it had on her.

'' You 'd better dial then, we have n't got all Nox, unless you can think of a very good excuse for your parents. ''

He laughed to let her hump that it was a joke but Emma was no prospicient sure. She was acutely conscious of the tingle in her erect tit and her fingers trembled as she dialed the number. Her teacher quickly explained the situation to her step-father and then handed the phone back to Emma.

She began to speak but, to her horror, her instructor suddenly let go of the towel. The scrap of cloth fell from her shoulder joint and, with both hands occupied, she was helpless to preclude it from slipping down to her lap. Relieved that he was behind her, and ineffectual to see the stimulate condition of her nipples, she tried without success to juggle the towel back into place.

Her teacher murmured an apology and reached over her shoulder to recover the towel. This prison term there was no misunderstanding. As he reached for the towel, his hand brushed deliberately over her nude breast. She was ineffectual to bottle up a gasp as the friction of his paw on her nipple sent a shiver of inflammation through her consistency. She struggled to keep open her vocalisation formula as she spoke to her step-father but she knew that her instructor must be aware of the effect that his touch had on her.

She was acutely conscious of the atmospheric pressure of his mitt holding the towel in place on her naked articulatio humeri. Emma felt his fingers move so imperceptibly that she could n't be sure if she had imagined it. Then the fractional motility increased slightly until there was no doubt that her teacher was gently stroking the smooth hide of her speed weapons system.

Unable to protest with her step-father listening on the phone, she was forced to sit helplessly as her unscrupulous teacher took advantage of the post. His hands moved softly on her shoulders, leaving an electric charge in their path. The insidious caress was both soothing and stimulating and she gradually began to relax and revel the sensual massage, after all it was only her shoulder joint, there was no trauma in that.

She caught her breather as his roving fingers widened their circuit and slew slowly down her trembling arms. Then his hands deliberately brushed across her breasts and the youngster 's mettle pounded wildly as her already unbending nipples responded instantly to the entitle friction. His finger grazed back and forth with a plumage soft tactile sensation that made her nipples ache and hammer with desire for more. Emma could hardly think it was happening.

The alcoholic beverage daze and the urgent erotic pulsing of her titty made the site feel like a strange ambition. Her step-father was in no hurry to end the conversation and her teacher was making the virtually of the place.

The tantalizingly gentle stimulus was driving the young girl to misdirection when suddenly both tormenting hands closed over her firm breasts. She gasped out loud at the intensity of feeling that exploded through her body. She was suddenly frightened of her own eubstance 's want of control condition. She did n't desire this to happen.

She desperately wanted to tell her step-father what her instructor was doing to her. She wanted to beg him to come and get her but she was terrified of his response. She knew that he would blame her for the site. Every time her step-father touched her he said that it was her own geological fault for flaunting her trunk. He 'd want to make out what she was doing in her teacher 's bailiwick without her clothes on and Emma was n't for sure how that had happened anyway.

Her teacher was not substance to simply hold her, his custody stroked and squeezed and gently massaged the nipper 's white meat until they throbbed with an loudness that she had never experienced before. The aching impulse was building and spreading through her trembling eubstance. twinkle of fire ignited in her vagina and Emma felt hot wetness flood her bare thighs. Her step-father 's articulation was a dim blur as she fought to retain her breath steady. She was sure that her lungs would burst, when her teacher suddenly released her.

Her succour was short-lived as his invading mitt glided smoothly down her ribcage to her thin waist. Emma tried to worm away from his undesirable touch as she struggled to keep back her representative normal. Her breadbasket muscles spasmed and she suppressed a gasp as her teacher 's trailing fingertips stroked her silklike belly and then moved down to her lap. He plucked the towel away and, threw it to one side as he moved round and knelt in front man of her. He lowered his head and kissed each trembling knee softly.

Emma 's voice shook as she spoke to her step-father. He was chatting about nothing in particular proposition and the panic-stricken tyke tried to suffice normally as her teacher 's lips moved from her genu to osculate her thighs.

She finally managed to blurt out a weak excuse and hung up the earpiece but her teacher had n't finished.

He gazed steadily into her eye as he placed a hired man on the inside of each of her knees and firmly pried her legs apart. His eyes dropped to take in the sight of Emma 's exposed pussy and he slid his hands along her piano inner thigh. The shock of his action at law cut through the dreamy daze of alcohol and the titillating enchantment evaporated.

'' Please stop sir ! You ca n't do this ? You 're my instructor. ''

'' I told you that I 'd teach you not to be ashamed of your organic structure. Do you think you could say"twat"now ? '' Emma ignored the interrogative.

'' You wo n't get away with this. I 'll report you.

'' I do n't think so, it would be your word against mine and I just heard you tell your step-father that the supernumerary help was your estimate. I 'd just say that you were trying to get revenge for your low marks in class. ''

'' You ca n't do that, it's a lie. ''

The teacher laughed scornfully and his finger's breadth twitched a fraction closer to the frightened youngster 's unresolved pussy lips.

'' Well if it 's enjoin the truth prison term, tell me that you were n't excited when I touched your breasts. ''

Emma blushed scarlet and hesitated. The lie hung on her lips but she knew that her instructor had seen her upheaval and felt the hard peaks of her aroused nipples. If he touched her between her legs he would have sex that it was wet with hullabaloo. terror rushed over her at the cerebration but at the Sami time her sinless pussy dilated and pulsed with the knowledge that his fingerbreadth were almost there already.

'' It does n't mean that I wanted it. .. just because you touched me. It 's an automatic reaction that happens to everyone. ''

'' But you liked it did n't you ? ''.

'' It makes no difference, I 'm only sixteen and you are taking advantage of me. I want my clothes back now. .. so that I can go rest home. ''

'' Your detainment is n't over yet. It 's not over trough I say so. Now, would it sense good if I touched your pussy Emma ? ''

'' This is n't a detainment. You only kept me behind so that you could adjoin my naked trunk. ''

'' I 'm trying to help you but I think I 'm wasting my meter. The only thanks I 've had are threats and accusations. ''

'' Surely you do n't expect me to thank you for feeling up my body."

'' Emma. . .the lesson starts here. start you will address respectfully to me, I am your instructor. Second, you will barricade making zany threats, because even if anyone believed you, your reputation would still be ruined. You would be branded a offspring whore who teased your teacher. ''

She realized that what he said was true. She could never hold her head up again if anyone knew what happened. She knew that even if she won, she would be the loser in a contest with him. The entirely matter she could do was appeal to his better nature.

She whispered timidly, `` I 'm scared, delight intercept doing this to me and let me have my dress back ? ''

'' Not yet. I have n't finished with you yet ''

'' What do you signify by that ? ''

He placed his hands back on her bare branch and slip them almost to the top. His fingertips stopped an column inch short circuit of her naked vagina and the helpless fry shivered as he softly stroked the spiritualist skin of her internal second joint.

'' I mean that I have n't finished with you. There 's lots to do before you go dwelling. ''

His fingers edged a fraction nearer to the heated junction of the young schoolgirl 's thigh and she suddenly knew with a cold dread that her teacher was not going to be satisfied with just touching her. She was at his mercifulness. He could do whatever he wanted, and it was very clear what he wanted.

She wondered briefly what it would feel like to consume her teacher touch there between her stage. The thought sent a tingle of expectation rippling through her youthful body and fresh moisture seeped from her pussy. It glistened unmistakably and she knew that her instructor could not neglect to see the polarity of her foreplay.

She panted fiercely and her heart pounded with agitation.

'' I promise I wo n't state anyone. .. if you stop. ''

Her teacher tore his gaze from the open brim of her vagina and stared coolly into the tyke 's centre.

'' If I stop what ? Just say what you do n't require me to do ? ''

'' I do n't want you to do anything. I do n't want you to touch me. ''

Her teacher shook his top dog and his fingers twitched as if they were raring to reach their aim.

'' You have to say it Emma. severalise me not to stir your kitty-cat and I wo n't. ''

Emma lips trembled and her voice shook as she tried to address.

'' Please do n't meet my. . my. .. '' Her pharynx refused to play. `` It 's no effective, I ca n't say it. ''

He shook his head and his fingers twitched as if they were impatient to reach their target. He shook his head in wonder.

'' XVI years old and you 've got the prettiest niggling slit I 've ever seen. ''

Time stopped for a legal brief import before she felt his hands move. When his fingertips met the plump moist lip of her open vagina, she cried out in astonishment as a quick sensational jar shot through her nerve finish. He cupped and squeezed the slight swell of her vaginal heap gently. The air pressure sent an electric thrill of unbidden delight through the youngster 's body. Then his fingers stroked along the loaded cleft of her open sex and discovered her wetness. The instructor stared into her shocked wide exposed eyes and smiled gently.

'' kitty-cat, Emma. It 's your pussy and it 's naught to be ashamed of. It is an excited fiddling cunt though. Did I do that ? ''

He slid his fingerbreadth slowly back and Forth River between her slippy vaginal mouth as if to examine the point. A wave of pleasure rippled up to her trembling belly and spread through her body in a hot billow of urgency. Emma bit her lip to staunch a gasp of pleasure. His fingers slipped smoothly along her wet pussy lip and Emma yelped with surprised delight.

'' Oohh. .. S-s-ir. .. . Oooh. ''

He teased her slippery prick with dim gentle CVA that wore down the helpless nipper 's resistance until she heard herself groan softly with every wave of unstoppable delight. There was only one thing that would give him stop and she had to do it before she lost control and started begging him not to terminate.

'' Please, sir, do n't relate my. .. my pussy. ''

'' Too lately Emma. .. I 'm already touching it, and it 's so wet, you ca n't abnegate that you 're loving it. ''

'' But you have to stop - I said it. I said do n't touch my pussy. ''

'' Tell me you do n't like it. Say you hate me touching your sweet little snatch. ''

'' Uhhh ! I hate you touching my pussy. I hate. .. Aahhh ! ''

'' I do n't consider you Emma. I think that you 're enjoying it. Are you sure you do n't require me to do this ? ''

He found her clitoris and concentrated his attention on the strict niggling bud of sensitive anatomy. Emma cried out reflexively at the dainty sensation.

'' Maybe I 'm ill-timed. Perhaps I should lay off after all, '' he taunted.

Emma shook her question again but now. as new Wave of hug drug ripped through her brass. She had n't wanted this but now she did n't require the nonplus new feeling ever to end and her teacher knew it. As if to emphasize his victory, he withdrew his helping hand and watched her writhe in frustration.

The young daughter was too ashamed to say the Word that would encourage him to start again but her wide green eyes pleaded silently with him. He smiled in victory as if he could learn her thoughts and slowly pressed a tormenting finger into the hot fountainhead of her pussy ingress.

'' Oohh ! Ooohhh !. .. Nno-oohh ! ''

His digit never quite entered her vagina but each time it slipped across and round the flyspeck entrance it drew a moan of anticipation from her. When he returned his attending to the small bud of her clitoris and teased it gently, the defenseless tike could n't inhibit the sigh of pleasure that escaped her lips. Her slender hips shuddered and bucked as her instructor 's fingerbreadth manipulated her slippery button and she knew that it was already too late.

'' Shall I stop Emma ? ''

'' No. . Uhhhh ! Please, do n't stop ''

'' Say it then Emma. Say please do n't stop touching my pussy. ''

'' Please do n't stop. Do n't stop touching my pussy. ''

'' You really are like a bitch in heat are n't you ? ''

His fingerbreadth paused for the abbreviated moment, and she moaned her disappointment.

'' Please do n't stop, sir. ''

'' Are n't you Emma ? ''

Her hips threshed wildly seeking his hand.

'' Yes, sir, I 'm like a kick in estrus, '' she panted.

Her teacher grinned triumphantly, and gave her clitoris the lightest of caresses.

'' Why do you intend bitches get all hot. .. Emma ? ''

'' I- I do n't know, '' she murmured, unable to call up of anything but what he was doing to her and that she could n't live it if he stopped what he was doing again.

'' It 's because they 're ready to twin - They want to be fucked do n't they Emma ? ''

'' I.. Unghhh. .. yes, sir. ''

'' Of course of instruction they do, and you 're a bitch in heat are n't you Emma ? ''

She nodded soundlessly in understanding and then she heard the rasp of his zipper.

''. . and you want to be fucked do n't you ? ''

Emma 's eyes snapped open and she stared at him spacious eyed as he tugged, one handed at his smash buckle. Surely not that. He could n't be unplayful. .. could he ? She watched numb with fear as he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall. The young school girl stared in awe at his strict penis as it sprang free from his pants.

In her mad province, she tried to imagine how it would palpate. How big was he ? Would it hurt ? Would she like it ?

She shook her headway violently. `` No - no you ca n't. I do n't want that. ''

'' You did n't need me to do this. '' His finger slid more rapidly over her.

'' But you could n't secernate me not to until it was too recently. ''

'' But I said it ''

'' But you do n't need me to cease, so you did n't mean it did you ? ''

His finger slid a half inch inside her and she squealed with pleasure.

'' No-o, sir. ''

'' So how can I believe you do n't require me to have it off you ? ''

'' I do n't want that, '' she panted.

'' Tell me then Emma. You managed to say"purulent"so, how about fuck ? Can you say that ? ''

Emma shook her head. `` No I ca n't and I wo n't, '' she gasped.

'' So how will you ask me not to get it on you then ? ''

'' What ! ! '' Emma 's judgment formed the words and her mouth opened but his fingers suddenly increased their activity on her sensitive clitoris and the Christian Bible came out as a groan. Her hips joined the rhythm as she felt something building that she knew was an orgasm even though she had never experienced one before. Her fingerbreadth opened and closed clutching at thin air as the belief grew. She moaned desperately as she tried to reach the climax that her consistence desired.

The young young woman opened her legs wide of the mark and thrust her pelvis upwards to press her fevered purulent harder onto his hand. She wriggled her hips in an effort to maneuver his fingerbreadth inside her dripping pussy. She knew that she would n't stop him now if he did try to know her. She would open her stage for him and let him into her virgin body if that was what he wanted. If she 'd been able to spill the beans she 'd throw begged him to get it on her but all she could do was thrust her young hips upwards in a desperate invitation to him to do whatever he wanted with her.

Without breaking the rhythm of his tormenting bridge player, her teacher moved closer until he was standing over her. He watched the Young female child 's pretty face as, center tightly closed, she strained for her climax. He bent over her and kissed each nipple lightly as his fingers moved steadily in her dripping slit.

She reached up for him, for something to hold onto as the terminal moving ridge of her climax approached. Her clutching digit brushed against his open trouser and she felt the swollen hardness inside. The youngster 's deal slid blindly into the opening and closed instinctively on her teacher 's raise penis as she squealed with anticipation. Her back arched and she squeezed hard on her instructor 's erection as she gave a concluding shudder and climaxed with a easygoing suspiration.

'' Ohhhh. .. Sssi-ir. .. ''

Emma relaxed and waited for him to take her in his munition. The sixteen-year-old was surprised when he knelt in front end of her and gently placed his hired hand on her stifle. He smiled reassuringly at her as he pushed her trembling legs apart.

Her teacher stared directly into her eyes as he slid his zip fastener down with a dumb deliberate motion, leaving her in no doubt that this metre he intended to terminate what he had started.

Her slender eubstance shook with concern and anticipation as he slipped his hired hand under her articulatio genus and drew her easy towards him. His well up cock nudged the sensitive softness of her privileged thigh as she slipped inexorably over the worn leather surface of the chair towards him.

She nervously clenched her hands into small besotted fists as his throbbing cock nuzzled its heated itinerary between her open thigh. Her breathing space caught in her pharynx and she whimpered softly, catching her miserable lip between her pocket-sized white dentition as the rigid organ moved slowly up between her shaking legs.

Unable to breath, she felt the pulsing heat of her teacher 's shaft advance her open, defenseless kitty. Then her breather escaped in an explosive pant as she felt the unaccented touch of hot flesh against her moist slit.

Her instructor tauntingly slid the slippy end of his engorged member along her open cleft, teasing back and forth from her sensitive button to barely touching her virtuous opening. Lucy moaned in thwarting as the wizard within her impeccant young soundbox built to even high tip with each lewd caress. Suddenly she wanted him inside her with a fierce longing that contradicted all of her rational sentiment.

Despite her desperate yearning for fulfilment, she froze in sudden panic when her instructor suddenly pushed the bulbous end of his swollen cock against the tiny entree to her pussy. She whimpered in fear as the insistence on her loath opening gradually increased.

She felt the hard duration of him seeking the entrance to her puss - felt it pressing against the resistance of her virginal opening. He increased the pressure as he tried to enter her.

She was lowly and tight but he 'd make her so wet and slippery that, when he flexed his hips and pushed, the air pressure released with a syncope pop as he slowly eased into her. She felt the bulbous tip of his penis slip easily inside her velvet mild vaginal passage. The fry felt herself stretching to accommodate his unfeelingness. It was mildly uncomfortable for a present moment until her muscles adjusted, then the waves of pleasance returned and rocked through her slim down body.

He fucked her gently without penetrating her fully until she was gasping with pleasure then he began to increase the depth of his jabbing until the egotistical head of his rigid peter was embedded within her Cy Young body. She held her breathing space each time her tiny pussy took Thomas More of him in and still he wanted to own to a greater extent of her.

His peter advanced inch by inch, filling and stretching her unseasoned puss and sending pulses of joy rocketing through every nerve in her organic structure. With a sudden final exam poke his massive erection filled and stretched her bantam cunt until he was fully inside her. He 'd fall into place her fully now and she felt the heaviness of his cock fill her completely. She whimpered softly as her physical structure adjusted to the monumental encroachment and he paused to give her time to recover. She could feel his pulse inside her belly as his rooster throbbed in eager set and as his lips brushed hers he whispered softly to her.

'' You have the sweetened tightest lilliputian pussy, Emma ”.

She sensed a variety, as his cock seemed to tumesce and his breath grew more rapid. He was panting now and his thrusts had an increased importunity. She realized that he was about to come. She waited with passive acceptation for him to finish. He groaned her name as if he was in nuisance and he thrust twice more into the astuteness of her eubstance before she felt the scalding thrill of his sperm as it filled her womb. He continued to pump his seed deeply inside her. With a net gasping groan, her teacher spent the last of his spermatozoon into his free student. Emma felt surprisingly satisfied as he withdrew his shrinking organ .