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Spreading For Teacher

Fawn snuggled closer when she felt Jack’s hand straying up along her
leg. The touch was electric. It made her come completely alive. Never
in her fifteen years had she felt so stimulated, so sophisticated and
grown up.

The man actually wanted her!

She felt the telltale dampening of her pussy. It was beginning to ooze
out her inner oils in a way totally new to her. This was what it was
like to be really turned on.

“Oh, Jack, your hand … it’s so niiice!” she cooed.

“Yeah, almost as nice as the skin underneath it, I bet.” He continued
to explore her lithe, young body. Her tits wiggled around like jelly on
a plate.

Her hand covered his and pressed down firmly. She wanted more than his
hand exploring the moist area between her slender legs. She wanted his
long, hard cock driving deep into her. She wanted that more than
anything else in the world.

“Are you just going to sample me or are you going to really get it on?”
she asked him, her breath husky. It was getting harder for her to keep
the tremor of her blossoming sexuality from entering her tone. She
wanted so desperately to impress him. He must never think that she was
a virgin. But there was no way of keeping that knowledge from him
later–when she was in the throes of intense passion, his body pressing
lustily down into hers, his cock probing for her innermost reaches.

Then he’d know and then she’d get his cock and it would be super. That
was what mattered. The teenager didn’t want her history teacher to ever
know the nervousness she felt, the way she had almost approached him
again and again, only to chicken out at the last instant.

A man like this wanted his women to be women. One hundred percent, and
not a bit less. Fawn would deliver for her handsome teacher. She’d give
him everything a man could possibly want.

Her tender young body was his for the taking.

“Umm,” she said, “This is so biiig!” She felt his trembling prick. It
was firehose-big under her fingers and throbbing. She was the one
exciting him–her! A fifteen-year-old was getting a stud like him all
hot and bothered!

She began stroking up and down the solid shaft of cock. He groaned deep
in his throat.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” she hastily asked, afraid he was in pain
for some reason.

“Pain? Hell, no, darling. I love the feel of your hand on my prick.
Start squeezing down a little harder. Yeah, oh yeah! That’s exactly the
way I love it!” . .  ..
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