Miriam makes her pupil’s fantasies come true (Part 11)

2.09.2012 | By: Miriam

Miriam has fun with her pupil to their mutual satisfaction.

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“Are you hot?,” the well-behaved Brian asks and already opens the window. He has obviously noticed my flushed face. We start the lesson. The spring breeze cools me pleasantly, I feel my nipples becoming hard beneath the light bra and feel air caressing me between my legs. I give the boy a few homonyms, which he’s supposed to use in sentences and I walk to the window. I lean through it slightly, lean on the ledge with my elbows and enjoy the view of the nearby hill, which is already green.

I’m aware of how my skirt stretches across my tight behind. I also know how Brian is watching it. I turn around unexpectedly and see a slightly dreamy look which focuses back on the notebook. I smile contentedly and come to my pupil. I lean over him and accidentally brush my breast against his shoulder. I read his sentences aloud, but I don’t really know what I’m reading because I sense a change in his breathing, his hot body, the scent of soap mixed with his scent. I know he wants me. I think he pleasured himself in the shower, I feel it, maybe it’s in his scent and his slightly flushed face. He probably did it so he could concentrate on his studies.

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Brian moves his shoulder slightly and rubs against my hard nipple. I look down at him, deep into his eyes and I remember what I read. The moment is frozen in time. His eyes are only slightly open, as are his lips. I bend down towards those full sweet lips and touch them gently. The boy responds passionately and starts stroking my hair, back and my protruding behind in the tight skirt.

He slides across my breasts with his sweaty palms, but he doesn’t dare to undo my shirt. I take it off myself and offer him my breasts which are trapped in a transparent lace bra. He kisses me feverishly, puts saliva on the lace, bites my erected nipple strongly, then I straighten up and throw my head back. I take his head into my hands and guide it over my body. His tongue is quick, but warm, moist and tireless.

I get out of my skirt by myself and remain in front of him in my nylon stockings with a lace edge and my see-through thong. I don’t take my high heels off and still I’m barely his height. His hands are shaking when he reaches for my panties which reveal a well-trimmed line. I sit on his glass desk naked and spread my legs as if inviting him. “Lick me,” I purr. He’s instantly on my pussy. At first, I feel nothing but the warmth of his mouth and the gentle, thorough sliding of his tongue on my whole vulva. It’s pleasant, but he seems inexperienced.

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He soon starts helping himself with his hands and opens me up, so that my clitoris is revealed to him in all its glory and arousal. He looks at it knowingly and starts kissing it too gently. I giggle at the gentle touches, but they become more passionate soon. He soon starts sucking me strongly, he starts nibbling me and driving me crazy with his hard tongue, with which he’s circling and stroking my clitoris.

I gently push him on the chair with my leg which is still wearing the high heel. It’s the same chair I sat on earlier – a very comfortable modern rocking chair. “Take your clothes off,” I command. He obeys me instantly. I slide my hand along the entire length of his penis a few times, then I get on top of him and put the teenager’s willing organ into my moist pussy. I ignore his devoted and admiring look, but focus on my own pleasure, while his hot cock is penetrating my vagina. I don’t hold back with my loud moans. Just like in his fantasies, I don’t get tired riding him. The chair, which rocks slightly, only helps me.

Brian is an unusually quiet boy. His arousal is revealed only by faster breathing and hazy eyes. Every time I think he’s going to come, I stop and offer him my breast, which he licks eagerly and nibbles through the lace bra, while I only swing on him lightly. He’s quite durable!

When I can’t take the prolongation any longer, I stop and start playing with my clitoris. I don’t let Brian move anywhere. I’m caressing the full clitoris with my one hand and sliding across my breasts, which are finally free from the bra, with the other. Brian’s hands start following my movements, he fills his hands with my breasts and follows their outline as if he were testing the smoothness of marble. The hands rest on my waist for a while, then on my bottom. He tries to gently move me, give me rhythm, but I don’t give in for a long time, I merely torture him with the contractions of my vaginal muscles. I rock very slightly with the help of the chair and the orgasm washes over me slowly. Finally, the contractions of my vagina also bring the “kid” to his climax. I finally hear him, even though it’s only a louder moan. He then collapses onto the chair and looks at me like a demigoddess through eyes that are only slightly open.