TABOO TALES(erotica)

Andre’s focus was on the pages before him, but amongst the sensory barrage flooding into his mind, he picked up the room was becoming darker. He knew Mrs. Jager was telling him about the competition and distractions, so he assumed she was testing his ability to focus. She had no idea how much experience he had with this.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

When she touched him, he froze as memories crashed through his mind. Sensations sticky, pungent, heat, and pain obliterated all other input as thoughts of Gloria crowded into his mind. The pressure of her endless demands and the feeling of her much larger body trapping his became jumbled up until he couldn’t separate them. Jager’s touch became the only input for his focus. He felt himself begin to whimper and clamped down on that as the teacher’s grip tightened.

It was happening again.

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“Your hair is so fine… yet strong.” Ilsa closed her fingers into a fist, gripping his hair as she slowly pulled his head back, turning his face upwards. She slid her other hand down inside his shirt collar and across his upper chest until she found his nipple. She pinched it and tugged, and his mouth opened in a gasp.

She trapped his mouth with hers and kissed him deeply, feeling his body trembling.

He was submitting to her!

She felt powerful and hungry for him at the same time, but she was going to enjoy him slowly.

Ilsa roughly tugged on his nipple once more, and he squirmed with the mix of pain and pleasure.

She pulled him to his feet and turned him to face her, her hand still gripping his hair. She saw his eyes were glassy. Lust or tears she couldn’t tell, and truthfully, she didn’t care. He was hers.

She used her left hand to yank up on his sweater and shirt until he got the idea and helped her lift them over his head. She had to release his hair, but the moment she did, she spun him around and marched him to the end of her desk, and forced him to bend over it. He finished pulling his sweater and shirt off while she reached under him and undid his belt and pants. She tugged them down, and they came off with his boots.

She stood and spun him around to face her, then seized his hair in both her hands and kissed him hard again as she pushed him back over her desk. She’d cleared the surface earlier in preparation or exactly this.

As he fell back onto the polished surface, she ended their kiss, stood, grabbed his underwear, and yanked them down.

There it was, that glorious cock she’d fantasized about for months. Only now, it was on its way to becoming stiff with need.

Fuck, it was beautiful! Her husbands couldn’t compare. She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a squeeze. Andre moaned once more, and a flash of tingles rushed through her. She cupped his testicles in her palm and thrilled over their weight.

She had to taste him. Keeping a firm grip on the root of his cock, Ilsa extended her tongue and leaned over him to stroke the thick head with the tip, licking up his pre-cum.

Fuck! She was getting so excited! Ilsa couldn’t wait any longer, so she pressed her lips against the head and slowly opened her mouth to accept more and more of his magnificent cock into her mouth. Her head was spinning with desire, and she felt like a giddy schoolgirl, finally getting what she wanted after such a long time.

Andre was making odd, little sounds, but she ignored him as he tasted too good, and she almost had him to the back of her throat. He was so thick! Her pussy juices were running down her thighs, and she had to have him inside her. Now!

Reluctantly, she drew his cock from her mouth but kissed all the way down his shaft and sucked his heavy balls into her mouth to bathe them with her tongue. Shit! She was going to cum too soon if she didn’t stop this! She stood up and walked boldly around her desk, as he looked up at her nervously. She grabbed his wrists, lifted them above his head, and pulled him further onto her desk so she’d have room to straddle him. Looking at his gorgeous, masculine body, stretched out across the wood desk, made her mouth water. There was so much she wanted to do with him, but there wasn’t time today. She’d make alternate arrangements another day to spend more time with him.

Releasing his wrists, she moved to the middle of the desk and climbed on. She swung a leg over him and immediately sat, trapping his cock between them. She gasped at the heat pressing against her pussy lips and felt shocks run through her deliciously.

She reached back and undid the clasp on her bra. She let it slip down her arms and saw his eyes drawn to her large, round breasts with their thick and stiff nipples. She leaned down to press them against his face, rubbing them against his cheeks and mouth.

“Suck them!” she demanded, then gasped as she felt his tentative tongue pulling one of her nipples into his mouth. He stroked his tongue across and around the stiff bud, and she gasped aloud again as he sucked. Her hips were rocking uncontrollably, grinding against his stiff cock almost painfully, and Andre cried out sharply, releasing the nipple.

She sat up and looked down between their bodies, but he hadn’t come yet. That was both surprising and pleasing, as she wasn’t finished. She lifted herself up on her knees and reached between them to position the fat head at the lips of her pussy. She rubbed it back and forth, coating him with her juices. She shuddered and jolted each time she felt the head rub her clit until she couldn’t take anymore and pushed down as he was lined up.

The head forced its way inside her, and she stopped as he was already stretching her wider than she’d felt before. It was glorious!

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Gloria touched him in ways a stepmother shouldn’t, and her touches were meant to hurt. She didn’t want Andre to feel good, as she told him he didn’t deserve it. She had to punish him, yet his flesh denied her as she triggered a response she couldn’t control. For Andre, losing control over his body seemed to be the worst part of her violation. The memories swarmed like angry wasps, and he couldn’t think as once more his body responded automatically.

“no…”

-=-

She looked down in surprise and saw his glassy eyes were looking up at her.

No? There was no stopping now!

She reached down and pinched his nipples hard as she gave him a stern look. “Hush.” His eyes closed, and tears rolled back from his eyes into his hair.