Mother mother

 

Vanessa was happy with the professor to be alone. She had been together with the older man for too long missed that she could resist his urge to get her at home visit. It was one of those weekends when her parents and her sister were out of the house. So the student could have her teacher without leave any explanations to yourself in the apartment.

He stood in front of her. Martin Schönbaum came to the Käthe-Günther-Gymnasium as a guest teacher. The good looking Man was not yet 40 and yet had the title of professor. Vanessa didn't dare look at him. His dark hair, his penetrating eyes, everything about him radiated an almost irrepressible power that they did not could oppose.

The girl felt his look, who slid down on her. She was wearing a purple blouse and a black one Skirt. Her strong thighs were covered with black straps. However, she wore nothing under the skirt itself. That was part of the instruction that Mr. Schönbaum had given her.

She had right after school prepared at home for her beloved teacher. She had showered and frees her body from any hair that does not arise from her scalp. After that she had sneaked into her mother's room and hers Opinion selected the prettiest things she could find. That their Mother Straps owned, the girl amazed, but the professor had her exactly that predicted.

It was a strange feeling Wear your mother's clothes while standing in front of the lover who could almost be your own father. Months ago she would have been refused to give in to such perverse urges. But in the past Months had changed a lot. Vanessa was no longer a virgin. The a little chubby, eighteen-year-old girl had gotten into the willing bitch of one perverse teacher transformed.

With a slight shudder, she thought what she had done in doing. He had taken her anywhere, that she could imagine. At school, in the department store, in the parking lot, somewhere there was a place where he didn't take her in each of her holes had. Vanessa was a professor. There was nothing left that she didn't lead would do it. Last week he had got her to take her cunt To lick the principal and a classmate.

What was there, the Wear mother's clothes and dust with her favorite perfume. If he liked it, she wanted to do it. It was better to have another woman play as having to watch him take another woman instead of her. Vanessa no longer had any illusions. She knew she wasn't the only one was in his life. It was a gaping wound in the girl's heart, which had given the professor her virginity and love. A wound, in which he knew how to drip more salt.

***

Martin stroked with his hand about Vanessa's cheek. Her cheek glowed slightly with tension and expectation. He gently slid down her neck until he finally reached her ear and this played around with a fingertip. A shiver ran through her body. her Heart raced without physically moving.

"Very pretty, woman Smart, "he praised her and Vanessa looked at him in confusion. He never had her addressed with their imitation and praise usually only meant the beginning a new meanness.

He squeezed her body with him gentle violence from the front door back into the hallway. The door fell behind him to the castle. He now reached into her hair and directed her backwardness into the Family kitchen. Vanessa wore her bootlets. The only piece of clothing, which did not belong to her mother. Now she regretted it because the paragraphs made her struggle to walk. His strong hand set the direction for her and she only stopped when her butt was the worktop next to the sink reached.

The handle in its dark red Hair loosened and Vanessa raised her eyes a little shyly around him To look at professor. A shiver slid through her body as his fingers brushed glowing cheeks and she felt his thumb on her lips. She instinctively played around it. It was a game to enjoy had learned. Its closeness, its strength, its taste, everything was there and so she closed her eyes again and waited.

Vanessa felt his other hand, how she lay on her well-padded hips. Affectionate and yet the fingers glided over the fabric of the skirt and lifted it in little. She automatically opened her thighs to him. Certainly he would touch there and challenge your lust. But he still had to. Her freshly shaved shame already felt damp.

Endless moments remained both in that surreal position before raising his melodic voice and she addressed with a certain severity: "Your daughter is truly one little whore, Mrs. Kluge. Do you know about it?"

The girl swallowed slightly. you suspected which game would start now. The thought from the perspective of her Speaking to mother with her lover a little disturbed her. So she nodded just barely. She knew that this would not be enough. The professor asked clear answers and tolerated no excuses. It was part of the game which they played together. A game in which she always lost, even if she did Defeat internally as she would not have been able to win.

His hand slid under her skirt. With care, the fingers slid up again and let the skirt hem go glide above. The tingling between her thighs grew stronger. Your fingers looked for a hold on the edge of the table. Unsure she chewed on her lips. you suspected the desire that was bubbling in him, but it was her knees softened under his touch.

He touched her bloom and opened she with his fingertip. The girl went through a warm wave of lust. Her breath was getting faster and faster. Immersing his finger in her damp Meat lit a fire in her abdomen. "I don't hear anything, woman Smart! "She heard from afar. "Is her daughter Vanessa one little dirty whore?"

"Yes," she breathed this time and pressed her pelvis towards him deeper around her finger to record. Vanessa shivered at the thought of what he was doing to her and loved him for it. It was humiliating to itself as a whore designate. But it was even more humiliating in the role of your own Slip mother who had a finger in her vagina at the moment.

Martin smiled contentedly and took now a second finger to help you get the girl's ready-to-use grotto fill. "You know, Ms. Kluge," he whispered with his intense Voice. "You know that her daughter likes to take pictures of other women licks and is beamed by older men?"

He moved her. Harder, more demanding than before. His two fingers did not fail to work and triggered in their bodies a firework of desires, which every fiber of their Body seemed to set fire to. She held on weakly and replied in a soft, trembling voice: "Yes, I know."

"Did this little dirty one Luder that of them, Ms. Kluge? Are you also such a perverse little one Whore photography? Come on! Say it!" He pushed his fingers deeper into the now running column in and drove another shower through her body.

"Yes, yes, I'm a little one Whore photography! ", Vanessa pitched, the juice on her soft thighs seeped down.

"And do you know what I'm with everything instead of her daughter? Do you want to know what I have with such one stupid little hooker do everything?" With fast movements, his massaged Finger the sensitive flesh deep inside her and almost brought her to it High point. She willingly pressed the abdomen towards him and hoped that he would finally let her come.

"Yes, I want, me wants, "she pitched. His words fucked her mind like his fingers fucked her cunt.

"I fuck her in each of hers unworthy holes and let them suck my tail. Do you want that too? Should I ram my cock into your dirty fuck fuss?" He pressed very close to them. The lovely scent of their shame rose from their vulva. He mixed with her mother's perfume and intoxicated her senses. "Should I fuck you, Ms. Kluge, like me your dirty, useless Did the sloppy fuck? Should I?"

"Yes, yes, fuck me so! ", Vanessa jashed desperately. She was no longer in control of her Sense and would have done everything he asked of her. Everything said he was from expected her if he only continued. Her lust cultivated and she to that Carried summit from which she could ascend to the masochistic sky.

Suddenly he took off his fingers of them. The tough juice of their lust dripped down from them. Seen horrified she the professor. He wouldn't leave her here. Unsatisfied and boiling with excitement. "Please, please, fuck me, Professor Schönbaum! "She pleaded.

"Dirty hooker!", he said condescendingly and wiped the nectar of her lust for the Blouse of her mother. Vanessa was ashamed and yet her heart continued to shake Desire. Yes, she was a dirty hooker, a whore, a bitch. she was everything he wanted if he only wanted it.

"Like the daughter, so the Mother, "he finally explained, grabbing her at the head. He pulled her unsanft to the dining table. He pressed her upper body onto the wooden table top, in the middle of which was a small white tablecloth as an ornament. Your lush breasts pressed their weight against the plate and they cried out briefly as he gave her a firm pat on the butt.

"What is Fotze? You like it but if you're hit, right?"

"Yes," she swallowed. His hand raised her mother's skirt and pulled it over the round buttocks. He stroked her for a moment before clapping her again Pitched the blow, which made her show up loudly. The contours were red his hand on her pale skin.

***

The professor smiled satisfied. His eyes brushed on her butt, thighs and suspenders. His fingers slid through the crevice of their buttocks and found the damp grotto they had previously explored. Again he felt the damp heat and took it with his fingers. He pressed the flower again and opened it without Effort.

The girl groaned enjoying and held onto the other end of the tabletop with her hands. She felt his longed-for touch and it didn't matter to her whether he was his fingers or pushed his strap into it. The fact that it was only counted for her. Several times the fingers dive deep into her abdomen and Vanessa groaned uninhibitedly.

Then the professor handles the another hand after a picture that was on the sideboard. It showed Vanessa's mother, sister, father and herself with one Family trip. He put it on the table in front of her and said: "Look at her, your little bitch! See your family from Fuck!"

Vanessa was startled when the picture saw. Suddenly the anonymous words got a face again. She looked at her mother and herself in the picture. She swallowed and for a moment she hated the professor. She hated him for everything he did to her, but she did not resist him. She calmly left the bumps of his fingers in her Gone column over yourself and felt the physical pleasure that the mental pain superimposed. She submitted to his urge and pressed to meet him at the same time.

"Mother and daughter. You are both worthless sluts! Or?"

"Yes, we are worthless Schlampen, Mr. Schönbaum. Mother and daughter." Vanessa's voice trembled. A lump had formed in her throat. His words opened mercilessly her bare soul, like the fingers that are deep in her wide gruffing grotto disappeared.

"And what do you do with it such dirty cunts?"

"I do not know", gasped the girl, her chubby body in her mother's clothes started to sweat.

He didn't answer satisfied and gave her several strong blows on the free hand bare butt. Vanessa cried out loud. "What are you useless for Fuck pieces only good on their own?"

"Fuck, sir Professor! ", She whined desperately between lust and pain.

"Right. And what hole should I fuck the mother pussy?" Again he gave her a volley punches on the reddened cheeks. The loud clapping echoed through the kitchen and mixed with her screams.

"Where ... where you want, sir ...", wins the girl. "... fuck the mother photo where you are want."

"You necessary piece of dirt long to be rammed into your damp fuck hole, right?"

"Yes ... yes please. fuck ..."

"Well," said the Professor and smiled sadistically. He pulled his fingers out of the meantime opening column and unpacked his tail. "Then say it. Say i am an unworthy mother photo and wants to fuck like my hooked daughter Vanessa will!"

Vanessa struggled with himself. moments in which they fought an unequal struggle against their own masochistic Ader fought and eventually lost. "I ... I am an unworthy one Mother Fotze and wants to be fucked like my hooker daughter Vanessa", gasped from tears. It was so degrading these words to pronounce.

The professor liked that and he press the hard glans against their butt column. He briefly started her shame and rubbed his glans on the hole, which eagerly stretched out against him. He did not join but licked the thick plunger of concentrated masculinity higher. He put him on her rosette and gently pressed into it this hole.

Cramped for a moment the girl and fought with the intruder who conquered her narrow gate wanted. Then the flesh of her sphincter gave way and let him in. you gritted his teeth and hoped that the pain would pass quickly. The painful pull made her whole body tremble. The link slowly pushed deeper into her and Vanessa believed every vein too sense that pressed against her intestine. She gasped and wrestled with air, of which there was suddenly too little in her lungs. Tears gathered in their narrowed eyes.

"This is how you fuck an asshole like you, you worthless scum! "He gasped and put his hands on their hips. He now started to move rhythmically in her and understood it to conquer more of her body with every push.

The pain subsided slowly. Her tight hole got used to the thick staff of pure masculinity, which she Taken centimeters for centimeters. Her pelvis was against the edge of the table pressed and her fingers clawed on the other side of the table. She pressed her hands together so tightly that the blood left them and them became very pale.

Slowly the professor found only his Rhythm. He rammed his gender deep into her butt. At first screamed Vanessa out of pain, but over time she got used to the thick lance in her gut. She relaxed a little and so the lust returned in her Abdominal back. Her cries of pain now got a lustful note that strengthened with every push of his hips.

"You like that, you little one brainless piece of fuss! ", Martin gasped, whose fingernails changed pressed deep into her soft flesh. Vanessa had opened her mouth wide. Always again she was panting like a bitch while her tongue was hanging out of her mouth.

Soon the professor's link was completely disappeared into her gut and she felt his testicles as she did rubbed on their vulva. Her face was still wet with tears, hers Body, however, learned to enjoy the hard bumps of the man. Vanessa's intestine passed on every movement of his gender in her head, where the initial messages of pain turned into feelings of pleasure over time. Now she no longer screamed, she only panted with glassy eyes. saliva drip out of her mouth. He continued to insult her without ceasing, humiliating her and abused her ass with strong bumps.

"You stupid piece of hook meat. I will fuck every woman in your family and get you there afterwards lick your cunts. You will be grateful to me for being your worthless Mix the bad guy at all."

They met these words hard. Again tears flowed. She believed him. Believed that he would somehow make it, to fuck her mother. She believed that he would fuck her sister who was soon 18. She believed every word from his lips while he was doing it continued to fuck in the burning ass. It was just a worthless piece Fuck meat, which he used as needed. It was nothing. Waste that only came to some meaning by his grace.

The girl lost more and more in the confused thoughts until they finally reach a tremendous climax was overrun, which pushed every spark of reason out of their consciousness. you didn't hear the professor moan. Didn't feel like they were hot seeds unloaded in it. She only felt this wave of ultimate ecstasy, which she put in one heaven that had sprung from hell, to which it completely dissolved.

***

When his orgasm subsided, the professor pulled his link out of her poloch. The sphincter gaped far and opened a deep insight into the freshly filled intestine. Beautiful tree didn't care. He knew where he had injected his seed. Instead of paying attention to the girl lying on the table, he went to Fridge. He took out a cool beer, opened it and drank while Vanessa cried softly and sobbed.

Had been on the tabletop a small puddle is formed with her saliva, which is still from her mouth dripped. His seed seeped out of her slightly twitching anus and ran to her Gift down. The girl was trapped in a masochistic dream world out of pain and lust. A world in which she threw her professor and from which she never wanted to come back.