Vanessa looked at her cell phone in disbelief. She had not followed the English lessons for a long time, because her attention was paid to the text of the SMS. „ During the big break, without panties, room 5.23. “
She didn't know the cell phone number, but she only knew one who would send her such a message. The professor hadn't called her that weekend when he took her virginity, again and again she had only received short messages that had only increased her longing. Her eyes on the school playground had sometimes been furtively crossed. And mostly she had avoided him at first, only to look longingly again in the direction of the well-built mid-thirties, who had initiated her into the secrets of sex two weeks ago. It was an indescribable feeling when the experienced man beat her.
Be that she got wet regularly between the thighs. Even now in dry English lessons with Ms. Kemmer. This text irritated her and made her at the same time. Without panties. What was he thinking? He didn't want to fuck her here at school. The thought made her shiver and excited her at the same time. Her hand went deeper to her black skirt, in which fine silver threads were braided. And involuntarily she touched her step with one hand.
I hope the SMS came from him, she thought again and again. Her legs were slightly open and her fingers pressed through the fabric. Her little chubby love handles made it difficult for her to touch her ditch so that she wanted to open her legs a little further. At the same time, she looked around again and again so as not to be watched by her classmates. But nobody looked at her. The boy sitting in the back row with her drew a manga figure in his block, and everyone else didn't look at her in a dream, the little chubby girl with her long dark red colored hair and her glasses. Vanessa closed her eyes and thought of the delicate, loving touches with which the professor had led her into the realm of lust. A soft groan penetrated her lips.
„ Vanessa, would you please put away your cellphone, and join us in our discussion. ”, reprimanded Ms. Kemmer, the old dark-haired English teacher with gray hair and perm.
„ Yes, Mam ”, stuttered them.
The third hour break gong saved her from the embarrassment of not having received any of the discussion or anything else. She noted the homework well and then went to room 2.11 the next hour. Her panties had slipped uncomfortably. Again she had to think about the text. Without panties. Should she really dare to take him off? The girl wrestled with her.
Her eyes fell on Jenny, who was just slipping in front of the toilet with her new friend. Jealousy mingled with her subliminal lust. First in her life she had kissed a man. Again she shot the SMS through her head. „ During the big break, without panties, room 5.23. “
Vanessa decided before going to history classes, she briefly disappeared on the girls' toilet. Her best friend Jenny completely ignored her. But she was used to that from Jenny. At school, Vanessa was just too uncool to deal with her. Now she was exceptionally happy about it. She disappeared into a cabin and hastily took off her red panties with a cherry motif. She could clearly see the damp place where her damp column was.
The panties came from a shopping trip with her grandmother. She said it was the right thing for a girl. She was secretly glad that she got rid of him. In short, she even thought about washing him down the toilet, but instead stuffed him into her backpack. Then she hurried out of the toilet into the already empty corridor and finally came into her classroom. The teacher had just started the projector, and prepared his presentation on the political situation in post-war Europe. Without taking notice of her, she slid into her place.
Room 5.23 in the attic of the Käthe-Günther-Gymnasium. Like most rooms on the 5th floor, it served primarily as a storage room and an alternative class room. Old card stands and canvases stood in a corner. While two rows were equipped with tables and chairs. Professor Martin Schönbaum stood at the teacher's desk when Vanessa pointed through the door on a leaning door.
„ Hello Vanessa, "he said with a friendly but also severe tone. „ Please close the door behind you and turn the key. “
Vanessa did as you ordered. Unsure, she stood in front of the green door in the room. She held her satchel by the hand. Suddenly she found the idea of taking off her panties not so good anymore. In short, she even considered just going again.
„ Come here, little one. “
She hesitantly went to the teacher's desk. The professor turned to her and put a hand on her hip. He smiled at her and leaned down to her. His lips gently touched hers. Oh, how good he tastes, she thought when she felt the taste of his tongue on hers. All doubts and fears were forgotten when she completely devoted herself to playing her tongues. She kissed him like a thirsty man who longed for water. Yes, he was the water in her life.
His hand wandered deeper, glided over her rounded buttocks and gently caressed it. The other hand lay on her back and pressed her to herself. They were still immersed in a kiss full of passion and longing. Vanessa's feelings played roller coaster, she felt in a frenzy. Her satchel slid from her fingers. Martin's hands stroked her buttocks and kneaded the chubby flesh firmly through the fabric of her skirt. Then her tongues loosened and she fell out of breath into his arms.
„ We don't have much time, little one, "he said, pushing her skirt up so that he could touch her bare butt. „ I see you followed the instructions. “
„ Yes, "she still breathed out of breath. The professor broke away from her and strode behind his playmate. He gently stroked the small bacon rolls of her stomach, it wasn't much, but it was enough to throw a visible fold. He gently pressed the student against the teacher's desk. She followed without saying anything. Her hands lay on the cold table top. He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her forward. The girl understood. If she had been asked if she wanted to, she would probably have said no, but she still wanted it. Deep inside, she longed for what would come now.
Vanessa's upper body lay bent forward on the desk. Her turtleneck had slipped up to her breasts. Her skin, which was provided with small fat pads, lay unprotected on the teacher's desk. The teacher had pushed the fabric of her skirt over her buttocks and kneaded her ass cheeks with pleasure. She heard the packaging of a condom being torn open.
„ Yes, it's good, my little one. You want to make me happy, so stretch your ass cheeks towards “, the professor whispered. The girl didn't understand at first, but then she stood on tiptoe and pressed her cunt and ass against him. Her shaved fuck meat was very damp and smiled at the man lustfully.
Vanessa could feel him rubbing his stiff limb on her column. She felt how she was literally passing away with pleasure. She wanted to feel him inside herself, wanted to be filled by him, wanted to be fucked by him. He hesitated to know this moment further. Every further moment that passed brought the student further, closer to the madness of lust.
Finally he fulfilled her wish and slowly pushed into it. His lance split her furrow. The fortress of her body had long been shot for him. A loud moan came out of her mouth as he drilled himself centimeter down into her voluptuous sex. For the first time in her life, she was fucked outside of a bed. For the third time in her life, she felt a tail in herself.
When he had completely sunk his limb in her young flesh, he began to bump. He held her to her pronounced female curves and fucked her with slow, perennial spurts of pleasure. Quiet, full of controlled greed, he groaned and also elicited sounds of passion from the girl.
Her hands reached for the edges of the table top to support themselves against the increasingly wild ramming. She enjoyed the wild lust with which she was fucked. She loved it, she loved him, yes, she loved Professor Martin Schönbaum, the man who had deflowered her and was now completely in a classroom during the break.
His bumps grew wilder. He spoke to her quietly. He called her his bitch, called her his whore, called her a little piece of dirt. Each of his fucking movements seemed to have its own name for them. Vanessa would normally have run away in disgust. But now she found it cool. She liked being humiliated with humiliating, sexual words.
The faster his lance drove into her little cool hole, the faster her breath went. She was just panting and listening to the speed of his fucking kicks. For his part, the professor enjoyed the confines of her youthful fuck hole. He enjoyed filling the damp hole of this 18 year old mare with his mighty spanking. He felt that this girl had never been possessed by another man.
Then suddenly the remains of Vanessa's mind overturned. Swapped up and down and the starry sky flickered in front of her twisted eyes. Her little willing mousse shrugged wildly. She began to milk the professor's link uninhibitedly. The professor also groaned loudly with pleasure. His spanking twitched in his playmate's young fuck meat and he poured himself into the condom.
Vanessa lay exhausted on the teacher's desk and felt satisfied that his pulsating phallus was still in her. Suddenly the gong sounded and announced the end of the break.
Martin quickly withdrew from the girl and stripped the filled condom from his limb. Meanwhile, she still remained motionless on the table. Her pleasure nectar drips from her still widened vagina and ran down her thighs in a thin trickle on the inside.
„ Put on properly again and go to class. I'll get in touch with you, "he said.
Vanessa had just disappeared through the door of room 5.23 when the professor dropped back into the chair behind the teacher's desk. His half-stiff limb looked out of his pants. He still had the filled condom in his hand.
„ Did you like it? “, He asked. Maria came out the door of a large box in the back of the room. She held a digital camera in her hand.
„ Yes, master, "said the petite girl with long dark hair. She was wearing a white blouse, a short skirt and suspenders, and black paint boots that went to her knees.
„ Come here, "he ordered. He pushed his legs a little further apart. Maria understood him without having to say anything. She knelt between his legs in front of him. He took the camera from her and pointed it at her. Without waiting for an order, she began to put his half-stiff limb in her mouth and suck on it.
„ At some point you will lick our little bitch, "smiled the professor and enjoyed the treatment of the hearing girl. „ I have a taste for you. Look at me. Open your mouth wide “
Maria let his stiffened limb slide out of her mouth. Saliva threads still formed a line between her lips and his glans. He now held the condom used over her mouth and slowly lowered it.
„ Open nicely. “
Maria looked back and forth a little disturbed between him and the drooping latex piece. As ordered, she had opened her mouth wide. She opened her mouth as far as possible. The tip of the filled condom, in which there was a good shot of his seed, disappeared between her lips.
„ I want you to swallow it now, my little bitch “, while he always let the rubber penetrate deep into her oral cavity with one hand, he lovingly stroked her cheek with the other. The reservoir with the weight of the sperm reached its throat. Maria fought against the strangling stimulus.
„ Yes, it's good, my little whore. Always swallow well, "he praised her.
Maria shot the tears in her eyes. The taste of Vanessa's lubricant and photoelectric is in her mouth. She had to fight the unusual intruder more and more violently. She had already been put in all possible openings. She had had to swallow a lot in her life, but that was new now. She was afraid, she was given air by the piece of latex in her throat, but it also spurred her on to swallow the condom for her master. It was something special that probably no girl had done at school, maybe even in the whole city. Maria was not good at school, and the girl spurred on such extracurricular achievements far more. She was something special.
The condom in her throat disappeared ever deeper. She swallowed desperately, fighting the gagging and shortness of breath. The professor gently stroked her neck. Uniform movements that adapted to their swallowing movements. He looked into her face, red with tears, and smiled contentedly as she finally made the last remnant of the ficklummi disappear in her mouth.
The latex still blocked her throat, spreading the strange taste of the lubricant and the foreign musk juice in her throat. Now the master became a little more active. He put his glans on her mouth, which was still wide open, and began to fuck her easily in it.
The tail in her young fickmaul looked like a stopper, and she finally managed to choke the rubber down. At the same time, he gagged her with his masculinity, but that didn't matter. Maria was used to it. She enjoyed it when he got so brutal about her. She crossed her hands behind her back. She did this as a sign of her complete submission.
She grabbed his hands tightly on her head. He wanted to come to her quickly because he now brutally grabbed her hair and forced her to have a very fast fuss rhythm. His limb penetrated her oral cavity. He thrust her throat. Saliva dripped from her mouth, ran down her corners of her mouth, and finally dripped onto her white blouse.
He took no account of her, his bumps were deep into her throat and robbed her of the air again. Maria turned black in front of her eyes, but she held out. Her pride was to be humiliated by her master, Martin Schönbaum. For her it was the fulfillment to serve as a slave to his lust. And she now felt this pleasure very clearly. She felt him pour his lust into her head. She felt his glans as she moved in her throat.
Then the time had come. The pulsating twitch announced the explosion of his lust. The first surge shot in her throat. The second thrust poured into her oral cavity. He had released her head so that she could get the breath she needed so much. However, she choked and had to cough desperately. Saliva and sperm dripped from the student's lips, which gasped loudly.
The professor who had aimed the digital camera at her all the time smiled at peace. He got up from the chair and was now taking a total picture of the girl with her smeared face. Then he switched off the camera.
„ Here is your cell phone, "he said to Maria, handing her the cell phone with which he had previously written to Vanessa. This was still dazed by the brutal fuck in her skull and took it mechanically. „ I need you tomorrow evening. At 6 p.m. with me. “
Maria wiped a sperm thread back into her mouth and nodded briefly. „ Yes, Master. “
She didn't think of the important math exam on Thursday for which she hadn't learned anything yet and which was extremely important. If she didn't score at least 5 points, she would probably be the year in the 11th. Have to repeat class as it had to repeat the 10th once.
„ Now disappear, "said Martin roughly, putting his tail back in his pants. Then he got out his own cell phone. „ I have to make calls. “
Maria obeyed and left the professor alone in the room. At the German lesson she was late anyway, so the girl decided to disappear from the toilet and wash her face.
Senior student Regina Kampe sat in her desk and looked through the glass door into the secretariat. It had a red-brown colored perm. She was a slim, quite attractive woman of 42 years. Two years ago she took over the position of headmistress in the Käthe-Günther-Gymnasium.
Her eyes roamed the dainty-looking body of a student, Florian Wiesberger. The boy looked very fragile for his age. She knew that he was probably repeatedly bullied in his class. He was intelligent, but very closed. His mother had come to her for more times. She had told him about the fate of the poor boy whose father died in a traffic accident.
Regina thought about what it was like to raise such a boy alone. How you felt when you see the child becoming a young man. Longingly, she looked at the boy's full, dark brown hair. She would have loved to touch it. But she couldn't. Still, that desire was there, it was dormant deep inside. Without her noticing, her fingers had wandered between her thighs and brushed her shame through the fabric of her pants suit.
Only the ringing of her phone frightened her thoughts. Professor Schönbaum was on the apparatus.
„ Ms. Kampe? “
„ Yes? “
„ The dinner tomorrow evening is fine. 8 p.m. with me? “
„ Yes, gladly, "she groaned in the listener. The other hand still between her legs. Florian had ended the conversation with the secretary and went to the door. She looked at his crisp youthful ass, which was probably stuck in a pair of jeans that were too tight. How much she would like to help him out of this confinement. „ I'll be there. “
„ Good. See you. “ The professor hung up.
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