The Seed

 

 

His hands roamed over the girl's fleshy breasts. She bit her lip to keep from immediately moaning her pleasure. The professor stood behind Vanessa. One hand had slipped under her purple top, giving her unhindered access to those feminine curves.

The man's other hand had already disappeared under her skirt, lifting the black garment up to her hips and covering it her pubic area. His head was bent down and lustfully kissed her exposed neck.

The chubby girl trembled, overwhelmed by these sensations. As so often, he had summoned her to a free, secluded classroom during the break and loved her in this animalistic way.

Vanessa gasped when his fingers traced the contours of her labia through the black material of her panties followed up. The willing student supported herself with one hand on the teacher's desk, while the other hand reached back to feel the firm contours of Martin Schönbaum's penis under his dark trousers.

As always, they hardly spoke a word. The professor gave her the rhythm of lovemaking and she obeyed like a conductor. Soon she would feel his naked baton inside her. For weeks he had only taken her without a rubber. Ever since she had an implant given to her by a doctor who was friends with the professor, which was supposed to protect her from an unwanted pregnancy.

The girl was looking forward to being able to enjoy this relief from her stressful school day. She willingly let him tug on her nipples, which were still hidden under her top. She obeyed when he pressed her round bottom against the table top and forced her onto it with a passionate kiss.

Her body, marked by numerous small pockets of fat, literally stuck to the bare surface of the table. She felt him grab the back of her knees and lift her legs. With a jerk, he took off the black panties he had given her weeks ago.

Vanessa still had her glasses on. She looked expectantly through them at the professor, who was caressing her full, young labia with a lustful smile. She heard the rattle of a zipper, then she felt the expected flesh on her wet lips.

He leaned slightly over her while his glans gently penetrated her. His finger, which had previously been in her pleasure cave, now gently stroked her lips. He gave her a taste of her own juice and at the same time slid deeper into her.

Vanessa groaned. She took in the salty taste of her pleasure as well as the indescribable feeling of his cock in her tight cave. She loved him. Him who deflowered her and who recently determined her entire life. She loved this man who was more than 15 years older.

His loving and at the same time stern gaze was on her as he pushed his phallus deeper into her young womb. The student moaned softly and held on to the edge of the teacher's desk. He stroked her cheek and whispered soft words to her that flattered her young soul.

Feelings of happiness flowed through her young body with each of his increasingly powerful thrusts. He now placed his hands on her thighs and pushed them apart slightly. So he was able to penetrate even deeper into the canal of the girl from the high school class, which was dripping with moisture.

His breathing also quickened and Vanessa could feel the hot breath of air on her cheeks. In the meantime he pushed deeper and deeper into her stomach. She felt his thrusts at the entrance to her cervix and rolled her eyes with lust.

A loud moan escaped her and the student pushed her fist into her slightly open mouth so as not to scream her pleasure loudly in the classroom . Her strangled cries of pleasure turned the man on even further. He rammed his sex deep into her stomach. He fucked the student with such force that the table seemed to move.

Juice dripped from the girl's wide open vulva onto the teacher's desk. Her strength was no longer enough to resist his wild movements. Overwhelmed, she rubbed against the smooth plate and made her muffled sounds of pleasure into the room.

The professor was now also moaning uninhibitedly. Like a bull in the arena, he drove his piston into the student's willing body. He rammed his member relentlessly against her cervix until he finally came deep inside her with a wild gasp.

At that moment the break bell rang, signaling the end of the big break. He immediately pulled his penis out of her wet cave and packed it in his pants.

Vanessa couldn't switch gears so quickly and was still lying gasping for air on the teacher's desk while his seed slowly flowed out of her open cunt dripped onto this. He grabbed her hand and pushed her upper body upwards with such momentum that the girl felt dizzy for a moment.

"You should hurry up so you don't be late for class," he explained the sober voice of a teacher and meanwhile picked up her panties.

“Yes,” she mumbled, somewhat irritated. Her body was still overflowing with the hormones of pleasure. Only a few heartbeats had separated her from a fulfilling climax and now she had to do without it.

“Tomorrow is Friday. Tell your parents you're staying over at a friend's house."

"Ok," she gasped.

Still unsteady on her legs, she wanted to reach for her panties, but the professor took it away from her.

“I’m keeping it. You'll have to spend the rest of class without it."

"But..." she started to object. Martin raised his hand, silencing her immediately.

“You will finish class without him. Besides, you won't satisfy yourself after class."

"What?" She looked at him in horror.

"You won't masturbate until tomorrow morning, when you When you come to school, you don't satisfy yourself. Got it.”

His voice had an authoritative tone of command. He intimidated Vanessa on the one hand, but also excited her on the other. She loved it when he was so bossy with her. She adjusted her skirt so that the fluid from her vulva didn't wet the fabric.

"If you don't obey, I will punish you, understand?"

"Yes."

"Now go! “

***

The girl reached her classroom just in time for the second bell. Her heart was still racing. She sat down in the chair and felt the moisture seeping out of her.

'Damn bastard,' she thought. He knew that his semen would now drip slowly and unprotected from her vulva and that she would think about him constantly for the rest of the lessons.

During French class she constantly had to think about his instructions. No masturbation, that seemed like damn torture to her, who had been left unsatisfied. Nevertheless, she decided to obey his will.

Vanessa knew about Martin's tendencies to torture and torment her. He had already tied her up and blindfolded her several times. Each time this was followed by a long, sensual game with the girl's desires. What did he plan to do with her tomorrow?

Unfocused, she thought about what they were going to do together this weekend. She briefly thought about what clothes she should wear tomorrow and what she had to pack.

The teacher kept interrupting her daydreaming with completely irrelevant questions that the student couldn't answer once. She felt his seed inside her again and again, slowly moving out of her and moistening her thighs.

***

The professor entered the principal's office the Käthe-Günther-Gymnasium. Ms. Kampe looked at him curiously.

“And?” asked the attractive headmistress, crossing her legs.

“I think she’ll be ready tomorrow.” Martin Schönbaum smiled and walked around the desk. “I’ll need the hospital room all day tomorrow for this.”

"Really?" She looked up at him as he moved behind her office chair.

"Really!" he repeated firmly. His hand slipped into his trouser pocket and pulled out a pair of black panties. With one hand he briefly distracted Regina Kampe's attention by stroking her shoulders and neck. Then he placed Vanessa's registered panties over Regina's mouth and nose.

The surprised headmistress wanted to protest at first, but then took a deep breath of her student's scent. She closed her eyes while he spoke to her quietly: "Tomorrow you can lick her gate."

"I want her to lick me," the perverted principal whispered into the fabric."I want her to lick me," the perverted principal whispered into the fabric."I want her to lick me," whispered the perverted principal. a>

“She will.”