"Slowly, Manish," Shirlyn murmured. "Don't be in such a rush!"
"I can't help it!"
"You must try! How else will you learn? I can't teach you if you don't try! Okay, are you ready now?"
"Good. Now ... easy does it ... put it in slowly ... mm, yes ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... oh that feels so good, Manish! Yes!
That's wonderful! Now ... push it in deeper ... yes! Oh ma yes!
That's it! C'mon ... deeper ... shove it in, Manish ... as deep as you can ... Ohhhhhh uhhh yes! That's it! Put it all in, lover! Oh god yes! Oh Manish ... uhhhh yes!"
Above her, the strapping seventeen-year old schoolboy groaned thickly and flexed his buttocks taut. His lean hips dipped and his enormous nine-inch erection squelched into Shirlyn's convulsing slit. She gasped and arched steeply under him, clenching his powerful biceps, lifting her hips to meet his in descent. Her cunt spasmed and contracted on his throbbing penis and the boy gasped.
His face was flushed and he was panting heavily, his nostrils flared, his mouth open. The pressure in his groin was unbearable, and her cunt was unrelenting on his distended penis. His body was tense and taut, veins popping in his neck and forehead, his muscles cording powerfully. His hard, tall body glistened with a light sweat. A thin rivulet of perspiration coursed down his face, over his neck and deep chest and splashed on her breast. Shirlyn murmured in pleasure and, gripping his buttocks, keeping him pinned inside her, began moving her hips deftly in gentle undulating circular motions. The boy groaned. Her cunt churned around his cock, alternately squeezing and releasing his penis.
Shirlyn smiled gently.
"There," she said softly. "Doesn't that feel good, Manish? Do you like that?"
"Yes!" he gasped. "Oh god yes!"
"This is how you must fuck a woman, Manish ... slowly and deeply and thoroughly. Do you understand?"
"Yes ... no ... I don't know! Oh god ... c'mon!"
"No! Not yet! Not so fast!"
"Oh god oh god oh god," the boy moaned.
"Slowly now," she murmured, guiding him. "Gently ... now ... start moving ... move your cock out ... ahhhhhh ... yes ... that's it
... good ... now ... hold it ... yes ... now shove it in again ... now! Yes! OHHHHHHH that's it! Shove it all in Manish! Shove it right in! OHHHHH baby yes! Now again ... out ... mm ... ohh uhhh yes ... now ... in ... oh ma uhhhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Again!
C'mon Manish ... do it ... in a rhythm ... move with me ... Out
... yes! And in ... ohhh uhhh yes ... out ... uhhh ... in ... ohh
... out ... That's it ... that's it ... yes ... keep moving ... just like that ... oh god Manish ... that feels so good!"
Shirlyn hissed in pleasure and dragged her slender fingers up his hard, V-shaped torso to his deeply cleaved chest and steepled them over his nipples, her fingernails digging into his smooth skin.
Her pointed tongue arched sexily over her deliciously curved upper lip. She moved her hips easily and rhythmically in a steady up and down motion. Her cunt was a hot vortex that engulfed the throbbing mass of his cock-flesh, squeezing and contracting greedily on its mass. Her succulent breasts jiggled with their motions, her nipples rigid and stiff. The long gold necklace danced on her smooth, creamy flesh. Manish gasped in pleasure as he fucked her, thrusting his cock in and out of her moist, tight, convulsing cunt.
"Manish," she gasped. "Slow down ... breathe out ... again ... yes
... several breaths ... in and out ... that's it ... get a grip on yourself ... focus, Manish ... c'mon ... concentrate ... yes ... now calm down ... empty your mind ... don't try and think ... don't think of me ... close your eyes ... it's you ... just you
... and your cock ... in my slit ... my slit's nice and hot and tight, isn't it? Yes ... it feels good on your cock, doesn't it?
See? See how it squeezes your prick? It's just you and your prick and my cunt now ... and all you want to do ... all you have to do is pull it out ... slowly ... yes ... that's good ... more ... take it all the way out ... that's it ... bas, that's it! Stop ... not all the way out ... just till there ... yes ... leave your cock-head in my cunt ... now stop ... don't move ... don't move at all ... mm ... wait for me to beg for it ... now ... please ... shove it in ... shove it right in Manish ... slowly ... ahhhhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Oh god that's so good ... now again ... out
... wait ... now in uhhhhhhhh Oh ma uhhhh yes! Again! Oh god yes
... now! Quickly! Ram it in hard! All the way! Just ram it in,
Manish! OHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes! That's it! Do it again! Ahhhhhh uhhh oh ma uhhh yes! Oh uhh oh uhh oh uhh god yes
... now slow again ... yes ... mm ... that's lovely ... slow again
... and again ... once more ... again ... now hard ... yes oh yes oh god yes that's it oh fuck yes do it uhh yes again! Oh lord yes,
The teenager followed her guidance, feeling giddy and oddly light-headed. He could hardly believe this was happening at last, at long last, after so long, so much waiting, so much dreaming, so much longing, those lonely nights of endless masturbation, fantasizing about her, of Shirlyn, his teacher, his tuition teacher who taught him math and chemistry and physics and, and biology, most of all biology, mostly anatomy, hers and his, and theirs.
Manish spinning in a whirlpool of lust. The girl is bewitching. He cannot stop looking at her. She is so lovely, so pretty, so sexy, slender and curved. She has a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. Her face is narrow so that, from some angles, it looks like her cheeks are plump, but even that is cute, really cute. Her cheekbones are high. Her eyes are lovely, large, dark brown, full of magic. Her lips are light and full and her teeth are white and strong and even. Her skin is like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a grape, without a trace of body hair. Her hair is dark and tumbles about her shoulders or flounces in a sexy pony tail or is coiled up neatly on the back of her head. Her neck is superb, a long, slender, graceful column that holds her head. Her arms and legs are nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. He can't stop looking at her breasts, the way they jut out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly is firm and flat. He has seen it when she wears a sari. Oh god, her breasts. Her lovely breasts. Whatever she wears, the neck is always cut low, so close, so near, he can see the beginning of her cleavage, drawing his eyes down, down where the sexy gold chain around her neck disappears, oh lucky necklace, oh precious gold.
And those glasses she wears, with the black thread, the rims a delicate burgundy gold that makes her eyes look richer and livelier and sexier. What he wants, what he wants is to pull the clothes off her, to squeeze her breasts, get her to open her legs, to shove his dick into her cunt, to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.
"Manish! Pay attention!"
He snaps back. She is glaring at him. He frowns and shakes his head, trying to clear the muddle and confusion. She sighs in exasperation.
"Oh Manish, why do you do this? You must concentrate. You're not even trying! How can I teach you anything if you won't listen?"
He knows she is a secretary in a lawyer's office. She takes tuitions part time to supplement her income. He doesn't know that she no longer does it for the money, that she's dropped all but a handful of her tuitions and those she keeps for reasons quite unrelated to education. Manish is one of her most attractive and sexy students. She wants to fuck him, and she's enjoying the sport of seducing him, hunting him, taking her time and drawing it out, savouring the exquisite torture of denial. She knows she will have him before long, but she hasn't yet quite decided how she wants to do it.
Oh, of course if she just took off her clothes and spread her legs he'd be on her in a flash. She knows that he is obsessed with her body, but she torments him, giving him these flashing glimpses of her breasts when she bends forward, brushes her breasts against his arm, lets him look at her legs when she wears a dress, letting it ride up her knees and thighs more than she should.
He is very cute, very sexy and not terribly bright. But it's not his mind she's interested in. He has the face of a film-star and the body of a demi-god. He knows this and he takes good care of himself. He is clean-shaven with the square-jawed, rugged features of a Maratha. His nose is strong and straight, his cheeks sexily hollowed, his lips full and wide and sensual and his teeth are white and strong. His eyes are dark and deep-set under thick eyebrows. His hair is thick and dark. His body is stunning; she knows he lifts weights and works out for hours on end to keep in shape. A bullish neck spans out to broad, powerful shoulders. His torso is a breathtakingly slashed V that tapers to a narrow waist and high hips. His chest is broad and deeply cleaved and his belly is hard and flat. His arms and legs are thick and long and bunched with muscle. His torso is hairless; even his armpits are depilated
-- she has seen it under his open shirt. She finds this very sexy; she doesn't like hairy men. She has noticed the prominent bulge in his crotch and frequently fantasizes about his cock. She imagines it must be enormously long and thick.
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