Prologue from the author:
I should give you the background to this story's being. Amanda had switched to a new school, during which time she had made friends with Meghan, and found herself a sex partner called Raymond. After the holidays had finished, Amanda and Meghan told Raymond that they would be working for a porn agency.
They did go and work for them, only for a short period of time. They left Myanmar (the agency), to pursue something else in the line of sex.
This story follows on from those former adventures...
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Amanda and Meghan had been driving for some time. Not that they weren't enjoying it. Meghan had one finger on one hand in her own clit, and another in Amanda's, who was driving. They eventually had to stop; their sexual tension had reached a point where they had to get out of the car, strip, and have same-sex intercourse.
Once they had released all that they had built up inside and calmed down, they got back in the car and continued on. It was about then when Amanda began to talk. "You remember back when I changed schools, don't you?"
"Sorta," came Meghan's reply.
"Well, before then, in my old school, I remember when I was in my chemistry class."
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I entered my class, and like normal, my teacher decided to give us one of those boring tests. You know, with symbols, apparatus, single bonds. I won't go into detail what the test involved. Too boring. But he gave us one hour to do it in. That was not good. The teacher, he was a total spunk. I had had dreams about him, about his cock penetrating my pussy, his hot man sperm filling my hole and mouth. Oooh, he was a hottie.
Well, during that test I managed to sneak glances at him. He looked back at me and smiled. When he looked back down at his textbook, I put my other hand down my skirt, into my panties, and started massaging my pussy, inserting and removing my finger from it. I actually saw him look down at what I was doing. Imagine the hardon he must have got.
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Meghan's fingers had begun a slow, but exhilarating, rhythm in her cunt.
"You're enjoying this story, aren't you?" Amanda queried rhetorically.
"Just keep going," Meghan begged.
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After the class had left, I went up to my teacher. I saw the hardon I had given him. It was huge.
I plaed one hand on it lightly. "I see you enjoyed the view, sir."
He looked around. No-one. He looked back at me, then at my teenage tits. What was he waiting for? Didn't he want to fuck an 18-year-old?
He pushed up my shirt, revealing my young boobs. With his tongue, he circled each nipple. Errr, I couldn't stand it. I wanted him and I wanted him now, and badly. I dropped the fly on his trousers to reveal his cock. I bent down and, moving my hand up and down it, took the head into my mouth. I lubed up the end with my mouth, and he began to get so damn horny that he came right down to the back of my throat. I admit some of it landed on my face and lips, but that just added to the fun. When he finished, I pulled my head away, and licked the cum off my face. It had a sweet taste to it, and I really wanted more, but I had to wait.
He laid me down on one of the desks in that room, but not one of the lab benches, and slowly pulled my skirt and panties down. Why the hell was he taking so long? Was he afraid to have sex with a cute 18-year-old baby like me? Had I come on too quickly? Or was he using up all the tim avaliable so we could do it when we needed to, building up slowly to a climax?
Well, he finally removed my panties, revealing to him a warehouse of pleasures. He placed his head into my cunt and began to let his tongue explore. I felt ravished. I also felt this loving sensation come from inside. His tongue explored into my cave of pleasure. I couldn't hold it off. I had to cum. And so I did. And he licked up as much pussy juice as his tongue could allow him. I felt washed away.
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