This is a fantasy, everyone's eighteen, don't try this at home ;) You get it, enjoy.
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God, this has to be a dream. A filthy, taboo wonder-scape dreamed up my my lust-addled mind. It doesn't feel real; slumped on my knees, arms wrapped around his warm thighs, my mouth swimming with the vibrant taste of his orgasm, my teenage sex burning with need, my mind lost in a haze of lust and desire as I gaze up at my teacher, his huge dark cock hanging beside my face.
And he looks back down at me, wearing a deviant half-smile full of all his twisted intentions.
I know exactly what he wants to do to me, I can see it in his umber eyes. And I'm going to let him, I'm going to let him use me in any way he sees fit, and my entire body is trembling with anticipation. I shift my gaze sideways to his cock, half soft where it rests against his inner thigh, shining glans poking from his dark hood.
It's going to happen. I'm taking that thing inside me, every inch is going to stretch and fill my virgin cunt, and nothing is going to stop me.
Although if Harry has anything to say about it, I'd wager he'd be more than happy to shunt me to second place. He climbs to his feet, confident in his movements, no hint of that shy, meek side of him as he steps up and plants his lips against Mr Davis', one hand on his barrel chest. Our teacher tenses for a moment, then wraps an arm around him, gripping his back and dragging him against him like he weighs nothing at all.
I'm caught between them, Mr Davis' softening monster pressed against my cleavage, sticky head nudging between my tits, still glazed with his seed. Harry's rock hard erection thrusts into my neck. I smile, savouring the warmth of their hot bodies grinding against me as they kiss, then reluctantly sidle out. I tug Harry's shorts down, and he steps out of them, then follow with Mr Davis' trousers. I run my hands up their legs, Harry's long and slender and coated in fine blonde hairs, Mr Davis' firm like tree-trunks. He grabs Harry's ass and drags him in, mashing their cocks together, Harry's thrusting up against his stomach. I nudge them back apart and curl my fingers around each of them, gripping their warm shafts and raising Mr Davis' so it thrusts upwards. They grind into one another, their cocks wedged together, Mr Davis' dark behemoth dwarfing Harry's.
I lean in, squeezing between them, and flick my tongue over both of them at once, sliding it wetly up their shafts, to where Harry's satiny glans barely nudges the base of Mr Davis' bulbous head. I lap at them together, swirling my tongue slickly over them, and try to wrap my lips around both at once.
I can't quite manage it, even when I grasp their cocks and drag them to my mouth, rubbing their silky heads against one another as I lash my tongue over them, planting them with wet, sloppy kisses. I begin licking up one rigid shaft and down the other, my fingers sliding around to grip both of their asses. I can feel Mr Davis growing harder again already, throbbing against my lips.
Harry turns a little, and his cock springs off its black counterpart, thrusting at me. I open my mouth, swallowing him in and working my mouth back and forth, sliding the soft seal of my lips along his rigid warmth. I blow him with sloppy abandon, and slide my fingers into the cleft of his ass, finding the rubbery star of his anus and softly tickling the sensitive flesh. He groans above me, and I moan about his cock as it twitches and pulsates in my mouth. He must be so close, but I'll be damned if he cums before I do.
I let him slide from my mouth with a final lick, then pull Mr Davis' fat cock towards me and begin working on him, sucking greedily. He reaches down and takes Harry's cock, enveloping him in his dark fingers and jerking slowly as he pulls him against him. I'm pushed back, and rest on my haunches, watching as they kiss roughly.
I bite my lip, reaching between my legs, but stop myself. I frown, and clear my throat. They break their kiss and look down at me.
"Sorry to interrupt," I wave a finger between them, smiling wryly, "but I'm pretty sure somebody owes me an orgasm..."
They glance at each other, and that's all the debate they need. Mr Davis makes a low growl in the back of his throat and shoves Harry gently back. He reaches down and grabs me without any preamble, rough hands digging into my arms as he hauls me effortlessly into the air. I suck in a breath of surprise, and he deposits me roughly onto the nearest desk. I sprawl backwards across the cold wood, and he follows me down, placing his hands on the edge of the desk to either side of me and grinding his body against mine. His fat cock slaps against my thigh, pressing into me as he lowers his face to mine. I wrap my arms around him, gripping his back, and spend a dazed moment staring into the deep umber of his eyes before launching myself at him.
Our lips meet in a firm embrace, and he kisses me deeply, my delicate lips enveloped by his full dark ones. I kiss back passionately, tongue probing at his lips, meeting his own as it slithers into my mouth. I moan into him, clawing at his back as I grind myself into him, feeling the bulge of his cock shift to nudge my crotch. I run my hands up, gripping the sides of his face, deaf to everything but the sounds of our frantic pashing and the rush of blood pounding in my ears. I'm out of breath, but I couldn't stop if I wanted to, and suck in deeply through my nose.
He finishes with a deep, firm kiss, pinning me to the desk beneath his bulk, our tongues lashing and twisting within my mouth, before breaking apart and rising above me. He takes a step back. I stare up at him with wide, lust-glazed eyes, my chest rising and falling, and push myself up to my elbows. He and Harry both watch me, their expressions hungry, their cocks jutting out before them, both held in one hand.
Without prompting, I slide my tongue across my lips in a sultry smile, and draw my knees back. I tug my green skirt over my ass and down my legs, kicking it free. Then I kick each shoe off. Harry's eyes devour my toned legs, lightly tanned, paler around my shapely thighs. I place both heels on the edge, biting my tongue and watching them stroke their cocks as I rub my slit through the soaked fabric of my panties.
For a moment we simply watch each other, silent except for the heaving of our breaths, and then Mr Davis steps forwards again. He grabs my legs and runs his hands down my thighs, his touch sending electric shivers rippling in their wake. They trail up along my bare waist, over my stomach to cup my tits through my bra. I whimper softly as as he squeezes them gently, and then runs one hand down, over my navel, down to my crotch. His large hand encloses the mound of my pussy, offering a tantalizingly tender touch that makes me gasp softly, before suddenly closing his fingers, squeezing my sex together.
"Ah..." I cry, biting down hard on my tongue as he cups my mound and folds my saturated pussy in upon itself. The grip pinches the outside of my lips around my clit, protecting it as he massages me with firm fingers. Fuck, I won't cum like that and he knows it, I can tell. I mewl softly, grinding my crotch against his hand. He mashes my pussy roughly into my pubis, building upon the already overflowing well of sexual energy.
A shiver runs through me, and I shudder, squirming beneath his touch. "Ah...fuck...Sir...please..."
"Please what?" he rumbles softly.
"Stop...stop fucking teasing me!"
His hand falls still, and he smirks at me, and then in one seamless motion grabs the elastic of my panties and whips them down my legs, tugging them free and tossing them to Harry. He catches the soaked bundle of green fabric and stares down at them like he's not entirely sure what to make of them, and then - with widened eyes - slowly looks up.
I lie on the desk, legs spread and knees bent to either side, my virgin pussy on full display. Harry stares like he's seen God himself, which makes my heart beat a little faster and my mouth curl into a wide grin, especially considering his opinion on pussies. Mr Davis breathes hard, his expression not all that far from Harry's, staring hungrily between my legs.
I look down, over the rising and falling of my chest, over my toned stomach, to the dark patch of curls I've left atop my slit, glistening. I lean my knees even further apart, and slide two fingers through my damp tuft of hair, spreading the brownish-pink lips of my vulva apart, displaying the dewy folds of my puffy labia for them, and a glimpse into my deepest intimacy, my vagina nectar-slick and vibrant pink. I pull my lips wider as they stare, and slide my middle finger through my slippery canal, nudging the tip into my suctioning vagina, and then drag it slowly back up, circling my engorged clit as my breath catches. I raise my hand, examining the glistening digit, and then slide it into my mouth, sucking it clean as they watch.
