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Teaching the Teacher (Celina and LRDGRat)

Celina

Celina

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"...and read pages 108-120. There will be a quiz tomo..." Miss Celina's words were short by the sudden ringing of the school's final bell, indicating that the students may finally go and get away from the mundane ventures of the educational institution. With her class already rapidly tossing their notebooks and textbooks into their bags, she was concerned that she hadn't kept her time correctly, and frankly, she doubted most of the students had even heard that last part. And if she had to push it back because of her own fault, it would certainly mess up her planned lessons for the next several weeks, a thought that frightened her.

"P-PLEASE MAKE SURE TO READ IT! QUIZ TOMORROW!!!" she exclaimed, as best she could. Celina wasn't known for her piercing voice, rather she had a calm and nice tone that never seemed to be able to perk up during normal circumstances. And even then, she hadn't shouted, merely raised her sultry voice as much as she could. There was just some things that she couldn't do.

Shaking her head, she sat back down at her desk and sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Oh gosh I hope they heard me..." All the commotion had distracted her from one particular student who remained in the classroom, even as the others filtered out.
 
Andrew sat towards the back of the class, hiding away from her attention. He was doodling in his notebook again, his pencil forming the lines that mirrored the curves of Mrs. Celinas body. Of course, what he had drawn showed a much lower neckline than the one she was presenting in class, but a boy could dream! He had always found her to be extremely attractive and it was why he was struggling so much in her class. Instead of paying attention to the lesson or taking notes, he was thinking of all the ways he'd love to bone her, and was drawing pictures of her in various states of undress (all from his imagination of course)! So it looked like he was taking notes when he was not.

The bell rang and he quickly closed his note book, blinking a few times like he had just woken from a day dream, before slipping his books into his bag. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt - he didn't dress too casually like a lot of students, but kept up appearances like his parents wanted - and meandered to the front of the room as the other students filed out. He used every excuse he could to prolong his time around her.

"Sorry, Mrs. Celina....what was that assignment again?" He says, toeing the ground in front of him, eyes on her feet, unable to meet her eyes or risk getting distracted on the way by her bust like it had so frequently in the past.
 
Completely oblivious to the usually quiet Andrew in the back, even as he started to come toward her, Celina took a breath and sighed as she pulled her grade book closer to note down her mistake while also trying to calculate how badly her schedule could be messed up. Should she give the quiz anyway? They'll probably say they didn't hear which was fair enough but... maybe she could give an open book quiz. That was always a possibility, even if the supervisors hated the idea of free grades.

While her mind ran a million miles an hour, she shifted her legs to cross one over the other, offering the approaching student a very taunting peek at the shadow beneath her tight skirt, made all the worse by the fact she wore pantyhose. Despite her desk having been damaged some months ago and the entire front covering needing to be removed, she had inadvertently prevented herself from being exposed in front of the class, particularly those boys who sat at the front. Though... from the chatter some of them told, perhaps it wasn't always the case. Surely those pesky shadows wouldn't be there all the time.

As his gaze was directed at her low heeled blue shoes, one clacking lightly against the floor in a nervous jitter while the other tapped on the wooden frame of the desk, Celina was slow to raise her attention to the boy. "Andrew? S-sorry, I didn't notice you!" she cried out in embarassment, her face growing just a bit redder when she admitted to it. The jitter of her body in reaction to the surprise shifted her curves somewhat, and despite not looking directly at her impressive chest, he could definitely detect its movement even though her coat and shirt, and certainly a bra, tried their best to hold them in place. "Please read pages 108-120. There... will probably be a quiz tomorrow..."
 
Andrew was not surprised that she hadn't noticed him. No one noticed him. Girls didn't notice him. Teachers didn't notice him. Bullies did notice him, but he had learned the best ways and paths to avoid them. He blushed a little in response to her, feeling a little embarrassed that she hadn't noticed him and he had probably scared her just a little. Not to worry though - the girl who gave him the time of day would bet he girl he married. So he was going to be single for life.

"Oh...okay." He responds, pulling out a small notebook where he scribbled down the page numbers. He was going to fail the quiz, he knew. He was so far behind in the class that he did not even know what subject they were on even more. "Is...are...is the Quiz going to be hard? I am struggling a little, as you know." Did she know? She probably didn't even know what grade he had in class. "Maybe...maybe you could give me some help? Its the only class I am not doing well in and, well, my parents only like me having good grades, you know." He says, still somewhat nervous being around her.
 
"Ah... uh..." Seeing him writing down all the information, being a diligent student, made her very happy. At least one of her students seemed to care. Maybe her teaching method wasn't all that bad after all! Still, she wasn't sure how to respond to his question. "I mean... if you don't read it and... don't study... I guess it'll be hard?" While she wanted to rose tint it for him, she was conflicted between lying to keep him happy only to crush him the next day, or telling him the truth and... crushing him now. Neither choice was easy and she was remissed to let it end like that there. But how to make it up to him?

"Ah... Andrew... that's right! I mean... you're not doing HORRIBLY..." she said, giving her grade book a quick look, as she in fact didn't know his grades off the top of her head. Still, as his name was near the top, she was able to find it quickly, thankfully. "But I don't see how helping could be bad at all." Nodding to him, she felt sorry, partly because of the burden on him, as he explained, and partly for her own lack of acknowledgement.

As she got up, she turned to face the board behind her and started to erase her work up there, needing to leave it clean for tomorrow. "If you have some time after school, I'll be available in my office," she said. Though doing so had given him an alternate view of her from behind. The curvature of her posterior was certainly the most notable feature there, as her hips seemed to go wider than in front, and the tight skirt gave a very vivid round shape. Yet the pantyhose did its job, and denied him what would have otherwise have been noticeable pantylines.
 
"Yes, I can be there after school." He responds. His parents didn't care that much about him. They figured if he was late after school, it was because he was either hanging out with friends or studying. And Andrew could always make time to be with Mrs. Celiana. He smiled softly and looked up as she got out of her chair and turned to the board. His eyes roamed freely over her body, over her legs and her perk ass. It was a side of her he rarely got to see, since she was usually always facing the front of close. He almost - ALMOST - took out of his sketchpad to start drawing what he had seen, but managed to refrain himself.

"Ok...see you after classes, Mrs. Celiana." He responds. He didn't immediately leave, though, standing there for a few more long seconds, studying the shape of her ass and admiring her hair, eyes lingering just a bit too long before he finally did depart.

Hours later, he made his way down an empty hallway to where her office was. Most students had cleared out already and he took a moment to collect himself before knocking on her door. This would be the first time he had ever been alone with her. He wondered just how much he would be able to concentrate while being in such close proximity to her.
 
"Great, I'll see you then!" Celina said with gusto, happy to have come to a compromise so quickly. She did certainly enjoy resolving issues, it was one of the reasons she became a teacher in the first place. Though she tended to not be overly great at it... Even so, she continued to clean up the board, again not realizing that he was still behind her. The woman assumed she would hear the door opening and closing any second now, and as she moved about, her body had a natural slight jiggle to it, undoubtedly reduced in magnitude by her constricting clothing.

It wasn't until she thought it was odd that she heard nothing that she started to peer over her shoulder, only to see him starting to leave. A bit weird but... maybe he had been looking through his book or something. Celina paid it no mind, she had to clean up more.

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As she sat in her office, the teacher unfastened her top, exposing part of her sweaty flesh to the hot environment of the office. "Phew... stupid furnace... the heat is reallly getting up there in here..." she groaned as she got up and looked over the thermostat, tugging at her shirt and opening it up more and more from how suffocating it was. "Hrm... that doesn't make any sense... it says 72 but it feels like so much more..." She even stepped out of her shoes as her feet were just too sweaty and she really regretted having worn pantyhose, despite usually doing so.

The knock on the door took her out of her distraction, however. "Oh, come on in," she called, wondering who it was. She'd already forgotten...
 
Andrew stepped in and certainly felt a blast of heat wash across his face. Whether it was from the warm air of her office or the fact that she was showing off more of her cleavage was hard to discern. He froze mid-stride, unable to fully pull his gaze away from her, before belatedly finishing his step. He closed the door behind him, using it to gather himself once more before turning back towards her.

He crossed the distance over to her desk and set his backpack on the ground, fidgeting a bit as he wasn't sure if he should get some materials out or if her desk was the best place to do things. His eyes glanced over at her cleavage once more before he was able to pull them away, focusing instead on some objects on her desk. He still felt warm, the office a little stuff due to the un-needed heat.

He was also feeling a bit aroused at the cleavage his teacher was displaying, and how she was now shorter than he was since she had slipped out of her shoes. He wondered if he was supposed to remove his shoes in her office too but immediately thought that might be a little weird. No one wanted to smell his stinky feet.
 
So... Andrew seemed to be acting a bit strange. His gaze was certainly very obvious, and as she looked down to trace it, she could see exactly where it was going. "Oh... I hope you don't mind it, but I'm really dying in here..." she said a bit jokingly as she walked around her desk, "please have a seat, I'll be with you in a moment. Take out your notebooks and texbooks and we'll go over anything with which you're having trouble." To her, it was like he was staring at her oddly, considering she had basically gone against her uniform.

Her legs were absolutely drenched in sweat, and she couldn't take it. So she walked past him, leaving him behind to settle in while she stopped near the wall, although it was only a few paces away inside the small, danky room. Celina tugged her skirt up a bit, just enough to give a view of the bottoms of her cheeks, dyed a dark brown by her hose before she managed to hook her fingers over the tips of her the pantyhose and start to tug them down. At one point, part of her white, lacey panties showed off, clinging ever so nicely to the exact shape of her buttocks while leaving her beautiful, porcelain flesh exposed on either side. Soon enough, she managed to tug the hose down below the line of her skirt, and with them, the blue fabric went back to covering her back assets.

It didn't take her too much longer to step out of the pantyhose barefoot, her long, lovely peachy legs glistening with sweat in the bright light of her office. "I'll be right with you."
 
Andrew sat down and began to rummage around in his backpack, trying to find the right materials for her class. He was also careful not to take out the notebook he had sketched the risque doodles of her in. That would be...well, he didn't know if he'd be able to live if she saw those sorts of doodles! The motion behind him was too distracting not to glance at so he turned his head and watched in horrid fascination as his teacher stripped before him.

Of course, with her back to him, she had no idea he was staring at the most wonderful sight his eyes had ever laid on. He was on the verge of undoing his pants to free his cock, to jerk off as he watched her, but remembered exactly where he was just in time. His collar felt sweaty all of a sudden and he knew he'd probably have to go the mens room after this session with her to jerk off - there was no way he was going to make it home!

Luckily, as she straightened out, he managed to turn his head in time. He made a show of pulling out the correct books, setting them on the table in front of him, before he sat upright once more. "Sure." He responds, in no hurry to have this session come to an end.
 
As she turned around and only saw Andrew all ready to go, Celina couldn't help but smile, completely oblivious to the thoughts swirling inside the hormonal boy's head. "Mhn, very good!" she said as she approached, her shriveled hosiery in hand, as she gazed over his shoulder at the books. She tossed the pantyhose unto her desk on the far side before leaning in next to him and gazing over the pages. "Okay so let's start with lesson from last week."

With her cleavage so close to his face, he could visibly see their shapely outlines and even smell the mixture of sweet perfume and humanly odor from her open area, and a simple gaze at her once she shifted to look over the farther end of the book would see a small bit of lace from her white bra prodding out from under her shirt. "What did you have trouble with from that lesson?" she asked, not particularly looking down at him, but looking at his notes instead.
 
"Wha-?" Andrew responded, eyes drowning in her perk breasts. He could smell her faint scent, a hint of the perfume she was wearing. It acted like a drug, making his eyes almost droopy as he peered into her amazing cleavage. Her words had fallen on deaf ears, so enamored in the view was he that everything else sort of fell by the side along the way.

"Uh...what was the question?" He finally manages to stammer, talking to her breasts like they were her face, powerless in such a position to pull his eyes from them. He could see the hint of the lace of her bra poking out from under her blouse as she leaned over him. He had drawn her in her underwear, of course, but had never thought she'd be wearing something frilly, with lace around the edges.
 
Celia was a bit confused at to why he needed clarification but she was busily scrolling through his notes. Despite the fact that she felt his breath against her exposed chest, she couldn't help but feel the slight tickle of it, reducing her urgency to observe the boy, and giving him further opportunity to gaze. "What did you have trouble with from that last lesson?" she repeated, though she was already looking over his notes. "Hm... no that's not right, you misinterpreted that passage. Here, look."

His teacher leaned over even further, reaching for the appropriate textbook and dragging it back toward them, flipping through the pages to the correct passage. Of course, the oblivious woman seemed to almost be taunting him at this point, as her cleavage had only gotten deeper from that movement, and her hefty breasts exuded a soft blast of hot, odored air right into his face, not to mention more of the frill slid into view.

"Here we go. The theme of this passage isn't about this, it's about that..." Celina started to ramble a little bit, explaining the passage in detail, pointing at each part of the passage then at his notes, assuming his eyes were following along.
 
Andrew was entranced. His breath caught in his throat and he leaned forward. Ever so slightly. But it was enough. His face planted firmly against the exposed flesh of her cleavage. He inhaled her scent directly then, eyes blurry from not being able to focus on what was before them. He was tempted, so tempted, to kiss the tops of her breasts but was enjoying this very moment too much to be able to even move or function beyond thought, though there really wasn't much brain activity going on right at that moment.

It was impossible for him to concentrate on what she was trying to go over or teach him. It was one thing to observe from the back of the class but an entirely different thing when close enough for such intimate, physical contact. He had never smelled her before but now he could and did. He had never touched her before and while this was not the traditional definition of touching, there was certainly contact, skin to skin, between them.

She may have been speaking to him, or not. His ears were deafened, just a general white noise ringing between them. Perhaps it was his rapid heart beat that he could hear. Either way, he was not hearing anything at all as he focused on her scent and the touch of her breasts.
 
Though she kept going, Celina couldn't deny she had felt the touch of flesh against hers, which for a moment, the heat of the room had been slightly her own, and it caused her to lurch away from him a couple inches, just to ensure it wouldn't happen again. In fact, a bit of a redness spread over her cheeks as she tried her hardest to ignore that hot breath that kept slapping against her breasts and making its way down her shirt.

"Right?" her blurred voice came into focus as she finished asking another question, which again, was going unanswered. "Andrew, I'm trying to help you, but I need your input as well," she said finally, a bit frustrated from trying to dedicate herself to him, only to have silence back. Celina this time looked down, and he woudn't have had much time to readjust, particularly if he was ignoring what she had been saying and doing. "Andrew?" That look on his face... and where he was staring... for a long moment she was silent, puzzling over its meaning.
 
Andrew had died and gone to heaven as her breasts brushed against his face. Her sudden stoppage, however, brought him back down from his...fantasy. He tilted his head to look up at her, burying his chin and mouth between her breasts due to their closeness in such a way that it was more than just a brush against them, like had been happening before. His breath was hot and moist against her skin, even if he breathed out of his nose which was just beyond the curve of her breasts.

His eyes went a little bit wider as they met hers, his face in a very uncompromising position. He registered that she had asked him something...his name? He wasn't sure again but could you blame him? With a teacher waving her breasts all in front of your face like she had been doing, how was a boy supposed to focus over that? "Mhmmh?" He responds, voice muffled as his mouth moved against her breasts, distorting anything he might have said.
 
Having fully analyzed the situation, it took her even longer to realize just how bad this looked. The woman's deep blue eyes went wide before she took a step back, tugging that lovely flesh away from his desiring maw. "A-ah... I..." she started to say, her face gone completely red from that interaction. It had been apparently her fault, or so she thought. After all, she was the adult in this situation and she had to act like one.

As she adjusted the wedding band on her left ring finger, it emitted a flash into his eyes as it reflected the light of the office, as if reminding him this was a married woman, though she hadn't done it intentionally. It was a nervous habit of hers. "Ahem... uh... I mean..." Celina looked more flustered than he did, and she decided to try a different approach, instead starting to move past him toward her chair, so as to not be so close again.

Though this also gave him a renewed view of her posterior which, without her pantyhose equipped, readily bled her panty lines through. They were a bikini cut, a bit more angled than typical, which confirmed once again the view he had from before about a larger portion of her lovely rounded moons laying unhindered underneath.
 
Andrew stared longingly as her breasts distanced themselves from his face. He wanted the connection, the contact, back immediately. As her body turned from his, he was afforded a view of her rear again, this time with the hint of the panties she wore underneath now that her pantyhose were gone, removing a layer of protection from her body. He nearly rose up out of his seat to follow her, bracing his arms to the side to prevent himself from doing so.

However, the act sent the books and his notebook falling to the ground. The sudden sound of the books landing on the floor pulled his eyes from her and to the origin of the noise. Loose leaf pages had exploded outwards. He cursed silently to himself before slipping forward from his chair to kneel down, reaching out haphazordly to grab at the assortment of loose leaf paper.
 
The mood in the room had certainly gotten awkward, as much as she had tried to avoid it. Though perhaps part of it was her doing, as she gently tugged at her open shirt, the heat being much more alleviated this way, yet she couldn't help but suddenly feel a bit exposed. The touch of his flesh against hers was... rather swell. Her husband certainly had never done anything like that. It made her think about her life for a moment, at least until she heard the loud slaps of books and papers splattered all over the floor.

Turning around slowly, she glanced over him as he seemed to just jitter while random grabbing at the papers, in some cases, ruining them. Maybe this had been a bad idea but now she just felt guilty. "Here, let me help you," her voice sounded, a bit more hot and bothered than she might've liked. Taken out of context, it was almost like an invitation...

Kneeling down opposite him, Celina started to help him gather his papers. Of course, this invariably lead to that enticing cleavage bouncing about just within reach... Though at the same time, her kneeling had shifted her skirt, as one knee was down on the carpeted floor while the other stood up to hold her. He could see straight up it, at the soft, cotton panties that had lay hidden for so long. Its seam crossed over a very vague outline of where her nethers lay, the sweat having soaked the fabric just enough to cling to the outer edges of her sex. Frilly little designs adorned the hem of her panties, and a bright blue bow was the cherry on top.
 
Andrews hands had stopped reaching when she came over to help him. Bending towards him, her cleavage was exposed once more. It drew his eye like a moth to flame. One hand lifted up and started to reach for it, but then she turned around. It sent him over the edge. Her moved forward, coming up directly behind her.

The site of her panties, of the forbidden fruit they covered, made him loose it. He could see the faint shape of her pussy and wanted to know what it felt like. He moved right up behind her, bumping her forward onto all fours. His hands grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he mashed his groin against her, his hard cock straining for release as it pressed against her ass.

He leaned forward then, reaching forward, grabbing her shoulder with one hand, holding her against him and in place. His other hand reached around to those breasts, squeezing them firmly through the fabric that sill covered them. He grunted and moaned with unbridled pleasure and desire.
 
At no point did Celina ever consider what would happen when her actions sent Andrew over the edge. It was just one of those things she had been ignorant about... everyone had. The boy had his needs and they certainly weren't being met. And this woman had just about done everything within her unwilling power to turn him on.

Celina didn't even have time to react as she felt herself suddenly falling, as if someone had come up from behind and just knocked her over enough to make her lose her balance. "A-ahn!" she squealed as she dropped the papers and notebooks she had held so as to shoot her hands out in front of her. She managed to catch herself into a doggy pose before the now loose cannon, though it wasn't until she felt the tight grip on her hips and the sudden banging against her still hidden nethers that everything went topsy turvy for her.

"H-huhn..." she muttered aloud, mostly in shock, as the hidden hardness of the boy slammed against her ever hotter loins. This wasn't something she'd ever experienced before... it just felt so dirty, being like this, like an animal.... And it wasn't until she felt the sudden harsh grope of her breast that she moaned out loud. "HAhnnnn!!!! HAnn!!!" Celina couldn't help it, this rush that had overcome her, a sudden lust that had thrust itself through her body despite the lack of any penetration. Andrew had launched himself on her but... all her mind could feel was this rough sexiness.
 
Andrew took her lack of resistance, her lack of resolve, to be an open invitation for him. His hand left her breast, but the one on her shoulder remained. There was slight relief on her backside as his hips moved away, but the unmistakable sound of his zipper was soon heard. Andrew freed his engorged cock from his pants, letting them fall down around his knees. His cock was hard and angry, the base surrounded by a smattering of pubic hairs that also covered his balls. He had always imagined losing his virginity to her, but never in quite this way.

That same, free-roaming hand tugged her short skirt up the rest of the way to her hips before sliding between her legs. He felt her warm, wet pussy through her panties with his hand, rubbing it for a moment more before he pulled her panties to the side - to the side, not down, but to the side - exposing her bare lips to him. He pressed forward then, aiming his cock at her entrance, moaning with pleasure as the tip of his cock found purchase at her opening and the first inch slid in.

His hand no longer needed there moved to her hip, holding her in place as he prepared to thrust himself into his teacher-crush.
 
Her hands shifted about a few inches here, a few inches there, slipping and sliding about the papers beneath as she felt powerless. The shock hadn't receded from her body, much less her mind. It all felt so... she wanted to say wrong but the heat was clouding her mind... but what heat was it? The continued groping of her breast readily hardened her nipples, a thing she wasn't used to happening so fast. What was going on with her body that she had lit up like a rocket?

"A-andrew..." she started to say, mostly a blur from her mouth than anything else, as she felt the hard, dry humping stop. Surely he had realized what he had done and was starting to get off, the release of her breast proved it. But... why did he still hold her like that, as if holding her in place? The sound of the zipper only made her eyes widen and she instinctually looked back over her shoulder, only to make her mouth gape as well.

"W-wait!" she cried out, rather than 'STOP!' There was a flutter of jolts about her body, as some meek attempts to get out of the way were made. But whether it could be interpreted as resistance wasn't exactly clear, especially not to him. In fact... the jiggle of her ass before her as a result might've come off as an invite...

"Andrew wait!" she cried, more desperately now, as if she needed him or something. This was in conjunction of him shifting her skirt and rubbing her, and by the time he exposed her as the utterly soft and now wet fabric fit snugly in the tiny crevice between her engorged mound and her thigh, a blast of heat came from her lovely looking pink lotus, as if welcoming him in.

A shake of her head was all she could do to stop him, but it likely wouldn't matter, not when she could feel his thick tip prod past her outermost walls. "ANDREW!!"
 
Andrew was lost to her. He was about to become lost inside of her. Her verbal protests meant nothing as she wiggled her ass against him, encouraging him to follow through with what he was about to do. So he did it. He thrust forward again, spearing an inch of his cock into her. Her pussy was wet and moist already, making his entrance easier. His fingers dug into both her shoulder and her hip as he pulled back and thrust again, and then again and again. Each time he stabbed his cock into his teachers pussy, another inch, pressing in deeper and deeper until his cum-laded bulls pressed up against her, all 8.5 inches of his thick cock buried inside of her.

He nearly came then.

His teachers pussy was tight, squeezing around him. He had never felt anything like it before and had always imagined that he would cum the second his cock slid inside a pussy. And the action, the feeling, was nothing like what it appeared to be in porn. The real thing was a million times better, the friction was real, the pussy was wet but tight. He knew that now that he had gotten a taste, he was going to need more from her.

His hand on her shoulder slid down the length of her back to grab her other hip and then he started to fuck her, right there on the floor in the middle of her office. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate. He moved back a few inches and then rammed himself back in, hard and deep, wanting to be as deep in her as he could be. Then a pause of a second or two before he repeated the process. Soon, though, he was moving his hips quicker and quicker until he was sliding constantly back and forth, half his length moving in her at a time.
 
Somehow, Celina couldn't find the words 'No' or 'Stop' and instead, she could only seem to cry out his name. "ANDREW!" Course, in the secluded part of the school where they were, it was unlikely anyone would hear her cry, though there were several janitors up and about who had seemingly random forays about the school, not to mention the track team tended to loop around just outside the closed window. As it was though, her body would've been more than inviting to him, with her resistance easily chalked up to any excuse. "A-aHnn!!" she cried further, feeling the combined assault of his first foray into her and the digging of his fingers into her flesh.

It nearly made her collapse, she certainly wasn't used to this. Already her arms wobbled with weakness, though again she felt a deeper penetration through her quivering entrance. "HAHann!!" Each time he impaled himself further and further into her, her lusciously long, brown hair bucked about and swirled back down her back. Not to mention the hot natural lube that started to coat his dick as he penetrated her.

This position was so demeaning... yet it felt so hot. Being taken from behind like this... why had she never tried it? And the way he gripped her... it was just a swirl of lustful emotions within her mind that clouded her otherwise faithful attitude that never would've allowed this. "HHAANNN!!!" She felt it, so deep, stretching her beyond what she was used to. It was almost painful in a way, a reduced feeling of losing her virginity, really, getting stretched beyond her usual limit.

But by this point, there was little she could other than allow it. His cock felt so big inside of her, and her walls were already trying to actively push him out, squeezing him dick, only for the lube to betray her and allow him to grow pleasure from it instead. Despite being very familiar with sex, this was a completely different experience.

Not to mention when he started to really go for it. "AHN!! HHAANNN!!! HHHAANNN!!!" Her shrieks of pleasure as the sounds of hot flesh slapping against flesh filled the small, cramped space, and the speed which he used to ram into her newly expanded depths was just too much for her to handle. She wanted it to stop... she hated it! She didn't want this... But her body convinced her otherwise. If he kept this up, she might actually orgasm.... perish the thought!
 
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