He is unexpectedly good.

Emboldened by her pleasure, Chris went deeper. He drove his tongue into her with inexperienced enthusiasm, moving artlessly but with passion. Morgan seemed to enjoy it and held him to her pussy, rocking her hips into him as she panted and gasped. Moving her hands, she rubbed his shoulders and squeezed his muscles as she shook with pleasure. “Oh! Right there, Chris, right there! Keep moving your tongue. Mm! Yes! Go deep, twirl it! Lap at it like a dog, Chris! Oh. Oh! My, your tongue is flexible, isn’t it? Use it, Chris. Use it!”

He was clumsy but his excitement excited her. Morgan was attractive, and she always had men throwing themselves at her. Most men were willing to go down on her, but Chris was more than willing. He ate her like he was hungry, and he seemed to drink up her arousal. He WANTED to go down on her, and as his cheeks grew moist with arousal, she grew close to climax.

Cupping her ass, Chris buried himself into her privates. He **** his face into her cleft and nuzzled her as she tongued her folds. Morgan twitched, writhing as Chris’ nose rubbed her clit and **** her into climax. Toes curled, she fell back gasping and laughing, smiling as she patted his head and played with his hair. It was not the first orgasm that Chris had given her, but it was the first he had given her intentionally, and it was good. His tongue is long and fluid, and it filled her cavity and opened her as well as it could. He lacked experience but made up for it with skill and desire. She was impressed.

Holding him still by his long, thick hair, Morgan sat up to watch him. She gritted her teeth as he continued to eat her, unheeding of her climax. He was so focused on her flavor, on her scent, and on the notion of pleasing her, that he didn’t even notice the pleasure he had already given her. Supporting herself with one arm and holding him with her other hand, she pinned him to her peach and rolled her hips into his eager tongue. “Mm. That’s it, Chris. There’s your reward. Eat me, you stud. Eat me well!”

Knocking her clit with each lick, Chris brought her to a second powerful orgasm that left her breathless and shaking. Morgan had to cover her mouth to quiet her moans. Panting and whining, she found herself edging toward a third orgasm as the taboo and the pleasure mingled. By this point, she felt numb everywhere except for her pussy and her head, and her head was spinning too much to pin down any sort of feeling at all. Coming a third time, she slapped him on the shoulder and growled.

“Enough,” she barked. “That’s enough, Chris. Stop. Stop!”

Chris obeyed. Sitting back, he stared up at her with his face dripping in her arousal. His dick hurt, he was so hard, and without thinking, he stood to find his teacher at rest on her desk, breathless, holding herself by her belly with one hand while the other hand was at rest on her forehead. She was sweating and panting, her tiny breasts capped by swollen nipples. Her pussy was wet and parted, like her legs, and Chris found herself drawn toward it like vertigo.

He had enjoyed eating her as much as she had enjoyed being eaten. He could still taste her on his tongue, and he licked his lip to taste her again. Staring at her tiny body with his long, fat cock suspended over it, he felt bold, and he moved on instinct.

Morgan smiled when she felt his hands on her thighs, and she let him open her legs. Expecting him to eat her again, to taste her selfishly like a child might, she allowed him to move up without realizing his true intentions. She was prepared to sit up, to pull him to standing and replace him on her knees. Instead, she opened her eyes to find him lining up and, eyes wide, moved to stop him. Her arms were still weak, though, and she had no strength to fight him. He pushed and opened her, and Morgan winced with the expectation of pain, but he entered her smoothly, with one stroke, and though there was pain, she could hardly feel it through all of the pleasure.

“Chris!” His name came with an orgasm. Taking hold of his strong forearms, she winced through the pleasure. Chris sank into his shaft, his balls at rest against her. Whining, Morgan buried her face into his muscular chest and bit him in angered arousal. Taking hold of his waist, she held him in place and then pulled him deeper. Quaking, she came again, wide-eyed, almost drooling against him. Morgan was not a big woman, but Chris was a big man. Her cervix parted around him as she took him to the hilt.

“Chris,” she whined his name while sitting back to stare at him. Longer and thicker than any man before him, he reached depths of her that were previously unexplored. With one thrust, Chris touched virgin parts of her and awakened her to unfamiliar pleasure. She touched his chest, where she had bit him, and smiled. It felt like seeing color for the first time. Meeting his gaze and catch him staring, she flexed around him, and she moaned. “You’re inside of me,” she whispered. “Chris, you’re inside of me!”

Face wet with arousal, Chris nodded. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew it felt good to have her hold him. She was tighter than he could have ever imagined, so tight that it was almost difficult to move. It didn’t matter, though. He was already on the edge of climax, and his breathing was the only thing keeping him steady. He swallowed and said, “Sorry. I couldn’t--I couldn’t resist.”

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