You want much more than a kiss

“You don't know what you are sayin-” I am interrupted before I can even finish the last word.

“I do, Sir!” Her grip on my arms tightens, “I'm offering myself to you. I want you to plunder my virgin body. Use me for your pleasure; defile me in any way you like, Mr. Patterson.” Her expressive eyes lift to meet mine without hesitation. “I want you to make me a woman.” I had been planning on waiting for the weekend to finish this schoolgirl crush fantasy with a bang, but this is too much of a temptation for me to pass up on.

Less than a minute later we are upstairs on Alison's bed and my tongue is probing into her tight little pussy.

“Oh, Sweet Jesus!” I take Alison's profanity to be a good sign. She only invokes the name of the Lord like that when she is too far gone to restrain herself. “That feels so fucking good, Mr. P!”

“Call me Mr. Patterson, or Sir, Miss Miller when I'm teaching you.” This is after all, my fantasy about fucking a student with a crush and I don't want to blur the lines here. Thankfully, Alison understands immediately and turns her blunder into more fuel for the fire.

“I'm sorry, Sir.” Her hips lift even higher against my lips as she apologizes. “You must think I'm such a bad girl. Wearing makeup and slutty clothes and not using your proper name.”

“That's right you bad girl.” I lift my face long enough to prompt her with what I want to hear. “Tell me again what you fantasize about when you're all alone in your room at night.”

“You, Sir!” Her formerly timid voice is now strong and needy. “I imagine what it would feel like to have you running your strong hands over my body ... pushing me down on your desk and spreading my legs up and open like I'm a wishbone.” It is easy enough for me to grab her ankles and do just that and I can feel Alison's whole body tremble as I hold her down and tongue her clit.

“Of course, I tell you that I'm not that kind of girl.” Alison continues her monologue as her hands pull me even harder against her sex. “I tell you that I'm saving myself for marriage, and that I don't want this, but you don't care.” She's even more excited now than she was when I started eating her out and I have to hold on tightly to her ankles as she bucks and squirms under me. “You've decided that you're going to deflower me, and there's nothing I can do to stop you.”

This description of a teacher popping his student's cherry has me amped up to the highest level and with a grunt I pull away from her pussy and tear off my polo. When she sees me pull off my belt and shove down my khakis, Alison's eyes widen almost as if she is a virgin seeing a man for the first time.

“Please, Sir.” Her hands come together in a praying motion, “It's so big, I'm afraid you're going to hurt me.”