Where ravaging tentacles explore the female student body
Moving over towards the girl, you hold out your arms and she melts into your embrace with a small sigh. As you enfold the slender form, which barely reaches your chin, her short black hair tickles you, so you lean forward and bury your face into its sweet-smelling depths. You can distincly sense the impression of each hard mound as her large breasts press into your chest and you feel a stirring in your groin. Tilting her head back she presses her small mouth against yours, her kiss is strong and you feel a determined tongue worming its way between your lips. Gaining entrance it flickers inside your mouth, exploring, and you respond in kind. As your tongues entwine in an exciting french kiss, you run your hands up and down her slim back, stopping just before the swell of her hard little bottom.
With a low moan, the secretary reaches up and wraps her arms about your neck, pressing her lips harder against yours. Sensing the invitation in her stance, you respond urgently by running your right hand across her side and onto the firm globe of her breast. It fills your hand to overflowing and you gently explore the swollen mound, your calloused palm rasping over a rapidly engorging nipple. Your fingers search out the large fawn nub and you grasp it firmly, tweaking and teasing the aroused teat as her small mouth slides off yours and the girl buries her head into your shoulder. Her breathing becomes hot and ragged, panting against your neck.
Your mouth now free to explore, you slide your lips across the velvety softness of her neck and bending forwards, nip softly across her upper chest and onto the hard swell of her other breast. Even as you continue to tease one nipple with your fingers, your mouth captures the other engorged teat and you suck it deep into the warm cavern of your mouth while your tongue lashes urgently over it's rubbery surface. With a low groan the secretary turns to jelly at your insistent attention to her sensitive peaks.
Fearing she is about to lose her balance, you quickly slide the hand on her back downwards. Edging the gossamer fabric of her panties downwards, you take a firm grip on her taut, naked bottom and straighten up, lifting her off the floor while still mainaining your assault on her swollen tits. You are so aroused by now that you feel her weight is as nothing but before you can test your endurance, she parts her slender legs and wraps them about your waist. Shifting your grip, you release your right hand from the inviting mound of her lovely breast and use both hands to each grip a small hard buttock. Her body well off the ground, her tits now press into your face and you alternate your lips between each erected peak, not wishing either nipple to feel neglected.
With the girl supporting much of her own weight by her grip on your waist, you are free to use your hands again. Making the most of the opportunity, you explore both of the taut hemispheres in your grasp. The soft skin seems to radiate heat as you slide one hand inwards towards the source. Slick with perspiration, your fingers slip effortlessly into the channel opened wide by her positioning. Blind fingertips trace downwards, stopping briefly to explore the tight bud of the girl's anus. She groans as you press briefly onto it, 'No, please, not there!' Relenting, you allow your fingers to continue, following the curve around to her burning centre. Soft lips split apart like a ripe peach at your touch and your fingers delve into the honeyed depths.
'Aaaaaahhhhhh,' a soft sigh encourages you as you trace up between parted labia, seeking then finding the young girl's swollen clitoris. Deftly you manipulate it, ignoring the unconfortable position, and you are rewarded by the slender body twisting and bucking within your grasp. Responding avidly to your manipulations, the young secretary clenches your waist spastically, trapping your hand between your bodies. Unable to continue fondling her clit, you use her juices to slide your hand back down to freedom. She seems unaware, as she continues to grind herself against you.
Burying your head between the large soft orbs of her tits, you clasp her hard to you with one hand. With the other, you extend three fingers and press them together into a rough triangle, which you return to the hot wetness of her pussy. Probing upwards with your rigid fingers, you find the entrance to her vagina and push. So wet is the young girl that all three digits slide easily deep into the ribbed walls of her tight little cunt.
'Nnnnnnggggghhhhh,' an animal-like growl greets your invasion. Then, as you begin to slide the fingers in an out in a rhythmic motion, the girl loses all control, bucking wildly, riding your fingers, forcing them deeper than you thought possible, until they bang against her cervix. With a loud howl, her entire body suddenly becomes rigid and a gush of honey drenches your hand as she climaxes. Holding the uncomfortable position, your fingers tightly grasped by spasming muscles, you wait while she gradually recovers. Finally, you gently slide from the still fluttering pussy walls and hug her gently with both your arms. Raising your head to lightly kiss the lids of her clenched-shut eyes, you become aware of your prick, painfully rigid in it's confinement.
Opening her eyes at last, the young girl smiles her thanks. Her face looks so sweet in the afterglow of her orgasm, that it makes all the discomfort worthwhile. Then a look of concern crosses her face and she reaches down. Feeling the hard cylinder of your aching penis still trapped within your slacks, she smiles with relief.
'For a moment I thought you had cum in me, and I'm not on the pill yet.' Her small hand explores again. 'But what about you? I think you did all that for me and got nothing out of it,'
'Oh, not nothing. It was exciting to bring you off like that.'
'Still,' With a small wriggle the young secretary frees herself from your grip to stand before you. A couple of quick movements and she discards the sodden rag of her panties, then kneels down. before you can react, if indeed you would have wished to react, busy fingers grapple with your belt and zip. Just as with the girl's dress, seemingly hours before, your slacks fail to defy gravity and slide down to pool about your ankles.
With every evidence of enjoyment, the young girl strokes softly up and down your shaft through your shorts. Then with a moue of impatience, she grips the elastic waistband and pulls sharply. Your prick is so swollen that it catches in the material and is forced painfully downwards by her actions. After an eternity it frees itself and jumps back upright to slap against your belly. The girl looks approvingly for a moment then, struggling to encircle its girth with her small hand, she slowly pulls the foreskin back to its full extent. Delicately caressing your sac with her other hand, she carefully traces the surface of your prick with her nails and it is your turn to groan.
The feeling is indescribable as knowing fingers explore every part of your rampant member, while insistent fingers massage and roll your tight balls between themselves. Your excitement grows under her expert manipulation but she seems to know exactly how far to take you before slackening off and giving you time to recover. Your hands clutch spasmodically into her thick hair and, taking the hint, she moves her hands away to encircle your buttocks, while a small mouth descends to kiss the very tip of your twitching prick. Doubting that such a small mouth can do more than kiss and lick the solid swollen bulk of your erection, you watch in amazement as her lips part to take your entire bulb into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. With a bobbing motion, she begins to move her head up and down. At each upwards movement, you feel cool air circling you. With each downwards bob, it seems that more of your shaft disappears from view. With fully six inches of your dick buried in the warm wetness, she stops her bobbing motion and with a shudder, you feel the rough skin of her tongue lapping over your increasingly excited member.
Your prick swells again under that expert licking and the girl must sense that she cannot keep you on the brink much longer. With surprising strength, she pulls you down until you are lying on the floor. Pushing your legs apart, she crawls up between your widespread thighs and enfolds your aching prick in the soft valley between her large breasts. Pressing them together to completely enfold your member, she slowly rocks her upper body. You moan with excitement at the sensation of those big melons sliding up and down the sensitive skin of your twitching penis. Nearing the brink, you feel your sac tightening and reaching down you grasp her hair painfully and thrust your hips up off the floor. As you spasmodically jerk your hips upwards, her mouth lightly captures the head of your shaft with each upward movement and her tongue gives you a little lick. The sensation of her rough little tongue flicking over the very tip of your prick sends your cum boiling up through your swollen shaft and you groan aloud as jet after jet of hot cum spurts from your spastically twitching prick and deep into her throat.
Recovering from your orgasm you ease yourself out from under her warm body, stand up and re-arrange your clothing. Seeing that she has failed to distract you from your intentions, the secretary stands also, turning her back to you as she gets dressed. Hoping she enjoyed the sex as much as you did, you watch with regret as that fabulous body disappears from sight. It would be too bad if she only did it to delay you, worse if she was actually falling for you because you have other priorities. Besides, after that climax it will be several hours before you could do her justice, even if you got a second chance. With a slight sigh of regret, you move back over towards the inner door. On the wall next to it is a notice board.