To the couch
From Torg Adventure
"Lay down on the couch. We'll be more comfortable there," you say, pointing toward the couch. Sarah stands and walks over to it, swaying her hips. I followed, tearing the condom open with my teeth. She laid down, and I rolled the condom on my swollen member and laid on top of her, my legs splitting her legs apart. I fit my cock into the groove of her sex and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Sarah moaned with pleasure, and I started thrusting through her wet lips. She shuddered as the tip of my prick rubbed her clit. As I sucked, I also flicked my tongue on the tip of her nipple. She was soon grinding her groin up into my manhood and groaning like a bitch in heat.
“Oh, Mr. , er, I mean, . That feels so good. Jesus!” she exclaimed, her breathing rather labored.
I switched tits and used my hands on the nipple I just left, pinching it and twisting it hard. I kept a good rhythm going, still just fucking the outside of her cunt. Sucking hard, I bit the very tip of her nipple with my teeth. She shrieked and arched her back hard into me. In three seconds, her shrieks stopped, only to be replaced by repetitious guttural growls, and her body shook in violent convulsions of her orgasm.
I let go of her breast and used the freed-up hand to adjust my cock and its protection without pausing in my sucking and biting of her other tit. Now at her entrance, I thrust hard into her body in mid-climax, shredding her hymen with my penetration. Now her growls turned to screams, but I could tell they were screams of ecstasy, not pain. Her pussy was very tight, but so well-lubricated that resistance was nil. I pounded her cunt as she continued to come.
With the previous outside stimulation, I didn’t last very long inside of her before roaring out my own orgasm, my manhood blasting sperm into the waiting latex. I kept stroking in and out of her once-virgin pussy until both of our climaxes ended. We just laid there, catching our breath.
“Oh, . I never knew it could be like that. It felt like your, er, cock was touching all my skin.”
My stiffness subsided, and my prick slipped out of her. I had her sit up to look at it: the condom had a small amount of blood on it. “That blood shows that you are now a woman. You aren’t a virgin any more,” I said to her in a reassuring tone. I removed the rubber and discarded it in the trash.
She reclined on the couch again, and I settled in next to her. I didn’t want to rush her out of the office, her psyche fragile after her deflowering. I just held her and caressed her face and hair. She snuggled into my chest peacefully. We just enjoyed our post-orgasmic bliss.
In about ten minutes, she got up and started getting dressed again. I retrieved my clothes and put them on.
“So, you really like my breasts so big?” she asked nervously.
“Yes, they are beautiful. You will get lots of attention from the boys because of them.”
“Thank you, Mr. . And thank you for taking my cherry. It was wonderful!” she said, turning toward the door beaming.
“Now, not a word to anyone, not even your best girlfriend,” I cautioned as she paused at the door, her hand on the lock.
She turned a smiled, saying, “Not a word,” and then blew me a kiss. She opened the door and left.
Once she was gone, I removed the condom from the trash and put it in a small plastic bag I kept in my desk. I tied the bag and put it in my briefcase. No sense in leaving evidence. Then I went to my desk, sitting at the large wooden thing. I pulled out a red marker from my drawer and leaned down to look at the wood next to my right leg. There were two small, black circles drawn on the side of the desk. Next to them, I drew a red circle. My first virgin in this office.
I glanced up at the clock and hurried to get my papers and briefcase. I had another class to teach.
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