Mount Miss Finch
From Create Your Own Story
You kneel between your secretary's legs and rub the head of your pecker against her opening.
"Did the boy do this?" you ask. "Lube himself with your secretions before entering you?"
"N-n-no," the girl stammers. "He just, he just..."
"Just thrust it in dry?" you say. "Son, if she isn't wet, don't just cram your pole up in there. All you'll do is hurt the girl doing that. You want her to get some pleasure out the experience, don't you?"
"Uh, yes," the boy says. "Of course. Yes."
"Then learn to do some foreplay first," you say. "Or get a jar of Vaseline, at least. Miss Finch is already quite aroused, so I don't have to pet her first to get her juiced up."
You slide your slick dick into her tight tunnel. Miss Finch moans as you fill her up with penis.
"Listen carefully, son," you say. "Learn to tell the difference between moans of pleasure and moans of pain."
You give Miss Finch's right nipple a hard pinch, making her gasp.
"Sorry, Miss Finch, but he needed to hear a pained sound for comparison."
You begin pumping her pussy before she can respond.
"It's... ugh... It's okay," she manages to say. "A little pain... oh! A little pain enhances the pleasure... Mr. Mann! Ah!"
"Under the circumstances, I think you can call me Joe," you say. "I should have balled you years ago, Barbie."
"Oh, yes, Joe, yes!" Miss Finch cries. "I'm cumming!"
Her body shakes and shudders beneath you and her cries become incoherent moans of purest pleasure. The way her vaginal muscles are spasming around your penis is too much for you.
Do you:
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| High School Principal |
