As I reflected on my early days as a tutor at LHS, memories of my first student, Sandra, flooded my mind. Little did I know at the time that she would later become a renowned news anchor on morning television.
It was this morning when I caught a glimpse of her smiling face on the TV screen, which instantly transported me back to our past. I remembered the night when our paths crossed in a different context, a night that forever etched itself into my memory.
It was a day brimming with anticipation, as I embarked on the journey of guiding Sandra through uncharted realms of pleasure. In that intimate moment, I had the privilege of unlocking a world of sensuality and passion, deflowering her, and introducing her to a realm she had never experienced before.
The image of her smile on the TV screen served as a poignant reminder of that transformative day when I became the catalyst for her exploration of desire. Sandra, a young Polynesian girl, exuded an aura of innocence with every fiber of her being. Her ample bosoms, untouched by the desires of boys her age, were like a blank canvas waiting to be passionately explored. It felt like my duty to enlighten her, to show her the ways of the world, as her invitingly tanned skin beckoned me towards her beauty.
In the few encounters we had shared, it became evident that Sandra struggled to comprehend my teachings, particularly when they were wrapped in foreign languages. I found myself both intrigued by her naivety and overwhelmed by the responsibility of guiding her through this exhilarating journey of self-discovery.
The story of Sandra and me took an unexpected turn when a mischievous friend of mine sent me an explicit video during one of our lessons. In a moment of carelessness, I had forgotten to lower the volume, leading to an unexpected exclamation escaping my lips. Startled, Sandra looked at me, her curiosity piqued.
"What was that, Sir?" she asked, a playful chuckle escaping her lips. I tried to hide it, but it was too late. Sandra's eyes were drawn to the screen. "What is that? What are you watching?" she inquired, her curiosity pulling her closer to me.
As her gaze fell upon the explicit video playing on my phone, a mixture of surprise and intrigue danced across her face. It was as if a hidden desire had been awakened within her. She couldn't tear her eyes away. "Is that...?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and fascination.
An idea sparked in my mind. Perhaps this unexpected turn of events could serve as an unconventional teaching tool, a way to guide Sandra further in her exploration. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I asked, "Do you want to watch it?"
Sandra's eagerness was palpable as she nodded, her curiosity overpowering any reservations she may have had. With a subtle gesture, I invited her to come closer, ready to embark on a new lesson that would push the boundaries of her understanding and ignite a fire within her that could not be extinguished.
I observed the profound impact that the video had on Sandra. Her gaze was fixated on the screen, her body tense and uneasy in front of me. Lost in my thoughts and consumed by the intensity of the moment, I made a misguided and inappropriate move. Without thinking, I extended my hand and touched her bosom, startling her and causing her to quickly readjust her position.
Realizing the gravity of my actions, a wave of embarrassment washed over me. "I'm sorry, Sandra," I confessed, my voice filled with shame. "I couldn't resist," I added, acknowledging my wrongdoing. The weight of my words hung heavy in the air as I admitted my inappropriate behavior.
To my surprise, Sandra responded with a smile, her eyes still focused on the explicit scenes playing on my phone. Her smile held a mix of embarrassment and desire, evident in the way she nervously bit her finger.
I couldn't help but be captivated by her ample bosom, which seemed restless and unable to find stillness. The way she nervously swallowed added to the charged atmosphere between us. Sandra, dressed in oversized clothing in an attempt to conceal her curves, unintentionally revealed glimpses of her breasts and armpits through the loose fabric. My gaze was drawn to these glimpses, especially when she started to sweat and fan herself. At that moment, a forbidden desire whispered in the depths of my mind, urging me to explore her armpits. It was a thought that both excited and troubled me as I observed her, completely engrossed in the explicit video.
Driven by impulse, I rose from my seat and positioned myself behind her, longing to feel the pulsation of my arousal as we sat closely together. The desire to inhale the deeper scent of her body overwhelmed me. However, before I could act upon these illicit thoughts, Sandra abruptly turned and handed me back my phone, interrupting the charged atmosphere that had enveloped us.
"Sir! I need to pee!" she exclaimed, rushing towards the bathroom. Her urgency broke the spell, momentarily snapping me back to reality. My heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and guilt as I contemplated the forbidden desires that had stirred within me.
I followed her silently.
I stood outside the bathroom, quietly listening to the sound of water hitting the bathroom floor. I knew Sandra was peeing in the toilet.
My curiosity about her intimate area tempted me to open the bathroom door and watch her urinate.
"Oh God! What the.." I scream in silence. Sandra was squatting, facing away from me. Not only was she peeing, but she was also masturbating.
I was shocked to witness Sandra's quick transition to masturbation after watching the video. Therefore, I walked away slowly, leaving her, but My throbbing arousal reminded me of that sight, as it grew harder and pulsated with desire while waiting for her.
After a while, Sandra returned to her study desk, remaining silent and withdrawn. I decided to tease her again with the same video from earlier, increasing the volume so that the moans and cries of the voluptuous girl in the film could be heard. Sandra's face turned red with embarrassment. She kept her head down but occasionally glanced towards my phone.
In the video, a man with a sizable member penetrated the girl. The scene was incredibly steamy.
"Sir! I need your bathroom again!" she exclaimed, quickly getting up from her seat.
But I grabbed her hand, pulling her to sit beside me. I immediately embraced her, causing her to collapse against me. Sandra tried to resist, but my grip was firm.
"Sandra, I know what are you doing back there. I know you're playing with yourself, aren't you?" I said, looking deeply into her eyes.
"No, I'm not, Sir!" Sandra denied it, trying to evade my accusation. But once again my grip left her powerless.
"Let's finish it together shall we?" I suggested, enticing her while letting her know that there was no one here besides the two of us.
Sandra nervously settled herself on my lap, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. As I gently guided her, I could feel the warmth radiating from her, her face flushed with a captivating glow as she cast hesitant glances back at me. There was a question lingering in her eyes, a question she didn't dare to voice.
Leaning in closer, my voice barely above a whisper, I asked, "Do you want this?" My words hung in the air, waiting for her response. Sandra remained silent, a mixture of desire and apprehension flickering across her features. Yet, she didn't resist as my hand ventured towards her panties, inching closer to the source of her longing.
"Itchy, isn't it?" I murmured, my voice filled with a knowing tone. Sensing her wetness, I felt the nod of her head, her unspoken consent encouraging me to remove her panties. At that moment, I knew that she didn't reject my advances.
With a heightened sense of desire, I continued to undress, allowing the weight of the world to slip away as we embraced the intoxicating freedom that our encounter offered.
I continued to explore her warmth, noticing the way she shivered and moaned in response. She was completely entranced by the videos playing in the background as if she were under a hypnotic spell.
As I touched her, I sensed her body tightening, a clear sign of her growing arousal. It only fueled my desire further. I gently manipulated her with a boldness fueled by passion, causing her to cross her legs in pleasure.
Whispering in her ear, I urged her to let me take control. "Let me pleasure you," I requested, my voice laced with a mix of longing and anticipation. She complied, moving her legs as I guided her, and a deep groan escaped her lips as I set the pace with my hand.
However, amidst our intense encounter, I noticed a flicker of pain on her face. It was a frown, a sign of agony. And in that moment, I realized the truth of what I was facing.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized the truth. "You're still a virgin, Sandra?" I exclaimed, a mixture of shock and concern coursing through me. The sensation of her blood seeping into my hand caught me off guard.
Raising my hand to her, I revealed the evidence of her bleeding. "You're bleeding," I stated, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and worry.
"It feels so good, sir," she whispered, her words contrasting with the pain evident on her face. I couldn't ignore the contradiction.
"Sandra, you're bleeding. I had no idea," I said, my voice laced with genuine concern for her well-being.
"Are you alright, Sandra?" I asked, hoping to gauge her comfort level and assess the situation. However, despite the pain she was experiencing, all she said was, "Mr. Allan, I want you to fuck me, please. I want it now."
A wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. I wanted to honor her desires, but I also wanted to ensure that she was ready and fully aware of the upcoming penetration she was asking for. "Are you sure?" I inquired, wanting her to be certain and prepared for the intimate act that lay ahead.
With a nod and a seductive bite of her lip, Sandra willingly followed me into the bathroom. The room filled with the sound of running water as I decided to clean her, to rid her of the traces of blood that marked her innocence.
Instructing her to stand, I took hold of the showerhead and directed the warm water toward her delicate crotch. As the water cascaded down her body, it washed away the remnants of her blood, leaving her fresh and cleansed. The sensation of the warm water against her skin seemed to ease her tension, coaxing her body to relax.
Drawn in by her newfound smoothness, I couldn't resist the invitation to come closer. Exploring her tightness with my fingers, I reveled in the intimacy of the moment. The mix of water and desire heightened the sensations, creating a symphony Our desires ignited, Sandra responded eagerly, her moans blending with the sensual movements of my tongue. Waves of pleasure surged through us, intensifying with every touch and caress. With a hunger that couldn't be contained, my hands roamed her curves, exploring her body with a fervent passion.
As I maintained a steady rhythm, my tongue moved in and out, savoring the exquisite moments we shared. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of longing and surrender. It felt as if our souls were merging, transcending the physical realm, and delving into a realm of pure ecstasy.
Though her eyes remained closed, Sandra's resistance vanished. I pressed her hips against my face, creating an intimate connection in her first experience of oral pleasure. However, she suddenly pleaded for me to stop. Her words carried a mix of pleasure and pain, but her desire was undeniable.
Struggling with conflicting sensations, Sandra's body trembled against mine. The air was filled with the symphony of her pleasure and anguish, a bittersweet melody that echoed in the room. Yet, I couldn't resist the allure. I continued the slow, deep licking, cherishing each moment of connection between us.
Sandra's screams took on a tinge of agony, a testament to the raw emotions coursing through her. It was a bittersweet revelation, a collision of pleasure and pain that consumed us both.
I reveled in the taste and scent of her desires, savoring the intimacy we shared. The weight of her confession, her first release, lingered in the air, heightening the power of our connection.
"I believe you're ready now, my dear," I whispered, guiding her back into the sanctuary of my bedroom. Along the way, our discarded garments served as a trail, marking the journey we had embarked upon, from the sofa bench to the bathroom, and now to the bed.
With a joyful leap, she landed on the softness of my bed, her happiness evident in her eyes. A playful giggle escaped her lips as she watched me crawl towards her, a hunger evident in my gaze. Her anticipation mirrored mine as she welcomed my kiss, a sweet exchange that ignited the flames of desire within us both.
I can’t forget her face as I put my penis inside her, the way her eyes rolled back, while her parted lips released soft gasps and moans. A mixture of pleasure and surrender, that made me the man I was today.
With each movement, I delved deeper into her, my desire to explore every inch of her growing stronger. It felt as if the very core of my being was touching the depths of her being. Our bodies moved in harmony, a dance of passion and desire.
Her breasts swayed gracefully, following the rhythm of our union. I gently caressed and licked her nipples, savoring the taste and texture. They were dark and full, a testament to her sensuality.
Sandra writhed beneath me, her body responding to every touch and stroke. As I continued to play with her breasts, gently tugging and teasing her nipples, she couldn't help but writhe in pleasure. The sensations intensified, creating a symphony of pleasure that enveloped us both.
Occasionally, she let out small cries of pain, overwhelmed by the intensity of our passion. As I grew more consumed by desire, my actions became more frenzied.
I gazed into Sandra's sweet and innocent face, her features drenched in sweat as she lay in my embrace. Her eyes were closed, surrendering to the sensations that rippled through her body. Her breasts swayed with each forceful thrust, responding to the rhythm of our passionate union.
My movements quickened, and the pleasure of our sexual encounter consumed my body and mind. The sensations traveled from my legs to my anus, up along the length of my shaft, all the way to the top of my head. I moved faster, vigorously thrusting into Sandra's warm flesh with my hardened member.
I felt her warm juice and blood flooding out, making a sound as they eagerly kissed, smooching each move.
I desperately tried to hold back the impending release of my orgasm, knowing that it was on the verge of erupting within this young and innocent body.
My throbbing member pulsed with pleasure, vibrating in ecstasy. Sandra's warm womanhood throbbed in response, radiating heat and desire. The tightness of her virgin pussy overwhelmed me, pushing me to my limits. I could no longer hold back. The overwhelming sensations and the allure of her untouched innocence were too much to resist.
Remaining inside her warm womb, I cumming.
Sandra's eyes fluttered open, glistening with a mix of desire and anticipation. As our gazes locked, an unspoken connection formed between us, intensifying the passion that coursed through our bodies. We continued to hold each other's gaze as I slowly resumed the rhythmic motion of my hips, thrusting in and out.
“I already came! Twice!” I whisper into her ears. She smiled and pulled my body tighter. she pulled my head closer to hers, craving even deeper intimacy.
The pace quickened, becoming more urgent and powerful, eliciting a symphony of moans from Sandra's lips.
In the heat of the moment, I gently urged her to be still, guiding her hands above her head, revealing the smoothness of her armpits.
Her eyes sparkled with a mix of confusion and curiosity as I brought my lips closer to her armpit, teasingly brushing against the sensitive skin. "Why there?" she softly whimpered, her voice filled with a delicate plea. I continued to explore the contours of her armpit with my tongue, reveling in the taste of her sweat and the tanginess of her skin. "Sandra, you are so incredibly erotic," I commented, savoring the sensations of her sweat and the subtle acidic sweetness.
"Sir! I can't stand it anymore," she gasped, seeking my lips and attempting to kiss me. I responded eagerly, devouring her lips and entwining my tongue with hers. I squeezed her mouth, molding it to resemble the tightness of her virgin sex. I allowed her to suck on my fingers, indulging in the pleasure she offered.
Returning to her slightly hairy armpit, I couldn't resist expressing my admiration. "I love your armpits, Sandra!" I whispered teasingly, tempting her further.
As our passion intensified, Sandra responded with a mix of shyness and excitement, unaware of the impending climax that awaited us. Her hips moved with a delicious rhythm, savoring the pleasure of our connection. I teetered on the edge of a third wave of ecstasy.
"Stop!" I pleaded, desperately urging her to halt her movements. But it was too late. The overwhelming pleasure engulfed me, and I surrendered to the waves of orgasmic release. I lost control, my senses consumed by the intense pleasure as if her muscles were pulling me deeper inside her.
In that moment, the pleasure overtook all rational thought, leaving me adrift in a heavenly sea of emotions. I was lost in the blissful haze, surrendering to the sensations that coursed through my body.
The pleasure reached its crescendo, and I could no longer hold back. With an explosive burst, I released a torrent of warm, milky fluid deep within the young woman's body, fulfilling her desires as she had demanded.
As our bodies trembled from the intensity of our connection, I kissed Sandra's lips passionately, overwhelming her with desire. I pinned her down, embracing her fully, reveling in the softness of her breasts pressed against my chest. With each pulse of my member, I could feel the rhythm of our union, a symphony of pleasure that echoed through our beings.
For a few moments, we remained still, our naked bodies intertwined, glistening with sweat. I rubbed my face against Sandra's armpit, inhaling the natural fragrance of her body. Her scent intoxicated me, driving me to explore every inch of her being.
My sperm mixed with her virgin blood shedding out my bed sheet.
Sandra lay beneath me, covered by the warmth of my body. I could feel the tension in her leg muscles easing as she wrapped her legs around me, urging me to penetrate her once again with my throbbing member.
I smiled at Sandra, captivated by her innocence and naivety. She didn't even realize that her delicate womanhood could only withstand tearing once. But instead of dwelling on it, I smiled and gave her a gentle peck on the cheek.
Sandra's legs still enveloped my waist, still damp with the remnants of our pleasure. The scent of our lovemaking filled the study room, mingling with the musk of semen and the faint hint of blood from her newly deflowered pussy, which I had claimed as my plaything.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked softly, teasingly. Sandra shook her head, her lips pressed tightly together. "No?" I prodded further. Sandra shook her head again.
Confused, I asked, "Why not?" Sandra wrapped her arms around me, seeking comfort and closeness. Then she playfully licked my earlobe. "I liked it, sir," she whispered affectionately.
I smiled in response and suggested that we clean ourselves once again.
