Virgin Student Fuck His Teacher For The First Time

Title: A Teacher’s Undoing: The First Time

Ms. Plumpbottom, a perky and voluptuous cartoon teacher, stood nervously in front of her class, her heart pounding as she gazed upon the eager young student seated in the front row. Little Johnny, the classroom troublemaker, mischievously grinned up at her, his eyes filled with a fiery desire that she couldn’t quite ignore.

For weeks, Ms. Plumpbottom had been resisting Johnny’s advances, but today, something was different. There was a new intensity in his gaze, a hunger that set her pulse racing. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her chest as she adjusted her severely buttoned-up blouse, feeling suddenly hot under his relentless stare.

“Ms. Plumpbottom, I’ll do anything for a good grade,” Johnny purred, his voice husky with want. “Anything at all, for the chance to get deep inside your… knowledge.”

Ms. Plumpbottom’s mouth went dry at his suggestion, the implication of his words hanging heavy in the air. She could practically feel his gaze caressing her curvy figure beneath the prim and proper outfit that was her daily uniform.

Against her better judgment, Ms. Plumpbottom found herself peeling off her blazer, exposing the tight sweater underneath that clung to her ample bosom. She could have sworn she heard Johnny swallow hard at the sight.

“Miss Plumpbottom,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble. “You look… appetizing.”

Ms. Plumpbottom felt a blush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she was falling for the smooth-talking charmer, but there was no denying the heat pool forming between her legs.

Johnny wasted no time standing up from his seat and sauntering towards the teacher’s desk. Ms. Plumpbottom watched, transfixed, as his lithe body moved with predatory grace. When he reached the desk, he leaned in close, his hand resting casually over the top, mere inches from her own.

“I have a confession to make,” Johnny whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment since the first time I saw you. I’ve been thinking about how soft and inviting your lips look, how I’d love to feel them around my…”

His voice trailed off as his hand snaked out, boldly groping Ms. Plumpbottom’s breast through her sweater. She gasped at the touch, arching into his hand as a flood of arousal coursed through her body.

“Johnny,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. “What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long, long time,” he responded, his mouth finding the exposed gap at her collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. “I’m going to make you mine, Ms. Plumpbottom. I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep, you’ll forget your own name.”

Ms. Plumpbottom felt a gush of moisture soak her panties at his vulgar words. She’d been craving this, craving his touch, his attention, for so long, and she couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a moan of pure, unadulterated lust, she shoved Johnny onto the desk, her hands frantically working to unzip his trousers. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, and she made quick work of peeling off her soaked panties, spreading her legs wide for him.

“Fuck me, Johnny,” she begged, too far gone to care about propriety. “Fuck me hard and don’t you dare stop until I’m screaming your name.”

Johnny didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift, forceful motion, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside Ms. Plumpbottom’s slick, eager folds. She cried out at the sudden invasion, her head falling back as she relished the sensation of being stretched and filled to the brim.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into her with all the hunger and ferocity of a teenage boy on a mission. Ms. Plumpbottom could do nothing but hold on tight, her nails digging into Johnny’s shoulders as he fucked her senseless, drawing out cry after cry of ecstasy.

She felt her orgasm building, swift and fierce, as Johnny relentlessly chased his own release. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, spilling his hot seed deep inside her willing body. They shuddered together, lost in the throes of passion, as Ms. Plumpbottom finally screamed Johnny’s name, her own climax overtaking her.

As they came down from their high, Ms. Plumpbottom felt Johnny’s softening cock slip out of her, a gush of warm come dripping down onto the desk. She blushed at the mess they’d made but couldn’t bring herself to regret a single moment of it.

Johnny grinned down at her, looking impossibly smug. “Ms. Plumpbottom, that was… intense,” he panted, running a large hand across her damp brow. “Think maybe we can do that…what, every day? Twice a day?”

Ms. Plumpbottom chuckled breathlessly, already picturing countless stolen moments of passion in her classroom to come. “I think,” she purred, reaching up to pull Johnny in for a filthy kiss, “we can definitely work something out…”