Dunkelhaariges Girl wird vom Lehrer gepoppt

The sun was just setting, casting a warm glow through the classroom windows as teacher Herr Schmidt finished up the day’s lesson on German grammar. The students were eager to leave, all except for one – young Anna, a dark-haired beauty with a mischievous glint in her eyes. As the other students filed out, chattering and laughing, Anna hung back.

“Herr Schmidt? Can I stay after class for some extra credit?” she asked innocently. The 40-something teacher looked up from his desk, taken aback. “You want extra credit, Anna? But your grades are excellent as it is…”

Anna sauntered over, her hips swaying. “I thought teachers were supposed to be helpful.” She climbed up onto his desk, crossing her long legs. Her short skirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, creamy thigh. Herr Schmidt swallowed hard, noticing the way her Bluse (shirt) strained against her ample bosom.

“Well alright then…” he stammered, trying to keep his composure. “What sort of… extra credit did you have in mind?”

Anna smiled wickedly and reached out to trail a finger down his arm. “Oh, I think you know…” She leaned in closer, her full lips brushing against his ear. “Komm her… (come here…)”

Dazed, Herr Schmidt stood and approached her as if in a trance. Anna grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a heated kiss. He groaned, his hands moving to grip her hips, pulling her body flush against him. She tasted like candy, her mouth hot and hungry.

Breaking away with a wicked grin, Anna pushed Herr Schmidt back into his chair. She climbed into his lap, straddling him. He could feel his body respond to her nearness, his pants suddenly too tight in the crotch. Anna ground her hips against his, unleashing a shuddering moan. This lithe little minx…

Blindly, she reached down, fumbling with his belt. Finally, he heard the telltale clink of his zipper being lowered. Eager, inexperienced fingers worked inside his boxers, wrapping around his hardening member. He gasped as she began to stroke him, her touch impatient and clumsy. But oh so delightfully arousing…

“Du bist so gross… (you’re so big)” Anna panted, her hand never ceasing its movements. Herr Schmidt was too lost in sensation to reply. He moved his hands to cup her ass, squeezing and kneading as she continued to pump him. His cock throbbed, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Shamelessly, Anna lifted her skirt and wriggled out of her panties. She hitched her leg up higher on the chair, spreading herself open for him. He noticed she wasn’t wearing any… a naughty girl, indeed. Reaching down, he trailed his fingers through the thatch of curls, finding her already silky-wet and ready.

“Leistung dir… (lick me)” Anna commanded breathlessly. Her bossy tone sent a thrill through him. When she ordered him onto his knees, he obeyed without hesitation. Parting the puffy lips of her labia, he extended his tongue, lapping at her opening. Anna shrieked and fisted her hands in his hair, pulling him even closer.

Her nectar flooded his taste buds, sweet and musky. He could feel her trembling as he laved her hungry sex, flickering his tongue over the hood of her clit. Her hips rocked against his face, smearing her juices across his cheeks. He held her tighter, burying his face in her wet heat.

“Bitte… ich will deinen Schwanz in mir haben… (please… I want your cock inside me)” Anna whimpered. He looked up at her pleadingly. The vice-like grip of her thighs around his head told him just how desperate she was. With a final, lingering lick, he rose to his feet.

Anna immediately reached out for his hardness, guiding it toward her needy hole. The blunt head notched against her entrance, the tingling heat making his balls ache. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as he inched forward, her sheath stretching tight around his girth. When he finally hilted, they both groaned at the exquisite feeling.

“Beweg dich nicht… noch nicht… (don’t move… not yet…)” Anna breathed out. He nodded, amused at her authoritative attitude. When she was ready, she lifted slightly, only to sink back down a moment later. He moaned, fighting the instinct to thrust.

Slowly, she began to bounce on his cock, swiveling her hips in figure eights. He gripped her ass for balance, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. It was maddening, the way her walls clung to him, rippling around his length. She was so tight, so deliciously wet and warm. He could feel every shudder, every spasm.

“Younger girls wie dich (girls like you) should not be so… verboten (forbidden)” Herr Schmidt gritted out, sweat beading on his brow. She cocked an impish grin.

“Es fühlt sich so gut an… Ich will, dass du mich fickst… (It feels so good… I want you to fuck me)” She growled, picking up the pace. He bucked up to meet her thrusts, losing himself in the rhythm.

Their coupling grew more frantic, more savage. Panting, they raked their nails down each other’s backs, drawing dark lines on skin. He could feel the tension coiling in his lower abdomen, her slick walls fluttering rapidly around him.

Suddenly, Anna went rigid, a sharp cry ripping from her throat. Her pussy clenched down on him like a vice, wringing pleasure from him. With a bellow, he slammed into her one last time, his seed jetting deep into her quivering sheath. They rode out their high together, bodies shuddering, sweat mingling.

Finally, breathless, sated, they collapsed against each other. Anna fell into the crook of his neck, her hair a tangled mess, her face flushed. He stroked it back tenderly, a foreign feeling blossoming in his chest. Why had he waited so long to get involved with one of his students? The naughty pleasures were certainly worth it!