Huge Tit Fucks Her Home School Teacher

The sun rose over the sleepy suburb, its rays filtering through the curtains of 18-year-old Jenna’s bedroom. She stretched languidly, her ample bosom straining against the thin fabric of her tank top. With a groan, she rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom to freshen up. Today was a big day – she was finally going to seduce her hot, 30-something homeschool teacher, Mr. Johnson.

Jenna had had a crush on the tall, handsome man ever since he started coming over to tutor her in math and science. His salt and pepper hair and piercing blue eyes drove her wild with desire. She knew it was wrong to lust after a teacher, but she couldn’t help herself. And now, with the excuse of needing extra help with calculus, she invited him over.

The doorbell rang and Jenna took a deep breath, giving her reflection one last once-over. She had chosen a low-cut top and a short skirt, leaving little to the imagination. She smoothed her thick, brown hair and applied a final coat of lip gloss before bounding downstairs.

“Mr. Johnson!” she exclaimed, opening the door. “Come in, come in.” She purposely leaned forward, giving him a clear view down her top. He swallowed hard but tried to maintain his professional composure.

“Good morning, Jenna. How are you feeling about your upcoming exams?” he asked, following her to the living room.

“Oh, I’m feeling very confident,” she purred, sitting down next to him on the couch. “Especially with such a smart teacher to guide me.” She crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up her thighs.

Mr. Johnson cleared his throat nervously. “Well, I’m glad you feel that way, Jenna. But we should really focus on your studies.”

“Oh, Mr. Johnson,” she giggled, “I think we both know that’s not why I invited you over.” She reached over and traced a finger down his arm. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want me.”

He tried to protest, but the bulge in his pants betrayed his true feelings. Jenna took his hand and placed it on her thigh, encouraging him to move it higher. He obliged, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned, overcome with lust. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.”

Jenna grinned, standing up and pushing him back against the couch. She straddled him, grinding her hips against his rock hard cock. “Then take me,” she panted. “I’m all yours.”

With a growl, he crushed his lips against hers in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, groping and squeezing her tits. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his erection throb beneath her. Breaking the kiss, she reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his girthy cock.

She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly. “Mmm, it’s so big,” she purred. “I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

She shimmied out of her panties and lifted her skirt, revealing her glistening pussy. Mr. Johnson grabbed her hips, rubbing the head of his dick against her slit. Jenna bit her lip, aching to be filled. She lowered herself down, taking him inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her.

They both gasped at the sensation. Jenna began to move, bouncing on his lap and taking his cock to the hilt. Mr. Johnson gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

“Fuck yes,” Jenna moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “Pound my tight little cunt!”

Mr. Johnson grunted, slamming into her faster and harder. Jenna’s huge tits bounced with each thrust and he leaned forward to capture a hard nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him.

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted, her movements becoming erratic. “Fill me up! I want to feel your hot load shoot inside me!”

With a final thrust, Mr. Johnson buried himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing as he erupted. Jenna shrieked with pleasure, her own orgasm crashing over her. They clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure until they collapsed together on the couch, a sweaty, satisfied mess.

After a few moments of catching their breath, Jenna rolled off of him and stood up. She gave him one last sultry smile before pulling her panties back up and straightening her clothes.

“So, Mr. Johnson,” she purred, “same time next week for another tutoring session?”

He nodded, tongue-tied and fully aware that his life was about to get a whole lot more complicated and exciting.