He pumped his fingers harder and faster, his lips seeking, and finding hers once more. Tristan shook his hand side to side and even over the breathy whimper she released into his mouth she could hear the wet squishing sounds they made in her sloppy wet cunt.
She gasped when he added a third finger, thrusting all three knuckles deep. He was taking her comment about not being easy to heart and she wasn’t complaining. His fingers explored her, and he switched to roughly sucking the tender flesh of her other thigh, causing Miranda to consider that request.
Tristan was big, powerfully built, and had already displayed not only a rough touch, but slapping her breasts was something she’d never had done, and showed he really was the bad boy with the sweet side.
His cock felt as big as she’d imagined through his jeans and in a moment that caused her cunt to contract around his probing fingers, she realized she going to get it put to her the way she had in her dreams.
And she was going to love every minute of it.
Tristan worked his wrist, roughly working his fingers side to side and she had to remove her mouth from his, moaning loudly, as she removed her hand from his hair to grip his other shoulder.
Tristan, displaying experience she knew a kid this good looking surrounded by horny coeds would have gained, moved her panties further to the side and placed his thumb on her throbbing clit.
“Oh, yeah, baby!” she exclaimed, letting her head fall back.
Tristan’s lips were briefly back on her neck, then slid down her chest before sliding over her right breast. Miranda released his shoulders and now leaned back on her elbows, moaning and thrusting her hips into his hand.
Tristan cupped her left tit, his thumb working her nipple the same way the other was busy on her clit. Miranda lifted her legs, bracing her heels on the edge of the desk and spreading them wide so he had more room to work her aching cunt.
Her young student showed a patience she hadn’t expected as he unhurriedly fingered her while paying attention to both her swollen nipples. His thumb moved in slow circles that had her hips working, straining to push her clit harder into his touch.
Miranda released a high pitched moan that was as much frustration as pleasure as he toyed with her needy clit.
“Harder,” she breathed. “I need to come, baby!”
“No,” he not only removed his lips from her tit but eased his fingers from inside her.
“W… what?” she stammered, caught by surprise. “You won’t make me come?”
“I didn’t say that” he gave her a wicked smile. “I just figured there’s a better way to do it.”
His hands went up her skirt, grabbing the sides of her panties and tugging on them. Miranda lifted her hips, letting him slide them down her thighs and groaned as she felt the crotch peel away from her sticky flesh.
She put her legs together, bending them at the knees and watched her pull her panties off. He placed them to his face and when he inhaled his eyes closed and the look on his face put a smile on hers.
“You can keep them,” she told him. “To remind of your favorite teacher.”
“Best teacher ever,” he dropped then grabbed the sides of her skirt.
Miranda hadn’t thought she could get any wetter but watching him pull her skirt down her legs leaving her on her desk, completely naked except for her fuck me heels, had her flowing once more.
“I can’t believe how good you look,” Tristan told her. “So fucking sexy.”
“You say that to all the girls,” she teased as she resumed her former position, spreading her legs, her heels on the desk, shamelessly spreading for him.
“They are girls, you’re a goddamn woman,” he released a sharp breath. “Look at that beautiful pussy. Carpet matches the drapes,” he added with a smile, but his eyes were glued between her thighs.
Miranda looked down at the patch of blonde fuzz on her mound just over her puffy pink lips and protruding clit.
“My cunt’s like my tits, honey, real and spectacular.”
“You,” he laughed. “Really need to stop with the bad lines.”
She laughed too, and it felt so good to do it. When was the last time sex had been fun? When was the last time anything had been fun? Susan had been right, and Tristan was going to officially kick off her new life, and this one was going to be much more fun.
“But” Tristan dropped to his knees between her legs. “If it tastes as good as it looks I’ll let that one slide.”
“I think you’ll… Ohhhh!” Miranda’s response came from Tristan burying his face between her thighs and his tongue plunging inside her.
Tristan shook his head, rubbing his face into her clit while his tongue swirled inside her wet slit. He slurped hard, and she felt her pussy spurt into his mouth. He moaned into her hot flesh telling her she must indeed taste as good as she looked.
He sucked again, then used his fingers to spread her wide open. He moved his tongue inside her, noisily slurping on her and making her squirm on the desk. Miranda remained on her elbows, but her hands went to her tits, capturing her nipples between her red tipped fingers and squeezing them.
Tristan eased his tongue from inside her, then keeping it rigid plunged it back in, then out and back in. God, he was tongue fucking her! She pumped her hips, meeting his tongue, her fingers busy on her nipples and her eyes locked on the dream come true of Tristan’s face between her thighs.
Tristan plunged his tongue inside her once more, then ran his tongue up the length of her slit. When he reached her clit he swirled his tongue across it, the licked his way back down.
Once again, he held his tongue still, but now moved his head up and down, lapping the full length of her cunt as he held her open. Each time he reached her clit, she thrust her hips and whimpered, trying to get him to stay there, but his tongue would dip back down through the folds of her soft wet lips.
He dipped his tongue inside once more, then the next time his tongue found her clit it was a quick lick followed by a hard suck that made her breath his between her teeth. This time he stayed there, now sucking in a slow gentle rhythm.
His right hand slid down her thigh and she moaned when this time he inserted all three fingers at once. He flexed them out, stretching her open while his tongue now fluttered over her clit, peppering her throbbing button with quick soft licks.
“You know what you’re doing,” she whispered, as he pressed his fingers together, then opened them, letting her pussy contract, before pushing it back open. “Lot of lucky girls around here.”