Tristan had found another gear, going so hard his thighs were striking the edge of the desk and she could only imagine the size of the bruises he’d have there tomorrow. Her desk, Not that old and made of solid Cherrywood was now rocking under the force of his fucking.
His fingers were working as if they were trying to rub her clit from her body, but it had her cunt already twitching around his pounding cock.
“Fuck me, fuck me!” she moaned while twisting her nipples savagely. “Take me, use me, make me yours! Ruin me for men my age, make me need young hard… yessss!”
She went over the edge, her hips bucking as much as the good in her position and her feet kicking above them as her cunt convulsed around him. She gripped his forearm with her free hand her nails digging red crescents into his hard flesh as he squeezed her tit hard enough she knew she’d have bruises the shape of his fingertips for days afterward.
Her orgasm crashed through her with a force that surpassed the first one. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her making her squirm on the desk as she lost the battle and released loud squeals amid her high pitched yips and whimpers.
Above her, Tristan was sweating, his perfect hair now hanging in his flushed face. He was breathing hard and had a look of concentration on his face that told her he was trying to hold back.
His thrusts were getting shorter and more desperate as her cunt repeatedly milked his cock in the throes of her climax.
“Give it to me!” she managed in between her heavy breathing and moans. “Come for me, baby!”
Tristan managed a few more hard thrusts, each ending with an adorable little high pitched sound that told her he was struggling for every thrust and every second in his teacher’s hot cunt.
Before he pulled his cock out, he gripped it close to his body, squeezing off his impending explosion. He grunted in discomfort, a tribute to how close he’d been to cumming inside her and whipped his cock out.
He leaned over her and released it, sending a long jet of cum over her that landed on her chest just beneath her throat. He pumped his cock, and the next thick spurts landed on each of her breasts, leaving a white stripe across her nipples and upper part of her breasts.
He continued to stroke, and Miranda, her pussy still quivering as the last of her orgasm trickled through her loved how his large fist looked gliding along his wert shaft. The fact it was wet from her sloppy cunt was an added bonus.
That and the thought of her hand, and mouth, working it in place of his hand. Tristan’s load was as impressive as his cock, leaving several puddles of cum on her heaving stomach from below her tits to just over her public mound.
“Goddamn,” he eased back, and Miranda let her legs slide from his shoulders to dangle off the desk. “I… sorry I came kind of fast.”
“Honey, that wasn’t fast. I just got divorced from a minute man, you did just fine.”
“Not really,” he said in between trying to catch his breath, and admiring the mess he’d left on her from her neck to the cleft between her thighs. “But It’s been awhile and I’ve wanted you so bad, so it was hard to hold back.”
He gave her a rueful grin.
“Sorry if I went to rough, you said it, I can’t do that with girls my age.”
“I told you I didn’t want to be an easy A,” she told him, then gave him a sly smile. “But you were a little quick.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, but looked put off she said it.
“I’m thinking that was good enough for a B, but you need an A, right?”
“I,” his look changed when she saw the smile on her face and realized where she was going with it. “I agree, I think I owe you a better effort than that.”
“Sit in my chair,” she sat up, and a shiver went through her when his cum slid down her breasts and chest. “I think its time your teacher did her job and inspired you to do better.”
“Yes, Professor Willow,”
He shuffled towards her chair and she rolled her eyes.
“Get your pants and shoes off, this isn’t porn, honey, I want you naked.”
Tristan flashed a big smile, one that belied the rough fucking he’d just dealt her, and when he sat in the chair, quickly pulled his socks and shoes off before removing his jeans.
Miranda slid off the desk, wincing as her back and legs felt as if she’d just gotten out of a Yoga class. His cum flowed down her body and picking up her blouse wiped herself off.
“Don’t you have to wear that out?”
“I’ll button the blazer over it. This way I can drive him with your cum sticking to me.”
“Miranda you’re a goddamn wet dream come true.”
“Yeah, not bad for an old lady?” She lifted her hair up over her head and did a slow turn for him, showing herself off and enjoying the way he looked at her. A kid this good looking staring at her with a look of not just lust, but awe, as if he couldn’t believe he was with her.
“Not bad for any lady.”
“Good answer,” Miranda stepped between him and the desk and stared down at his cock which even semi hard was damn impressive. “I think you earned a gold star, Mr. Brit.”
“Cool,” his eyes darted between her tits and the pink cleft between her thighs.
“But thing is? I don’t have any gold stars?”
She pushed his leg open with hers, then slowly sank to her knees.
“Guess I’ll have to suck your cock instead. That okay?”
“I think that would be… Oh my god!”
He gasped when Miranda grabbed his cock, opened wide and took him into her mouth.
“Hmm!” she moaned, then slid him from between her lips. “Bad boy, you taste like your teacher!”
She took him back into her mouth and bobbed her head, sucking him in a slow steady rhythm.
“Shit,” he whispered, as he brushed her long hair from her face to have an unobstructed view of her sucking his dick.
His already rapidly swelling dick. Miranda closed her eyes and moaned softly as he grew in her mouth. In less than a minute he was fully hard and her mouth was as stuffed as her cunt had been.
Miranda had been taking him halfway down, but now that he was at full length it was less than that. She opened wider and opening her eyes so she could stare into his she lowered her mouth, taking him deeper.
She had him two thirds of the way when she had to stop. She held him there, her tongue sliding over his shaft, reveling in the taste of her juices from his young flesh. Miranda took a breath, and angling her head, relaxed her throat and took his full length down her throat.
“Jesus!” Tristan gasped. “N… no girl’s ever been able to… oh, fuck!”
He moaned when she slipped her tongue out and licked his balls. Keeping her lips wrapped tightly around the back of his shaft, she shook her head vigorously, working his sensitive head around her hot mouth.