Part 3: Creampie | Breeding | Virgin | Older/Younger

Part 3: Virgin Ballet Brat Gets Her Pussy Filled With Cum From Her Older Stern Coach!

Part 3:

He pushed over the flat, freshly-shaven mound of my pussy and slipped over my swelling clit until he was massaging my groove.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on his finger as it teased the wetness from my O, splaying it back up my lips until my pussy was wet with delight.

He dropped to his knees and kissed down my back, dragging my clothes the rest of the way until they sat just above my socks. He started to kiss and bite at my ass, opening my cheeks so he could stare into the forbidden recess below.

“That’s a cute pussy,” he whispered, then he pushed his face into my ass and gave it a gentle lick.

I let out a cry and stumbled over to the mirror, putting my hands on the vanity and pushing my ass out even further. I could feel his nose pressing against my tight knot, and then I felt his tongue searching forwards and tickling up the velvet skin of my virgin sex.

“I want you,” I cried, closing my eyes hard with sexual frustration.

“You’re going to get me,” he said, his words echoing out off my skin.

He lunged forwards and sucked at my pussy as I pushed out towards him, bending over as much as I could so he could really get in there.

It felt amazing to have him buried between my cheeks like that, and part of me never wanted it to end. Before long though his impatience had grown and he was standing up and unfastening his belt.

I quickly set about removing the rest of my outfit, slipping my shoes off and then dragging my socks and one-piece off my ankles.

In my periphery I saw something swing at his midriff, causing me to double-take. When my eyes focused my jaw dropped open as I stared at his forbidden length. He looked impressively big, his cock lurching out from his body like I was supposed to hang my clothes off it.

I stood up, mesmerized, and bit a finger as I stared at it. He was still pulling his trousers off his ankles when he caught me watching.

“See something you like?” he said now, composing himself and putting his hands on his hips. He knew full-well that the sight was turning me on.

He posed for a moment, letting his cock jut out from his body powerfully. The veins were embossed up its length, feeding the arousal that surged through him. It looked big and dangerous when he finally wrapped his hands around it, and when he let off one long, slow pump of it through his fist I damn-near lost my mind.

I leant back on the vanity and found my hand wandering to my sex all by itself. David continued to move his hand over his cock and my fingers moved slowly towards my slit, closing my eyes as I squeezed my breast and rubbed down over my wet petals.

When I opened my eyes it was with a dirty smirk, looking across at him as he played too. Soon the both of us were masturbating and watching the other, driving each other slowly wild as the desire between us mounted.

As I rubbed over my lips he moved closer, step-by-step, and each time he shuffled forwards I let out a little whimper of lust.

“Come get it,” I snarled, opening my legs a little wider and seeing his eyes dart to my sinful folds.

He fell to his knees and stalked forwards, making the last few yards on all-fours. I knew if he kept moving like that his face would slip right onto my pussy. I couldn’t wait any longer.

He came closer now and I brought my hand away, keeping my legs split and gripping tight to the table. I stared down and took a breath in, holding it as he approached and my stomach fluttered.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered quickly, and moments afterwards I felt his lips clasp over my loose flesh.

“David!” I cried, closing my eyes tight and gasping them open as my breath raced away from me. He French-kissed me over and over, sending his tongue searching forwards and slithering it all over my wet flesh. My pussy was soaked with lust and he slipped around it with ease, teasing inside my tight O and then circling my swollen clit over and over.

In no time at all I was a trembling wreck, searching my hands outwards and knocking over all manner of cosmetics and make-up. In the melee David stayed fast, clamped over my pussy. He could suck my clit into his mouth and pinch his lips over it, then let it slip from his mouth before burying his tongue inside my sticky O.

His hands wrapped up around my thigh and he squeezed my leg as he pushed onto me, lapping my folds over and over with an experience that was quickly getting me off.

I could feel the orgasm building powerfully and I could scarcely control myself, sucking in big gasps of air that I’d hold for as long as I could.

Each time I exhaled I seemed to ignite a greater passion inside me until I was panting with lust and fending off the climax.

My vision clouded and colored and the bright lights of the room fell away, leaving just my lust and rapture in its wake.

“I’m gonna come,” I whispered, and I looked down and made eye-contact with David.

I could see from his eyes that he was smiling, but his mouth was doing something different entirely. As he held my gaze his tongue darted around my clit, tickling it tenderly and then viciously until I was crying out with glee.

“I’m gonna come on your face,” I whimpered, looking down at him. He showed no sign of letting up, instead teasing a finger through my tight slit to encourage me.

I felt my pussy tighten around him and then I lost myself. My thighs trembled wildly as he gripped them, and I felt my pussy begin to throb and convulse.

“Oh, David!” I cried, squeezing at my tits as the sensation became too much.

The whole time I came he stayed on me, enveloping my pussy with his dirty mouth and guiding me masterfully through my release. The climax was unlike any other and I guess that was to be expected. It isn’t every day that a man twice your age makes you come like that.

As the orgasm subsided I vowed to do anything to please him in return. My whole life it was the only thing I’d ever wanted to do and now suddenly he had pleased me better than anyone ever had before.

He pulled off me finally and I could still sense the spasms shuddering through me. He leant back to admire his work, looking at my pussy that moved subtly as the muscle inside it calmed.

“How did you do that?” I asked, breathless. My hand slipped down my face and I shot a jet of air up at my hair…

Concluded In Part 4 …