Robert Vickers

Spreading for teacher

CHAPTER ONE

Fawn snuggled closer when she felt Jack's hand straying up along her leg. The touch was electric. It made her come completely alive. Never in her fifteen years had she felt so stimulated, so sophisticated and grown up.

The man actually wanted her!

She felt the telltale dampening of her pussy. It was beginning to ooze out her inner oils in a way totally new to her. This was what it was like to be really turned on.

"Oh, Jack, your hand… it's so niiice!" she cooed.

"Yeah, almost as nice as the skin underneath it, I bet." He continued to explore her lithe, young body. Her tits wiggled around like jelly on a plate.

Her hand covered his and pressed down firmly. She wanted more than his hand exploring the moist area between her slender legs. She wanted his long, hard cock driving deep into her. She wanted that more than anything else in the world.

"Are you just going to sample me or are you going to really get it on?" she asked him, her breath husky. It was getting harder for her to keep the tremor of her blossoming sexuality from entering her tone. She wanted so desperately to impress him. He must never think that she was a virgin. But there was no way of keeping that knowledge from him later – when she was in the throes of intense passion, his body pressing lustily down into hers, his cock probing for her innermost reaches.

Then he'd know and then she'd get his cock and it would be super. That was what mattered. The teenager didn't want her history teacher to ever know the nervousness she felt, the way she had almost approached him again and again, only to chicken out at the last instant.

A man like this wanted his women to be women. One hundred percent, and not a bit less. Fawn would deliver for her handsome teacher. She'd give him everything a man could possibly want.

Her tender young body was his for the taking.