by Candy Quinn
The Innocent Tease - Book 4
Book Themes:
Impregnating Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Blowjobs, Simultaneous Orgasm, Pregnancy Sex, and Breeding
Word Count:
5,388
Amy was left braless, pantiless and sore by the activities of the day, but more than that, she was happy. She’d gotten what she was after, and her dream job was now hers; an assistant teacher working under her crush, Mr. Muran.
Despite how long the day had been, and how physically exhausting it’d been fucking her way to her answer, she practically skipped her way back to town through the woods. All the way, her mind rang with the joy of knowing she’d not have to go back to work at the farm, that she’d have a career doing what she loved instead.
Right alongside the man she fancied.
On her way back through town, she met some of the smiling faces of the other townsfolk. They appeared more chipper and gossipy than usual, she noted, more of them stopping to try and chat with her. She’d not experienced such enthusiasm from them since her father pulled the two of them back after her mother’s death.
She had no time for chit chat, however, and she politely excused herself each time to make her way to the school house.
Class was already ended by the time she got there, the students already gone, and — she worried — so might Mr. Muran.
Entering into the building, she called out through its simple halls.
“Mr. Muran?” her words echoing through the corridors. There were only a few classrooms, the town just wasn’t that big after all. So it didn’t take long for him to hear and respond.
“Back here in the classroom, Amy,” he called back from behind his desk, grading some tests.
She couldn’t help it. She ran, her smile so bright and enthusiastic as she came to the door, skidding to a stop as she held onto the frame, her maryjanes slipping a bit on the floor.
“Mr. Muran!” she panted, her cheeks red and her large, braless breasts heaving from the jog. “They said yes!”
Her french braid was messed up, brown hair a little fuzzy along it, her navy skirt clasped around her hips and her socks pulled up high. None of her clothing fit all that well, the busty young woman almost bursting out of her near see-through top, but her tanned cheeks were flushed with innocent excitement.
Her teacher was such a handsome man, tall and broad shouldered, but lean and good looking. He had short hair that looked so much more styled than the other men of the town, and glasses that clearly came from a boutique of some sort well beyond their town’s limits.
Dressed in his nice sport coat and tie, he looked up at her from his desk with surprise. Finding that busty young woman panting and grinning at him so excitedly.
Though even the lewd sight of her didn’t distract him too long from his own excitement at her words.
“They did?” he said, standing up, placing down his pen. “That’s… that’s great!” he exclaimed, pushing back his chair and moving to her with open arms. “Congratulations Amy!”
“Thank you!” she said, bounding into the room, her breasts jostling before she wrapped her arms around him tightly, her fresh scent of the lake and spring air mingling with something more carnal. Something she didn’t even know about until he’d set her on her task.
He could feel those thick, supple mounds press into him, detect that scent on her, and as they embraced his hug went from innocent to… something a little more. His hands dipped down to the edge of her skirt and he pulled back to look her over. Able to see her breasts so clearly without her bra beneath that top, the pink of her areolas showing through.
“You have become such a woman, Amy,” he said approvingly, his handsome face stretched into a warm, almost fatherly smile. “And I was lucky enough to see it happen here in my classroom.”
She didn’t pull away from him, her excitement almost too much to contain, causing her to bounce before his very eyes. Those ripe breasts of hers rose and fell in her enthusiastic vibrations, unable to stand still for even a second.
“I just can’t wait to start!” she said, before that frown marked her lips. “I guess not until school’s back in session though,” she pouted.
“Well,” Mr. Muran said, hesitant but then reaching one hand up from her backside along her nipped-in waist, brushing alongside her hefty breast. “We can take the summer for… special lessons, y’know? To prepare you for your new work,” he offered, licking his lips as he watched her. Those full breasts bouncing before his very eyes.
“How does that sound, Amy?” he asked with an expectant smile.
And she was nodding before he even finished his sentences, thrilled with the prospect. She’d always been the teacher’s pet, had such a crush on him for years, and being able to work alongside him for ever was a prospect she couldn’t have been happier about.
So she looked up at him with sparkling blue eyes, only vaguely aware of the way his hand was playing against her body.
His strong hand was brushing alongside her thick breast, and the older man couldn’t help himself. She felt so delightfully soft yet supple, so perfectly feminine and nubile. He was enamoured with every little bit of her.
“It’s hard not to see you as such a beautiful young woman now, Amy,” he remarked, licking his lips again slowly, habitually. “And to notice how much my own feelings have changed,” he said, looking down over her.
“Changed?”
She seemed... worried! Frantic even. Despite the closeness, the way he looked at her, she was still too frightened at the possibility of losing him, of what they could have had. She was too innocent to realize that he meant: changed for the better.
She stood up straight, her head cocked and her french braid trailing over the large swell of her breast.
Staring at those two thick mounds, so clearly visible through her top, he couldn’t help it. He swallowed anxiously and squeezed her hip and the side of her bust in his two hands and shook his head.
“I dunno if I’ll be able to stand teaching you all summer, just… just the two of us,” he said, struggling with his own moral compass as he stared at her beautiful figure, drawing his eyes slowly back up to her face.
But Amy looked... crushed by that!
It was hard to even comprehend the swirl of her emotions, of how rejected she felt for those moments, even as he helped himself to her body in such a casual manner.
“Mr. Muran,” she said softly, her voice so crestfallen. “I swear, I’ll be the best student.”
His brow furrowed, his handsome, strong-jawed face looked so troubled.
“No, it’s not that, Amy,” he said with such concern, holding her in his arms still. “I just… I don’t know if I can teach you any longer and be responsible about it. It’s… it’s so hard,” he remarked, struggling with how to explain his lust for the young woman in a way that wasn’t crass and lewd.
“Responsible?” she asked, clearly not understanding what he was saying. Her hands went to his chest, concern on her face as she looked up at him. “Mr. Muran, I believe in you. I think we’ll work together really great.”
His two hands grasped her tight, pulling her against him as he trembled a little, unable to help himself.
“Ohh Amy,” he muttered lowly. “I can’t be around you all summer, just the two of us… not with the beautiful young woman you’ve become,” he looked down her top, through the open buttons. “I won’t be able to restrain myself,” he said frankly.
“Restrain,” she paused, “yourself?”
She licked her lips.
Her body, if not her mind, understood what was happening, what he was getting at. Her skin prickled beneath her blouse, the nipples stiffening so obviously as they showed through the translucent white.
“I just...” she paused again, “I just don’t want to spend all summer without you,” she asked, more than stated.
“Amy…” he murmured again, wanting so badly to kiss her lips. “You’re not my student any longer, not officially at l
east. But I want to be with you in a way that teacher and student shouldn’t ever be,” he said, his thumb daring to rub along the mound of her breast just a little, sampling that young, supple flesh.
“I won’t be able to think straight as long as you’re here with me, and I can’t touch you… feel you,” he swallowed anxiously, “have you.”
Her bright blue eyes widened, her plush lips falling open in shock as she looked at her handsome teacher. The man she’d had a crush on for years, the one she thought of when she was falling asleep, and the one who was on her mind upon waking.
“You... want me?” she asked softly, nervously.
“So badly Amy,” he said, his other hand sliding back from her hip to her ass just a little, stroking the curve of that ample backside as he fondled her breast in the front. “I thought I could resist, but… seeing you now,” his eyes flashed wide. “I need you,” he stated firm, his voice so rough with lust. “I need to know what it’s like inside you.”
She couldn’t believe her ears. Her heart was racing, so much excitement and affection bubbling over. Those other men, the ones who had touched her, sullied her, given her such thrills and pleasure, they were all different.
Mr. Muran was the one who could make her belly flip and her breath catch in her throat, and she stared up at him, stunned for such a long few seconds before she brazenly pushed her mouth to his.
He grasped her tight then, their lips mingling, his tongue shoving past her lips to fence with hers. His hand slid down around her ass then up in under her skirt to touch her bare ass. He helped lift her that bit of extra height to add in their making out, though it wasn’t long before her ravenous teacher tugged at her shirt in his excitement, popping the buttons apart to free her heavy tits and squeeze that supple mound within, letting his fingers sink into its young flesh.
She squeezed herself against him, her entire body rubbing against his as she kissed him harder, more passionately. For years she’d fantasized about what he’d taste like, how he would kiss, and though her own touches were a bit more furtive and much less refined, there was a desire there that exceeded his own.
Fingers moved to his neck, arms wrapped about his as she pressed her heavy breast into his palm.
She’d fucked three men that day, the only three men she’d ever screwed. But then at the end, her teacher, her true and greatest crush, was grasping her, holding her so tight, his hands upon her bare flesh as he kneaded her breast and squeezed her ass.
Their mouths intertwined for so long, tongues lashing against one another again, and again. Until finally, he broke away and looked down over her exposed chest, the tanlines that showed her pale tits meeting her sunkissed flesh.
Without warning, he began to pull off his jacket, loosen his tie.
“I need to have you, Amy. Right now,” he said as he pulled open his shirt, showing his lean muscled chest, peppered with dark brown hair. He was so hard, the bulge seemed to threaten to burst through his trousers.
Her eyes widened, drinking him all in with such thirst for him, for his body, and her hands went to his exposed chest eagerly. With her other lovers, she’d been soft, slow. Like an object to be used, that derived pleasure from obedience.
But with him, her curiosity and longing had burned within her for so many years, she couldn’t hold back her desire to explore him, fingertips running along his chest, over his hair, such reverence there.
He wasn’t as big and muscular as Mr. Kerny, but he was lean and hard, his body felt so cool beneath her fingers, and she watched as he undid his belt and lowered his pants. The bulge in his underwear prominent.
“C’mon,” he said and pushed his exam papers from his desk, making room for her as he guided her there to sit. “I need you so bad, Amy,” he said heatedly.
She’d only lost her virginity earlier that day, but already she was learning. Or, perhaps, she simply wanted him so badly that she instinctually knew what to do, and she brought her fingertips to that bulge. Her legs spread atop his desk, her sweet pussy kissing his wood as her school skirt rose up over her hips, exposing that red, flush little slit.
Mr. Muran groaned lewdly as she rubbed at his cock through his cotton underwear, and he chased her lips, kissing at her madly as she reached in and pulled his manhood free. He was so thick and hard, his dick throbbing with its veiny length heated and stiff as timber.
“You have no idea how badly I have been wanting to do this with you, Amy,” he said, sliding one hand up her thigh, lifting her skirt to expose her bare pussy below, the other fondling her thick, young tit, hefting its impressive weight. “I’ve fantasized about having you atop this very desk every day for so long,” he said in a deep husk.
She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t.
There was no way she could easily accept that he was as enamoured with her as she was with him, but it didn’t matter. She clumsily stroked him, her motions so beguiling in her naivety as she squirmed atop his desk.
She was splayed before him, her swollen pussy red with need, and she tilted her head back as he kissed lower over her throat.
“Mr. Muran,” she whimpered. “Me too!”
That confession of hers made him moan, the low sound becoming a growl almost as he bit and kissed his way down her neck, making his way toward her twin tits. Those two heavy jugs the object of his affection then as he lifted one and suckled at it hungrily, prolonguing the entry of his manhood into her pussy that much achingly longer.
His hungry mouth made that mound of flesh jiggle as he suckled her sensitive teat. He’d not been the first to do it that very day, but when he did it was somehow more special.
And not just for how he swirled around the crowned top, the ease in which he suckled her to fullness. It was the affection, the true desire beneath it. To him, she wasn’t just a woman following her mother’s shadow, but her own person.
Her fingers went to his hair, pressing him into her soft breast harder as she ground atop the table, filled with such wanton lust. She was making a mess, her pussy juices staining the desk, but it didn’t matter to either of them.
Her teacher was touching her, tasting her! And she could feel his manhood throb so excitedly for her, spurting its slick precum in anticipation of when he’d finally slide into her raw pussy. The two of them were quivering with anticipation for that moment, but Mr. Muran was insatiable for her tits.
He switched from one teat to the other, suckling that to full stiffness and making her mewl and squeal in the process. It was only after a long, enthusiastic suckling that he at last pulled away and gently guided her back.
“I need to be inside you Amy,” and his eyes went over her, drifted on down to see the sight of her bare little pussy, not even her panties covering those puffy red lips, so sore from the three other men who had pumped and fucked it that day.
And though she was tender, there was nothing that could make her want for him less. The heels of her maryjanes lifted, hooking into the desk as her soft ass moved forward, bringing her pussy just off of the desk as she looked at him with such animal lust.
She touched his dick, using it to tug him closer, pressing the crown to her puffy, swollen slit.
At the feel of her slick, bare pussy against his dick, Mr. Muran shuddered before her. His eyes rolled back and he clung to her so tight, as if trying to find some measure of restraint to resist, but coming up with none.
“I shouldn’t,” was all he muttered, but he did. He did it so deliciously, sinking that dick into her tight little cunny. The fourth man that day, but the most special by far.
His shaft throbbed so thickly, and he moaned aloud with excitement, unable to helping rocking his hips, giving her a first pump of his dick as he struggled to continue kissing her amid their first fucking.
Oh, she was so tender, and it caused her to gasp and retreat a little, but she was hooked into the desk, holding herself against him as much as she could as he pushed that throbbing shaft into her. He was such a beautiful, masculine specimen, and it w
as all happening so fast, but she didn’t care.
She couldn’t wait another second for him, her entire body filled with so much lust, her mind hazed with love.
His shirt slipped from his shoulders and hung from his elbows as he began to pump into her more regularly. His hips working, that round ass of his rising as his abs tensed and undulated. He was fucking her with such raw passion, because he wanted her and had for some time.
All the while she saw that beautiful male physique of his rock into her, his pace grew, his hands grasping a hold of her thigh and breast, pressing her back to the desk as he grew more and more insatiable.
“Fuck I’ve never felt so good in all my life,” he choked out in a groan that made his body shudder.
She leaned back fully on the desk, her back pressed into his papers as he grabbed her thighs, equally pulling her into him and thrusting into her. Each smack brought a little gasp of pain, but she couldn’t help but want more, to feel him so fully, into the hidden depths of her body.
“Mr. Muran,” she moaned, her skirt flipped up over her stomach.
He groaned so lewdly, his face contorted with overwhelming pleasure as the sounds of their fucking filled the classroom. The same place she’d spent so many years learning under him, now she was pinned beneath him, taking his cock in deep.
Her breasts jiggled before him, each new hammer thrust of his dick making her chest ripple. He forced his eyes open to watch that delicious motion as best he could, though it only heightened his own arousal, made him tremble, his dick swell and spurt pre.
“I dunno how much longer I can last,” he groaned out, the pleasure such a strain on his body. He was racked by the sensations.
And though she wanted it to last so much longer, to feel him riding into her so deeply, it was hard for her to fight her own need. The fact that she was so sore, of course, but also her desire to see him pleased. To watch his face contort in ecstasy and feel him pound into her, battering against her depths.
She squealed at the thought, as he tugged her closer again, her large breasts bouncing with every thrust as she was only able to make out a strained, “Yess!”
