Speaker 1: Before we dive into today's fantasy, I want to take
a moment, just the two of us to talk about
something that could well could change or experience of pleasure forever.
Have you ever found yourself closing your eyes during a story,
feeling the words wrap around you, pulling you into a
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Now you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on
your bed. Just put your earbuds in and close your
eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice moving
over and inside you. And when you're ready to enjoy
the deep sensations of this story, just go ahead and
take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment.
Let it go with the side, letting go of any tension,
any dress. For the next thirty minutes or so, it's
just you and my voice. This is your time, your
time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time
to release that in a woman, as you listen to
my voice and feel the words caressing over your body.
Michelle paused at the bottom of the steps. It was
only a short flight, maybe four or five steps, but
the doors that stood at the top have been so
intimidating for so many years. Slowly taking each step, all
those memories come flooding back to her, the memories of
being back in high school, the noise about to the gossip,
the fun, all that so long ago. And as she
steps up to the doors and pushes them open, the
corridors seem somehow to smell the same, but they are
quiet now. Somewhere in the distance, there is music playing,
music that she remembers from the last time she was here.
But for the moment, she has somewhere else to go,
somewhere else she needs to see. Walking along the corridor,
looking at the walls and notices the more things change,
the more they stay the same, looking desperately for the
familiar door, even after all these years. She can remember
coming to this room. She can remember the lessons the teacher,
the fantasy hies she puts her home, Welcome your Monday night,
destination for selection slowed out to her of satisfaction and
listening to funk over her ears the warmth of the
teacher's voice. Mister Hawdern, or mister hard On as I
used to call him, because he permanently seemed to have
an erection. He was a fantasy of every girl in
that class, with his shoulder length, dark hair looking shaggy,
his trimmed beard as he strutted across the room in
front of all the young women, speaking French, with such passion,
with such warmth. Already Michel can feel the trembling in
her thighs, the aching and her core as memories of
him flood back into her mind. Moving into the room,
she closes the door behind her, wanting a little privacy.
The desk laid out exactly the same. The chalkboard that
was once there has been replaced, but she can still
remember his fingers tracing the wide chalk across the board.
Moving back to her desk, she pulls out to seat
and sits down. Her fingers lovingly trace over the desk,
finding her name still etched in the wood, Those long
French lessons, and how they'd filled her mind with such
desire at such a young age, such passion and such need.
She can see him now, right there in front of her. Now,
her eyes used to focus down his strong chest, across
the flat plane of his stomach, to that permanent bulge
in his pants. Now she used to wonder how that
would feel to be inside of her. As he spoke
those beautiful French words, warm and glowing, how they caressed her,
touched her in such a way she didn't know words
could touch her. As she closes her eyes, remembering the
fantasy she had of him calling her in after school,
everybody else had left the room. The school was empty
apart from the two of them, and as he leaned
over her, pointing out the errors in her French work,
she could feel the strength of his erection pushing against
her shoulder. She could smell his desire as his hard
cock throbbed against her, turning and seeing it there just
before her, his hands moving through her hair before he
leans in and kisses her deeply, lifting her up by
the back of her head and moving her on to
her desk, his hands sliding up her legs, feeling that
soft flesh along the inside of her thighs, her young
pussy aching to be touched for that very first time,
longing to be filled by his hot desire, so her
legs pull him closer. He slides his zipper down on
his pants, releasing his erection, throbbing against her clit, feeling
its warmth, that warmth for the very first time, as
he teases between her lips, looking into her eyes, knowing
this is her first time, as he thrust deep into
her pussy, stretching her lips around his girth, she gasps
and mounds of the instant pleasure cascading through her body.
Without realizing it, Michele's fingers have drifted down to her thighs,
pushing heart through her skirt, rubbing her clit at the
memories of how she wanted him to fuck her, how
she wanted him to be inside of her, to take
her virginity, And without warning, she feels an orgasm cascading
down her body, her legs trembling as she sits in
the seat, the desires from all those years ago flooding
back over her body. As her or chasm explodes deep
into her core. Gently, the music gets louder, drifting into
her memories, into her desires. Strangely, it's the same lass
song they played when she left high school. Taking a moment, panting,
letting the pleasure of her memories move over her body,
before she lifts herself on the chair, resolute that she
must attend the reunion party. Her desires satisfied for the moment,
she walks down the corridors, following the music as if
it was luring her into some dark and hidden part
of the school, and then pushing through into the main hall.
Some familiar faces and some that age so badly she
really can't remember who they are. But there over by
the makeshift bar, mister Hordurn stands. Memories flood back to
her once again, and her pussy twitch is with need.
His hair is a little grayer now, his beard more
trimmed and flecked with silver. She can notice the wrinkles
around his eyes as he smiles and laughs, something more
defined about him. He is matured into such a beautiful
man age has certainly served him well. Suddenly flooded with
a moment of self doubt, she wonders if he would
even remember her. It was so many years ago, more
years than she cares to remember, and she was only
one girl in many classes, no doubt, all of them
having fantasies about his rugged good looks and that press
erection inside his pants. She stands there for a moment,
taking in the scene. He suddenly turns and smiles at
her and waves, beckoning her over. Without thinking, she finds
her legs, carrying her over to where he stands, his
face bright and cheerful, his smile radiant, and his eyes
they still have that sparkle, They still have that magic,
that heat burning inside them. Without thinking, Michele's eyes drop
lower down over his stomach, But unfortunately, in the shadows,
she can't see whether his cock is still that hard,
And as they start to talk, the words just seem
to drift past her. All she can remember is him
speaking French. Every word he says translates into French, and
all she can hear is this beautiful French, reverberating tone
around her. Suddenly she feels his hand in hers, leading
her to the land floor, pulling her close. She can't
even hear the song, just the sound of his whispers
against her ears. Feeling him press against her is hard
cock teasing at her body. Without thinking, she lets her
hand drop down his stomach, caressing his cock through his
pants as he whispers, let's go to my classroom. Looking
up at him, she smiles gently before they kiss, their
tongues entwining, passion already beginning to burn through her body
as memories flood back of desires, of fantasies. As her
hand squeezes his cock a little harder through his pants,
feeling how swollen, how warm he is for her, Rubbing
the pad of her thumb over the end of his
cock through his pants, she smiles and whispers, let's leaving
the main hall in the reunion party long behind them,
Michel and mister Horton return to his classroom, back to
the source of her desire, her very first fantasies, her
very first crush. Closes the door behind them, locking it,
making sure that no one else can get in. This
is their time, their time to enjoy the fantasies that
have lived with Mishall for all these years. With his
fingers caress over her chin, yeating through the back of
her hair, his lips brush across hers the gentle throb
between her thighs begins to grow again. She feels her
panties already getting wet as he sucks on her lips gently,
his hands moving down slowly, unbuttoning her shirt gently. She
feels a cool air brush across her breast as he
exposes her lace brow in the unheated room. Desperately, she
fumbles for a zipper, easing her fingers inside, needing to
feel that hard length finally between her fingers. Looking up
at him as she grasps his cock card, he groans
loudly at the urgency in his body, quite definitely quite strong.
As she slides her hand up and down its shaft.
He leans back against his desk as she lowers herself
on to her knees, kissing along his length, watching every
movement across his face as her tongue licks up and
down his shaft, sucking at his length, kissing it, teasing
it with the edge of her teeth, feeling it grow
even firmer in her mouth as she slides her lips
up and down his shaft, watching him, listening to him
moan when she sucks him even deeper, her fingers caressing
his balls feeling them tighten, Knowing that he wants her
as much as she wants him. Smiling to herself, she
stands and puts her hands over his desk, leaning forward,
inviting him into her. She lifts her skirt. He moves
quickly behind her, his fingers sliding inside of her panties,
thrusting between her damp lips, massaging the inside of her
pussy as his cock twitches at her ass. Desperate, burning
with need, burning with her. She can feel him swelling
against her as his hand slide up the cheeks of
her ass, his cock teasing her lips as he pushes
deep into her pussy, his fingers sliding across the rosette
of her ass, teasing it as he fucks her deeper
and deeper. Her lips sucking at his cock, feels it
so swollen inside of her, so aching. She feels her
pussy clutching at his cock as it swells inside of her,
her lips stretched around his girth as he thrusts in
and out of her pussy. She feels her legs trembling. Already,
all this desire, all this fantasy, of all this time,
coming back right now into her body. As she feels
the trembling moving through her stomach, the swirling sensation moving
up to her breast. Louder and louders, she moans as
he fucks her herder and harder, pulling her back onto him,
his fingers sliding up and down her back, to her shoulders,
pulling her heart onto him, as his cock thrust even
deeper into a pussy, her clip sliding up and down
his shaft, her body tensing, She feels her orgasm growing already,
She feels it tensing inside her thighs, inside a pussy,
inside her breasts, waiting to release, waiting to let go,
needing to feel him come inside of her. A long last,
and as his body tenses against her pussy, she feels
his cock pulsing inside of her, warm streams of come
shooting deep into a pussy as he moans loudly, growling
with satisfaction as he shoots his load deep inside of her,
her own body responding in perfect symphony. Aching, she clutches
the side of her desk as her orgasm explodes all
along the length of his thrusting cock. Panting, she fills
him withdrawal, turning, not wanting him to leave her, she
slides around on the desk, drops between her thighs, her
legs on his shoulders as his tongue wickedly caresses her clit,
his fingers sliding deep into her pussy, the weight of
her orgasm continuing growing once again, She clutches at the
desk of his hair, anything as his eyes watch her,
that sparkle, that glow, that heat burning through her body.
As her hands move over her breast, pinching her nipples,
watching him as his tongue licks her clit, sucking it,
she feels her orgasm growing again, relentlessly burning through her body,
her legs tensing around his head, pulling him tight onto her,
pushing her pussy up, riding his lips as his fingers
push even deeper into her pussy, massaging her as she
cries his name, as she hears in whispering gentle phrases
against her pussy, the resonation in his voice vibrating against
her clit. De Chateau, Oh God Sibia, Jousseurfred Degotte, tom
vinand vonn Mabouche marb A certificiel Burtois Villa Pontis, Montan.
And she hears those beautiful words, pulsing deep inside her
pussy as she comes again, pulling him so tight onto
her pussy, as her body explodes in beautiful orgasm, as
his tongue caresses gently the waves of her orgasm slowly
descending her body trembling, her satisfaction complete for the moment
because it's gently upper sighed, her body trembling once again
with the after waves of pleasure up her stomach gently,
he kisses over her breasts, sucking teasingly on her nipples.
Her body responds, She moans loudly, gasping pleasure, moving up
and down her body still, he kisses up her neck.
She feels his throbbing cock pushing against her stomach, letting
her hand drop, she caresses it one more time. His
gentle pulses have come, spurting over her stomach. She drags
her finger through the warm cream, moving it over her lips,
sucking on her fingers, holding his gaze as she tastes
his essence, his warm passion right there on her tongue. Smiling,
she says, well, that took us long enough. He grins back,
barely able to speak. Smiling, she says, I think you
should know I've applied for a job here as assistant
to the French tutor. I have my interview tomorrow. Grinning,
he leans forward and kisses her fingers, sucking them before
kissing her deeply on the mouth, their tongues exchanging the
taste of their pleasure. So I hope you enjoyed that
little story. And next week we're going to have her, Yes,
another story. So I look forward to seeing you again
on Friday when we can get wild in bed all
over again. But for now, and always with your pleasure
in mind, this is definitely wild. Wishing you salacious dreams,
empt