Sinking helpless when she feels it’s no use, but finding new strength when I flex my length, letting her feel just how far she’s come.
How far I’m about to come inside her.
But only once I’ve felt and seen her cream all over my aching cock.
I can feel her legs shaking, wanting to buckle. My own are set firm, and my tight, rigid thighs catch her softness.
The feeling of her against me is almost as powerful as the feeling of myself inside her.
As small as she is, we’re the perfect fit. Sheree is way more flexible than she knows, and it pleasantly surprises her once I’m balls deep inside her.
The flush of warmth of her tightness over my cock signals that she’s more than ready for the next stage of her lesson.
“Holy fuck.” She shivers, her teeth chattering, her whole body trembling on tippy toes. Her whole weight balanced on the hard and deeply penetrating angle of my cock inside her.
I rub her back now, relaxing her into it as I feel myself letting go.
I was sure I’d explode as soon as I was inside her to the hilt.
But I’m determined more than ever to make her come for me first, let her feel just how much she deserves as my queen before I sire our lineage deep inside her sweet womb.
Her gasps and whimpers become low hums and sweet moans.
“I… I did it…” she says with some pride in her trembling voice, wincing a little now and then, but taking all of me like I knew she could.
Her scarf is tracing across her back as I start to slowly glide in and out of her fully stretched entrance.
The sight of her milky essence glistening on my shaft makes me growl with pleasure, my swollen head pulsing inside her with each thrust as we pick up the pace I let her set.
Her hand reaches behind her and finds the scarf, and I watch my hands take it from her and bind her hands together behind her back.
She hums, pushing back faster and harder onto me, gasping again as I tighten the knot, gripping both her arms behind her using the scarf.
She’s purring like a kitten now, and I can feel her climax not far off.
The heat from her pussy driving rivulets of her arousal down her legs onto mine.
I can sense how ready she is, how fertile her body is.
How perfect all this is.
With one hand on the scarf, pulling her towards me with increasing power each stroke, I reach around for her chest. Thumbing her nipples as I lean over, getting a view I’ll never forget, and feeling my seed drawing up like water from a well.
The sound of her own increasing heat. The sight of her pendulous breasts bouncing against the wooden desk and my cock like a slick piston pumping in and out, in and out as she starts to cry out in pleasure.
I know it’s time.
Her whole body shakes. Quaking with the beginnings of her biggest orgasm yet.
I hear the blood rushing in my ears and a huge pressure that suddenly gives way, like a bubble we’ve been in has suddenly popped.
The muffled sounds around us are her own impassioned voice, calling my name and my own growling hers.
Telling her how much she needs this. Almost shouting at her to come on my cock as I fill her with my seed.
Commanding her to cream all over me as I feel both of us begin to erupt, uncontrollably. Powerfully.
Beautifully.
It’s the most intense moment of my entire life, and all the emotion of not just years teaching her, but the emotion of years without knowing this feeling finally take hold.
I feel her yielding to me, and I to her.
Both of us are aware of something else too.
Another part of our union just now.
I don’t know why or even how I’d think of it. But I somehow just know.
We both do.
We’ve come together, and just in time.
My seed was sown inside her. One that will take root. One that will hold.
The seed of our future together. As a family.
I don’t know how long I stand there. My legs eventually go numb and Sheree finally stops her little jerks and jolts.
I stay inside her, my rod still thick with plenty of hardness. Keeping her full as I flex inside her, letting her know I’m here.
All of this is real.
Aware of our breathing slowing to the point where she can talk, she giggles.
“Can you untie me now, Houdini?” she asks, shuddering again as I loosen my grip as well as the knot.
Once her scarf falls free, I slide out of her, noting her sigh of disapproval and the pout she gives me once I turn her to face me.
I lift her into my arms, feeling her whole body tremble as I take the burden of having to stand from her.