LOGINHeidi’s POVAll the muscles in my body pulled together at once. I pressed my lips together in an attempt to suppress a moan but it escaped anyway. Mr. Hanson’s finger continued its journey into my pussy. His eyes were locked on mine, his gaze warm and comforting.“How do you feel?” he asked, moving his fingers around a little. “You like that?”“Oh, God. Yess,” I moaned. My heart pounded in my chest. My pussy clenched around his finger as he began sliding it and out of my pussy. “You’re so wet,” he remarked. “I love that. Shows how sensitive you are.” I merely nodded, allowing myself to savor every sensation his finger offered. He started slow at first, pushing his fingers all the way insidde me before pulling it out. My hips buckled and I arched my back. I tried pressing my lips together again but it was futile. My moans filled the air as Mr. Hanson’s finger played around in my pussy. This wasn’t how I’d been expecting to spend my afternoon, but it was way better than anything I co
Heidi’s POV Two days later, I was headed to Mr. Hanson’s house to start my tutorial. That was two days that I’d spent burdened with anticipation about going over to his house, the proposed venue of the tutorial. My father had been more than willing to allow me to do it and everything had been arranged very quickly. It was late in the afternoon when we arrived the house, which was the most beautiful one I had ever seen. Even the house I lived in hadn’t been as appealing to me as the house was. As Professor Hanson and I entered the house, I found myself wondering what else about his life I was going to find appealing. His physical appearance and his home had already been ticked in that aspect. As we both left the school in his car that afternoon, we found ourselves in a conversation that was only normal for people that had known each other for a long time. By the time we arrived at the house, I felt exactly that way about him. So it didn’t surprise me at all when the time came for
Heidi’s POVI had a short battle with anxiety as I headed to school that morning. My father and I had just moved to New York and as a result, I had to change schools. The fact that I’d gone through the available information online about my new school did nothing to make me feel better. The closer I got to the school, the more agitated I became. By the time the cab dropped me off, my palms were already sweaty and my heart was almost practically flying out of my chest. Numerous students milled about, some quiet, some noisy and constituting nuisance. Paying attention to no one, I headed to the building I already knew my class was located in. I was determined to avoid any unnecessary interaction.It didn’t escape my notice that I was receiving curious and weird stares but I pretended to be oblivious because that wasn’t new to me. In my previous school, my large boobs had contributed greatly in making me a well known figure.“Titty Heidi,” they used to call me. It was a nickname I hated,
Hannah’s POV “Oh, fuck,” I moaned as I felt Father Gabriel’s cock driving deep into my pussy. “That feels so fucking good.”I felt myself tightening around him as my pussy tried to adjust to the invasion of his massive length. A groan tore away from my throat as I pressed myself down on him until he was fully buried inside him. I remained like that for a few delightful seconds, giving both of us time to adjust to the incredible feeling of having our sex organs connected so intimately. Then, slowly and deliberately, I started gliding my pussy up and down his length. A burst of pleasure traveled up my body, making me cling onto him.With my arms around his neck, I lifted my ass and sat back down on him. I did it again. And again. And again. My breath hitched as I continued doing it, my moans renting the air around us. Father Gabriel’s strong hands guided my waist to move up and down, adding more force to my movements. His cock seemed to grow harder inside me, and I could feel it in e
Hannah’s POV It took me two days to finally get the chance to correct what I didn’t want to be the new status quo. Prior to that, I’d spent hours plotting how I wanted things to go. If all went well, I would have Father Gabriel groaning my name and begging for rejecting me earlier.I left home during the earlier parts of the evening, an hour before Lisa was due to return from work. I didn’t tell her about what happened with the priest, even when she’d noticed that something was wrong and asked me about it. Even with the amount of pressure she put on me to talk, I made sure I stuck to my silence. I was too embarrassed by what had happened to share it with anyone, even it that person was Lisa. The previous night, she had revealed to me that she broke up with her boyfriend and was now officially single again. We drank to that, laughing about how stupid men were to allow themselves to be controlled by the flesh between their legs. Lisa had been so cheerful that it was hard to imagine th
Hannah’s POV The days went by quickly and it was Sunday again. My pulse was racing as I got dressed that night, ready to go to church for a repeat of what happened the previous Sunday. It had been all I could think of since Wednesday. And now that the time arrived, I could barely keep my heart in my chest. Lisa wasn’t home when I got ready to leave, which was unusual of her. I was still deliberating calling her to let her know where I was going when I heard the door opening.Lisa walked in, her eyes showing just how much sleep she needed. She stopped in her tracks when her gaze fell on me. “Off to receive another private ministration, aren’t you?” “Something like that,” I said, unable to hold back my giggles. Lisa merely nodded and she started taking off her clothes. I knew immediately that something was wrong. That wasn’t the Lisa I knew, the Lisa that would fill my ears with teasing statements until I was redder than a tomato.“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I asked, my brows furro







