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to download the app. Thank you for listening, and thank you for staying with me. So for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. 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 stress. 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, the bout 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 fantasies. Hi she puts her your Monday night destination for seleation, slowed out to her of satisfaction, and listening to far
over her ears the warmth of the teacher's voice. Mister Hardern, or mister Hardon, as they 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 in her core, and as memories of him flood back into her mind. Moving into the room, she closes the door behind her, wanting a little privacy. The desol laid out exactly the same. The jewelboard that was once there has been replaced, but she can still remember is fingers tracing the white 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 onto 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 desires. Her legs pull him closer. He slides his zipper down on his pants, releasing his erection throbbing against her clead, feeling its warmth, that warmth for the very first time, as he teases between her lips, looking into her eyes, ohing 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 orgasm explodes deep into her core. Gently, the music
gets louder, drifting into her memories, into her desires. Strangely, it's the same last 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 have age so badly she really can't remember who they are. But there over by the makeshift bar, mister Horturn 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 pressing 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 and his eyes they still have that sparkle, They still have that magic that heat burning inside them. Without thinking, Michelle'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 Hortone 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 Michell for all these years. With his fingers caress over her chin, yeasing 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, but 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 bar 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 hard, he groans
loudly at the urgency in his body. Quite definitely, quite strong, as she slides her hand up and down his 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 flicks 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, but she sucks him even deeper, her fingers caressing his bulls, 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 urgency. She can feel him swelling against her as his hand slide up with 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 ache. 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 a trembling moving through her stomach, the swirling sensation moving up to her breast, louder and loud as she moans as he fucks her hearder and harder, pulling her back onto him, his fingers sliding up and down her back, around 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 olchasm growing already. She feels it tensing inside her thighs, inside her pussy, inside her breast, waiting to release, waiting to let go, needing to feel and 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 have come, shooting deep into a pussy as he moans loudly, growling with satisfaction as he shoots his low 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. Phanting, she fills
him withdrawal. Turning, not wanting him to leave her, she slides around on the desk while he drops between her thighs, her legs on his shoulders as his tongue wickedly caresses her clip, his fingers sliding deep into a pussy, the weight of her orgasm continuing growing once again, she clutches at the desk, at 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 clat sucking it, she feels her orgasm growing again, relentlessly burning
through her body. Her legs tensing around his head, pulling him tight her 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 him whispering gentle phrases against her pussy, the resonation in his voice vibrating against her cleat de chateau, Oh God, sibian, joussoufreid de grtte tom vienand ma bouche mar but a
certificiel patois via pontis montant. She hears those beautiful words, pulsing deep inside her pussy as she comes again, pulling him so tight onto a 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, He kisses gently up her thighs, 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, but 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, Igorin's bag. Barely able to speak, smiling, she says, I think you should know I've applied for a job here as assistant to the friend 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 Devil in Wild, wishing you salacious dreams.
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