Hey, a bit of mature content here, just to let you know- expect it a lot! The title would usually be 'cherry', but you'll know why it's blueberry after you read it.   Amy xx

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Jessica's POV:
Naturally, he walks us backward against his table as his lips remain latched onto mine. Picking me up by the thighs, he sits me atop his polished desk. The forwardness within each of his actions makes me all the more coy.

He takes off my jacket, and then pulls my top off too, causing me to immediately grab onto my chest to conceal my revealing bra.
Looking right at me, he gently removes my hands. My body grows hot, he's getting me completely naked.

In a swift motion, he undoes the bra strap, gesturing me to take my arms out, which I do. He throws my bra on the floor, and lowly grunts at the sight of my bare breasts. I couldn't be any more shy at this moment- my heart is literally pounding through my fragile ribcage- I swear it could burst.
He kneels down, face to face with my rising chest, and grabs my breast with one hand, as he brings his tongue to fondle with the other. My eyes shut tightly- the tingling sensation makes me blind to reality; I never want to leave the dreamland he's taken me to.

Just the simple touch of his wet tongue sends my body through pure ecstasy. He swivels his tongue in circles, making me more aroused than ever- I'm sure he can tell by my high pitched breathing.

He averts his attention to the other breast, kissing it, and slowly, whilst unbuttoning his shirt. I arch my back in ecstasy, allowing him more access. It seems the shyness is dissipating within myself because of the extraordinary feelings I'm feeling- I can't help but want more.

He throws his shirt off, revealing his well toned, beautiful torso. His skin is fair and beautiful, completely mesmerising. Although, I do notice these very light patches of darker skin dotted here and there- I should ask him about that sometime.

I shouldn't really be enjoying this tonight, I don't want to be able to remember it. However, he's making that quite hard, just his touch alone gives me goosebumps!
He stands up, kissing me once more, before pulling his trousers down, revealing his tight-fitted Calvin Klein boxers. It-it looks huge! I don't even know if I can handle it if that's just his bulge. I couldn't help but shy away from him, there's no way that can go inside of me!

"Relax," he whispers into my ear, kissing my neck, then sucking on my collar bone, I whimper as I am sure he left a hickey there. His soft, alluring kisses travel down to my stomach, and then to my throbbing area.

He slowly pulls my leggings off, revealing my black panties. He groans and his erection becomes harder. I can feel myself throbbing at the sight of his manly imprint. All of a sudden this urge gets too strong to bear, I need him.

Why's he making this so 'special' for me? Either way, he probably does the same for all the other whores he fucks- great, I'm on that list now. Just know, this is not my nature, this is just for the virginity, just for the virginity and the virginity alone. God- why am I doing this?

He slowly slides my panties midway.

"Look at that, your soaked, I did that to you?" He chuckles, yet mesmerised at the same time , causing me to blush wildly.

His long, manly fingers find their way to my womanhood. He slowly rubs my bud in a circular motion. This man has such an effect on me; fore I harshly arch my back in pure pleasure. My hips squirm at the feeling.

"Mm..." A slight moan escapes my pursed lips, as he drags his fingers down my folds slowly, rubbing ever so gently, yet so skilfully. He can do wonders.

"You like that, Miss Dalton?" He averts his eyes to mine.

"Mm-yes..." I whisper in response, my head already thrown back.

"This might hurt a little baby, relax," he groans as he slides to fingers into me, into the depth of my walls.

"A-ahh!" I screech in pain, tears immediately brimming my eyes, for I've never felt something inside of me before. This sure does hurt.

"Relax, baby, don't tense," he whispers, his soothing voice causes me to blush and calm my senses. He called me baby, oh my! Butterflies swarm around my stomach at his sexual touches.

He slowly slides his fingers out, before pumping them back into my wetness. I allow my body to relax like I was told, and already the pain subsides into complete and utter pleasure. I throb harder.

His eyebrows knit together, my mouth slightly agape. As he glides his fingers in and out at a faster pace, I moan uncontrollably whilst my breathing picks up. The soft sound of my juices flowing inside me, seeping out through each pump sends an ocean of goosebumps along my thighs. I've never felt so good in my life.

He giggles, watching my facial expressions transform, which clearly gave away how much I enjoyed that.

"Now Miss Dalton, are you still sure about this?" He says whilst sliding his jeans fully off, and propping himself up on the table too, his knees either side of my waist. How can he be so beautiful, so gorgeous, yet have the opposite fuck-a-girl-each-night personality? The way his innocent shimmering curls droop over his face, and the muscular arms to his beautifully toned abs, portray a completely different picture.
I do want this. I want him now.

"Y-yes, carry on," I respond, watching as he manoeuvres his seriously large shaft towards my womanhood. I suddenly feel a pang of hesitation.

I'm aching for him, yet frightened. I've heard the first time can hurt like a son of a bitch.

He slowly drags the tip of his member along the lips of my sex, triggering the throbbing to pulsate faster than ever before. The lust, heat and warmth of his body, meet my own as he lowers his torso onto mine. He's careful not to put all his weight on me by lifting his upper weight on his hands which are placed by my head. He's treating me like a fragile child, so careful not to hurt me.

"Mm... You smell of blueberry, Jessica," he moans into my ear, nuzzling his face in my neck.

"Y-yeah, I know," I blush with embarrassment, recalling the blueberry shower gel I used.

"I like blueberry," he whispers before removing his face from my neck.
I watch him position himself again.

My body trembles with fear, I-I'm about to lose my virginity.

Taken aback by surprise his lips crash onto mine unexpectedly, my cheeks flush with affection, only it was a distraction, for he thrusts into my walls right at that very moment. I break the kiss with a loud gasp, grasping tightly onto his broad shoulders, digging my nails into him, and arching my back in pleasure, pain and relief. I can feel him in the depths of my stomach. The skin of his member feels strange inside- yet nice? But I instantly feel discomfort, and tears begin to cascade my cheeks.

"M-Michael..." I moan in pain, feeling him deep inside me.

"You'll get used to it, baby, okay?" He reassures me. "Okay, babygirl?"

I simply nod, blushing harder at his responses to my actions. I tremble with fear, wondering whether the next thrust will apply the same amount of pain.

He moves slowly at first, easing himself in and out of me, filling me up till our bodies connected. And as I grow accustomed to the alien feeling, my hips move tentatively to meet his.
Again, he thrusts deeply into my walls, without sliding all the way out, but before I can complain, he thrusts again. As his cock rubs against my walls, I moan at the pleasurable touch. His hips move sensually in unison with mine. Truth is, I can't complain when he feels too good.

"Wasn't too bad, was it baby?" He groans into my ear still pumping in and out of me, I blush hard knowing he made it a whole lot more pleasurable for my sake.

I slowly nod with my eyes closed and bite my lip.

He slides out slowly, and thrusts into me again, but more gentle this time.

"Look at me, Jess, nothing but me," He grunts in his low, seductive voice, right after easing inside my wetness, juices seeping out of me; my body spills tears of desire.

"Mm..." I yell as he rolls his hips in circular motion, I've never felt such amazing pleasure before. My eyes lock onto his as I fulfill his command. Realistically, the slight stinging still ponders but I try to keep my mind off of it.

He pounds into me at a faster pace, the lust and passion permeating the thick air within this office. The sound of his grunts makes me feel happy his pleasure has been delivered too.

"Michael, oh yes, right there!" I speak, feeling the tip of him in my most pleasurable spot. He doesn't stop; the room echoes the sounds of my moaning and quick breathing, along with Michaels groans and grunts, and dare I say, curses.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good," he whispers in a deep voice.

I find myself tightening around his large shaft in ecstasy as my womanhood warms up.
The pleasure has reached the extent to which it is much too overbearing and I need to release myself, what is this feeling? I feel I'm in a state of pure bliss, but an urge lingers pushing me to do something.

"Fuck, Jess!" He groans as I unknowingly shoot out my pure juices onto his member, which spills onto his desk.
"Ahh!" I screech as the best and most amazing feeling of releasing this fluid from myself, my body jerking with ecstasy, I feel as if I'm in déjà vou!
Suddenly, I feel his liquid pour into my tight walls, sending me through yet another rush of blissful ecstasy, as we release together.

"Agh, yes!" He groans, tipping his head back at his own pleasure, the sweat streaming down his face to neck.

We both throw our heads back in relief. Climaxing together felt amazing and special, I didn't want it to feel that way. I wanted it to be meaningless, although it probably was for him anyway.

I can't help but say, I did enjoy this night.

Almost instantly and unexpectedly, he flips us over so I'm laying flat on his stomach. Uh-what is he doing?

He cradles my face in his palms and crashes his lips straight back onto mine. For some odd reason, I hesitate to kiss back, because the mere reason of him being much older than me makes me feel stupid. Really stupid- you don't go seeing girls my age having sex with men twice their age, let alone being their teacher.

"Was it good, blueberry?" he whispers exasperatedly in my ear.

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