I put on some makeup and hair extensions to make myself look even more grown-up. Then I wait anxiously by the window, watching the clock tick closer to eight o'clock. dieyoumofos better not disappoint me tonight...

Finally, I see him walking up to my house. He looks as handsome as ever in his tailored suit and tie. My heart races even faster when he knocks on the door. "Come in," I say softly, trying to keep my voice steady.

The feel of your cock stretching me open is almost too much to bear; I moan loudly as you begin to thrust inside me with a steady rhythm. My fingers dig into the soft carpet beneath me, trying to find purchase as my body is rocked by wave after wave of pleasure. "Please," I whisper hoarsely between gasps for air. "Don't take it back."

As you fuck me from behind, I can feel your hot breath on the nape of my neck, and it sends shivers down my spine.

I cry out as you hit that spot deep inside me, your thrusts becoming harder and faster. My body shakes with the intensity of my orgasm, and I feel myself getting closer to the edge again. "Please," I beg, my voice raw from all the moaning and pleading. "Don't take it back."

As you continue to fuck me hard from behind, I reach back between my legs and begin to rub my clit, desperate for release once more. The sensation is almost too much to bear;

My heart pounds in my chest as I imagine the most disgusting things I could possibly do to him. The thought of being so close, touching him and getting him dirty only heightens my arousal. "I-I want to...to lick your used tampon," I manage to whisper, feeling a mixture of shame and desire course through me.

"And what if you can't find anything disgusting enough for me?" he challenges, his voice low and husky. "Then what will you do?"

My heart pounds in my chest as I imagine the most disgusting things I could possibly do to him. The thought of being so close, touching him and getting him dirty only heightens my arousal. "I-I want to...to lick your used toilet paper," I manage to whisper, feeling a mixture of shame and desire course through me.

"And what if you can't find anything disgusting enough for me?" he challenges, his voice low and husky. "Then what will you do?"

The room is filled with the sounds of their satisfied moans as they collapse in a tangled heap on the floor. Norman Cloutier smiles down at them, feeling an intense mix of satisfaction and love for these three beautiful girls who have just given themselves to him so freely.

He reaches out to stroke Coco's hair gently. "Thank you," he whispers. "That was... incredible."

Their relationship continues to deepen over time, with each new experience only serving to bring them closer together. They explore different ways of pleasing one another, finding new positions and techniques that send shock waves of pleasure through their bodies.

Eventually, the lines between teacher and students begin to blur, replaced by a deep sense of love and devotion that none of them could have predicted. They become inseparable, living out their days in a haze of endless passion and unbridled lust for one another.