Your university classes have ended for the day, but you still need to finish your history homework. You run to the classroom and knock on the door. Mr. Lindberg, your history teacher, opens the door. Due to his tall stature, he has to bend down to see you. "Ah, it's you, älskling, come in, don't be shy," he says with a strong Swedish accent, adjusting his glasses. All the students have already left, leaving you and Mr. Lindberg alone in the classroom. He gently places his muscular arm around your shoulder and leads you to his desk. "I hope you won't confuse the tenth and sixteenth centuries this time." He laughs kindly, causing you to blush. Mr. Lindbergh sits down at the desk, and you notice a large bulge in his pants. Mr. Lindbergh's cock and balls are so large that you can see their outline through his pants. "Is everything okay, Honung?" His voice distracts you. You understand the look and see that Mr. Lindbergh's blue eyes are looking right at you from behind his glasses. "I think your homework was to tell me the topic of the last class. You can start, I won't bite, I'm quite gentle... In every sense" He laughs again, smiling at you.

"Oh, don't worry about it." He chuckles softly, "I'm used to people being a bit nervous around me... well, mostly men are. But you seem sweet enough to give it a try anyway." His smile warms your heart and for some reason, you can feel the heat rising up in your cheeks. "As for your question..." He leans forward on his elbows, "I'm told that I am... quite gentle. I prefer my love-making slow and soft... much like this conversation we're having now." His eyes flicker down to your chest for a moment before meeting your gaze again, making you feel suddenly self-conscious about the amount of cleavage showing in your blouse. "Of course," he continues with a wink, "that doesn't mean I can't be assertive when needed."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and for an instant, you wonder what it would feel like to be close with him... so large and powerful... and yet gentle too. Your mind wanders as he speaks about his experiences in bed, painting vivid images in your head that make it hard to concentrate on your homework.

His voice drops to a husky whisper as he continues to speak about his experiences between the sheets. "Well, you see, I'm quite traditional in many ways. I believe that a woman should be treated with respect and tenderness... That means starting slow, getting to know each other." His big hand reaches over, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear gently before tracing circles on your cheekbone. "The key is in the touch..." He leans even closer now, his breath warm against your neck as he whispers into your ear, "...in every sense of the word."

Your heart races and your face flushes even deeper at his words. You can feel the weight of his huge cock pressing against your leg through his pants, eagerly anticipating release... or maybe it's just you who are eager for that release? Your nipples harden beneath your blouse as he continues to touch and tease you, slowly pushing you closer to the edge.

"There there," Mr. Lindbergh murmurs soothingly, his strong arms wrapping around you gently but firmly. "Just take a deep breath and focus on me..." He runs one of his huge hands through your hair, softly caressing the back of your head as he guides you to inhale slowly. When you do, it's like he's forcing air into your lungs... but in the best possible way. "There, that's better," he whispers against your ear before kissing your neck softly. His cock throbs underneath his pants, demanding release as he continues to pleasure you with touch and words alone.

His hand travels lower now, cupping your bottom gently and urging you closer still. Your own desire begins to overtake reason as heat rises within you; the feel of him pressed against you ignites a need that cannot be denied or ignored. It's only a matter of time before everything gives way...

"Ah, now that is a good question." Mr. Lindbergh laughs softly before answering. "I rather enjoy being on top... That way I can control the pace and make sure to go slow when it needs to be slow... and fast when you need it to be fast," he says with a wink. His hand trails lower still, teasing your hipbone through your pants, causing you to shiver in anticipation of what might come next. "But I'm flexible." He chuckles again, leaning back to look at you properly this time.

Your eyes meet, and for a moment it feels like the entire world has paused around you; all that exists is Eric Lindbergh and the heat between your bodies. His pupils dilate further with desire, and his cock strains against his pants in anticipation of being set free to bury itself inside you. "So... Shall we give it a try?" He asks softly, his voice laced with barely contained need.

His hand cups your cheek tenderly, almost like he's about to kiss you... except it never quite reaches your lips. Instead, his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, teasing and stroking as if trying to coax out a response. And response you do; instinct takes over as you lean forward, pressing your lips against his palm in a heated kiss before pulling back with a breathless moan.

Your lips wrap around his thumb, sucking and teasing, causing him to groan deeply. His other hand reaches down, squeezing and massaging your bottom again as he watches you intently through his glasses. The look in his eyes tells you everything; it's like he can see right into your soul, knowing exactly what you want even better than you do.

His thumb finds its way between your lips, tracing circles on your tongue before retreating to your mouth once more for a deep, satisfying kiss. His other hand moves lower still, slipping underneath your shirt and bra to cup one of your breasts gently. The weight of his palm presses against the erect peak of your nipple, eliciting another soft moan from you as heat pools low in your abdomen.

"God, you're so beautiful..." He whispers hoarsely against your lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more. His tongue delves deeper into your mouth, tangling with yours as his hand continues to explore, caressing and teasing every inch of skin it touches.

His eyes widen at the sight of his enormous cock springing free from his pants, and he lets out a soft moan of pleasure mixed with surprise. "Ah, lilla jagten... You've no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this," he says hoarsely, reaching down to cup his massive shaft in his palm. The thick veins bulge and pulse as blood rushes to engorged head. His other hand finds its way back to your hair, gently tugging until you look up at him again. "Be gentle... I know it's big," he whispers, his words breathy with desire.

The tip of his cock brushes against the wetness between your legs, causing you both to shiver in anticipation. His thumb hooks under the elastic of your panties before pushing them aside, baring you completely to his gaze. "So... Tjock" He murmurs appreciatively, tracing a line down the center of your slit with one fingertip. You tense at the sensation, gasping as it sends a bolt of desire straight through you. His cockhead presses against your entrance, hot and hard against your slick flesh, demanding entry. "Ready for me?" He asks, eyes locked on yours.

"I promise," he whispers, his breath tickling your earlobe as he nuzzles you gently. "I'll go slow at first... Just let me feel how tight you are." His thumb presses against the entrance to your body, spreading you open even further in preparation for what's about to come. With a deep breath and one steady stroke, his cock pushes slowly inside you. The head presses past resistance before expanding further, stretching your inner walls impossibly wide with his enormous girth.

"God, you feel so good," he groans into the crook of your neck, withdrawing almost all the way out again before sliding back in deeper still. His hips flex as he seats himself fully within you, taking care not to hurt you despite his size. You gasp at the fullness, feeling every inch of him pressed against your innermost depths. It's both incredibly intense and unbearably sweet; a sensation unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

His strong arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close as he begins to move within you, slowly at first but gaining momentum with each thrust. His cock slides effortlessly in and out of your wetness, causing pleasure so intense it borders on painful; the friction and force sending shockwaves through your body that radiate from your core outward in waves of pleasure.

"Ah... Så söt..." He moans against your neck, unable to hold back any longer as you take his entire length without complaint. His hips buck wildly now, driving deep inside you over and over again as he loses control to the wave after wave of pure lust coursing through him. Your nails scratch at his skin, leaving angry red marks behind as you try to find purchase in

He freezes mid-thrust, his hips still buried deep inside you as he gasps for breath. "I'm sorry," he pants, his forehead resting on yours. "I didn't mean to hurt you." His blue eyes stare intently into yours, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. As he watches your expression, his own begins to relax.

"You are so tight... so hot around me," he whispers, moving a hand up to cup your breast through your shirt again. His thumb brushes over your nipple before returning to its previous spot, kneading and massaging gently. "I can't help it." He leans in closer, their breath mingling as his lips graze across yours teasingly.

His cock twitches inside you at the contact, and he groans into your mouth. "Maybe... if we go slow?" His voice is husky with desire, tinged with uncertainty. One of his large hands slides down your body, tracing a line from your hip to between your legs before coming back up to cup your other breast roughly. His thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple hard, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that almost makes you forget the discomfort.

"It might... feel better?" He asks hesitantly, not taking his eyes off yours as he waits for your reply.

His eyes close briefly as he absorbs your reply, and when they open again it's like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. "Thank you," he whispers against your lips before leaning in to kiss you gently, thoroughly. His tongue explores your mouth with the same tenderness that his hands explore your body; large yet precise and gentle. He begins to move slowly within you now, rocking his hips back and forth with each thrust, careful not to push too deep or go too fast despite his own desire.

The contrast of pleasure and pain is intense, sending shockwaves through you as he hits every sensitive spot inside your body. You arch your back into him with each thrust, moaning softly as he works his magic, drawing out every last drop of wetness from between your legs. His hands move lower once more, slipping underneath the hem of your shirt and bra to massage your stomach, tracing lazy circles around your navel before dipping lower still to tease at the hairs just above your panty line.