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Teacher
by Wiley Hunter

She adjusted her backpack over her shoulder as she stood before the door
to his apartment. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She could still
back down, still pull out. She didn't have to take it any further. It could
all end right here and he would never have to know how close she came.
She knocked on the door.

Mr. Thomson, her high school science teacher, pulled open the door. He
was a bit surprised to see Annie standing in the doorway, looking
vulnerable in her school uniform--a short blue pleated skirt showing
shapely alabaster white legs with a white blouse, the top button
unbuttoned, hinting at firm, well-formed breasts beneath--with her
backpack hitched over her shoulder.

"Hello Annie," he said in his teacher's voice. "I wasn't expecting to see
you today."

"I know Mr. Thomson," she replied, "but I've been having some real
problems in your class and was hoping I could talk to you about it."

"Well, come on in, Annie," he motioned her through the door into his
apartment, surprisingly large and lush for a teacher's salary, but then he
was independently wealthy, and taught because he liked it. As Annie
stepped past him and into his apartment, he took a closer look at her.
Her light blonde hair fell straight to just between her shoulder blades and
her beautiful oval face, with bright blue eyes and full, sensuous red lips,
were angelic. At 5'2" he estimated she wasn't over a hundred pounds,
but it was in all the right places. Only fifteen, he thought, as he took in
her form, from those perfect legs to the gently flaring hips and firm,
tight, round ass to her narrow waist which led to breasts large for a girl
her age and her size. She had been flirting outrageously with him for the
past few weeks--which wasn't that unusual, his age, 35, and his looks
made him popular with the young ladies just coming into their sexuality.
Usually, though, it was just harmless flirtation on their part to be met
with ignorance of their posturing on his.

She set her book bag down on the table just outside his kitchen and
turned toward him, looking at him apprehensively. Her body gave itself
a slight shudder and she placed her arms across her breasts, thinking
how good looking he was--tall and strong and good looking. She knew
she was failing science, and she knew she had a huge crush on her
science teacher, and the solution seemed to fit so well, but now she was
not so sure. She took a deep breath, staring at the ground, while Mr.
Thomson pulled out a chair from the table and sat down. "I haven't
been doing so well in science, Mr. Thomson..." she began.

"Actually," he broke in, "you are failing." He held up a hand when she
looked like she was going to continue. "I know you've been staying after
class for extra help but it hasn't helped you much--you always seem a
distracted. Is everything all right at home?" It was a red herring, but he
wanted to see how far she would take this game. He had a good idea
why she was there; he just had to decide if he wanted to play along.

"I know," she sighed, sitting down and placing her hands together on the
table, her slender white fingers curling about each other. "I thought you
could give me private lessons, ya' know?" She still wouldn't look at
him, and had to clench her hands to keep them from shaking.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean, Annie," he said, knowing exactly
what she meant. Looking at her gorgeous blushing face and fine young
body he made up his mind. He was going to do it. He was going to fuck
this gorgeous teen and make her scream in pleasure. He wanted to feel
her tight cunt squeezing his cock for all it was worth. He wondered if
she was a virgin. She certainly acted like it, but it was hard to tell these
days, and with a body like hers all the boys were after her.

She stood up and took a tentative step toward him. She couldn't keep
her body from shivering now. "I was thinking," she said softly as she
took another step until she stood over him; "I was thinking..." she almost
whispered as she slid her arm along the table until her face was near his
ear, her body leaning over his seated form; "I was thinking you could
teach me...other things," she whispered as she rubbed her cheek against
his, his stubble tickling her face and thrilling her. She lowered her face
until it rested against his neck, her lips pressing against his flesh, the
smell of him intoxicating her. She was shaking uncontrollably now--she
had done it, she had gone all the way. She waited, fearfully, excitedly,
waited for him to react, not really knowing what she wanted him to do.

Brilliant sensations shot through his body as her soft, full lips pressed
against his neck, her hot breath teasing his nerves, making his cock grow
turgid and his hands clench. He paused, and moved his hands slowly to
her hips, momentarily struggling for control. Then he took a deep
breath and moved his hands away, shuddering at the unexpected
excitement this young teen was pulling from him. He placed a hand on
her head and moved so that he was holding her face between his hands,
her face just inches from hers. He could feel the trembling in her young
body and the confusion in her clear, beautiful blue eyes. He answered
her by pulling her face toward him and softly kissing her lips.

A soft mewling noise came from her throat as his lips met hers, sending
increased shivers through her body. Her mind was overwhelmed by the
sensation whirling through her body as his lips pressed harder against
hers, her mouth opening with his, feeling his tongue in her mouth, her
body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure raced through her. Her hands
rested on his shoulders to keep her weak knees from letting her fall, and
she seemed to melt onto his lap, her legs straddling his, the breath
coming hard from her nostrils as unbelievable sensations rocked through
her young body.

He hugged her small, hot body against his, his mind working furiously.
She squirmed in his lap, her groin rubbing against his hard cock through
his jeans, driving his lust higher. He regained control of himself with
some effort and broke their kiss, sliding his face around to her neck,
laying kisses along the tender white flesh, loving the way she quivered in
his arms. She was holding herself tight against him now, her breath
coming in tiny gasps of pleasure as he sucked at her neck, his hands
moving to pull her blouse from her skirt, his hands sliding up along the
hot flesh of her sides and stomach.

His mouth on her neck and his hands on her smooth flesh was driving
her crazy. She never knew she could feel like this. Every nerve in her
body seemed to tingle as he caressed her back and side, his hands
running over her bra strap. Anticipation ran through her body as he
deftly released her bra, her nipples, mashed against his strong body,
growing hard. They weren't going to stop, they were going to go all the
way. They were going to have sex, and she shivered violently in
pleasured anticipation. She unconsciously rolled her hips, pleasure
arching from her virgin cunt as she drove it against his groin. It was so
good.

She was practically rutting against him now, her hips fucking against his
cock. He gripped her hair and brought his lips hard against hers, his
tongue probing the hot cavity of her mouth, her lips soft and slippery
beneath his. She was hot, burning, as he worked one hand between them
and began to unbutton her blouse, his hands lingering around her breasts
as it rose and fell with her panting.

She shucked off the blouse when he had finished unbuttoning it,
breaking their kiss long enough to let him pull her bra from her also.
She looked at him as he held her arms against her sides, her full breasts
thrusting proudly from her chest, her small pink nipples rock hard,
pointing straight at him. She watched him as he gazed at her body, her
face flushed with lust, her whole body on fire. Her arms went around his
neck as he stared into her eyes, his dark eyes piercing her, making her
shudder with lust.

God she had gorgeous breasts, large round mounds sitting high on her
narrow chest, seemingly held up by magic. And her face, flushed and
twisted by lust, almost made him lose control again. He hugged her to
his body and stood, lifting her easily, and carried her to the couch, laying
her down gently. She was beginning to calm down, the shaking in her
body lessening as he took the time to remove her shoes before reaching
under her head and kissing her deeply. She responded amateurishly but
eagerly, her hands gripping his head. On his knees beside the couch he
ran his other hand over her prone form, loving the way she gasped when
his fingers would brush against her nipples.

She squirmed uncontrollably on the couch, her teenaged body overcome
with sensations. Each brush against her breasts was maddening, but she
wanted more. Her cunt burned and she found herself humping her hips
up and around, clenching her thighs to send exquisite pleasure through
her body. "Oh god," she mumbled, pulling his lips from her as his hand
brushed against her inner thigh. She shuddered violently, the first
orgasm of her young life making her eyes wide, her body shake, sweat
pop out on her naked skin, glistening in the light. She moaned and
thrust her hips toward his hand, which cupped her sex as she orgasmed
again.

His eyes widened in surprise as he saw her shake at his mere touch, an
orgasm rolling through her body to be joined by another. She was too
good to be true, with her firm young flesh hot under his hand, her
teenaged pussy grasping and humping in lust. He decided he was going
to make her his, make her into the perfect slave to serve him. He spun
her as her body quieted from its orgasm until he was between her legs
and she lay slumped on the couch. He quickly pulled her skirt and
panties from her body, leaving her completely nude. He gazed down at
her ripe young body, his for the taking, with her long, shapely legs, her
angelic face twisted in lust, her heaving breasts, her lightly furred mound
with that gorgeous pussy peeking out to tempt him.

She was in a stupor of pleasure as he twisted her about. She had never
believed it possible to feel so good, so intensely. Her head lolled to the
side, her eyes closing, as he pulled the rest of her clothes from her.
There was going to be more, she knew, more which would be even
better. She looked up at him, anticipation glowing in her eyes, her legs
naturally parting wider as her small pink tongue ran over her lips.

He ran his hands down her thighs, feeling the firm, warm, smooth flesh
under his hands and lowered his head to her groin, his hot breath
striking her glistening mound as he brushed her labia with his lips,
holding her jerking thighs down as she moaned.

"What...ooooooh...what...ooooo...are...oooooh...oooooh...you
doinoooooh?" she gasped between moans as his lips made her teenaged
hips jerk against his hands, the tingling in her body increasing tenfold,
pleasure humming across every nerve in her body, with the cunt at its
center. She could feel his tongue as it force itself between her labia,
sending unbearable shocks of pleasure through her young body.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned as his tongue lightly brushed her swollen clit, her
back arching, her hands gripping his head in a viselike grip.

Her whole body was trembling and jerking as he enclosed her clit with
his lips, barely touching it with the tip of his tongue as he rolled it
between the soft flesh of his lips. She moaned continuously as small
orgasms shook her teenaged body, her cunt dripping with her juices. He
could sense a big one building up inside her as her thighs began to shake
violently, the strong muscles tensing and untensing with growing lust,
her fingers daggers against her head.

"Jesus jesus jesus" she babbled as every nerve in her body vibrated with
pleasure, it growing loader and loader as she tossed her head from side
to side, he blond hair damp with sweat sticking to her face and shoulders
and breasts. She tried to hold him there, hold his lips and tongue where
they were doing such wonderful things to her when he pulled away.
"Please," she begged in her passion, "don't stop, don't stop." She was
panting heavily now as she gazed at him through lidded eyes, watched as
he undid his pants, her eyes widening as she saw his stiff manhood
reveal itself, jutting from his body like a spear.

He felt like he was about to burst, her erotic moaning and pleading and
shaking driving him crazy. He was going to pound this little girl as hard
as he could and damn the consequences. The look on her face as she
stared at his cock as if hypnotized was almost enough to make his shoot
his load right there, but he wanted to be inside the pussy, that sweet
teenaged pussy. He knelt down and hooked his arms under her knees,
rising as he folded her in half, her cunt gaping lewdly beneath his as he
positioned his cock against it, ready to take her, ready to drive into her
sweet cunt.

"Are you a virgin," he whispered in her ear as she shook beneath him,
anticipation and fear filling her at this final step. She nodded her head,
nodded that he was the first, was going to be the first to plunge his cock
deep into her belly.

"Oh god, oh god oh god," she repeated over and over again as he slowly
pressed his cock into her virgin cunt. Her sex charged body shook as she
felt her pussy forced open by his cudgel, pain fighting with incredible
pleasure through her teenaged body as he slid more and more of his cock
into her. His hot breath was at her neck and her head was whipping
back and forth as he sunk himself into her depths, her body shaking
violently in reaction, the pain of her first fuck seeming to add to her
growing sexual frenzy.

He gasped as he began to push into her--she was so slick, yet so tight it
hurt to push it in, but he couldn't, wouldn't stop. He pushed it in,
burying his head in her neck, sucking violently on it as she shook and
thrashed beneath his until he had skewered this teenaged slut on his
pole. He held it there for a minute, luxuriating in the tightest, hottest,
wettest piece of ass he had ever had, her cunt spasming violently as she
jerked beneath him.

"Aaaahhhh!" she moaned as he began slowly circling his hips, driving
deeper inside her, pressing against her cervix, making her whole body
flush and tremble with incredible pleasure. It was unbearable, it was too
much, she wanted it to go on forever, she wanted it to end, she wanted to
devour him, suck him in and eat him, she wanted more and more and
more.

He was too close, too close as the tip of his cock ground against her
cervix. With a growl he shifted his hands to her ankles and bore down
on her, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her cunt before
slamming it back in, fucking the teenager violently, brutally, mercilessly.

"Aaaahh! Aaaah! Aaaaah!" she gasped with each brutal thrust, her
whole groin on fire with pleasure and pain, her head thrown back over
the back of the couch, her body possessed by an unbearable passion. Her
hands clawed convulsively at his shoulders as he fucked her, her nerves
jangling with pleasure, her body humming louder and louder with
pleasure until she felt him drive hard into her cunt, his cock spasming in
her cunt channel, and she knew he was coming inside her, filling her,
and she screamed out in ecstasy, her teenaged body quaking and jerking
and humping as sparks flashed before her eyes and her vision went dim
and her heart seemed to stop as ecstasy rolled through her body.

He held on as he came, his face a grimace of pleasure as he filled her
teenaged cunt with his spunk, feeling her go wild beneath him as she
screamed out her own orgasm. He held her tight as his cock pumped
again and again in an incredible orgasm, joining her body to his,
possessing her, pressing her face against his chest, feeling her warmth
against his.

Finally it seemed to stop, his grip on her relaxed. She moaned in
satiation as he pulled his cock from her cunt and slumped down beside
her, letting her legs fall to the ground. He was stroking her hair, and she
gazed at him, her eyes sparkling. She snuggled up against him, her body
still suffused with pleasure, to feel his warmth.

They sat together for almost a half hour, not speaking, just relaxing after
their orgasms. Finally he disentangled himself from her and pulled up
his pants and began gathering her clothes. He knew her eyes were on
her and knew that this was the time when he would have to corral her if
he wanted her, and he wanted her now more than ever. She was the
sweetest cunt he had ever fucked, and he wanted as much as he could
stand. "Go wash up," he said, handing her her clothes and patting her
head as he directed her to his bathroom.

She showered, her mind numb, her body aching with remembered
pleasure. Doubts began to assail her, doubts about what she had done--
she had given away her virginity--she had allowed a man to have sex
with her. Then she remembered how good it had felt and shuddered.
Had it been good for him too? She wondered. She wanted him to enjoy
it, wanted him to love her body. She shook her head, water cascading
across the shower as her hair spun wide, to clear her mind. The sex was
so good, but it was bad. She shuddered when she thought what would
happen if her mother found out about this, her mother who had raised
her alone since she was five, her mother who she loved. No, it had been
wonderful--she closed her eyes remembering the sensations--it had been
wonderful having sex with Mr. Thomson, but this was it: no more. He
would give her an A now in science and they wouldn't do this again, no
matter how much he wanted to, how much she wanted to, her mind
whispered.

He was waiting for her as she came out of the bathroom fully dressed,
not looking at him, standing five feet from where he sat in the chair as
she spoke, "...my science grade, Mr. Thomson?"

"You were getting an F," he said matter-of-factly, as if he hadn't just
finished fucking her brains out. "I think today's little tutoring session
raised it to a C."

"A C!?" she blurted, looking at him, seeing no change of expression on
his face. "A C?!" she stuttered, "I thought...I thought...."

"A C," he stated again. "If you want and A come back Sunday
afternoon, one o'clock, for another tutoring session."

She swallowed, and nodded, not knowing what she was going to do. She
turned, picked up her bag, and ducked under his arm as he held it open
to let her out. A C? she kept saying to herself as she walked home.

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