Dear Diary, I got fucked by my teacher yesterday for being a bad little girl.
Mr. Andrews is one of my senior year teachers, and I have to admit, I haven't listened to a single thing he's said all year. It's impossible to! His broad back, and the way he commands everybody with his words, it turns me on like hell. So many times during the year I’ve imagined him telling everyone to go outside, and then having his way with me right there, on his desk.
Many nights have gone by where this fantasy has kept me up at night. Tossing and turning, pressing my fingers deep into my wetness. I knew that if I waited much longer, nothing was going to happen, and I would end up graduating, a virgin 18 year old senior, just like so many other girls in my class. But I couldn't let that happen, I had to make him mine. I had to let him do things to me.
Yesterday, in the morning, I had a shower, ate breakfast, got dressed, but I left out one careful ingredient: My panties. Our school uniform was a white dress shirt and a tartan skirt. I would usually make sure mine was as high as possible, so that if I ever tiptoed up, or leant down, Mr. Andrews would be sure to catch a glimpse of my tender little ass. But today, that was going to be taken to a completely new level.
I eyed myself in the mirror, riding up my skirt so my inner thighs were on display in all their untouched glory. I also made sure that my perky breasts were as visible as possible without getting me pulled into the principal's office. I couldn't blow this, I wanted to blow him. The seam of my black lace bra was just visible under my top, and the heaving cleft of my tits was exposed. I was ready to head to class.
Making my way to class I felt a new surge of independence. I was my own sexual self, and no one could tell me what to do. I felt the cool breeze of air from the hall way writhe up my legs and wash around my moist slit. It tickled me and I bit my lower lip to stop myself from giggling. "Concentrate" I told myself.
Mr. Andrews was looking as amazing as he always did. He had a finely ironed dress shirt, which cut across his chest, highlighting his well kept physique. He was older, but for his age, he was in amazing shape. His shirt was tucked into his black pants, which curved graciously over his rock hard butt. I could have lost it there, I could have run to the bathroom and thrown my little hands down my skirt, but I didn't, I continued to the desk. I needed to make him mine.
Class was even more distraction filled than usual. I was usually preoccupied with Mr. Andrews, but now that I knew that if he happened to glance downward, he would see my exposed innocence, I could stop myself. I kept thinking about what was going to happen, and if I would get in trouble. More importantly, I didn't really care, I knew what I wanted, and I was going to get it.
Every time Mr. Andrews addressed the whole class, I would fold over my legs, trying to lure his eyes in between my skirt. I bent down in a bored posture, exposing my breasts as fully as I could. But he was still too caught up with the class. I had to think of something!
I finally realized my way in. There was a pencil sharpener on his desk. I put my hand up and asked him.
"Mr. Andrews, can I stick my pencil in your sharpener?"
I caught Mr. Andrews' eyes, and noticed that they looked to slip down to my bra line. They opened wide and I could tell that he was checking out my firm and supple breasts.
"Sure Tanya, come on up."
I walked slowly, trying to keep my cool. When I got to the desk, I turned around so that my ass was facing him, sitting down on the desk. I placed my pencil in, and start to slowly turn the wheel, sharpening it. As I turned more, I bent down lower and lower, until I knew that the naked flesh of my ass was staring him directly in the face.
I could tell that he was looking at me as soon as I heard his own pencil drop to the desk and roll on to the floor. This was followed by a very muffled and controlled gasp. Luckily, none of the other students caught on to what was happening. So I continued to bend lower, arching my back towards him, so that he could see my pink slit get slowly unveiled before him. I was intoxicated thinking about him looking into me, as I was getting wetter and wetter.
I looked down and realized that my pencil had been sharpened to a little stub! I turned around, facing Mr. Andrews and asked him, "Mr. Andrews, do you mind if I borrow your pencil? Mine's broken."
"S...sure," he replied.
I bent down in front of him, letting my perky breasts shine directly at him. I felt the warmth breath of his shocked exhalation wash over them, and I became filled with ecstasy. I gathered myself, took his pencil and headed back to my desk.
It was so funny watching Mr. Andrews for the remainder of the period. He sat down for the entirety of it, and he couldn't keep his voice composed. I'm sure he didn't want to stand up because he would expose his throbbing erection to all of class. That was mine.
When the class bell rang for lunch, Mr. Andrews spoke.
"Everybody, remember we have a pop quiz on tomorrow. Oh and Tanya, can I please speak to you for a minute."
There were the token "ooohs" and "someone's in trouble!" But I don't think anyone really knew what was about to go on. I stayed seated, playing with Mr. Andrews' pencil.
After everyone had left, Mr. Andrews got up to close the door. I could see a bulge in his pants had formed, a large and imposing bulge. Mr. Andrews looked at me, "Tanya, please come to the front of class."
I walked up slowly to the front desk, with my hands clasped in front of me, looking down with a look that made me look like I had done something naughty. "Is everything okay Mr. Andrews? Have I done something wrong?"
"Tanya, you're a smart girl, but... you don't apply yourself enough. I don't to see you graduate this school without you getting a completely fulfilling educational experience. Do you?"
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No, of course not Mr. Andrews. What can I do?"
"I think a private tutoring session is in order Tanya. What would you say to that?"
"I'd love that Mr. Andrews, thank you so much."
A smile formed on Mr. Andrews' strong face. "That's great. We'll let's get started, shall we? Take this piece of chalk, and write down what I say to you."
I took the piece of chalk and stepped up to the blackboard. I began to rest my chalk on the board, but Mr. Andrews interjected.
"Sorry Tanya, this is a long and hard piece of writing, you might need to start at the top of the board."
"Okay Mr. Andrews."
I crept up onto my tip toes and steadied the chalk against the board. I felt a cool breeze of air gather around my ass cheeks which were now very nicely exposed to Mr. Andrews.
He grunted in response to what he could now see, and I smiled to myself in satisfaction. He began to speak, "Tanya, write this down. In order for me to realize my full potential..."
I wrote it down. "In order for me to realize my full potential..." I heard Mr. Andrews get out of his chair. His voice was right behind me as he spoke again.
"I need to surrender myself to new and exciting experiences..."
I wrote it down once again. "I need to surrender myself to new and exciting experiences..."
Mr. Andrews spoke again. "And I need to open up a little..." As he said this, his voice disappeared behind me, and came from below me, as I heard him kneel down behind my ass.
I began to write again. "And I need to open up..." I was taken over with ecstasy. Mr. Andrews wrapped his hands around my thighs, clasping firmly into me, pressing me into his clutch. I felt a bright and tender kiss on my thighs, and he slowly kissed both legs, gently creeping his way up my body.
"Please Tanya, keep writing. And I need to open up a little in order to be fulfilled."
My piece of chalk stuttered and stirred on the blackboard. The letters became woozy and drunken as Mr. Andrews planted his lips further and further up me until his lips pressed deep onto my virginal pussy. I gasped and let out a purely instinctive exhale. "Oh!" I couldn't contain myself.
Mr. Andrews spoke to me from beneath my legs. "Please, try to keep it down Tanya, there are people right outside. His hands took on an entirely new gravity, pressing down more and more into me as his kisses became more penetrative on my wetness. Finally, Mr. Andrews relieved me of my writing duties. "You've done very well on your first lesson Tanya, now it's time for your second lesson."
With great force, he spun me round, and pressed against my thighs so that my back was forced on to the blackboard. "Your second lesson," he instructed "...is to cum for me."
I looked down into his eyes and he pressed his head firmly onto my mound, curling his mouth onto my pussy. A gentle and cool sucking sensation impressed itself into me and I began to writhe and wriggle in pleasure. I could feel Mr. Andrews' tongue tickling my slit in gentle strokes. He was tasting me and massaging my wetness, and I was stricken with ecstasy. His tongue then started to drag around in little circles, pressing the perimeter of my throbbing clit. I was becoming wetter and wetter and I could feel it more than I had ever felt before. His pleasure was more than my wildest imagination, and I started to throb, deep within my core.
Mr. Andrews' gentle and delicious circles became more and more rapid and pressured, and I could feel my pussy quaking with delight. One of his hands removed itself from my thighs and I felt a deep sense of tightness as two of his fingers worked their way into my tight pussy. I clamped down around them and gasped as they began to slide in and out of my in a gentle thrust.
I couldn't contain myself any longer and I begun to heave and sight in rapid succession. I almost passed out from the pleasure, but inevitably gave in to Mr. Andrews' fingers and tongue. My pussy quivered and throbbed in orgasm as I shrieked and throttled. Every fiber of my being zapped with a sexual electricity like never before, and I brought my hands up to my hair, clasping on tight, saying to myself "Holy shit, holy shit!"
"Please Tanya, there are people outside. You wouldn't want them to get jealous of our little tutoring session would you? A smile worked across his face as he looked deep into my eyes. "Now we're going start lesson three. Lesson three is all about gratitude. Do you know how you best show gratitude Tanya?"
I could barely get out a sentence. "No... how?"
"When people have given to you, you give back to them."
Mr. Andrews stood up and looked me straight in the eyes. He towered over me and his broadness sheltered and secured me. I felt his warm hands cast over my shoulders and he pushed me to the floor. I knelt down, in front of his crotch.
"Tanya, your blouse is too unbuttoned. You are going to have to either do it up fully. Or take it off completely."
I unbuttoned my top, letting it fall softly to the floor next to me.
"Good girl."
Mr. Andrews' firm hands unclasped his belt and worked his pants down to his ankles. In front of me stood a cock that was even bigger than I had dreamt about. It stood out, staring at me directly.
"Tanya, it's rude to stare don't you know? Please, introduce yourself."
I edged my head closer to Mr. Andrews' loins. I could feel his warmth emanating from them and I could feel the gentle throb of ecstasy begin to course through me again. I lifted my hand from the floor and gentle clasped it around Mr. Andrews' shaft, to which he recanted with a heaving groan.
"Don't be afraid Tanya, be confident."
I pressed down harder, feeling the burning flesh in my hand. I tugged at his huge cock, pressing back and forth on it, and watching it move under my weight. I was entranced by it. After a while, I bead of precum emerged from his head. I took this as my invitation to taste him. I wet my lips with my tongue, and brought myself closer to his engorged member. With a soft dashing, I brought my tongue over Mr. Andrews, working him from the base of his shaft, all the way to the tip. I wanted to taste him in his entirety. I wanted not just to sample him, but to take him in, in his complete fullness. I wanted to be fulfilled.
"That's so good Tanya. Now if you'd be so kind as to take off your bra and show me those gorgeous tits of yours."
I unclasped my lace bra off and let it fall to the floor next to Mr. Andrews' pants. My tits bounced in a petite wiggle as I moved my mouth back and forth over Mr. Andrews. I was kneeling up to take him in completely and I saw him gazing over the top of me, to glance at the slim peeking of ass that escaped my tartan skirt from behind me as I knelt.
I once again brought my hand up to Mr. Andrews, but this time, I clasped his balls and began to gently rub them with my fingers, massaging and caressing them in gentle ellipses.
I took so much delight in having Mr. Andrews in my mouth that I thought I was going to cum again just from sucking his cock. The gentle pressure of having him on my lips, and all the new tastes that he provided me. I lashed and licked and swirled my tongue around his shaft, covering him in saliva, and slicking my head back and forth over him.
Mr. Andrews reached down onto my pigtails. He clasped them in his hands, and instead of unbunching them, he used them to guide and steer my head back and forth on his cock. I enjoyed him taking control of my rhythm and force. He started gently, but then began to increase the speed of my head in crescendoing thrusts. He eventually brought his hands down to my cheeks and looked down at me, addressing me.
"Tanya, you're an excellent student, you really are. But there is one final exam, and I need you up here, on my desk, to do it."
This was it. This was what all my dreams and planning had culminated in. I softly pulled him out of my mouth, watching him grow longer and harder as I stood up to take my position on his desk. Mr. Andrews' hands again guided me to where he exactly wanted me. He pressed me up against his desk, and placed my hands so that they were strapped against it. I was facing, ass out, towards him. He placed his hand on the small of my bare back, making it arch under his weight.
"Tanya, is this your first time with an older man?"
"Mr. Andrews, this is my first time with anyone."
"Tanya, I would say that I'm going to be gentle and caring, but I don't know if I’ll be able to keep my promise. What I will say, is that I will give you everything I have. Do you want that? Do you want me?"
"Please Mr. Andrews, I want you so bad. Please fuck me."
His hands pressed down even hard, arching my back. I felt tingling as he softly rubbed his hands on the dimples on my back, massing my flesh. I felt the tickle of tartan as he slid my skirt down around my ankles. And then, I felt the gentle rub of his cock against my pink virgin pussy. Electric sensations prickled and pulsed me and I held myself back from screaming. But none of this could have prepared me for the feelings that happened next.
Mr. Andrews pressed his cock deep within me, sliding himself into my virginal womb. I cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. The pressure was so intense. It felt like I was being torn apart from the inside, but at the same time it felt completely new and completely liberating. My first time was happening, with Mr. Andrews behind me.
I felt a surge of tightness on my pussy as I wrapped myself around his throbbing member. I could feel every part of him as he pulsed inside me. Every inch of his cock tickled and pleasured my dripping wet slit and I began to convulse with joy.
Mr. Andrews was soft at the start, his thrusts were long and full, but they were not drastic. He was trying too hard to be gentle for me. But I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted him to take me like the animal he was.
"Mr. Andrews, fuck me. Fuck me harder."
I heard a deeply primal grunt from Mr. Andrews. His hands clasped down on my hips and whipped me around until I was facing him. I came to face him, and look him in his eyes and I could see a gleam of something primitive and innately sexual within him. With his strength, he pressed me onto the desk so that I was lying down across its expanse. My hair draped over the edges of the bench and my tits bobbed from the rocking. His hands placed themselves on my thighs and brought my legs up and around his waist until I was encircled around him. His cock rest up over my mound and he slowly edged back, sliding it back down and deep into my pink pussy.
"Ah!" I screamed. I screamed louder than I had done before, and I immediately became worried that someone would hear. But before that thought could even eventuate as something more, I was overtaken with completely sensation overload. Mr. Andrews coursed inside me with his cock, pressing deeply into me. His hands rubbed over me, pulling my thighs onto his abdomen in large thrusts, and then fingering over my chest and breasts. My nipples were stiff and erect, and they pointed up to the ceiling. They swayed and ebbed with the throttling, caused by Mr. Andrews' ever increasing thrusts.
I couldn't help but keep my mouth wide open. It was almost a reflexive response to the pounding that was being given to my pussy, which was raw and engorged with satisfaction. With each thrust I became more wet, and closer to climax. Mr. Andrews brought his hands up to my arms and began to pull them downwards, propelling me deep onto his cock. I could feel him swelling and surging within me and I knew that he was going to cum.
Tension built on Mr. Andrews' face and he became transfixed on my naked and milky body. I wrapped my hands onto his strong and capable arms and let him thrust me back and forth onto him. He was so entranced, I felt like a queen, pleasing her king.
Mr. Andrews began to breathe more and more rapidly until I thought he was going to faint. Then suddenly, he pulled himself out of my and heaved his cock above me. I lay on the desk as streams and streams of molten hot cum poured all over me. His load was unending and drenched me all over. I watched as my breasts became laden with milky magma, and rivulets of seed flowed down my waist, around my hips and pooled in my belly button. The sheer enormity of his thrusts and load sent me into a wild sexual frenzy and I spun uncontrollably into my second orgasm. I thrust my hand firmly down onto my mound, pressing into it, releasing every cell of my body into electric bliss.
I lay there for some time afterwards, gathering my thoughts and simply 'being'. I was transfixed on Mr. Andrews, who milked his cock and brought it up for me to taste. I held his cock in my hand, gently sucking on it until it was completely wrung free of cum.
I looked up at him and asked, "How did I do?"
He smiled and looked down at me. "Not bad, but you could really do with some more private sessions."
The End