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Teacher And His Young Teen Female Student

Mr. Wilson was my English teacher and was the best looking man I
think I've ever met. It wasn't just his looks, it was this simmering
coolness about him that just made him so...wow. I'd sit in class
dreaming what it'd be like to wake up that very morning with him.
Iron his shirt, make him some coffee, kiss him goodbye.

I was into my Gothic thing at the time, white makeup, black clothes.
It was all very depressing with an overt hint of sexuality. I was
often called a 'slut' and I wore the badge proudly, even though I
wasn't all that experienced.

The day came that I was late with a book report and Mr. Wilson
suggested that I drop it by his house after school and he'd consider
it as turned in on time. I really needed the grade and it was worth
the long bicycle trip out to his house that night. Besides, I'd get
to see his house!

When I got to his house he was out front raking leaves and he
directed me to put the bike in his garage. The garage was in the
backyard and I saw that he had a fishpond. So I put my bike away and
left my books on it before I walked over to the pond. The fish were
so calm and beautiful.

"They're called 'koi'."

I spun to look at Mr. Wilson and felt my feet go out from under me.
Clumsily, I tried to get my balance and tipped over right into the
pond. When I surfaced I must've looked like hell. Mr. Wilson was
choking back laughter seeing my Gothic image compltely ruined.

"You know, you don't look quite so threatening now, Charlotte." He
reached to me and I took his hand. "Let's get you inside before you
freeze to death."

He took me to a bathroom where he gave me some towels and a thick,
terry robe. He politely stood outside to take all of my clothes to
the laundry room while I took a shower to get the pond goo off of me.
The shower took me quite a while as my jet black rinse made a mess on
the shower floor that I just had to clean up. Then I dried my hair as
best I could and put on the robe. It felt a little strange to be in
just a robe with Mr. Wilson but I decided to be a big girl and deal
with it. Barefoot, I walked out to the kitchen and found him in a
similar robe with a pot of tea on the table.

"Hope you don't mind, I needed a shower myself after the yardwork.
Now let's you get some tea and I'll have a look at that report." He
looked up at me and caught his breath. "You look like a real woman
after all that camoflauge comes off, you know that?" I just blushed.

He poured me a mug of hot tea and gestured to me to have a look
around while he read my report.

I made my way around the house for a while and finally settled into
his library. It was a proper man's library with books on shelves up
to the ceiling and a dark desk with red leather chairs about the
room. The fire in the fireplace gave a sort of life to the room and I
found myself reaching for a book. A peel of thunder vibrated the
room, reminding me to get going before the weather worsened.

"I took the liberty of calling your folks to explain your little
mishap. Your mom said the weather already broke on their side of town
and you might want to stay here a while. I suggested having you stay
the night and she agreed that would be best." He let the comment
linger in the air.

"Most parents would have a problem with their daughter spending the
night with a man."

Smartass that I was, I couldn't resist: "Is that what I'm
doing, 'spending the night' with you?"

In all the time I'd known Mr. Wilson I'd never known him to display
any uncontrolled emotions. He was always the perfect picture of calm.

I stared at him defiantly, taking that calm of his for granted. He
slowly moved towards me and I retreated until my ass was against his
desk. His face was close to mine when he spoke.

"What do you want, Charlotte? Do you want to play with your little
boyfriends or do you want to play with a real man? You can sleep in
the guest room tonight like a good little girl or you can learn
something about life if you want. Or if you're not chicken. But once
we start, don't expect me to stop. You get to say 'no' right now or
not at all, got that?"

It was the chicken thing that triggered my defiance one more time. I
looked at Mr. Wilson and said, "If you want to play, then let's play."

He took me in his arms and kissed me, hard. I was instantly scared to
death of what I'd done, what I'd started with my big mouth. This
wasn't boys I'd had furtive little affairs with, this was a man with
mature needs. I could tell this wasn't going to be just another make-
out session.

I felt his cock poking at me through the layers of the robes between
us and I realized, too late, that he was dead serious. This was no
game we were playing.

His lips moved down my neck and then he seized me by the waist and
lifted me onto the desk. He pushed my legs apart and crushed himself
to me. The cool air of the room brushed over my legs, reminding me of
how vulnerable I was right at that moment. I pushed at his shoulders
when he tried to open my robe.

"Playing hard to get?"

I looked at him with my defiance again and then gave it up.

"Mr. Wilson, look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to..."

He shook his head and put a finger to my lips, shushing me.

"Charlotte, you had your chance before. I meant it when I said there
was no changing your mind. I'm not one of your little boyfriends you
can tease and tease. You said you wanted to play, well this is part
of the play, dear."

He leaned in and kissed me again. His hands ran up to my neck and
under my robe. In one swift move my shoulders were bare and I began
to cry as he tried to get the robe off of me.

"Here, now, no tears. It's not so hard to take off a robe,
Charlotte." He dropped his in front of me. "See?"

I caught a glance of his thick cock and my eyes clouded up with tears
again as I knew that I'd played a game with a real man and lost. He
pulled me off the desk and I surrendered as he took the robe off and
let it slip to the floor.

He sighed as he took me in his arms and crushed me against his strong
chest. I can't begin to explain the feelings running through me all
at once. I wanted to run and then a part of me wanted to see this
through, to experience being the object of a man's desire.

He turned me around and held me close again. His arms wrapped around
me and his hands sought after, and found, my breasts. Then he sent a
hand into my downy tuft and I recoiled as a finger slipped into me.

"You like being touched like this. Don't you, Charlotte? Don't you,
baby?"

The sheer sexual feeling I felt right then was more than I was ready
for. I trembled as he probed me and found my clit. I put my hand on
his and tried to get him to stop, but he just held on harder,
intensifying an already intense moment.

I braced myself on the desk as Mr. Wilson began fucking me with his
finger, knowingly concentrating on my clit. I felt him kiss the back
of my neck as I silently changed my focus from fear to pleasure.

My feet involuntarily spread wider to give him freer access to please
my body. The thought that he'd want me to do the same for him crossed
my mind and I figured a hand-job wouldn't be too much to ask after
this. My head fell to my chest as his skilled finger worked me up
into a frenzy. He'd bring me to the edge of going off and then he'd
back off before starting all over again. It was driving me mad.

Finally, the wonderful pleasure grew in my belly and then released
itself on my soul. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life at that
point. He took my arms in his hands and guided me to the desktop.
Placing my hands at the far edge of the desk he then softly caressed
my back and my arms as the glow of the orgasm sedated me.

I felt him at my entrance again and arched my back to raise it up to
him. I smiled to myself as I prepared to let him start me on another
glorious sexual journey. His probing was a little more gentle this
time and I allowed myself to relax as he pushed at me. It felt fuller
than the first time and then I realized that this wasn't his finger
in me.

My sex-ed classes came back to me.

"You have a condom on, right?"

He chuckled. "There are no condoms in this house, little one. And I'm
not gonna lie to you and tell you about a vasectomy. You just relax
and I'll pull it out before there's a problem. Trust me."

With that he gave me a deep thrust and I felt his hairy thighs kiss
against my bare ass. It was wonderful to have this beautiful man
making love to me and I lay there glowing in his attentions. He
wasn't one of the boys, that was for sure. He'd slowly withdraw
himself from me and then slowly penetrate me, holding my hips and
grinding himself into my depths.

He asked me to squeeze him and I gave it my best, clamping myself
around his cock as he pulled out of me and relaxing as he drove back
in. I realized we were making love and I loved the thought of it.

I knew it had to end sometime, but my senses were all wrapped up in
that glorious rod running in and out of me. A clinical part of me was
getting a little worried, though, and I gave into my concern.

"You said you'd pull out, right?"

He fucked me a little harder.

"MMmpph, yeah...I will...promise."

I squeezed his cock as hard as I could as if to make the point. His
hands moved to my hips and held me, tight, as he increased his
rhythm. Part of me knew what was happening and another, inexperienced
part of me, still trusted him.

"You said you'd pull out."

All the response I got was a growl and he began to complete what we'd
started. He drove deep into me with each thrust now, causing me no
small amount of discomfort as my body tried to accept him. I went to
get up off the desk and he put a hand in the middle of my back and
forced my face to the desktop.

He pounded me harder and harder, until he suddenly slowed down and
took deeper, harder strokes. His hands went to my hips again and held
me as he pushed into me and stopped for a moment. He was making a
decision, I could just tell.

Then he fucked me again with that pile-driver ferocity and moaned as
he held his cock deep into me. I felt the length of it swell and then
it rippled with some animalistic power. Helpless to stop it, I felt
the beautiful cock spray its fertile load into my womb. I was certain
he making me pregnant right then and there.

Like a stupid cow, I just lay there with his cock filling me up with
sperm. There was no point in fighting or arguing once it had started
so I just lay there.

After a while he pulled out of me and swept me up into his arms. He
carried me to his bed and lay me into it before getting in himself. I
was on my back as he climbed between my legs and I looked up at him
with wonder and fear.

Nothing was said as his wonderful cock easily slipped into me again
and our lovemaking took on a new, less fervored pace. All night long
he taught me lessons no one ever gets in English class. And all night
long he filled me with his come.

That was our only time together. He had to run out of town when it
turned out he'd made another girl pregnant. As for me, I sweated out
the month until my period came and went. Mr. Wilson had, indeed, been
a great teacher to me and his lessons have stayed with me down the
years. I know what we did was wrong, but I wouldn't trade it for the
world.
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