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From: "Don Winslow" dwin2001@Yahoo.com
Subject:   My Teacher, My Pet, Part 1 (m/F, d/s)
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MY TEACHER, MY PET 
Copyright (C) 1998 by Don Winslow



_______________________________________________________________________
Note: all fictional characters portrayed in the following work of fiction
are at least 18 years of age, or 19, or older if local officials wish them
to be.
___________________________________________________________________

Part 1

He looked down on his hardening, semi-rigid cock, swaying pointedly toward
the kneeling woman at his feet. She sat with legs folded under her, sitting
back on her heels, blond head hung down. A surge of lust shot through him.
For young Keith it is a dream come true, an unbelievable thrill. He can't
contain his joy to see this mature, older woman, his teacher, stark naked,
and kneeling on the floor before his painfully stiff erection.

*****

From the first day of the term, Melissa Parker, his slim, attractive, 30-ish,
English teacher, had been the hot topic among the sex-crazed high schools
boys in her class. They talked about her all the time. And they dreamt about
her. It was common knowledge that she was divorced, currently unattached, and
that she lived in that sprawling ranch house all alone, with just her two
cats to keep her company. There was, of course, endless speculation about the
pretty blonde's sex life. The boys were convinced she was lonely, wildly
horny, and desperately in need of a man.

Every lust-filled male in the room wanted her, fantasied about what it would
be like to fuck the pretty school teacher with the collar length silvery
blond hair. And though they thought she was kind of old, they still voted her
best-looking teacher in the high school. They spent hours in English class
staring at her pert breasts under those slick silky blouses she wore, tits
that were not too large, yet full of promse, neat handfuls, that they would
gladly die for the chance to feel up.

When she walked across the room, they avidly followed the sinuous lines of
those long, slender legs, inevitably encased in sheer black pantyhose. And
when she turned to write on the blackboard, which she frequently did, they
would to a man, admire the seductive curve of that skirted behind until every
teenaged boy in that class sat sporting monstrous erections, sat in their
chairs just aching with intolerable readiness. And now, incredibly, here she
was, actually topless, Ms Parker, kneeling there before him, poised, and
appearently willing to go down on him!

All summer long he had sweated and slaved in the hot Georgia sun pushing that
bulky lawnmover back and forth across the undulating swells of her spacious
lawn. At first he never saw her, except when he went to collect his pay. She
stayed inside safe, in the air conditioned house. On those hot summer's days,
he inevitably stripped off his T-shirt to work bare-chested in just his jeans
and sneakers. He liked to think she was watching him. Sometimes he actually
caught a glimpse of her at the window, watching him, while he labored in the
yard.

As the summer went on, she started coming out to putter around with the
potted geraniums she kept on the deck.  In time she took to lingering there,
spending more time out on the deck, occasionally following his shirtless
physique with eyes that were safely hidden behind her large dark sunglasses.
She dressed to get a tan, in skimpy summer outfits, usually a pair of brief
shorts, worn with a flimsy shirt, or maybe no more than a T-shirt or tank top,
usually with open-strapped sandals on her bare feet. Eventually, she'd take
her place on back on the chaise longue, easing back and crossing those long
deliciously tanned legs of hers. He was sure she didn't bother with a
brassiere under those light-weight tops, and the sight of those tall,
tapering legs as she emerged onto the deck in a pair of snug shorts would
inevitably send a tremendous surge of lust through the teenager, instantly
powering Keith's always ready prick into a full erection so that he had no
choice but to quickly turn away, lowering his shoulders as he strained into
the weight of the heavy lawnmower. She'd have a paperback with her, or maybe
a crossword puzzle book, and she would proceed to ignore him, he was, after
all, no more than hired help, someone to do the yardwork.

******
Then one summer's day, things changed between them, and now they could never
be the same. It was a sultry day, the sun brutally hot and relentless, Keith's
face, neck and shoulders were sheened with perspiration. He had stopped to
run clawed fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, when he saw her making her
way with a tall glass of iced tea held in offering, walking barefoot across
the lawn to where he stood next to the roaring lawnmower. He gratefully
accepted the chilled glass and tried not to stare at the woman who stood
before him, her hips banded by those white shorts and wearing an electric
blue sleeveless blouse, the first few buttons of which were undone, providing
him with a nice view of the tops of her unfettered breasts.

He still tried not to stare, and quickly lowered his eyes, but he couldn't
help it when she turned on her heel, and he found his gaze was riveted to
that shapely behind, so tightly packed in those sexy shorts, swaying easily
as the slender blonde made her way back to the house. Keith retreated behind
the house to the shade of a big oak tree, there to finish his drink. He took
long gulps of the cool tea, letting the coolness run through him, feeling
randy, a semi-hardon unfolding in his jeans, a knot of lust tightening in his
belly. It was an impulse, not even a half-formed thought, just some vague
notion that he should return the glass, that had him moving towards the back
kitchen door.

He opened the screen door and let himself in, fully prepared to place the
glass on the counter and get out. But something stopped him. It was quiet in
the house, eerily quiet, he guessed that she was out in one of the the front
rooms which opened out on the vast yard. He didn't know what possessed him
but he crept into the coolness of the darkened interior, stealthily following
the hallway towards what he knew must be the livingroom. When he got to the
doorway, he edged closer to look around the corner-- and there saw her!

She stood looking out from behind the curtains, straining up on her toes to
see over the jutting deck. But what intrigued most him was that his teacher
had one hand inside the front of her blouse, and she seemed to be feeling
herself up, as she strained up to see where he had gone to. For a moment he
stood paralyzed at the intriguing sight. Then he stepped up,

"Hey, Ms Parker, looking for somebody?"

Startled, the bonde jumped and spun around to face him, yanking her hand down
in one quick motion. She stood, staring wide eyed at the bare-chested boy she
had been looking for, now standing right in front of her, smiling, almost
leering at her.

He was tall, with broad shoulders for such a young guy. His hips were neatly
compact. And there was an unmistakable bulge in the front of his tight jeans.
Her eyes took in his sweaty, smoothly muscled chest, that flat, hard belly,
and the downy haze of soft brown curlings that grew like a stalk up his belly
to fan out over his chest.

"Keith...you...startled me..", she began in her confusion, blushing now and
avoiding his playful eyes, wondering how much he had seen of her fondling
herself. Suddenly, she remembered her open blouse and her hands flew up to
fumble with the buttons, while the boy stood there with that pleased smirk on
his face.

"It's so hot today, I was just..."

Before he knew what he was doing, Keith was on her, taking her nervous hands
in his, forcing them away from the open front of her blouse. He held the
woman tightly by the wrists, straing at her open front of her blouse while
she looked up at him in her distress, uncertain and suddenly afraid.

"No, Keith," she squirmed in her resistance, "this isn't right..."

Abruptly, he spun her around and wrapped the struggling blonde up in his arms,
pressing himself up against her from behind.

"Leave it go teacher, I like seeing your tits," he breathed in her ear, while
running his hands under the loose blouse to cup her bare breasts, opening and
closing his greedy fingers on her, feeling the silky softness of her free
tits, holding her like that in the palm of his hands as he tightened his
embrace, pressing his hard body up against hers.

"Yah, teacher, all the guys would love to see these pretty tits of yours," he
murmured, giving her a squueze with his eager hands. She was breathing hard,
paralyzed by indecision, torn between her conflicted feelings and the raging
need for a man, a need she had so long denied. He moved against her, letting
her get the feel of his tented erection as he grinds his hips into the warm
soft pillows of that marvelous ass. Melissa stopped squirming and now she
stood still, letting her arms fall down to her sides, hands hanging
helplessly. She meant to stand there passively, but she couldn't help the
instinctive response of her body, the arching up of her back in sheer sensual
pleasure, as the young man nuzzles her craning neck, licking his way up to
her ear. She feels his hot breath on the side of her face as brings his lips
next to her ear to whisper, "Yeah, they know you're hot teacher. The guys all
think you're really hot, did you know that? They all say you're a real prick
teaser, a cock sucker who's probably pretty good at giving head. And you know
what teacher? Before we're through, I'm going to let you suck my cock."

His dirty talk sends a quiver through the tense woman, and she feels her
insides turning into mush. She weakened in the knees, as a wave of lust raced
through her, stirring her, leaving a deep-seated throbbing in her womb. She
pressed back against him, in a low breathless voice, she manages to get out
her half-hearted protest.

"No...no, Keith, this isn't right. I'm your teacher, we can't.. doooo this."

Now he spins her around in his arms again, and before she has a chance to
recover, he is kissing her, covering her surprised mouth with his, pressing
his open lips to hers, in a hard, grinding kiss, while his tongue slithers in
to explore her open mouth. The woman squirms hotly against him, feeling the
hardness of his erect prick against her belly. Her arms come up to clasp his
broad shoulders and tighten, holding on as he runs his feverish hands down
her back. Fitting his curved palms to those delicious rear curves, he savors
the firm resiliency, the delightfully feel of that luscious ass, a richly
mature, womanly ass that has settled into something of a pear shape, with
fulsome bottom curves that were deep and generous. He has long admired that
ass in his classroom, now he is electrified, wildly thrilled to actually get
his very own hands on Ms Melissa Parker's wonderfully inviting rear end.

The kiss breaks but he continues to hold her tight, burying his face in the
crook of her neck, licking her, while she turns away gasping for breath.
Melissa's whimper turns into a pleading moan, low and earthy, as she awakens
to the intensity of her sexual longing. She feels the urgency, the desire in
her loins, driving her hungry body to seek to seek full contact with the
lusty surging male, even as a part of her mind tells her it is all wrong.
Summoning up all her resistance, she is able to squeeze her hands between
their tightly pressed bodies and struggles to push him away.

"Noooo!" she manages in a strangled half-plea, her voice husky with passion.
Flushed and panting through open lips, the disheveled teacher stands before
her student, that shiny blue blouse hanging uselessly on her narrow shoulders,
totally undone, half-naked breasts heaving in ragged swells, her eyes on the
floor, carefully avoiding his. Keith too, is breathing heavily, barely able
to contain himself. His cock is painfully erect, pressed solid against the
front of his jeans, there's a curious tingling in his wrists. Slowly the
blond head comes up, and he sees those marvelous blue eyes looking at his
with a curious mixture of fear and desire. Something stirs in him, something
deep and powerful.

"Get undressed!" he orders. His voice cracks, though he's struggling to keep
control, and get the words out in an even manner.

For a long moment she stares at the muscular, bare chested guy in front of
her, wanting him, knowing he wants her so badly. Keith waits, as the full
realization of the decisive moment comes to him. What if she turns and runs?
What if she screams?...or calls the cops, ...or calmly and deliberately orders
him out of her house? What has he done?

The two stand only a few feet apart breathing heavily, waiting in the silence
of that perfectly still house. Keith summons up his courage, holding himself
tense for one long agonizing moment. Then his teacher seems to make up her
mind.  Without a word, she brings her hands up to slip the loose blouse down
off of her shoulders. The blond woman moves in silence, her eyes avoiding his,
yet complying with her student's order, doing as she has been told, uncovering
her breasts to his appreciative eyes.

Keith can't help smiling in elated triumph, to see his teacher, the woman of
his impossible dreams, actually stripping for him, just for him.

"Ohhhh. yeah, teacher, those are real nice," he croons in honest admiration
as her womanly breasts come into his view for the very first time. These are
the tits he had thought about and visualized so many nights alone in bed as
he grabbed his cock and yanked hard, straining for relief. Now he takes
pleasure in seeing those totally naked tits, rising and falling with her
ragged breathing, rich, full handfuls, taut, slightly conical, they jut out
invitingly toward him, with just a bit of sag to them, sporting expanded,
hardened nipples, that are thickened and stiff with the excitement that comes
from the realization that she is standing bare breasted before her thoroughly
aroused, sex-crazed student.

"Now let's get those pants off of you."

END OF PART 1

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