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Archive name: hot.txt (M/f-teen, reluc, 1st, school)
Authors name: Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Story title : Hot for Teacher 

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Hot for Teacher (M/f-teen, reluc, 1st, school)
by Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A young high school girl gets in over her head with her 
English teacher.

***

Disclaimer: It's just a story. Don't try this at home 
or anywhere else. Professional driver on a closed 
course. Batteries not included. Take 1/2 hour before 
bedtime with plenty of water. You are getting sleepy, 
so very sleepy.

***

Mr. Wilson was my English teacher for my sophomore year 
in high school 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, 
jet-black hair, and 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 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 completely ruined. 

"You know, you don't look quite so threatening now, 
Christie." 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 while I took a shower to get the 
pond goo off of me. The shower took a while as my jet-
black rinse made a mess on the shower floor and I had 
to clean it 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 yard work. 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 
camouflage 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."

Smart-ass 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, Christie? 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 Tommy Skopos or 
Mike Hanford, the two boys I'd had furtive little 
affairs with, this was a man with mature needs. This 
wasn't going to be just a 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 
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.

"Christie, 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, Christie." He dropped his in front of me. "See?"

I caught a glance of his thick cock and my eyes clouded 
up with tears 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 my 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 pert little 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, Christie? 
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. He 
placed my hands at the far edge of the desk and then 
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 gentler this time and I 
allowed myself to relax as he pushed at me. It felt 
fuller than the first time and 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 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 
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 inexperienced 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 it's fertile load into my womb. I 
was certain he making me pregnant right then and there.

Like a stupid cow, I 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 took 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 
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. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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