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Teacher, Teacher
by Airgunner (address withheld)
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A young boy's first time with his teacher. (F/m-teen,
ped)
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Author note: I'm a new author and I'm probably going to
make a number of mistakes concerning content, dialogue
and whatever other mistakes new authors make. On the
other hand, the tales I'm going to relate online are
for the most part true or at least based in truth. If
you can bear with this sort of caveat, read on.
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Miss Holmes
When I was about 13 years old, I attended a Canadian
military school. In fact, I'd attended military schools
for most of my life, because my father was a soldier in
the Canadian Army. He'd served during WW2 as a tank
driver, and re-joined the Army after he graduated from
an auto-body repair course in a civilian college. My
mother and I (and eventually my brother and sister)
followed my father throughout his postings across
Canada, so I was rarely able to call any particular
city or town "home." I should add that "military
schools" for Canadian kids meant that the Department of
National Defence sponsored regular schools for the
dependants of military personnel.
So, a "military school" was nothing more than a school
established on a military base or "camp" as they were
called in those days. Teachers for these schools were
hired on a one year contract, and they came from all
parts of the country, hoping to gain experience to add
to their resumes. My Grade 6 teacher at Buffalo Park
School, in Camp Wainwright, Alberta, was a Miss Holmes,
who hailed from the province of New Brunswick. ( If you
are still alive, Miss Holmes, I apologize... I know I
promised to say nothing, but after 50 years, I'm having
a problem sitting on our secret!)
Miss Holmes was a lovely woman of about 35 years old
when she became my "home room" teacher in Grade 6. I
was around 12 to 13 years old and horny as a half-
fucked fox in a forest fire. I had a perpetual hard-on
and would have cheerfully mounted any female of any
species that would have stood still for more than 30
seconds. On my first day of Grade 6, Miss Holmes
introduced herself to the class and thereby triggered
instant fantasies among the male population of her
class.
She was gorgeous and she wore makeup and had her hair
done daily, so she was every bit as lovely as the women
we kids saw on television and we all fantasized about
her. With dark hair and a curvaceous body, she
patrolled the aisles of desks in her 35 student class
while we tried to bury ourselves in our studies, and
the only successful students were the girls. Most of my
male counterparts admitted to having wet dreams about
her. Miss Holmes had legs that were absolutely
outstanding, and all of my male classmates (and
possibly some of the female classmates) fantasized
about having those legs spread apart or better yet,
wrapped about their waists.
Miss Holmes was obviously aware of the impact she was
having on her male students. She would sit on her desk,
with one leg dangling so that her shoe would touch the
floor while the other leg would be bent to expose her
crotch. She wore panties and nylon stockings held up
with a garter belt, the style of the day in the '50's,
and she drove me and my male friends wild with lust.
She assumed that position several times in the course
of a day, and in doing so, she probably knew that she
was triggering dozens of masturbatory fantasies. In
retrospect, given the average ages of her students, I'm
reasonably certain that Miss Holmes was a female
pedophile. These days that sort of behaviour would be
wildly censored, and my favourite teacher would have
been behind bars for most of her life. However, this
was the '50's and things were far different back then.
Miss Holmes worked hard to encourage our creativity,
and she was devoted to plays and musical presentations.
I was one of her favourite students, so just before
Christmas of 1959 (I think), I wrote a Christmas play
about a Canadian Naval ship visiting Hawaii during
Christmas. I was enrolled in the Navy League of Canada,
so I had a good idea of the topic about which I was
writing. If the play was accepted, I knew that I could
get Navy uniforms from the Sea Cadet stores, and I also
knew that there was a supply of grass skirts at the
school, a hold-over from a skit put on by the girls
who'd done a number the previous year concerning hula
girls in response to an Elvis Presley tune of the day
from the movie "Blue Hawaii."
I submitted the draft of my play to Miss Holmes and she
was entranced by it. She asked me to stay after school
to discuss it privately. At the time, I had a part-time
job delivering newspapers, so I was unable to stay
after school. Miss Holmes then asked if I'd be able to
visit her in her room in the Officer's Mess to discuss
my play. I, of course, said yes. When I got home that
evening, I informed my parents that I had to go to Miss
Holmes' room to talk about the play. My mother was
against it for some reason, but my father had no
problem with it. I think he may have thought it might
save him a lot of embarrassing questions regarding sex
in the years to come. In any event, I as given the
green light to visit Miss Holmes in her room after I'd
had my supper.
I arrived at the Officer's Mess shortly after 6:00 that
evening, and Miss Holmes had just returned to her room
after supper. I'd brought along a notebook and pencil
to make notes on what I was sure would be a
constructive critique concerning the draft of my little
play. When I knocked on her door, Miss Holmes opened
it, still dressed in the clothes she'd worn at school
that day, a deliciously tight skirt and blouse.
Her room was somewhat Spartan. There was a single bed
along one wall, a desk and a chair and one easy chair
with a lamp beside it. There were no closets, but there
were two free-standing double lockers for her personal
effects and clothing. It was a very warm evening, and
she had both windows open, so the room was comfortably
breezy. It was warm enough that I wore shorts that
evening, which I rarely did.
When I entered, I went to the desk and sat in the
chair, assuming she'd want to dictate some notes for
me. Miss Holmes closed and locked the door, which I
guessed she did as a rule, because she lived in a mixed
gender barracks. She sat on her bed, which was really
nothing more than a cot with a thick mattress, and
began to talk to me about my play. I sat at the desk,
pencil poised to take notes, when she said,
"Eric, why don't you come here and sit beside me?
There's only one chair at the desk, and I'd like to
point out some of the errors in your play, but we need
to read it together. You can bring your note pad and
take notes as we discuss the draft."
I gathered up my notepad and pencil, and with pounding
heart, I rose from the chair. As I crossed the room,
she sat upright on the bed, and as she did, her legs
parted enough to give me a clear shot up her skirt. My
cock rose immediately as I saw the vee of her panties
and the tops of her nylon stockings. The crotch of my
shorts bulged outward, and I covered myself with my
notepad to hide the evidence of my lust. I joined her
on the bed, sitting beside her and my erection grew
even harder.
Her perfume, which I had scarcely noticed beforehand,
was overpowering, and I could barely breathe because of
the erotic effect it was having on me. Miss Holmes
moved closer, so that our bodies were touching, and she
began to read through the play I'd written. When she
slid over beside me, her skirt moved up her thighs, and
I could see the dark portion of her nylon stockings,
the part that was immediately below the garter belt. My
cock throbbed, but I desperately tried to ignore it.
Miss Holmes asked me,
"Where did you come up with this idea? It's a very good
play for someone of your age, but I wonder if you
plagiarized it from someone else. Did you?"
I was speechless, because when she finished the
question she dropped her right hand onto my bare thigh,
only inches from my throbbing cock. She looked at me
and smiled knowingly, her eyebrows raised
questioningly. I told her,
"No, I made up the play myself. I thought of the Navy
thing because I'm in the Navy League and some of the
kids in the League have been on ships that went to
Hawaii. So I just sort of included their stories in my
play. Is that OK? I didn't mean to plagiarize, if
that's what it means."
Miss Holmes smiled at me and winked. She said,
"No, I didn't think you'd stolen anything from anyone.
You're much too nice a kid to do anything like that,
but I had to be sure before I allow the play to be
entered into the end-of-year closing ceremonies. I
think your play will win the "Best Entry" prize for the
graduation ceremony in June, but I needed to be sure it
wasn't a stolen idea. Now, come closer and let's look
at some of the dialogue to see if we can make it more
natural."
I moved closer to her, my cock throbbing, and she
leaned over, holding the loose leaf pages of my writing
so that we could both read them. Her perfume was
driving me wild, and as she leaned against me, I could
feel the soft press of her right breast against my arm.
I stole a peek and found that she'd either forgotten to
button her blouse or she'd unbuttoned it intentionally.
Notwithstanding, I could see the soft curve of her
breasts, and, to my amazement, I noted that she'd
removed her brassiere. Her nipples were hard and
protruding enough to place punctuation marks on her
blouse. My cock began to leak, dribbling pre-cum into
my shorts. These were the very breasts I'd fantasized
about all year, and their proximity was driving me
wild.
She began to read through the text of my play, pausing
from time to time to ask relevant questions. It was all
I could do to remain coherent as she read aloud. The
scent of her perfume, her nearness and the sight of her
perfect legs and breasts had me in a state of semi
consciousness, and I was ready to blow my load. Then it
happened. She asked me something and to punctuate her
question, she dropped her hand onto my leg, only inches
from the end of my cock. The feel of her warm hand on
my bare leg made my cock throb , and I groaned softly.
"What's the matter, Eric?" she asked, her hand slowly
caressing my leg. "Does this bother you?"
"No," I croaked, my cock pulsing at the feel of her
long fingernails on the flesh of my legs.
"Do you mind me doing this?" she asked, and again I
managed a throaty "No."
"Good," she said, "because I want to do more than this.
I want to feel you all over. Would that be okay with
you?" I nearly fainted with desire when I nodded my
head.
Miss Holmes ran her fingertips under the legs of my
shorts and brushed the tip of my throbbing cock. It
pulsed in anticipation, and I hunched my hips
involuntarily. "Oh, God," I croaked.
"Eric, I've seen you looking at me in class this year.
Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"Yes," I said hoarsely. Her fingers were slowly
stroking my bare thigh, inches from my cock, and I knew
that if she kept it up, I'd be cumming in her hand.
"Would you like to see all of me? Would you like to see
the things you've wanted to see all year?,," she asked.
I nodded breathlessly, my entire focus on the pulsating
hardness between my legs.
"Well here, then, look at my boobs," she said, opening
her blouse and revealing the wonderful breasts I'd only
imagined for the past year. "Would you like to suck on
my nipples?" she asked. They were absolutely wonderful,
about a size 36 with large, hard nipples that begged to
be suckled. She laid back on the bed, pulling me on top
of her, and I plunged into her chest, capturing a
breast in my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue flicking
across the swollen nipple.
Miss Holmes groaned softly, pulling my head hard
against her chest. "Yes, my little man, suck on Mummy's
boobs," she groaned. I suckled hard, pulling her nipple
into my mouth as deeply as I could, while she pulled my
head hard against her chest. She loved the oral
attention, groaning against my lips, shoving the nipple
deeper into my mouth. "Oh, yes... suck it, baby. Suck
me hard. Do it. I want you to suck my tits... oh, yeah!
More!
I felt her take my hand, pulling it downward to her
legs. She whispered into my ear,
"Touch me...rub me," and she pulled the gusset of her
panties to one side. She pulled my hand to her crotch,
gasping softly into my ear, " Rub me...feel me,
darling." I slid my fingers into her sopping crotch,
knowing somehow that she would like the feeling. She
groaned in affirmation, hunching her hips up against my
probing fingers. I could feel her cunt throbbing
against my hand, her juices dripping down my fingers. I
pumped my fingers in and out, and she moaned against my
ear, "Yes... do it... oh, yes!"
I had no idea what that meant, but I did know what I
was doing was giving her a lot of pleasure, so I
carried on. The juices from her cunt were slopping down
over my hand, and the room was filled with the moans of
her pleasure. She rocked up and down, humping my hand,
and eventually, she reached down and pulled my hand
hard into her cunt as she came hard. My hand was soaked
with the juices of her sopping cunt and my cock was
ready to explode.
Eventually, she allowed my hand to go, and she sat up,
a satisfied smile on her face. She said, "That was
fantastic! Where did you learn how to do that?"
I had no ready answer. I'd fooled around with a couple
of younger girls before her, but nothing could compare
with what I'd just experienced. I'd talked Jeanette
Eadie and Diane Danchuck into allowing me to "fuck"
them, but those experiences were no more than rubbing
myself between the lips of their cunts. It felt good,
and I'm sure it felt good for those girls as well, but
it was nothing compared to Miss Holmes.
So there I was, lying between her spread legs, my hand
drenched with her orgasmic juices that had turned her
panties into a sopping mess. My cock was throbbingly
hard, and I wanted to plunge it into her somehow, but I
had no idea of where to begin. She reached down between
our bodies and grasped the shaft, and I nearly came in
her hand. She said,
"Oh dear. I've got you all hot and bothered, haven't I?
Let's see if I can help you out. Stand up, Eric."
I stood beside the bed and she sat up, spreading her
legs on either side of me. My cock was achingly hard,
making a tent of my shorts. She asked me,
"Do you play with yourself?" I had no idea of what she
meant. Of course I played with myself. My sister is a
girl and she had no interest in boy games, and my
brother was too young to play with. After all, my idea
of playing was pretending to be cowboy heroes or Army
guys. I told Miss Holmes that I did play with myself,
but usually with other kids. She understood immediately
that I didn't understand the question, so she re-worded
it.
"Do you rub yourself when you're alone?"
Well, that was something else again. Yes indeed, I did
rub myself when I was alone, but only because it felt
so good. I somehow knew that it was a bad thing to
do....anything that felt so good must be bad. I would
rub for what seemed like hours, but apart from feeling
good, nothing had ever happened in terms of orgasm. So
I nodded in reply to her question, my throat dry and my
little balls aching. She smiled up at me and said,
"I'm going to make you feel very good now. Please pull
down your shorts and underwear."
The student in me demanded that I comply, but I was
very nervous. I knew that as soon as I pulled down my
underwear, my hard cock was going to be evident and I
wasn't sure that Miss Holmes should see that. I
hesitated, and she took over for me. She grabbed my
shorts from the bottom and pulled them down, her long
fingernails scratching the skin of my legs in a most
erotic manner. My underwear was bulging, and she sighed
softly, saying,
"Oh my...you really ARE hot and bothered, aren't you?"
She tucked her fingers into the waistband of my GWG's
and tugged them down my legs. My erection popped up,
slapping her on the forehead as she lowered my knickers
to my ankles. She giggled softly and then looked up at
me. My cock was pulsating in front of her face when she
said,
"All right, my little man. Trust me... I am going to
make you feel very good and then it will be your turn.
But let's get rid of this virgin load, all right?"
She grasped my hard cock in her right hand and pushed
back the foreskin as I gasped with pleasure. Whatever a
"virgin load" meant, she was about to get something
very soon if she kept up what she was doing! Miss
Holmes leaned forward and suddenly my tiny cock was
enveloped in hot wetness. I looked down and saw that
she had put my cock in her mouth. Her tongue was
flicking all over the head and she was slowly jerking
me with her right hand. I don't know where the instinct
came from, but I began to hunch my hips, fucking her
mouth as she sucked me.
"Oh, yes, fuck my mouth," she gasped as she pulled off
my cock briefly. I complied joyfully. My balls were
aching and I was on fire from the waist down. I could
feel that something was about to happen that had never
happened before, but I also knew that whatever it was
would be good and natural, so I wasn't too concerned.
All I wanted was for whatever it was to happen!
I could hear her lips on my cock, slurping as I plunged
in and out of her mouth, and the sound alone was
driving me wild with passion. I felt her arm move, and
when I looked down, I could see her rubbing her cunt
with her left hand as she sucked me.
She was grunting and slobbering on my cock, her breasts
heaving and suddenly I knew that whatever was going to
happen was happening. I grabbed her head and buried my
cock deep in her mouth and suddenly the most exquisite
feeling in the world poured through me.
I could feel my cock swelling and my balls lifted, and
then I was squirting into her mouth, my first cum,
shooting in long ropes down my teacher's throat. She
began to grunt loudly as my cock pummeled her throat
and her hand went wild, rubbing herself faster and
faster. I could smell her hot cunt, the aroma wafting
into my nostrils as I shot my very first load into her
mouth.
When I had finally finished blowing my cum into her
mouth, I collapsed onto the bed beside her. She
swallowed every drop and laid back beside me, removing
her hand slowly from within her panties. She kissed me,
and I could taste the sweet saltiness of my own cum on
her lips. She said,
"Dear God, that was great! I can't wait to move to Act
2!"
I had no idea what she was talking about until she
reached down and found my still-stiff cock with her
hand.
"Oh yes, my little man. Now you're going to find out
what it's all about."
She rolled over on top of me, pulling her skirt up
around her waist. My stiff cock was jutting upward, and
she positioned herself on top of it. She reached
between her legs, grasping my cock and held it upright.
Slowly, she pushed herself down on it, and suddenly I
was surrounded with a hot, wet cunt.
She groaned with pleasure and then leaned forward,
dragging those magnificent breasts across my face. I
sucked a nipple into my mouth, knowing that she loved
it, and she began to hump up and down on my rigid cock.
I felt myself sliding in and out of her as she fucked
me, her cunt clasping my cock as she rode me. Suddenly,
I knew I was going to cum again and I began to pump my
hips up and down.
"Oh you're a fast learner, aren't you?" she gasped,
sliding herself up and down my cock. She reached
between her legs and began to diddle herself as she
fucked me and that put me over the top. I exploded, my
cock spewing hot shots of cum deep within her. She
jammed herself down until I was buried to the balls
inside her and she rubbed herself frantically, cumming
and grunting as I pumped my own cum into her. It seemed
to take forever, but she finally rolled off me and laid
on the bed beside me.
"That was absolutely lovely, my little man. We will
have to do this again!"
And we did. When I went home that night I was a changed
person. I knew everything there was to know about the
secrets of life, and I had a very good idea of why my
female classmates were constantly teasing me with
displays of their underdeveloped software. Miss Holmes
and I "got it on" several times after our first "date."
On one occasion she blew me in the classroom after
school, and on another I fucked her from behind in the
clothes locker room. Most memorably, we went for a car
ride out into the training area in Wainwright, after
the summer troop concentration had ended. There were
acres and acres of land available for parking, and when
we stopped, it was in a poplar bluff in the middle of
nowhere. She sucked me and played with herself while
she did so. Then she bent herself over the front seat
and asked me to fuck her in the butt. She'd brought
along a tube of Vaseline, and after some lubricants
were applied, I did as she asked. It was incredible.
Unfortunately, word of our little trysts reached the
ears of the Principal, and Miss Holmes was refused a
contract for the following year. I went into a major
depression when I learned of her departure, but it
wasn't long before I was applying what she'd taught me
to kids of my own age. But that's a whole 'nother
story.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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