Selena Fernandez, Female, 16

	- Sophomore in high school

	- 5'11, 150lbs, light-brown skin, silky back-length black hair

Mr. Donovan, Male, early-40s

	- High school History teacher

	- 5'8, 150lbs, pale white skin, cropped blonde hair

For every story you read about a teacher being caught having sex with a student, there are a hundred you never see. Those involved rarely get caught. That's my theory, at least. Male teachers probably do it more often than their female counterparts, but they are not the only ones. Why do I think this? Well, my anecdote is one of those stories where those who took part didn't tell and were never caught.

My name is Selena Fernandez. My parents are from Argentina, but I was born in New Mexico and have lived there all my life. New Mexico is where my story takes place, and it occurred when I was sixteen.

I won't say I think what I did, or what my teacher did, was right in whatever sense of that word you prefer. But my only regret, looking back, is that the risk to Mr. Donovan's career and freedom was extreme. Mr. Donovan was the teacher I spent an intimate moment with when I was sixteen. I didn't consider any of that risk at the time, and if he did, he never showed it or said so. Besides that, while I wouldn't say I was proud of what I did, I'm not ashamed of it, either.

Still, as a parent now myself, my own daughter almost the age I was when this happened, I understand the fear one might have to hear such things. I certainly don't want my daughter to do what I did, or ever to be placed in a situation where she might be coerced into it. I wasn't coerced. No one forced me. I know that is not the typical way this plays out.

Anyway, let me tell you what took place when I was sixteen.

I was tall and slender at the time. Like many of my Latina friends, I had long, silky black hair. I liked to keep it loose unless I was playing basketball or tennis. I was athletic, somewhat muscular. My breasts were pert and round, maybe an average size for a girl my age. I suppose I was somewhat popular, all things considered. I had a lot of friends, no serious enemies, and I was generally invited to whatever parties or events a classmate was putting on. Unlike many of my friends, I mostly enjoyed my first year and a half of high school.

My performance in school was pretty decent. While I was never in the top few in my class, I got a lot of As and Bs and never failed a subject. I took some advanced courses and tried to prepare myself for college. I dreamed of being a doctor one day, and most of the time, I was good at getting ahead on my classwork.

But during the last months of my sophomore year, I was in an odd spot. I'd just broken up with a boyfriend who I really liked. Loved, honestly. He called it off and it felt so personal. It invalidated my blossoming confidence. Like many teen girls, I overthought things to the point of serious self-doubt. As a result, I lagged in my school work. I got Ds and Fs on a few tests and failed to turn in assignments.

While most of my classes were still decent enough that I wasn't afraid of failing, my World History course was not so mediocre. I was well in the almost-failing zone and I was having a hard time catching back up on what I was supposed to be learning. It would all come down to the final test. At best, I could scratch out a D, but anything less than a B+ would be a fail. I wasn't prepared. I knew I couldn't do as well as I needed to, and that just made it harder to try anyway. And so, an opportunity presented itself that I could not pass up in order to, well, pass.

I suppose it makes sense to describe my sexual mindset on that day. I was sixteen, my birthday only a couple of months earlier. I'd lost my virginity at fourteen to a boy I liked but never ended up dating. It was a party moment. Decent, too. I enjoyed it and wanted more. I had two other lovers before my first serious boyfriend, both classmates. Enjoyable, as well. I can't say why neither of those turned into more serious relationships, but I fucked one of the boys several times that year.

I liked sex. I'd been masturbating since I was twelve, and I admit I often grew wet over the most fleeting of sexual thoughts. I had fantasies of taking more than one boy to bed with me, though it would be many years before that finally happened in college. I wondered what it might be like to taste another girl's pussy. I certainly enjoyed tasting mine on my fingers. I wanted to fuck a black boy. I wanted to fuck a white boy. All my partners to that point, including my one true boyfriend, were all Latinos like me. Not that I was unsatisfied, I just had a very explorative imagination and I thought often about what might be different in having sex with other races.

During my low period leading up to finals, I masturbated only rarely. More of a release than a pleasure. I didn't think about sex as much, though my hormones certainly kept it from being never.

The day before my final, a Thursday, I was in that World History class I felt certain I would fail, and my mind was somewhat numb. I couldn't catch up to what was required for the test. Even though we'd had most of that week's hour-long classes to study and prepare, I knew the truth of it. I felt dreadful.

I'd worn a loose green blouse and tight, faded blue-jeans. Like I said, I was slender, and though I knew my ass was somewhat round and very firm, I had no hips to speak of despite my age and height. From the chest down, I held no significant curves. The blue jeans, I thought, looked great on me despite that. They were tight at the waist, and though they sometimes pinched a bit, I liked the way they made me feel. When you're down like I was, every little positive counts.

World History was the final class of the day for me. If it had not been, this story never would have happened. I'd worked up a sweat in the gym class just before, and I hadn't had an opportunity to shower and change panties. I usually did so, but the class had run long and I'd had to rush back to my locker for my almost-forgotten history book.

My hair was still pulled back and held together with a thrice-twisted hair braid near my crown, the long strands then free to hang down past my shoulders. My hair was sticky, I knew, from dried sweat and the remains of the morning's hair spray.

The end-of-day bell rang and I moved slowly out of my seat. Classmates rushed off to their cars and the buses, and I shuffled slowly, the last heading for the door.

"Selena, a moment please?"

I turned to see Mr. Donovan looking my way, his hands held together on his desk, his slacks-covered legs tossed to one side and closed tightly. I suppose I'd considered his features before, but I'd not much thought about older men, really. Sure, he may have been attractive, and I certainly had looked at his ass a time or two, but he wasn't the object of my attention when I masturbated.

He was in his early-40s, I'd guess. Pale white skin like most of the teachers, despite the high school population being 90% Hispanics and Latinos. He was average height, say, five-foot-eight. Light, blonde hair was closely cropped on his head, and his face was clean shaven. An older me, looking back, would describe him as appearing Scandinavian.

I walked to his desk, dragging my feet. "Yeah?" I said.

Mr. Donovan asked if I would like to I sit down and I declined. Then he asked me, "Are you having trouble, Selena? I can't help noticing you've not been very talkative this week. And this has not been a very good year for you in this course. I suspect you are deeply worried about doing well tomorrow."

"I'm worried I won't do well," I corrected him. "I need something like a B+ to pass..."

He looked down at an open notebook in front of him, saying, "That sounds about right. Are you having trouble preparing? I won't ask personal questions often, Selena, but are things okay at home? You've essentially blown me off when I've asked previously, the times you didn't turn in assignments or failed a test, but I must again ask this question."

I shook my head, "It's not that... just been a hard few months... I... I haven't been very focused, and now... now's too late to do anything." My mind was a concrete block. I knew, no matter how much more I tried to prepare, nothing was going to push through and stick.

"It's not too late. The test is not until tomorrow. You still have time. Can I help you? I've got the whole afternoon and evening free. I can tutor you if you'd like. The school will be open until eight-thirty or so, at least until then."

I shrugged. "It won't matter. All week, no matter what I studied, when I tested myself the next day... it was gone. I just can't absorb anything right now." I shifted on the balls of my feet, feeling nervous and a little vulnerable. I spun one way slowly, then the other. Thinking back on it, I probably looked rather enticing the way my slim, bubble ass rounded into view from each turn. I wasn't feeling particularly sexy at that moment, though.

"Look... I want you to pass this course. I really do. And I'm willing to help you right now. I promise, if you'll give it a try, we'll get you through that test tomorrow with enough to pass."

Whatever sparked the question I voiced next, I have no idea. The words just spilled out of my mouth. I didn't think it through, and I'm not even sure I meant them how they would be taken. "Isn't there anything else I can do to pass?"

Mr. Donovan's face was a stone. I watched his eyes from the corner of my glance and I saw them narrow slightly. "Ms. Fernandez... I do not know what you mean."

That's when it occurred to me what he thought I was hinting. I went with it. A gut decision. "Something I could do, you know, for you? So that you'll pass me?"

He didn't speak. His expression remained undecipherable.

I leaned forward and let my blouse fall open slightly in exactly the way I'd done when flirting with boys. I knew the angle and the gap from my neck gave Mr. Donovan an easy glimpse down my shirt where my breasts were hanging slightly, held up by a white bra. And yes, he looked straight at my tits.

Looking back, I sort of remember myself as one of those silly, overdone, seductive schoolgirl stereotypes, leading the teacher on to where I wanted him. But in reality, it wasn't silly, and I don't think it was overdone. "Anything?" I offered, pushing my butt out further.

When he finally spoke, Mr. Donovan's voice was very crisp and firm. "You realize what it appears you are offering, Ms. Fernandez?"

To show him I did, I leaned forward just a bit more and pursed my lips. I knew how to look sexy. I'd practiced it a million times in the mirror. "I'll do anything to pass, Mr. Donovan. Anything."

His eyes shot quickly to the open door of the classroom, and when they returned to mine a second later, I knew he was hooked. "Meet me behind the gym in five minutes. Go down the English wing. Don't let anyone follow you."

I nodded and straightened up, then watched Mr. Donovan grab his briefcase and quickly stride out of the room. I felt excitement for the first time in weeks. Was I really going to fuck Mr. Donovan? Was I really going to fuck a teacher? An older man? A white guy?

My panties were soaked, and not just from the sweaty gym class. I knew I was creaming myself in anticipation.

I wasn't sure I waited a full five minutes, but I did my best, soon leaving the room and going down the English wing. The school was hardly deserted. People milled around talking and laughing, both students and teachers. I wondered if anyone would notice me as I went out the building exit near the gym and slipped around back.

That area of the school yard was sort of abandoned. Behind the gym was a large yard with a tall, wooden fence. The building within it was the old workshop used to teach manual skills such as carpentry and welding and automobile repair, but those programs had been abandoned three years earlier. The high fence had been put in place because there were often old junkers in the yard to practice on, and the school didn't want anyone jumping a fence to set one on fire. That had happened once. That's why they put the fence in. As far as I knew, no one ever went inside the fence or the old building within any more.

When I got to the back of they gym I saw no one. It was rather quiet nearby, though I could hear the band practicing on the football field. I think they had a summer competition to prepare for. I looked around and considered calling out but thought better of it. I started to worry that Mr. Donovan had reconsidered and decided not to do anything with me. Or worse, he might have told somebody. Either way, I knew I was going to fail the class.

But then I saw him poke his head out from a partially-open gate door along the fence. He nodded my way, then glanced around to ensure no one was nearby. I followed quickly, then he closed and locked the gate from the inside. He led me quickly into the workshop, using a key to unlock the padlock and the door lock, then relocked the deadbolt from the inside.

It was quiet and dark in the room. I could hear his breathing behind me. I was ready for whatever came next.

"The deal is this," he said in his commanding but soothing voice, "I accept your offer, and you get a grade on the final that's good enough to pass the class. Nothing more, nothing less. Only this one time, and we never tell anyone about it. Ever. Deal, Selena?"

"Yes," I answered, not turning back towards him, "I want an A."

"We'll see what you earn..."

And then the words stopped for a moment. A hand slid over my ass and I shuddered. His grip was firm when he squeezed, and I could tell he'd been wanting to do that since he'd first laid eyes on me. I could feel his breath on my neck as he moved in, strong fingers moving over my buttocks and sliding along the seam down between my legs.

His lips met my neck and I shivered, enjoying the feel of the man's hot breath, his tongue soon tracing lines on my flesh. His hand popped lightly against my ass and I jumped. He did it again, then squeezed me once, twice more, holding tight when he told me, "Your ass is magnificent, Selena. I can't wait to fuck it."

I should probably say two things here. First, I'd never had anal sex before and really had thought little about it, and second, I didn't realize he meant anal sex when he spoke those words. I'd soon find out the truth, though.

He moved behind me fully, his arms around mine, his hands cupping my breasts and squeezing them only slightly less firmly than he had my ass. Mr. Donovan ground his groin against my backside and I could feel his erection through his slacks. It felt quite large, honestly.

I grew wetter.

"Your breasts, Selena. I want them naked in my hands." He started to unbutton my blouse and quickly tossed it aside. My bra was gone in a snap, falling to the floor. My tits came free, my nipples hard, pointed slightly up. Mr. Donovan's cock pulsed against my ass when his warm fingers slid under my breasts and he cupped them.

I was putty in his hands and he knew it.

"God is good, Selena. He made your tits perfect." He kneaded my flesh, teasing then lightly-pinching my nipples. "He made them for my hands."

I could feel my clit pounding in my slit. I wanted to be touched there so badly.

I wouldn't wait too long. Mr. Donovan soon slid his hands down to the waist of my jeans. "This is what I desire, Selena, your most carefully hidden flesh." He moved a hand down the front of my jeans, pressing down on the fabric to push it against my Mons, and then moved further to pressure my pussy.

I moaned audibly for the first time.

"Yes, this. So much this." He used his palm to stroke me there, and I felt my wet panties move against my skin. His words were velvet to my ears, every syllable carefully placed, each word carefully chosen. "I will fuck you here," he said, pressing exactly in the spot where my vagina was leaking cream, "before I fuck you here." His hips moved forward against me and, yet again, I didn't understand that his desire to penetrate me was not limited to my pussy.

He flicked the button on my jeans and drew down the zipper, running a hand over my panties. I knew he felt my wetness. The odors of my sweat and arousal wafted up and I heard him inhale. "You are ripe like a peach, Selena. Your body tells me everything. You want this more than anything in the world."

He wasn't wrong.

His fingers slid firmly over my vulva and he pressed them into the fabric of my soaking panties. Mr. Donovan used his palm to push on my clit which throbbed against him much like his penis was pulsing against my ass.

I moaned again.

"I want you naked, Selena. I want to see all of you." He pushed down my jeans and I stepped out of them. Then he drew down my panties and when they were free, he brought them slowly upwards, letting them slide deliberately across my left breast. I felt the moist fabric so clearly. Goosebumps exploded on my skin.

Somehow, he'd removed his own clothes without me noticing. When he stepped closer to me, I felt his hard penis slap against my thigh. Mr. Donovan moved it so that it rested, pointing upwards, in the crack of my ass. I shuddered in anticipation.

Further up he brought the panties along my neck, and he paused his hand just below my chin. "Smell yourself, Selena."

Of course I did.

I inhaled and the familiar, arousing odors of my own body washed into me. Pussy and ass and hints of urine and copious amounts of pungent, rich arousal played through my nose. "Yes," he said, "know your scents."

He held it there for a long moment. Each breath I took was full of my personal aroma. I felt wetness slide down my inner thigh. I'd never been more turned on in my life.

Mr. Donovan finally pulled the panties to his own nose. He made it clear he was inhaling deeply behind me. His erection surged against my ass. "The scent of perfection. To smell your essence, Selena, is to be favored by God." He inhaled again. Then again. Over and over, I heard him smelling my dirty panties, his cock pressed firmly against me.

He ran the panties down my back. More goosebumps. The panties were cool against my skin now, the wetness almost slippery. He swiped them slowly over my buttocks and thighs. Then, he pressed them into my cleft and wiped them down and then back up against my anus. I felt it twitch on its own.

He sniffed the underwear several more times. "All your scents, Selena, they are heroin to my brain." Then the fabric was tossed on the floor nearby.

Mr. Donovan's hands grasped my buttocks again, squeezing and kneading them roughly.

I was so fucking wet.

He pushed my shoulder with one hand, holding my waist with the other. I braced myself over the workshop bench in front of me. I knew all my secrets were bared for Mr. Donovan to see.

"Yesssss," he hissed with lust, "yesssss..."

I felt his breath on my anus a second before I felt his tongue drag along my slit. My labia were parted and sticky, my cream a long streak down one thigh. My body tensed with his touch.

"Nectar of the Gods," Mr. Donovan breathed, "succor for a starving man. The only true Fountain of Youth."

He lapped me slowly, deliberately. My pussy and ass were his to explore with his tongue. Each movement made me grow warmer and more tense. He ate my wetness and swallowed it, rumbling his approval of the taste in a low growl. My clit worshiped every touch as he moved freely over my private flesh. It pounded and strained. I knew I was soon to cum.

"Not yet, Selena," Mr. Donovan told me, stopping his movements between my thighs, "You will only cum with me inside you."

I almost spoke for the first time, wishing to voice a plea. I was so close. I was practically shaking, needing only a spare few flicks of a finger or tongue to explode.

Before I could fully coordinate my tongue and throat enough to speak, Mr. Donovan stood and ran his hands over my ass and back. I felt his penis rest between my thighs. It throbbed with each beat of his heart.

Anticipation dripped out of me.

"Open yourself, Selena," he told me.

I spread my legs wider and tried to push my thighs out further.

The cool air and then fresh heat against my labia made me brace myself against the bench.

"Take me inside you, Selena," Mr. Donovan told me firmly. "This may feel a bit... big."

I braced myself more strongly.

My labia parted wider and stretched with the first inch. I sucked in my breath.

My God, he was thick. I'd never felt such pressure before.

He tried to slide in but my hole was too small yet. I gasped, discomfort mixed with pleasant heat.

"You are tight, Selena," he said, "but you will open for me."

He pressed again and I felt myself splitting in two. It wasn't sharp pain, but the pressure was intense. Uncomfortable, in fact. But it made my clit throb and press down against his shaft, sending shards of pleasure from its center. And he was barely two inches inside me.

"Mmm. So tight."

I moved for the first time in hours. I swept my hips from side to side carefully, a move I knew worked well to take a penis deeper in my body. I felt his cock throb, sending new pain through my pussy, but I didn't stop.

"She loves being penetrated, doesn't she, Selena," he said, suddenly changing the point of view of his comments. "She lives to be fucked, doesn't she."

I spoke softly. "Yes."

"Her body was made to be fucked. Designed for it by God."

"Yes."

His cock jumped and suddenly he was deep inside me.

I cried out, arching my back and trying to stop him from moving.

Mr. Donovan wasn't cruel. He didn't thrust intending to inflict more pain. But he clearly understood just where that edge was for me. How much I could take and still enjoy it.

His hips moved back an inch or so, then pushed forward again, splitting me afresh. I couldn't believe how full I felt. How deeply he was inside me. There wasn't a single cell in my vagina which wasn't being stretched by Mr. Donovan's cock. The head of it pressed against my cervix, reinforcing the pressure deep, deep in my pussy.

I was breathing hard, my throat drying, my tongue swelling. I felt dizzy, fuzzy. Mr. Donovan's body was inside mine, his penetration the center of my awareness. His hands holding my waist were the lightest of sensations. The feel of the cool metal under my fingers a distant afterthought.

Mr. Donovan's huge cock in my vag was burning away everything else in the world. The suction I felt was intense. His movements out pulled on my insides, drawing them with his penis as it withdrew. No sensation in my life had ever been more arousing.

And then I exploded.

"Cum, Selena," Mr. Donovan growled as he fucked me, back to addressing me directly, aware of the way my body suddenly erupted in jerks and twitches, "cum on my dick."

I did. I came so fucking hard. I can't properly describe the way I felt orgasming on Mr. Donovan's erection. It was like lightning and drawn butter and three glasses of wine and the funniest joke in the world all rolling around in my body, rushing out from my pussy and shaking quickly into my fingers and toes and face. "Uhhhhhnnnnnn..." I moaned loudly in a long exhale. "Uhnnnnnnnn..."

Mr. Donovan never slowed, stroking in and out steadily, his cock slamming over and over against my cervix.

"Uhhhhnnnnn..." There was no peak. I just stayed on top of the wave. "Uhnnnnnn..." I rode like a surfing champion, like the most delicate ice skater, floating over top of my pleasure like I couldn't fall, mastering it, not letting it break from under me. "Ohhhhhnnnn..."

Mr. Donovan's chuckle echoed in my head a moment before it meant anything. "Oh yes, Selena," he firmly told me, "ride it like you own it."

I realized only then that he had stopped moving yet I could still feel his penis slamming in and out of my vagina.

I was the one fucking him. My hips were slamming back against him, riding him with my creamy cunt. My pleasure only rose as I pushed harder. How much could I take? I could feel that he still had a couple of inches to give me. I wanted it all.

I gasped, sweating, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted every inch.

No matter how hard I tried, no matter how fast I moved, no matter how desperately I tried to relax my vagina, I couldn't take him deeper.

He chuckled again. "You won't get it all in your pussy, Selena. Not in your pussy," he said smoothly. I could hear the smile in his tone. "But you will in your ass..."

I was too far gone to really think about his words. I'm not sure, if I'd understood, if I'd have let him do what he did next. But I was drunk on our fucking. Drunk on the way it felt to take all that cock in my body.

And then it was gone. I felt hollow. I cried out. "Noooo..."

His chuckle. "You'll get it back. This time, where you really want it..."

I felt his tongue against my anus, his hands on my buttocks, squeezing them as he licked my tight, wrinkled hole. I'd been licked there by other lovers, but nothing had ever been put inside. Mr. Donovan's tongue was the first to push through my tight ring and probe beyond. Like his cock, his tongue was large and thick.

I groaned in unexpected pleasure. I'd never known it might feel good to be opened there. Maybe I was already so turned on that any touch by Mr. Donovan would have been exquisite.

Soon, his tongue was gone and I felt cool air on my ass. One hand returned to my buttock, and I knew instinctively his other was guiding his dick towards my asshole.

If I thought I felt stretched by the head of Mr. Donovan's penis in my vagina, it was nothing compared to how it felt to take him in my tightest hole. I held my breath as he slid in. He slowly was able to open my backdoor. I had no idea how deeply he'd gone inside me, but already it felt like a foot.

I groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Tight, Selena," Mr. Donovan told me, "such a tight little girl. Your ass is the ultimate treasure, Selena. I am truly blessed by God to know you this way."

I cried out as he pushed in. It felt like a traffic cone was splitting me open. I tried to find the strength to push him out of me, whether with my bowels or my hands, but he surged forward again and several inches penetrated me in one smooth thrust.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I cried out louder.

"Quiet, Selena," he chided me, "No one can hear your pleasure but me."

I tried hard to not scream out my discomfort. I bit my lip to stop myself. He thrust again and it took all my willpower to not yell.

Mr. Donovan was back to talking about me in the third person. "She needs it in her ass, doesn't she. She lives every moment of her life for this. Her asshole was made to open for my cock."

I tried to voice something, anything. I couldn't, grunting with each movement.

"She's focused on it now. It pushes so deep in her guts that she can taste her ass on her tongue."

His words swept into me and I swallowed involuntarily. For a second, I swore the flavor of my ass was in my mouth. It wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"Her body needs this. See how she stays open for me? Her ass was made by God to be penetrated. Made by God to be filled with my cum."

Mr. Donovan drew out the 'm' in his last word and I shuddered. When did things change from pain to intense pleasure? I shuddered again, and then I felt his balls slap against my slit.

"She did it," he growled with satisfaction, "she took it all in her ass."

It was true. Mr. Donovan's groin was against my buttocks, his balls pressed against my pussy.

I would never again feel more full than I did in that moment.

"And now, she will cum harder than she ever has before."

He didn't move. I could feel his huge erection throbbing in my bowels. My body responded automatically. I pulled forward as far as I could and his dick didn't come free from my butthole. I had only one thing to do.

I sank back and felt like I was being split open again. Forward, and then back, all the way down his shaft. My mouth was wide open. I was drooling. Once more, the entire field of my every sense was Mr. Donovan's dick deep inside me, stretching me, fucking me.

Not fucking me, no. I was fucking it.

"Milk it out of me, Selena," he panted, "do what you were bred to do."

I moved faster, faster. He commanded me to make him cum, and I wanted nothing else in the world. My ass was dilating, loosening, making it easier to fuck him harder, faster.

"You feel it there, don't you? You want it, Selena. You need my cum inside your ass."

"Yesssss..." I hissed. "Cummmm innnn myyyyy asssss..."

"You want it don't you?"

"Yesssss..."

"You need it."

"Yesssss..."

"You'll never want anything more than this."

"Pleeeeeeeease!"

"Beg me, Selena."

"Pleeeeeeeease!"

"Tell me what you want!"

"Pleeeeeeeease... cuuuummm innnn myyyyy asssssssss!"

I felt his huge cock swell and Mr. Donovan barely restrained his grumbling pleasure.

He growled, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I whipped my hips back and forwards and back. Warm fullness spread through my bowels. I knew Mr. Donovan was filling my ass with his cum.

It was everything I needed. Everything I wanted. "Yessssssssss!"

My body exploded with a million stars clouding my eyesight. I couldn't breathe. Didn't need to. My orgasm sustained me. Once more, I was on top of the wave, but this time I couldn't see the land in the distance. I was higher, my body more tense, a tighter spring wound one time too many then suddenly released. I shook so hard I fell over onto my side, my body thrashing on the workshop bench. I was dimly aware of Mr. Donovan's growls and panting. Barely conscious that his hands were squeezing my buttocks.

The next few minutes were fuzzy. I remember Mr. Donovan speaking to me, but I didn't really understand. I was lost in a cloud of pleasure, not believing what I'd experienced. I was so far gone I didn't even notice that he'd pulled his cock from my ass for several moments. I still felt so full even after he had withdrawn. I'm sure my anus gaped. If I'd have held a mirror I'd have seen my angry, raw, gaping hole leaking viscous semen down over my cunt.

By the time I was able to come to my senses and straighten myself, I felt very cold. The sweat on my skin and between my legs was drying, chilling me. I shivered and turned, naked.

Mr. Donovan had already put his clothes back on. I stared at him, shaking, my knees weak, my ass and pussy sore and raw and sticky. He looked at me seriously, his eyes slowly drawing down my body then back up to my face. I was prepared to do anything for him at that point. If he'd have told me to come live with him, I would have. If he'd have told me to commit murder, I would have.

I waited, naked, until he spoke to me again.

"I'll ensure you get a B+, Selena. You will pass my class. Please get dressed."

I was confused.

B+?

What did he mean?

Oh, right.

That was why we were fucking. I felt my nakedness suddenly and dressed myself quickly. I couldn't find my panties, and only wondered much later if Mr. Donovan had stuck them in his pocket.

I followed him out of the workshop and through the gate. No one was around and Mr. Donovan soon had the gate locked. He turned to me, still a serious look on his face. "Good job this year, Selena. I'm sorry I cannot be one of your teachers in the fall."

- - -

Looking back at that moment, I've often wondered why he only gave me a B+. How was what we did, what I did for him, not worth an A? There were moments over the years where I had serious doubts about myself because of that. Nothing major, but it was there, nonetheless.

One thing that B+ did was convince me to work harder. To try harder. To press further and faster, both sexually and in my classes. The deal we made worked out for both of us. He got to fuck a sixteen-year old minx, and I passed a class I was surely going to fail. I'd take that trade any day.

But the next time I tried it, I knew I'd earn a full A.