Science

SCIENCE

My virginity was taken from me by a teacher. You could say that she groomed me, not that I minded one tiny bit. Yes, from the very first moment she set eyes on me, it was fate. I first noticed her taking notice of me when I asked for help in science class. I was good at science, but this thing was doing my brain in. Can’t even remember what it was. Anyway, I asked her over and she would lean over the desk, but not in that teacherley way, more of a sexual thing, teasing me. You see, she only did this to me: She would come over to my desk when I asked for help and lean over the front of the desk, reading my work from the front and thus exposing her bra-less tits to me. She put on the most sexy of voices and the table would lift up. Then one day, it was suggested that should go to extra after-school study classes for maths. Personally, I thought this was stupid, hell I knew how to do maths and even if I struggled, calculators were invented for a reason. I decided to go anyways and to my surprise and delight, it was her that was taking the class. Even better, it seemed to be a one-on-one session.

“Oh Andrew, you turned up, that’s good, I thought you might be smoking hash with your mates or something.” What? She knew? How? It’s not like I was any different stoned than I was erm... not stoned?

“Nah, I decided I’d give that a miss today, couldn’t resist seeing your hot body and delicious tits.” I said, going for gold.

“Well well, who’s the confident one, now?” She said as she closed the door and locked it.

“Don’t worry,” Miss Jenson said noting my expression, “It’s just the two of us.”

”So I see, so what kinda crappy maths am I gonna be force-fed?” I asked, half bored.

“I think your maths is fine, besides calculators were invented for a reason.” Miss Jenson said, stealing my thoughts. ”I‘m gonna give you a gift and I think you‘ll like it.” She continued.
“OK, Miss.” Miss Jenson approached me and undid my trousers, took my boxers down and held my cock in her hand. She then took her own clothes off and I got a very lovely eyeful. I was so enthralled and all I wanted to do was look and touch. But I just stood there, paralyzed. Miss Jenson took my hand and guided it to her vagina.

“Feel there.” She said, guiding my hand to her labia, telling me what it is and it’s purpose.

“Oh, Miss it feels so... moist?” I said, gently feeling her lips. “I thought women were supposed to be hairy and stuff?”

“Yes, we are, but I shave down there. Keeps it looking nice. And Andrew, please call me Anne.”

I felt more and parted her lips, apprehensive. I felt her hand on my cock, stroking ever so gently and let out a soft moan.

“You like that?” Miss Jenson asked.

“Very much, Mi- -er Anne.” I replied, in utter heaven. Next thing I know, she lies on the desk and puts her legs in the air.

“Andrew, please fuck me.” Miss Jenson said.

“OK” I said, fumbling about, trying to insert myself.

“It’s OK, I’ll guide you.” Miss Jenson instructed me how to do it. She told me to put my cock into the opening of her vagina and push gently. I did this and I was inside her. Once that happened, the rest seemed to fall into place. I thrust in and out of Miss Jenson slowly. It felt like nothing else had ever done. It was intense. Too intense to describe. Miss Jenson guided my hand to what she called the clitoris.

“Rub here, gently.” She told me. I obeyed and I felt her getting even more tight than she already was. She started moaning and her vagina muscles contracted around my penis making it hard to thrust in and out. After a short while, Miss Jenson stopped “cumming” as she called it.

“Wow, that was amazing but you didn’t cum.” Miss Jenson said.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked, scared in case it was.

“No, but keep thrusting and feeling my clit. When you feel me getting tight, I want you to thrust really hard I promise it will feel good.”

“OK, Anne” I said, not knowing what was going to happen. I did as she told me and thrust for about a minute and she “came” again she told me not to stop and I just kept thrusting into and out of her. Until I felt my loins getting tighter and finally a release. It was just as she said it would be. It felt good. No, better than good. Indescribable, really.

“And that Andrew was sex.” Miss Jenson gasped.

“Well if that’s sex, I want more.” I growled.

“Oh don’t worry, there will be more.” Anne said, grabbing my cock, which was wet from the combination of our juices. She put it in her mouth and started going back and forth on it. I was hard again in no time. Miss Jenson took my cock out of her mouth and went into her drawer for something. That something was a bottle of lube. She smeared some on her fingers and then some on my bum.

“Whoa! Whatcha doing Anne? Isn’t this what... gay men do?” I asked in horror.
“No, it’s all right. Just because you like something up there does not make you gay. You see, there’s something called your prostate gland up there.” Miss Jenson replied, calm as a clam. I decided to trust her and let her explore my butt hole. Her fingers went up about three to four inches and then stopped. I felt her finger pressing up against something soft and spongy.

“Aaaahh, fuck!” I moaned and threw my head back in pure ecstasy.

“There it is, Andrew. Your prostate. If I massage this, you will have the most amazing orgasm ever. Would you like that?”

“Very much so.” I said already feeling pretty amazing. Miss Jenson gently massaged my prostate and sucked my cock. Her hand in my butt was gently going in and out. With every in thrust, she would give a little tickle of my prostate. The sensations were second only to those of my cock. In and out, in perfect harmony. Every time she tickled my prostate, she would lick my cock head and give a moan. I tensed up and felt it happening. Oh God yes, I was cumming. I grabbed Miss Jenson’s head and kept it where I wanted it. She was still finger-fucking my arse and I finally let loose with a huge load, which Miss Jenson made sure that I noticed her swallowing. I collapsed, exhausted on the nearby bench.

“Hmm, that was delicious, Andrew. Same time tomorrow?”

“Definitely, Anne, if I ever recover from this.” We made each other decent and I left the room first, so as not to arouse suspicions. I looked forward to the next day of school, not only because of what was about to happen at the end of it, but my mate had a big bag of grass for us to share during lunchtime. Good times, indeed.