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My first time with a teacher

Nothing is as good as doing something you aren't supposed to do
I have this problem. I have to fuck men that have power over me. I HAVE to. Not that I want to, I literally NEED to if I want to continue to be sane. And once I get it in my head that I'm going to have someone, I WILL have them. I will do whatever it takes to have sex with the person I set my goal on. I will do things most people wouldn't even fathom doing to get what I want. I really don't know why I am this way, but I have accepted it, and I'm okay with it now.

I was seventeen at the time. If you haven't read my other stories, I'll describe myself for you. I'm 5''8, with long legs, long brown hair, and big brown eyes. I'm skinny, and forever tan. I have C cup tits, and a tight little pink pussy.

He was around twenty eight I believe. Very tall, with black hair and blue eyes. He was not extremely buff, but he wasn't too skinny either. He was sexy as fuck, and he was my anatomy teacher. Let's call him "Mr. Jones".

I went to a small catholic school. There were about 150 students in the whole school, and honestly the place was falling apart. We were required to wear a collared shirt that was dark blue or some shitty red color, and dark blue or grey skirts, with long socks. I typically wore my blue shirt with my grey plaid skirt, which I rolled up so high that when I walked you could see little peeks of my ass, and long white socks that I paired with black ballet flats. I wore my hair in a ponytail with a ribbon most days, but sometimes when I was feeling naughty I'd wear pig tails.

I had him my junior year as a physical science teacher. I didn't really care much about him then because I was dating a senior boy named Mark who was also in that class. We would push our desks together, and Mark would whisper in my ear all the dirty things he wanted to do to me later while I giggled and ran my fingers along his thigh.

My senior year Mark had gone off to college, and we had broken up. Tragic, I know. This year I had Mr. Jones as an anatomy teacher. Let's just say I hadn't been getting anything in a while and I was getting desperate. A girl can only go so long without a good fucking, okay?

I don't know when it happened exactly. The day I decided I was going to fuck him. Maybe it was the day I was sitting in class and all my friends were whispering about how they could the outline of his dick through his pants. Maybe it was the day I saw him coaching wrestling in just a t-shirt and basketball shorts. I don't know, but it happened, and once it did there was no stopping it.

I started to formulate a plan as I laid on my queen bed running my fingers up and down my pussy slit and up my belly to my perky tits. You see there were a few problems. He was married for one thing. And for another thing there was that whole tricky "your not supposed to have sex with your student" thing. As I slid two fingers into my pussy and let out a little moan, I realized this wasn't going to be one of those instant satisfaction things. It was going to take time.
It started simple. He didn't have a class his last hour and I was a "helper" in a freshman PE class. So I ditched class and walked up to his room and took a seat across from and put my feet up on the desk giving him a slight view of my spandex that we were required to wear underneath our skirt.

"What are you doing here Tayler?" Mr Jones asked smiling at me from across the desk.

"I'm bored." I said pouting.

"Well what would you like me to do about that?" He said playing with a pencil on his desk.

"I don't know. Entertain me." I said with a flirty grin.

It continued like that. Simple flirting. Day after day I strolled into his room, and we teased each other back and forth. Every day it was getting more sexual. It was fucking maddening. Like always staring at a hot plate of waffles but never getting to eat them.

I would picture him walking around the desk and bending me over it, ripping my spandex down and spanking me for teasing him all the time. Sticking his long fingers into my pussy and finger fucking me while biting my neck and covering my mouth so I can't scream.

God I'm getting wet just thinking about my old fantasies for him. There were so many scenarios I played in my head. Him slamming me against the lockers and grabbing my hair, him pulling me into his car and shoving his cock into my mouth.

Can you fucking imagine what I went through? Every day sitting there flirting with my teacher, and not knowing when to cross the line?

Months went by. MONTHS. Months of me furiously fingering myself every night wishing it was him. Until one day, I decided that I was done waiting.

I had decided the night beforehand. I was going to fuck him the next day no matter what.

I got up early and took a hot shower. I shaved my pussy carefully, and ran my fingers along my slit and smiled. Today was the day.

I wore my basic uniform, and let my hair down. Only I decided against wearing spandex and opted for a tiny white thong instead.

All day I was shaking thinking about what I was going to do. I couldn't even eat at lunch. Finally it was 1:00 and I practically sprinted to his room. I honestly felt like I was going to explode from nervousness, and from being so damn turned on.

I walked into his room like I did every day, and Mr. Jones didn't even bother to look up at me, apparently he was engrossed in his papers and expected that I would come. But today I didn't walk to the seat across from his desk. I walked to his side of the desk.

He looked up at me surprised, and I took his hand and placed it on my heart.

"Do you feel how fast it's beating?" I whispered.

"Why?" He asked not moving his hand staring at me with a look of shock and something else.

"I'm nervous." I mumbled, looking down at the crappy tile floor.

"For what?" He asked dropping his hand, standing up sensing that something was wrong.

"I can't do this anymore... " I said looking up into his eyes.

"Tayler... I... I don't know what to do." He said with a look of pure agony, and want.

"Just feel me." I said grabbing his hand and putting it under my skirt.

His eyes widened and he rubbed my now extremely wet slit, as he stared at me.

I moved my hand down to feel his dick through his pants, and it was exceptionally hard. I whimpered and moved closer to him, but he backed away.

"It's okay. We don't have to." I said backing up. I glanced at his face and he looked like he was going through an extreme struggle. I walked out the door making sure my skirt bounced up and flashed him my ass. 

HA. Step one of my evil plan. The bait.

I walked back to PE with a smug smile on my face, and sat on the floor stretching my legs out. I leaned my head against the wall, and thought about his warm fingers tracing my pussy. My mind was honestly a blur and I felt like I was on fire. Every part of me was tingling and needing to be touched. There was no way he could resist me after this. I had planted the seed. 

"God you're sexy Tayler."

I opened my eyes to see a junior boy standing there staring at me with a stupid grin on his face. 

I rolled my eyes and did my best "yuck" face. I don't go for younger boys. Ever. He walked back to his friends who were playing basketball, and I was glad he didn't stick around and make me feel awkward.

I leaned my head back against the wall and saw that Mr. Jones had just entered the gym and was walking towards me. I put on my best innocent face, and stared at my feet.

"Tayler can I see you in my office please?" He asked sternly. 

"What for?" I asked looking up at him with a completely blank face.

"We need to talk." He said seriously, with almost a scary face.

I walked over to tell my oblivious PE teacher I was going to talk with Mr. Jones and headed towards the wrestling room.

Mr. Jones was one of the few teachers with an office, and since he was the wrestling coach his was located in the wrestling room which was in the basement of the school's smaller building. 

I had to practically keep myself from sprinting there, but I managed to just fast walk and when by the time I came in the room I was shaking again.

I walked over the wrestling mats and up the two stairs that led to the little platform that his desk was at. He was seated there just staring at me, not even bothering to act like he was busy.

"I'm sorry." I said leaning against his desk since there was no other seats.

"That felt...amazing Tayler. But we can't do it ever again."


"Because I could get fired and divorced." He said looking at me, almost pleading me to understand.

"Alright." I said.

"That's all? You're not even going to put up a fight?"

"What do you want me to say Mr. Jones? That I finger myself thinking about you every night? That my pussy is so wet right now from wanting you to fuck me?"I said quietly.

"Tayler you know how fucking bad I want you. I see you every day come into my room in that little skirt. You're fucking gorgeous. The things I would do to you..." Mr. Jones trailed off.

"So do them..." I said taking the step toward him.

He ran his hands up my legs slowly and just looked at me.

"Damnit I can't resist you anymore." He said as he finally raised his hands up past my thighs and pulled down my thong.

He stuck one finger inside my pussy and I moaned with joy and wrapped my fingers in his hair. He was still sitting in his chair so I pulled my shirt up and pushed his face into my tits as he continued to finger fuck me.

"Oh god Mr. Jones. Please" I begged wanting more.

He growled and unclasped my bra and pushed me onto the desk so that my tits were against the cool metal since my shirt was pushed up.

"You don't know how long i've been waiting to taste you." He mumbled as I felt him start to lick my little pussy. He started to kiss around my pussy and slipped what felt like 2 fingers in and I gasped with surprise and moaned his name and grinded my hips against his fingers. He slowly slid his tongue in and out and pressed his face as hard as he could into me, and I let out a silent scream and clenched to the desk as he sent me over the top. 

I was no longer myself, I was an animal. I needed to be pounded, and to be satisfied.

"Fuck me now. Please Mr. Jones I need it so bad!" I begged as he continued to eat my pussy.

He turned me around and picked me up and layed me down on the wrestling mat. I started to take my skirt off but he stopped.

"I want to fuck you in your uniform. It's so sexy." He pulled down his pants and he was wearing blue tight boxer underwear and I could see a little precum above his enormous dick.

I started pulling on his shirt to bring him over to me and immediately started to kiss his lips. I tasted my pussy on his tongue, and I let out a little moan and pushed my hips up as he slid his cock up and down my wet slit.

He pushed his face into my neck and bit me as he slowly slid his dick in. I could feel his head stretching me open and I slammed my hips down, taking all his dick in me.

He put one hand on the mat behind my head, and the other on my hip and started to fuck me as hard as he could.

My eyes started to water and I was moaning like a mad woman, as my tits bounced up and down. I raked my fingernails down his back and screamed his name and begged to be his little slut.

Suddenly he wrapped his arms on me and rolled over so that I was on top. He grabbed my ass and I put my hands on his chest as I started to slide up and down his dick slowly. Oh my fucking god it was amazing.

I leaned up then and started grinding on his dick so fast that I felt like I was having multiple orgasms. I was screaming nonsensical things, and yes, and telling him how good his big cock felt in my pussy.

I started to hear someone come down the hallway but I ignored it because I was on the verge of the biggest orgasm of my life. Mr. Jones put his hand over my mouth and I kept humping him feeling his dick rubbing against my walls.

We heard the door start to jingle, but I couldn't stop. I was almost there. I went fast and started to whimper as I felt everything inside me explode. My pussy contracted and pulsed around his dick as I came, and just as the door opened I felt him shoot load after load into my pussy.

I looked over to see the assistant wrestling coach standing in the doorway looking at a half naked student riding her teacher.

It was weird because... He was smiling.

To be continued?

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