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Author's Note: This is the true story of what happened between me and a teacher of mine when I was 18. I plan to follow this story up with a story about what I wished happened instead, a fantasy version.
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She was the biggest woman I'd ever seen. In stature and in character. 6'3" on a good day without heels, and completely in control of any situation. A bossy bitch, but just nice enough that you felt compelled to argue and to fight back. A drop-dead gorgeous redhead with skin pale as milk and a pair of mouth watering E-cups beneath a blouse that was just a little too tight. That was Cailìn.
Of course, to me she wasn't Cailìn, she was Ms MacDonald, and I was her slave for the evening. I hope your dirty mind didn't jump to any conclusions there, or you'll be sorely disappointed! She was my teacher, and I was doing lines. I'd violated the school dress code five times too many and Ms MacDonald had very graciously offered to oversee my punishment herself.
I found the whole thing a tad hypocritical, to be honest with you. Her "plans" for the evening had been cancelled, and as she was hardly a perfect picture of modesty, I had an inkling as to what those "plans" might have been. Everyone loved Ms MacDonald, certainly. Bubbly, fun, witty, but passionate about her work, and stern, stern, stern when education was involved. But there were rumors. A great many rumors. The kind of rumors that don't just spring up out of nowhere. "Ms MacDonald is a lezzie!" Well, maybe. But we didn't care. It's the 21st century for goodness sake! "Ms MacDonald likes them young!", "Ms MacDonald is fucking the assistant!" These were a bit harder to ignore. If she knew about them she didn't care. Rumors come and go, but her duty was to her students, and to education, and she would never breake that sacred trust. At least, not without a little persuasion. That's where I came in.
"Are you a lezzer, Miss?" I asked.
"That's hardly an appropriate question," Ms MacDonald responded, not looking up from her book.
"Come on, Miss. I'm so bored, indulge me!" I said, with fake exasperation.
She smiled at me then. My first of many victories.
"If you must know. Yes, I'm a lesbian." She seemed proud of it, and fair play to her.
"I knew it," I said with a wink.
"Fantastic. Now, your lines, if you please." She looked away from me and I could hardly bear it. I had to have those magnificent green eyes back on mine.
"I'm bisexual myself, Miss." The gaze returned.
"Is that right?" She replied, with mock disinterest. She could pretend all she wanted, but I knew lust when I saw it. That slightly raised eyebrow, that twitch in her lips. She wanted me.
"You know Jasmine McGrade?" I asked.
"I do."
"I fucked her, Miss."
"Sinead! Language!" Her lips were pursed and her eyes went wide, but she wasn't fooling me. She wanted more, and I'd give her more than she could handle.
"But I did, Miss. I licked her from clit to crack."
I'd kicked off my shoes and turned round in the chair. Hiking up one leg and lifting my skirt, I spanked myself as hard as I could. Now this wasn't an immediate process, if Ms MacDonald had wanted to stop me I'm sure she could have. But she didn't. She just watched me wiggle my teenage ass right in her face.
Turning back round and planting my bum back in my seat, I gave Ms MacDonald the cheekiest smile I could muster, and rested my feet on her desk.
"Sinead!" she snarled, slamming her hands down hard. "You have five seconds to stop this nonsense or I'm suspending you on the spot."
Alright, Miss. I'll call your bluff. As I stood up from the chair and threw off my blazer, she didn't move, she didn't say a word. As I pulled down my skirt and tossed it to the side, she remained still, and she remained silent. Her nails were scratching the arms of her chair, her teeth were sunk into her lip, and her legs were crossed. She was exercising every ounce of restraint she could manage and it didn't look like she would have enough of it to resist.
I turned my back to her, and stuck my arse out. I swayed from left to right and back again, slowly, sensually.
"Touch me," I pleaded in a whispers. "Take what you want."
"No!" she sobbed. "Please, Sinead, I can't."
"Touch me," I repeated, lowering my arse, brushing it against her knees.
"Please, stop, we can't, I can't, get off me!"
"Touch me," I said for the final time, collapsing into her lap. I busied my hands in her long, ginger locks and turned my head around to look into those beautiful eyes.
Silence.
Fuck, had I blown it?
I felt a twitch in her hips, and then it happened.
"Fuck yes," she growled into my ear. Before I knew it her lips and tongue were dancing all about my neck, and her hands were exploring every inch of me. She was touching me alright, and then some. I turned my head to her again, and we entered each other's mouths. I felt her tongue rub against mine, her lips sucking my lips, and all the while she was pawing at my breasts and thighs and grinding her pussy against my ass. I think I must have been drunk on her saliva, because I didn't even entertain the idea that we might get caught, or that what we were doing was wrong. I just wanted to get off. As we smacked and sucked and fucked each other's mouths, I took hold of Ms MacDonald's hand. I could feel the dampness starting to appear as we bucked to and fro. We needed release.
"Put them inside," I whispered, holding her hand tight. "Please."
"God, I've wanted this for years," Ms MacDonald replied, delighted. Her hand practically shot beneath my panties and started rubbing my mound. Our kissing intensified, it was practically mouth-****, like something out of a Japanese porno. Our faces were completely coated in saliva.
"Please Miss, teach me, teach me how to fuck." unfortunately that cheesy line seemed to be our undoing.
"What? No, just, what? What are we doing? Fuck!" A series of harsh whispers saw me thrust to the floor, very unceremoniously. I think she started to cry, then. As if she couldn't really believe what had just happened.
"Go, Sinead. Get dressesd and get out of here," she said harshly, her tear-filled eyes avoiding mine.
I'd half a mind to shout at her that I'd say she'd ****d me if she didn't fuck me to orgasms, but the most powerful, strongest woman I'd ever met had been reduced to a quivering, sobbing mess by a girl half her height. It wasn't the time.
So that's what I did. I got dressed and left, before running to the school bathroom and fucking myself raw. I was in tears for most of it. My arousal overcame my worry and my sadness, however, and after a leg-shakingly good orgasm, I headed home.
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She was the biggest woman I'd ever seen. In stature and in character. 6'3" on a good day without heels, and completely in control of any situation. A bossy bitch, but just nice enough that you felt compelled to argue and to fight back. A drop-dead gorgeous redhead with skin pale as milk and a pair of mouth watering E-cups beneath a blouse that was just a little too tight. That was Cailìn.
Of course, to me she wasn't Cailìn, she was Ms MacDonald, and I was her slave for the evening. I hope your dirty mind didn't jump to any conclusions there, or you'll be sorely disappointed! She was my teacher, and I was doing lines. I'd violated the school dress code five times too many and Ms MacDonald had very graciously offered to oversee my punishment herself.
I found the whole thing a tad hypocritical, to be honest with you. Her "plans" for the evening had been cancelled, and as she was hardly a perfect picture of modesty, I had an inkling as to what those "plans" might have been. Everyone loved Ms MacDonald, certainly. Bubbly, fun, witty, but passionate about her work, and stern, stern, stern when education was involved. But there were rumors. A great many rumors. The kind of rumors that don't just spring up out of nowhere. "Ms MacDonald is a lezzie!" Well, maybe. But we didn't care. It's the 21st century for goodness sake! "Ms MacDonald likes them young!", "Ms MacDonald is fucking the assistant!" These were a bit harder to ignore. If she knew about them she didn't care. Rumors come and go, but her duty was to her students, and to education, and she would never breake that sacred trust. At least, not without a little persuasion. That's where I came in.
"Are you a lezzer, Miss?" I asked.
"That's hardly an appropriate question," Ms MacDonald responded, not looking up from her book.
"Come on, Miss. I'm so bored, indulge me!" I said, with fake exasperation.
She smiled at me then. My first of many victories.
"If you must know. Yes, I'm a lesbian." She seemed proud of it, and fair play to her.
"I knew it," I said with a wink.
"Fantastic. Now, your lines, if you please." She looked away from me and I could hardly bear it. I had to have those magnificent green eyes back on mine.
"I'm bisexual myself, Miss." The gaze returned.
"Is that right?" She replied, with mock disinterest. She could pretend all she wanted, but I knew lust when I saw it. That slightly raised eyebrow, that twitch in her lips. She wanted me.
"You know Jasmine McGrade?" I asked.
"I do."
"I fucked her, Miss."
"Sinead! Language!" Her lips were pursed and her eyes went wide, but she wasn't fooling me. She wanted more, and I'd give her more than she could handle.
"But I did, Miss. I licked her from clit to crack."
I'd kicked off my shoes and turned round in the chair. Hiking up one leg and lifting my skirt, I spanked myself as hard as I could. Now this wasn't an immediate process, if Ms MacDonald had wanted to stop me I'm sure she could have. But she didn't. She just watched me wiggle my teenage ass right in her face.
Turning back round and planting my bum back in my seat, I gave Ms MacDonald the cheekiest smile I could muster, and rested my feet on her desk.
"Sinead!" she snarled, slamming her hands down hard. "You have five seconds to stop this nonsense or I'm suspending you on the spot."
Alright, Miss. I'll call your bluff. As I stood up from the chair and threw off my blazer, she didn't move, she didn't say a word. As I pulled down my skirt and tossed it to the side, she remained still, and she remained silent. Her nails were scratching the arms of her chair, her teeth were sunk into her lip, and her legs were crossed. She was exercising every ounce of restraint she could manage and it didn't look like she would have enough of it to resist.
I turned my back to her, and stuck my arse out. I swayed from left to right and back again, slowly, sensually.
"Touch me," I pleaded in a whispers. "Take what you want."
"No!" she sobbed. "Please, Sinead, I can't."
"Touch me," I repeated, lowering my arse, brushing it against her knees.
"Please, stop, we can't, I can't, get off me!"
"Touch me," I said for the final time, collapsing into her lap. I busied my hands in her long, ginger locks and turned my head around to look into those beautiful eyes.
Silence.
Fuck, had I blown it?
I felt a twitch in her hips, and then it happened.
"Fuck yes," she growled into my ear. Before I knew it her lips and tongue were dancing all about my neck, and her hands were exploring every inch of me. She was touching me alright, and then some. I turned my head to her again, and we entered each other's mouths. I felt her tongue rub against mine, her lips sucking my lips, and all the while she was pawing at my breasts and thighs and grinding her pussy against my ass. I think I must have been drunk on her saliva, because I didn't even entertain the idea that we might get caught, or that what we were doing was wrong. I just wanted to get off. As we smacked and sucked and fucked each other's mouths, I took hold of Ms MacDonald's hand. I could feel the dampness starting to appear as we bucked to and fro. We needed release.
"Put them inside," I whispered, holding her hand tight. "Please."
"God, I've wanted this for years," Ms MacDonald replied, delighted. Her hand practically shot beneath my panties and started rubbing my mound. Our kissing intensified, it was practically mouth-****, like something out of a Japanese porno. Our faces were completely coated in saliva.
"Please Miss, teach me, teach me how to fuck." unfortunately that cheesy line seemed to be our undoing.
"What? No, just, what? What are we doing? Fuck!" A series of harsh whispers saw me thrust to the floor, very unceremoniously. I think she started to cry, then. As if she couldn't really believe what had just happened.
"Go, Sinead. Get dressesd and get out of here," she said harshly, her tear-filled eyes avoiding mine.
I'd half a mind to shout at her that I'd say she'd ****d me if she didn't fuck me to orgasms, but the most powerful, strongest woman I'd ever met had been reduced to a quivering, sobbing mess by a girl half her height. It wasn't the time.
So that's what I did. I got dressed and left, before running to the school bathroom and fucking myself raw. I was in tears for most of it. My arousal overcame my worry and my sadness, however, and after a leg-shakingly good orgasm, I headed home.
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