A Riddick Chronicle
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I was late for class. Again. I slowly opened the door to my classroom, hoping Ms. Peterson was absent. Just as I managed to open the door enough to peer inside the class, I saw her. She had her back to me, as she was writing down notes for the students to copy, on the blackboard. I couldn't help but admire her form. This was her first year teaching high school history, and she had no shortage of teenage boy admirers. She was tall, I don't know how tall she was bare foot, but in heels (which she always wore) she was taller than most in the school; faculty or student. If I had to guess, I would guess she was around 6'4", in her heels. Her brown hair was cut in a bob, and hazel her hazel eyes were usually looking through a pair of fashionable, yet stern glasses. Her long legs were almost always encased in stockings or pantyhose, and pencil skirts often hugged her ample hips and ass. The tops she wore were conservative enough, it’s not like anyone could ever look down her shirt, as she towered most who would try. She tended to wear darker colors, than complimented her dark hair and pale skin.
I was ripped from my revelry by the soft laughter of my classmates. Apparently Ms. Peterson had turned around, and her gaze was fixed squarely on me. I stammered, then said, "Sorry I'm late Ms. Peterson." She shook her head, with a sigh of disappointment and replied, "Just sit down, Mr. Andrews". I silently obliged and scurried to my seat. I didn't care for school much, but Ms. Peterson's 8th period class was always something I looked forward to. It always bothered me if I thought she might be unhappy with me. It felt like an eternity, but finally the bell rang, signaling that class had come to an end. I snapped my book shut and grabbed my bag, but before I could get up from my chair, I heard Ms. Peterson's stern voice telling me to, "stay right there, young man". She peered at me from over her glasses and said, "We need to talk. I would like to have a word with you." I silently cursed and looked down at my desk.
Here we go. I dared not look at her, as her heels clacked on the hard classroom floor, as she walked over to me. I merely tried to watch her as best as I could, from the corner of my eye. She pulled up a chair in front of my desk and sat down across from me. Taking off her glasses, she continued "You have been late for every history class for the last week. I looked at her schedule, and I know the class before mine is only down the hall". She set her glasses down and looked me in the eye. I avoided her gaze as best as I could. "Do you not like history? Is it me? Are... are you having trouble at home?" She asked in rapid succession, her voice very clinical. "I like history, and everything is fine at home", I answered, trying to avoid mentioning my feelings about her. "Mmm, I see", she replied, "So... you, do you have a problem with me then?” I panicked, and blurted out, "N-No way!", and quickly added, "As a matter of fact, you're the high light of my day!" My eyes widened as I heard myself, and quickly tried to amend my statement with, "Your class! You, uh, your class is the highlight of my day, Ms. Peterson". Her hazel eyes betrayed very little as she replied, "Really, Mr. Andrews... Is that so?" I was nervous and sweat started to bead up, on my forehead. I didn't know what to do. I instinctively grabbed for my pen and began to fidget with it, on the desk. Ms. Peterson took hold of my hands, and felt an all too familiar stirring in my loins. Her eyes watched me, appraising my worth. "Mr. Andrews, are you all right?" Her voice became muted to me, as for the first time I was able to see her cleavage, as she leaned forward to talk to me. Her breasts her large, yet firm looking. I had enough time to idly wonder if they would sag without the bra, before I realized she saw me. She smirked and spoke, coldly, "Ah. I see now. You do like me, don't you?” I couldn't respond. My heart was pounding in my chest, the noise was reverberating in my ear drums. I vaguely remember mumbling, "Yes. Very much", but it seemed like and out of body experience. "Well, isn’t that cute. For being so brave, and admitting it, I won't fail you. In fact, you deserve something...” She let go of my hand, and stood. She smoothed down her skirt and walked behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and began to rub them. I immediately lowered my head and groaned. She had very strong and educated hands. From under my arms, I watched her legs. My eyes started and her heels and slowly made their way up her perfectly shaped calves, all the way to her thick thighs. I admired how her gray stockings went from dark, to light as her legs stretched out the silky material. I couldn't help but be startled when she commented. "You like my legs, Mr. Andrews? Do you want to touch them?" She didn't wait for my answer. She took my right hand and placed it on her knee. "Don't turn around. Nothing above mid-thigh", she commanded, and I listened. The feeling of her taut legs covered in the silky material of the nylon instantly caused my dick to stir. She asked, "Do you like this?" I replied, "Your stockings are sexy...” She laughed softly, and responded, "These are pantyhose. Helps me to keep everything where it should be...” I couldn't imagine anything was loose or hanging on her body, so I paid no mind to her comment and kept rubbing my hand up and down her leg. After a moment, I felt emboldened, and broke her rule. I passed mid-thigh. On the inside of her thigh, my fingers grazed something. At first, I thought it to be some weird growth. All of a sudden, I felt her right hand slide up to the back of my head, and push my face down onto my desk, pinning me there. "Mr. Andrews.... what did I say?" I helplessly fought against her. "Get the fuck off of me! Is this a joke?! You get off being like a fucking cock-tease to students?!" Was my teenage temper tantrum driven reply. "Cock-Tease? Me? Oh... Mr. Andrews... you've got it all backwards...” This was confusing to me. I had no reply, which was better, as I was yanked from my seat, by my hair. Both hands took me by the shoulders and ushered me over to the blackboard. As I was spun around and pushed up against it, Ms. Peterson held me firmly in place, with her left hand on my chest. "Unbutton. My. Shirt." Was all she said, her tone becoming predatory. "Let me g --" Her hand shot up to my throat. "Now...” My shaky hands did the best they could, as I looked up to watch the much taller woman watch me, expressionless. "Good. Keep looking at me. Reach around behind me and unzip my skirt." I did as I was told, my dick was the hardest I've ever felt it as I finally managed to get the zipper down and I heard the skirt hit the floor.
"Good...now... you can look at my body...”She commanded. She didn't have to tell me twice. The first stop for my eyes, was her ample chest. Her b**sts were just below my eye level, and my eyes hungrily devoured her cleavage, and contours of her breasts. He laughed as she saw my expression, as I was wowed by her tits. I also noted how toned and physically fit she was, as her left hand kept me firmly in place. She slowly released me and took a step back, resting her hands on the curve of her hips, and letting me have a better view of her body. I was speechless, which was for the better, because when my eyes finally slid done to her crotch, had I possessed the ability to scream, I would have. I finally understood her pantyhose remark. There, hardly contained by her pantyhose, pressed against the inside of her right thigh, was the largest dick I had ever seen. In fact, this was not a dick, or a penis: this was a cock. Semi-flaccid it easily dwarfed my own erection. My eyes couldn't leave the thick, veiny member that was slowly growing, even as I watched. Ms. Peterson was apparently enjoying this. I tried to back away, but I was already up against the blackboard: Stuck between a Cock and a hard place, I suppose. She tilted her head to the side, a bemused expression playing on her face. Her hands slid down her lithe body, finding her swelling member. She patted it, after giving it a few squeezes through her pantyhose. "Mr. Andrews, I'm going to fuck you. If you're lucky, I might care about what you want, at a later date. You have a choice: You can suck my cock, or I can dry fuck your ass...” She removed her bra, as she waited for my response. It turned out, her tits only fell slightly out of the bra. I heard myself say, "Not dry, please..." as I knew resistance would be futile... and maybe part of me didn't want to resist. Her hands moved to my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. With her height, I was the perfect cock sucking height. Her hand pushed my face into her crotch and I began to kiss and lick at her cock, through her pantyhose. I reflexively took a deep breath, inhaling the musky, yet perfumed scent of her crotch. Her hand slid under her pantyhose and she adjusted her cock, pointing it straight up, so that I had access to the sensitive underside of her womanhood. She was now erect, and her size was tremendous. I doubted if I could wrap my hand around her girth, and the head of her cock peeked out through the top of her hose. She was thoroughly enjoying my awe of her erection and grabbed a ruler that was resting on the shelf of the blackboard. "Let's practice our measuring, Mr. Andrews. Tell me how big my Cock is...” She said coyly, as she handed me down the ruler. My hands were trembling as I held the ruler up alongside her. "O-oh my God... e-eleven inches...” I sputtered. He laughed and smashed my face into her crotch again. "Correct... now fucking lick. All the way from my balls to the head..." I was helpless to resist her. I did as she commanded, relishing the aroma of her nuts, as I obediently bathed her genitals with my tongue. She moaned and began to fondle her own tits with her hands. "Good..." I needed no more instructions as I covered her most sensitive parts with long slow licks. "Good, now..." Her hands came down to the front of her crotch and she tore open a hole in the front of her hose. Her cock spilled out of the hole, heavily slapping me on my face. My hands grabbed at it, reflexively and I was right... they could not encompass her.
She laughed for a moment before continuing with a low and ominous, "Suck my Cock." I timidly guided the head of her monster into my mouth, and it was all I could do, not to gag. She leaned into it, but I couldn't manage much more than that, as she was huge. Her frustration was palpable, and after a few sc****s from my teeth she removed her cock from my mouth, with a wet pop. "We will have to work on your cock sucking skills, young man...” She chided. I became terrified and excited all at the same time, as she inferred we would have another encounter. She brought a hand up to her mouth and licked her palm, before returning it to her hard cock and slowly stroked it. "Kneel between my legs. I want you to lick my balls", was her command and I obeyed. She opened her legs enough for me to slide between them and suckle and lick at her large, soft balls. Her musky scent was ambrosia to my senses, and her taste was intoxicating. She cooed and moaned at the attentions as she applied more and more spit to her throbbing erection. "Good boy. Now stand up and pull down your pants." I did as I was told. Finally my own hard on was able to breathe. She looked it over, seemingly uninterested. "Turn around." I knew what was coming. Reluctantly, I did as she said. She put a hand on my upper back and angled me forward, against the blackboard. I heard her heels as she took her stance behind me. I could feel the tip of her cock touching the edge of my hole, and I was terrified. I also returned to my body, as I realized she was about to fuck my ass. "Wait...” I said and tried to turn to face her, with her left hand she grabbed the back of my neck, and pressed my cheek into the blackboard. With her other hand, she started to insert her dick into my ass. I could feel the head of her monstrous dick pressing into my anus. "Relax, and you might be able to walk after this" she said, coldly. I didn't relax, of course. I was about to get fucked in my ass. It didn't really matter, as she slid her enormity inside of me, inch by agonizing inch. I knew her cock was eleven inches, but it felt like a mile. She just kept giving me more; going deeper and deeper. I tried to scream, but it was too much. I opened my mouth, but only breathless silence escaped. It was an excruciating process. Finally I felt her pelvis make contact with my ass, and she stopped. She began to move her hips side to side, and in small circles, and slowly the pain dissipated. I groaned loudly and so did she. She took a firm grip of my neck and hip and started to move in and out of me slowly. "My god, you're so tight." She said while easing her big girl in and out of my ass. "How does it feel to be fucked by your teacher, Mr. Andrews? Not what you hoped?" My face and hands began to go numb and I mumbled, in a daze. “You’re so big... it's... great". Hearing this she started to fuck me harder and faster. We began to collide, filling the room with slapping noises. Her grip around my waist tightened. Harder and harder she pounded me, making sore to nearly pull all the way out, before pushing herself deep inside of me. My cock was harder than it had ever been before. Suddenly she slammed her entirety even deeper inside of me. She screamed out and came. I felt her massive cock throb and pulse in my ass, as she shot rope after rope of her cum into me. She made some final hard thrusts and when she was finally spent, she took her cock out. She exhaled and sat down on her desk. My asshole was throbbing and cum was leaking her cum. "You are a great fuck, Mr. Andrews. I can't wait to pound your ass again. Now, pull your pants up and write 'I won't be late again' 100 times on the board, and get out of my classroom." She peeled her sweaty pantyhose off of her body, then got dressed. She walked over to me, balled them up and stuffed them in my mouth. "You can have these... jerk off to them later, if you want." With that she gathered her things and headed for the door. She knew I was hers now, and would obey her. That was the last thing she said before she left me there. I couldn't wait to see her again....
I was ripped from my revelry by the soft laughter of my classmates. Apparently Ms. Peterson had turned around, and her gaze was fixed squarely on me. I stammered, then said, "Sorry I'm late Ms. Peterson." She shook her head, with a sigh of disappointment and replied, "Just sit down, Mr. Andrews". I silently obliged and scurried to my seat. I didn't care for school much, but Ms. Peterson's 8th period class was always something I looked forward to. It always bothered me if I thought she might be unhappy with me. It felt like an eternity, but finally the bell rang, signaling that class had come to an end. I snapped my book shut and grabbed my bag, but before I could get up from my chair, I heard Ms. Peterson's stern voice telling me to, "stay right there, young man". She peered at me from over her glasses and said, "We need to talk. I would like to have a word with you." I silently cursed and looked down at my desk.
Here we go. I dared not look at her, as her heels clacked on the hard classroom floor, as she walked over to me. I merely tried to watch her as best as I could, from the corner of my eye. She pulled up a chair in front of my desk and sat down across from me. Taking off her glasses, she continued "You have been late for every history class for the last week. I looked at her schedule, and I know the class before mine is only down the hall". She set her glasses down and looked me in the eye. I avoided her gaze as best as I could. "Do you not like history? Is it me? Are... are you having trouble at home?" She asked in rapid succession, her voice very clinical. "I like history, and everything is fine at home", I answered, trying to avoid mentioning my feelings about her. "Mmm, I see", she replied, "So... you, do you have a problem with me then?” I panicked, and blurted out, "N-No way!", and quickly added, "As a matter of fact, you're the high light of my day!" My eyes widened as I heard myself, and quickly tried to amend my statement with, "Your class! You, uh, your class is the highlight of my day, Ms. Peterson". Her hazel eyes betrayed very little as she replied, "Really, Mr. Andrews... Is that so?" I was nervous and sweat started to bead up, on my forehead. I didn't know what to do. I instinctively grabbed for my pen and began to fidget with it, on the desk. Ms. Peterson took hold of my hands, and felt an all too familiar stirring in my loins. Her eyes watched me, appraising my worth. "Mr. Andrews, are you all right?" Her voice became muted to me, as for the first time I was able to see her cleavage, as she leaned forward to talk to me. Her breasts her large, yet firm looking. I had enough time to idly wonder if they would sag without the bra, before I realized she saw me. She smirked and spoke, coldly, "Ah. I see now. You do like me, don't you?” I couldn't respond. My heart was pounding in my chest, the noise was reverberating in my ear drums. I vaguely remember mumbling, "Yes. Very much", but it seemed like and out of body experience. "Well, isn’t that cute. For being so brave, and admitting it, I won't fail you. In fact, you deserve something...” She let go of my hand, and stood. She smoothed down her skirt and walked behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and began to rub them. I immediately lowered my head and groaned. She had very strong and educated hands. From under my arms, I watched her legs. My eyes started and her heels and slowly made their way up her perfectly shaped calves, all the way to her thick thighs. I admired how her gray stockings went from dark, to light as her legs stretched out the silky material. I couldn't help but be startled when she commented. "You like my legs, Mr. Andrews? Do you want to touch them?" She didn't wait for my answer. She took my right hand and placed it on her knee. "Don't turn around. Nothing above mid-thigh", she commanded, and I listened. The feeling of her taut legs covered in the silky material of the nylon instantly caused my dick to stir. She asked, "Do you like this?" I replied, "Your stockings are sexy...” She laughed softly, and responded, "These are pantyhose. Helps me to keep everything where it should be...” I couldn't imagine anything was loose or hanging on her body, so I paid no mind to her comment and kept rubbing my hand up and down her leg. After a moment, I felt emboldened, and broke her rule. I passed mid-thigh. On the inside of her thigh, my fingers grazed something. At first, I thought it to be some weird growth. All of a sudden, I felt her right hand slide up to the back of my head, and push my face down onto my desk, pinning me there. "Mr. Andrews.... what did I say?" I helplessly fought against her. "Get the fuck off of me! Is this a joke?! You get off being like a fucking cock-tease to students?!" Was my teenage temper tantrum driven reply. "Cock-Tease? Me? Oh... Mr. Andrews... you've got it all backwards...” This was confusing to me. I had no reply, which was better, as I was yanked from my seat, by my hair. Both hands took me by the shoulders and ushered me over to the blackboard. As I was spun around and pushed up against it, Ms. Peterson held me firmly in place, with her left hand on my chest. "Unbutton. My. Shirt." Was all she said, her tone becoming predatory. "Let me g --" Her hand shot up to my throat. "Now...” My shaky hands did the best they could, as I looked up to watch the much taller woman watch me, expressionless. "Good. Keep looking at me. Reach around behind me and unzip my skirt." I did as I was told, my dick was the hardest I've ever felt it as I finally managed to get the zipper down and I heard the skirt hit the floor.
"Good...now... you can look at my body...”She commanded. She didn't have to tell me twice. The first stop for my eyes, was her ample chest. Her b**sts were just below my eye level, and my eyes hungrily devoured her cleavage, and contours of her breasts. He laughed as she saw my expression, as I was wowed by her tits. I also noted how toned and physically fit she was, as her left hand kept me firmly in place. She slowly released me and took a step back, resting her hands on the curve of her hips, and letting me have a better view of her body. I was speechless, which was for the better, because when my eyes finally slid done to her crotch, had I possessed the ability to scream, I would have. I finally understood her pantyhose remark. There, hardly contained by her pantyhose, pressed against the inside of her right thigh, was the largest dick I had ever seen. In fact, this was not a dick, or a penis: this was a cock. Semi-flaccid it easily dwarfed my own erection. My eyes couldn't leave the thick, veiny member that was slowly growing, even as I watched. Ms. Peterson was apparently enjoying this. I tried to back away, but I was already up against the blackboard: Stuck between a Cock and a hard place, I suppose. She tilted her head to the side, a bemused expression playing on her face. Her hands slid down her lithe body, finding her swelling member. She patted it, after giving it a few squeezes through her pantyhose. "Mr. Andrews, I'm going to fuck you. If you're lucky, I might care about what you want, at a later date. You have a choice: You can suck my cock, or I can dry fuck your ass...” She removed her bra, as she waited for my response. It turned out, her tits only fell slightly out of the bra. I heard myself say, "Not dry, please..." as I knew resistance would be futile... and maybe part of me didn't want to resist. Her hands moved to my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. With her height, I was the perfect cock sucking height. Her hand pushed my face into her crotch and I began to kiss and lick at her cock, through her pantyhose. I reflexively took a deep breath, inhaling the musky, yet perfumed scent of her crotch. Her hand slid under her pantyhose and she adjusted her cock, pointing it straight up, so that I had access to the sensitive underside of her womanhood. She was now erect, and her size was tremendous. I doubted if I could wrap my hand around her girth, and the head of her cock peeked out through the top of her hose. She was thoroughly enjoying my awe of her erection and grabbed a ruler that was resting on the shelf of the blackboard. "Let's practice our measuring, Mr. Andrews. Tell me how big my Cock is...” She said coyly, as she handed me down the ruler. My hands were trembling as I held the ruler up alongside her. "O-oh my God... e-eleven inches...” I sputtered. He laughed and smashed my face into her crotch again. "Correct... now fucking lick. All the way from my balls to the head..." I was helpless to resist her. I did as she commanded, relishing the aroma of her nuts, as I obediently bathed her genitals with my tongue. She moaned and began to fondle her own tits with her hands. "Good..." I needed no more instructions as I covered her most sensitive parts with long slow licks. "Good, now..." Her hands came down to the front of her crotch and she tore open a hole in the front of her hose. Her cock spilled out of the hole, heavily slapping me on my face. My hands grabbed at it, reflexively and I was right... they could not encompass her.
She laughed for a moment before continuing with a low and ominous, "Suck my Cock." I timidly guided the head of her monster into my mouth, and it was all I could do, not to gag. She leaned into it, but I couldn't manage much more than that, as she was huge. Her frustration was palpable, and after a few sc****s from my teeth she removed her cock from my mouth, with a wet pop. "We will have to work on your cock sucking skills, young man...” She chided. I became terrified and excited all at the same time, as she inferred we would have another encounter. She brought a hand up to her mouth and licked her palm, before returning it to her hard cock and slowly stroked it. "Kneel between my legs. I want you to lick my balls", was her command and I obeyed. She opened her legs enough for me to slide between them and suckle and lick at her large, soft balls. Her musky scent was ambrosia to my senses, and her taste was intoxicating. She cooed and moaned at the attentions as she applied more and more spit to her throbbing erection. "Good boy. Now stand up and pull down your pants." I did as I was told. Finally my own hard on was able to breathe. She looked it over, seemingly uninterested. "Turn around." I knew what was coming. Reluctantly, I did as she said. She put a hand on my upper back and angled me forward, against the blackboard. I heard her heels as she took her stance behind me. I could feel the tip of her cock touching the edge of my hole, and I was terrified. I also returned to my body, as I realized she was about to fuck my ass. "Wait...” I said and tried to turn to face her, with her left hand she grabbed the back of my neck, and pressed my cheek into the blackboard. With her other hand, she started to insert her dick into my ass. I could feel the head of her monstrous dick pressing into my anus. "Relax, and you might be able to walk after this" she said, coldly. I didn't relax, of course. I was about to get fucked in my ass. It didn't really matter, as she slid her enormity inside of me, inch by agonizing inch. I knew her cock was eleven inches, but it felt like a mile. She just kept giving me more; going deeper and deeper. I tried to scream, but it was too much. I opened my mouth, but only breathless silence escaped. It was an excruciating process. Finally I felt her pelvis make contact with my ass, and she stopped. She began to move her hips side to side, and in small circles, and slowly the pain dissipated. I groaned loudly and so did she. She took a firm grip of my neck and hip and started to move in and out of me slowly. "My god, you're so tight." She said while easing her big girl in and out of my ass. "How does it feel to be fucked by your teacher, Mr. Andrews? Not what you hoped?" My face and hands began to go numb and I mumbled, in a daze. “You’re so big... it's... great". Hearing this she started to fuck me harder and faster. We began to collide, filling the room with slapping noises. Her grip around my waist tightened. Harder and harder she pounded me, making sore to nearly pull all the way out, before pushing herself deep inside of me. My cock was harder than it had ever been before. Suddenly she slammed her entirety even deeper inside of me. She screamed out and came. I felt her massive cock throb and pulse in my ass, as she shot rope after rope of her cum into me. She made some final hard thrusts and when she was finally spent, she took her cock out. She exhaled and sat down on her desk. My asshole was throbbing and cum was leaking her cum. "You are a great fuck, Mr. Andrews. I can't wait to pound your ass again. Now, pull your pants up and write 'I won't be late again' 100 times on the board, and get out of my classroom." She peeled her sweaty pantyhose off of her body, then got dressed. She walked over to me, balled them up and stuffed them in my mouth. "You can have these... jerk off to them later, if you want." With that she gathered her things and headed for the door. She knew I was hers now, and would obey her. That was the last thing she said before she left me there. I couldn't wait to see her again....
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