He walked back around me and stood so close I could feel his heat. Putting one of his feet between mine, he kicked sideways at each one until I was forced to spread my legs for him. Then nothing for a moment or two, I felt that I was being inspected. Then a slap from his hand landed keenly on my pussy lips through my knickers. I actually yelped and wriggled. I felt my pussy juices break the seal of my lips and soak the cotton of my pants. His fingers stroked where they had slapped and then slowly and deliberately moved inside the cloth, stroking some more. I found myself pushing back against his fingers. He laughed.
“Are you sorry yet Leila?” “If I say I am sorry Sir, will you let me go home now?” I chanced the question, thinking I knew the answer. “You can leave now if you want to” he said, infuriatingly. I didn’t move. He laughed again “Slut”. I was furious and put my hands behind me to pull my skirt down as I moved to stand. He grabbed my hands holding them together against my back in one of his hands and the movement forced me back down against the desk. I struggled, honestly I did, but he was too strong for me. “You want it Leila, you want it bad and we’re going to keep playing this game until you beg me for more”.
I heard him undo his belt buckle and began to shake, heard the leather slide from the belt loops, the buckle hanging loose and jangling. I thought he might beat me with it, but no, he wrapped the belt around my wrists, tightly securing them, leaving both his hands free.
Then, with no warning, he pushed one of his fingers deep into my cunt. I cried out in shock and as he moved the finger in and out slowly, I felt more shame steal over me, knowing he knew how wet I was and how my body was aching for him. He pulled the finger out, replacing it with two fingers, working my sopping wet cunt and now another finger moved to my clit, circling it, teasing me as he drove in and out of me. I found myself riding back onto his hand, an orgasm fast approaching, hips and ass bucking in time with his invasion and as suddenly as he’d started, he withdrew his hand.
I flopped back against the desk, disappointment flooding through me. He slapped my ass again, harder this time, the crack echoing through the classroom. “You haven’t earned your orgasm yet” he walked back around the desk to my flushed face. “Watch me” he said quietly. He undid the top button on his jeans, my face inches from him as he did. The remaining buttons popped tantalisingly slowly, revealing his tight cotton shorts and the defined outline of his cock. He rubbed over the area with one hand and then he pulled down the front of his shorts, releasing his cock. It was the biggest cock I’d seen, although I admit to not having seen many and never this close to before. His balls followed and were huge and heavy with cum. He ran his hand up and down his shaft, slowly wanking it in front of my face, I could see his precum glistening on the smooth pink head and I involuntarily licked my lips.
He reached out to me and almost tenderly gathered my plaits at the base of my neck and then pulled back hard until my head raised up, my chin back and my mouth forced open and then moved forwards until the head of his cock was wiping gently against my lips. I licked again, my tongue tasting him for the first time and he pushed gently slowly forward until the head of his cock was between my lips. I sucked, it was instinctive and he moaned a little, sliding another inch or so along my tongue. He was big enough to fill my mouth, the edges of his shaft grazing lightly against my teeth. His grip on my hair tightened and he drove in again, deeper this time and I found myself taking almost all of it into my mouth.
As soon as I began to get used to the pace and invasion, he drove harder, hitting the back of my throat hard and causing me to gag against it spasmodically. When tears were pouring down my face, for no other reason than the amount of times I’d gagged, he withdrew and walked behind me once more.
The now customary stinging slaps began across my asscheeks, thighs and on my pussy too. I started and felt my legs go weak. Then deliberately slowly he began to stroke the end of his hard penis from my clit past my sopping wet cunt and up to my ass, spreading the juices as he went. The feeling was so intense I heard myself moaning before I realised I was doing it.
“You want me to fuck you Leila?” “Yes” I whispered. “Speak up and call me Sir” he chided, laughing at me again. I put away my pride and answered him “Yes Sir, I want you to fuck me”. His response was immediate and he pushed his hard leaking cock gradually but surely all the way up to his balls into my tight unused cunt. The short lived pain of losing my virginity was nothing compared to the feeling of being filled by him and as he withdrew for his second thrust, I found myself already pushing back to take him. His strokes were measured, controlled and rhythmic and his hands reached forward, pulling me by the plaits back onto him. I could feel his bollocks swinging, hitting my clit with each stroke as he increased pace and then, to my horror, he let go of one plait and began massaging my asshole.
“What the hell are you doing? Stop that” I cried, “Trust me” he said “give yourself to me Leila, freely, or I swear I’ll take it anyway. It will be so much better for you if you go with it”. He hadn’t stopped his ministrations and I felt the pressure increase, he was using my own juices to ease his way and as I began to enjoy the sensation of being fucked and having my ass touched, he slid the end of one finger inside my hot tight ass. It didn’t hurt, although it felt a little strange and he began to move his finger in and out, to the same rhythm as his cock. I couldn’t help pushing back onto his cock and soon I felt that there was much more than a fingertip invading my ass too. He must have replaced one finger with two, as he had with my pussy earlier. As he worked my ass harder, I felt my orgasm building, much stronger than anything I had felt before and he must have felt it through the tension in my body because suddenly, I was bereft again. He had withdrawn his cock and his fingers from me and left me lying there, exposed and no longer ashamed. I was pure frustration.
He yanked me to my feet by pulling the belted together arms back and simply walked with me over to his chair behind his desk. It was a big comfortable chair, without arms and he slid his jeans off now, along with his pants. He really did have a beautifully toned body. I surveyed him and his turgid cock for the first time almost.
“You are going to fuck my cock with your tight little virgin ass” “I don’t know how” I said, frightened and interested. “You’re going to sit on my knee, like the dirty little schoolgirl you are, only you’re going to have my cock in your ass when you do it”. He pulled me towards him, pausing to open my shirt, one button at a time with his usual measured patience and slid it until it rested on my cuffed hands. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, his hand roughly massaging the other and I felt renewed wetness between my legs. He bit down on my nipple and then stopped, smiling, when I moaned and pushed towards him. “You really are the dirtiest bitch Leila, I only wish we had more time to get to know each other”.
His hands moved to my hips and he turned me around, my back to him and parted my asscheeks with his hands. “Sit slowly Leila. I can’t lie to you, this will hurt some, but you will cum so very, very hard”. As I sat, I felt him position the head of his cock against my ass, blindly pushing its way into the tiny opening, I felt a sudden hot pain as I opened for him and the swollen head of his cock, wet with my cunt juice and his precum entered my anus. I yelled out and tried to rise, but he held me firm by my arms, waiting for me to relax and as the pain subsided, he pulled me closer to his lap. I was gradually taking that huge cock, inch by inch, into my ass. He worked it very slowly and gradually, tiny in and out motions that loosened me and yet made me wild for more.
Finally he was able to pull me all the way back and I sat on his lap, his whole cock jammed up my ass. He let go of my arms then, and sat back. I wondered what to do for a second or two and then my instincts kicked in. I began to ride the cock, tentatively at first and then with increased enthusiasm until I was bouncing on it, he put one hand around the front of me and began slapping my clit lightly with his hand as I ground down onto him and with the other he pinched and held onto one of my nipples.
Electric shocks of feeling were shooting up and down my body, from my tits to my cunt and my ass and I felt my stomach tighten in response. “Oh Sir, I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum on your cock Mr Emerson” and I gave myself over to the waves of explosive pleasure wracking my body, my hips working hard against him and my tits bouncing. I felt him surge upwards and he shouted an exclamation as he shot his load deep inside me.
I collapsed, panting, head down, still speared on his cock and stayed that way for a short while. Finally I felt his cock soften a little and I looked around enquiringly for further instruction. He undid the belt around my wrists and I rubbed them ruefully. “Good girl, get dressed now” he said. I obeyed him, feeling a little hurt.
When I gathered my clothes up and put them on, I turned to see him sitting, fully dressed, looking as he did at the beginning of each lesson, calm and in control and I couldn’t help myself. I said “Is that it?” “Leila, I’m old and you’re young. You’re leaving school in a few days, I’m a teacher. You know there is nothing more.”
I stuck out my bottom lip; feeling used, and looked at the floor. “Leila, sweetheart, there is nothing to be sad about. You have your whole life ahead of you. I’m honoured to have been able to set you off on a path of great adventures, I hope”
I realised that he was right. It had been great and intense and not the horrible fumblings my friends talked about. And I vowed there and then to actively seek pleasure, and occasionally, a little pain.
As I walked home that night, my body aching from the experience, I felt his cum leak from my ass and smiled. Mr Emerson’s last lesson had indeed been an education.
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