- When I Was A Kid -
Straight Female / 68
School Days
Things were different when I was a kid. Young girls being with much older men was pretty much considered normal. I don't recall anyone thinking much of it. When I was a sophomore in high school, it was common knowledge that some of the senior girls were sleeping with married teachers. The flirting was obvious in both directions. As a junior it continued with the new batch of certain senior girls. I also found one teacher starting to show me attention that wasn't related to my school work. To be honest, I enjoyed it, being very shy and awkward, guys never paid me any mind. I started hanging after school, asking for extra help, he was good at getting me to talk about my life and what I was feeling. Before the end of the year I stayed late helping him grade papers. He was upset with a paper I handed in with what he said was less than my usual effort. He told me if he was my dad, he'd spank me. In what was the first daring moment of my life, I dared him to try.
He grabbed me, spun me around, bent my head towards his desk top, lifted my dress and slapped my ass hard. I mean I yelped. He started slapping less hard but his hand lingered on my ass after each one followed by little squeezes. I felt like it was a thousand degrees in that classroom. My whole body was on fire. My stomach was in knots. My pussy was soaking wet and aching. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I could hardly breath.
I tried to say something, he covered my mouth with his hand then his other hand slipped between my legs and rubbed my pussy through my underwear. What he was doing felt better than anything ever had in my life. He was very skilled using his fingertips to massage my clit. I remember the excitement of that moment, him holding me, supposedly punishing me. The chance of getting caught, the slaps, then his fingers finding my clit. The pleasure was intense, the building made me shake. I was confused by the feeling of impending orgasm, tried to pull away. He pulled me hard against his body his hand still covering my mouth, thankfully because the tingle of orgasm intensified and it was a rush from there. Nothing could have stopped it then. I screamed into his hand when I came-it was my first ever and nothing ever felt better.
He straightened me out and sent me home after admonishing me to improve my work. I walked home thinking how how amazing it had all been and about his dick. He had pressed it against me when I tried to pull away. He was very hard and I felt him grinding. All I could think of for days was wanting to touch his dick, to feel it inside me.
The next week he told me to come after class. That's what he said, "I want you to come after class." That's what ended up happening although it was years before I got the irony. He said my mind was drifting, unfocused. He said once a girl cums, she needs to keep cumming to keep her mind clear. He wasn't wrong. This time he stood in front of me and rubbed me between my legs through my pants. It didn't take long. I stared at him then without really thinking, I grabbed his hard on and started feeling and squeezing it until I came.
The rest of the I stayed after to keep my mind clear. He only rubbed me at first through my clothes, while I fumbled with his dick through his pants. One day he told me to wear a dress the next day and to plan to stay after. My pussy was soaked all day. I thought he was going to fuck me that day. Instead, he pulled my underwear aside and fingered me. He commented on how wet and tight I was, he leaned down and licked my clit then rubbed in bare until I came. When I reached for his dick this time, I found he had taken it out. I was grabbing and pulling it. He showed me how to stroke it. He kept me on edge and came just before he finished me off getting cum all over my hand.
The next year, I lost my virginity to him at another teacher's house and fucked and sucked the year away and fantasized we would get married and all that. Of course that dried up and blew away as soon as I graduated. He died about fifteen years ago. I look back with fondness. I enjoyed what we had but today I think a teacher doing anything sexual with a student should be a crime but I just feel like it was different then. That's my big secret in life.
He grabbed me, spun me around, bent my head towards his desk top, lifted my dress and slapped my ass hard. I mean I yelped. He started slapping less hard but his hand lingered on my ass after each one followed by little squeezes. I felt like it was a thousand degrees in that classroom. My whole body was on fire. My stomach was in knots. My pussy was soaking wet and aching. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I could hardly breath.
I tried to say something, he covered my mouth with his hand then his other hand slipped between my legs and rubbed my pussy through my underwear. What he was doing felt better than anything ever had in my life. He was very skilled using his fingertips to massage my clit. I remember the excitement of that moment, him holding me, supposedly punishing me. The chance of getting caught, the slaps, then his fingers finding my clit. The pleasure was intense, the building made me shake. I was confused by the feeling of impending orgasm, tried to pull away. He pulled me hard against his body his hand still covering my mouth, thankfully because the tingle of orgasm intensified and it was a rush from there. Nothing could have stopped it then. I screamed into his hand when I came-it was my first ever and nothing ever felt better.
He straightened me out and sent me home after admonishing me to improve my work. I walked home thinking how how amazing it had all been and about his dick. He had pressed it against me when I tried to pull away. He was very hard and I felt him grinding. All I could think of for days was wanting to touch his dick, to feel it inside me.
The next week he told me to come after class. That's what he said, "I want you to come after class." That's what ended up happening although it was years before I got the irony. He said my mind was drifting, unfocused. He said once a girl cums, she needs to keep cumming to keep her mind clear. He wasn't wrong. This time he stood in front of me and rubbed me between my legs through my pants. It didn't take long. I stared at him then without really thinking, I grabbed his hard on and started feeling and squeezing it until I came.
The rest of the I stayed after to keep my mind clear. He only rubbed me at first through my clothes, while I fumbled with his dick through his pants. One day he told me to wear a dress the next day and to plan to stay after. My pussy was soaked all day. I thought he was going to fuck me that day. Instead, he pulled my underwear aside and fingered me. He commented on how wet and tight I was, he leaned down and licked my clit then rubbed in bare until I came. When I reached for his dick this time, I found he had taken it out. I was grabbing and pulling it. He showed me how to stroke it. He kept me on edge and came just before he finished me off getting cum all over my hand.
The next year, I lost my virginity to him at another teacher's house and fucked and sucked the year away and fantasized we would get married and all that. Of course that dried up and blew away as soon as I graduated. He died about fifteen years ago. I look back with fondness. I enjoyed what we had but today I think a teacher doing anything sexual with a student should be a crime but I just feel like it was different then. That's my big secret in life.
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