Amy and the English Teacher

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Amy was so happy to be finishing high school. It was the beginning of her last semester, and she was soon going to be enrolling at State College, just another step on her path towards realizing her dream of becoming a pediatrician. At eighteen, she was satisfied with her life, her schoolwork, and her future. Things couldn't be better!

Before graduating though, Amy had to complete another English credit. That was of no worry; she always enjoyed her English classes, and she especially loved reading. A precocious teen, she spent hours reading on her own time. News magazines, fiction, online blogs about racism, sexism, and politics. She liked to think that she was politically progressive. Although shy and reluctant to speak during class time, she looked forward to staying after class to discuss her reading of a particular text with her teachers. It made her feel good to gain confirmation from a superior that her interpretations were insightful and spot-on. They often encouraged her to talk more in class, yet Amy remained reluctant.

Entering her English class on the first day of the spring semester, Amy anticipated a fun time. It was American literature, her favorite subject. Sitting down at an open desk before the bell, Amy turned her attention to a new novel she was reading. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was doing this to draw attention to herself, an attempt to gain the new teacher's favor, who, upon entering the class, would surely notice her earnestness. A faint satisfied grin could be observed upon her face as she fingered through the novel.

The bell having sounded, Amy heard the footsteps of her fellow classmates, quickly fleeing to their sits. Reluctant to look up from her novel, Amy immersed herself further into its pages, although the story wasn't completely registering. She was waiting on the teacher to come in and see her diligence. Soon, a lone pair of footsteps entered through the door and approached the instructor's desk at the back of the class. She made sure to read some more before glancing up. As the steps neared the front of the class, where Amy was carefully positioned, she finally placed the book down and turned towards the teacher. Amy felt her heart skip a beat or two as she took her new teacher in: she knew that Mr. E was new to the school but had no clue how handsome he was. This was the first time she had seen him, although she had heard some of the other girls talking about him in the hallways earlier that day. Tall, toned, and dark-haired, Amy couldn't help but stare. He was somewhere in his early to mid-thirties. His dress shirt neatly conformed to the contours of his muscles and revealed a slim waist just above his firm ass. He was beautiful, and she felt an immediate attraction to him.

The other girls had said he was married, but Amy couldn't help but feel excited by her new teacher as she crossed her milky white thighs at her desk, exposed as they were by her skirt.

A pretty girl, Amy was popular among her peers. Girls often complemented her on her long, light brown hair, although they tended to deride her as a "slut" behind her back as girls are sometimes apt to do. The guys, on the other hand, while avoiding direct compliments, made sure to observe her firm, abiding ass as she walked past them down the hall. She was a small-breasted, green-eyed girl, but what she lacked in cup size, she more than compensated for in the back of her jeans. She was petite and possessed a baby-face, what she maintained was the curse of her mother, a woman who still appeared relatively childish although pushing her mid-forties.

Although a good girl, she had nonetheless experimented. Only a couple weeks after her eighteenth birthday, she had sucked Hunter off at a party. The two were forced into a dark closet, as the others waited outside, talking loudly. Anxious but curious, Amy slid his pants down. Hunter attempted to hide his little boner with his hands, ashamed. Amy laughed to fight her nerves and placed his cock in her mouth. The group called time before she had a chance to get the embarrassed boy off. That was her first sexual encounter.

And then there was Jonathan, her brief boyfriend. They had dated for a while. One night he invited her over to watch some movies. His parents were gone. While one of the movies played, he began nibbling on her ear. He felt up her shirt, exposing her little titties. She was taken aback, but consented to his kisses to her breasts. He then ripped off her jeans and panties, plunging his dick into her. After a while of taking Jonathan's prick, Amy began to enjoy his attention. She did not cum, but something about having a male's sexual attention made her feel gratified. He pulled out and splashed her face with his cum. Amy felt an initial repulsion, but laughed a little when she looked at her jizz-soaked face in the mirror. Jonathan was slightly perturbed, worried that he had not gotten her off.

"Don't worry," Amy said. "It felt good."

Amy observed Mr. E at the front of the classroom.

"Okay, friends, students, and fellow countrymen, lend me your ears. And that means you, smart phone guy in the back!"

Mr. E pointed to a student still enraptured by his phone. The student smiled and laughed. "No problem, Mr. E."

The other students let out a nervous laugh, including Amy. She liked Mr. E's personality. He seemed to have a unique rapport with his students.

After reviewing the syllabus and enumerating his course expectations, Mr. E let his students go.

"I know the bell hasn't sounded yet, but just go. It's no biggie."

The faces of her classmates expressed approval of their new teacher, and Amy couldn't help but be pleased with her English instructor. Mr. E was definitely going to be cool. And it didn't hurt that he was attractive.

That night, while Amy soaked in the bathtub, reading a Melville short story for Mr. E's class, she started to rub her inner thighs. She had masturbated before but never thinking about someone specific. It was mostly just the idea of sex. But now, she moved her hand up to caress her little clit, thinking about Mr. E eating her out. Her fingers penetrated her cunt.

"Oh god," Amy whispered, fingering herself deeper.

The next day after class, Amy waited for the other students to leave. She approached Mr. E's desk.

Mr. E looked up, amused that one of his prettier students would wait after class to speak with him.

"What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much. I was just curious if you thought Bartleby's prison sentence was also a commentary on our alienation from nature?"

Mr. E couldn't help but feel compelled by this girl's honest inquiry. It did not hurt that she was attractive.

"Yeah, it must definitely is. Melville only gives us a fabricated picture of nature."

Amy felt pleased with herself.

"Your name's Amy, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're a smart girl, Amy."

Amy left the class, feeling completely satisfied.

Over the next few weeks, Amy often stayed after class to discuss the readings further with her teacher. Some days, she made sure to wear revealing clothes. Blouses that might expose her small tits as she bent over Mr. E's desk. Skirts that might expose her panties or an occasional thong as she set at her desk while Mr. E instructed the class.

She was, for lack of any other description, a teacher's pet.

One afternoon, early in the week, Mr. E adjourned the class early, before the bell rang. The other students excitedly exited. Before she had left, Mr. E stopped Amy.

`"Amy, can I talk with you a bit?"

Worried, the teen responded affirmatively.

"Amy, I've noticed that you like staying after class to talk about our assignments. You're a very good student."

Amy felt pleased by the compliment.

"I can't help feel though that there's another reason why you do this. Is there?"

Amy was unsure how to answer. Had he discovered her crush?

"Amy," Mr. E continued, "I think that you have some ulterior motives, don't you? There's a reason why you keep staying after class, and I think it's me."

Amy attempted a response but only stammered.

"I hope I'm not interfering with your learning."

The girl could not respond.

"That's what I thought. Amy, do you think about me? Do you think about fucking me?"

Amy was so embarrassed as she stood before her teacher with her tight tank top and short skirt.

Walking confidently towards the door, Mr. E shut it as if he were desiring to keep the noise from the hall from interfering with his class, an action the girl had witnessed him do time-and-again. He immediately returned to Amy, cupping the back of her head in his hand. She looked up at him with her big green eyes.

"What a pretty little girl you are."

She smiled hesitantly up at him.

He smiled back, then slammed her face into his desk.

"Listen, you little cunt! I know you've been wanting my dick this entire semester. You have been, haven't you?"

Embarrassed and afraid, Amy heard her words slowly stumble out.

"Yes...yes, sir."

"Good girl! Now what are you gonna do for me?"

Thoughts raced through Amy's mind, most of them jumbled and confused. She had never been spoken to by another person like this, let alone her teacher. She hardly knew if she was consenting to this man, or if he was taking advantage of her.

"I guess I'm just going to have to let you fuck me, sir," she managed.

"Haha! Yeah, the little whore wants her teacher to fuck her good, huh? Such a whore! What do you think mama and daddy would say?"

"I don't think they'd like it, Mr. E."

The teacher laughed. Something about Amy's naïve consent seemed to amuse him.

Amy felt his hands grasp her waist. They moved up to caress her small tits and perky nipples, popping through her top, only to return to her waist to pull her skirt up. He massaged her inner thighs and her ass.

Beginning to soak through her pink panties, Amy glanced behind her back, only to see Mr. E's giant erection forming a tent in his pants.

"I see what you're looking at."

Mr. E released his hold of the young girl and took his belt off, slowly unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers. The waistband of his underwear caught a hold of his cock, making it perform an amusing dance for the teen before finally settling down so that she could focus her eyes on his size. Amy could not believe how big his dick was. Mr. E's dick bent slightly to the left, curved upward, long and thick, with veins bursting from the top. Amy relented, placing her head back down on the desk.

Soon, she felt her panties pulled down below her waist, exposing her pink pussy and little puckered butthole. Mr. E bent to his knees, running his tongue up her butt crack. His tongue was met with the taste of stale asshole. It pleased him tremendously.

Mr. E turned his attention to the girl's cunt, licking her slit from behind.

Amy moaned in pleasure. None of the boys at school at ever eaten her out, yet this man was stuffing his tongue deep in her pussy and sucking on her clit.

After eating her sweet, little cunt for some time, Mr. E dropped his tongue to her asshole. He knelt behind her, as she bent over his desk, and spread her large, white buttchecks as far open as he could, exposing her butthole to all god's creation. His tongue immediately devoured her dirtiest sluthole, tasting her ass with pleasure. Amy felt his tongue slide in and out of her rim. It was amazing!

"Okay, pet girl, come here."

Mr. E stood up and grabbed the girl's hair, pulling her to his chair, where he sat down, assuming a position where his erect, thick cock reached nearly to his chest.

"You're going to suck my dick now, baby girl."

"I think I can do that."

"Yes, you will."

Amy placed her hand around his cock. The size felt amazing. She began familiarizing herself with Mr. E's size by stroking it firmly.

"Spit on it some."

Amy spit on his cock, adding some natural lube to her strokes.

Mr. E moaned.

"Now spreed my tip apart just a little and lick my pee-pee hole."

"Sir?"

"You heard me."

Amy spread the skin at the top of Mr. E's enormous head and exposed the entrance to his urethra. She stuck her tongue out, licking up and down. A faint taste of what could only be piss met her tongue.

"That's a girl! Now take me all the way."

Amy placed the hard cock in her mouth. At first the head, then the shaft. It was all she could do to manage half. The length and girth were far too much. She gagged. The only other parallel she could think of was the time or two she had stuffed the family remote in her mouth while her parents and siblings were away. Mr. E's cock brought back sensations she had felt at the time, attempting to stuff a thick, long remote down her throat, just to see what it would be like to have a large man. And now, here she was.

Amy sucked her teacher to the best of her ability. Mr. E continued to moan and stroke her hair. Soon, Mr. E stopped the girl, asking her if she would like a "Dick Dog."

"Mr. E?"

He laughed. "Yeah, seriously, would you like a 'Dick Dog?'"

"Yeah, I guess," Amy said curiously with her slobber dripping from her mouth.

Mr. E took his cock from her hands and pulled his balls up to his shaft, forming what resembled a perfect hot dog, tucked away in its bun.

Amy giggled. "What the fuck!"

"It's a 'Dick Dog.' Have some!"

"No way I can get that in my mouth."

"Probably not, but you can try, like a good pet."

Amy's head descended once again. It was all she could do to get the head and a little of one testicle in her mouth.

"See, I told you!"

Mr. E just laughed.

Standing up from his chair, the teacher picked Amy up, placing her on his desk. He pushed her down, so that her back laid upon the desk and her pussy set exposed at the edge. He pulled her legs up, caressing the outer thighs.

"You ready for me?"

"Please fuck me, sir!"

"I'm going to show you what a "man-sized" cock can do," Mr. E said, right before hitting her hole.

He then slid his dick in cautiously, allowing the young girl to get acquainted with him. She gasped. Mr. E then drove it home, pumping the teen with every inch of his dick. The teacher's dick punched the girl deep, revealing her juices at every re-entrance.

Amy moaned like a little whore.

Mr. E grabbed the girl's throat and fucked her vigorously. The sound of skin flapping against skin echoed through the classroom. Her faced turned red. Holding the girl's throat firmly, Mr. E starred down at the girl intently with his blue eyes. Still thrusting inside her, the teacher got closer for a kiss. Amy could feel his stubble on her face.

"Oh, my god! Please don't stop! Please don't!"

"You're a daddy's girl, aren't you," he responded as he kept fucking her tight little hole.

She came almost immediately.

As Mr. E pulled out of the teen, he could see that his cock was soaked in her juices and that her "woman cum" ran down her upper thighs.

Taking hold of her head, Mr. E forced Amy from the desk to her knees. He palmed her forehead with his left hand as he jerked himself off with the other.

"You're not done yet, teacher's pet!"

"What can I do for you?"

"Open your mouth."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. E grunted as he jerked even more furiously.

"Keep your fucking mouth open!"

Overcome by the appearance of this pretty little teen slut welcoming his jizz, Mr. E shot a hot load right down the back of her throat.

It was far too much for the young girl to take, and while she tried desperately to swallow, a large portion came spewing out of her mouth, fallen upon her milky tits and on to the floor.

Amy gasped, trying to recover her breath. She knew she had pleased her teacher, but didn't know if she should be embarrassed for not being able to handle his load. Surely his wife could.

Recovering himself, Mr. E looked down at the teen. He swiped up the jizz on her young, pink breasts, carrying it with his fingers to her lips. Like a good student, Amy complied.

"Well, this mess isn't going to clean itself up, is it?"

"No, sir."

"Well..."

"Well...I guess...I guess I should clean it up?"

"Good girl."

Amy reached for her teacher's desk, hoping to clean the mess on the floor with tissues.

Mr. E stopped her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to clean this mess I made, Mr. E."

"Yes, you are, but you're not going to clean it that way."

"How should I clean it then, sir?"

At that moment, Mr. E grabbed her head and forced her small naked body to the floor. Her butt arched upward, while her face met the cold wood. Holding her head down, he forced her to clean it up herself.

"That's it, little pet. Clean that shit up yourself."

As Mr. E laughed, Amy pressed her tongue to the cold floor, only to have it met with the warm, saltiness of Mr. E's spilled cum. He admired her petite, little body as she worked diligently to please her teacher.

Amy was aware of the fact that her classmates trampled upon this floor every day. It was dirty, and what she was being forced to do was even dirtier. But somehow this only added to her satisfaction.

"That's it, clean it all up."

After working for some moments with her tongue to the floor, Amy looked up at her teacher.

"Did I do a good job?"

Mr. E stared down at her, his bloated cock drenched with Amy's juices and his own cum.

"Did I do good, Mr. E?"

Mr. E simply stroked her head. What a pretty little pet.

Later that week, Amy stood with some of her friends out in the hall, waiting for the bell to ring. They talked about their weekend plans, about cute boys they heard might be at this place or that. Plans were made. As the final bell sounded, one of the other girls, Katie, mentioned Mr. E.

"Speaking of boys, Mr. E is sooooo cute," Katie said.

"Somebody has a crush," the other girls laughed.

"Yeah, well, he's cute," she responded. "Well, see you all after school!"

Turning away from her friends, Amy couldn't deny a more-than-arrogant smirk that was forming across her face.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
good but odd tone switch

I really liked it, not bad at all and definitely what I was looking for in terms of teacher/student. Only complaint is the story isn't sure what it wants to be, in my opinion. At one point he's forcing her face onto the desk and in another they're making dick jokes and laughing. It'd be better if the tone was one or the other- more dark and forceful or lighthearted and funny. But together it was a bit weird. Other than that, pretty good.

AnonymousAnonymousover 10 years ago
"Slammed her face into the desk"

Really? And she still is interested? Sounds like your only sexual experience is with prostitutes.

"devoured her dirtiest slut hole," is pretty good.

AnonymousAnonymousover 10 years ago
"Pee-pee hole"? Really?

Is he an aggressive man or a 5-year-old?

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