As I entered the empty classroom I found our teacher, Mr. Wilson, sitting at his desk. The reserved giant looked at me with a face of utmost seriousness, and I felt myself begin to worry as I sat down across from him.
Mr. Wilson: “This is bad Diana. You keep coming in late to my classes and when you’re there you’re too caught up in your own world to do any work. I don’t have any choice but to fail you”
Me: “Please don’t, my parents will kill me. I can do better, please give me a chance”
My pleading fell on deaf ears as the rugged mountain sat back in his chair. Is there no wonder why I’m so distracted, with such a pinnacle of a man stationed smack infront of everyone? Bo matter how hard I focus on my work, I can’t help it. My fantasies of having him just… throw me down and ravage my barely legal figure, like I’m noting but an object of his satisfaction. My clothes getting torn off of my young petite body, hot, ripe and longing desperately for the touch of his strong hands, already I grow hot just looking at this man, this beast. What I wouldn’t give to have him give me his all in a bed strong enough to carry it, assuming such a bed even exists. It hadn’t dawned on me how lost into my lustful train of thought I was until he snapped his fingers, jolting me out of my fantasies
Mr. Wilson: “Diana. You’re not even paying attention now”
Me: “I’m sorry I…”
My words failed me. I can’t just admit it, what would he think? He’s my teacher, and he’s so much older. I would be nothing ut a pathetic mess in his eyes, a filthy slut. But that’s such an appealing thought.
Mr. Wilson: “What is it that keeps distracting you? You’re acing all the other classes, including P.E. Why are you so distracted in my class?”
I was staring at the table, I dared not look into his royal blue eyes, out of fear of getting captivated entirely. I was certain that would be a dead giveaway of my dark desires.
Mr. Wilson: “Diana. Look at me”
I didn’t dare, but I did as I was told, and his expression changed for a split-second. Undetectable to the naked eye, but to a trained observer of this Godlike man like me, it was easy to spot.
He knows now…
I looked down at the table again, I couldn’t take the stare of judgement he was undoubtedly giving me. He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. I didn’t dare to look at his expression, but he seemed to be thinking about something. He began to write something on a piece of paper, then he packed his stuff and stood up. He walked around the table and stopped behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. His strong grip sent chills down my spine, it transcended all my fantasies combined, as he bendt down until his head was beside my own.
Mr. Wilson: “I want you”
His whispered words hit me like a punch to the chest. My eyes flew open.
Mr. Wilson: “My place. 10 am”
Then he left. My heart was hammering, I was shaking. He wants me. Tonight. Why? Why me? Surely he can do better. I clenched my hands and looked at the note he’d left behind. An address. His address.
So there I stood. At the bottom of the stairs to his front door. Part of me wanted to go back, but why? This is all I’ve wanted since I first saw him. No. I don’t care what happens in there, as long as he’s the one doing it, I’m happy. I walked up the door with fierce steps and knocked. The wait was excruciating. I felt my heart threaten to jump out of my chest, and my knees began to shake. *God, stop shaking* I thought to myself. When the door opened, I felt like I was hit by a bolt of lightning. He wore a tank top, jeans and formal shoes, all black. His expression was nothing like the polite, gentle giant I would always fanthasize about. This version oozed pure masculine authority. Even when he stepped aside, I felt like I was the one complying. I went inside and he locked the door. I couldn’t help but move with him as he let a finger trill down my back. I left my purse on the coat hanger, and he led me, with a grip around the back of my neck to the living room, where a surprising sight awaited me. In an armchair in the corner of the room, was his wife. She watched silently as he began to feel me up. I became nervous at her gaze, it made me feel naked, despite being fully clothed. He began to press his hip against my backside, teasing me with his throbbing member as he began to pull up the bottom of my top. I stopped him.
Me: “Are you sure it’s okay with…”
Mrs. Wilson: “It was my idea”
She had a disturbing smile spread across her face. It disarmed me completely as he pulled my top over my head, revealing my tight, petite body. He put my arms in a cross behind my back as he nibble on my ear, the sound and feel of his horny breath, made me so hot, I didn’t even care when he began to tie a rope around my wrists. I pushed back against his croch, dry-humping him as he kept feeling me up. He scratched the nails of his pointy fingers against my nipples through my bra, and I began to leak… down there. Then he began to unbuttoned my skirt. I felt like things were moving go fast, but when I tried to stop him, and couldn’t reach his hands, it dawned on me just how powerless I was in this situation, and it was so euphoric. He took off my skirt, practically leaving me in my skimpy bra and thong only. He then brought me across the room and pinned my back to the wall. There was a rail there, which forced me to push out my hips. My heart jumped in my throat at how deliciously exposrd I felt as he began to rub my clit through my soaked thong. I moved and flexed my body to his touch as adrenaline began to spike. He nibbled and sucked on the side of my neck, and I breathed heavily. Mrs. Wilson was clearly enjoying the show as her soft expression blushed while she placed a hand on her heaving chest. He bit into my neck as he began to unbuckle his pants, I tensed up, but excited as he let go of me and began to take off his tank top, finally revealing his muscular body, lightly coated in sweat. It was godlike.
He leaned me forward, and undid my bra and I kissed and licked his powerful chest as he finally untied me, but only to take my top and bra off fully, before tying them in a box tie, right after. He brought me back up with a strong grip around my throat as he kneaded and scratched parts of my body, the light pain further enchanting me as I craved freedom. Freedom to caress him, to embrace him. Hell, I’d give anything to just touch him. But he wouldn’t let me, he wanted me as desperate for him as he could get me, but I wasn’t about to submit to him completely. I wrapped my lef around his hip, pushing his great sword against my starving sheath, while preventing him from undressing us both further. He understood what I was doing, keeping his most precious body part captive as my flexing flesh stimulated it, and coated it in my juices, as I challenged his determination. He accepted my challenge, as he pushed harder on my throat and trilled his fingers up and down my side. I wiggled and giggled haphazardly, slowly arriving at an intimidating conclusion. At this point, anything he did to me would only further arouse me, as he kneaded my butt, and bit into my neck, putting my desire for release against my desire for relief, and to my dread, the the latter was winning. My leg faltered little by little, until, with one of the lightest of pushes, he freed himself from my grip.
Sure, he could easily have forced himself out, but he was playing for the long term. By playing my game, and winning by a landslide, he had not only won my virginity, as he finally pulled down my panties, but also my heart, as I concluded at long last: I was his.
Mrs. Wilson leaned forward, watching intently as her husband put on a condom and positioned his cock. He was a generous Victor, though, allowing me to fulfill a little of my desire as I kissed and suckled on his chest uninterrupted. But when he finally pushed himself inside me, stretching me good and wide, I froze. Exerting all of my strength to endure his veiny rod, as he began to hump me, slowly and passionately as his wife began to gnaw on her nails. His humping, though slow and gentle, still sent shocks of adrenaline throughout my body as, by the time he began to speed up, I was already on the edge. I moaned in tune as he began to thrust with vigorous enjoyment, holding my hips firmly in place as I drowned on euphoria. I struggled as the post-orgasm took hold of me, but I was helplessly forced to take him in, again and again, while I exclaimed in torturous ecstasy and tears filled in my eyes. When he finally came, he groaned in pleasure as his sperm shot out into the condom. He slowed down, before finally stopping, pulling out and leaving me thoroughly satisfied. He helped me sot down on a towel that covered his couch as Mr.- and Mrs. Wilson sat down on opposite sides of me, each playing with their own side of my heaving bosom as I calmed down. Then, it was Mrs. Wilson’s turn. She wasn’t into foreplay, watching me and her husband was apparently all the foreplay she needed as she lofted her dress to unveil a throbbing clitoris soaked in her juices. She buried my face in her nether regions and I thanked her gratefully for letting me submit to her husband by doing my very best to please her. She breathed heavily and clutched my hair, clearly enjoying the oral gymnastics I did on her. I stared her dead in the eyes to send a crystal clear message of my devotion to both her and her husband, and she smiled back at me before arching her whole body, passing the edge. However, even after she let go of me, I further proved my devotion and motorboated her already orgasming crotch, getting the cutest bursting reaction as she balled up into a fetal position and moaned ecstatically. When I finally stopped due to my mouth cramping up, she fell apart in satisfied bliss, pulling me up to rest on her chest as she gave me a big wet kiss on my forehead.
I spent that same night sandwiched between them, spooning Mrs. Wilson’s smooth naked body, as Mr. Wilson spooned mine.
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