Hi everyone. I’m a little new here. I posted a Red Sonja fanfic a few years back however I’m mainly a comic book artist famous for my “Little Lorna” character. I am trying to transition into illustrated stories as I love drawing and story telling and thought this would be a different way to tell a story.
I mostly do stories about Little Lorna and guys who creep on her. As a woman, I have had my share of guys creeping on me, especially older men and growing up in the 80s and 90s, guys were a lot less reserved about their intentions.
Anyways, I hope I am not breaking any rules here because my kinks are sometimes a little (or a lot) taboo but I try and always put a sweet, fun and humorous side to my fictional world. I know that this group does not allow images but do you allow links to the illustrated story?
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THE LOOPHOLE
Mr. Ponsford was my grade 7 teacher. I was his favourite student and we had a close relationship so, when I graduated out of elementary school, we were both really sad. In middle school, I breezed through grade 8 and 9 and upon entering grade 10, to my surprise, there was Mr. Ponsford! He told me he had transferred to my school that year because he missed me and wanted to watch over me. He has always been sweet on me but to make such a drastic career choice for my sake? Alas, despite having Mr. Ponsford watch over me, grade 10 turned into a never ending nightmare.
I aced all of my classes but surprisingly, got an “F” in Mathematics. I was good at math so this surprised me and even with Mr. Ponsford teaching the class, I still failed. So, the next year I was held back to repeat grade ten.
Daddy said I needed to study harder but Mom had some different advice for me. She said when she was in high school, she would dress in her most revealing outfit in any class she was doing poorly in and the teachers would pass her. Mom’s advice seemed way easier so I decided to do that. I was pretty much naked all year, wearing the skimpiest outfits and high heels. It seemed to be working because Mr. Ponsford paid more attention to me that year and I was acing all of my tests. Alas, when graduation day came, Mr Ponsford had flunked me again.
I was now eighteen years old and repeating grade 10 for the second time! So, that year I stopped wearing skimpy outfits and tried Daddy’s advise and hit the books. It was about that same time, Mr. Ponsford seemed to act differently towards me. He started to berate me and make fun of me in class calling me the school slut. He would humiliate me in our math test questions like: “If Little Lorna can hold 50ml of sperm in her mouth and I ejaculate 10ml of sperm every 22 minutes, how long before sperm starts coming out of Little Lorna’s nose.”
I’ve had enough. I went to Mr. Ponsford’s office after school to confront him.
Oh boy, I should have knocked before barging in on him! Just as I was opening the door I heard a loud groan from inside and when I stormed in, there was Mr. Ponsford kneeling on the floor surrounded by photographs and orgasming all over them! He jumped up and was paralyzed in shock. I looked down at the sticky photos scattered on the floor and to my surprise, they were all of ME!! I am no genius but, I figured out what was going on. This pervert was using me as a sick fantasy!
“How could you, Mr.Ponsford!” I yelled at him. “You’re jerking off to me?” As soon as I said that, I suddenly realized the extent of his betrayal. He was using his position of power to keep me captive at this school! “Wait-a-minute..”, I hesitantly said, “Is that why you have been failing me? To keep me in your life?” Mr. Ponsford put his hand on my shoulder and confessed.
“I have always loved you as my student, Little Lorna, but a few years ago, someone posted a nude photo of you on our secret Teacher’s photo sharing network and I saw the beautiful woman you grew up to be. From that day on, all I can think of was getting you naked and pounding your tight ass with my cock and pumping hot sperm in your tiny body.”
That was one of the most romantic things anyone has ever said to me. I started to cry in shame. I had used my body for my own gain to tease this poor man to the point of obsession. He was not using me… I was using HIM! I held my darling Teacher and said, “I am sorry, Mr. Ponsford. This is my fault. Please let me make it up to you by letting you do to me what you were fantasizing about.”
“Alas,” he said. “Unfortunately I can’t. You are of legal age, but due to my position of power over you, it’s illegal for me to have sex with you until you’re 21.”
“So, there is no way for me to help you?.”
“But there IS!” he said. “As your teacher, I can’t have sex with you at your age but, it is legal for me to have sex with you if you were my wife! Its a loophole in the law!”
Mr.Ponsford went to his desk and pulled out a small red box. He opened it up to reveal a diamond ring and then, got down on one knee and held it out. He had been hanging on to this waiting for the perfect moment to propose his plan to me and I guess, now that all of the cards were on the table, this was as good of a moment as any.
“So, Little Lorna…” he said. “Would you?”
I stood there in shock. My mind raced in circles as I stared at the ring but finally, after a few minutes I smiled and said, “Mr.Ponsford… I DO!”
Daddy was of course furious and refused to pay for the wedding. Mr.Ponsford didn’t want to spend anything on the ceremonies neither because he was just marrying me for sex. I had a bit of money saved from Luke selling me to the guys on his basketball team but it wasn’t quite enough to buy a wedding dress. After many tears, Daddy finally relented to pay for my dress so long as HE got to pick it out. Of course, leave it to Daddy to have the MOST inappropriate dress made for me. I guess deep down, it was his way of showing his disapproval to the marriage.
Although no one in my family attended the wedding, the church was packed with people. Apparently, Daddy had posted a picture of me on MyHotDaughter.com in my wedding dress and everyone came to see me. Maybe daddy heard that no one was showing up and getting the church filled was his wedding present to me…or maybe he just wanted to show off his hot daughter to everyone. Daddies seem to do those sorts of things.
Since no priest would marry us, I managed to convince Shaggy to conduct the ceremonies. He, of course, was devastated that I was getting married but I lied to him and told him that it is tradition for the person conducting the ceremonies to marry the bride if the groom gets cold feet.
Unsurprisingly, Shaggy tried to scare off Mr.Ponsford by trashing me. When it came time for us to do our vows, Shaggy exclaimed what a slut I was, that I probably had AIDS and how there were dozens of men who would murder anyone who marries me out of jealousy. Shaggy continued on for two hours when he started to get his weed cravings and gave up. It was a weird wedding ceremony!
Despite Shaggy’s attempts to scare off Mr.Ponsford, my fiancé was good to his word and married me. The moment our lips pressed for the first time as husband and wife, the place exploded in applause but, it was soon replaced by a wave of gasps as Mr.Ponsford then ripped off my dress and panties right there in front of everyone. Naked, he carried me down the isle for all to see as photo flashes went off all around me. We exited the church and off to marital bliss.
On the bus ride home, Mr.Ponsford couldn’t keep his hands off of me. I’ll have to admit that it was a weird feeling being molested on public transit that was LEGAL! Well, I guess those were things I was going to have to get used to as a married woman.
We got to his little apartment and he carried me across the threshold like a gentleman and then into the bedroom to consummate the marriage. He had been waiting a long time for this and to be honest, I was pretty excited myself! I have had sex of every kind in my life and it was exhilarating to think of having a new experience! Sex with a HUSBAND! He got undressed as I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Mr. Ponsford really wanted to join me in the shower but I decided to play a tease and make him wait. I took my time, wanting to present the perfect wife to him on this special night.
I entered his bedroom. Mr.Ponsford was seated on the bed leaning back with his cock erect and ready to enter me. I walked towards him like a sex kitten and stopped in front of him so he could take in the view of my magnificent body. He reached out and touched my belly. Then, he screamed as a fountain of cum erupted from his cock. I don’t think I have ever seen so much of it before. How long has he been holding this in? Days? Weeks? I don’t know but it was a LOT! My poor husband fell back onto the bed in exhaustion as I helplessly looked on as small spurts continued to pump out of his penis. Being a dutiful wife, I knelt beside him and cleaned the mess that I had made. I lovingly licked up and down his mighty shaft and kissed away the thick cum from his head. Just like daddy taught me, I squeezed the shaft of his penis to remove the last bits he had left.
I assumed it would take him a bit of time to build his forces for a second round and get him nice and erect enough to satisfy me so we decided to do a couple rounds of foreplay. Our first decision together as a couple!
I took his limp penis in my hands and gently rolled its tiny head between my fingers. Although it was the size of a strawberry, I could feel it swell as I kneaded it. Mr.Ponsford stroked my cheek in encouragement as I continued to rub it until I could feel it grow and the shaft elongate. When it was long enough, I wrapped one of my hands around his cock and stroked it until it was long enough for both of my hands to fit along its firm length. Up and down my hands massaged the shaft and it continued to grow until my fingers could barely reach around its girth. Then, disappointingly, he came again. This time with even MORE volume then the first time! I was going to have to rethink my strategy.
My foreplay was probably far too aggressive so I decided to try something different. I gently took his exhausted penis against my breast as it coughed up its last bits of sperm. I tried to not make the same mistake and was very gentle as I pressed my hardened nipple against the base of the head rubbing it back and forth on me. It was working. Slowly it grew in size again and I was sure in a few moments it would be firm enough to penetrate me but, as before, his cock erupted in a stream of hot cum and hit me right in the eye. Load after load he came all over my face. Defeated, I stared at him as he gazed back at me in a mixed expression of satisfaction and shame.
My face threw angry daggers at him in frustration and so he gently reached out to massage my breasts to console me. Slowly, I started to calm down. His firm but gentle kneading of my boobs felt magical and I was growing wet with excitement. I felt this was going to happen at last so, I was going to be careful not to touch his penis until penetration. If I move carefully, we may get to have real SEX this time! His now erect cock seemed ready to burst again and I started to raise my ass towards it like a cat stalking its prey. It was no use. As soon as I spread my legs and started my creep towards it, Mr.Ponsford screamed in orgasmic pleasure. I turned my head and saw his massive cock discharging baby batter again! Seriously! I didn’t even touch it this time! I turned my head back to my husband but he had passed out in exhaustion. I shook him to wake him but it was to no avail. He had nothing left to give to me. I have had enough of this and went to sleep, unsatisfied.
Needless to say, not being able to please your wife is something a woman should not put up with so, the very next day, I filed for a divorce. The Judge said that although a teacher marrying his student for the purposes of sex was frowned upon, Mr.Ponsford’s inability to satisfy me was even MORE egregious. The judge agreed with his defence that I was SO fucking sexy that pre-ejaculation is inevitaable but, the eventual inability for him to “hit it on target” was intolerable. The judge wanted to sentence him to five years in prison but I begged for the judge to be lenient and, after blowing him, he conceded, accepting that divorce would be punishment enough.
After our divorce, Mr. Ponsford stopped teaching at my school and we parted ways.
The rest of the school year got quite a bit worse for me as the other teachers caught wind of the loophole that Mr.Ponsford had used. Over the course of the year I had to marry, consummate and then divorce ALL of my teachers in order to pass my classes. On the plus side, I got to use my wedding dress more then once! Wearing clothes just once is so wasteful. Just happy to do my part to help out the environment. I finished off the last of my teachers which meant, at long last I was finally going to pass grade 10. On my way to that divorce proceeding, I ran into Mr.Ponsford on the street. He looked really good and we sat down over coffee and talked just like old times. After he left my high school, he told me he took up a new job at the community college and despite everything that had happened between us, I was still very special to him. We talked for hours and we laughed about all of the students he had fucked and I told him of all of the teachers I fucked over the year. We decided to meet up again for dinner. After a lovely evening together, I agreed to go back to his place with him.
The sex was amazing! Somewhere between us getting divorced and now, Mr.Ponsford had learned some incredible control and his talent to quickly reload his forces meant we had sex a half dozen times that night! We did everything that we intended to do on our fateful wedding night. He pounded my pussy like a world champion and filled my ass with cum multiple times. He came on my face, my tits and everywhere in between.
Well, I guess there’s some truth in what they say…
Marriage DOES kill all of the sex in a relationship!!
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