11 comments/ 107382 views/ 6 favorites Teacher's (Sex) Pet By: restless insanity There he is. Flashing his 100-watt smile, impressing the parents, smoozing. My breath becomes shallow and I feel suddenly self-conscious. Maybe I should have worn my hair up to make myself look older. He catches my eye and I blush uncontrollably. He walks over and I have to concentrate on keeping my eyes away from the muscles rippling under his dark blue shirt as he walks over. It’s all I can do to keep my balance as he introduces himself to my parents. I’ve rehearsed this moment a thousand times in my head but now that its here, all I can do is giggle, stutter and mumble incoherently. As he walks away my heart sinks. I must have looked like such a retard! He begins talking to a tall blonde, early 20’s, about his age. Searing envy flows through my veins like lava from a volcano. I turn away, tears pricking the backs of my eyes and hate myself for feeling this way. The next day, in class, I think back over that moment at the parents evening and curse myself for being so childish. I try to calm myself by remembering that I’m not just any normal lovesick teenager. I’m in lust. I look around the classroom at all my friends, gazing at him as if he were an angel. I can see the pictures they project from their minds: pictures of holding hands, long walks in the park, red roses and champagne. Very different from what I yearn for. I can feel my body tense as I imagine tearing off his clothes in a fit of passion, I notice the bulge in his jeans and feel the burning desperation to have him inside of me. I look into his eyes, dark with passion and see through his soul into his deepest desires. Then suddenly I realise he is staring straight at me. I snap out of my fantasy and try to focus on what he is saying. “Anna what did I just say?” I stare dumbly at him and feel a blush of shame explore every part of my face. He sighs and pauses, considering his next move. “See me after class please.” As the classroom empties I bask in the feeling of being alone with him. He walks over to my desk and sits down next to me. I can smell his aftershave and I feel weak and shaky from being this close to him. I have to physically stop my hand from roaming over his leg, up his thigh towards– “Anna, I don’t enjoy reprimanding my students, but over the last few weeks your lack of attention during class has become apparent to me and I wanted to address it before it becomes a cause for concern. Is it because you don’t enjoy English?” “No, no I like English.” “Are you having problems at home? With friends maybe?" “No, I’m fine.” “Is it me?” I swallow hard, I can barely breath, what am I supposed to say? “N-no, it’s not you.” He sighs again. My heart convulses as I imagine his sighs of pleasure as I ride him. A look of concern shadows his face. “Are you alright Anna? You look a little….. flushed.” I have to get out of there. Images of us together flash in front of my eyes and I feel my clit throbbing under my school skirt. “Actually, I’m not feeling very well, I need to go.” “OK, go to the medical room and have a lie down.” I smile gratefully and rush to leave. “And Anna…” He looks deep into my eyes and my heart stops. “If you have any problems, you know you can talk to me.” I hurry down the corridor towards my next lesson. My pants are soaking and my face is flushed. I feel out of control. This has to stop. It’s 4.30pm. The school is empty and I’ve been sitting alone in the library finishing my art project. My shoes echo on the polished floor as I walk briskly through the barren corridors towards the entrance. I’m not paying attention to where I’m going and before I know it I’ve walked round a corner straight into a teacher. Books go flying and I bend down in embarrassment to pick them up. I look up to see whom I’ve crashed into and find my face inches away from the subject of my desires. I stop breathing and lose my balance. He kneels next to me, apologising and making sure I’m OK. His hand is on my bare arm sending electric shocks pulsing all over my body. I attempt to scramble to my feet but lose my balance once again and fall into his strong embrace. As I feel his solid body next to my own my passion over powers me and I slip away from consciousness. I open my eyes a minute later to find myself laid out on some desks in a classroom. He is standing over me, his hand over mine, looking into my eyes. My whole body feels weak, I can’t move or breathe or speak. I fight uncontrollable urges to pull him onto me, revealing all the passion that is suppressed inside me. He is saying something about getting a doctor and starts to move away but I grip his hand so he can’t leave. He looks gently into my face and strokes my fingers. All I can do is lie there and try to telepathically communicate how I am feeling. He helps me to sit up and steadies me with his arm. I can feel my self-control slipping and I trace my fingers over his taught biceps and down his forearm. His expression changes to uncertainty and he studies my flushed face for an explanation. I feel faint again and he puts his hand against my face to steady me as my eyes roll back into my head. My forehead drops onto his shoulder and all my senses are heightened as I feel his hot breath on my neck. Slowly I raise my head until out lips are inches apart. I look meaningfully into his confused eyes and let my lips brush his. My clit is on fire, desperate for his touch. To my delight he doesn’t move away. He strokes my hot cheek with the back of his hand and I feel his fingers tremble. I want him so badly I could explode, but I keep my composure knowing that if I rush things it could all go disastrously wrong. I close my eyes and press my lips to his once more, savouring the silkiness and tasting him with the tip of my tongue. His breathing is now as shallow as mine and his whole body is tense. His eyes are closed and he is allowing his hands to trace the small of my back, snaking his arm around my waist. He kisses me back, hesitantly at first and then with more passion. As our tongues entwine, rivers of passion break through the dam and I pull him close to me, slipping my hands under his shirt and over the smooth skin underneath. For a second he pulls away, trying to regain control, think rationally, but my passion is infectious and his tongue is back in my mouth before he can get any words out. His hand hesitates around my breasts so I take it and place it over one, letting him feel my rock hard nipple through my thin shirt. He lets out a small moan and I push him backwards onto the desk, pressing my sizzling body into his. His hand wanders up my leg and under my skirt. He slides it over my pants and then inside. I push myself into his palm and a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over me. My hands have a mind of their own as they roam his body in frenzy; caressing his muscular chest, undoing his trousers, massaging his solid penis and making him moan louder. He sits up and pulls me on top of him so I am sitting astride him. Then, while continuing to plant kisses all over my face and neck, he pushes my soaking pants aside and slides his finger inside me. I moan, not knowing, not caring if anyone else can hear. Nothing else exists at this moment, just him and I. I grab his penis and slide it inside me. He is muttering into my ear, cursing, telling me how wrong this is but how good it feels. I can’t reply, all I can do is push him inside me as far as he will go as waves of pleasure rip through my body, tearing me apart. He comes inside me before either of us can do anything about it. I wrap my arms round his neck and feel the heat of his sweaty flesh against my own. In my frenzy I’ve ripped off a couple of his shirt buttons and it now hangs open, revealing what we’ve just done. Our breathing slows as we recover and I wish that I could stay like this with him forever. We replace our clothes to their original state in silence. I feel like I am floating in a sea of rapture. Months of fantasising and yearning have been fulfilled. I am complete. He looks guilty as he speaks. “We shouldn’t have done that.” I feel a sudden urge to tell him everything. I need him to understand. “It’s my fault. I couldn’t control it anymore. When I’m around you I can’t think of anything except having you inside me.” He looks strained, as if not sure of the right thing to do. Finally he speaks in a low voice. “Anna, you probably don’t realise how sexy you are. Seeing you in that short skirt and blouse everyday drives me crazy. But this is insane. I’m your teacher, I could lose my job over this.” I know it’s the truth, but finding out that he lusts after me too makes me abandon all logic. “Nobody will find out.” I sense his other concern and try to reassure him. “I’ll go to my GP and take a morning-after pill. It’ll be fine. Honestly.” I desperately want to kiss him again but I don’t, uncertain of how he would react. He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. I can see that he is trying to be responsible but there is a glint in his eye as he runs it down my body. “That was amazing. God, I didn’t think it was possible that something could feel so wrong yet so good at the same time.” I smile with satisfaction, I’d known exactly how good it would feel and I hadn’t been disappointed. We go our separate ways with promises to forget the incident. I leave with my heart soaring and my body content. * The next day, I watched his cool demeanour falter as I stepped into the classroom. He caught my eye for a second and I watched a blush tease the tops of his ears before he caught his composure. I sat and tried to concentrate on my work, but every time he spoke, every time I looked up at him, all I could think about was what was underneath that crisp Calvin Klein shirt. It all seemed fine until he picked on me to answer a question. As usual I hadn’t been listening, but this time he knew why. Instead of reprimanding me, he just looked down at his feet, ashamed, before clearing his throat and moving on. When I heard the bell I couldn’t get out of the classroom quick enough, but as I reached the door I was stopped by his velvet voice asking me to stay behind. A couple of girls giggled as they walked by. “In trouble again, Anna?” If only they knew. I stood by his desk, waiting for him to say something. He pretended to concentrate on marking a piece of work but I could tell his mind wasn’t on it. I could feel the old heat rising in me, the heat that I thought I had burned out the day before. I watched the smooth contours of his face and his chest and he breathed. Eventually he sighed and looked up into my eyes. “I’m sorry Anna, I’m so sorry,” I had to smile. “You have nothing to be sorry for! It’s not like I didn’t want it as well!” “I know… I- Oh God I don’t know” I could see how flustered he was, I wanted to put my hand over his, to reassure him somehow, but I knew that anything I did would just make it worse. “OK, here’s the thing” He took a deep breath. I waited, my heart racing. “Look I really feel like shit about this, I mean, I haven’t been able to get it off my mind. But, the problem is that I don’t actually feel bad, I mean, I do, but… Fuck, I’m not making sense.” My heart became lighter as what he was saying started to sink in. “It felt… right. I know it wasn’t, but I feel so guilty knowing that if I had to go back… I’d do it again.” A grin spread across my face, despite my efforts to control it. “Listen, don’t feel bad OK? We both know we wanted it, we both know we enjoyed it, and we both know it was a one off.” As I said the last part, I knew I didn’t really want it that way. The look in his eyes told me that he felt the same. However, we knew it couldn’t really go on. He nodded. “You’re right. We’ll just forget it.” I smiled and left, kicking myself for ruining any chances of further frolics. * A week went by. A week of awkward glances and unwanted blushes. The weekend passed in a blur of sexual fantasies on my part. Then Monday arrived. I was in high spirits as I went to my English lesson. The classroom was half full as I sat at my desk. As I looked up at the teacher’s desk, my heart fluttered. He had grown even more gorgeous over the weekend. He caught my eye and flashed me a half-smile. First time since it happened, the air must be clearing. Ten minutes into the lesson, once the class were settled working from the textbook, he announced he needed help with some photocopying. I couldn’t conceal my surprise as he chose me and asked me to go to his office. I followed him hesitantly down the corridor and watched with growing interest as he closed the door behind us. He looked at me with a salacious smile as he approached me slowly. My stomach was doing somersaults as he traced his finger down my cheek before enveloping me in a passionate kiss. My legs turned to jelly and I had no choice but to fall against his strong arms and kiss him back. I could feel his breath on my face, hot and full of urgency. Part of me wanted to keep kissing him, rip his clothes off there and then. But my curiosity made me pull away. “You changed your mind then?” He chuckled quietly. “Anna, this has always been what I wanted. I’m sorry Anna, I’m so sorry. I know you wanted to forget about all this but I can’t! I can’t get you off my mind, day or night, I can’t concentrate in lessons. I just have to have you!” I pushed myself into him as hard as I could, sliding my tongue over and over his. I felt his erection though his trousers and my thong became damp. Between kisses I tried to explain. “What I said the other day.… I didn’t mean it…. Even then…. I just wanted…. I just wanted you. Oh god, I’ve wanted you so badly!” I couldn’t speak any more after that. Partly because I was too delirious and partly because his mouth now completely covered mine. He lifted me onto the photocopier and pressed his body against mine, rubbing my breasts with his hand, and my crotch with his hard-on. The blood rushed in my ears and I could barely breathe. Suddenly, I felt his body tense and shudder. His breathing slowed and his kisses became more tender. I realised that he’d come in his pants. “Sorry,” he smiled, looking slightly embarrassed, “I’ve been so horny! I couldn’t control it!” I glanced at the clock; ten minutes had gone past in a few seconds. The rest of the class would start getting suspicious. I glanced at the wet spot on his trousers, and went to tell the class that he’d gone to run a few errands while he went to clean up. I felt sticky too, but it didn’t show, and besides, it felt exciting and kinky. The rest of the English lesson was uneventful. It felt mischievous exchanging surreptitious glances between Shakespearian dialogues. I felt cheerful and content and actually managed to get on with some work! * That afternoon, his car pulled up alongside me as I walked home. “Quick! Get in!” he called, impishly. I giggled as I settled back against the leather of his silver BMW. He winked at me and sped off before anyone could see us. My eyes glittered with excitement and anticipation as we drove silently through the rush-hour traffic. Our surroundings gradually became more rural and eventually we came to a halt in a quiet patch of woodland. “I wanted to spend some time with you out of school.” He told me. “But I wasn’t sure where. I considered my house but I thought that might make you uncomfortable, so I decided to bring you here. I love these woods, when my dog was alive I used to walk him here.” I didn’t reply; I felt like my heart would explode with ecstasy! Words couldn’t describe how I was feeling at that moment. We got out of the car and I let him lead me gently by the hand through the majestic seclusion of the trees. Electricity pulsed between out bodies through our intertwined fingers, but the sexual tension had reduced. After a short walk, and an even shorter conversation about our lives outside school, we arrived at a small clearing. The floor was covered in moss and wild flowers. Logs, which had once been trees, cluttered the ground, forcing you to watch your step. He sat down on a large fallen tree trunk and pulled me down next to him. He sighed. “God Anna, you’re so lovely!” His eyes melted my soul as he drew me into them with an intense stare. He leaned in gently and grazed his lips against my own. My whole body trembled as I close my eyes and lost myself in the warmth of his kiss. It was so gentle and tender. So soft that I almost couldn’t feel it, like a kitten’s fur. His tongue flickered like a flame through my slightly parted lips. The tips of our tongues greeted each other furtively at first and then with more enthusiasm. Although we’d kissed before, this felt like a first kiss, the magical moment when you establish a special connection with a potential lover. Except we already were lovers. As I pushed myself into his muscular chest I started thinking about our escapades in school and became increasingly excited. I could feel him having the same reaction and our kisses became more urgent. His hand, which had been round my waist, slid under my tight shirt and over my breast. He circled my erect nipples with a gentle finger, before sliding his other hand round my back to undo my bra strap. His kisses, though firm, were still tender, and all our actions were slow and affectionate, compared with our frenzied frolics in school. I slid my hand up the inside of his thigh and gently massaged his hard penis through his trousers. Still caressing my breast, he, slipped his free hand under my skirt and rubbed the crotch of my thong. He could feel the warm and wetness through them and my clit was burning for his touch. I unzipped his flies and took his erection in my hand. I massaged the head gently before sliding my hand firmly up and down the shaft. His breathing became shallow and he pulled my thong aside and inserted two fingers into my pussy. They were soaked immediately and he pulled them in and out to match the rhythm I had built up on him. We slid off the tree trunk onto the mossy floor and I pulled him on top of me. I couldn’t remember where I was and I didn’t care, I just needed to feel him inside me. I hitched my skirt up and held my thong aside as he pushed himself deep into me. He moaned in pleasure and planted wet kisses up and down my neck. The sex was slow and smouldering but gave me the most intense sensations. As we climaxed our bodies and souls connected on every level possible, and our cries of delight let the whole wood know that we didn’t care who heard us. Afterwards, he lay on top of me, exhausted. I savoured the feeling of his weight pressing down on me, his sweaty brow resting on my shoulder. As we returned to the car, we laughed as we assessed the damaged to our clothes. My hair was ruffled and full of leaves, and my shirt was spattered with grass and mud stains. His trousers were wrinklier than a shaved pug and his shirt stuck to him with perspiration. The car doors slammed shut, but he didn’t start the engine immediately. We looked at each other and knew exactly what the other was thinking. ‘I don’t want to leave. I want to stay with you.’ “I can’t believe how bad this doesn’t feel!” he said with a wry grin. “I know. We…. just fit.” he smiled and kissed me again. His velvet lips smoothed my own and made me forget the world around us. When he pulled away he glanced down at his lap and laughed. His erection had returned. “This is what you do to me!” he exclaimed. I was still wet from earlier, and I wanted to prolong my time with him for as long as possible. I seductively slid down in my seat and unzipped his trousers. He looked surprised but pleased with my forwardness. I licked round the sensitive head of his penis and he laid his head back and closed his eyes. As I took him into my mouth, I could taste myself on him. I would have expected it to be disgusting but I didn’t mind the taste, it only turned me on more. It didn’t take him long to come and it was satisfying to feel his body shudder and to hear the small moans that escaped his lips. Teacher's Sex Pet * * * * * Click Here to listen. (14.5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I'm sitting here in your office in the dark. I've been your student for two year now but today its all over...we're going to become...well you can use whatever word you want. But what we're going to do is fuck. You're opening the door and walking right in. "Hi, sir. Yes it's me. Don't you remember me whispering in your ear this morning that I'd be waiting in your office this afternoon? Are you just going to stand there? You look a little hot...come over here..." You walk up to me and I reach for your tie pulling you close and kiss you with my soft warm lips and whisper to you...its time for me to teach you a little something sir...I want to show you just how wet you've made me over the year... I push you down onto your chair while slide my ass up onto your desk...you pull your chair in close while I lift my legs up onto the arms of your chair You like me straddling your chest sir?? With my knees apart? You like looking up my dress sir? Your face just inches from my pussy? I know you've been looking before sir... day after day I'd sit with my legs spread open watching you watching me slide my fingers over my white knickers. Making me wet and soak through...I saw you get hard and turn towards the board pretending to lecture but really dreaming of the moment when your cock would slide inside my young tight pussy... Mmm just remembering you watching you is making my wet... You sit back and watch me as I'm... undoing my shirt buttons one by one while I foot softly massages your crotch...you're hard already...I can't wait to feel you in my pussy... You're staring at me while I take my shirt off my young tight breasts in my white lacy bra calling to you. You reach out and cup my breasts in your hands I moan mmm yeah baby touch my nipple, make it hard baby...you sit up in your chair and tease my nipple with one hand while looking me right in the eyes as you pull my bra down off my other nipple and drop your lips right onto my breasts. I gasp and arch my back pushing my nipple deeper into your mouth. Your tongue circles my nipple ...occasionally sucking pulling it up from my chest...you other hand slides down to my pussy...and feel how wet I am even through my lacy white knickers and stockings... I pull you up by your tie , pulling your mouth up to mine and you ravage my mouth with your tongue. I can't get naked fast enough sliding off the desk..turning with my back to you and undoing my skirt and slowly dropping it to the floor...I slide my fingers into my stocking and bending over my ass in the air while I slide them down my legs... I turn to look at you...you're rubbing faster with your eyes locked on my ass...I drop to the floor and crawl to you... sliding my hands up your legs and my tits rubbing against you I slide up your chest and take off your tie, I whisper to you stop rubbing...and just sit back...you drop your hands away as I straddle over you my wet knickers grinding against your hard cock...your cocks going to slide all the way in soon baby and you moan your fingers fumbling with the zipper. I trap your hands between my legs and smile...but not yet... But I'm not prepared for you...in one movement you push my panties away and slide a finger all the way into my wet dripping pussy... I gasp and that only spurs you on fucking my tight pussy with your finger while moving your head down to suck on the tits pushing against your chest...I try to take back control by ripping your shirt apart...the buttons fly and you hard nipples look so good I drop my lips around them sucking and flicking them while you start to fuck my hard with your finger ...I can't help but grind harder against you fuck baby fuck this feel so good...you pinch my clit with your thumb and send me over the edge...oh I'm cumming... I stand over you...finally sliding my panties off down my long legs and your eyes glaze over as I drop to me knees and undo your zipper... You pull you shirt off as pull your pants off...through your jocks I rub you shaft gently and drop my mouth down to the wet spot and you groan as I lick it softly. You say fuck...just suck me baby, I ... wanna blow in your mouth. And slide your jocks off and rub your cock between my two hands, rolling you softly between my palms and while licking your balls with my tongue...as a drop of precum collects at the head of your cock I jack you off with my right hand and bring my lips down around the head of your cock...you throw your head back as I suck hard on the tip of your cock my lips massaging the rim of you hard dick my tongue swirling around the head and sliding into your hole...you taste so good baby want to feel you fill up my mouth. I want you to come for me baby "you're close?" cum for me now baby watch me as I jack you off into my mouth watch your cum shoot into my mouth baby You are so hot sir... Teacher's Sex Pet - Plus One Hello sir. Have you missed me over the holidays? You KNOW I've missed you. But what you don't know is I have a surprise for you. Why don't you close the door, take off your clothes and sit back and relax... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (20 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * Teacher's Sex Pet Strikes Again You know you can't resist me. I know that even now as you're standing at the front of the class, avoiding looking anywhere near me, flashes of our encounter last week still runs through your mind. Of me kneeling on front of you, your cock in my mouth. Of your tongue on my nipples. Of my nails scratching own your back as you thrust into me. You told me it couldn't happen again, but I know you can't help but wish I was riding your cock again, squeezing your cock as you shot your cum into my young pussy. Maybe if you're good...we can play again today... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (14.25 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * Teacher's (Sex) Pet I zipped up his trousers and sat back up in my seat but he didn’t move. I waited silently, and eventually he half opened his eyes and gave me a lazy smile. “You’re a very naughty girl! I can’t see straight and my legs have gone numb! How am I supposed to drive now?” I giggled proudly and stroked his face with the back of my hand. After a few minutes he composed himself and promised to return the favour another time as it was getting late. * The sex in school became regular. I loved the excitement and the danger. We knew that if we were caught he could be fired and I could be excluded. However, instead of putting us off, it only made it better. One lunchtime, we had met in an empty classroom and were having sex in one of the walk-in cupboards, when someone walked in. We froze, him inside me, holding me up against the wall. Neither of us could breathe, we were both trying to be as silent as possible. Wordless pleas filled my mind as I prayed that whoever was in the classroom wouldn’t open the cupboard. They can’t have been in there for very long but it felt like an eternity before we heard them leave. When we heard the door shut we collapsed into relieved giggles. The tension drained out of us as we resumed our earlier activity. My heightened senses enabled me to feel his rapid heartbeat in his chest. The terror of nearly getting caught made us all the more frenzied and I ended up having mind-blowing multiple orgasms! * Our trips into the woods gave us time to get to know each other as people. His personality matched his body and he had a great sense of humour. I could have been falling in love with him but I couldn’t tell because my feelings of lust were so strong. I’d thought they were strong before our first sexual encounter, but my previous feelings didn’t come close to the emotions I was now experiencing. Being in class with him was torture. An hour of desperately wanting to touch and kiss him. It wasn’t even the sex I craved; it was just the sensation of being close to him. His smile still melted my insides and I found it impossible to concentrate on what he was saying when I was staring into his hypnotic eyes. When the novelty of ‘school-sex’ - as we had come to term it - had worn of, he invited me back to his flat. I didn’t hesitate. The atmosphere between us became completely different as soon as we walked in the door. This was his territory. His flat was roomy and well decorated with a minimalist design. We sat in the kitchen for a while and drank coffees, discussing our day and a new supply teacher who had just been hired. There was much less sexual tension between us than usual and I was worried that we wouldn’t be as good together now there wasn’t a danger of getting caught. When I expressed my fears to him, he smiled and kissed me tenderly. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll sizzle!” As soon as he said it we both cracked up because it sounded so corny. Any negative tension drained away and I let him lead me into the bedroom. His double bed was immaculate and the blue sheets looked crisp and fresh. When I commented on his good presentation he laughed and explained that his mother had been very strict when he was young. I thought about my own pigsty of a bedroom and suddenly felt very young. This feeling passed quickly as soon as he pulled me down onto the bed. “You know,” he began, “Now we’re all alone, we can do whatever we want!” It suddenly dawned on me that we’d never actually been naked together. Everything seemed new and my horniness found me again! I wanted to rip his clothes of as fast as I could, but when I started to undo his shirt, he stopped me and shook his head. My look of confusion amused him and I noticed a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’ve got a better idea,” he said mysteriously. I sat in bewilderment as he moved over to the other side of the bed, instructing me to stay where I was. He stood a few feet away from me, and while maintaining eye contact, started to tantalisingly unbutton his shirt. Suddenly I caught on to his idea and a smile spread across my face. I stood up as his shirt dropped to the floor and began to undo my own. We explored each other’s bodies with our eyes, both having to physically control our urges to touch. He undid his belt and dropped his trousers. He looked like a god standing in his white CK boxers, tanned and toned. A smile played on the corner of my lips as I took of my skirt excruciatingly slowly. I watched his breathing quicken and his penis become harder. We were both in our underwear, still on opposite sides of the bed, and I was more than ready to go over to him. But, when I started to move towards him he told me to stop. “I’m not finished yet, Anna.” I moaned with impatience and he grinned, enjoying the power he had over the situation. Staring intensely into my eyes, he pulled down his boxers, revealing his erection. My clit was pulsing with anticipation and I decided I needed to take control. I turned my back to him and unhooked my bra in slow motion. I looked over my shoulder and let it drop to the floor. I cupped my hands over my breasts so they were hidden, and turned to face him. I massaged them with my fingers, making him sweat, before revealing them. I then ran my thumb around the elastic of my black lace thong, teasing him because I had a surprise. I slid my hand into the thong and rubbed myself. I closed my eyes for effect but saw him swallow hard when I opened them. Finally I pulled the thong down, revealing my pussy, which I had shaved especially for the occasion. I watched his mouth open and he was starting to pant. He was ready. I approached him slowly as we took in each other’s naked bodies. Even though I had seen parts of him naked, I had only imagined the full sight. He looked too perfect, almost as if he had been carved out of wood. I wondered what he was thinking about me. The look in his eyes showed me that he wasn’t disappointed. When I reached him we didn’t embrace immediately. I traced my fingers gently around the contours of his chest, along the creases of his six-pack. He ran his hands over my breasts and down the sides of my body. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me into him, kissing me hard. The sensation of his warm, silky skin next to my own made me feel faint. I was flying through space, I was on another planet. I felt as if I was on the edge of orgasm already. We fell back onto the bed caught in waves of unequalled pleasure. I couldn’t get over the feeling of our skin sliding over each other. Chills slid up and down my body like hot ice. The room spun and my heartbeat deafened me. The sex felt frenzied but when I focused I realised that it was actually slow and sensual. His erection pressed hard into my stomach and I took it with my hand and slid it into my soaking pussy. I gasped loudly and my body convulsed as I came almost immediately. He started off on top but let me take charge after a while. I rode him hard, loving the sweat I was causing to drip down his face and hearing him moan my name over and over again. He came so hard that his body folded and made his sit up. I pulled his glistening body into my own and held him while he shuddered. We sank back onto the pillows exhausted and happy. He pulled the sheets over us and held me close to him. I nestled my face into his neck and kissed his salty skin. He stroked my damp hair and closed his eyes. I loved the feeling of being still with him. That was something we’d never done before. We’d never relaxed. After a few minutes my energy returned and I got the giggles. I felt elated and happy and needed to express it. He looked a bit puzzled by my outburst but was soon laughing to. When we’d calmed down we kissed for a long time, taking time to enjoy each other fully. We were both hot and sticky so we decided to go and take a shower. His bathroom was very modern, with shiny black tiles and chrome fittings. The shower was large, definitely big enough for two. I felt strangely uninhibited walking around naked. Even feeling his eyes on me, I was comfortable. I stepped into his arms under the powerful jets, and it was a welcome relief to feel the hot water flowing over me. He squeezed some shower gel into his hands and lathered it all over my body. I giggled and wiped it over him as well. Our slippery bodies slid over each other as we kissed and caressed. Then I remembered something. “You owe me a favour, you know!” He grinned, knowing immediately what I meant. We moved apart, letting the water rinse the foam off our bodies. Then he knelt down in front of me. He licked the insides of my thighs, teasing me and making me wet again. He gently pulled the lips of my pussy apart and traced his tongue around my sensitive clit. I closed my eyes and let the water flow over my face. The feeling of the running water heightened the sensations; I could feel the pleasure all over my body. He knew what he was doing and alternated between licking up and down, and in circles. It didn’t take me long to orgasm. My fists clenched and my toes curled as I felt it build up. It hit me with all the force of an earthquake. The trembles starting at my epicentre and ripping through every particle of my body. My knees gave way and I slid to the shower floor. He supported me in his arms as I recovered but he wasn’t wasting any time. As soon as I’d got my breath back he stood up and pushed me against the shower wall. He slid himself inside me and picked me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. I was so sensitive, the feeling of him being in me bordered on the edge of painful, but I didn’t want it to stop. He took a long time to come but when he did it seemed to last forever. Afterwards he just stood, still inside me, eyes closed, breathing deeply. We stayed in the shower until the jets of water began to hurt my skin. When we got out, he wrapped a big, warm, fluffy towel around me and we returned to the bedroom. Time had no meaning for me as we lay in each other’s arms. I wanted to stay there forever. But of course, I couldn’t. All too soon, the time came for me to get dressed and leave. He gave me a lift home, but before I got out at the end of my road, we exchanged a lingering kiss that remained in my mind all night. * I was walking on air the following day as I skipped down the road to the bus stop. Now I had no inhibitions about him. We’d been together properly and it was even better than I could have imagined. Nothing could stop us now; there were no limits to what we could do. I had decided to go back to his house and surprise him. Hopefully we could spend the day together in his flat. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I envisaged lazing in bed with him, eating lunch naked, and then having him for dessert! But when I arrived at his door it was a different story. When I buzzed his flat number, I didn’t hear the deep sensual voice I expected, instead a woman answered. “Hello?” I was stunned for a second and failed to reply. “Hello??” “Erm, hi. Is… the flat owner there?” “I’m his wife. Can I help you?” Wife. The word struck me like lightning. I felt physically sick and my head started to spin. Tears filled my eyes and I suddenly felt dirty and used. I could hear the annoyed female voice barking down the intercom but I couldn’t focus on the words. Thoughts of lies and betrayal flew round my head. Thinking back, I had never asked him is he was married, but he had never mentioned another woman so I had made my own assumptions. I couldn’t believe I’d been so stupid! I wondered how many other girls he’d treated the same way. Legs shaking and tears streaming down my face, I wobbled back down the road. I had no idea where I was going; I just knew I had to get away. Through the babble in my brain I heard someone calling my name. I turned to see him running down the street after me, a look of concern and guilt painted on his beautiful face. Pain filled his chocolate eyes as he gushed apologies and pleaded with me not to tell anyone. Fury rose in me uncontrollable and my whole body shook with rage as I screamed out my anguish. “You asshole!!! You fucking asshole!! I HATE you! I never want to see you again!” “Anna, I’m sorry, I know that what I did was wrong but I couldn’t resist you. I-” “Don’t you dare! If you come anywhere near ever again I’ll tell everyone what you really are!” And with that I stormed away leaving him standing, open mouthed, in the middle of the pavement. I didn’t know what he was feeling and I didn’t care. I wished I could make him feel as bad as I did. * I knew it was going to be hard. I didn’t know if I was ever going to sleep with anyone as good as him again. For the time being I didn’t want to. Nobody could replace him just yet. I found it very hard to get to sleep at night; I was always too horny. And with the lust came the sharp pain of betrayal, confusing me even more. Giving no notice, he left the school. Our new English teacher was an old dragon-like woman. In her classes I would just sit and think about how things used to be. My grades dropped even further and letters were sent home to my parents. Then one day, the solution to my problem came in the post. The note on the package said: “FOR WHEN YOU’RE LONELY” My curiosity burned my hands as I tore off the brown tape. Inside the package was a pink box. I smiled as removed its contents and knew immediately who had sent it. It was a Rampant Rabbit, and from that day forth, my companion on lonely nights. Needless to say, I didn’t have any trouble sleeping after that, and every time my anger returned, I could melt it away with deep and powerful orgasms.