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How Mr Barnes Seduced Me

By: deepemerald



I'd been held back a year in school when my father died, so when I started senior year I was already 18. Some of my old best friends were going off to college and I felt a little depressed about having to go to high school for another year. I was determined to get into a good college though, and hopefully get a scholarship to cover some of the costs of my further education since my mother didn't earn a big income and most of my dad's life insurance payouts for me ended when I turned 18.

During the first week I asked my Math, English, Spanish and Biology teachers for work that would earn me extra credits and that would look good on my college application and they were happy to comply seeing as how I was a straight A student that they never had any trouble with. Mr Barnes was my biology teacher and he said that he would help me run some lab experiments, but it would mean early mornings and late afternoons in the lab. I didn't mind. I wanted to study biology at college so it was just the thing I needed for my application. I also knew that Mr Barnes's alma mater was very prestigious and if he could write me a recommendation I stood a very good chance of getting in.

By mid-October I was getting used to the early mornings in the lab. Mr Barnes was usually there to help me as my research was part of a bigger project that he was doing for the college in our town. We'd developed a camaraderie and I felt more at ease with him than I did with any other teacher. In fact, I felt more at ease with him than I did with most of my fellow students. One day as the halls emptied at the end of the school day, I walked into Mr Barnes's lab and I could see how excited he was. He waved me over to look in the microscope and I couldn't believe my eyes. Our experiment was working beyond our wildest expectations. I looked back at Mr Barnes.

"Did you see it, Millie?" he asked excitedly.

"I saw it, Mr Barnes," I replied. "I saw it, but I can hardly believe my eyes!"

"Me neither, this is fantastic. And the best part is, if this develops the way I hope, you're going to be able to skip first year biology at college and go straight into second year. What you will learn here will be far more valuable to you than anything anyone will do during their first year of college."

"Oh, thank you, Mr Barnes!" I threw myself around his neck and hugged him. I'd already confessed to him how I felt left out when everybody I started school with so many years ago had gone off to college. "This is the best feeling I've had for a long time."

"I know," Mr Barnes replied, his hands resting on my waist. "It's better than sex."

I blushed. "I wouldn't know."

"A beautiful girl like you?" He looked genuinely surprised. "I would have thought that you'd have a boyfriend."

I sighed. "All the boys here at school are so immature. You know as well as I do that the majority of the students here aren't very interested in academics. Those of us who are wanting to study and go to college to learn, and not just party, are seen as freaks."

"That's true," he looked pensive. "So why don't you have an older boyfriend? Someone who shares your interests?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I guess I'm so busy studying that I don't socialise much, and on the weekend I have to work all day. I must sound awfully boring to you."

He laughed softly. "You don't sound boring at all. You sound exactly like me at that age. Where were you when I was looking for a girlfriend who wasn't an airhead cheerleader?"

I giggled. "Probably in my sandbox!"

He laughed and pulled away to pick some books off his shelves. "You're probably right. I'm 32 and you're 18. I'm your teacher. I shouldn't see certain things in you."

"See what?" I was confused.

"I shouldn't see how tight your shirts are across your chest. I shouldn't see how your breasts bounce while you're walking. I shouldn't see how small your waist is or how perfectly rounded your ass is. I shouldn't see your perfectly shaped thighs. And most of all I shouldn't see how your hair looks like golden honey and wonder if there's more of that colour elsewhere on your body."

I was flabbergasted. I'd never been spoken to like that, least of all by a man who could probably have any woman he wanted.

"I'm sorry, Millie," he smiled at me. "I shouldn't have said that. Let's get on with our work."

The rest of that afternoon we worked as normal, but all of a sudden I was aware of him brushing up against me and the jolts when our fingers met as he handed me something. When I was getting ready for bed that night I looked at myself in the mirror. My golden blonde hair reached far down my back. I wore contact lenses so as not to cover my blue eyes. I had high cheekbones and full lips. I was only 5'5" tall, and quite curvy. I was already wearing d-cup bras and my hips were very rounded. My grandma called them childbearing hips. My tits were still very firm for that size and each was crowned by a bright pink nipple. My stomach was flat and I kept my blonde bush neatly trimmed. I blushed as I looked at my bush and remembered Mr Barnes's words about whether I had more golden hair. I felt a sudden urge to show him. 

All of a sudden I stopped thinking of Mr Barnes as my teacher, and started thinking about him as a man. He wasn't the tallest man I'd ever seen, but at 6' he was quite a bit taller than me. He had broad shoulders and a solid build. His hair was short and a bit wild, the type of hair that always looks like it needs to be cut again. He usually had a bit of a stubble going and when he wore v-neck t-shirts you could tell that he had a hairy chest. If someone had asked me what my ideal man looked like, Mr Barnes was pretty close to perfect. I wondered whether he had a girlfriend. I was sure that he'd never be interested in an inexperienced little girl like me, but as I was drifting off to sleep that night I fantasised about his hands on my body again, only this time with me not wearing any clothes.

The next morning I dressed with care. I wore my tightest shirt and a skirt that was almost glued to my ass. I stopped at my locker to drop off my things before heading to the biology lab so that I wouldn't be pressing any books against my chest and stopping my tits from bouncing.

"Good morning, Mr Barnes," I greeted him as I entered the lab.

He turned around and let his eyes take me in from top to bottom. "Good morning, beautiful. You look like you're in a good mood."

"I am! What shall we do today?"

"Ah, today we have to take the readings from all these samples, move them over there, and then document the data."

The lab was rather cramped and we worked quietly. We soon got a rhythm going where Mr Barnes would hand things over to me and I would be in charge of relocating them. Ever so often his arms would brush against my tits. He didn't seem to notice, but for me it was agony. Each time I felt his arm against my tits I could feel my nipples growing harder and my pussy getting wetter. I was starting to realise that I wanted Mr Barnes in a very sexual way.

A few days later Mr Barnes started talking about boyfriends again.

"I've noticed that the captain of the football team has been paying attention to you, Millie. Don't sell yourself short by going out with him, you deserve much better. A real man."

Yet another couple of days later he remarked on a guest speaker that we had had in class. 

"Mr Jeminski really liked you, Millie. I could see it in his eyes."

Then the next day I was wearing a particularly tight t-shirt.

"You look really sexy in that shirt, Millie. I think it's so hot that your nipples are showing like that."

Another couple of days went by.

"It's hard for a guy to concentrate when your cleavage is on show like that."

The next day it was my trousers.

"They're so tight on your ass that it looks like you're not wearing any underwear, I guess you've got a thong."

Each of his comments gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. I wondered if he could see what effect they were having on me. Each night I fantasised about him. I played with my pussy while imagining his face, his lips on my tits, his fingers in my pussy. I wondered if he could tell. I didn't dare mention it to him. I was sure that his comments were a way of being nice to me, to increase my confidence, which they did. It was just that the primary effect of his comments was that I had a permanently wet pussy when he was around.

One day Mr Barnes wasn't in the lab at the end of the school day and I collated some data on my own, according to his instructions. That night at dinner my mother wanted to have a chat.

"Your teacher Mr Barnes came in to the shop this afternoon," she said.

"Oh?" I was feeling flustered. Had I done something wrong? Had he noticed my attraction and then asked my mother to let me down easily. Oh, the humiliation!

"He wanted to ask my opinion on something. You see, he's been invited to guest speak at a convention and he wants to bring his brightest student. But before he invites you, he wanted to check with me, because I would have to pay part of your airfare and hotel accommodation."

"Really?" I was speechless. Me? Going away with Mr Barnes? It was too good to be true. Oh wait. He was going to see his peers and I was the silly little student coming along for the ride.

"I agree with him that it's a wonderful opportunity for you so I told him that I would find a way of getting the money if you wanted to go."

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"How much do you want to go?"

"More than anything."

"Then you'll go, sweetheart."

The next day Mr Barnes greeted me with a smile.

"Have you talked with your mother?"

"Yes, I have," I smiled back.

"And?"

"I'd love to go, Mr Barnes."

"That's fantastic news, Millie. We'll leave next Wednesday after school and we're returning on the Sunday. I'll want you to come with me to the Thursday lectures. There's not a lot of interest on Friday, so if you want to we can do something else then, like sight-seeing. Then I need you to assist me during my presentation on Saturday. The convention ends with a ball on Saturday night, do you have a gown that you can wear for it?"

I nodded.

"Great, then I'll bring you as my date. Then we have a few hours on Sunday to chill and see some more sights before we have to come home. Does that sound OK?"

"Yes, Mr Barnes," I said breathlessly. "It sounds fantastic."

"You should probably not wear this outfit for my presentation. Not a man in the room will listen to me if they can't keep their eyes off your luscious chest and ass."

I agreed that I wouldn't wear it. That night in bed I lay naked, pinching my nipples and massaging my clit. What did Mr Barnes mean by that comment? Would he be as distracted by the sight of my chest as the other men? Or was he just being polite, telling me to wear something more conservative. The questions in my head were killing me. There was nobody I could talk to about this. I was too shy to ask Mr Barnes and everybody else would just be judgemental about a student falling for her teacher.

A few of my classmates made silly jokes about me going away with our teacher, but it didn't bother me. On the afternoon of our departure I was really excited and eager to set off. I had a passion for sexy underwear and I'd packed my nicest pieces. I'd also packed plenty of tight fitting clothes, as well as something conservative for the presentation. I wanted Mr Barnes to see how he was making me feel. When we checked in to the hotel we were given adjoining rooms. The door between our rooms was unlocked and Mr Barnes knocked on the door and told me that he was going to have a shower and change clothes, and then he'd like to buy me dinner in the hotel restaurant.

I showered and started getting dressed. I put on a red lace push-up bra that made my breasts look huge. With it I wore a matching thong and on top of it I put a low cut black dress. My tits were on display, only cut off just above the nipples, and when I moved my red bra could be seen from different angles. I'd never dared dressed that provocatively before and I hoped I wasn't making a big mistake. Surely he had to feel something for me or he wouldn't have made all those comments. I put on a little makeup to make myself look a little bit older.

I'd just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on the front door. I opened it and there was Mr Barnes, looking really sexy in his black shirt and trousers. He seemed rather shocked at my appearance and remained speechless for a couple of seconds. I thought to myself that maybe I'd just made the biggest mistake in my life.

"Millie," he gasped. "You look good enough to eat tonight."

I beamed at him and we went to the lifts together. I had a plan brewing in my head. When Mr Barnes had knocked on my door I'd quickly checked to make sure that our adjoining doors were still open. They were.

Dinner was wonderful. I let Mr Barnes order for me and his choices were excellent. As we were nibbling at our desserts I caught Mr Barnes staring at my chest.

"You've dropped some chocolate," he said and brushed his thumb across my breast, stroking his hand across my nipple as he took his hand back and licked the chocolate that had just been on my breast off his finger. "Mmmm... that tasted nicer than from the bowl."

With a playful look in my eye I got some more chocolate on my spoon and pretended to drop it on my other breast.

"Oh, there's some more, let me." Mr Barnes played along, this time taking much longer and stopping his hand briefly as he ran it past my nipple.

"You know," he said with a dreamy look in his eyes. "There is a better way for a man to eat chocolate off a woman, but it can't be done in a restaurant, or you get thrown out."

He winked and I laughed with him. Laughing must have made my tits bounce because Mr Barnes moved closer to me and whispered in my ear.

"I always thought that you were supposed to wear black bras under black dresses. But that red suits your creamy skin."

"What colour do you think would suit me best, Mr Barnes?"

"That's not for me to say. Now, if you're finished let's pay and go back to our rooms. I think we could both do with an early night."

I could have kicked myself. I'd gone too far with that comment. He wasn't interested in me at all. My pussy was aching. I was dripping wet. We went back to our rooms in silence. When I'd opened my door Mr Barnes reached forward and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I was close to tears. He saw me as a child. I'd never wanted him more and he seemed oblivious to the fact that I was a sexual being. Well, it wasn't over yet. I had one more trick up my sleeve tonight.

I pulled off my dress and inspected myself in the mirror. My bra had slipped down a little and I could see the outline of pink just above it. There was a dark stain on my thong from my pussy juices that didn't seem to be able to stop flowing. I released my long, blonde locks. I took a deep breath and then I kicked the base of the bed as hard and as loud as I could. I quickly sat down on the floor, facing the adjoining door, with one leg straight and the other one bent up against my breasts, showing off my wet patch and then I grabbed hold of my toes and started crying.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," I cried as loud as I dared. "I've broken my foot."

The door opened and Mr Barnes was there. He'd taken his shirt off, showing off a muscular chest with a soft brown mat. His belt was also undone. He ran up to me and kneeled in front of me.

"What's up, Millie? What happened?" He looked genuinely concerned and I felt a little ashamed, but I didn't care.

"I accidentally hit the bed with my foot. I think I've broken a toe. Ow, ow, ow... It really hurts."

"Let go of it and let me have a look," he said and I released my foot, only to feel his warm hands on it. "You haven't broken it, but I think you might have a bruise there in the morning."

"Are you sure?" I sobbed.

"Yes, I'm sure." He caressed my leg and moved to stand up when something made him sit down again.

"I was right," he smiled at me.

"About what?" I asked, not following him.

"About two things."

"What two things?"

"That your red lingerie looks really good against your milky white skin." He paused and looked at me. "And that your locks below match the colour of the locks on your head."

I looked down and noticed that my low cut thong had slid even lower when Mr Barnes was checking my foot. I leaned on one hand, knowing that the position would show more of my pussy hair and also make my bra strap fall down. I wasn't disappointed. Without any words I leaned even further, causing the top of my bra to start falling, showing the top of my rock hard nipple.

"You're really sexy, Millie," Mr Barnes said with a smile. "And you know what would be sexier?"

"What?" I answered breathlessly.

"If you took off that lacy bra so that I can see just how beautiful your tits are."

I reached behind and released the clasps. I shook off my bra and sat up straight.

"They're so firm," Mr Barnes smiled. "So round and firm, like little mounds with cherries on top. Do you still have your cherry, Millie, or has one of the boys in your classed managed to get into your pants yet?"

"I still have my cherry."

"Good." He smiled and looked between my legs. "You know, I think your pussy might catch a chill if you wear wet underwear like that. Stand up and let me help you out of them."

Without a word I stood up and hardly breathed as I felt Mr Barnes's fingers hook under my thongs and slowly pull them down, caressing my thighs as he did. I stepped out of them and he brought them up to his nose and smelled them.

"You have a wonderful musky scent, Millie," he smiled and rubbed the wet patch against his lips. "And you taste good too."

Mr Barnes stood up and let my thongs fall on top of my bra that was still lying on the floor. My tits were pointing straight at him and my nipples were less than an inch from his hairy chest.

"I guess I should go to bed now," he said. "Good night, Millie."

I was shocked. After all that, with me naked in front of him, was he just going to go? He turned around and faced the door.

"But..." I started.

"But what, Millie?" he looked back over his shoulder.

"But what about me?"

"What about you? I'm not a mind-reader. You have to tell me what you want."

"I want... you!"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"To do what, Millie?"

"To be with me. To touch me..." I couldn't bring myself to saying what I really meant.

"If you want me to fuck you I need to hear it," he said. "I need to hear you ask me to break your cherry, to fuck your virgin cunt, if that's what you really want. Once you make your mind up, there's no turning back."

"Fuck me, Mr Barnes, please. I want your cock to be the first cock in my cunt."

He turned around and took me into his arms. My tits were crushed against his chest as his mouth devoured mine, as his tongue explored my mouth.

"I've been waiting for you to be ready for me for so long. All your sexy outfits drove me mad. Wait here."

He let go of me and went back to his room. Within seconds he came back, naked with a box of condoms and a tube. He placed both on the bedside table and walked back to me.

"Is mine the first cock you've seen?" he asked and my eyes moved down to where his tool was hanging, five inches long and already thicker than the three fingers I could just about squeeze into my cunt when playing with myself.

"Yes it is," I answered truthfully.

"Touch it," he said and placed my hand on it. I could feel it twitch as I wrapped my fingers around it. "Squeeze it and start moving your hand up and down."

I did as I was told and gasped in surprise as he grew bigger and harder. It didn't take him long to be over 8 inches and so thick I couldn't get my hand around it. How on earth was that monster going to fit inside my tight cunt? He seemed to have read my mind.


How Mr Barnes Seduced Me



"Don't worry about the size, baby. Your cunt will stretch to fit me in. Now go over to the bed and lie down."

I lay on the bed and Mr Barnes followed me. Careful to put his weight on his arms he lowered himself above me, his cock pressing between my thighs, and he started kissing me. He licked my lips and parted them with his tongue. He played around with my tongue and then he slowly let go, moving himself down, closing in on my tits. He wrapped his lips around one nipple and started sucking and flicking it with his tongue. He pinched my other nipple with his fingers, pulling it and tugging it and making my nipple even harder and bigger. Then he switched and I started moaning out loud with pleasure. He then gave my tits a final squeeze and let his lips wander down my stomach, past my bellybutton and to my little bush. He then reached under my thighs and lifted my legs.

"Hold on to your knees and keep your legs spread like this, baby," he said to me.

I grabbed hold of my knees and looked down as he buried his face in my pussy. He kissed my pussy lips and let his tongue part them. Then he started sucking my clit. He gave my clit a gentle bite. He moved down to my cunt hole and shoved his tongue inside, lapping up the juice that was flowing from it. He licked down to my asshole and circled it with his tongue. I'd never known that men would lick that far back. He then homed in on my clit again and pushed a finger inside my hole and started pumping. My breathing was getting more laboured now. He then pushed a second finger inside my cunt and I was panting. A third finger went in and he was finger fucking me furiously while sucking my clit.

"I'm cumming," I panted.

"Cum, baby," he said quickly and then continued sucking my clit.

"I'm cumming, Mr Barnes. Oh yes... I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING!!!!!"

With those words my body started shaking and my cunt grabbed Mr Barnes's fingers in a cast iron grip. It took a while for me to come down from that.

"Here, taste yourself," Mr Barnes had crawled up to me and was lying on his side next to me with his fingers on my lips. I sucked his fingers into my mouth and tasted my pussy juice. Then he started caressing my tits again. He sucked and pulled my nipples and soon I was squirming in his arms, raising my hips as I wanted him.

"Are you ready to fuck now?"

"Oh yes, Mr Barnes, I'm so horny."

He laughed. "I can tell. Reach over for one of those condoms. I want you to put it on my cock."

With a few instructions I managed to get the condom on his pulsating cock.

"Put a finger in your cunt, baby. Are you wet again?"

"I think so." I held my finger up to him.

"Oh, you're dripping. No need for lube here. I'm going to fuck you now, Millie. I'm going to take your virginity and fuck you so hard. Are you sure you want that?"

"Oh yes, fuck me please!!!"

He moved on top of me, parting my legs with his. He bit my nipple and sucked my tit into his mouth, then he did the same with my other tit. He sucked on them hard for a while. Then he pushed himself up on his knees, grabbed my legs and pulled them up on his shoulders, getting my ass up off the mattress in the process. Then he slowly leaned forward, with his cock resting against my slit, moisturising the condom. He moved his hips back and the head of his cock was now against my hole. He pushed a little and I drew a quick breath as his cock head popped inside me, filling me beyond what I thought possible.

"There's no turning back, baby, your cunt is mine now," he said and slowly lowered his hips. I focused hard on relaxing so that it wouldn't hurt me as his thick shaft threatened to tear my virgin cunt in pieces. He came to a short stop and then he moved deep inside with a hard thrust, tearing me to pieces. I cried out, but I couldn't move, pinned under his body as I was. We stayed like that until my pain went away and I was throbbingly horny for him again. Then he started sliding in and out of me, each time thrusting himself hard and deep inside me. Each slam gave a wet echo that filled the room. I felt his balls slamming into my ass. I soon tried to meet his hips, wanting to suck his cock deeper into my cunt. With each thrust my tits were sent bouncing and I noticed that he kept his eyes fixed on them, fucking me harder to make my tits bounce harder.

Mr Barnes picked up the pace and pretty soon I was delirious with fucking. My cunt was overflowing with my juices and I could feel them running down my ass crack. This was the best feeling ever, but it had to end. It felt all too soon when I could feel a deep tingle in the pit of my stomach.

"I'm gonna cum..."

"Oh, baby, cum for me. Let your tight little cunt cum all around my hard cock."

I cried out as my body trembled and I could feel my cunt contracting around Mr Barnes's pumping cock. Then he pushed himself deep inside me and grunted out loud as he came. He collapsed on top of me, let my legs down and rolled us over on our sides, his cock still in me and we lay and kissed for a while.

"Was that good, baby?" he smiled

"It was wonderful, Mr Barnes."

He pulled his cock and condom out of me and a small gush of my juices and blood escaped on to the sheet.

"Go to the bathroom and wash yourself off and then come in to my room. I don't want you to have to sleep on the stained sheet tonight."

I cleaned the last of the blood off me and towelled myself off. I looked at myself in the mirror and my tits were covered in red marks. My pussy lips were swollen and I realise that this was how a well fucked body looked. On my way past my bed, I noticed that the pack of condoms was gone. When I entered Mr Barnes's room I saw them on the table next to where he was lying and in his fingers was a tiny packet.

"Come to bed, baby," he smiled. "I want you to suck my cock and make me hard again. Straddle my face so that I can watch your wonderful cunt while you're at it."

I climbed up on the bed and placed my legs on either side of his head. I then leaned forward, letting my tits drop onto his stomach as I sucked his rather limp cock into my mouth. I could feel his breath on my pussy as I started sucking.

"Use your hands to squeeze the base, baby. And touch my balls too. Just don't stop sucking. You're doing great."

My head was bobbing up and down. I had one hand around the base of his shaft, which was now almost as big and hard as before. My other hand was stroking his balls. I sucked and teased him with my tongue and I could hear his happy moans. Then I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. He was kneading them, pulling them apart, as I sucked his cock. Then I heard a squirt and I felt a wet finger on my asshole. Slowly, slowly the finger went deeper inside my ass.

"Don't stop sucking my cock, baby!" 

I continued sucking hard as he started pumping my ass with his finger. The harder I sucked, the faster he finger fucked my ass. I could feel my pussy juices dripping onto his chest and I just kept sucking him.

"Oh yeah, baby," he handed me a condom. "Put this on me and get on your hands and knees."

I did it in record time and before I knew what had hit me he was behind me, shoving his cock straight inside my waiting cunt. Then the finger was back in my ass. I moaned out loud. It felt so good. He was fucking me hard and furiously and each plunge inside my cunt made his balls slam into my clit with a force. The wet slam noises were even louder this time and I soon came, screaming out my satisfaction. Mr Barnes pulled his cock out of me and pulled me off the bed. He pressed me against the wall, parted my legs and impaled me on his cock. I locked my legs around him as he pounded me furiously. Each thrust he would grind himself as deep inside me as he could. He went faster and faster. Harder and harder into my cunt. 

"I'm cumming again!" I cried out and the people in the hotel room next door banged the wall and called out for us to shut up.

As I came again Mr Barnes walked with me still shafted on his big fuck meat and we fell onto the bed, knocking over a lamp in the process. He kept pumping me and then he nearly screamed as he shoved deep inside me one last time and shot his load. I could feel his cock twitching inside me and his orgasm was so powerful it made me cum again. We were bathing in sweat as he pulled out.

"Drink my cum, baby," he said and held the condom against my lips. "Taste what you do to me."

I tasted the salty nectar and cupped my tits, stroking my nipples. He kissed my cunt and moved to kiss my tits when there was a knock on the door. He didn't bother getting dressed. He was gleaming with sweat and his cock was hanging limp, but still quite long as he opened the door. An embarrassed man in a hotel uniform was standing outside.

"Excuse me, Mr Barnes," he said and tried to avert his eyes from Mr Barnes's nudity and me, naked and battered on the bed. "The people in the next room have been complaining about the noise and I have to tell you that you've only checked in one person to this room."

"We accidentally knocked over a lamp, which I will of course pay for. But my girlfriend and I have booked two rooms so we're both checked in. In fact, now that you're here. Can you cancel my girlfriend's room for the rest of the weekend, we'll move her in here tomorrow morning."

"Of course, Sir," said the man. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you, it's just..."

I didn't hear the rest as Mr Barnes closed the door behind him and walked up to me.

"Am I really your girlfriend?" I asked him with a smile.

"You definitely are. My wonderful, slutty and cock hungry girlfriend. You belong to me now."

We fell asleep in each other's arms and overslept the next morning. We only had time for a quick fuck in the shower and Mr Barnes cursed having to use a condom. He did however pack several into his pocket and we used all of them during the day. During the morning break we fucked in the men's toilets. During lunch we fucked up against the wall in a dark corner of the room. During the afternoon break we snuck under a table and fucked again. Each time was more wonderful than the last. That night we ordered room service and Mr Barnes taught me more about sucking cock and then he introduced me to a few new positions. On the Friday we went sight-seeing and bought more condoms as we fucked in several landmarks. Saturday and Sunday went by just as quickly and before I knew it he was dropping me off at my house.

"Come in early tomorrow and wear a skirt," he said to me with a smile. "After school we're going on a field trip."

The next morning he had me suck him off while he was sitting at the desk in his classroom and I swallowed his load for the first time. He then made me sit on his desk while he sucked me. After school we drove to a camping shop and bought a sturdy little bed for the lab. Next he drove me to a sexual health clinic and got me a prescription for contraception pills. The next few months went by as in a dream. Every morning we'd have oral sex and every afternoon we fucked for hours in the lab. It wasn't long before I was fully protected with the pill and we could start fucking without condoms and it was amazing to feel Mr Barnes shooting his load up my cunt.

On weekends I started telling my mother that I was sleeping over at friends' houses. She was so happy that I'd stopped moping around and missing my old friends that she never questioned it. That gave Mr Barnes and me hours of fun in his bed. By the time I graduated I had received college credits for my extra work in nearly every subject and I'd been awarded a full scholarship to Mr Barnes's old college. He resigned from my school and moved with me to the town where I'd be studying and for the first time we could live openly together. While my college classmates fooled around with college parties and inexperienced fumbling in the dark I was fucking a real man who satisfied me every time.

I'm not 18 anymore. I know that Mr Barnes manipulated me into begging him to fuck me that first time. I don't mind though. I'm now 28 and he is 42 and we still fuck almost every day and it's still as good as those first times in the hotel. The only difference is that I don't have to call him Mr Barnes anymore since I'm Mrs Barnes. Our passion had given us 2 children so far. My husband is due home from his job as a professor at our old college any minute now and I have a surprise for him. I had a post-natal check-up today and we're allowed to have sex again. I can't wait!