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Don't Stand So Close To Me Ch. 01

By: chasing_ivy



The bell rang and students began filing out of the classroom. Normally Naomi was one of the first out the door, eager to leave her creative writing class. Today she sat sulking at her desk, waiting for Mr. Alberts to finish up talking to Michael, his favorite student. 'This is so unfair!' she thought. The senior idly stared at the green slip of paper on her desk, ordering that she stay after class to discuss her grade. 'Why should he care if I didn't do the assignment?'

"Naomi, please come up here, we need to discuss your performance in my class," Mr. Alberts said, as Michael left.

Naomi all but stomped to the front of the classroom, looking more like a petulant child than an 18-year-old girl. 

"Do you have lunch next, or will you need a pass for your next class?"

"Lunch," was the sullen response.

The creative writing teacher pulled out Naomi's latest assignment, turned in two days late and incomplete. A bright red D glared at her from the front page, and there looked to be more red ink than black on each page. 

Naomi's face flushed as she turned towards her teacher, practically yelling, "Mr. Alberts this is so unfair!"

"And what exactly is unfair about that grade, Naomi?" Mr. Alberts calmly asked. "The fact that it's not an F, which is what it should be, since you turned it in late?"

"Why was the assignment late, Naomi?" Mr. Alberts continued. "And why did you hand it in only partly finished? Are you too busy with student government to find the time to complete your class work?"

"No. I just don't have time to work on your assignments. I had a calculus exam to study for and a huge chemistry project to finish."

"Why do you feel like it is ok to blow off my class? And why do you feel entitled to grades you do not earn?" Mr. Alberts pressed.

Naomi's face flushed an even deeper shade of red.

'At least she has the sense to be embarrassed by her behavior,' Mr. Alberts thought to himself. 'This might turn out to be more entertaining than I originally thought...'

"It's just creative writing. I'm going to medical school. I don't need this bullshit class!"

"Oh, really?" Mr. Alberts asked, with raised eyebrows. "I can see that your attitude has not improved since we spoke last week about your previous work. I am tired of your disrespectful manner and tone. You will see me this afternoon for detention."

"But Mr. Alberts..." Naomi whined.

"I believe the penalty for swearing at a teacher is a day of suspension. Would you rather serve that, or just come by after school today?"

Naomi glowered at her teacher, while he smirked back at her. Mr. Alberts knew she'd rather have detention. 'Oh, this is going to be fun!' he thought, as he watched the girl walk away. 

After school, Naomi walked back to her creative writing classroom, hating Mr. Alberts more and more with each step. When she entered the room she went to her usual seat and pulled out her phone, texting her friends in an effort to snub her least favorite teacher. She did not notice that Mr. Alberts had locked the door before addressing her. 

"Naomi, do you know why you are here?"

"Because you hate me and you are failing me on purpose! You should be fired."

An angry look crossed Mr. Alberts' face as he took more abuse from this difficult teenager. He was going to enjoy this. "How are those college applications coming, Naomi? Have you decided on a school yet?" he asked conversationally. "I imagine that your GPA will make a considerable impact on the final decision, don't you?"

Naomi's face grew pale as she answered, "I'm planning on getting an academic scholarship, so my GPA is important, yes."

"Well even if you don't need my 'bullshit' class, it seems you do need to pass it," he said smugly.

"FUCK YOU!" she shouted as she turned away from him in her desk.

'Please!' thought Mr. Alberts, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

'What an arrogant ass!' thought Naomi, but as her anger faded the weight of his words began to sink in. She did need to pass his class if she had any hope of going to a good college. Mr. Alberts knew this and he let her dwell on it for a moment before deciding to move things forward.

"I don't want you to lose your chances to go to college, Naomi," said Mr. Alberts as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "There is a way for you to salvage your grade. You'll just have to do some 'extra credit'."

"Can I get an A?" she asked as she turned back to face him, hope blossoming in her green eyes.

"If you apply yourself and you try really hard to be a.... 'better student'." A sly grin passed over his face as he said that last.

"But I'm not any good at creative writing!" Naomi complained.

"Then I'll just have to give you an assignment that showcases your other talents."

"What is it that I would have to do?" Naomi asked, confused.

Mr. Alberts reached out to touch her face, gently tucking a stray curl behind her left ear. Naomi felt her heart leap at the contact. He let his thumb trail just below her pouty lower lip as he explained, "There are other ways an aspiring writer can get ahead in this class, especially if she looks as good as you."

Naomi's throat went completely dry as she tried to respond, but Mr. Alberts pressed on, saving her the trouble. "I'll be direct. You need an 'A' in my class. I think you are a snotty bitch that needs to be taught a lesson. I think there is a way we can accomplish both those tasks to our satisfaction."

"You're just a stuck up asshole that is jealous because I get to leave this stupid town and you have to teach a pointless class for the rest of your life!"

"Oh there are many benefits to teaching this 'pointless class'. One of which is hot little pieces of ass like you." He leaned down so that his face was inches from hers. She could feel the heat from his breath tickle her lips. "I promise you that you will fail this class unless you learn to find a better use for that pretty little mouth than insulting me."

"Uhm... uh, ah..."

He stood back up to his full height and his hands fell to his waist. The girl watched, transfixed by the noticeable bulge in his cotton trousers.

"But Mr. Alberts... I don't want to get into trouble."

"You won't get into any trouble, Naomi. As long as you are a good little girl and do as you are told." He reached down and gently stroked her cheek. "Besides, it won't be so bad. You'll get your 'A' and you might even enjoy yourself in the process."

"I really don't have much experience. I don't think I can..."

"Tell you what. You don't have to do this," he said. "You are free to take your F and your pride and head out that door."

"But Mr. Alberts, I can't fail!" Naomi wailed, tears forming in her huge green eyes. "Please... I can't get an F! I'll lose my scholarship!"

He kneeled down and put his hands on her shoulders, "Shhh, it's ok. I just thought that we could help each other out. Have a little fun at the same time."

"I can't fail. You don't understand. I have to get a scholarship to go to a good school! Can't you help me?"

"Yes I can, but I am not going to help you for nothing," Mr. Alberts said soothingly. One hand was gently stroking her hair and the other fell to her bare knee. "All you have to do is play ball and have a little fun with me and all your troubles disappear." 

He leaned in then and gently caressed her lips with his. The kiss was soft and she sighed into his mouth. His hand on her knee began gently rubbing her thigh where her skirt had fallen away. Naomi could feel goose bumps forming all over from the gentle ministrations. He pulled back to smile at her. 

'He's actually kinda cute,' Naomi thought, as her eyes closed. 'And he's a very good kisser!'

As these thoughts raced through Naomi's mind, his hand slid under her skirt along the outside of her thigh, causing her pussy to twitch at the tingling contact. His touch startled her, but she only pulled back slightly before moving in even closer. Breathing in his wonderful, intoxicating scent, she asked,  "Don't tell anyone, Mr. Alberts, please?"

"You don't have anything to fear with me, Naomi. I won't ever hurt you. I won't tell anyone." His lips found hers again as she felt his tongue enter her mouth. His right hand slid inside her skirt, rubbing the top of her thigh, almost touching her panties. His left hand slid down her arm, its thumb grazing her breast.

Naomi could hardly believe what was happening. She hadn't had many serious boyfriends, but she found herself wanting so badly to make Mr. Alberts feel the same things she was feeling. She tentatively opened her mouth even further, sighing a bit as her tongue lightly grazed his lower lip.

He could sense that she was getting lost in the feelings coursing through her body. She parted her legs unconsciously, allowing his hand to begin rubbing her inner thighs. The backs of his knuckles grazed her damp panties. He slid his other hand along her back, pulling her into his ever hardening kiss.

Naomi could hardly believe it, but she actually felt desire for Mr. Alberts. She began kissing him even harder. Mr. Alberts could sense her need and hesitation but it only furthered the desire he had for his young student. He broke the kiss to ask, "Have you ever done this before?"

"A few times, but only with a couple of boys. And we were kinda learning together..." she trailed off, looking down. It was obvious that she was afraid her teacher would go back on the deal. And for Naomi, at least, this was quickly becoming less about the grade and more about pleasing her teacher.

Mr. Alberts flashed his most charming smile in an attempt to put the girl at ease, saying, "Well you are driving me insane. You are so beautiful!" His hands trailed to the buttons on her shirt. "I have to see your body." As he began to unbutton her shirt he resumed kissing her in efforts to further alleviate her shyness.

Naomi gasped as her English teacher removed the shirt. It all felt so wonderful as his hands traced her shoulders and clavicles and then dropped to her chest. She glanced down and her face instantly flushed, embarrassed. 'Why do I have to be wearing the pink cotton bra and panties today of all days? He's going to think I'm some stupid kid!' Naomi prayed that he wouldn't notice the color.

'Oh sweet Jesus, she's wearing pink,' Mr. Alberts thought, his cock twitching again. His fingertips grazed the exposed skin of her breasts, ducking just under the material of her bra. He noticed the look of embarrassment on her face and kissed her again. "You look so sexy!"

Her face turned an even brighter shade of red. She was sure that her teacher was only saying that to get what he wanted. 'He's not going to want to do this with me when he finds out I've never really been with a boy before,' Naomi thought. She was surprised that the thought of him saying no was just as terrifying as going through with it.

Mr. Alberts began gently kissing down her neck, working his way slowly toward her chest. He couldn't help nibbling the soft flesh along the way. He could tell that she was nervous; self-conscious of her inexperience. He knew that if he just turned her on enough she would stop caring and just give in to the pleasure. His hands pulled her bra straps off her shoulders as his lips fell between her breasts. He rained kisses all around the naked tops before pulling the cups down. His left hand began kneading her right breast as his tongue found her left nipple. As he began gently sucking the hard nub he felt her back stiffen.

Naomi found herself caring less and less that this was Mr. Alberts, the man who, a mere hour ago, was ruining her chances to attend university on scholarship. 

"Don't stop," she whispered, and she could hear his breathing quicken. He stopped licking her breasts and she could feel his hands working the clasp of her bra with a practiced ease that her bumbling suitors had never possessed. She looked into his eyes and was surprised to see passion burning in them. 

"I want you Naomi!" he said, kissing her hard on the mouth. He pulled the bare chested girl against him in a strong embrace. Tentatively, her fingers found the bottom of his shirt and they broke their kiss to pull it over his head. 

Naomi had no idea what she was doing, and for the first time in her life she didn't care. She could sense somehow that it didn't matter to Mr. Alberts, either. When she finally managed to get his polo shirt off, she pressed her body close to him. His chest was so warm and muscular, and she thought that she could stay wrapped up there forever and be happy.

Mr. Alberts pressed his body into hers as if he wanted to become one person. Her legs parted and he kneeled between them. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her panties and she rotated her hips against it. Naomi's nipples dragged against his bare chest as his arms wrapped around her back pulling her toward him. Their tongues intertwined as their mouths pressed together. Mr. Alberts' breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding so loudly that he was sure Naomi could hear it. 'I have never been so hard before,' he thought. Her hesitant inexperience was turning him on like he never thought possible. She tucked her ankles behind his thighs and pulled him tighter against her pussy. He pressed into her panties, praying they would tear so he could slide inside this amazing young girl.

She pulled back slightly, scared to go too far, too fast. "Mr. Alberts, are you sure this is ok?" 

Mr. Alberts chuckled at that, and responded, "Honey, now is not the time to start questioning!" Naomi smiled, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulled him back towards her, playing with his belt buckle. He got the feeling that something was going on in her mind, so he patiently kissed her while she played with the belt and buttons on his trousers. His own hands were running freely up and down her smooth back, slowly pushing the waste band of her skirt lower with each pass.

She finally got his belt undone, along with the top two buttons, but she stopped once she got the zipper half-way down. She suddenly threw herself into his chest with such force that if she had weighed much more than 100 pounds she would have knocked him over. Mr. Alberts could feel her shaking and as he held her tightly to him, struggling to calm her frantic breathing. His kisses became gentle and soothing. He held her wrapped in his arms and whispered, "What is it baby? You can tell me anything. I will never hurt you."

"I'm afraid to tell you. I don't want you to make me leave."

"You never have to fear me. I won't make you leave. I want more than anything for you to stay here with me. Tell me, what it is?"

She rested her head on his shoulder and mumbled into his neck so quietly that he could barely hear, "Um, well, I'm a.... I've... I never had sex before."

"Well you don't have to have sex with me if you don't want to. We'll only go as far as you feel like going. Now why don't you let me ease some of your tension, hmm?" And with that he resumed kissing the sweet girl, working his way down her body. His lips traced her collar bones, and then searched for her breasts again. A soft moan escaped her as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He greedily devoured each of her wonderful globes before traveling further still. His tongue slid into her belly button and Naomi giggled at the unusual contact. Her breath caught as he reached her skirt. "You can trust me, baby girl. I will never hurt you. I only want to make you feel good."

'Oh God, he's going to take off my skirt!' Naomi thought, 'Now he's going to see my dumb pink panties. Then if he takes those off, he'll see... oh god, that's so embarrassing! I can't let him!' By this time, her thoughts were so far behind his actions that she failed to notice he was removing both the skirt and panties. Her body was reacting to his touch of its own volition as she unconsciously raised her hips to allow him to pull them down. Mr. Alberts' breath sucked in when he noticed that she had shaved most of the hair off. The sharp sound snapped Naomi back to the present and she glanced down at him, fearful that he would find her unattractive. Her mind was reeling as it dawned on her that she was sitting in her English class, wearing nothing but white knee socks. She silently prayed that Mr. Alberts liked what he saw.

"My God you are so beautiful," He said as he stared in slack jawed awe at her striking figure. His hands reached out reverently and stroked her hips and upper thighs. His eyes traveled up her young, perfect body until they reached Naomi's uncertain eyes. She could clearly see the hunger in his expression. There was no malice. If anything, his desire for her had only increased. His voice was a throaty whisper, "I have to taste you. It's so perfect I just have to taste..." He plunged his mouth against her bare pussy, his lips against hers. His tongue slid inside of her and she wrapped her thighs around his head.

"Oh God!" Naomi shouted.

Mr. Alberts extended his tongue until it hurt against his teeth. Like a man dying of thirst who gets his first drink of water, he moaned into her as he reveled in the wonderful taste of her sweet juices. His hands roamed her thighs and stomach. Naomi's ankles locked behind his back as his thumb found her clit and began rubbing it. She was squeezing her thighs so tightly that he couldn't breath but he didn't care. He desperately needed to continue licking this sweet treasure.

Naomi couldn't believe how amazing this felt. Brief thoughts floated through her mind questioning how she tasted and how he knew exactly what to do to cause her so much pleasure, but they quickly disappeared. All she was sure of was that she never wanted him to stop. Her breathing quickened and she began unconsciously thrusting her hips into his warm mouth, needing to be consumed by him.

His mouth replaced his thumb on her clit and she felt his fingers slide inside her clasping tunnel. Mr. Alberts was thrilled when he heard her moaning as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Naomi could barely hold still on the desk as she started squirming. She let out a loud squeal as one of his drenched fingers slid out of her pussy and entered her ass in one motion. Naomi's whole body was wound so tightly she felt like exploding! Her desire to have him completely devour her increased. 

Mr. Alberts stopped licking for a moment, just long enough to say, "I want you to cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy."

Finally, she felt spasms shoot throughout her small frame; a feeling like an electric shock swept over her as her orgasm hit. She screamed out, not caring if anybody heard. All she wanted was for Mr. Alberts' tongue and fingers to stay right where they were while her body continued to shake, gripping them even tighter with pure ecstasy.

As she came down from her orgasm, Mr. Alberts slid up her body. She could feel his weight above her as his mouth once again found hers. Naomi could taste herself on his lips as his tongue entered her mouth. After a few moments he broke the kiss, taking a step back to allow her to get to her feet.

Naomi's knees felt like jelly and she was suddenly aware that she was practically naked, standing in front of her English teacher. Her eyes were bright and her hair was all messy, and her lips were still swollen from all the kissing. Mr. Alberts handed the girl her shirt and she shyly thanked him before slipping it on. 

"So," she asked hesitatingly, "is that all I needed to do for extra credit?"

He stepped closer to her, interrupting her as she got dressed. He pulled her into his arms and she sighed. "I have never been so turned on in my life, Naomi. You are so sexy and you taste amazing." He kissed her then, causing her knees to weaken at the memory of her orgasm. Breaking the kiss, he continued, "What just happened was certainly one of the best experiences of my life, but it is not enough to get you an A in this class. You are halfway done with your extra credit project my dear." He motioned to his still hard dick. "You will meet me here after class again. Do you understand?"


Don't Stand So Close To Me Ch. 01



"Yes, Mr. Alberts," she said, the perfect picture of submission. His dick jerked at the way she was looking at him, and he couldn't help but compare her to the brat that was there an hour ago.

"On what day would you want me to serve my second detention?"

"Let's see. It's Tuesday now. I want you to take some time and reflect on what happened here today. Really think about earning that 'A' the next time you come in. Meet me here on Friday, right after class."

"But Mr. Alberts, I can't..."

"Can't?" he interrupted, with raised eyebrows.

"Friday is our last basketball game of the season! If I don't get home in time to finish my homework first, I won't be allowed to go. Can I do a different day? Please?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, Thursday, next Monday, really it doesn't matter. Just not Friday! I can't miss the game." 

"Doesn't sound like you want that 'A' very badly," Mr. Alberts said, waiting just long enough for the shock to cross her face, then, "Meet me Thursday, after school. But you had better be prepared to finish that project. Do you understand?"

"I do want an 'A'! I'll be here Thursday, I promise! Thank you, thank you."

"Good. Now you had better get moving before anyone starts wondering where you ran off to. I'll see you in class tomorrow."

Naomi looked down at her shoes and mumbled a thank you before putting on her letter jacket and walking out the door. "See you Thursday, Mr. Alberts."



Don't Stand So Close To Me Ch. 02



Naomi jumped out of bed the minute her alarm went off on Thursday morning without registering why she felt so nervous. As she walked over to the closet to pick out her clothes she remembered: today was her second "detention" with Mr. Alberts.

Should she wear those new jeans that showed off her ass? Or what about another skirt? "I wish I just knew what he liked," she muttered to herself. "Maybe if he'd paid the least bit of attention to the outfit I wore to his class on Wednesday, I'd know what to do now." Her thoughts continued in this same vein for some time until she finally settled on the trendy brown slacks, blue button up shirt, and brown boots.

By the time Naomi had driven to school, her hands were shaking so badly she almost dropped her keys. "Dammit," she swore under her breath. "Get a hold of yourself. He's just some asshole English teacher; don't let him get to you." And with that, she determined that she would not allow thoughts of detention with Mr. Alberts to rule her mind all day. 

Naomi only managed to keep her resolve until third period when she actually had to attend creative writing. She made sure not to be late so that Alberts wouldn't have yet another reason to hate her. Upon walking into the class, she glanced up at the front of the room, only to be disappointed when Mr. Alberts refused to meet her eyes. Sighing, she slid into her seat, frustrated when he barely glanced her way.

Mr. Alberts stood at the front of the room, listening to one of his student's story ideas as Naomi walked into the room. He briefly looked in her direction before returning his attention to Michael, but his thoughts stayed with the beautiful young girl.

'Blue is a great color on her,' he thought and his cock twitched to life at the memory of how good she looked in nothing at all. With great effort, he forced his thoughts away from Naomi. He couldn't afford to let anyone notice his excitement when she was around. He didn't want to ruin this wonderful opportunity before it really heated up. 

Over the last two days he had made sure to treat her with the usual disdain that he had shown her all year. She had come up to him on Wednesday to say hello and he saw the confusion in her eyes when he had snubbed her with a brief nod before turning away to rummage through a drawer. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but he just couldn't risk anyone thinking...thoughts. The truth was that he had thought of little else for the last 48 hours. He hadn't stared at the clock so many times since he himself was in High School. As far as he was concerned, the end of the day couldn't come fast enough.

Naomi tried to pay attention during class, but all she could focus on was the sexy lilt in her teacher's voice and the way the muscles in his back rippled every time he turned around to write on the chalkboard. Thankfully, he had shown some small mercies toward her and did not force her to answer questions or share her writing with the class. 

As soon as the bell rang, Naomi nervously dug through her backpack and brought out the writing assignment that had earned her the detention in the first place. She had spent most of Tuesday and Wednesday evening trying to improve the piece in hopes that Mr. Alberts would let her out of her obligation. Naomi nervously approached the front of the classroom where Mr. Alberts was busy setting up for his next class. "Um, Sir?"

Mr. Alberts turned his attention to Naomi as she shuffled uncertainly from one foot to the other in front of his desk. She was the last student in the room so he allowed his eyes to travel the length of her firm, young body. When his gaze finally met her eyes she could see undisguised lust staring back.

"Yes, Naomi?" he said.

"Um, I... I re-wrote the assignment," she stuttered nervously, handing over the paper.

Mr. Alberts gazed in confusion at the paper she was holding out to him. He hadn't asked her to re-write it and his brow furrowed as he took it from her. As he thumbed through the pages it dawned on him where she was going with this. 

"I'm glad to see that you are taking more of an interest in your studies," he began. "We'll go over your corrections this afternoon when you meet me for detention." 

She was nervous and trying to get out of 'finishing' her extra credit work, but Mr. Alberts had gone too far to let that happen. He wanted this girl and he was going to have her no matter how much she improved her study habits. 'Win the Pulitzer prize for all I care,' he thought, 'you'll still be here this afternoon sucking me dry.'

"But I thought if I did better, you would let me...." Naomi trailed off. One glance at the annoyed look on Mr. Alberts' face told her that she was better off dropping the subject. 

"I'll see you after school, Mr. Alberts."

"Yes you will, Naomi," he replied. "I'm looking forward to it. Don't be late." 

Naomi spun around to leave, shoving the paper back into her bag. 'How dare he,' she thought. 'I even re-wrote the assignment. I can't believe I still have detention. This is so unfair! Naomi continued to shoot venomous thoughts at Mr. Alberts throughout the day, unable to concentrate on her other classes.

Finally, she attended her last class of the day.  As the final bell rang, Naomi's heart lurched in her chest and her palms became sweaty and shaky. She slowly loaded all of her books into her pack and then stopped by her locker on her way to the English classroom. With limbs that felt like lead, she climbed the short flight of stairs to Mr. Alberts' classroom where she knocked twice on the door.

Mr. Alberts swung the door open with a beaming smile and waved the girl into the room. She looked like a trapped animal; every muscle in her body was tense. Unfortunately for the nervous 18 year old, this only furthered her teacher's desire.

As she stepped into the classroom he closed and locked the door. Like before, the blinds were closed and she jumped when he turned off all but one bank of lights, plunging the room into twilight. As he walked toward her, Naomi unconsciously backed away until her thighs bumped into his large desk, effectively halting her escape. He stopped inches from her, his hands taking her backpack off her shoulder and setting it on the floor.

"Hello there Naomi," he said as he leaned down and gently kissed her lips while stroking her shoulders to ease some of her tension. He broke the kiss and took a step back. Naomi no longer felt pinned but she was aware that he was still dangerously close to her trembling body. "Now, you wanted to discuss improvements to your work?"

The terrified girl closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "Mr. Alberts, I spent a lot of time on that paper, I thought that if I fixed it up to your standards and you knew that I put a lot of effort into it, then maybe we could just forget this deal, 'cause my grades wouldn't be so bad if you just gave me another chance." She said all of this in one breath, as if afraid she wouldn't be able to get it all out if she stopped.

"Interesting," Mr. Alberts said as he started slowly pacing around the desk. It gave the girl the impression of being stalked by a predator. "And you think that you deserve a second chance to redo an assignment that you didn't take seriously the first time." 

He stopped directly in front of her again. His eyebrows rose as he asked, "And why you? Others in my class have had bad assignments, papers that they actually put effort into and yet still fell short. I am sure they wanted a second chance too. They certainly were more deserving than a little girl who holds this whole class as a useless waste of her time." He stepped close to her again. She had to look up to meet his gaze. "Tell me, Naomi. What have you done to deserve a second chance?"

Naomi felt her throat tighten but was determined not to cry. "I just thought...." She stopped and closed her eyes again. She could feel Mr. Alberts' breath tickling her ear as she tried to formulate a response. "I guess I don't deserve another chance, Mr. Alberts."

He gently reached up and ran the backs of his fingers down her smooth cheek. "Do you want to earn your second chance? Are you ready to earn your A in my class?"

Naomi swore she felt her heart stop when he touched her skin. "I.... I...," she couldn't seem to formulate a coherent thought, let alone a verbal response. Looking up into her teacher's eyes and seeing how much he wanted her was making it impossible to think.

Partly to save her the trouble of responding, and partly because he simply couldn't wait to taste her again, Mr. Alberts leaned down and captured Naomi's mouth with his. The girl's mind had stopped working entirely. She tried to think of a reason why she was here or why she shouldn't be, but nothing came to her. Sighing, she opened her mouth to allow access to her sweet tongue. After a couple of minutes of passionate kissing, Mr. Alberts pulled away and asked again, "Naomi, are you ready to do this?"

The teenager didn't hesitate this time. "Yes, Sir, I think so."

His cock twitched again at the sound of her soft voice acquiescing. Placing his strong arms around her, he pulled the tiny body towards him before continuing to devour her mouth. Naomi could feel her panties dampening. She squirmed a little, unconscious of how sensual she appeared. She began eagerly returning his kisses, and dragging her fingernails up and down his back. Sighing, she melted even further into his body as he kissed down her neck.

Mr. Alberts groaned into Naomi's skin as her fingernails dragged up and down his back. He broke their kiss and took her hands in his. He looked into her hungry eyes and smiled devilishly as together they began to raise his polo. Naomi returned his smile as she got the hint and took over the process of removing his shirt. Then she wrapped her arms around his bare chest and locked her mouth against his once again.

All rational thought fled Naomi's mind as she stood there, wrapped in Mr. Alberts' arms, kissing him as though her life depended on it. She felt that she could stay there forever and moaned in protest as he pulled back after only a few minutes of kissing.

Mr. Albert's gaze dropped to her lovely blue shirt and he quickly began unbuttoning it. "I've been daydreaming about these for two days," he mumbled. He leaned in and kissed her while he pulled the shirt away from her body. Then he once again pulled backwards and reached between her breasts to unclasp her bra. He flattened his hands against her chest and swept aside the undergarment, dragging his palms across her breasts.

Naomi leaned back and sighed at the contact. How was Mr. Alberts able to make her feel so good just by touching her skin? She glanced down at his strong hands cupping her breasts and felt her nipples harden even further. She moaned again as he forcefully pulled her to his body, relishing the skin-on-skin contact. The girl cuddled even further into his naked chest, then returned his previous kisses, raining them all over his upper body.

He leaned her backwards until her back was against the cold wood of the desk. His weight pressed against her, mashing her breasts into him. He parted her legs with one of his own and ground his thigh hard against her cloth covered pussy. Naomi shuddered and let out a slight moan as she wrapped one of her legs up and around his waist. Their tongues fenced wildly as they both began losing themselves in their passions. Without removing his lips from hers, Mr. Alberts began undoing the young girl's pants, sliding his fingers into her panties when he had them open. 'He's moving so fast,' Naomi thought, and she briefly wondered if she should try to pull away. Then Mr. Alberts slipped two fingers into her already wet pussy and she forgot to care that she was lying half naked on her creative writing teacher's desk. She moved against his fingers, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Tentatively, she reached up and began undoing his belt.

Mr. Alberts smiled against Naomi's lips when he felt her hands at his belt. He gently lifted his hips off hers to give the girl more room. It thrilled him that she was giving in to her desire and letting herself enjoy these feelings.

Naomi fumbled with his belt for a moment; a combination of her nervous inexperience and the distraction of his fingers wiggling inside her. Mr. Alberts pressed the heel of his hand hard against Naomi's clit as he slid his fingers around inside her soaking pussy. She broke their kiss with a load moan and arched her back against him. His balls twitched as she pulled his zipper down and snaked her own hand into his trousers.

Her fingertips traced the outline of his dick through his cotton boxers before clutching it. Naomi gently stroked him and she noticed that his shorts were getting wet from his precum. He was kissing her furiously now and he slid his fingers as deeply as they would go but the material of her pants was too restrictive for him to rotate his wrist properly. He was frustrated but to remove her pants he would have to pull away from the tiny hand that was currently driving him insane. As he was agonizing over the dilemma, Naomi slid her hand into the opening of his boxers and found his quivering member. It was his turn to groan aloud as the girl's delicate hand began stroking up and down his shaft. Naomi hadn't had a lot of practice with this sort of thing and she was always intrigued at how hard a boy's penis could be while remaining soft and pliable on the surface.

Naomi drew her palm up and down while using her fingertips to draw light circles on his skin. Mr. Alberts moaned into Naomi's mouth and she grinned to herself, so glad that she could finally have this effect on him!

She played with his head a bit more, and found herself wondering what he tasted like. 'Should I do it?' Naomi thought. 'He did say I'd have to return the favor...' The only problem was she didn't want to move! Mr. Albert's hands were dancing furiously inside her and she was loathe to make him stop.

Mr. Alberts barely managed to stay focused on the time, but he knew that he needed to move things along if he was going to get his blowjob. He grudgingly broke the kiss, looked Naomi in the eyes, and asked, "Do you like that my cock is hard for you, baby?"

Naomi shuddered as she lay underneath him, and made little mewling sounds as he pulled his fingers out of her. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. This girl had him more turned on than he had been in years! He took his fingers and drew them along her cheek, leaving a trail of her scent behind. Naomi continued to play with Mr. Alberts' cock, pulling more and more precum from the sensitive tip. Tentatively, she pulled her fingers to her mouth, tasting him.

Mr. Alberts watched as she licked him off her fingers. That was the last straw for him and he climbed off the desk. He pushed his pants and boxers to the floor and reached a hand out to Naomi who had propped herself up on her elbows. Nervous and excited at the same time, she accepted his hand and slid to her feet. His cock pressed against her exposed belly as he pulled her in for a kiss. Then with a gentle push on her shoulders, he directed her to her knees.

Naomi stared at his cock as it dangled in front of her nose. "I haven't done this very much, Mr. Alberts."

He reached down and stroked her cheek while replying, "Just take it slow and let yourself enjoy it. I promise I'll enjoy those lips of yours, Naomi."

Tentatively, Naomi licked the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum. She pulled back, giggling a little at the taste. She glanced up at Mr. Alberts, as if seeking approval before continuing. "Is this right?" she asked, a little uncertainly.

Mr. Alberts shuddered as this young beauty looked up at him, holding is cock and asking if she was doing it right. His eyes were boiling with passion and his voice was a throaty whisper, "Baby girl that feels so amazing. Please don't stop. I need it."

Naomi opened her mouth even wider, taking as much of him as she possibly could. In her zeal, she took far too much for her inexperience to handle and she started to choke. Mr. Alberts threw his head back in ecstasy as she took him to the back of her throat. He felt her throat muscles contract and wasn't surprised when she gagged. His knees almost buckled when she ran her tongue around his head before trying again with the same results.

Naomi could feel tears spring up in her eyes. She pulled back then and sat back on her heels. "Mr. Alberts, it's just too big! I can't do it..."

He looked down at his sexy student. She was sitting there with tear filled eyes, half naked and telling him that he was too big! His cock twitched at the overwhelming sight and he knew that he was close. He desperately wanted to fill this girl's mouth with cum, but he knew that they were too short on time and that he needed to take it slowly. He needed to mold her. "That's all right baby. I'm so close. Just keep using your hand." Naomi began gently stroking his hard cock again and he groaned, "Yeah just like that. It feels so good."

As Naomi stroked up and down, she had an idea. "Is that how you like it, Mr. Alberts? Do you like it when I do this?"

"Aaahh!" he moaned. She was intentionally driving him crazy with her sensual voice. "Oh yes Naomi. I am so turned on. It all feels so good. Don't stop baby. I'm so close."

"Are you going to cum Mr. Alberts? Are my little hands enough to make you cum?" Naomi started stroking faster, wanting to drive him over the edge. She was enjoying her new found talents immensely.

Her words were too much for him, "Oh YES! I'm cumming!!!" Long white ropes of cum blasted from his penis and splashed against the girl's lovely face.

Naomi gasped, shocked that she had actually made him cum. Not wanting to get more on her face, she angled him away from her, which only caused him to cum all over her exposed breasts. She looked down, amazed that she had actually done that to a man. 

She looked up at Mr. Alberts, who was thrusting into her hand still, and in a moment of inspiration she grinned devilishly up at him, drug her fingers through the cum that soaked her breasts, and sucked it slowly off of her fingers. "Did I do a good job, Mr. Alberts?"

Mr. Alberts groaned as he watched her sensually scoop his cum off her breasts and lick it off her fingers. He couldn't believe how much this girl turned him on. "Naomi you were amazing. I haven't cum so hard in years! You are well on your way to earning that 'A'."

"On my way?" she squeaked. "But I thought..."

He kneeled down and savagely kissed the protesting girl, smearing his cum across both their faces. She quickly began kissing him back, her unsatisfied pussy flooding with her desire for him. "You are the hottest thing I have ever been with, Naomi. But you aren't getting out of this with partial performances." He leaned back and used his finger to clean the cum off both their faces, then he presented it to her like a lollipop. She hesitated for a moment before licking his finger clean. He asked, "Do you like the taste of my cum?"

She looked down, a little embarrassed. "Yes."

"Good, because you aren't going to secure that 'A' until you take a nice long drink from the source."

"But I tried and I couldn't do it!" She looked up at Mr. Alberts, her insecurity evident in those beautiful eyes.

Mr. Alberts was starting to like this girl and his smile reflected that. She was so sweet and eager to please and that vulnerability made him want to protect her. He pulled her into a tight embrace, heedless of the mess he was making as her cum covered chest connected with his own bare skin. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips for a short eternity before reassuring her, "We will go as slow as you need to, Naomi. You can take your time getting comfortable with me and... IT." He grinned down at his new favorite student.




Don't Stand So Close To Me Ch. 02



Naomi sighed into his embrace. How did he make her feel so many emotions in such a short time period? She was still a little scared that they would be caught and her chances to go to college would be ruined, or that her abilities wouldn't be enough to protect her GPA. But then he could be so sweet and he seemed to really care about her feelings too! It was all so overwhelming that Naomi buried her face into his chest until her breathing returned to normal. Mr. Alberts held her to his chest, breathing in her sweet perfume and just enjoying having this lovely creature pressed against him. 

"When do you want me to come by for my next detention, Mr. Alberts?" The man holding her had to strain to hear her, as her words were muffled by his chest.

Her tense whisper caused his heart to skip a beat and he was too stunned to reply right away. 'She's taking the next step without my prompting! This is going very nicely,' he thought.

"I want to make a change from now on Naomi. It's too dangerous to keep meeting here. Neither one of us wants to get caught." He pulled back slightly and Naomi nodded in silent agreement. "I want you to meet me at my house on Saturday."

Naomi's eyes grew wide as she stuttered, "Oh no, Mr. Alberts, oh no, I can't, I can't do that, it's so wrong."

"It's the only way to be sure that this doesn't get out, Naomi," his voice took on an authoritative tone that years of teaching had taught him. "You don't want people to know about this do you?"

"No, Sir. I don't."

"Then you see the need to take this to another location." He got up and pulled his pants back on before grabbing a pen and paper and scribbling his address and phone number on it.

Naomi accepted the paper and looked at it for a second before putting it into her backpack. She swallowed; gathering her courage, then looked her teacher straight in the eye and said, "When will you be expecting me, Mr. Alberts?"

If he hadn't just cum so hard, the man would have sworn that look made his dick twitch.

"Well Naomi," Mr. Alberts said, using his best "teacher voice" to keep his excitement to a minimum, "will you be able to get away on Saturday?"

"My parents are going to visit my sister at her college this weekend, so yes. Is it alright if I come by in the afternoon though? I was supposed to go shopping with some friends in the morning," Naomi asked.

'Oh God, she is asking permission! I have her right where I want her,' Mr. Alberts thought to himself.

Mr. Alberts pulled Naomi close. He could not get enough of this girl! "Yes Naomi, that will be fine," he said, kissing the top of her head.

Naomi sighed and wrapped her arms around Mr. Alberts' waist and squeezed tightly before letting go and gathering up the last of her things.

"I will expect you at 2:00. Remember, it's still a detention, so don't be late."

"Yes, Sir," Naomi responded quietly. She finished buttoning her coat, and then shyly kissed Mr. Alberts on the cheek before hurrying out the door. 



Don't Stand So Close To Me Ch. 03



Mr. Alberts wandered into his kitchen to start a pot of coffee before climbing into the shower. He had an extra bounce in his step as he busied himself around the house, quietly humming a tune. He felt like a boy waiting for Christmas morning. He couldn't believe his amazing luck. All year long Naomi had been a thorn in his side. Constantly bucking his authority, challenging the need for his assignments, the need for his class! Mr. Alberts loved writing and after college he had decided that the most rewarding thing he could do was to help guide and encourage that love in others. That was why he had become a teacher and how he had ended up in this wonderful situation. Oh how he loved writing. 

Naomi was an intelligent girl and a great student. She had a knack for science and mathematics and it was no surprise to him that she was planning on pursuing a career in the medical field. What was surely a surprise to her was that she had a talent for writing as well. Mr. Alberts had recognized it straight off in her earlier assignments. But as the school year progressed and the work became more time consuming, Naomi had put less and less effort into it. It was obvious that she wasn't struggling with the work, she was just not taking it seriously. This was a source of frustration for Mr. Alberts who had a passion for writing and felt like she was openly mocking him with her disdain. When he sentenced her with detention he hadn't known that it was going to go this far. He hadn't really had any plan at all; he just wanted to get back at her for her abhorrent attitude. Not that he was complaining.  

The shower hissed to life and he stripped off his cotton pajama bottoms as he waited for the water to heat up. He nodded his approval at his reflection in the rapidly fogging mirror. Mr. Alberts was a young teacher, 29 years old, and he made a point of staying in shape, although he was beginning to get a little softer in the middle than he would have liked. He was six feet tall with well kept, short, dark hair and a booth induced tan. He climbed into the hot spray and began soaping his body while thinking about the last couple of days.  

He had to admit that it was all a bit of a surprise for him. Naomi was undeniably hot but the reality of seducing her was more than he had expected. Her sweet innocence, her eagerness to please, her ability to allow herself to be swept away was such an aphrodisiac for the older man. He had never been as turned on before in his entire life. As Mr. Alberts thought about the young girl his cock swelled to attention and he began stroking it with his soap covered hand.  

Thrills of pleasure swept up and down his spine as he stroked himself and thought about Naomi's sexy mouth engulfing him. A soft moan escaped his lips as he remembered her telling him that she wasn't good at it. His breathing quickened and his pace increased as he thought about her gagging and telling him it was too big. His orgasm was quickly approaching and he swept his other hand down and began playing with his balls. His thoughts were a jumble of images: her naked body writhing as he sucked on her clit, her soft mouth against his as her cum covered breasts mashed into his chest, and that submissive "Yes, Sir" as she left on Thursday. 

It was that memory that sent him over the edge. He groaned aloud as he sprayed cum along the shower wall. His hand kept pumping as his dick began to soften and he let his knees slowly buckle from the intensity of the orgasm. He sat on the floor of his shower and enjoyed the feel of the hot water as his thoughts remained on the lovely teenager and the fun that they were going to have this afternoon. The rest of his morning seemed to drag on as he worked around his house. 

He was sitting on the front porch reading when Naomi pulled into his drive. He glanced at his watch and noticed it was 1:45 and he smiled. She was early which meant she was either eager or eager to please. He didn't care which. 

As Naomi pulled into Mr. Alberts' drive, her heart briefly stopped in her chest. She shakily got out of her vehicle and glanced up to the porch, seeing Mr. Alberts outside of class for the first time. Her mouth went dry as she noticed his casual dress of slightly frayed jeans, a sexy t-shirt and bare feet. Naomi self-consciously pulled at her denim skirt, hoping that she was attractive enough for him. 

Mr. Alberts smiled and stood up. He casually leaned one arm against a support beam as he waved to the young girl. He saw her smile blossom as she waved back and began walking toward him. She looked sexy, in a tense way. When she reached the porch her footsteps faltered and she looked shyly up at him before glancing away. "You have a nice house, Mr. Alberts," she said. 

"You haven't even had the tour," he replied with a laugh and then opened up the front door and stepped inside with Naomi in tow.  

He led the girl around his house, pointing out various things of interest and making idle conversation. He could tell that Naomi was nervous and he wanted her to relax. Having her here and away from the school gave him the opportunity to teach his favorite student a great many things. They had all afternoon, and he wanted to make the most of it.  

"And finally," he said with a grandiose gesture, "my study. This is my favorite room in the house." He led the girl into a small library. Bookshelves dominated one entire wall and there were two very plush chairs facing a large, comfortable couch in the center. The room was well lit by bay windows and it had a small wet bar opposite the bookshelves. Mr. Alberts gestured toward one of the two chairs and Naomi sat down while he headed over to the bar and uncorked a bottle of wine.  

In between the chairs was a small table with a reading lamp and a paper. As she sat, she noticed that the paper was one of hers from earlier in the school year. Her brow wrinkled in curiosity and she picked it up to thumb through it. 

"I really liked that one," he said from over her shoulder causing her to jump. She looked like a kid with her hand in the cookie jar but his smile eased her tension. She tentatively took the offered glass of wine as he made his way into the other seat. He clinked her glass and toasted, "To the joys of creative writing!" 

Naomi blushed and took a sip of the wine before looking back at the paper with confusion. "Why do you have this here?" 

"I wanted us to talk about your writing, Naomi. I think that you have real talent," he gestured to the paper. "As you might remember I gave you an 'A' on that paper. I did so because I liked what you had done. I was impressed. Naomi looked down and blushed as Mr. Alberts complemented her writing.  

"I know that I have been really hard on you lately and I wanted to apologize for not being clear as to why." She squirmed a little as he explained, feeling guilty for acting like such a child in his class. 

He took the paper from her hand and opened it up to show here some of his comments. "When I read this I saw real potential in your work and I was eager to see your skills blossom. As the class progressed I became frustrated at your cavalier attitude and rather than teach, I punished." 

"Do you really think that I can be a good writer too, Mr. Alberts?"  

"Of course you can, Naomi! You already have talent, you just have to learn how to use it. Do you think I learned how to write overnight?" 

Under the weight of Mr. Alberts' beaming smile Naomi couldn't help but grin back. Once the ice was broken, the two of them fell into an easy conversation as they sat and drank their wine. He told her about his college days and why he loved writing so much. He told her of his time teaching in Europe and how he couldn't wait to get back. The two of them were laughing and enjoying themselves and before she knew it, Naomi was starting her third glass of wine. 

Naomi didn't know if it was the alcohol, but as Mr. Alberts talked she found it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on what he was saying. Her mind kept straying back to her last two detentions and she was surprised when she interrupted Mr. Alberts' story with a giggle. 

He faltered as the girl giggled and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a wry grin. "What's so funny?" 

Naomi instantly blushed and tried to come up with a reasonable excuse.

"I was just thinking, is all," she responded, eyes glittering. Mr. Alberts grinned back at the girl 

Naomi turned serious then, and slowly asked, "Uhm, Sir? I wanted to ask you something..." 

There was that 'Sir' again, causing Mr. Alberts' cock to rise. "You can ask me anything, Naomi." 

"You see, I just was wondering, and you don't have to tell me, but I was hoping you could, uhm, what's your first name?" 

He laughed loudly and a huge smile split his face. He stood up and grabbed Naomi's hands pulling her to her feet and into his arms. He kissed her hard on the mouth and the young girl melted against his chest. When he broke the kiss he put his lips next to her ear and whispered, "Erik." 

"Erik Alberts. That's a sexy name," Naomi whispered back, then made a move to resume kissing him. 

He smiled as he kissed her before sliding his tongue into her mouth. The two of them stood there, bodies pressed together for a few minutes before Erik began backing up. He lifted Naomi off the ground and she shrieked as he fell backward onto the couch pulling her over with him. Her yelp turned into a laugh as the two bounced for a moment. Erik's lips quickly found hers again as his hands began roaming her body over her clothes. 

Naomi passionately returned his kisses as she ground her tiny body into her teacher. She felt like she could not get close enough! As the intensity of their kissing increased, Naomi could feel her panties getting wet. 

She wanted to see Mr. Alberts', no, Erik's muscular chest again, so she reluctantly pulled away and sat up. She stared hungrily for a moment before running her hands down his chest to the hem of the shirt. 

Naomi quickly removed the garment then resumed kissing him, writhing against his warm skin. 

His hands traveled down her body and onto the bare skin of her upper thighs. He slid them up underneath her skirt and grabbed her ass over her panties, pulling her hips tight against his hard dick.  

Erik slid his fingers inside her panties so he could feel the smooth skin of her perfect behind. She moaned into his mouth as she felt the heat of his fingertips against her skin. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her thighs but couldn't get them off from his current position. He grunted in frustration and then pushed himself into a sitting position without breaking their kiss. He then quickly shifted his weight and Naomi fell backward onto the soft couch. She grinned up at him and raised her hips as he stripped her panties off and tossed them over his shoulder before leaning back into her arms. He groaned into her mouth as she dragged her fingernails across his naked back and he ground into her bare pussy. 

Naomi loved feeling the full weight of a man on top of her. She moaned into Erik's mouth as he pressed his body closer to hers. Wanting to feel the warmth of skin-on-skin contact, Naomi reached down and slowly started to work the layered tank tops she was wearing off her small, tanned body. 

Erik pushed himself up so that he could watch her take off her shirt. He had never thought a girl removing her shirt could be so erotic before watching this girl, who at the start of the week had HATED him, take off her own shirt without prompting because she wanted to be naked with him. It was a testament to his willpower that he didn't cum right then and there. 

When she finished with the shirt she unhooked the bra and quickly discarded it so he could mash his bare chest into her young breasts. 

Naomi didn't know if it was the wine or that fact that she was in Erik's house, but she felt less hesitant and ready to make a couple of moves on her own. As Erik pressed his chest against her hard nipples, Naomi allowed her hands to roam down his back and dip into the waist of his jeans. She lightly drew her fingertips up and down his tight ass, pulling him closer to her dripping pussy. 

He moaned and pushed his hips harder into her naked pussy. This girl was amazing! He had never been so turned on or felt as alive as he did when he was touching her. The contact was electric and he couldn't get enough. 

His whole body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and he couldn't catch his breath. He was losing himself in this girl and he loved it. 

He pulled back and his hands flew to his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and sliding them off. 

Naomi smiled as she watched Erik undress. She sat up and grabbed his hands after he tossed his jeans aside, before he could remove his boxer shorts. She looked up at him and reached toward his cock. Naomi gently traced the outline of his dick through the cotton, and started pulling on him the way she had in the classroom on Thursday. She grinned as she saw Erik's eyes roll back as he gave himself over to the pleasure induced by her hands. 

His knees wanted to buckle from the sensation of the young girl's hand working his erection through his boxers. After a moment she stopped stroking him and it was her turn to pull his underwear off. As he stepped out of his boxers, she leaned back and began removing her skirt. She was on her back and her legs were pressed together and in the air as she worked the garment over them. Erik had a clear view of her naked, hairless pussy and he was suddenly overcome with a desire to taste her. Naomi had just fished her feet out of the skirt when she was surprised by his hands forcing her legs apart so he could drive his tongue into her waiting cunt.  

"Oh YES!" she shouted. 

Erik was a man possessed. He lapped at her pussy, licking every inch that he could reach. He used his nose to rub her clit as his tongue acted like a tiny red prick inside her gripping tunnel. She began to squirm her hips and he clamped his hands down on either side of her to pin her against his face. Naomi was moaning aloud and she used her own hands to pinch her nipples as she arched her back in ecstasy. 

Naomi couldn't get enough of the tongue inside her. The walls of her pussy tightened as her first orgasm ripped through her body, but Erik wasn't going to stop. Naomi kept bucking against his face, and she wanted more. She needed more. She needed to be filled by more than a tongue or fingers. She tightened the hold she had on his head, and pulled him up so that he was all the way on top of her. She looked into his eyes, and pleaded, "I want to feel you inside me." 

Erik's heart skipped a beat as she asked him to take her virginity. "Are you sure," he croaked, praying to God that she wouldn't change her mind. Never in his life had he wanted to be inside of a woman as much as he wanted to now. 

Naomi's eyes were locked with his as she slowly nodded. 

"Are you sure?" he asked again. 

"Yes." 

It was the barest whisper but the sound rang in his ears like a gong. A shiver passed through him as he reached between their bodies and positioned himself against her soaked lips. He gently dragged the head along her slit to get it wet before pushing slowly into her. 

He locked his lips against hers and the two of them shared muffled groans as he tenderly entered her with an agonizingly slow pace. "Naomi, baby! You feel so good. You are so tight. Oh God!"  

His pelvic bone finally reached hers and she wrapped her legs and arms tightly around his body.  She sighed and buried her face into his neck as, for a moment, they just held each other.  

Naomi gasped a little as Erik slowly moved inside her. It stung a little but she was so overwhelmed by the feelings of intimacy that she hardly noticed. She unconsciously moved her body in time with his as he started gently thrusting.  

He kept his pace slow and careful as he slid in and out of the girl's tight pussy. His eyes were closed and he was kissing her with abandon. He moaned deep in his throat at every twitch of her tight muscles around his throbbing member. Her nipples dragged against his chest. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat as he continued enjoying this beautiful girl. 

The girl's pussy was crushing his cock in a burning furnace. He could feel his orgasm building even as he struggled to hold it off. He sawed harder into her as he reveled at the sensations this girl was giving him. Erik wasn't going to last much longer and he voiced his thoughts to the gyrating girl, "Naomi! Ungh, I don't want it to end." 

"Oh please, Mr. Alberts! It feels so good, don't stop...MMMMMM! Erik, don't stop!"

Her words were too much for him and with a cry mixed of ecstasy and despair, Erik jerked his cock free of her pussy. He pressed it tight to her firm stomach and covered her abdomen with cum. He stifled her cry of protest by kissing her hard on the mouth, moaning into her tongue as he ground his slippery cock against her. Erik felt like he came for an eternity as he rose to his shaky knees. Erik smiled as he gazed down at his beautiful student. She was flushed and sweaty, eyes filled with passion and lust. Legs spread with her swollen pussy still on display. Her young body was covered in his cum from the bottoms of her breasts to her navel and the white semen was a remarkable contrast against her tanned skin.  

"Naomi, that was... amazing." The girl was still staring up at him, with an almost surprised look on her face. She hadn't realized she'd be able to bring her teacher this much pleasure when the whole thing started. Erik rocked back and sat down on the couch at Naomi's feet. He didn't think his knees would be able to support him for awhile. 

Naomi was beginning to blush under Erik's gaze, but she didn't want to move. She could hardly believe that she'd just had sex. She smiled to herself, thinking that her older sister was right; sex truly was amazing.  

Erik found that he couldn't stop staring at Naomi. He wanted to lay next to her and hold her, but he found himself wondering how much farther he dared push her.  Slowly, Erik rose and procured a towel from the bar, bringing it to Naomi so she could clean herself off. 

"Thanks," said Naomi, softly, as she accepted the towel. As she wiped off his cum, Erik wondered if it was possible for the girl to look more erotic. Naomi finished cleaning herself off and slyly tasted a bit of Erik. Although it couldn't have been possible, Erik swore his cock twitched. 

"So, uh, when is my next detention?" Yes, it's definitely possible for her to be more erotic, Erik thought.  

Erik had to cough to hide his surprise before asking, "I'm not sure what you mean, Naomi. You've proven to me that you have taken your 'extra credit' assignment very seriously. You've earned that A." 

"But I thought I had to blow you first?" 

"Naomi, Sweetheart, you don't need to serve any more detentions with me. "  

"Oh," responded the girl, looking down. Erik's cock definitely twitched that time, though he had no idea how. She actually seemed disappointed! 

"What if I want to?" 

Erik froze. He hadn't counted on Naomi becoming so willing to please him. He would have to tread very carefully to avoid hurting her.  

"Are you sure, Naomi?" 

"Yes, Sir." Naomi looked her teacher directly in the eye. "I'm positive." 

"Well," began Erik, "Uh, why don't you think about it for a day or so then come by after class on Tuesday?" 

"Sure!" Naomi responded, with a grin. 'Good, that'll give me some time to figure out a way out of this,' thought Erik, with an inward sigh of relief.



Don't Stand So Close To Me Ch. 04



Erik took a deep breath as he hung up the phone with Naomi. She had just called to inform him that her leadership meeting had been canceled and ask if she could come by, to which he agreed with enthusiasm. 

The truth was that Erik was nervous. His last attempt to dissuade her from continuing their affair hadn't gone as planned. He knew that he needed to take a hard stand and end it before things blew up in his face, but he hated seeing her cry. There was also that fact that he wasn't confident he could resist her should she seriously pour on the charm. Erik hoped he was ready, but either way, all he could do now was wait. 

Naomi smiled to herself as she snapped her cell phone shut. She knew that Mr. Alberts wouldn't be able to resist her. Naomi had carefully prepared herself this morning before leaving the house so that her teacher would be unable to ignore her. She'd known since Wednesday evening that the Thursday meeting would be canceled, and she wanted to look her absolute best. 

The teen glanced down at her outfit, sure that she'd outdone herself. Before calling Mr. Alberts, she'd changed into tiny denim shorts that hugged her perfect ass. The white tank top she wore stood out starkly against her tan skin and barely hid the red bra she wore underneath. She couldn't wait to see her English teacher's face when he glimpsed the matching red panties.

Although Naomi originally felt confident that Mr. Alberts wouldn't reject her this time, she found that she was growing more and more nervous as she drove towards his house. She knew she'd have to perform well if she was to convince Mr. Alberts she was worth the risk.

Naomi hadn't planned on falling for her teacher when he first suggested the 'extra-credit project.' She figured it was a good way to get some real experience before leaving for college. Even though she'd been terrified in the beginning, she found that she enjoyed her detentions with Mr. Alberts immensely. 'I'm not ready for this to be over,' thought Naomi.  As the girl pulled her car into the driveway of Erik's house, she breathed deeply in an effort to calm her shaking hands and pounding heart. "Come on, Naomi," she said aloud to herself. "You can do this."    Erik jumped out of his seat at the sound of her car pulling into the driveway and practically ran to the front door. He stopped himself and counted to ten as he reached for the doorknob. He needed to relax if he was going to maintain control here. 

A soft knock came from the door and he plastered on his best smile as he opened it. "Hello, Nao..." he began. His words caught in his throat as the gazed openly up and down the girl's beautiful body. Head to toe she was stunning and he stood there, open mouthed and speechless. When he found his voice again it was low and raspy with his desire. "Hello," Erik cleared his throat, "Hello Naomi. Please come in." 

Naomi's heart nearly stopped when she heard Erik say her name. Every hint of anger flowed out of her body as she relaxed in his presence. "Hi Mr. Al-, I mean, Erik," she responded, softly. "It's good to see you again." 

Erik had no idea how this girl could affect him so deeply, but as she stood on his front porch, alternating between staring at the ground and glancing at him, his cock hardened and his arms ached to hold her. "Please, come in," Erik said, as he held the door open for her.  

As soon as the door was closed, Naomi gushed, "Thank you for having me over, Erik! I've been getting ready for this. I've been thinking of you since last Saturday..." Naomi trailed off as Erik placed his hand on her arm and led her to the study without really looking at her.  

"Naomi, baby, we need to talk."  

"But... but I thought..." 

"Sweetheart," Erik began, as he sat down on his leather sofa and then stopped as he struggled to find the words. It had been less than a week since Naomi had writhed naked beneath him, covered in his cum, on this very couch.  

"Oh please, Erik. Can't we just be together tonight? Please, Mr. Alberts?" 

"Naomi," Erik tried again, "this really has to stop. I have loved every minute of this, but we can't continue. I could be fired, and you could lose your scholarship..." 

Tears stung Naomi's eyes. She knew he was right, but she was not ready to give this up. Sex with Erik had been amazing and she needed to experience him again. She looked at her teacher and tried to explain how she felt. 

"I know, Erik, I know," she said, amazed that her voice was steady even though tears slowly fell. "But I can't... I don't want to... I need this!" 

Erik slowly reached out to his student and pulled her into his arms, settling her tiny body onto his lap.  

"Naomi, love, I want this, too. You... you are fantastic! I love your body." The girl smiled. "And your mind," Erik added, almost as an afterthought. "But no. No, Naomi, we can't continue seeing each other. When you leave here tonight, we have to go back to being teacher and student." 

Naomi wiggled her ass against Erik's hard cock. "But won't you miss me?" 

Erik groaned. He knew Naomi was smart, and he had worried she would try to manipulate him with her body. Of course, it was working. 

"Oh God, Naomi," Erik muttered into her hair. Naomi twisted her head around until her face was inches from Erik's. She looked into his eyes and saw no resolve, only pure lust. Knowing that he was powerless to resist her, she pressed her lips to his. 

Erik moaned into the kiss, readily opening his mouth to accept her probing tongue. Naomi nibbled on his lower lip and massaged his tongue with hers and she deepened this kiss, almost as if she was determined to pull every last ounce of resistance away from Erik.  

Erik couldn't think. Something about Naomi captured his attention so completely that he couldn't think when he was around her. Before he knew it, he was lying on his back, holding Naomi tightly and kissing her as if his life depended on it. 

"Naomi, mmmm," Erik moaned into her mouth. "We have to stop. We can't keep doing this," he murmured in between kisses.

Naomi responded by kissing him harder. She ground her little body into Erik's hard cock, determined to make him forget about leaving her.  

She smiled to herself as she felt Erik loose his grip on the situation. Naomi knew that she needed to please Erik like never before if she was going to have a chance of sleeping with him again.

Erik didn't know what had come over him, but he did know that he never wanted to stop kissing Naomi. He desperately tried to remember why he wasn't supposed to be doing this, and failed to find a reason. With a cry of pleasure, he thrust his tongue deep into Naomi's mouth. As he grabbed her tight ass and pulled her closer, Naomi grinned. 'Victory', she thought.

"Oh Erik, I've missed you," sighed Naomi, as she kissed down his neck and ground against his hard cock. 

"Oh God, oh Naomi..." 

Erik was startled to realize that somehow Naomi had unzipped his jeans and worked them partly off. The cool air on his cock had jolted him back to reality only briefly before Naomi clasped it in her warm hands.  

"Do you like this? Do you like this, Mr. Alberts?" 

Erik's cock jerked. She was deliberately reminding him how wrong this was, and how right it felt.  

"Don't stop Naomi," he cried, thrusting into her hands.  

Naomi sat back and wrapped his cock in both hands, and slowly started pumping up and down. "I've been waiting for you to let me blow you. I can do it now, I know I can. I am going to take you into my mouth and taste your cum..." 

Her words were too much for Erik, and without thinking he reached a hand up to the back of her head, and forced her mouth down onto his cock. As her wet mouth enveloped his raging hard dick, Erik almost came.  

"Naomi, baby, please," Erik gasped, realizing that he sounded like an eighteen-year-old himself but not caring.  

Slowly, Naomi traced her tongue in light circles around his head and then increased the pressure as she pulled her tongue down the shaft of his cock.  

"Oh... Oh God..." 

Naomi could feel her pussy twitching as Erik moaned in ecstasy, but she kept focused on her task. Careful to keep her teeth off of her teacher's delicate skin, she pulled her lips tight around his cock as she sucked, slowly moving her head up and down.  

She held her tongue flat, and with just the right amount of pressure she teased the underside of his cock. Naomi pulled her tongue up Erik's dick, milking him. She caught just the tip in between her lips as his cock was about to spill free of her mouth and massaged the sensitive ridge with the tip of her tongue.  

Erik had no idea how this girl had learned to give head, but he didn't care. The only coherent thought in his mind was that he would soon be coating his lovely student's face with his cum. He gently played with Naomi's hair as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth.  

Naomi moaned, and the vibrations caused Erik to jerk inside her mouth.  He reached down and cupped his heavy balls with his free hand, knowing that he was going to cum soon. 

"Naomi, please, oh God, Naomi, baby..." 

Naomi felt Erik's cock twitching and knew he was about to cum. She increased her pace as she tried to prepare herself but he came too quickly. The girl swallowed as fast as she could, knowing that most of it was dripping down her face. She lapped at his cock, desperately trying to taste every last bit of Erik.  

Erik couldn't move. He'd never been so satisfied in his entire life. How could a girl of such little experience please him so well?  

Naomi kneeled beside her teacher on the couch, his cum still dripping off her chin. "Did you like it, Erik?" 

Erik groaned. He wanted to remember this moment forever. Naomi had the perfect mix of innocent uncertainty and satisfaction on her beautiful, young face. 

He awkwardly sat up while stuffing his softening penis back into his pants. His gaze drifted over the cum that coated her face before settling on her expectant eyes. His eyes closed and he let out a long sigh as the shook his head before saying, "Naomi that was amazing. You thrill me like no other woman I've met. I don't know how you managed such a marked improvement since the last time, but...WOW." 

Erik stood up and crossed the room to his wet bar. He handed Naomi a towel so she could clean herself up and opened a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses. When she was finished freshening up, he handed her a glass and took a seat across from the couch. 

He looked at her puzzled expression with sad but determined eyes and began bluntly, "We have to stop this. It's too dangerous. For both of us. You are my student and it was wrong of me to have ever started this, or to have let it come this far. I love spending time with you. I'll miss it too, but it's over." Erik said these last two sentences while staring at the floor.  

Naomi felt like she'd been slapped. She could still taste her teacher on her lips, and he was breaking up with her? Tears stung at her eyes, but she blinked them back, determined to see this through  "I... I don't understand. You can't just end it!" 

"Naomi, please. We really can't." 

"It's not fair, Mr. Alberts. It's just not fair! I did everything you asked, and you're just going to leave me?" 

"I shouldn't have let you come over here tonight. It was a mistake but I was... weak. I'm sorry." Erik spit out the last few words quickly, as if they burned his tongue. 

Naomi took a deep breath, strengthening her resolve. One tear slipped down her cheek as she steadied herself, trying to keep her mind from reeling. "So you're just ending it now? After you got what you wanted? After you fucked your virgin student?"

"Naomi, please. It wasn't like that..."

"Then what was it like, Mr. Alberts? Is the thrill gone now? Or will you fuck me again if I'm no longer your student?"

"Naomi, I can't switch you into another class. It wouldn't look right. And your writing has improved so much lately..." 

"No!" Naomi practically yelled. "That's not what I mean," she continued more quietly, and with less anger. "What if we stopped seeing each other until I graduated?"  

Naomi stared into Erik's eyes, and he shivered at the amount of passion and conviction he saw there.  

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Naomi." 

"But why not? I won't be your student, I'm 18. You can't get into trouble. I won't tell anyone. Please Mr. Alberts. Erik, please." 

Naomi held her voice steady, free of tears and emotion as she begged her teacher not to leave her.  "I just want to have another night with you," she finished, quietly. 

"Will one more night be enough? We have to end it sometime, Naomi. I really can't date you." 

"I know, silly!" Naomi responded, her voice taking on some of its usual sparkle, now that she thought Erik wasn't going to leave her. 

"Naomi, I'm sorry. I don't know how to tell you this, but I won't be here this summer. I've been accepted into a program to teach English all summer in Italy." 

Naomi drew in a sharp breath that she felt like she couldn't expel. "Oh," was all she managed to say. 

"It's not your fault Sweetie! I applied for this before we started this whole thing. I've applied in the past and never gotten in," Erik rushed on. 

Naomi stared at Erik for a few moments before launching herself onto her teacher's lap, kissing him with every ounce of love and passion she possessed.   "Naomi, darling, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry this has to end," he murmured between kisses. 

"Please Erik, please," Naomi begged, as she continued to kiss him.  

"Oh God, baby," Erik moaned, amazed that his cock was hardening again.  

"Can we please do this again? I need it." 

The agony in her voice snapped Erik back to the present. "Naomi..." 

The young woman pulled back and stared at her teacher.  Erik's heart clenched for the first time since sleeping with Naomi. He didn't know what made him say it, but he heard himself agreeing to dinner with Naomi. 

"But only after you've graduated. We'll not be alone until then. Is that understood?" 

"Yes, Sir."



Don't Stand So Close To Me Ch. 05



Naomi's hands shook as she fastened the pearl necklace her parents gave her for graduation. Even though she'd already been with Erik once, she was so nervous. The last time it had just happened, before she could think about it. As she pulled on her seamed stockings and straightened the small straps of her black dress, she was plagued by serious doubts. 

What if she only felt more attached afterwards? Naomi was absolutely terrified to say good-bye to Erik for the last time. Still, she felt drawn to her teacher. She couldn't wait to be near him again. Her pussy twitched and her knees buckled as she remembered the scent and taste of him on her lips. 

Naomi almost stumbled in her heels as she walked out to her car. She was lucky that her parents were out of town again and that she could have the entire night alone with Erik. As Naomi settled herself into the driver's seat, she took a few deep breaths. 

"It's just Erik," Naomi chided herself. The young woman's thoughts lingered on Erik's body, and how strong his arms felt. She felt utterly helpless when he held her tightly against his chest. Naomi giggled in anticipation as she felt her panties dampen, and her stomach fluttered with nerves. 

It took every ounce of determination to continue on as Naomi drove closer to Erik's house. She had no idea what to expect when she arrived, she only knew that Erik told her to be ready for a nice dinner when she had called three days earlier. Would he actually take her somewhere, in public? Or would they stay at his house? And most importantly, would Erik let her fuck him? Naomi shivered at the thought, not really knowing what she would do in any of those situations. 

The truth was that Naomi was feeling almost as anxious now as she had during her first detention. Enough time had passed that she no longer felt consumed by her teacher whenever she thought of him or walked into his classroom, and she felt naughty for wanting this last "date." 

'You asked for this,' the girl thought to herself as she pulled into Erik's driveway. Naomi took a moment to regain her composure. Then with poise and grace she approached her teacher's house for the last time. 

The smell of dinner permeated Erik's house as he finished setting his dining room table in preparation for Naomi's arrival. It had been many weeks since she had last been over and it surprised him how anxious he was to see her. Erik had spent most of the afternoon preparing a fabulous meal and now that it was done he hurried upstairs to finish getting ready. 

'Just relax, everything is going to be perfect,' he thought to himself. Erik had initially been concerned about this evening. He was worried that Naomi might become emotional and inconsolable when it was time for her to go. He had a real soft spot for his favorite student and when she started crying he found his resolve to be less than steel. His nervousness at the prospect of this goodbye dinner had faded substantially over the intervening months since their last encounter. It was replaced by that burning hunger young Naomi inspired in her creative writing teacher. 

For weeks their only contact was at school in class. Erik had watched her everyday; laughing with her friends; sitting there in her desk listening innocently to his lectures; going about her life as if nothing had ever happened between them. It was driving him crazy! She looked so sexy in her stylish clothes. Erik found himself daydreaming of the contours of her body; remembering her tanned skin, concealed just below the surface of her clothes. As the weeks dragged on, Mr. Alberts' lust grew to the point where he felt consumed by it. 

Naomi had called him three days ago to confirm that they were still on for dinner and had told him that her parents were out of town for the weekend. Erik had instructed her to prepare for a nice dinner and told her to come to his house without a moments pause. He couldn't wait to have her writhing beneath him again and the plus that her parents were out of town meant that he wouldn't have to worry about stopping until his lust was fully satisfied. He was so turned on by Naomi that he no longer cared about the emotional fallout that was sure to follow. He needed her and by night's end he would have her. 

Naomi arrived on time in a classically sexy black dress and nervously rang Mr. Alberts' doorbell. When he opened the door he was struck by her beauty and he freely allowed his smoldering eyes to wander the length of her form before meeting her eyes and smiling. Naomi could see the unmasked desire on his face as he stepped back and gestured towards her. "Hello Naomi," he said, "Please, come in." 

He led her directly to the table and immediately served dinner. As the two of them ate dinner they carried on a pleasant conversation. Naomi asked about his trip to Italy and Erik told her about his previous trip to Europe and described what it was like abroad. When they were finished, Erik led Naomi to his study with a bottle of wine telling her he could clear the table later. He poured her a small glass, not wanting her too drunk for the night's fun, and they sat close together on his comfortable couch and he asked her about college and her plans for the fall. 

For the next fifteen minutes, Naomi talked about her plans for moving and how much she was both excited and scared at the same time. Suddenly, she noticed that Erik didn't seem to be listening to her anymore. His breathing was heavy and his eyes had this fiery look to them and he appeared to be just watching Naomi's lips move. When, distracted by the realization, she stumbled on her words and stuttered, Erik leaned in with a little groan and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Naomi was stunned and breathless at the force of the kiss. For a few moments her eyes remained open and wide as her teacher pressed his large body against her tiny form. As his arms circled her, her eyelids fluttered closed and she gave in to the sensations Erik's lips were causing throughout her body.

Erik pulled the girl into his embrace and his hands roamed up and down her back as his tongue penetrated her mouth. Naomi moaned as Erik's right hand slid down to her hip and squeezed. He broke their kiss and began licking and nibbling just beneath her jaw along her neck as she panted to catch her breath. His hands came together against her clavicles and spread apart. The light touch sent chills down her spine as he pulled the strap from her shoulders. His hands continued to pull the dress down her front as his lips trailed lower. He exposed her breasts to the open air and immediately began licking and sucking the globes while Naomi gasped and ran her fingers into his hair. She stuck her chest out and pulled his head close as her bottom began to grind into the couch. Her panties were soaked and Erik's urgency was driving her mad. 

He twisted her body so her back was no longer supported by the couch and he leaned across her. She fell back prone with his weight on top of her and he brought his lips back to hers as he forced one of his thighs between her legs. Her dress rode up until his slacks were touching her soaked satin panties, grinding into her mound which elicited a sharp gasp from the young girl. She couldn't catch her breath and she could sense his animalistic need as he kissed her. His hands roamed everywhere, pinching her nipples before sliding between their bodies and teasing her clit through her panties. 

Erik suddenly lifted himself off her and she felt strangely light with his weight gone. With a growl he slid down her body and spread her thighs wide. His mouth replaced his thigh and he pulled her panties aside before pressing his face against her wet, hairless pussy. Naomi moaned loudly as Erik's tongue entered her. His strong hands held her hips and pinned them against his face and her own hands came up to pull at her nipples. She ground her pelvic bone against his nose as squirmed as he used his tongue like a small red penis. Her stocking covered thighs captured his head as he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. 

"Oh YES!" she shouted. "It feels so good Mr. Alberts! Don't stop, please god don't stop"

If Erik heard her or even understood her, he gave no indication. He was possessed. He was consumed by his desire for this girl. She tasted better than anything he had ever had in his mouth. He licked and slurped as if he was dying of thirst. He gently nibbled on her clit and was thrilled when her hips jumped off the couch and into his face. Her orgasm surprised them both. She let out a loud yell as every muscle in her body went rigid. Her hands pulled his face tightly against her. His nose was pressed against her hairless mound and his chin was pressing into her opening. Erik couldn't breath with her thighs closed around his head but he made no move to get up. He just kept licking up the flood of juices she suddenly poured forth. After a few moments she collapsed into the soft sofa. Her eyes were closed; the wonderful dress was pulled below her breasts and bunched at her waste. Her panties remained off to one side of her swollen, glistening lips. Erik rose up and began unzipping his pants. He pulled out his hard cock and leaned over the panting girl. Her eyes flew open as she felt the soft head of his penis against her lips. She saw him towering over her, his face twisted with need and covered in her juices. She opened her mouth wide and took him inside as he let out a low moan. 

His hips began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue worked all around his shaft as he fucked her face. He was grunting with each thrust, pushing deep into her mouth. A couple of times he struck the back of her throat, causing her to gag, but she was so swept away by his passion that she didn't care. She was overwhelmed by desire and all she cared about was getting him off; feeling his cum splashing the back of her throat. She began moaning against his cock and she twisted her body so she could run her hands along his thighs and ass. She worked his pants and underwear down his legs and began dragging her fingernails along his skin. That did the trick.

"Aaagghh!" he shouted as his cock jerked in her mouth. Moments later she was practically choking as her mouth was filled with his salty fluid. She gurgled happily and rapidly swallowed without losing a drop. She pulled her head back and captured the head between her lips, gently sucking which caused his knees to shake and then buckle completely. He let himself fall all the way to the floor in front of her and caught his breath.

Naomi giggled and said, "Wow, that was kinda hot."

Panting, Erik looked at her with a slight grin and said, "Just you wait."

He stood up and stepped free of his pants, then scooped her up and carried her upstairs taking the steps two at a time. Naomi squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She loved the way he carried her as if she weighed nothing and being tucked against his strong chest made her feel safe. When they reached his bedroom, Erik tossed Naomi onto his black satin sheets. The girl landed with a sharp cry of surprise and bounced several times while Erik peeled out of the rest of his clothes. Erik's shirt was still in the air when he stepped to the bed, grabbed Naomi by an ankle and pulled her across the sheets until her ass was almost off the bed. 

His eyes shown with an animal need as he yanked her panties down her legs. Erik lifted her with one arm under her lower back and pulled the tight dress over her head before tossing it into the darkness of a corner. Unceremoniously, he released her torso and let her fall back onto the bed as he grabbed her legs. 

Erik had never been so rough with her in their previous encounters, but rather than be scared by the behavior, Naomi found herself incredibly wet. She could almost taste his need! She couldn't help but be swept away by it. 

Erik took hold of both of her shapely calves and pushed them backwards, extending her tanned legs straight over the top of her body above her breasts. Her hips and ass rolled upward, pointing toward the hard tool that loomed mere inches above. Without using his hands, Erik managed to find Naomi's wet opening and in one hard thrust, buried himself to the hilt inside her.

"UUNNNGGGGHHHH!" she grunted in mixed shock and pain as he bottomed out in her tight hole. She had never had anything this deep inside her before and was completely unprepared for the savage way he was attacking her inexperienced pussy. Erik pulled out of her almost all the way before ramming back into her, setting up a fast and powerful rhythm. He fucked down into her body with abandon while holding her legs back.

"OH! Oh god!" Naomi moaned as the sensation of being ravaged became more and more pleasurable. "Oh yes, Sir! Oh it feels so good. Don't stop. Don't stop fucking me!!"

If Erik heard or understood her he gave no indication. His whole body was covered in sweat from the exertion. He was no longer aware of his surroundings. His whole mind seemed to have shut down. His focus had narrowed so that the only thing he knew was the feeling of Naomi's hot, tight pussy clamping down around his cock as it jack hammered inside her. Her moans fell on deaf ears as he frantically rammed himself as deep as humanly possible before retreating to the limits of his length and penetrating her again. 

Time lost all meaning to the both of them as he tirelessly fucked his gorgeous former student. When Naomi's orgasm took her, it came with such force that her back arched up off the bed and stars exploded behind her eyes. Her fingernails tore holes in his bed sheets and she screamed in ecstasy.

"Oh oh OH! AAAAHHHHH!!!" Naomi yelled! "Oh please YES!!" Her throat was hoarse from the force of her scream. 

Her loud cry was enough to snap Erik back to his senses and he slowed to a stop inside her. He let go of her legs and they fell limply to the bed. Naomi lay beneath him, her hips still gyrating slowly and a satisfied smile on her pretty lips. Her eyes remained closed until she felt Erik's still hard cock pull completely free of her tunnel. She opened her mouth to protest when she saw him gesture to his wet pole. She knew instantly what he wanted and she sat up with a playful smile and took hold of his erection at the base. 

"I will suck on it for you, Mr. Alberts," Naomi began in her best little girl voice, "but I want you inside me again. Please don't cum in my mouth, Sir! I need you to fuck me again." And with a wink she took him all the way to the back of her throat. She loved the taste of her orgasm mingled with his own precum and sweat. She greedily cleaned every inch of his cock. Naomi was so carried away that she was startled when Erik suddenly pulled her sharply away from his twitching dick. The head was swollen and the whole thing was jumping around on its own. She realized that he was about to cum and fully expected to be blasted by sticky white ropes in mere moments, but none came. 

Erik's brow was crinkled in concentration and every muscle in his body was tense as he fought off the impending orgasm. After a few moments he had regained control of himself and was able to let out a shaky breath before opening his eyes and looking down at Naomi, who from the looks of it was thoroughly amused watching him.

Erik couldn't help but grin at her as he slid into bed. He pulled her naked body against his and began kissing her. The two lovers lay together, their sweat coated bodies sliding together as they passionately kissed. Every inch of their skin was electrified as they squirmed in each other's embrace. Erik rolled on top of her and her tiny hand guided his penis back into her depths. She sighed into his mouth as he eased into her again. 

This time was slower and much more intimate. Her nipples were hard points against his chest as they found a rhythm together. He slid in and out of her tight pussy while her hips rose to meet his thrusts. They were both moaning from the back of their throats as their kiss continued. 

More and more, their passion built as they continued to enjoy each other's bodies. The pleasure was intense; their breathing was labored as she wrapped her toned legs around his waist. Erik broke their kiss and began exploring her neck with his teeth and lips.

"Oh yes, Erik!" she moaned, "Oh it all feels so good. You are going to make me cum again. I'm so close."

Erik was close too and with a disappointed grunt he began backing his cock out of her furnace, but she tightened her thighs around him so that he couldn't pull out. "Naomi, what are you doing, I'm going to cum!"

"Inside me!" she panted, "I'm on the pill. Please! I want to feel it inside!" Her fingernails dug into his ass like spurs and he slid back inside her. It was all too much for Erik and he ground his pelvic bone tightly against her clit as he cried out with his own orgasm

"Oh fuck, Naomi!! ArrrrggGGGHHHH!" he shouted. His cock began twitching like a machine gun. Cum splashed inside Naomi over and over again. As soon as she felt the wet warmth of him exploding inside her it triggered her third orgasm of the night. She moaned in ecstasy as they came together. 

The two lovers lay there, his softening penis still inside her as they caught their breath and held each other.