53 comments/ 383292 views/ 115 favorites What I Wrote By: youbadboy Please email me if you enjoyed this story. Please give me your ideas. Your comments are the reason I write, and your ideas create these stories. Thanks. ************ My name is Amy Kitson. I started my 12th grade year after one of my best summers ever. God what a summer! Ever. Ever. Ever. It all started when I turned 18 really, but I'm getting ahead of myself and it really isn't a part of this story at all. First: about me. I already wrote my name is Amy Kitson. I am 5'3" tall and I think I am still growing, but my mom, who is a radiologist, says my growth points in my bones have all ‘closed.' Anyways, I have blonde hair and I like to cut it in a curve at the middle of my back, it is really fine hair and it sort of just curves around my face. I look like a little lion, that can smile. I have big eyes, wide smile, little teeth and sort of a little girl voice. I look younger for my age, and since about fifteen I have sort of had to dress a little more conservative cause I look, well, nice; and while I am not afraid of my physical, it interferes with me being just a normal girl. Plus, our school has a dress code. Besides, I want boys who will talk to me because of me, and not be all tongue tied and always saying how pretty I am. But, anyways..... So it was English class and I settled into my desk, same one as last year. And Mr. Tendale is writing his name on the board, MR DAN TENDALE and underlining his name. He is supposed to be a nice teacher. It's a normal class, honors English, I always do well - like my best subject - and he gives us our syllabus, tells us what he expects of us. First days are boring like that. His assignment: Write Your Most Memorable Thing You Did This Last Summer. He wrote those words across the board right under his name. I leaned back in my seat, my heart began to race, I blushed. Looked over at Nicole, she was thinking the same thing. Looked over at me, we giggled. ************************** "So what are you going to write?" Nicole is walking next to me, we are both carrying our backpacks, loaded with junk. Finding our lockers. I think we are best friends because her last name is Kerrell. Kitson - Kerrell. Her locker is to MY left. "Don't know." She's laughing, clapping her hands together. "Should we......" I look at her, blushing again. "........I just couldn't!!" she continues. "I mean, it WAS the most memorable thing. Oh gawd....." She was rambling on, little squeals, and I slammed my locker, ready for next class. They give you eight minutes. I turned to her, took a breath, "I'm going to write it....." "Aaaaaa," she squealed again, falling against me, tossing her dark hair in with my blonde. "No Way!" I started walking. "Why not. It'll be hilarious. I want to see......" "You just CAN'T!!" "........the look on his face." **************************** What I wrote. I wrote it. I can't believe it, but I went home that night sat in my room and typed it out - tap - tap - tap. It was easy, I remember everything, like it was yesterday. Every moment, every thought flooding my brain. And when I was through I laid out on my bed, and lifted up my knees and slipped my fingers under my Hello Kitty panties and felt the soft hairs there, then slipping my fingers down lower, completely soaking wet, warm, all squishy, soft. God I loved how I felt as I pressed my fingers, all slick and slippery wet, up inside myself; closed my eyes, opened my mouth. Careful so my long pointy red painted nails wouldn't scratch me. Just working my fingers in a little ways - oh I loved it like that - this little quarter inch. Right at the opening. So sensitive there. Holding my legs open, letting my knees drop open, my skirt curving around my wrist, and wriggling my finger - back and forth back and forth - and up a little pulling myself open, and finding it. My clit. Touching this soft white pearl under my index finger, so sensitive, its white tip dancing around in circles. Just rocking my hips, drawing circles around my finger with my whole body, moving my clit soft, then harder, sort of itching it just right - the way I do, breathing and rocking my hips. Licking my lips, closing my eyes, and holding my breath. Holding it. Holding it. Holding it. Remembering........ Until....... Woooosh, it came, and I start shaking my hips, arching my back, turning to my side, lengthening my legs and pressing my thighs together around my hand. Holding my finger up deep inside myself. Moaning, "Oh God!" Cumming, feeling my pussy clenching, quivering on my finger, this open mouth, its wetness squishing out of me, dribbling down onto my legs, staining the sheet. Sooooo good. I wrote my most memorable experience this summer. Mine and Nicole's. (But she told me not to use her name, so I used her middle name Shannon.) Which was...... ‘We let five guys fuck us both together, at one time, at a party' Ahhhhhhhh! Just one month ago. Lets see what happens....... **************************** Today was the day we were to get our first paper back. I didn't show it to Nicole, but promised her her name was not in it. It wasn't important really what I wrote (I put it at the end, after this story - you shouldn't even read it - EVER. But at least wait. It was no big deal. It's not part of THIS story). I sat in my seat. Nicole was watching me, completely staring. Then when Mr. Tendale came in, I felt my heart start to pound. I could barely concentrate. I don't know why I was nervous, but I was. I knew he read it. That was part of it. I wore the same outfit I wore to that party. I don't know why. Maybe I didn't even think about it, realize. Nicole reminded me as we walked in. When Mr. Tendale looked at me, I just looked at my notebooks, let my hair fall over my eyes, like I didn't notice. God I was nervous. He started to hand out the papers at beginning of class the way he does, in order of the rows. Each paper fluttering down on each desk, with a red letter grade in the top right corner. This one was easy, an easy A, most everyone would get an A today. Then he was behind me, right beside me - NO PAPER. He continued, did not look at me. Next desk. I looked back at Nicole. She had her paper on her desk. She had this serious look - like, 'I don't know.' Then he went to his desk and sat down. Didn't say anything for a little while. I was the only one without a paper, people were looking at me. I was afraid to raise my hand, and my heart in my throat. Big Mistake. There was a pause, and he opened his book that he lectures from. And then he looked up - at me, FINALLY. "Ms. Kitson." I started. My mouth went dry. "Would you come up here please." I rose from my desk and walked up there, felt like my knees would give out. Like me feet were these big plates. I must of been blushing, but I was nonchalant. Cool. I stood at his desk. A long pause, I could see my paper, no grade in the upper right corner. He said in a low voice, "Is this yours?" I looked at it, the typed letters. My name at the bottom. Sitting inside with his notes. I looked at it, the top heading, and then not at him. I nodded. Could feel my face glowing, beet red. "Ok then. I'd like to see you after class." ********************** "What did he say?" We were in lunch now. He talked to me for ten minutes and made me late for my next class, wrote me a pass. Nicole was leaning by me, trying to talk while eating. She was soooo animated. Pure nervous energy - she was like that. I was pissed. We have twenty minutes to eat lunch. "First, he asked me if I wrote what I did. Like TWICE. Then.....he asked me why. Why did I write what I wrote." I took a bite of my sandwich and pushed my hair out of my face. "He told me, that I couldn't write things like that. I said, why not. He said because it is not right, in fact its wrong. He said I probably did not even do what I said that I did. That it was just made up anyway. I didn't say anything. It's like I was NOT going to argue that yes I did, Yes I did do these things I wrote. But.....THEN he said I have to write another essay. That he wouldn't accept this one." Nicole was looking at me, chewing. Drinking in my every word. Wide eyes, amazement. I was so pissed. I continued looking at Nicole, "I paused awhile, not answering, and then I like looked at him and he seemed very edgy just then. I looked in his eyes for the first time and saw HIM Look away." "He looked away?" "And I said what if I didn't. I mean, write another story. He said then you would get an F. I said, an F, that is like totally not fair. It should be a C. He said I didn't do the assignment. I said I most certainly did. I said it was just stupid, and just a story. To just move on. He held his hand to his head, weird. Like this." And I motioned, his wrist was sort of limp, like he had a headache. "He said, Ms. Kitson. I just want you to write a different paper. That's all. Can you do that. We can't have this.....it will be like it never happened. I said, it was what I wrote, and I thought it was just what I wanted to write - and it was memorable - Ha! - and I would take the F." Nicole was mesmerized. "No. Kit!! Just write another one." "I said that an F would be fine, that then I would still have an A- in the class. He said no I wouldn't. That every week I did not rewrite this paper, he would mark me down and that I would never even get a C. I said that is TOTALLY unfair. He said I had written pornography. I said there is freedom of the press, I have rights. He said not in school you don't. He said he didn't want to discuss it further, AND that I have detention after school from 2:30 to 3:30. I have to be in his room." "Detention! Kit, you can't be serious." "He's going to write my parents a note and tell them I did not do my assignment. It sucks. I told him I did. He said, well then you are going to have to show them what you wrote to PROVE it aren't you. Then he cut me off, said this conversation is over, wrote me a pass....." I rose from the table, not feeling very hungry or very full. I was still shaking. Not sure what I was doing. "What are you going to do?" "Go to detention, I guess." ************************** It was 2:30 and I went into the classroom. It was empty, no one in the halls. I sat in the back of the room - something I never do. But then I never have had detention either - EVER. He looked up, "Sit in the front Ms. Kitson." I slumped in my chair, got up and walked to the front. After I settled into my seat, I just sort of looked off to the side. "Have you thought about what we talked about?" I didn't answer. He looked up from his desk, "Have you, Ms. Kitson." "Call me Amy." "Ms. Kitson?" "Yes." "And......." I didn't answer. "And........" I didn't answer. I flicked my hair out of my eyes. "Well, we have an hour don't we. Why not spend it rewriting that story, I threw the other one away." I glared at him when he said he threw it away. Silent. I took my notebook out and opened it, then just closed it. Looked at him with my mean face. He was writing something when he said, "It was trash." I said, under my breath, "It wasn't trash." And he popped his head up, leaned forward, "Excuse me!" I jumped, he was getting a little menacing. My heart beating, I didn't know where to put my hands. "What did you say." "It wasn't trash," I said quietly. "Get up on that board. Go over there!" Pointing at the chalkboard. He was mean. I had never seen him like this. I got up walked to the board. "Now write." I held a piece of chalk, twirling it in my fingers. "Now write - TRASH." I lifted my hand, my hand was trembling. I held the chalk to the board. I wrote T. I wrote R. I paused. I wrote E. I wrote A. I wrote S. "Ms. Kitson, you are mis......" I continued U-R-E. I was crying. TREASURE. Why was he like this? I hated him. It was like nothing I ever felt. It was just dumb, all innocent. It was simple. It was stupid. It WASN'T trash. It was MY memory. I thought about it every day. I stood at the board. He held his hand to his head again. "Ms. Kitson. Ms. Kitson." And then he took my arm, stood behind me, strong, hard. Held onto my hand, and forced me, holding me and pushing my arm. I tried to pull away. He held my hand, and made me spell - T R A S H. I felt his other hand at my waist, felt his fingers touching the bare skin of my back, curl into my hip, right through the space between my top and my skirt. When he was done he let go and said, "Go stand over there, just face away from me, I don't even want to see you." I was wiping my eyes, weepy, sniffing and moved away. "You think your being all high and mighty. You know what, you aren't. You think you can just write what you wrote, just get away with it. Play your little games. Is that how you plan to get through life. You know what your going to become? A little slut." It was terrible the way he said that. I looked back at him when he said that. He barked, "Turn around. That's right!! A slut. You want to be a slut. A fucking whore. Letting five boys fuck you. You think that was funny? You think that was memorable. Memorable!!!" Silence. He had risen from his desk as he said all these horrible things to me. I could hear the clicking of his shoes. Now, he was standing behind me. Close. I could feel his breath. And then his fingers in my hair. Just his hand at the top of my head. I could feel his hand trembling. He was just following the trail of my fine blonde hairs. From the top of my head, lightly lightly, down to where they ended right at the middle of my back. I was afraid to move. I said nothing. Silence, his soft caresses. This pressure at my shoulders, the light touch of fingers on my hair, letting his fingers comb through my hair. The way he folded his hand in half and held my hair at the edge so his thumb was on one side and his fingers on the other, drawing his hand down the whole length of my long hair. I could feel my tummy grow warm. Soft. So soft. Gentle, and after he had said all those horrible things. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together. I stood, facing the wall. And then his hand fell away from me. "It's 3:30." He had turned away, and after a beat I began walking, he was sitting again, "Think about what I said.....be careful. It's not how you think. It's ....just...not. Just consider, for me, just write another memory. Any memory. Any other memory. It doesn't have to be ...... your best. Just another one. I'll ADD it to the one you wrote. That one can be just, between you and me. No one knows you wrote it right??" I nodded (a white lie). "So you will write another assignment for me?" I looked at him, another silence. And then I just said, "No." "Then next Friday. It's detention again, for you. You can go......." He handed me my note, "For your parents." I looked at his face, he was exhausted. His eyes were sad. He was red, he had beads of sweat on his forehead. He averted his eyes again. His voice was more sensitive, resigned, almost reverent. I took it out of his hand. "Thank you." I left. ******************************* My stomach was in knots, I had felt totally sick all day. It was Friday. I couldn't concentrate, and when I was in his class all week long it was like nothing happened. He was nice, smiling, but the Friday detention stood. All he did was once ask me if I had changed my mind. I was in Science Class and it felt like I was in there all day. It felt like forever. I watched the second hand going round and round in circles. One minute at a time. And then.....the Bell. What did I feel? I didn't even know. I was scared of this, of him; but I was excited. My heart was racing away. I was afraid/excited all at once. ! "Hi Amy. Take a seat." I took my seat at the front desk, where I had sat before. He simply wrote in his book, turning pages over one by one. I sat there. He didn't talk, didn't say anything. A half hour went by. This was nothing like before, like last time. I sat there, my hand curled around my notebook. The one he told me to bring. My pen lay at the top of the desk in its little indent. He looked up, "You write anything?" "Uh Uh." I shook my head. "Ok.......Go on, go stand in that corner over there for awhile." I went over and stood there. I stood there for the other half of the hour. Silence. He was still working on his stuff. I could hear the papers shuffling. I was nervous, but nothing was going on. It was boring. I turned and looked at the clock, 3:30. He wasn't moving, I waited, looked again: 3.35. "Uh Mr. Tenday....." He looked up, turning to me. I said, "Times up." "Your not going home yet." I turned back to the wall, totally confused now. I kept looking at the wall and said sort of low, "Detention is s'posed to be one hour. My parents.....are waiting. I get a ride home." I didn't know what to do. I heard him rise from his chair, could hear his footsteps. The building was quiet, empty. He was standing behind me. I could hear him breathing, silent. He just stood there. I was trembling. Would he put his hand on my head again, run his fingers through my hair, like before. I closed my eyes. "You think you can do anything you want, and get away with it. Is that it? That if you follow ‘rules,' - 'Detention is One Hour' (he was mimicing my voice) - just be this pretty little thing, that ...... everyone gives you this wide berth......" ......"Is that it, just be all cute. And you get whatever you want. But, you know what Ms. Kitson, Amy, the truth is - rules are a tool......a tool for the rule makers AND the rule breakers. You're breaking the rules right now." I was totally confused, had no idea what he was talking about. I just stood there, my heart patting away. I simply whimpered, "I have to go." "Your outfit, I could write you up for that outfit. I should. You are always breaking the dress code rules aren't you Amy?" His hand was on my shoulder now. I just stood there. "No." And I felt it, his hand pressing into me, his thumb pressing into my shoulder, curling his fingers around the top of my shoulder. Holding on to me, pressing his hand to the back of my neck and running it down my back, stopping right at the small of my back, moving slow. So slow, running over the cashmere sweater I had on. And then sliding, pressing his fingers right to the bottom, to the edge of my sweater and running his finger along my bare skin in that little space, this little line right at the edge, right between my skirt and sweater, all the way around. We aren't allowed to have mid riffs showing. That's a rule, and technically I don't; but you are supposed to wear your tops so they tuck in, or overlap, and I don't quite do that. No one does. We have our tops so they fall right at the line of our pants or skirts or whatever. It's close enough. Is that what he means?? I was really scared now, shaking. I had tears in my eyes again. My parents were waiting for me. I was breaking their rules too. I was in detention. I was just becoming overwhelmed. So confused. "I'm following the rules, same as everyone." My voice was cracking. I couldn't stand this. His hand was still running along my bare back, right at the small of my back, following the line of my skirt. And then I felt.....he was reaching lower, I felt him lifting the hem of my skirt, raising it up from behind. Exposing me. I twisted myself quick, instinctively, brought my hands back and knocked the hem out of his hands, felt it waft back down around my legs. I protested, "You can't do that." "Hold still," menace in his voice. "I bet you don't follow the rules on what to wear under your outfits either. Do you Ms. Kitson?" And I felt his hand again, grasping the hem of my skirt and again lifting it up, totally exposing my ass. I had on a pair of thongs, my ass looked bare, naked, completely bare when he was looking. I knew it was. He was looking right at me. The line of fabric from my underwear ran up in a line between my ass cheeks. You couldn't see it. No one followed that rule. Technically, the rule was that you couldn't wear thong underwear that could be SEEN from outside your clothes. As in, thong underwear AND low rise jeans. But under my skirt. NO ONE followed this rule. What I Wrote "Thongs," he said. Holding the skirt high and looking at me. I just stood there feeling the cool air on my ass. "Tell me you are breaking the rules right now." "I.....no really, I." "Tell me. Say it." "I'm.....breaking rules," it came out of me, my voice cracking. "I should write you up for this shouldn't I? Three offences and one grade point off your total grade for the whole trimester. Isn't that the RULE? Bare Midriff AND thongs. That's two....." This was getting serious. "Your not going to??" I could barely speak. I caught sight of the clock, it was 3:50 now. Silence. My skirt was still in the air, being held up lightly. He was still looking at me. "Don't they write you up in gym class??" "I don't have gym." He let the skirt drop. I let out a deep breath, I was having a hard time catching my breath. "Turn around Ms. Kitson." I did. I was shy now, couldn't look at him, knowing what he had seen. My cheeks bright red, tears streaking my face. I was squeezing my legs together too. I felt wet between my legs. I just stood there looking at his shoes. "What else? I wonder." And I felt him step near me, tower over me. Too close. And take the edge of my top that lay right at my skirt, my cashmere sweater. It fit on me sort of loose, had a V down the front. He took the bottom of it in his hand and began to lift up, to expose my tummy. I took in my breath, what was he..... "What, are you.....Mr. Ten........" as he continued to lift the sweater, with his firm hard grip. I felt it rising up over my head and then pulling it back and down over the back of my head, leaving it on my arms, pulling it down so my arms were held together behind me, still in the sleeves. I didn't move as I faced him in just my bra. I had just let him do it this time. All I had on facing him was my bra - a half cup, light pink, matching my panties. He was staring at me. Not my face, my chest. The line of my bra was just barely covering my nipples. He was eyeing me, up and down, neck to navel. My skirt was down around my legs hugging into my hips, but I was standing there with bare shoulders and bare tummy, just my bra, my narrow waist. Our bras are supposed to cover our whole breasts. No half bras. I closed my eyes, my sight was blurry from tears. I could feel tears dripping down my cheeks. "Three." He said. "Is that three Ms. Kitson? One grade point off." "Please." I heard myself say. "Please......" It came out as a sob. "I'm sorry. I won't again. I'm not really breaking any rules." I was looking up at him now, and could see his eyes on my breasts, "What size are you?" "Excuse me?" "Your cups, what size?" "A...... ‘C.'" I was watching his hands rise up and touch my shoulders, each hand on each shoulder. He was running his hand along the top of my shoulder and tracing my collar bone with his thumb, my white neck was exposed. I felt myself lift my chin as he touched my neck, touching his thumbs around the front of my neck. "See how rules are a tool?" Silence. His voice softer now, "It's gone." I opened my eyes, and he was looking at the tops of my breasts, swelling out of my bra. One then the other. "From the story. What they wrote on you. It's not there." I was remembering now, looking down at my breasts, feeling very exposed in that moment. I heard myself say, "It washed off after about two weeks." I didn't even feel like I was there just then. "All of it?" "A little mark is left, at the one side." He physically turned me, one way and another, and there it was - just the trail of a ‘Y' at the side of my left breast. He could see it. "So it was true." His hand was still on me and he let his fingers drift lower and touch the tops of my breasts. I instinctively lifted my arms, but they just bent at the elbow, reaching, but nothing else. They were held at my back, still inside my sweater. I stopped trying to move, looking up at him. "You shouldn't be doing this." "The building is empty." I looked at the window. He continued, reading my mind, "That's the side that faces the forest." And I felt him touch me, with my closed eyes. This pressure. He was squeezing my breasts, soft, massaging me. Touching me. I simply stood there and let him. I leaned back against the wall. I felt his hands move away from me then. Was he stopping? And then Click! He clicked the little snap at the front between my two cups, this bra unhooked from the front. I felt the fabric fall open, the silky, pink fabric parting. I turned my head to the side as my breasts fell free, my pink nipples exposed to Mr. Tendale, he was looking at them intently. Touching me, my bare skin. Doing whatever he wanted right now. They were still puffy, I was still developing, they were still growing. I felt myself getting wet from his gentle caress. My nipples were so sensitive. I could cum just from squeezing them. He didn't know that. I could feel my heart beating so hard, I couldn't breath. I thought I would pass out, and his warm hands on me, his breathing. I felt his hands reach out and squeeze my bare breasts again, holding them in his hands, and then drifting down onto my tummy. Holding his thumbs over my navel. This reverence in his eyes. It was almost 4:00 now. He held out both hands, wrapping his big hands around my little waist. I watched the second hand move around its circle on the clock. I felt him caress my waist, holding me, tugging me away from the wall. Holding me by the narrowest part of my waist, bending me, pulling my tummy to him, looking down at me, standing close. I looked at the clock then and up into his eyes, I tried to sound sweet, nice, tried to sound like a lover really, "I have to go." I could feel his warm breath on me. I was tired, I felt weak, spent. He let go. "I won't write you up. This time." He gently, so gently clasped my bra back over my breasts. He reached back behind me and took my sweater, lifting it back over my head. Watching me, watching me. I noticed in that moment, the line of his cock in his pants. Oh my God. Mr. Tendale was hard, his cock was totally hard. I couldn't stop looking at it. He pulled my sweater back over my head and smoothed it over me. Squeezed my breasts through my sweater, taking his time, doing it slow, one last time. Backing away from me, walking to his desk, sitting down again. "You can go." I began to walk away. "You haven't changed your mind, now?" I took my notebook in my hand, standing at his desk. "No....." and then continued as I walked away, "Detention next Friday?" "Yes." "Goodnight." **************** Nicole met me early on Saturday, came over to my house. "What happened? Tell me everything!" "What?" "Detention. It's been three of them now. Are you going to give in. What does he do? A whole hour." "Longer sometimes. It's boring," I lied. "I just sit there and he grades papers. When he says, I can leave, I leave." "Is he going to change his mind about this?" "I think if I just do well, be my normal self. Then I'll get a ‘B' he can't give me lower than a ‘B." "He can with all the detentions." "He won't." "How do you know?" "I just know. He's pretty weird. But......lets talk about something else. It's totally boring stuff. Schools out. Lets get a ride to the stores......I want some shoes." I just totally lied to Nicole, my best friend. The lies were going the other direction now. This was my own thing. I was alone. I could make it stop, but it didn't seem right to me. I should go to the principal, but didn't really want to get Mr. Tendale in trouble. They probably wouldn't believe me. It was totally weird now to see him in class, and then one time he was walking by me in class and put his hand on my shoulder. Just like that. I froze, melted more like. It felt like .....like when I was in detention. I only had him for the Tri - so I could get through this. It was only five more weeks. ********************** But then I noticed something. Something that started to creep me out. Even more than standing against the wall and letting him feel me up, and say all that stuff he said to me, most of which I totally did not understand. He was following me. I would just catch him out of the corner of my eye. He knew my schedule, could have easily gotten it from the office. He knew I had Social in the morning at 9:05. That I would go in and out of 101A, and he knew where my locker was, the path I needed to walk from Social to my locker and then to Spanish, my second hour class, each morning. He knew when my lunch period was. But he had classes too. How could he?? There was only like eight minutes between periods. I had a study hall in the afternoon three days a week. He had an hour break at the same time, cause then I started to notice what his schedule was. I needed to know where HE was. He posted his on the door, his was easy. This was crazy. And today, there he was. Not close, but not far either. I just ignored him. He watching me from across a crowded hall full of us kids moving from class to locker to class. I was wearing a black skirt. Today was not a day I took English, it was just four days a week. So today I wore a skirt that fell just above my knees, and I had thongs, AND my top was this line right at the top of my skirt. Midriff. Fuck!! I felt totally exposed. I could feel him looking at me. He was always checking me now. And I did, I changed the way I dressed because of it. But not on the day I didn't have English, cause I knew I wouldn't see him. I started heading for my Spanish Class. He was behind me, I heard him calling, "Ms. Kitson. Ms. Kitson. Amy." I turned. I was so scared, my eyes were wide. I was just trembling. I could barely speak. His class is like totally on the other side of school. "Yes." "About what we said. Remember?" "Yes." I hugged my books to myself. "You don't listen very well." He took my arm and we began walking, "What are you going to do??" He didn't say anything, I wanted to struggle to pull away, to scream, he had this tight grip and I just followed along. "I'm sorry. I didn't think......" He pulled me into a teacher-student conference room, the ones that are also used for band practice rooms. "Look at you. Look at yourself. Amy." He stood me in front of a mirror that was on one wall in the room. "You never listen do you. Everything is how you want. Think you can get away with everything. One. Your skirt is too short." I tugged it lower. "It's at my knees." He turned me to him, standing close again, took the edge of my skirt at the top and tugged it into place. "One inch above your knees. See that. Do you see that?" "Yes." "Lift your skirt." "You shouldn't be......" but I was lifting it. Yielding. Letting him. I took the fabric from each side, right at the hem and lifted it up high over my waist. Felt my bare thighs being exposed, the tiniest triangle patch covering my pussy, just these little strings of fabric arcing around my hips. "....doing this, you know." I could feel his eyes burning into me, looking right at my puss. "Turn around." I turned, doing as he said. "Keep your skirt up." He took his hand and held it up at the back, and my ass was completely bare, the fabric of my thong wedged nice between my ass cheeks. I could feel the fabric of my panties soaking with cum. I was wet the moment he held the fabric of my skirt and tugged it up my waist to adjust me. My panties were pink, my favorite color, the lightest pink, with a ‘Hello Kitty' right in the crotch. I was still holding my skirt up. "Thongs. That's two. This time it's serious." I hated the tone of his voice. I was tearing up again. I was really nervous now. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. What are you going to do?? Don't write this up. I just can't.....I'll rewrite that paper. I can't do this anymore......" I let my skirt drop. "We'll just see, won't we." Then he sat down, pushed a table back from himself. "Come here." I walked over to him and he took his hand and held it around my waist, like before, then squeezed me steady, tight, hard. Just above my hip bones. It hurt a little. I could feel his hands slip under my top touching bare skin. "Bare midriff, Three, and....." He slid his hands up under my top and began to cup my breasts beneath my top. I closed my eyes, he touched me, caressed me so gentle, so soft right over each breast. They were bare. His warm hands, skin to skin. I was so nervous. But it felt good, and in this silence, his hands were brushing over my nipples. I could feel them tighten, stick out straight. He was playing with them. I had a bra on that left my nipples bare. "Worse than last time. Four." I felt him squeeze my nipples in his fingers, and this moan escaped my throat. I could not control myself. "What do you think I should do?" H e continued to squeeze my nipples, to play with them in his fingers, rolling them. I was leaning against him. Oh god, my hands on his shoulders. "Please," I was misty, sort of weeping. "You think that works don't you. Just be a girl, a little girl. Cry. And everything gets better. That's what you think isn't it?" "No. I.....you're upsetting me." He was still touching me, cupping my breasts, I was leaning into his hands, letting him. He let go and brought his hands out from under my top. I was standing between his legs. I felt him hold on to my shoulders and pull, sort of pull me down. I was dizzy, felt my knees bending. "Lets see," he said. He was putting me on my knees between his legs. Pressing me to the floor. I was kneeling in front of him, "Open my pants Amy." I looked at him, totally confused. "What!" "How you dress. What you write. You know what you are. So show me.....show me what a little slut you are." I just sat there. He was holding me at the top of my head. I could see his cock forming this line in his pants, "Do it. Show me." I reached my little hands up and unhooked his belt, he was holding his legs open, wide on each side of me. I unclasped his pants and unzipped him. He was hard, I could feel it as I worked with the fabric of his pants. I tugged his pants open, could see some of his cock through the fly of his boxers. The tangle of dark hair. I could smell him. He lifted himself a little and slid his pants and his underwear all the way down his legs, down to his ankles. He stepped out of one side. He was naked from the waist down. I was looking at the head of his cock, could see his balls hanging down between his legs. The hair on his thighs. His cock pointing up from between his shirt tails. "Suck it, you little slut. Let me feel you. I've already seen you and read about you." I was frozen. I didn't know what to do. This was not really happening. I had just come from my locker. I was supposed to be in Spanish right now. The door was locked. I saw him do it. I could scream. "Just like the story." He was pushing on my head now, tugging me toward his crotch. I had tears in my eyes again, my vision was all blurry. I opened my mouth and pressed the end of his cock into my mouth, felt that sensation of flesh filling my mouth. Of my lips touching hair, tickling my nose. Of a cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes, felt the tears cool on my hot cheeks. Remembering, that day, that day I sucked on cocks. How silly and funny it was. How I liked it, what it felt like then. But today. He held his hands over my head and pushed me down onto him, deep, too deep and I gagged a little. I felt the head of his cock touch the back of my throat. I lifted up my head, looking up at him. He was curled around me, looking down at me. I looked up at him, pleading, "I don't want to.....please." "Then I write you up. You're the slut. The slut wanna be. Get used to it. You like it, remember." And he pushed me back down on him. "Your choice." At that point all resistance went out of me, I was utterly trapped. I bent over him again, opened my mouth and pressed my lips to his tip, rubbed my face on the tip of his cock let the little beads of pre-cum slide around my mouth, kissed the end, and felt him enter me, press into me, into my wet mouth. I had a fleeting inspiration to bite him hard, but the firmness, its head, the soft flesh. The shock of hair at its base. A cock is just a cock. This was the sixth one I had ever put in my mouth. I was starting to go with it......but I hated him. What he was doing to me.I took my hand and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, held him to my mouth. I did it so he couldn't shove me too deep again, like last time. He moaned when I did that. "Mmmmm, your liking this aren't you." I could feel my mouth firm around him, gripping him tightly, and then to rise and fall on the length of his cock began to stroke along his length with my mouth, these long swirls, lapping at his underside with my tongue. I could feel his cock head swell in my mouth, he was big. A lot bigger than the other five I had in my mouth. All cocks are different I remember thinking. I could feel him lifting his hips a little, meeting me in a rhythm with my own and it felt like he was fucking my mouth. He was whispering to me, gently now, "Oh god, little girl. That feels good." And it was weird hearing him. He became this disembodied thing. But he was talking to me like a woman, like I was his. A lover. Not a teacher. Everything disappeared. No one ever talked to me like that. He would coo out, "Where did you learn that? Oh god, so good." And he lay his hand on my head, played with my hair. Caressing me the way he did. I could feel him rocking his hips, undulating against me, and I just held still a little and let him press his cock right into me, deeper than before. Like he was fucking my mouth. I let out a guttural tone, couldn't control myself. My body was escaping from me. I was disgusted with myself and I could hear him moaning as we sat in this little room. Saying all these beautiful things to me, being so nice to me. I was thinking to myself how I could NOT believe I was giving a teacher a blow job. It was just too unreal. And then I felt his fingers pulling at me a little tighter, I could feel how aroused he was getting, the wild way he was gripping my hair and pulling me down onto him. I could feel him getting more and more aroused. Turning his head and looking up at the ceiling, taking these deep breaths. It hurt a little the way he was holding me now, but I let him and felt his cock sliding deep into my mouth. He was sliding almost his whole length into me, and I was having a hard time breathing. I just held on. Let him hold me tight and move my head up and down his cock, faster and faster. Just yielding, going with it. Being this fuck toy. And I could feel myself getting so wet. My body was getting so turned on. My nipples ached. I was sitting down on the floor now flat, positioning my legs, opening them as wide as I could so my pussy sat right on the floor and I could sort of rock around and feel the cool floor press into my clit. Finding just the perfect spot and rocking myself right over my clit. God I was wet and I could feel myself squishing around down there. I moaned just from that, and his hands on me, moving me on his body. And then his legs tensing around me, he was moaning and just going, "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck. Oh God yeah." And moving me on him faster, and shaking his penis fast in my mouth, shaking. I closed tight around him, and held him there as this tension was building. I brought a hand up and squeezed his balls in my hand, felt the hair between his legs, he was opening his legs wider and pressing me down, holding me to him. His big hands on me. He felt like he was everywhere. When......our moaning was together. I remember thinking at that moment how Fear and Pleasure are really the same thing. That I was sucking on this cock in school, how weird, when...... What I Wrote I heard him calling out low, "Mmmmmmm. I'm going to cum." And his cock began pulsing, he was trembling all over and pushing me down hard. I was scared. I wasn't sure if I would be able to hold on, and the cum began gushing into my mouth, I began drinking. I had sucked on five cocks, this was my sixth, but it is the first time anyone ever came in my mouth. I just started sucking and drinking and drinking, feeling my cheeks fill up. I felt like I was falling, like I didn't know where I was. I was grinding my puss down into the floor, my nipples hurt. God I wanted to cum too. I couldn't stand it. And I held on tight. He slowed down, I could feel him relax, and the release of his body, he letting go of my hair. I heard him slump back in the chair, his shirt tails falling around his cock all shiny and red. He was looking at me, "Where did you learn that?" I just said, "I don't know." I got up and stood on the other side of the room from him. I wanted to disappear, be gone. I stared at him, at the door. I avoided looking in the mirror. I didn't want to see myself. I stared at his cock all shiny and wet from my mouth, how he didn't even bother to cover himself from me after. I pushed my hair from my eyes, all sticky with sweat. My hair was a mess. He casually stood and pulled his trousers up and then motioned to me, "Here." I just walked right over to him, like this little animal that was his. He took a finger and flicked a little cum off my chin and then pressed it into my mouth. And for some reason I let him. I just yielded - again, opened my mouth and let him push his finger right into my mouth, touch my tongue. I let him smooth out my clothes, touch my crotch under my skirt, cup me there and listen to him say "you're so wet!" then squeeze my breasts one last time. At the same time, we were quickly falling into our roles. I could feel my cheeks burning. He was slowly becoming embarrassed as well, standing there stupidly, we were both dressed now in this little room. He had just stuck his cock in a students mouth. He knew that. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket. It was already filled out. He knew. I was so pissed. He knew what he was going to do. Planned it. "What class do you have?" "Spanish." And I watched him fill in ‘Spanish,' hand it to me. I didn't know where to look. I looked into his eyes and he gave me a weak embarrassed smile. But I had a sort of goofy confidence in all of this. Sort of a weird proud, 'I just gave you a blow job,' feeling. I had given him pleasure - I guess - just now. I hated that my pussy was just itching, how I felt. How I wanted more. That I knew I would run off to the bathroom and finish this while sitting on a toilet. I said, "So your not going to write me up then, huh Dan?" I had never called him Dan. That was his name, Dan Tendale. "No. I don't think so." Silence. He looked at me. "You all right?" I just said, "Fine." And as he was adjusting himself, and getting ready to leave, I asked, "Do I still have detention?" He turned and said, "Have you changed your mind about anything?" I just stared at him. I wanted to say fuck you. But I shook my head. And he continued, "You know, your refusal is an indication that YOU want me to keep doing what I'm doing.....that you WANT this......See you in class." I stood there looking at him, the door opened then closed. I was standing in this empty room, suddenly depressed. I looked in the mirror on the one wall. Looked at myself, tried to see deep inside myself. THE FUCK IF IT DOES. *************** Do you know how weird it is to sit in a class by a teacher who you gave a blow job to? I could barely stand it. I didn't know where to look. My cheeks were flushed, I could feel myself dripping in my panties, I could feel it. Nicole kept looking at me asking, "What?" I would say "Nothing." Mr. Tendale was so cool and collected. He would just stand up there talking and writing, turning. I kept looking at his crotch. Was he hard? No. Why was I wet? I was caught in this swirl of emotion, confusion. My body was betraying me AND it was Friday. I had detention. He had me stand in the corner for the whole fucking hour. Silence. No talking. I would peek back at him. Three days since I sucked his cock. Fucker. Silence, just standing here. My parents pick me up at 3:30 he knows that. Keeping me longer, past 3:30. Fuck. They were already mad at me, for everything, for this detention thing. I told them I had four, and that this was the last one. But it wasn't, I was lying about that too. My stomach was in knots. Fuck!! I hated standing here, my legs hurt. I stood on one foot, tipping my hip and then the other. Fucker. When.....his footsteps. He was behind me, I could like just feel him there. I didn't look, stared into the corner. "Thinking about what I said." "No." "You look like your following the rules today Ms. Kitson." I just said, "Rules are a tool." He laughed, "You listen." And his hand was on my head, lightly, his fingers curling into my hair. I turned myself, tipping my head away, shrugged my shoulders. But eventually, I let him, let him touch me. He traced his fingers down my hair again, like the first time, like every time. "You ARE beautiful you know......." His hand on my shoulder. "You should save yourself." "Too late," I said it mean, as mean as I could, but it came out all quiet and afraid. I kept standing there. He was pushing me further into the corner, not hard but just a steady pressure. I couldn't move right or left. I felt his hand at the hem of my skirt. He was lifting it again........ I just sort of whimpered, "Please.....I have to go." I felt it lift, higher, higher up over my waist. The coolness on my legs. I had plain white cotton panties. They were covering my whole ass. I hated the way they felt. I wore them every fucking day now. I had full cup bras now, with fucking underwires. I had on a sweater that hung over my hips. I hated this. Fucking bastard. "Cotton." I felt his hand on my ass, rubbing me over the thin fabric and hooking his thumb into my panties at my hip. I began to turn, trying to move myself away, shake him off me, he pushing me into the corner. "I'll do it. I will.....I will.....just stop." "I don't recall any offers today, do you?" "You said.......But....." I just relaxed, gave up. Fuck, nothing I did. I stood there, let out my breath, I yielded. I felt him kick my one leg to the side, moving my legs apart. I was standing with my legs open. He was tugging my panties down my legs. They were down around my ankles and his breathing at my neck, he was close, I could feel his warm breath at my ear. God I was wet. I was so mad....my body so turned on. I was shaking. "You have to, stop." I started to push myself back from the wall as I said it, pushing with my arms. I said it a second time, pushing back, feeling myself held in place. "I'd be careful if I was you. Four detentions. You aren't even at a C in this class. I can get your whole grade point for all classes to C, 2.0, less than a C. What college wants a Senior with that?" His hand covering my bare ass, swatting me as he talked, his foot against my shoe holding my legs open. I could feel his hand sliding down between my legs - still talking - his fingers curling up around my cunny, cupping my bare pussy, god, oh god. I could feel his fingers pressing, rubbing the hairs at the front. His whole hand pressing on my skin there, just holding me, cupping his hand there. I could feel the hairs tickling in his hand. God dammit it felt so good. His fingers were stroking my pussy hair, I was shaking, trembling as his finger, his middle finger began to press up into my slit, I could feel myself opening, my lips parting. Fuck. "You are a wet little slut." I was tipping my ass to him now, arching my back, an utterly involuntary reaction. I was opening my thighs, could feel my body move back against him. He pulled his middle finger right through me, up my center, opening me right up. I could feel the tip of his finger touch over the top of my clit and then slide back into me, soaking wet. I could feel myself creaming, feel it running down my legs, drips on my thighs. I let out a moan. He kept doing this over and over, like he was petting me there. I was sighing at each stroke. "You like it." "No.....I don't," I held my mouth open, trying to hold back my emotions. Trying to stand still, to not move. I added, "I could get you.....in trouble....I could get you....fired." My breath was all rags, my words panting out of me. My hips rocking over his hand, rocking and twisting, seeking out his fingers. He made sort of grunty laugh, and pressed his index finger right up into me. I could feel my vagina open, press around his finger. Feel myself fill, that space inside me. The suddenness made me gasp. I could feel my whole body sink onto his finger, could feel myself seeking it *wanting it* let it press right up into me. I held my mouth open, felt his finger pressing there, felt my own heat, deep up inside me and how it felt as it slid back out again until he was just barely touching me, and then back up inside. Feeling my legs opening as he did that, as he finger fucked me. I looked back at him as he said, "This is my last year......I'm so fucking sick of working for all you prima donnas." As he said that I let out a deep sigh, it came out almost as a sob. I wanted to cry, but I was moaning instead. Fuck. Fuck. Fucker. God, now I was rotating my hips, grinding myself down on him. He wasn't even moving, it was me, my body. He letting ME. I could feel him pressing up against me, holding my pussy open, two fingers up in me now, and then reaching around with his other hand and drawing these circles around my clit. I started to lift my leg a little, open myself up for him, giving him better access, letting him do whatever he wanted. I was so aroused, I wanted to cum. "Mmmm, my good little girl, feels good doesn't it?" he cooed into my ear. "I'm going to make you cum.....have you done that before? Want to cum for me, want to feel that?" He was holding his mouth right at my ear, cooing to me, whispering. Saying these things that just made me hotter. I was panting. He had two fingers up in me and was roughly rubbing me between my legs, I was humping back into his hands, however I moved he was rubbing me, practically lifting me off the ground. I was pressing my hands against the wall and giving myself leverage, holding myself tight against him." "I've....I've cum before." And he was working me, oh my god. "I bet a little slut like you has." But he was right. I had never felt like this before. Everything else, before, it had all been so silly, sloppy, quick. Or masturbation, me diddling myself. But, Oh God. Maybe.....this..... And then this rising tide inside me. I could feel it, exquisite, incredible. I was calling out, between gasps, "Fuck..ah, ah ah. Oh god, keep......" "Like it little girl. I should fuck you right here. Want to feel my cock in you." I couldn't stand it, I whimpered at his words, whispered out just then, "Yes." Thinking inside the whole time, no, no, no. When.......... ......he just let go. I was literally crumpling to the floor, my knees wouldn't hold me up. I looked back at him, my body suddenly cut free. Set Adrift. Abandoned. What the hell?? I was Wild-Eyed. I was ready, hungry. He was going to make me cum. Fuck me? He said...... "You said." He was walking back to his desk, rubbing his hands together, shiny with my cum. "What?" I pulled my hair out of my face, reality rushing back at the same time. "You said you were going to make me....uh, cum." Even as I said that, I was coming back to my senses, still standing near that corner. My pussy felt wet. Looking around, I was in a room again, a classroom. He was my teacher again. I was small. Felt small. Felt dirty. My panties were laying on the floor, I had stepped out of them and kicked them against the wall. I wanted to pick them up, but didn't. "It's 4:00, your parents......I don't want to get you in trouble. You SAID you have to go." He was being so mean. I leaned down took my panties, crumpled them in my hand. I'd put them on out in the hall. I took my notebook, looking down the whole time. I said nothing, walking past Mr. Tendale. "Nite Nite Amy," I heard as the door slammed. ******************* Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They were gone. My folks were gone. I stood out in the parking lot. Fuck! I pulled my panties on out in the parking lot, forgot to do it inside. It was a clear night, the sun hung above the trees, the parking lot had this slanty light. The whole thing felt surreal, and now..... They said if I was late they wouldn't wait. They said it. I didn't believe it. I was ten miles from home. I went back to the school. Doors were locked. Fuck!! I didn't have a phone. I looked around. A car, it had to be Mr. Tendale's car. I went over and stood by it. About fifteen more minutes went by and I saw the door. It was him. He walked toward his car, saw me and paced up to me, as I was just standing there. He moved slow. He was quizzical. Looking at me just then. A smile. I was standing there, hugging my arms around myself. "I need a ride. My parents left." "Get in," he said. "Just a ride," I said as I slid into the seat. On the drive home, he turned the radio on. Asked me what I like. I said, I don't know. He said what do you mean you don't know. You know what, you got to stand up for yourself more. Fuck. HE was lecturing me about standing up for my self. God damn him, after what he just did to me. My pussy was aching, it was pulsing, the sound of his voice disgusted me. I was angry, horny. I just shrugged and looked out the window. Told him where I live, in short utterances of "straight," "turn left," "turn right" sentences. I just didn't even want to be in his presence. He was all nonchalant, like nothing happened. Fucker. But he was eyeing me, trying not to. I kept pulling my hair back from my eyes, noticing. He was looking at my bare knees. I was tugging the edge of my skirt lower. When we got to my house, I said, "There it is." He slowed down, but drove right by. I watched the house go by, "You passed it." He kept driving. I was watching him, moving myself against the car door, trying to keep away from him, out of his reach. He didn't answer. He turned up the street and went back near some woods. I looked around, he turned left, a parking lot. The sun had just tipped behind the trees, it was dusk, this light glow around us. Green. He put the car in park, turning to me, "We still have a little time." I had my hand on the door, ready to get out. Didn't know if I should. I could run. I was barely hearing what he said. "I did say I would make you cum didn't I? And you did say you wanted to fuck me didn't you?" "You said you would take me home. You liar, you're a liar," the words choking out of me. I felt this rising petrified fear. I didn't know what to do. Where to go. I could get out and run for it, he could catch me. He was so much bigger than me. I felt so small. His big hands. "I told you 'rules were a tool' didn't I? Well here's another thing, 'People Lie.' Lie all the time." "I don't." "You tell anyone about this? What WE do in your detentions?" "No." "They ask you about it?" "Yeah." "You lied. Get out of the car." "No." "Look......" He had his hand on the car door and I heard it click open. He held it there partway open, "We can play this game anyway you like, my way. Or your way. Believe me, I can get you out of this car. Or....you can get out of this car. Either way......your choice." I opened the door and so did he. We were looking at each other over the top of the car. "Fuck. Little girl you do have spunk. Over here." He was pointing to the front of the car. I didn't move. I was looking around, there was nothing, no one. As he rounded the front of the car to the other side, my side, he approached and just took me in his arms. I felt his hands run down the front of me, squeezing my breasts again. I didn't move. He cupped my crotch, "Still wet little girl?" And then he wrapped his arms around my waist and insinuated his hands up under my top. Held me warm to himself, and leaning right down began kissing me. He never kissed me. I stiffened in his arms. "Don't," I said, into his mouth, pushing at him. I felt the warmth of his tongue, felt my mouth opening. I struggled a little, tried to hold my mouth closed. I felt his arms folding around me, holding me. Felt that itch between my legs. Then relaxed, as he let go. He was taking my sweater and lifting it over my head, and bringing it back and down around my arms, like before. My arms were held behind my back as he pressed me to the car, my breasts pressing to his chest as he leaned against me and then kissing me again. The warm air on my skin, standing practically naked in the outdoors. I felt the cool metal of the car against my arms and shoulders. "You know you want to cum?" He said between kisses, "You would have went home and finished it. You were standing by the car.....because you, wanted this." I felt him press his hard cock, still in his pants, right against the mound of my pussy. The pressure there causing me to suck in my breath. I had worked the sweater down my arms, could move again, and felt it just hanging there between my hips and the car I was leaning against before dropping to the ground. I reached around and just held my hands to his arms, let him kiss me, opening my mouth. I was kissing him, not fighting. I was looking around with my eyes. His arms were holding me to himself, curving me to his body by the small of my back. His hands on my bare skin. There was nothing. He leaned back and looked at me, I stood there averting my eyes, glancing down where our hips pressed together. Compliant. "Good girl," he cooed as he was reaching, found the zipper on my skirt. I held my hand over his, this attempt to stop......and then just took my hand away and watched him do it. I literally could feel myself melt as the zipper slid down and the skirt fell onto the pavement. He wrapped his hands around my waist and tucked his fingers into my panties tugging them a little lower, this little bit; then lifting me up, set me on the car right where the window starts. I felt my legs wrap around his waist and my back lean against the window. He held me to himself, I could feel my cunt grinding against his belt buckle. I let my hips rise and fall, he began to kiss me again and I felt myself kiss him back. "That's better." I held to him in just my bra and panties. He let go a little, leaned back, and I was laying back against the window on the side of the car. I looked at him, blank, just watching his hand unclasp my bra, felt it pop open, felt it slide down my arms. I held my arms back, leaned forward, let it fall off me with everything else. I closed my eyes as he leaned down and put his mouth over my nipple, I could feel him suck, feel my nipples tighten and enter into his mouth. God it felt good, his tongue and teeth. I could feel myself respond to his touch, my back arching. I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck to steady myself, let myself drop a little so that my crotch was dry humping his hard cock. I could feel his hair on my chin as he sucked on me. He lifted me right up, and held me to himself just like that, was carrying me. His little girl. What he called me. I hugged my arms around him, and then 'we' walked to the front of the car where he lay me out right on the top of the hood. He set me there and let me lay back. The hood felt so warm against my bare skin. I was laying there just watching him, he was standing and put his hands to his belt. What I Wrote I sat up again and said, "Let me." And I undid his belt, just like before. Sat there on the hood of his car in just my panties. My legs open wide around each side of him. My crotch was completely soaked, the fabric discolored with my cum, the fabric was transparent. You could totally see the line of my cunt. I unhooked his pants and I unzipped his trousers and let them slide down his legs, watched him step out of them. His cock stuck straight out and I wrapped my hand around it, tugged on him a little. "You ARE a little slut you know that." He had his hand cupped over my pussy as I lay back again, teasing me and pulling the fabric aside, sunk his fingers into me. My breath caught in my throat at the suddenness. He hooked his fingers around my panties and I lifted my hips, utterly surrendering, my body was too hungry. I knew I was about to be fucked. I lifted my hips and that feeling of my panties sliding down my legs, peeling off wet from my cunt, already shiny with cum. The warmth of the metal on my skin, how smooth. My body naked before him, the look of his eyes as he looked at me. My soft blonde hairs rising from between my legs, all that was covering me from him. A little bit of hair. My pink nipples, tight and sticking straight out, aching to be sucked and touched and squeezed. So hungry. I simply lay there, the sun was gone, the night sky I was beginning to see the stars emerge. Orion, I could always recognize Orion. The moon off to one side, this pale arc in the sky. I simply lay back, his hands drifting all around my bare skin, touching, teasing, squeezing. His mouth on me, his kisses. I looking up at the stars. It was just at that moment that I felt his cock slide right up into me. I let it happen. I was scared, but like I said - fear and pleasure. It felt the same now to me. I wanted both now. I knew that, from this moment on. I was on a ride that I couldn't get off. At the top of the roller coaster. I wanted it, nothing I could do. He was already in me. I was so angry, so aroused. I could feel my body seeking him out, lifting my hips, adjusting my body for him, allowing him to sink into me as deeply as he could, as deep as I could get him inside. Felt the head of his cock right inside my tummy, felt him moving. I stretched out long, lifted my arms above my head, curled them into my hair and let out this delicious long sigh, moan. Being fucked. Fucking. The warm darkness, the stars. Delicious. I loved being filled. I remembered that. The five cocks, how it felt. How it was better after each one, how different. Each one. Yet the same. Slippery, hard, smooth. It had been too long. I was hungrier than I realized. And the feeling of my vagina opening wide letting him in, feeling him bumping against my crotch, right up into me, feeling my clit touching the base of his cock. That exquisite bump. His arms wrapped around me and his mouth at my ear, his body leaning over me, holding me. The feeling of his breath on me. "What you wanted." He said gently, "You're going to cum little girl.. No lies." And we pulled at one another, held one another. Rising and falling, his cock entering me completely and then drawing out again. My cunny holding him, sucking, pressing and rocking. Keeping him in me, not letting go. He was moving faster, holding me, kissing me. Squeezing. I kissed him back, completely giving myself just then. Not believing the feeling in me. My breasts sliding against the fabric of his shirt. Looking down in the dark and seeing our hips together. That feeling, inside, him up inside of me. The tide between us rising, until.....He was pounding me. Driving into me so hard I was sliding up the hood of the car, and feeling him pull me back down again. Over and over. I lay there yielding, accepting everything that was happening to me. And looking at that night sky, that beautiful night sky, at his ear held up by me, at his eyes. Twinkling in the dark. His teeth, so white. The look of his face, his warmth just then, his words. Lust. The roughness of his cheek when he scratched against me. His smell, the sheen of sweat that covered us. I was simply melting into him now. Feeling everything, and I rocked against him, lifting my cunny, rubbing my cunt against him, pressing as hard as I could, letting him fuck into me as deeply as he could. "Oh goooood. So gooood," I was moaning out. "Ohh God. Make me cum, make me cum. Let me feel you." Whispering into his ear. Listening to his low growls. My whole body was stiffening, sucking in breath. Ragged gasps. His mouth on mine. I could feel myself squeezing his cock as hard as I could. Making him open me up, violate me every time he pushed into me. Tight. Exquisite, that feeling of my cunt opening each time, each thrust. Until I was just shaking on the hood of that car, shaking my hips as fast as I could until I couldn't breath and this wave of pleasure covering me, running up my spine, enveloping me. I was cumming. "Oh god, I'm cumming," pulling him against me and kissing him hard. I bit his lip. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to mark him, leave evidence. I started scratching my nails into him, reaching up into his shirt, drew my nails down his bare back. And as I did this he cried out, and I could feel him filling me, could feel HIM cumming too. The slick slipperiness of his cock in me, getting all squishy, the pulsing of his cock, could feel it up in my belly. His cum spraying in burst after burst. I could hear us slapping together, soaking wet between our legs. Ribbons of cum, we were cumming. I remember thinking, he's in me. He's right up inside of me. I could picture his cock all shiny and sliding up inside my tummy and I started to curl myself, wrap around him, and hold myself to him. Forgetting everything. Memory.. ...nothing mattered. I was a body, nothing mattered. His body. This asshole, fucker. Fucking me. Until I lay there, felt him softening inside of me, but holding him there - I still didn't want to let him go. Our breathing settling, becoming more measured. Our tummies touching, all slippery, our hips held together, my legs open wide around each side of him. I felt him rise away from me, and then I let him go, saw him standing upright while still holding his cock against me, could still feel him up inside me, looking down at me. Down between our legs. Our crotches pressed together, my legs held wide. My tummy shining with sweat. My breasts fallen on each side of me. My hand reaching out and touching us where we met, where we were one. Our tangle of hair. I saw his face......my naked body beneath him. Blood on his cheek from his lower lip where I bit him. My senses flooding back to me, seeing him. He backing away from me, feeling our bodies part. Feeling our roles flood back into us. This teacher standing there without his pants. We looking at each other, knowing this had gone to far. He backing away, me rolling to my side and curling up in a ball. His hand on my hip, stroking me softly. Me letting him. And that voice, coming from somewhere, "You ok. You ok. You ok?" *************** He found my clothes for me. He dressed me. I let him. I even let him comb my hair out. He touched my cheek. He drove me to my house. I went in the back door and up to my room. He gave me an A for English class. I got a 4.0 for the year. I don't know how many times we fucked that year, I lost count. To this day whenever I'm fucking, I see the night sky, the stars from the hood of that car. And Orion. youbadboy ******************** What I Wrote Well Saturday... early in the afternoon, went to Shannon's.. we had some games... fun to be able to play with them... haha...yahtzee, ummm .....twister. Fun! By the time we knew it, it was already time to eat... and we had a party that nite!! We spent hours getting ready. I was so cute! So off we went and when I reached there... Ooh, surprise! David, Josh, Jeff, a bunch of guys I had no idea who they were. Parents were out for the weekend. I never done it before. Oh and Janie!! She was looking hot. We had ice breaker... heh, Janie was in charge and she decided to play Truth, dare, double dare or fire in the barn. So... it all started from the oldest to the youngest.... Mmm.... I was youngest, just turned 18! There was a lot of.. 'ahem' going on... I was giggling uncontrollably... lots of cheeky questions flying around with some truth discovered... and had some good dares too... it was fun... *winks* Shannon kissed David for one minute, and then we moved it upstairs, cause too many people were there. She just about fainted (never kissed like that before!) We kept playing. I asked, "What's Fire in the Barn?" Janie gave me this look. "Go in the closet, and then yell ‘fire in the barn.' You'll see." Giggles. I still like didn't know. Peels of laughter. I didn't want to seem dumb. "Ok," I said and I went in there. Yelled, "Fire in the barn." Door opened and closed, it was Matt. Oh my Gawd! Matt!! He's whispers "Hi, where's the fire?" "What?" I said. But then he just kissed me, I let him. Oh my God it was so good, dark, good. He started to rub my boobs, and I never felt like I did just then. My heart was beating so fast, and I just kissed harder. We were like forever. Someone was yelling ‘time' I left and everyone watching me. They all saw me, my face felt hot, someone said, "Well, looks like HE started a fire." I couldn't talk. We played and played and played, until we were all red, our ears glowed. Someone brought up some rum, and we were sipping from cups. I was dizzy. Two of the girls left. Then Shannon. I realized I was the only one. I was giggling. "I'm the only girl." After that the dares were to take off articles of clothing. And I kept staying. Too much fun.... I took my top off, then Shannon came back in. Ben excused himself, and sat on the bed to watch. He drank too much and Shannon watched with delight... *winks* as Matt took off his shirt, all bare chested. He looked so good, and I had kissed him in the closet!! There were more guys than me and Shannon, and they were all focused on US! Taking off OUR clothes. We couldn't keep up!! I don't know what got into us - but we got all naked. Then they wanted us to dance, and we danced for them, laughing and holding hands. They all had boxers, some T shirts on and I could see them boys, all of them. Nothing to the imagination. They kept giving us sips of rum. It was Shannon's turn, and she looks at me, "Truth, Dare or Double Dare!" I call out, "Double Dare!" "Um, you have to give David a blow job," pointing at his cock sticking up from his boxers, "for one minute." I went, "No Way!" "Matt you have to strip naked though." He got up and did. Standing there. So I got on my knees, swaying and put my mouth right over his penis. And I did it!! sucked on him for one minute. Sort of held him in my mouth more like. And everyone watching me, all quiet. When next I says, "someone needs to lick Shannon's pussy! Someone who never has seen a girl naked before! Be honest." Two guys raised their hands and Shannon laid back covering her eyes. "One Minute!!" But while Josh was licking her, I felt a hand on my hips starting to rub me, and then a mouth on my neck. "Wait!" I was saying twisting, swatting this hand away. "Not your turn." Then I heard someone calling, "games over," and two more hands were over my body, and another of the guys leaned over Shannon and started sucking her tits. "Wait. Games not over!" I was looking around, and there were these cocks all around me. I was "Wait wait wait!" And my body felt so fucking aroused. A voice, "Get on all fours." "No!!" I'm squirming and these hands turning me over, lifting me, positioning me; and I felt a cock pressing up inside me. Oh my god, this was out of control. I looked over and Shannon was on her back with David laying over her, I could see his whole body moving up and down on her. Could see his cock slipping right into her between her legs. She had her mouth open, sort of smiling. It was then I felt the cum spray into me, and then another cock fucking me. I lay down flat on my tummy on the floor, he was heavy, and felt this shock of hair pressing down onto the flat of my ass, and pressing into me, god I was so tight. I looked back. It was Ben. When did he take his clothes off? And then a cock at my mouth, I started to suck again. Another penis. They were all going to fuck me AND Shannon. She stayed on her back , and I finally rolled over right next to her.....David came over and lay between my legs, slid right into me. I was smiling at him, he took out a marker and wrote FUCK TOY right across the top of my breasts. FUCK on my right......TOY on my left. I laughed and covered my eyes, "That better come off," I said. When we were done, everyone was just laying together, and our clothes everywhere. I got fucked five times!! And so did Shannon. The house was empty. We locked the door to the room, anyway someone did. We fell asleep awhile I think. I felt all sticky, my hair was a mess and I pulled my clothes on. My tummy felt just incredible, sore, but god just incredible. I squeezed my legs together and felt like I was going to cum again. We vowed never to tell anybody. But no one there goes to this school. It was the most memorable night of my entire life.