Love, Lust, Molest

Part 1

     Daysia knew from the first moment she met her eleventh grade Geometry teacher she had to have him. She knew it wasn't hard to accomplish with her milk chocolate skin, toned body and perky breast. From previous experiences she knew she could get any man or boy she wanted, but she never chose, not until now. Now her body ached and her pussy throbbed just from the sound of his voice.
     "Do we have to start every class this way?" Mr. Anderson asked. "I know everyone is eager to go home but can we please be seated." Mr. Anderson chimed, trying to settle his class.
     Daysia could see the frustration on his face. It was almost the second semester and everyone was still acting as if it was the first day. Mr. Anderson sat behind his desk rubbing the anger out of his eyes.
     "Is everything ok Mr. A?" Daysia asked.
     She was now standing in front of him, with her hands palm down on his desk while her arms slightly pressed her breast together, revealing her cleavage. Her soft voice pushing all his anger away. He gazed unable to take his attention off her. She knew what she was doing and couldn't help it. She lust for him so deeply. "Mr. Anderson." She called, this time a bit louder, but not enough to be heard by the rest of the class.
     "Yes Ms. Mckinley" he responded forcing himself to look away.
     "Is everything okay" she asked again this time hoping for an answer.
"Yes I'm fine."
      He looked in her eyes seeing nothing but an innocent sixteen year old girl. Or was it lust? No it couldn't be. But what if it was? He pushed the thought away. All the thoughts, including the one of her breast in his mouth, sucking her nipples as if being nursed as she moaned in his ear, yes the very thoughts he wanted so badly to come true.
     "I need help with a homework assignment and was wondering if you could help me after school."
She spoke quickly afraid of his response.
     "Yes, 3:45 final bell." He answered wanting to say no, scared of what would happen if left alone with her, but he was curious. And curiosity got the best of his sensible judgment.
     Mr. Anderson was Caucasian, tall, medium muscular build. He was fresh out the military and has always wanted to teach. After four years of serving his country he felt it was enough, and he had the body to prove it. He was now twenty-five having the most intimate thoughts about one of his sixteen year old students'. And the thoughts kept coming. He couldn't control it; he wanted the thoughts to stop.
     He sat behind his desk thinking of how gorgeous she was with her dark, long kinky hair and her plump ass. He wanted to pull that hair while she rode him until she came wrapping her tight pussy around his dick. He shivered at the thought, of how good that would feel if it was to really happen. He wanted to taste her, smell her, feel her and he had just agreed to see her. Alone.
     Time stood still, he swore it was 3:20 ten minutes ago. For some reason he was anxious, she gave him butterflies. He has never felt this way about anyone let alone one of his students.
     Three forty five came, but it couldn't come soon enough. Daysia waited in her seat until the classroom was empty and quiet then she got up and walked towards the door. Fear washed over him, all he knew was he didn't want her to leave. She closed the door. He sighed with relief.
     "So what assignment are you having problems with?" he asked trying to calm his voice but his words were strained.
     She could hear the nervousness in his voice and it turned her on.
Daysia has never done anything remotely to what she was planning on doing today. Not even close. She has never had sex let alone let anyone touch her forbidden zones, but here she was seducing her teacher wanting Mr. Anderson to do a lot more.
     Daysia pulled up a chair and sat beside him at his desk. She pulled out her books from her backpack placing them on his desk. He sat; quiet, afraid to speak, afraid of what he might say. So he just watched her, waiting. She opens the book to page 58.
     "Number four." She said planting one hand on his thigh and the other at her text book.
     His face flushed red, his heart raced, and his penis hardened, the hardest it has ever been. He could feel the sensitivity of it as it rubbed against his pants.
     Daysia pushed her hair to the side with her head leaning to one side allowing the length of her neck to show. He stared, wanting her to see him, wanting to be caught, wanting her to know.
     "Number four. I don't understand the formula." She repeated this time looking at him sliding her hand further up his thigh. He let out a quiet moan but in the empty classroom it seemed to echo.
     "Don't"
     Mr. Anderson's voice came only as a whisper. He was losing control. He felt it over powering him. He tried to fight it, a fight he was willing to lose, and he couldn't fight it any longer. She had heard his moan, his meaningless don't. It was now pointless to deny the passion that came over him. He grabbed her lifting her out of her chair.
     "Why the hell are you doing this me?" He said as he pressed her back against the chalk board.
      His voice shook with every word.
     "Kiss me." She said. He kissed her, hard, swallowing all the sweetness her lips had to offer. She kissed him back with the same intensity wrapping her legs around his waist allowing him to take control. She could feel his penis pressing against her pussy making her moan loudly. Or was it him? She didn't care; she needed him, wanting nothing more.
     He moved his hand up the length of her thigh feeling the soft and smooth skin that lay under her skirt.
I came this far, he thought. Using one hand to support her he raised his hand to cup a handful of her soft round breast. He fought back the orgasm he felt growing closer. Not before I could feel inside her. He knew that it would end if he came too quickly, he hadn't even taste her yet. But the warmth that radiated from between her thighs, the force of her kiss, and the feel of her was all too great.
     He pulled away staring, wondering.
What the hell am I doing?
She stood tall almost as tall as him but so innocent. It scared him.
     "It's okay." She stated calmly.
      How could she be so calm?
     "Sit down." She commanded pointing at his chair behind him.
      He obeyed, loving every minute of it.
      Slowly she walked towards him than sitting on his desk top directly across from him.
     He saw embarrassment in her eyes as she placed a foot on both sides of him giving him the perfect view of her swollen pussy hidden under her red laced panties, her sweet nectar seeping through.
     The room stood silent.
     He tried to swallow but his mouth was dry and he wasn't able to speak.
She stared back caressing her breast moaning with every movement. She lowered a hand to her moist spot that craved for attention. He followed her hand; wanting to taste her, licking up all her juices until there was nothing left. The aroma alone made him shake. He closed his eyes hoping his orgasm would retreat.
     She pulled her panties to one side revealing herself, juices flowed from her as she moaned, rubbing her middle finger over the ball of her clit.
He was losing control again this time he didn't fight it, he gave in sweeping his tongue over the folds of her wet inviting pussy. She fucked his tongue feeling pleasure she has never felt before, and still she wanted more. She wanted everything Mr. Anderson had to offer.
      With his hands on her waist Mr. Anderson hungrily licked her pussy from her clit to her hole inserting his tongue in and out of her tunnel. She taste sweet and smelt of raspberry. She pushed his face into her groin holding on to his hair. He felt as if he was about to explode. He unzipped his pants and exposed his manhood, stroking it with long hard strokes. He knew if he kept this up he wouldn't be able to get no more than a couple of pumps in her.
      Daysia moans grew louder as she vibrated with ecstasy, close to climax. He sucked her clit vigorously waiting for a mouthful of her sweet cum. Still stroking his penis, her pussy pulsated in his mouth. He was close, but he needed her to cum first. She arched her back screaming his name as she came.            He came with her unloading in his hand.
     He laid on her thigh ashamed that he couldn't wait.
     "What was that?" Daysia asked breaking the silence.
     "What?" Mr. Anderson sat up now confused, seeing fear in her eyes.
     He put his dick back into his pants.
    "That feeling, it was amazing. I have never felt that before."
     He laughed. "Are you a virgin?" He asked bluntly.
     She stood up off the desk fixing her clothes not wanting to make eye contact.
     He grabbed her shoulders turning her to face him. She was scared; what if he rejected me now.
    "Is it a problem?" She asked pushing him away trying to remain in control.
"No." he replied. He sat back down not wanting to seem over joyed.
Daysia fixed herself confused about what to do next.
"Bye Mr. Anderson."
"No wait"
"No bye." And with that she left, left him wondering.
     The next day at school all Mr. Anderson could think about was the day before. He couldn't get Daysia off his mind. The sound of her moans still rung in his ear. Now the images of her were intensified. He couldn't wait for another moment with her; her soft skin, her smell, her taste gave him a rush. He could still smell and taste her on his lips. He wasn't sure of the way he felt for her and he wanted so much more probably more then she could offer. His dick grew harder with the thoughts making it very difficult for him to teach his classes.
     The day seemed to drag and fourth block couldn't come fast enough, he couldn't wait to see her again.
Daysia walked into the class planting a hand on Mr. Anderson's shoulder, snapping him out of his daydream.
     "Hello Mr. A." Daysia calmly greeted. Mr. Anderson cleared his throat to speak but before he could Daysia walked to her desk. She sat there looking at him letting him know that she was thinking about the moment they spent together.
     This made his erection worst; he gripped his penis and let out a low moan.
     "Daysia may I please speak with you out in the hall." Mr. Anderson asked.
     "Sure." She said calmly as if she had no idea why he would want to speak with her.
      He led Daysia out the door.
     "Class read chapter 14." He spoke before following her and shutting the door behind him.
     "Yes, Mr. Anderson." She asked politely.
     "What?" He asked confused. Did I dream of yesterday? He thought.
     "Why are you doing this to me? Are you seriously trying to fuck with me?" Mr. Anderson asked angrily. Daysia just stood there with a smile on her face. She loved the control.
     "What's funny?" He asked.
     "You are."
     "You're loving this and I'm falling for it." His voice grew low.
     He looked around the hall before speaking again. "I want you."
     "I know, and you can have me whichever way you like."
      He put his hand around her throat and squeezed gently. "Don't say that if you don't mean it."
      There was a small hint of fear in her eyes. Reaching out, she grabbed his dick tightly in one hand; she lowered her voice matching his.
     "Oh, I mean it." He closed his eyes forgetting for just a moment where he was, letting his grip tighten around her throat.
     "When?" He moaned.
     His lust for her grew with every stroke. as she rubbed his dick slowly. But there was nothing he could do about it now. He was still in the middle of fourth block.
     "After Class." This time her voice was shaky. He realized he's hand was still around her throat. "3:45." He said releasing her.