Chapter 1
Stefanie Bradley was still very young when she realized she was very attractive to men. It was the way her history teacher looked at her in the classroom at Plato High, a private school she attended in Lake City. It was the way his fuck-hot eyes glazed her smooth, young legs, her tiny waist, the budding tits, already big and round and pushing deliciously against her tight white sweater.
The way those eyes devoured her sent tingles, electric ripples of pleasure, little sweet sensations, rushing wildly through her fine body.
She wore her school uniform, a short gray skirt, the tight white sweater, blue knee sox, and blue and white saddle shoes. The skirt rode dangerously high on her creamy thighs.
Stefanie knew she had matured during the summer months. Her body had blossomed, grown supple, tight, and she was lovely. Her father had said she had a face like an angel. Indeed, her skin was flawless, smooth, the structure chipped to perfection. Hers was a sweet, angular face framed by long brown curls that licked her shoulders.
Now that she thought about it, the look her father gave her when he compimented her looks was not unlike the anxious stares she was getting from her history teacher, Mr. Hanson.
She was surprised that when class ended he said, "Stefanie, would you stay a moment?"
She waited for the rest of the class to file out. As she sat there, she was gripped suddenly by fear. She hadn't been doing very well in history and she was frightened about what Mr. Hanson might say to her, the extra assignments he might give her.
"You're not doing good work in this class, Stefanie," Mr. Hanson said.
He was a tall man with sandy hair and Stefanie figured him to be near forty. He was ruggedly handsome, thin, but muscular.
"I try, Mr. Hanson," she said. "I really do."
He got up, came around his desk and leaned against the front of it. "You could do so much better," he said.
"Well, I..."
"It would be easy to get A's, Stefanie."
"I have a hard time remembering the dates, Mr. Hanson."
"You don't have to," he said. "I don't?"
"No, you can get an A in my course very easily."
"How?" Stefanie asked quickly.
"Let me show you. Come over here."
Stefanie got out of her desk, her little gray skirt brushing her thighs about six inches above her knees. She patted the front of it, and walked to the front of the room, up to the desk. She stopped a few feet from Mr. Hanson.
"Come a little closer, Stefanie, so I can show you."
She stepped closer, just a foot away from him.
"You want to make an A, don't you, Stefanie?"
"Yes," she whispered, and felt herself tremble.
"Here's how," Mr. Hanson said.
He quickly thrust his hand under her short skirt. It slid between her legs, his fingertips touching the crotch of her snug white panties.
"Mr. Hanson!" Stefanie gasped in fear.
His hand worked magic down there, his fingertips rolling, pressing, prodding her young pussy. Stefanie tried to pull back but was so weak she couldn't move. Then she saw the bulge in his slacks, the way his fly began bloating as if there were a balloon behind it, slowly filling with air.
"Just let me touch you there," Mr. Hanson sighed, rubbing her cunt, which became damp. Her panties grew sticky and gummy to his heated touch.
"Oh, but Mr. Hanson," Stefanie protested.
Then again she looked at that bulge lifting in his pants. Something was big, huge, thumping in there, almost as if it were a fish jumping around.
"Oh, please Mr. Hanson, this isn't."
"Yes, I just want to touch you like this," he whispered.
"It isn't right," Stefanie mumbled.
With his free hand, Mr. Hanson reached out and took her soft little hand and placed it on the billowing hard-on in his slacks. "And you touch me here," he said.
Oh, my God! Stefanie thought. I'm actually touching his prick!
She was lost in a whirlpool of emotions she had never felt before. She knew this was so wrong, but her body was betraying her. It might be wrong, but she couldn't stop it.
"Now put your fingers around it," Mr. Hanson urged.
Stefanie wrapped her fingers around his thumping prick. She touched it through his slacks, squeezed it.
"Yes, just like that," Mr. Hanson burbled.
"But, Mr. Hanson," Stefanie blurted. "I can't do-"
"And what I do," he interrupted, "is stick my hand in your panties."
Stefanie could feel his trembling hand slip under the top of her panties. He plunged it down deep into her fresh, young pussy.
"And you unzip my pants," he added, his voice cracking with passion.
Stefanie was in a daze. She had never fell this way, not ever. And before she knew what she was doing, she had deftly unzipped his fly. Mr. Hanson's mammoth cock leaped out at her.
Stefanie gasped and stared at his cock in fascination. It was the first time she'd seen a man's prick. She felt light-headed, dizzy, as she reached out and clutched the huge cock in her soft, little hand.
"It feels nice, doesn't it, Stefanie?"
She didn't know what to say. "It's so big!" she finally blurted.
"Squeeze it for me," Mr. Hanson commanded as he fish-hooked his finger into her drooling pussy.
Stefanie wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock and squeezed it. Butterflies attacked her stomach as she watched the tip of his trembling prick squirt out a bubble of cum. The white dot hung there on the cock head for a moment, then dropped to the floor in a squishy splat.
She sucked in her breath.
"It looks good, doesn't it?" he asked.
Again she was at a loss for words. Then suddenly she whispered, "Yes! Oh, yes. It does! It's squirting. Why does it-"
"It does that when it's hot. When it's in love. Now move your hand on it."
"like this?" she asked, slicking her hand, her wrist loose and swift, on her teacher's throbbing cock.
"Yes, like that. Jack it off for me!" w
"Jack it off?"
"Yes, when you pump it with your hand like that you're jacking it."
Stefanie's hand slipped in and out on his wildly pounding cock.
Mr. Hanson dipped his finger in and out of her pussy and Stefanie had never felt so good, so excited, so thrilled. Pleasure flooded her senses, rippling through every fiber of her young body.
"And I'm finger-fucking you," Mr. Hanson whispered.
"Yes, I know," she panted.
"Have you done this to yourself, Stefanie?"
She had of course, several times. But she didn't want to admit it.
"You did and you liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes, yes I did," she mumbled.
Mr. Hanson unzipped her skirt at the side, flipped the button through the hole and let the skirt slip to the floor in a puddle around Stefanie's feet. Then he fell to his knees. He licked his tongue along the insides of her marble-smooth thighs, kissed and sucked her damp panties at the crotch.
Then he reached up and hooked his thumbs into the elastic band and slowly drew her panties down over her beautiful pussy. The rich carpet of brown cunt fuzz was thick and u inviting between her legs. He let the panties drop on top of her skirt and Stefanie stood before him in only her blue-and-white saddle shoes, blue knee-sox, and the tight sweater. Her over-ripe tits pushed at the white knit urgently.
Mr. Hanson pasted his face to her pussy, his tongue licking, mouth sucking, gulping at her sweetness.
"Oh! Ah! Ooh!" Stefanie sighed heatedly.
"You like it?" he asked in a muffled voice.
"Yes," she whimpered.
"I'm licking your pretty pussy, Stefanie," he whispered. "I'm eating it."
He turned her around as he gobbled at her cunt, swinging her so she leaned back against his desk. He pried her legs apart so he could have more room for his eager sucking. Stefanie slipped back, ass against the desk, her breath coming in tiny gasps, whimpers, sighs.
Mr. Hanson reached behind her and clutched the alabaster globes of her dream ass. They felt smooth and soft and he held them tightly as he ground his mouth to her sopping cunt.
"What am I doing?" he stammered.
"Oh, Mr. Hanson. You shouldn't be doing it."
"What am I doing?" he repeated. "You're..."
"What?"
"You're licking me!" Stefanie sobbed, setting her feet even farther apart to accommodate his wild sucking.
Mr. Hanson became a madman. His mouth devoured her scrumptious cunt, smacking, sucking, slobbering at her pussy sweetly.
Stefanie fell into a deep swoon of ecstasy. She wanted to cry out, to scream for him to never stop, but she couldn't say anything.
Mr. Hanson's mind twirled in a crazed frenzy. He had never imagined anything so delightful. Nothing had ever hinted at the joy he would feel to be on his knees in the classroom, sucking the pussy of a stunning, brunette student.
His tongue now lapped against Stefanie's cunt. He lapped at it as a dog would lap at the bottom of his food bowl.
Stefanie shuddered, her whole body shook. Her breath choked in her throat. Her legs trembled and her thighs tickled. The nipples on her tits pricked out. Her shoulders quaked and her head lolled to the right, her mouth gaping open. Then she went stiff as an ironing board as Mr. Hanson's darting tongue tipped her clit, clipped it, and nipped it.
"Oh, my!" Stefanie exclaimed, her breath drawn inward in a quick long gasp. "Ooooh!"
It feels, it feels so, so ... ah, ah, ah!"
She had never experienced such an exciting feeling. She loved every shaking second of the triumphant climax. She sighed a final, heart-swelling gasp as her body weakly against the desk, spent and satisfied by Mr. Hanson's tongue.
The teacher stood up, unbuckled his slacks and let them fall. Quickly, he slipped down his shorts. His huge prick slapped back against his belly with a thick thud. It squirted and fizzed.
She marveled at the way his cock stood so stiff and the way his big balls hung between his legs. The head of his big cock fascinated her.
"Here's how you get your A, Stefanie," he said., "You suck it. Suck on it just like it's a Popsicle."
He placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed. Stefanie tumbled weakly to her knees. She clutched his pulsing prick in both hands and locked her lips around the cock head. Small indentions appeared on her creamy cheeks as she sucked his prick. Her mouth locked around his cock, gulping it as if she were a hungry child sucking on an ice cream cone.
"You sweet little bitch," Mr. Hanson moaned. "Come on and suck my cock." Stefanie took his cock deeper into her mouth. She felt it throb and thump, a stick of thick passion. She sucked on it savagely.
"Yes, like that, Stefanie!"
She looked up at him as she sucked his cock. Saw there on his face the pleasure wrinkles. She began pumping her hands on the stalk of his cock as he gulped and sucked on the head.
"You beautiful little prick-sucker," he panted. "You're gonna get your A right now!
He screamed and his cock billowed. Stefanie felt the big cock head expand and squirt in her mouth, shooting a gusher of hot, thick cream down her throat. She gurgled and drank it, supping on the sweet syrup.
"Oh, Jesus!" Mr. Hanson swooned.
Stefanie felt another flush of hot jizz flood her mouth. She couldn't hold it all. Big, thick streams of white cream cascaded down her sweet chin.
"Oh, Stefanie," her teacher mumbled.
His cock continued to bubble and foam, thick and hot, throbbing in Stefanie's hand. The head strained, bulging wildly, spitting out gobs of cum juice into her young mouth.
She finally had to pull back on his cock. She opened her mouth to prevent choking on the glut of prick cream spilling down her throat. As she spit out his cock, a big glob of jizz poured from her mouth and spilled to the floor.
Mr. Hanson's body convulsed in a spasmodic jerk, his head snapping back. He blasted out one more load that splashed on Stefanie's face, her lips, cheeks. Droplets of cum hung from her hair, her forehead. Her face was soaked with the drenching tide erupting from his squirting prick.
"Oh, my sweet darling," Mr. Hanson whispered. "You beautiful little cock-sucker!"
His insistence on calling her names, whispering obscene words, excited her, inflamed her. Stefanie had never heard anyone talk like this before and the hidden deliciousness of the words he spoke made her ass hot as the big dripping cock she held tightly in her hands. She watched his prick recede after his great climax, his cock shrinking in size.
And as she knelt there in front of her teacher, his cock limp in her hands, she kissed the tip of it and felt it billow and rise again. His rock thumped, throbbed, and lifted to a massive hard-on, awesome in its length.
She watched his cock come alive. It soared in her hands.
His cock pulsed, trembled, shook, and became a towering pillar of passion. She kissed the prick head again, smacking it with her cum-drenched lips.
"Stand up, Stefanie," Mr. Hanson ordered.
She let loose of his stiff prick. It snapped back and wobbled as she got up on her feet and stood next to her teacher. He turned her so her ass was pressed against the desk, then lifted her up so she sat on the edge of it. Then he took her legs and lofted them over his shoulders and leveled his huge cock on Stefanie's ripe, juicy pussy.
"Now we're gonna fuck, Stefanie," he whispered. "Have you ever fucked before?"
"No," she gasped.
He inserted just the head of his prick into her pussy, rubbing it up and down her slick cunt slit. Then he slipped his prick into her, just an inch at first, and humped back and forth in tiny fuck-strokes.
"Oh," Stefanie whined. "Oooooooh!"
"Do you like that?" he asked.
Stefanie wanted to cry out that it was wrong, that he should stop. But she had never experienced such a thrilling feeling as that which now gripped her body. She could not ask him to stop.
"Do you like it?" Mr. Hanson asked again.
"Yes I do!" she finally blurted.
Stefanie's face was still dripping with come as she looked down at the action between her legs. Mr. Hanson's steel-hard prick pumped in and out of her pussy like a well-oiled piston. She noticed the length of the shaft and how he had pushed it in her cunt only a couple of inches. The sight of it going in and out of her pussy sent shivers through her cunt.
She leaned back, her hands flat on the desk behind her. Her legs were hooked around his shoulders and Mr. Hanson pushed his big prick deeper into her cunt.
"Oh," she murmured.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"No," she sighed. After all, she'd had three or four fingers in her pussy on several occasions when she finger-fucked it.
"We're fucking, Stefanie," he whispered.
Stefanie was racked with passion. "Yes!"
"Tell me that's what we're doing," he begged.
"We're fucking!" Stefanie yelled.
"Oh, god yes!" he panted.
He was a wild animal now as he thrust his plundering prick deeper into her gummy cunt.
"Tell me how much you like it," he moaned.
"I ... I ... Oh, Mr. Hanson ... it's wonderful!" she breathed hotly.
He was fucking her good now, ramming his cock in and out of Stefanie's sucking cunt. The drippy, sticky, wet cunt gripped his cock like a plunger.
"Oh, Stefanie, my sweetheart," he swooned. "Mr. Hanson! Mr. Hanson! I'm ... oh m..."Are you cuming?"
"Oh, it feels so good. It feels so nice!" she gurgled.
Her head rolled on her shoulders. Her eyes went back and her tongue wagged at the corner of her lips.
"Come on, Stefanie. Cum on!"
"Yes, yes!" she hollered. "I'm cuming!"
Her body went stiff as she shuddered in a violent climax. Mr. Hanson's prick stretched to its limits and filled her eager young pussy with a geyser of cum cream.
"Oh, shit! Jesus this is ... oh fuck!" he whined.
Stefanie's breath choked in her throat as she tried to yell, to scream, to holler in pleasure. But all she could do was fall back spent on the desk.
Mr. Hanson withdrew and they both composed themselves. Stefanie was weak. She'd never felt so good. He wiped the sticky cum from her face, and Stefanie pulled on her panties and straightened her little uniform.
"You certainly deserve an A in this course, Stefanie," Mr. Hanson said, zipping up his slacks.
"It's because you are such a good teacher, Mr. Hanson," Stefanie whispered shyly.