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MY TEACHER IS A PERVERT (mf Mf anal)
Written by Ossified
Comments welcome to ossified@hushmail.com
Editing support provided by Daibhidh
Chapter 1
Can't believe what a total pervert my teacher is. I shouldn't have
flashed him though. That's probably what would get him so eager to fuck
me. It seems obvious now, but that was a year ago and I was only
thirteen, no hips, my chest flat as a board. I never thought Mr.
Lambson got his jollies from ogling little schoolgirls like that. I
mean, he's what? Forty-two? That's like... thirty years older than me
or something. Really ancient.
All I wanted was to show him my dad had given me a spanking. You know;
to get some sympathy from my good old teacher. Okay, so maybe I wanted
to shock him a bit too, but I was still too young to know what I was
doing. So I bent over and flipped my skirt up, letting him see my
undies and my sore, red bum-cheeks. He didn't seem sorry for me at all
though. Just got all worked up instead. Groped my arse, which hurt like
hell by the way, mumbling that my dad had given me 'a right thrashing'.
Like it was a good thing. He got this great big hard-on too. Prat!
Not that he ever did anything else, mind. Not then. He kept his hands
to himself, and never tried to hit on me or anything. It still made me
kind of wary though, and after that I noticed how he kept ogling us
girls. Never really saw that before, but now it seemed, like, totally
obvious. I began to feel like I was surrounded by all these creepy old
men whenever I went to school. Still, I think Mr. Lambson was the worst
of my teachers.
I've never been much for school anyway. One thing is the school
uniform, which totally sucks. I mean, grey pleated skirt, white blouse,
navy V-neck jumper and kneesocks! How boring can you get? Not to
mention the tie. We all hate the tie. They even restrict our knickers
to white cotton ones. Can you believe that? These old pervs actually
sat down and decided what knickers we should wear. Unbelievable!
The uniform isn't the worst part though. Not for me anyway. The worst
part is maths and science. It's just so *boring*. Can't believe they
make you learn that stuff. It's not that I don't try. Well, I suppose
it's partly that, but it's also that I just can't seem to get the hang
of it. I think I have that number-reading disorder thing they talk
about. Maths just doesn't make any sense to me.
So when the new term started, I was beginning to worry that I wouldn't
pass. Now, anyone who knows my dad would see that his daughter failing
school would *not* be a good thing. He'd probably give me such a
spanking I wouldn't be able to sit for days.
That's what he did last time I showed him my report card. Just took one
look at it, and started shouting at me. Then I had to get over his
knees, while my goody two-shoes sister, who never *ever* does anything
wrong, agreed to hold my ankles. She's such a suck-up. Dad must have
smacked me ten times on my knickers before he yanked them down and gave
me another twenty. All the while, little miss goody two-shoes is
staring up at my twat like it's some kind of novelty. You can see why I
didn't want my dad to know how I was doing at school. I had to do
something to fix it.
So a couple of months ago I went to talk to Mr. Lambson. Since I go to
this posh public school, I thought he might give me special lessons or
something just so they wouldn't loose money if I had to move to a
school where they actually teach you something. Well he certainly gave
me special lessons, but I still suck at maths and science. Fucking
pervert! I'll pass though. Mr. Lambson will make sure of that. He'd
better, after all the stuff I've let him do.
Chapter 2
So I knock on Mr. Lambson's door and tell him what's bothering me. I
tell him, like, *everything*. How I have problems with school and
especially with his subjects. I tell him about my dad and the spankings
too. Really laying myself bare, even crying a bit so he'll get the
picture. But instead of comforting me, the old goat gets all huffy and
starts to call me 'young lady' and 'miss', instead of Sarah. And all
the while I can see he's checking me out. He's, like, sooo obvious with
his eyes roaming up and down my legs. I'm surprised he doesn't ask me
to bend over and flash my knickers for him. Keeps staring at my tits
too.
"So young lady, you've finally found out that your academic
achievements are, how shall I put it..., less than could be desired?
I've been trying to tell you so for a long time. And what, pray tell
me, do you want me to do about it? I can't see any avenues of approach
I have not already tried when it comes to teaching you mathematics."
I swear to God he actually says 'pray tell me'. Pompous old git! Of
course I don't want to piss him off or anything, so I go along with his
self-righteous crap. If I can just get him to offer me some extra
tutoring I'm sure I'll manage to pass.
"Look, Mr. Lambson. I'm really sorry and all, but maths is just so
*hard*. I try... I really do. It's just that, well..., it sort of won't
stick. I feel like I get it, and then it just kind of slips away. If
you could just spare me some time... Maybe I could come to your office
a few hours after school, and you could help me a bit. You know, with
maths and science and stuff."
As soon as I say this, I just *know* what he's thinking. It's not like
I mean to offer him, like... sex or anything, but you can see his tiny
brain go into overload. He isn't really thinking about helping me at
all. He's kind of... all drooling, only not really 'cause that would
have looked funny. The look in his eyes gets kind of like Andrew's did
when I said I'd let him fuck me in the school loo. All glassy and
staring, but not really seeing me.
That's when I know Mr. Lambson is going to come up with some creepy
suggestion to let me pass my maths. Well he's damned well going to have
to ask me! It's not like I'm going to offer it myself. I mean, I know a
little schoolgirl like me must be pretty awesome for a perv like Mr.
Lambson, so I'm not going to serve my twat to him on a plate.
"Hmm... maybe that's not such a bad idea, Sarah. I do take an interest
in all my girls you know, and you are special to me. I'd hate to see
you fail. A few, um, special lessons may well be what you need."
Yeah right! Now he's back to calling me 'Sarah'. And that 'you're
special to me' shit? He thinks this is a subtle hint? Like it will
gradually dawn on my dim little schoolgirl brain that he wants to shag
me?
"Oh thank you, Mr. Lambson. Thank you very much. You're sooo kind."
"Yes, well. I'm sure you'll be pleased with the extra lessons. As long
as I'm pleased with your, um... efforts. You would have to do some...
well, how shall I put this... extra credit work?"
God, he's just so pathetic. The sorry bastard can't even say he's
desperate to screw me. Trying to be all coy, like I don't know already.
'Extra credit work', my ass.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Mr. Lambson. Extra credit work?"
I twirl my hair and look at the floor. I try my best to look
embarrassed, but it's really hard since I almost start to giggle. I
think Mr. Lambson likes this though, since he kind of pulls himself
together. Feels bolder with such a timid little schoolgirl in front of
him, probably. Older guys are such suckers for the whole innocence act.
"Well, this will take up a lot of my time, Sarah. And you are a very
pretty girl. There may be, um, things you can do for me that will make
it worth my while. I want you to go home now and think about this. And
don't be scared. I'll be very gentle, alright?"
Either Mr. Lambson is a moron, or he thinks I am. It couldn't have been
clearer if he'd spelled out F-U-C-K in red chalk on the blackboard, and
he still thinks it needs to sink in. So I act all confused and leave.
Bet he wanked off afterwards.
Chapter 3
I have quite a bit of fun the rest of the week. Since Mr. Lambson
turned out to be such a dirty old man, I really try my best to tease
him. I'm not all that subtle either. When you're a young girl in a
school uniform, it's, like, *amazingly* easy to turn on these old
pervs. All you have to do is prance around a bit, actually. It's not
like you have to make an effort.
One thing I do is sit in class and show him my knickers. I take off my
shoes and sit in my kneesocks. Then I tuck my feet up next to my bum on
the seat. Like I'm really cramped and need to change positions. Only I
spread my heels a lot on the chair and hug my knees. That way my calves
make this teasing little triangle all draped in my pleated skirt. And
of course, between my feet you can see my white cotton panties all
tight and stretched over my twat.
The look on Mr. Lambson's face when I raise my hand and he comes over
to help me, is priceless. The old perv just kind of gurgles. Almost has
his head in my textbook trying to get a better look. Can't believe
Jenny doesn't notice. I mean, she's sitting right next to me. When I
ask if she's seen, Jenny just shrugs and starts talking about something
else. I mean, I know she's popular with the boys and everything, but
Jenny is just weird sometimes.
Once or twice I pretend to drop a pencil or a book too, bending down to
show Mr. Lambson my bum. A lot of the girls do that to the teachers.
Hannah does it all the time. You know - just for fun. But I can still
tell Mr. Lambson almost has a heart attack when he gets a good look up
my skirt. I wriggle my bum a bit too, just for effect. When I leave,
he's kind of staggering towards his office.
Mr. Lambson does manage to cop a feel in the hall, which totally pisses
me off. The pervert just reaches under my skirt and gropes my bum. He
catches me off guard, and he gets a handful of my ass before I realize
it's him and not Andrew. I slap his wrist really hard, and he kind of
whimpers. Mr. Lambson really has no manners at all.
Since Mr. Lambson thinks I'm a dimwit, he deems it necessary to remind
me I have to be in his office on Monday so he can molest me. The prat
just walks up to me in the schoolyard and tells me to be in his office
after school for his 'special lessons'. Jesus! In front of my friends
too. So I tell them, of course. I tell Hannah, Jenny and Katherine all
about Mr. Lambson and how I'm going to get through maths and science
class.
These girls really are the coolest to hang out with, which is why I
tell them in the first place. I mean, Hannah always does these really
awesome things, and she's just so outrageous. So I think, maybe they'll
like that I'm doing something daring as well. But Hannah and Jenny just
kind of shrug, which pissed me off a bit. It totally grosses Katherine
out though, but that's more or less the part she plays in the group.
Without her around, God knows what Hannah would be up to.
By the end of the week, all this teasing and flashing is kind of
getting to me. It's sticky in my knickers all the time, and my pussy
needs some attention. While Andrew may not be the most sensitive guy
around, he is two years older and kind of cute. I know he likes me, and
we've done it a few times before. So I ask him if he wants to do it
during lunch break, and he's, like, all over me in a second. So I sneak
him into the girl's loo and we lock ourselves in a stall. He
immediately starts feeling me up, slobbering all over me.
"Christ, Sarah. You're so hot. Can't believe you'd let me shag you in
the loo again. Look, I brought a condom just for you. You know, so I
wouldn't have to pull out this time."
Yeah, right! Bet he brought that condom for me! Andrew pretty much
fucks any girl in school who will let him, and that seems to be a
surprising number of us. I'm kind of glad he's got the condom though.
He left my knickers in a right mess last time. Made me wank him off in
them, which was kind of hot but really sticky for the rest of the day.
"Well, go on. Do it then."
I bend over the loo and grab hold of the water tank, wriggling my arse
in his face so he'll get a move on. Andrew just flips up my skirt and
pulls my knickers down to my knees. And then he's grabbing hold of his
dick and pushing it into my cunt from behind. I'm really glad I'm
horny, because he doesn't even stop to check if I'm ready for him. I'm
so wet, I'm practically cumming already.
"Jesus, Sarah. You're so tight. I'm gonna, umpf... fuck
your...nnnggg... brains out."
I'm so horny I don't care that Andrew is giving me that dopey porn talk
shit. I don't really care that lots of other girls can hear us either.
I'm just moaning and grunting while Andrew pounds into my pussy, and it
takes no time at all for me to cum. Then Andrew gets kind of erratic,
and the way his cock is jerking in my twat, I know he's filling the
condom with sperm.
Afterwards he's a real asshole about the whole thing, of course. He
always is. Can't believe I let him do this. He just pulls out and
tosses the rubber on the floor so anyone using the stall will know
what's been going on. Then he zips up and leaves without shutting the
door. I'm standing there, bent over the loo and gasping, with my
knickers down and my fucked twat practically sticking out the door.
There are these really young girls - like ten or eleven years old -
outside the stall staring at me. They just can't believe their eyes;
glancing down at the rubber that's leaking cum all over the tiles. I
slam the door in their face, but when I pull up my knickers and leave,
I realize I feel a lot better. Andrew may be dickhead, but he is a good
fuck.
Chapter 4
It's Monday, so I go over to the old perv's office after school so he
can do me. When I knock on the door there's, like, a thousandth of a
second before he yells 'come in'.
"Sarah. I'm so glad you decided to do this."
He's totally checking me out again, getting up and walking around his
desk while his eyes are glued to my tits. You can see he really fancies
me, rubbing his dick through his trouser pocket. I kind of look down
and scrape the carpet with my foot, like I'm really embarrassed or
something.
"Well, Mr. Lambson. Since you think I'm a pretty girl and all, I'd
really like to make this worth your while. And you did promise to be
gentle."
The old perv doesn't waste a second. Suddenly his hands are all over my
jumper, feeling my tits while he's practically drooling down my
cleavage. Not that there's much cleavage to see. Especially not with a
blouse and jumper on. It seems to be enough for Mr. Lambson though.
"Oh God, Sarah. You're such a horny little schoolgirl. I can't wait to
see those tight panties of yours again. The shows you put on for me...
Jesus! I almost blew my load all over your pretty little school
uniform."
He's talking to me like I'm some schoolgirl slut in a porno film, and
all the while he's got his dick out, poking my tummy and dribbling goo
all over my jumper. He's kind of rubbing up against me, trying to get
his cock under my skirt, and yet he can't bear taking his hands off my
tits and ass so he's trying to do this by just moving his hips. I'm
guessing he's so horny he'll cum all over my knickers in no time, but
amazingly he manages to hold off.
"Why Mr. Lambson, you're sooo kind. I can't believe you like me this
much. You're so handsome and all."
He actually believes this, slipping his hand down the back of my
knickers to grope my ass. He's managed to get his dick between my legs,
and he's moving between my thighs, pressing his cock against my
knickers. It's like he's using my thighs to jerk off against my twat,
and he's just so desperate to get off on me.
"I'll... I'll be gentle like I promised, Sarah. I won't do anything
you're uncomfortable with."
Like I'm even comfortable having his grubby paws all over me! Still, I
know I'll have to go through with this if I want to pass his stupid
classes. Probably not just this once either. If he's almost cumming as
soon as I walk into his office, there's no way he'll leave me in peace
after this, right?
"Maybe I could..., um, wank you off Mr. Lambson? You know: rub your
thing a bit? And then you could cum on my knickers. You like my
knickers, don't you? You'd really like it if I made you squirt on my
panties, right?"
I'm thinking that this is, like, the least disgusting thing I can get
away with. Although I'd let him fuck me if he'd asked, he doesn't know
that, so he just kind of blabbers on about my undies and how he wants
to 'shower them in spunk'. Can you believe he said that to a fourteen-
year-old schoolgirl? Fucking pervert. Anyway, he agrees to this so I
just grab his cock beneath my skirt, and Mr. Lambson lifts the hem so
he can see me jerking him off.
I grab his dick really hard, since most guys seem to like that a lot.
Then I move my hand up and down. It's not exactly hard to do this. A
complete idiot would manage. Yet Mr. Lambson keeps telling me what a
good little girl I am, which totally pisses me off.
"Jesus Christ Sarah. I can't, ummmgf... believe you're wanking me off.
Uuuhhh.... You're such a pretty little schoolgirl. I can't wait to,
unggghhh... spunk all over your, ...oh God... tight little...
uunnggff.... panties."
I'm thinking - since Mr. Lambson is an older guy and everything - that
he'll be able to keep this up for a while. But I've just grabbed his
thing, and the git cums like a fucking volcano all over my face and my
school uniform.
It's like, I'm trying to get him to shoot off on my knickers and all,
but Mr. Lambson just won't keep still. He's all panting and moaning and
stuff, groping my bum and tits while jabbing his cock in my hand. He
really has no self-control. So instead of squirting nicely on my
knickers where my skirt will hide it, it goes all over the place. Up my
jumper and all. His sticky cum dribbles down my legs too, soaking into
my kneesocks which is just, like, eeewww! The most disgusting thing is
that he gets it in my face, but I know how guys like this, so I act all
hot and bothered about it.
So now I have all this gooey sperm in my face, while my skirt is, like,
totally soaked and my jumper is a mess. You'd think a guy would
apologize for something like this, but not Mr. Lambson. Instead he goes
on and on about how hot I am. He thinks I don't get this already, after
he's lasted, like, ten seconds before shooting off. He gets out his
camera and shoots something like fifty shots of me all covered in his
sperm. Even asks me to lift up my skirt so he can get real close and
photograph my cotton-covered twat all sticky with cum.
I'm guessing he's going to get off on these later, but I'm also
thinking they're a great blackmail possibility if the prat doesn't live
up to his end of the bargain. We'll see.
Later, Mr. Lambson drives me home, and I have to climb in a window and
change so my mum and dad won't see his cum all over my school uniform.
When I go to bed I realize we haven't even discussed how this will help
my grades.
Chapter 5
The rest of the week goes by, and I'm doing my best to tease Mr.
Lambson. It's not hard at all, and after he gets a peek up my skirt he
writes on the blackboard with these really crooked, unreadable letters
which pisses off the class. They don't know why he does it though. I
tell my friends all about it and you can tell they're impressed. Hannah
even vows not to flash Mr. Lambson again. Since they all know I really
need to pass his class, they promise to leave him to me. These girls
are just so *nice*. It's like you can really depend on them.
**************************************
On Monday, Mr. Lambson is all desperate again. He's probably wanked
himself silly with those pictures he took last week, but now he wants
to see me for 'special lessons'. All I'm thinking is that this time I
need to find out how he's going to help my grades.
So I'm in his office again, and Mr. Lambson has his dick between my
legs, rubbing up against my panty-gusset. He's pawing my ass with both
hands inside my knickers, tickling my bumhole and trying to get a
finger in there. I mean, eeewww! He's actually trying to put his finger
up my shithole. Can you believe that!
My blouse is open, and he's somehow managed to push my bra up above my
tits without me noticing. The prat is ruffling my skirt, and I just
*know* I'll need to iron the pleats before school tomorrow. Since he
seems all worked up, I realize this is the perfect time to bring up the
whole maths and science thing.
"Um, Mr. Lambson? You know I really like you and all, but remember what
I said about your classes? That I don't get maths at all. Or science.
You promised you'd help me, remember?"
You can tell Mr. Lambson doesn't really want to talk about this right
now, since his dick is jerking urgently against my twat. He's kind of
drooling and slobbering on my neck as well.
"Hmmm? Oh yes! Yes of course, Sarah. I'll certainly see what I can do.
Squeeze my cock a bit more, would you. Uuunngggh... Yes... Yes, just
like that. You are a pretty little girl, aren't you. You're going to
make me cum soon."
I don't like the sound of this, since the old goat makes no commitment
whatsoever to improving my grades. There's no way I'm taking this, so I
move away from him. His sweaty hands slip out of my knickers, which
stops him from poking at my bumhole thank God. His cock pops out from
between my legs too, and it looks really weird standing to attention
between us, all draped in my grey pleated school skirt. It's like it's
a statue waiting to be unveiled or something. I bet it's drooling all
over the insides of my skirt. It's really hard to stifle a giggle,
since Mr. Lambson just looks so pathetic and horny. I reach under my
skirt and squeeze his dick.
"If you promise you'll fix this, I'll pull down my knickers and let you
stick this big thing up my twat. Do you want that? I'm all hot and
tight down there, you know. You'll really like it."
"Christ Sarah. I'll... I'll change your grades. Just let me... I really
want to fuck you, Sarah."
"Just don't cum up my cunt Mr. Lambson. I'm not on the pill or
anything, so you'll have to pull out, okay?"
"Of course. Of course I will."
"Just remember that I'm really tight, so you have to be careful. It's
very easy to loose it, okay? It's happened before, and it really
freaked me out."
"Okay Sarah. Sure."
I'm thinking he's an old perv, so he probably wants me to lean on his
desk while he fucks me from behind. Kind of a classic teacher-fucking-
a-schoolgirl position, you know. So I lean over the desk, reach under
my skirt and pull my knickers down to my knees. Mr. Lambson is
practically fainting as he flips my skirt up, so I guess I must look
pretty horny standing there in my little kneesocks with my bum in the
air. Mr. Lambson just stands there gawking and pulling on his dick, and
I kind of wonder if he's going to shoot off on my bum before he even
gets inside me.
Mr. Lambson really seems like he's going to choke, but amazingly he
manages to put his cock where he wants it. Since I let Andrew do me an
hour ago, I'm not as tight or dry as I would be, and Mr. Lambson gets
his dick up my twat without too many problems. He's gasping and
moaning, and it feels really weird having his hard old cock inside me.
It's kind of twitching and throbbing as he fucks me, and I figure he's
not going to manage much of my twat before he cums.
He's holding on to my hips and standing very still with his eyes on my
bum. I kind of want to get this thing over with, so I gently rock back
against him, feeling his cock quiver inside me. After, like, ten
seconds of this, Mr. Lambson blurts out, "Oh God, Sarah. Be careful.
You're so tight. I'll cum too soon. Please don't do that."
And I'm thinking 'this is so cool'. It's like, if I move my hips just a
little bit, this idiot teacher who has so much control over my life
will completely loose it and just spew his sticky spunk up my twat. I'm
almost feeling sorry for this old fool, but then I think about how
fucking arrogant he is and it totally freaks me out that he might cum
in me.
Luckily, Mr. Lambson isn't completely hopeless, and he manages to pull
out before he cums. He kind of grunts, and then slips his dick out of
my twat, resting it in my bum-crack and humping against me. He's kind
of holding my bum-cheeks together around his cock, and it's like he's
using my bum to jerk off with or something. It feels really weird
rubbing against my asshole, and I'm kind of wondering why Andrew never
thought of this. Then I panic thinking about where Mr. Lambson's dick
is pointing and where his spunk will go if he cums like this.
I try to warn him, but the old bastard is completely gone and he spews
his cum up my back, really messing up my uniform again. His dick just
jerks against my bum and his sticky goo shoots all over my blouse, my
skirt and my ass.
Unbelievable! It's like he doesn't even try to keep my uniform clean.
This prat thinks I'm so hot he even gets some of his yucky stuff all
the way to my hair. I never knew guys could shoot that far. It totally
grosses me out. I mean, I know he's a teacher and I'm a schoolgirl and
all, but you'd kind of think older guys would have some self control,
right?
Chapter 6
I've been to Mr. Lambson's office like ten times in the past months,
and it's getting really boring. He just goes on and on about how pretty
I am and how he wants to do me. It's like, duh! Then he just yanks my
knickers down and fucks me like he has to catch a bus or something,
barely lasting five minutes in my twat before he needs me to wank him
off. He's gotten better at squirting his stuff on my knickers though. I
think he got the point when I sent him the bill for cleaning my
uniform.
What really annoys me is that he's started to whine about wanting to do
me up the arse. I know! It's, like, totally gross, right? He keeps
begging me to let him stick his thing up my bum, and gets all miserable
when I tell him 'NO'. It's like he thinks I'll go along with it if he
bugs me enough, which makes me think this wanker doesn't respect me at
all.
***************************************
So, yesterday the prat corners me after gym class, pretending he has to
speak to me about my lessons. Gym is our last class on Thursdays, and I
guess he thinks he can do me while the other girls are in the shower or
something.
Anyway, I'm wearing my velvet gym pants and this really cute, tight t-
shirt which I love. This drives him crazy, even though I'm soaked with
sweat after doing the splits and stuff, and he moans how I'm totally
horny looking and everything. I know I look absolutely fuckable in this
outfit, but I'm really beat after an hour of gymnastics and here's this
leering teacher trying to get it on with me. I'm not a happy girl.
Mr. Lambson pushes me down on a gym mat in the corner and starts to
fondle me, rubbing my cunt through my gym pants. I just don't have the
strength to fight him off, so I figure I'll make him cum really fast
and join up with the other girls.
Mr. Lambson slips off my gym shoes and rubs my feet all over his face,
which is a totally insane thing to do. After an hour of gym, my feet
really aren't, like, all sweet and flowery smelling, but this just
seems to drive him on. He's lifting my feet up and sniffing my socks
and toes, apparently getting a kick from this. I told you this guy is a
total pervert.
Then he starts on about poking my bum, which I just can't believe. I've
told him 'no' a hundred times, but this idiot still keeps on about it
*all* the time. It's all, 'Oh Sarah, your bum looks so tight' and
'Please let me do your arse just this once'. Un-fucking-believable!
I really want to catch up with the other girls though, so in the end I
say I'll let him do it if he's quick. Being allowed to fuck his little
schoolgirl up the ass drives Mr. Lambson wild and he's blabbering
'Thank you' over and over again, which really makes me think I should
have held out longer.
As I said, I'm all sweaty after gym, so when he tries to pull down my
gym pants they kind of stick to me and he gets all frustrated. Flips me
over onto my tummy, and really starts tugging like he's going to rip
them or something. Well he finally gets them off, taking my sweat-
soaked knickers down with them, and then he's all over my ass.
You're not going to believe what this perv does next! I'm lying there,
like, totally sweaty and disgusting, and this crazy pervert teacher
pulls my arse in the air and starts licking my bum-crack! Next thing I
know I have his tongue wiggling up my arse, and this totally freaks me
out so I try to kick him in the groin, but fail miserably.
I don't think the twit actually notices this at all, because he places
me on all fours on the gym mat and tries to put his dick up my ass.
Just like that! Of course, this hurts like fucking hell.
"Ooowww! You're hurting me, Mr. Lambson. You can't get your thing up my
bum like that, you know. You have to be careful and take it slow. I
thought you knew that. I've never had anyone up my arse before, and
even I know that."
Of course, Mr. Lambson doesn't apologize for this at all, since he's so
incredibly rude. Instead he spits on my asshole, but together with the
drool from his cock, this actually makes it less painful. With lots of
grunting and groaning he finally gets his dick up my ass, which I must
say is an achievement for us both.
So now Mr. Lambson is in, like, total heaven since I let him do this,
and I'm, like, ouch, right? I try to relax as he fucks into me, and you
know he thinks my arse is awesome since he can't keep his mouth shut
about it.
"Uhhhgg... My God, Sarah. I'm up oohh.. your litte ass. I'm...
uurrgghh... fucking... ahhh.. your tight schoolgirl bum."
I'm amazed he feels he has to tell me this, 'cause it's not like I
can't feel his dick up me. Then I remember Mr. Lambson thinks I'm
stupid. Since I've never done this before it feels really weird having
him up my bum, and I try to imagine he's Andrew, but it's impossible
since Mr. Lambson won't shut up.
"Christ Sarah, your... uuuhhhggg... ass is so... aaahhh... tight. I
can't believe you let me... oh God... fuck you up the arse. You're
such... uuugghh... a good little schoolgirl."
Sweat is pouring down my face and stings my eyes, and I'm really
surprised he's managed to last all of two minutes up me. Of course,
that's all he can take, and he starts cumming like there's no tomorrow.
A gentleman would have pulled out and cum on my ass, but Mr. Lambson
just spews his cum up me like he thinks I'm okay with this.
"Oh God, Sarah... I can't stop... I'm cumming... I'm shooting my...
uuhhhgg... spunk up your... aahhggg... virgin ass..."
Of course I kind of know this already, since I feel the warm rush in my
bowels as his dick spurts goo up my bum. He's all shaking and slapping
against me, and my ass really hurts, but he doesn't seem to care. So
finally he takes his dick out, and I feel all this gooey sperm running
over my twat and down my thighs. This totally disgusts me so I scramble
to get away from him.
So Mr. Lambson is on the gym mat and his cock is dripping sperm on it,
which is, like, eeewww, since the girls in fourth grade will be using
it for gym tomorrow. He looks all flushed and happy, and I'm thinking
I'm sooo out of his league and that I shouldn't let him fuck me. I pull
my knickers and gym pants back on and they get all sticky with his
yucky goo, but I just have to get away from this pervert. I stumble
downstairs and meet the girls. They act disgusted when I tell them what
happened, but you can see they're totally impressed with what I've
done.
After I shower and change, Hannah, Katherine, Jenny and I decide that
this prat is just too lucky, and that I should call the whole thing
off. So we sneak into his office, which the idiot didn't think to lock,
and steal the photos he took of me. Although he's not in them, they're
taken in his office and his jacket is over the chair in the background.
I figure it's enough to keep him off my back and still change my
grades. Hannah wants to leave her knickers on his desk, but I don't
want that since Mr. Lambson may think they're mine and get off on it.
**********************************
So today Mr. Lambson corners me again, really desperate. He's been
looking for his pictures, and this makes me think he's wanking off to
them every goddamned day. I don't want to tell him I took them, since
he totally freaks out when he doesn't know where they are. Then I
remember I need him to fix my grades, so I say I took them.
When I tell him he's not getting any more of his little schoolgirl, Mr.
Lambson almost cries. You can see he he's totally into me, and he's
practically begging to see me again. So when I tell him to go fuck
himself, he vows to leave his wife and kids. I really can't believe
this rat, so I'm, like, 'whatever', and he's totally in love with me,
acting all sad and pathetic.
So now you know what a pervert my teacher is. I can't believe how cool
it is to be me, though. It's just so amazingly easy to turn on these
dirty old men. I'm almost starting to like the uniform now. I never
want to grow up.
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MY TEACHER IS A PERVERT (mf Mf anal)
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