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It’s not like rape or something that bad, because I know him. I know Dale since he was my teacher way back in sixth grade. He doesn’t teach at the school anymore, I don’t know why not. I asked him but I didn’t really understand what his answer meant. He just got back in touch with me last summer, asking about graduation and everything, and it’s like we hit it off and became more like friends than teacher-kid or something.

What makes me really mad is that he totally knows all about how pregnant I could get, and when I was shouting at him not to cum inside me, it’s like he totally loses control of himself. I remember he was the one in six grade who gave the sex education lessons, about how the sperm could stay in a guy’s penis and he could get a girl pregnant even if he had only cum earlier in a safe sex way, like in her mouth or something. But now it’s like he doesn’t know anything about safe sex.

Last week, it was like Dale was in a trance or something. When I text messaged him that my mom and dad were going out and I was by myself, he called right away, but it’s like the phone went ‘click’ and I thought he had hung it up because he was mad at me or something. But in less than fifteen minutes, when I was drying my hair, I heard a knock on the front porch door, and when I put on my robe I saw it was Dale in the window.

My heart was beating all fluttery-like, because I have this crush on him and all, but it’s like I’m trying to act more adult and to show him how mature I am, and all he does is start to act immature himself. I opened the door and was getting ready to say something, like “Dale! How are you? This is such a surprise!” But I could just barely get the word Dal— out and he was almost like leaping into the living room with his hand across my mouth, looking behind him to make sure no one was seeing or something.

He pushed me backwards, and he smelled little like alcohol or wine or something. He was looking down at my white fleece robe and suddenly he was tearing it off me. I said “Careful!” and was going to tell him how about I had just had my period last week, and I might be all fertile. But the next thing I knew he had me down on the couch and his blue jeans were totally undone and coming off him.

He said something that shocked me then, he started talking all dirty and calling me a “prick tease” and a “little slut”. And it’s like instead of getting my bathrobe off of me he left it around my forearms behind me on purpose, wouldn’t let me get it the rest of the way off so I could hug him or push him or anything. My arms were all tangled in the robe behind my back, and he was just staring at my bare naked pussy.

I wanted to turn the light off, but it’s like he was in a super big hurry or something. He pushed his dick way up into my pussy then. I felt the knobby head sliding really far against the top of my vagina, and it's like I was super wet or something. I started to quiver, I was afraid he was so fixed that he might forget how to do safe sex like he taught me. Then he started pushing his tongue on my eyeball, and humping hard inside me.

“Careful Dale. Don’t cum inside me. Please! “ But it’s like he wouldn’t even answer or acknowledge me, he put his hand totally across my mouth. He was leaning back then, and staring all angry-like at where his dick was in my pussy. Like it was really important that he sees it going in and out or something. I got mad then and I totally was trying to push him off, but he was too strong.

He started talking to himself then. Like “Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh fuck-ing fuck!” And that’s when I got the fear in my gut like I knew he was not gonna pull out. I knew I was fucked. He took a long time, like two or three minutes, but it didn't matter at all what I said or pleaded or asked. Mostly I said, "Please don't cum in me Dale! Please be careful. Don't cum!"

I was having flashbacks to the "safe sex" classes he was teaching in sixth grade. He was all serious then, and I had to have a signed note from my parents, and the girls got a separate lesson and we were all giggly. Now it was like he was crazy, staring at his dick as it throbbed in me. I couldn't grab it to pull it out, I could only try to get him to look in my eyes to plead with him.

It didn't matter. It was like I had to look at my old teacher for two minutes, with his eyes rolling back in his head, breathing hard, humping me harder, trying to put his hard dick up farther than anyone into my slidy cunt.

He cupped his hand around my mouth again, and then he came and came and dumped a huge load of gluey sperm all up inside and against my vagina, way up to my cervix. Then he turned me over, put my face into the pillow, and fucked me again from behind with my ass all up in the air, and was fingering my butthole. And I think he even came again that time, calling me by my name, but saying “Little Judy, little Judy! You’re my best girl!”

I was just screaming “Dale, don’t cum!” But he couldn’t hear me because of my face being in the pillow. Now I don’t know if my period is late, and he won’t pick up the telephone even though he has caller ID and everything.