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Subject: RP: My Teacher, My Pet, Part 1
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Subject: RP: My Teacher, My Pet, pt. 1 (m/F, D/s)
My Teacher, My Pet
by Don Winslow
Part 1
_______________________________________________________________________
Note: all fictional characters portrayed in the following work of
fiction are at least 18 years of age, or 19, or older if local
officials wish them to be.
___________________________________________________________________
He looked down on his hardening, semi-rigid cock, swaying pointedly
toward the kneeling woman at his feet. She sat with legs folded under
her, sitting back on her heels, blond head hung down. A surge of lust
shot through him. For young Keith it is a dream come true -- an
unbelievable thrill. He can't contain his joy to see this mature,
older woman, his teacher, stark naked, and kneeling on the floor
before his painfully stiff erection.
*****
>From the first day of the term, Melissa Parker, his slim, attractive,
>30-ish, English teacher, had been the hot topic among the sex-crazed
>high schools boys in her class. They talked about her all the time.
>And they dreamt about her. It was common knowledge that she was
>divorced, currently unattached, and that she lived in that sprawling
>ranch house all alone, with just her two cats to keep her company.
>There was, of course, endless speculation about the pretty blonde's
>sex life. The boys were convinced she was lonely, wildly horny, and
>desperately in need of a man. Every lust-filled male in the room
>wanted her; fantasied about what it would be like to fuck the pretty
>schoolteacher with the collar-length silvery blond hair. And though
>they thought she was kind of old, they still voted her best-looking
>teacher in the high school. They spent hours in English class
>staring at her pert breasts under those slick silky blouses she wore:
>tits that were not too large, yet full of promse, neat handfuls, they
>would gladly die for the chance to feel up. When she walked across
>the room, they avidly followed the sinuous lines of those long,
>slender legs, inevitably encased in sheer black pantyhose. And when
>she turned to write at the blackbard, which she frequently did, they
>would, to a man, admire the seductive curve of that skirted behind
>till every teenaged boy in that class sat sporting monstrous
>erections, sat in their chairs just aching with intolerable
>readiness. And now, incredibly, here she was, actually topless --
>Ms Parker, kneeling there before him, poised, and appearently willing
>to go down on him!
All summer he had sweated and slaved in the hot Georgia sun pushing
that bulky lawnmover back and forth across the undulating swells of
her spacious lawn. At first he never saw her, except when he went to
collect his pay. She stayed inside safe, in the air conditioned
house. On those hot summer's days, he inevitably stripped off his
T-shirt to work bare-chested in just his jeans and sneakers. He liked
to think she was watching him. Sometimes he actually caught a glimpse
of her at the window, watching him, while he labored in the yard.
As the summer went on, she started coming out to putter around with
the potted geraniums she kept on the deck. In time she took to
lingering there, spending more time out on the deck, occasionally
following his shirtless physique with eyes that were safely hidden
behind her large dark sunglasses. She dressed to get a tan, in skimpy
summer outfits, usually a pair of brief shorts, worn with a flimsy
shirt, or maybe no more than a T-shirt or tank top, usually with
open-strapped sandals on her bare feet. Eventually, she'd take her
place on back on the chaise longue, easing back and crossing those
long deliciously tanned legs of hers. He was sure she didn't bother
with a brassiere under those light-weight tops, and the sight of those
tall, tapering legs as she emerged onto the deck in a pair of snug
shorts would inevitably send a tremendous surge of lust through the
teenager, instantly powering Keith's always ready prick into a full
erection so that he had no choice but to quickly turn away, lowering
his shoulders as he strained into the weight of the heavy lawnmower.
She'd have a paperback with her, or maybe a crossword puzzle book, and
she would proceed to ignore him: he was, after all, no more than hired
help, someone to do the yardwork.
******
Then one summer's day, things changed between them -- and now they
could never be the same. It was a sultry day, the sun brutally hot
and relentless; Keith's face, neck and shoulders were sheened with
perspiration. He had stopped to run clawed fingers through his
sweat-soaked hair, when he saw her making her way with a tall glass of
iced tea held in offering, walking barefoot across the lawn to where
he stood next to the roaring lawnmower. He gratefully accepted the
chilled glass and tried not to stare at the woman who stood before
him, her hips banded by those white shorts and wearing an electric
blue sleeveless blouse, the first few buttons of which were undone,
providing him with a nice view of the tops of her unfettered breasts.
He still tried not to stare, and quickly lowered his eyes. But he
couldn't help it when she turned on her heel, and he found his gaze
was riveted to that shapely behind so tightly packed in those sexy
shorts, swaying easily as the slender blonde made her way back to the
house. Keith retreated behind the house to the shade of a big oak
tree, there to finish his drink. He took long gulps of the cool tea,
letting the coolness run through him, feeling randy, a semi-hardon
unfolding in his jeans, a knot of lust tightening in his belly. It
was an impulse, not even a half-formed thought, just some vague notion
that he should return the glass, that had him moving towards the back
kitchen door.
He opened the screen door and let himself in, fully prepared to place
the glass on the counter and get out. But something stopped him. It
was quiet in the house, eerily quiet; he guessed that she was out in
one of the the front rooms which opened out on the vast yard. He
didn't know what possessed him but he crept into the coolness of the
darkened interior, stealthily following the hallway towards what he
knew must be the livingroom. When he got to the doorway, he edged
closer to look around the corner-- and there saw her!
She stood looking out from behind the curtains, straining up on her
toes to see over the jutting deck. But what intrigued most him was
that his teacher had one hand inside the front of her blouse, and she
seemed to be feeling herself up, as she strained up to see where he
had gone to. For a moment he stood paralyzed at the intriguing sight.
Then he stepped up:
"Hey, Ms Parker, looking for somebody?"
Startled, the bonde jumped and spun around to face him, yanking her
hand down in one quick motion. She stood, staring wide eyed at the
bare-chested boy she had been looking for, now standing right in front
of her, smiling, almost leering at her.
He was tall, with broad shoulders for such a young guy. His hips were
neatly compact. And there was an unmistakable bulge in the front of
his tight jeans. Her eyes took in his sweaty, smoothly muscled chest,
that flat, hard belly, and the downy haze of soft brown curlings that
grew like a stalk up his belly to fan out over his chest.
"Keith...you...startled me..", she began in her confusion, blushing
now and avoiding his playful eyes, wondering how much he had seen of
her fondling herself. Suddenly, she remembered her open blouse and
her hands flew up to fumble with the buttons, while the boy stood
there with that pleased smirk on his face.
"It's so hot today, I was just..."
Before he knew what he was doing, Keith was on her, taking her nervous
hands in his, forcing them away from the open front of her blouse. He
held the woman tightly by the wrists, straing at her opne front of
her blouse while she looked up at him in her distress, uncertain and
suddenly afraid.
"No, Keith," she squirmed in her resistance, "this isn't right..."
Abruptly, he spun her around and wrapped the struggling blonde up in
his arms, pressing himself up against her from behind.
"Leave it go teacher, I like seeing your tits," he breathed in her
ear, while running his hands under the loose blouse to cup her bare
breasts, opening and closing his greedy fingers on her, feeling the
silky softness of her free tits, holding her like that in the palm of
his hands as he tightens his emrbace, pressing his hard body up
against hers.
"Yah, teacher, all the guys would love to see these pretty tits of
yours," he murmured, giving her a squueze with his eager hands. She
was breathing hard, paralyzed by indecision, torn between her
conflicted feelings and the raging need for a man, a need she had so
long denied. He moved against her, letting her get the feel of his
tented erection as he grinds his hips into the warm soft pillows of
that marvelous ass. Melissa stopped squirming and now she stood
still, letting her arms fall down to her sides, hands hanging
helplessly. She means to stand there passively, but she can't help
the instinctive response of her body: the arching up and back in sheer
sensual pleasure as the young man nuzzles her craning neck, licking
his way up to her ear. She feels his hot breath on the side of her
face as brings his lips next to her ear to whisper:
"Yeah, they know you're hot teacher. The guys all think you're really
hot, did you know that? They all say you're a real prick teaser, a
cocksucker who's probably pretty good at giving head. And you know
what, teacher? Before we're through, I'm going to let you suck my
cock.
His dirty talk sends a quiver through the tense woman, and she feels
her insides turning into mush. She weakens in the knees as a wave of
lust races through her, stirring her, leaving a deep-seated throbbing
in her womb. She presses back against him; in a low breathless voice
she manages to get out her half-hearted protest.
"No...no, Keith, this isn't right. I'm your teacher, we can't.. doooo
this."
Now he spins her around in his arms again, and before she has a chance
to recover, he is kissing her, covering her surprised mouth with his,
pressing his open lips to hers, in a hard, grinding kiss, while his
tongue slithers in to explore her open mouth. The woman squirms hotly
against him, feeling the hardness of his erect prick against her
belly. Her arms come up to clasp his broad shoulders and tighten,
holding on as he runs his feverish hands down her back. Fitting his
curved palms to those delicious rearcurves, he savors the firm
resiliency, the delightfully feel of that luscious ass, a richly
mature, womanly ass that has settled into something of a pear shape,
with fulsome bottomcurves that were deep and generous. He has long
admired that ass in his classroom; now he is electrified, wildly
thrilled to actually get his very own hands on Ms Melissa Parker's
wonderfully inviting rearend.
The kiss breaks but he continues to hold her tight, burying his face
in the crook of her neck, licking her, while she turns away gasping
for breath. Melissa's whimper turns into a pleading moan, low and
earthy, as she awakens to the intensity of her sexual longing. She
feels the urgency, the desire in her loins, driving her hungry body to
seek to seek full contact with the lusty surging male, even as a part
of her mind tells her it is all wrong.
Summoning up all her resistance, she is able to squeeze her hands
between their tightly pressed bodies and struggle to push him away.
"Noooo," she manages in a strangled half-plea, her voice husky with
passion. Flushed and panting through open lips, the disheveled
teacher stands before her student, that shiny blue blouse hanging
uselessly on her narrow shoulders, totally undone, half-naked breasts
heaving in ragged swells, her eyes on the floor, carefully avoiding
his. Keith too, is breathing heavily, barely able to contain himself.
His cock is painfully erect, pressed solid against the front of his
jeans; there's a curious tingling in his wrists. Slowly the blond
head comes up, and he sees those marvelous blue eyes looking at his
with a curious mixture of fear and desire. Something stirs in him,
something deep and powerful.
"Get undressed," he orders. His voice cracks, though he's struggling
to keep control, and get the words out in an even manner.
For a long moment she stares at the muscular, bare chested guy in
front of her, wanting him; knowing he wants her so badly.
Keith waits, as the full realization of the decisive moment comes to
him. What if she turns and runs? what if she screams?...or calls the
cops, ...or calmly and deliberately orders him out of her house? What
has he done?
The two stand only a few feet apart breathing heavily, waiting in the
silence of that perfectly still house. Keith summons up his courage,
holding himself tense for one long agonizing moment. Then his teacher
seems to make up her mind. Without a word, she brings her hands up
to slip the loose blouse down off of her shoulders. The blond woman
moves in silence, her eyes avoiding his, yet complying with her
student's order, doing as she has been told, uncovering her breasts to
his appreciative eyes.
Keith can't help smiling in elated triumph, to see his teacher, the
woman of his impossible dreams, actually stripping for him, just for
him.
"Ohhhh. yeah, teacher, those are real nice," he croons in honest
admiration as her womanly breasts come into his view for the very
first time. These are the tits he had thought about and visualized so
many nights alone in bed as he grabbed his cock and yanked hard,
straining for relief. Now he takes pleasure in seeing those totally
naked tits, rising and falling with her ragged breathing; rich, full
handfuls, taut, slightly conical, they jut out invitingly toward him,
with just a bit of sag to them; sporting expanded, hardened nipples,
that are thickened and stiff with the excitement that comes from the
realization that she stands bare-breasted before her thoroughly
aroused, sex-crazed student.
"Now let's get those pants off of you."
END OF PART 1
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1998 Copyright, Don Winslow
http://www.nauticom.net/www/lchan
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