Claire And Mr Reynolds

"Claire, could you stay behind for a couple of minutes, please?" Mr Reynolds called to me over the hubbub of twenty five rowdy History students packing away their belongings at the end of the school day.

I glanced up at him. He was looking intently in my direction over his rectangular glasses. Wearing a smart, sky blue shirt with a darker blue tie, his chiselled but rugged features, luscious, kissable lips and chocolate-brown eyes made him a definite heart throb with the girls. I'd guess he was in mid-thirties - young enough for me to still find attractive, but old enough to definitely be an 'older man'.

I was eighteen years old. One of the youngest of my year, I had come of age just a a few weeks before in the April. It was now May and we were approaching the end of the academic year. Most of my friends had applied to go to university and were awaiting for their exam results to see if they had got grades they needed to enroll. I was going to find a job and work for a year, hopefully deciding just what to do with my life in the meantime.

Trying not to fret over what I had done or not done to warrant being kept behind, I waited in my seat until he had finished dealing with the handful of students who wanted to talk to him after class. As soon as they had trickled out into the corridor, I approached him.

"Mr Reynolds?"

"Claire! Just take a seat please," he smiled at me, twisting the lock on the door. "Just for privacy," he added, noticing my confused expression.

"Now, Claire, is there anything you need to talk to me about? Anything at all?"

"No, I don't think so."

I wondered how I might have been acting without knowing. Sure, I was nervous about the upcoming exams, but so was everyone and I thought I was dealing with it well. I'd had very little in the way of meltdowns, which is more than could be said for some of my friends, who had spent many a break time in tears recently.

"It's just that you appear... how shall I put this? Distracted."

"Distracted?"

"Like your mind is somewhere else. It's not like you. Before Christmas you were on the ball, but lately getting your attention has been really difficult. It's like you're constantly in a daydream, Claire," Mr Reynolds explained.

"I'm sorry, I honestly wasn't aware."

"Do you know why?"

I scrambled for an excuse. "I suppose just... just exam nerves probably."

"Oh, Claire, I think you can be honest with me."

"Sorry?" I asked, now completely lost.

"I've seen the way you look at me." He looked at my now, his eyes fixed on mine. I had to look away, though I could feel my face flush.

"L-look at you?" I stuttered, the butterflies starting to bubble in my belly."

"Yes, the way you undress me with your eyes everytime you see me. The way you blush and stumble over your words when I speak to you, like you just did. The way you avoid my gaze when I walk past you but watch me from the other side of the canteen when you think I can't see you. So be honest. For just how long have you wanted me to fuck you?"

"W-what are you talking about?" But it was too late. He knew.

"Just be honest Claire. Answer the question."

He'd been the star of the show in my secret fantasies for the last few months. During those late nights when sleep wouldn't come, I would feel my hand slip into my knickers. It was his face that swam into my mind in the seconds before I fingered myself desperately to orgasm. I couldn't tell you how it had begun, just that my stomach twisted itself into knots and my heart felt like it stopped beating whenever his body brushed against mine in the crowded corridors or when his gorgeous voice called my name during role call.

"Just the last few months I suppose. I'm so sorry. I know it's not appropriate but I don't know how to stop it. There's just something about you that makes me giddy." I felt completely humiliated.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm not going to tell anyone." He put his arm around me and my heart hammered in my chest, feeling his strong grip around my shoulders. "You need to be aware of something though."

I looked at him. He had a funny expression on his face, a mixture of anxiety, anguish and excitement.

"I feel the same way."

"You like me?"

"Like you? Claire, that's a phrase children use."

"S-sorry."

"I mean that I've wanted to fuck your brains out since the moment I set eyes on you, baby girl."

Confidence grew in me at that moment. Here was this handsome older man telling me he found me sexually attractive. Surely I could get away with saying what I wanted? I felt a flutter in my crotch.

"So what are you doing to do about it?" I murmured, finally able to look at him again.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He licked his lips, his hungry eyes fixed on mine.

"I want you to screw me. I think about you screwing me all the time."

"I know you do."

"So are you doing to?"

"Screw you? Yes, I most definitely am going to screw you. But I need to make sure this is something you also want. You know it's wrong for me to do this and I could lose my job if anyone finds out?"

The realisation of how much I wanted this man hit me. "I won't tell anyone, Mr Reynolds," I said, trying to hide the desperation in my voice.

"Please, it's James."

"I won't tell anyone, James."

"Thank you. Now take off your top."

"We're doing it here? Now?" I looked around in the cluttered classroom.

"Well where else? I'm married and can't take you back to my house as much as I want to. I did consider the car but someone might see."

"I-I suppose..."

"Good girl. Now get that top off." It was an order, not a request.

I pulled my T shirt over my head. My D cup breasts wobbled in my bra. He took my hand and lead me to round the side of his desk, my back facing it. His warm hands found my waist and he rested them on my hips as he looked at me.

"Claire, you're beautiful," he said, gazing at me. 'More beautiful than any other young lady in your year."

"I've never done this before."

"Never had sex, do you mean?"

"No, never. I mean I've got close, but never gone all the way."

"Do you want me to be your first?"

I didn't want anything more at that second and felt my pussy dripping in anticipation. I reached up and put my hands around his neck, looking at his handsome face. He truly was stunning to look at. "Yes," I said.

He leant down suddenly and kissed me. It was a lustful, raw kiss. As our lips locked, his tongue found mine and danced with it. He pulled me closer to him so his pelvis touched my mine, our bodies pressed together. I felt the hardness of his throbbing erection against my stomach.

"You're huge," I whispered.

"That's because you're driving me fucking crazy," he growled kissing me harder, one hand skillfully unhooking my bra, the other creeping down my ass. My breathing quickened as his finger slid down my crack, slipping past my asshole and into my dripping slit. Pulling his wet finger back up, he found my booty hole again and slowly began circling its tender rim. I felt my whole body melt in his arms as he continued to french kiss me, one hand on my back, the other up my crack. Just as I thought my pussy couldn't get wetter, he pushed his lubed finger into my tight hole and rhythmically fingerfucked my ass.

"Do you like that?" he whispered in my ear.

"Y-yeah," I breathed, barely able to speak.

"You just wait to see what else I've got in store for you. Now I want you to lie down on my desk."

He helped me lie down on the rough desk, my backside hanging off the edge. I heard the thud of my shoes on the floor and felt the air on my bare feet before his deft fingers unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them, and my knickers, over my curvy hips. Finally he pushed my thighs apart exposing my naked, dripping pussy. Shyness suddenly overcame me. When had I last shaved? Did it look okay? Did I smell okay? I looked down my body at him for reassurance. He knelt between my legs, his lips inches away from my sweet honeypot.

"You're wet. So fucking wet."

"I'm sorry if I'm hairy. I can't remember when I shaved last."

"You're perfect. A real man loves a hairy pussy."

"Is it that bad?" I instinctively reached down to cover my crotch.

"Sweetheart, don't worry. It's natural. And I love it." He gently removed my hand. "Now let me have a good look at you."

His fingers touched my outer lips and gently parted them. I could hear him moan hungrily as he took in my teen cunt. My inner lips, delicate and pink, splayed like butterfly wings underneath my clit, the glistening jewel of the crown. He started to explore my tight folds. My juices drenched my slit as he moved his fingers around, probing and examining me. Pulsating jolts of arousal radiated through my pelvis like an electric current. I had never felt so turned on in my life. He began to slowly trace little circles around my clit and I whimpered in pleasure.

"Do you like that?" The little circles became quicker and my breathing became shallow. With his other hand, he inserted two fingers and began thrusting, applying firm, deep pressure to my upper vaginal wall. He touched something inside me that nothing, dildo or fingers, had ever touched before. I moaned, the raw pleasure reaching every nerve in my body. As he stimulated me, quicker and harder, tension built. It was as though I needed to pee but with the added pleasure of my clit being teased.

"That's your G-spot. The bit that I'm rubbing right there. God, you're tight."

"Ohh... ooooh..."

"I bet no one has ever done that to you before, have they? And I bet they've never done this either."

Before I knew what was happening, I felt the wet, firm pressure of his tongue directly on my clit. With a sharp intake of breath, I gripped the side of the desk as he flicked my swollen nub. When I needed to grind my pelvis against his face, he chose that moment to move away from my clit and began, slowly and methodically, kissing the rest of my vulva. Frustrated my clit had lost the attention when I was so close to cumming, I reached between my legs to finished the job myself only to be rewarded with a sharp slap on my hand.

"Ah! Naughty girl! Hands away."

No boy had ever gone down on me like this before.

"Please! I really need to cum."

"I know you do, sweetheart, but I'm edging you. Trust me."

He sucked my labia majora, gently pulling them right into his mouth, and then licked and kissed his way up my inner thighs. My clit was still quivering in anticipation and twice I couldn't resist sneaking my fingers down to my crotch. He let me tease myself briefly, bringing myself back to the brink, before he pulled my hands away again. I gazed down at him, giving him the saddest puppy dog look I could muster, and he smirked at me.

"Not yet, young lady. Now turn over."

I moved onto my hands and knees, balancing on my forearms. Less than half a second after I wondered what could possibly be next, he began exploring my inner buttocks with his mouth, nibbling and licking, until he found my rosebud peeking at him from between my cheeks. He began to stimulate me with his tongue and lips, priming my sphincter, until he pressed his thumb against it and it took pulled it in eagerly. With his other hand he fingered my pussy, two fingers returning to my depths while his thumb massaged my clit. I rocked my hips, desperately trying to cum into his hands but seconds away from my thundering orgasm, he suddenly stopped. I heard him stand up and unbuckle his belt.

"Open your legs a bit more," he said. I moved my legs to the edge of the desk.

"I'm going to fuck you now, okay?"

I heard the zipper of his pants and seconds later felt the glands of his hard cock touch my pussy lips. With one hand steadying my hips, he rubbed it up and down my slit before he started easing the himself. Centimetre by centremetre, he pressed his thick shaft into me until I had taken what felt like eight inches of his cock. I had used dildos before, but never inserted them as far as this, always nervous it would hurt. The pressure as his bulbous head nudged my cervix was overwhelming and I groaned.

"And that's what it feels like having a man's cock deep inside you." He began to thrust, slowly at first to allow me to acclimatise to being railed, and then with more vigour. My pussy was screaming to be touched again. As though reading my mind, he reached forward between my legs and starting lightly brushing my clit with his fingertips. My orgasm began building again.

"Are you getting close?" he said after a minute or so.

"Yes," I whimpered.

"How much do you want to cum?"

"It's all I can think about. Please!" I pleaded.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy again?"

"Please, just do it!" I begged.

"I don't think you want it enough," he teased.

"Oh please, James! Make me cum!"

He laughed. "Okay, sweetheart, on your back again."

I turned over to my back and like the little slut I was, pulled my thighs as far back as they would go, exposing my tormented, drenched cunt.

He bent down between my legs and verrrry gently, verrrry lightly planted several tiny wet kisses on my clit, letting his tongue gently flick over it through his lips. Overpowering pulses of sexual tension flooded my puffy genitals as brought me to the brink one final time and I screamed. Taking this as he cue to finally relieve me, he began to lick steadily, his tongue working my clit. It took seconds until I came all over his face, my hips bucking, my body writhing in his arms.

As soon as the last ebbs rolled over me, he stood up and pushed my feet back so my knees were by my chest. He then plunged himself into my slit again. This time there was no gentle easing of his member into my depths. He fucked me roughly, his balls slapping my arse, his fat cock filling me up, his pelvis rammed right up against my own, feeling the pounding right in my womb. That sensation of needing to pee built inside my pussy and as I exploded over his cock, fluid gushed out of me, covering us both. Half ecstatic and half mortified, I watched his face as he panted, approaching his own point of no return. Then with an animalistic moan, he unloaded his seed deep within, the bubbling warmth of each orgasmic spurt filling me. Finally, letting go of my legs, he leaned forward and kissed me.

"Claire, my love. That was sensational."

"I'm so sorry, I think I peed on you!"

"You ejaculated! That wasn't pee, sweetie, it was cum. You were fucking amazing."

"Really?" I breathed, half dazed.

"Yes, really. Do you want to sit up?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Come here, beautiful." He gently pulled me up so I was perched on the edge of the desk and kissed me on the forehead. For the first time I saw the penis that took my V card, now flaccid but still still sizable. He shoved it quickly back into his pants and did his trousers up again. I then noticed that my entire crotch, bum and thighs were soaking wet.

"Yeah, you made a bit of a mess. So did I," he chuckled.

I was trembling.

"Are you okay? Are you cold?" he asked, concerned.

"Just... I don't know." I suddenly felt vulnerable. "It was a big moment. I just lost my virginity. To you."

"I hope I was good enough for your first time."

"You were fantastic. It's just a big moment."

"Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll talk, okay?" He found some paper towels and gave them to me, offering me his storeroom for privacy, to clean myself up and get dressed in. While I did this, he cleaned the desk and the floor beneath it. When I had freshened up as much as I could, I stepped back out into the classroom and found him sat behind his desk.

"Come here." He beckoned me over and pulled me onto his lap. Holding me tenderly in his arms he peppered me all over with kisses. I had found out just how good it was to be fucked and now I was finding out just how wonderful it is to be held afterwards.

"If I had you in bed with me, I'd be cuddling the shit out of you right now", he whispered, as I straddled him, his arms around my waist, my head resting on his shoulder.

"That sounds wonderful."

"Would you like to do this again?" he asked.

"I would, but maybe not in a classroom," I said honestly.

"I get it. It's just difficult baby."

"Difficult how? Why can't I come to your house?"

"Because my wife still lives with me. Well, soon to be ex wife. We live separate lives these days. But she would make it difficult if she knew I was seeing anyone else. Especially if that person was one of my pupils."

I looked at him. "Doesn't she ever go out?"

"She does but not for long. You've given me an idea though."