Hot For Teacher 6

This is just a work of fiction. It's based on a real crush I had on a real teacher who never knew what I'd felt about him. He was a truly decent guy and would NEVER have done the things I'm about to write about.

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Mr. Wilson was my English teacher for my freshman year in community college and was the best looking man I think I've ever met. It wasn't just his looks, it was this simmering coolness about him that just made him so...wow. I'd sit in class dreaming what it'd be like to wake up that very morning with him. Iron his shirt, make him some coffee, kiss him goodbye.

I was into my Gothic thing at the time, white makeup, jet black hair, black clothes. It was all very depressing with an overt hint of sexuality. I was often called a 'slut' and I wore the badge proudly, even though I wasn't all that experienced.

The day came that I was late with a book report and Mr. Wilson suggested that I drop it by his house after school and he'd consider it as turned in on time. I really needed the grade and it was worth the long bicycle trip out to his house that night. Besides, I'd get to see his house!

When I got to his house he was out front raking leaves and he directed me to put the bike in his garage. The garage was in the backyard and I saw that he had a fishpond. So I put my bike away and left my books on it before I walked over to the pond. The fish were so calm and beautiful.

"They're called 'koi'."

I spun to look at Mr. Wilson and felt my feet go out from under me. Clumsily, I tried to get my balance and tipped over right into the pond. When I surfaced I must've looked like hell. Mr. Wilson was choking back laughter seeing my Gothic image compltely ruined.

"You know, you don't look quite so threatening now, Christie." He reached to me and I took his hand. "Let's get you inside before you freeze to death."

He took me to a bathroom where he gave me some towels and a thick, terry robe. He politely stood outside to take all of my clothes to the laundry room while I took a shower to get the pond goo off of me. The shower took me quite a while as my jet black rinse made a mess on the shower floor that I just had to clean up. Then I dried my hair as best I could and put on the robe. It felt a little strange to be in just a robe with Mr. Wilson but I decided to be a big girl and deal with it. Barefoot, I walked out to the kitchen and found him in a similar robe with a pot of tea on the table.

"Hope you don't mind, I needed a shower myself after the yardwork. Now let's you get some tea and I'll have a look at that report." He looked up at me and caught his breath. "You look like a real woman after all that camoflauge comes off, you know that?" I just blushed.

He poured me a mug of hot tea and gestured to me to have a look around while he read my report.

I made my way around the house for a while and finally settled into his library. It was a proper man's library with books on shelves up to the ceiling and a dark desk with red leather chairs about the room. The fire in the fireplace gave a sort of life to the room and I found myself reaching for a book. A peel of thunder vibrated the room, reminding me to get going before the weather worsened.

"I took the liberty of calling your folks to explain your little mishap. Your mom said the weather already broke on their side of town and you might want to stay here a while. I suggested having you stay the night and she agreed that would be best." He let the comment linger in the air.

"Most parents would have a problem with their daughter spending the night with a man."

Smartass that I was, I couldn't resist: "Is that what I'm doing, 'spending the night' with you?"

In all the time I'd known Mr. Wilson I'd never known him to display any uncontrolled emotions. He was always the perfect picture of calm.

I stared at him defiantly, taking that calm of his for granted. He slowly moved towards me and I retreated until my ass was against his desk. His face was close to mine when he spoke.

"What do you want, Christie? Do you want to play with your little boyfriends or do you want to play with a real man? You can sleep in the guest room tonight like a good little girl or you can learn something about life if you want. Or if you're not chicken. But once we start, don't expect me to stop. You get to say 'no' right now or not at all, got that?"

It was the chicken thing that triggered my defiance one more time. I looked at Mr. Wilson and said, "If you want to play, then let's play."

He took me in his arms and kissed me, hard. I was instantly scared to death of what I'd done, what I'd started with my big mouth. This wasn't Tommy Skopos or Mike Hanford, the two boys I'd had furtive little affairs with, this was a man with mature needs. I could tell this wasn't going to be just another make-out session.

I felt his cock poking at me through the layers of the robes between us and I realized, too late, that he was dead serious. This was no game we were playing.

His lips moved down my neck and then he seized me by the waist and lifted me onto the desk. He pushed my legs apart and crushed himself to me. The cool air of the room brushed over my legs, reminding me of how vulnerable I was right at that moment. I pushed at his shoulders when he tried to open my robe.

"Playing hard to get?"

I looked at him with my defiance again and then gave it up.

"Mr. Wilson, look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to..."

He shook his head and put a finger to my lips, shushing me.

"Christie, you had your chance before. I meant it when I said there was no changing your mind. I'm not one of your little boyfriends you can tease and tease. You said you wanted to play, well this is part of the play, dear."

He leaned in and kissed me again. His hands ran up to my neck and under my robe. In one swift move my shoulders were bare and I began to cry as he tried to get the robe off of me.

"Here, now, no tears. It's not so hard to take off a robe, Christie." He dropped his in front of me. "See?"

I caught a glance of his thick cock and my eyes clouded up with tears again as I knew that I'd played a game with a real man and lost. He pulled me off the desk and I surrendered as he took the robe off and let it slip to the floor. He sighed as he took me in his arms and crushed me against his strong chest. I can't begin to explain the feelings running through me all at once. I wanted to run and then a part of me wanted to see this through, to experience being the object of a man's desire.

He turned me around and held me close again. His arms wrapped around me and his hands sought after, and found, my pert little breasts. Then he sent a hand into my downy tuft and I recoiled as a finger slipped into me.

"You like being touched like this. Don't you, Christie? Don't you, baby?"

The sheer sexual feeling I felt right then was more than I was ready for. I trembled as he probed me and found my clit. I put my hand on his and tried to get him to stop, but he just held on harder, intensifying an already intense moment.

I braced myself on the desk as Mr. Wilson began fucking me with his finger, knowingly concentrating on my clit. I felt him kiss the back of my neck as I silently changed my focus from fear to pleasure.

My feet involuntarily spread wider to give him freer access to please my body. The thought that he'd want me to do the same for him crossed my mind and I figured a hand-job wouldn't be too much to ask after this. My head fell to my chest as his skilled finger worked me up into a frenzy. He'd bring me to the edge of going off and then he'd back off before starting all over again. It was driving me mad.

Finally, the wonderful pleasure grew in my belly and then released itself on my soul. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life at that point. He took my arms in his hands and guided me to the desktop. Placing my hands at the far edge of the desk he then softly caressed my back and my arms as the glow of the orgasm sedated me.

I felt him at my entrance again and arched my back to raise it up to him. I smiled to myself as I prepared to let him start me on another glorious sexual journey. His probing was a little more gentle this time and I allowed myself to relax as he pushed at me. It felt fuller than the first time and then I realized that this wasn't his finger in me.

My sex-ed classes came back to me.

"You have a condom on, right?"

He chuckled. "There are no condoms in this house, little one. And I'm not gonna lie to you and tell you about a vasectomy. You just relax and I'll pull it out before there's a problem. Trust me."

With that he gave me a deep thrust and I felt his hairy thighs kiss against my bare ass. It was wonderful to have this beautiful man making love to me and I lay there glowing in his attentions. He wasn't one of the boys, that was for sure. He'd slowly withdraw himself from me and then slowly penetrate me, holding my hips and grinding himself into my depths.

He asked me to squeeze him and I gave it my best, clamping myself around his cock as he pulled out of me and relaxing as he drove back in. I realized we were making love and I loved the thought of it.

I knew it had to end sometime, but my senses were all wrapped up in that glorious rod running in and out of me. A clinical part of me was getting a little worried, though, and I gave into my concern.

"You said you'd pull out, right?"

He fucked me a little harder.

"MMmpph, yeah...I will...promise."

I squeezed his cock as hard as I could as if to make the point. His hands moved to my hips and held me, tight, as he increased his rhythm. Part of me knew what was happening and another, inexperienced part of me, still trusted him.

"You said you'd pull out."

All the response I got was a growl and he began to complete what we'd started. He drove deep into me with each thrust now, causing me no small amount of discomfort as my inexperienced body tried to accept him. I went to get up off the desk and he put a hand in the middle of my back and forced my face to the desktop. He pounded me harder and harder, until he suddenly slowed down and took deeper, harder strokes. His hands went to my hips again and held me as he pushed into me and stopped for a moment. He was making a decision, I could just tell.

Then he fucked me again with that pile-driver ferocity and moaned as he held his cock deep into me. I felt the length of it swell and then it rippled with some animalistic power. Helpless to stop it, I felt the beautiful cock spray its fertile load into my womb. I was certain he making me pregnant right then and there.

Like a stupid cow, I just lay there with his cock filling me up with sperm. There was no point in fighting or arguing once it had started so I just lay there.

After a while he pulled out of me and swept me up into his arms. He carried me to his bed and lay me into it before getting in himself. I was on my back as he climbed between my legs and I looked up at him with wonder and fear. Nothing was said as his wonderful cock easily slipped into me again and our lovemaking took on a new, less fervored pace. All night long he taught me lessons no one ever gets in English class. And all night long he filled me with his come.

That was our only time together. He had to run out of town when it turned out he'd made another girl pregnant. As for me, I sweated out the month until my period came and went. Mr. Wilson had, indeed, been a great teacher to me and his lessons have stayed with me down the years. I know what we did was wrong, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.