Amy was so happy to be finishing high school. It was the beginning of her last semester, and she was soon going to be enrolling at State College, just another step on her path towards realizing her dream of becoming a pediatrician. At eighteen, she was satisfied with her life, her schoolwork, and her future. Things couldn't be better!
Before graduating though, Amy had to complete another English credit. That was of no worry; she always enjoyed her English classes, and she especially loved reading. A precocious teen, she spent hours reading on her own time. News magazines, fiction, online blogs about racism, sexism, and politics. She liked to think that she was politically progressive. Although shy and reluctant to speak during class time, she looked forward to staying after class to discuss her reading of a particular text with her teachers. It made her feel good to gain confirmation from a superior that her interpretations were insightful and spot-on. They often encouraged her to talk more in class, yet Amy remained reluctant.
Entering her English class on the first day of the spring semester, Amy anticipated a fun time. It was American literature, her favorite subject. Sitting down at an open desk before the bell, Amy turned her attention to a new novel she was reading. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was doing this to draw attention to herself, an attempt to gain the new teacher's favor, who, upon entering the class, would surely notice her earnestness. A faint satisfied grin could be observed upon her face as she fingered through the novel.
The bell having sounded, Amy heard the footsteps of her fellow classmates, quickly fleeing to their sits. Reluctant to look up from her novel, Amy immersed herself further into its pages, although the story wasn't completely registering. She was waiting on the teacher to come in and see her diligence. Soon, a lone pair of footsteps entered through the door and approached the instructor's desk at the back of the class. She made sure to read some more before glancing up. As the steps neared the front of the class, where Amy was carefully positioned, she finally placed the book down and turned towards the teacher. Amy felt her heart skip a beat or two as she took her new teacher in: she knew that Mr. E was new to the school but had no clue how handsome he was. This was the first time she had seen him, although she had heard some of the other girls talking about him in the hallways earlier that day. Tall, toned, and dark-haired, Amy couldn't help but stare. He was somewhere in his early to mid-thirties. His dress shirt neatly conformed to the contours of his muscles and revealed a slim waist just above his firm ass. He was beautiful, and she felt an immediate attraction to him.
The other girls had said he was married, but Amy couldn't help but feel excited by her new teacher as she crossed her milky white thighs at her desk, exposed as they were by her skirt.
A pretty girl, Amy was popular among her peers. Girls often complemented her on her long, light brown hair, although they tended to deride her as a "slut" behind her back as girls are sometimes apt to do. The guys, on the other hand, while avoiding direct compliments, made sure to observe her firm, abiding ass as she walked past them down the hall. She was a small-breasted, green-eyed girl, but what she lacked in cup size, she more than compensated for in the back of her jeans. She was petite and possessed a baby-face, what she maintained was the curse of her mother, a woman who still appeared relatively childish although pushing her mid-forties.
Although a good girl, she had nonetheless experimented. Only a couple weeks after her eighteenth birthday, she had sucked Hunter off at a party. The two were forced into a dark closet, as the others waited outside, talking loudly. Anxious but curious, Amy slid his pants down. Hunter attempted to hide his little boner with his hands, ashamed. Amy laughed to fight her nerves and placed his cock in her mouth. The group called time before she had a chance to get the embarrassed boy off. That was her first sexual encounter.
And then there was Jonathan, her brief boyfriend. They had dated for a while. One night he invited her over to watch some movies. His parents were gone. While one of the movies played, he began nibbling on her ear. He felt up her shirt, exposing her little titties. She was taken aback, but consented to his kisses to her breasts. He then ripped off her jeans and panties, plunging his dick into her. After a while of taking Jonathan's prick, Amy began to enjoy his attention. She did not cum, but something about having a male's sexual attention made her feel gratified. He pulled out and splashed her face with his cum. Amy felt an initial repulsion, but laughed a little when she looked at her jizz-soaked face in the mirror. Jonathan was slightly perturbed, worried that he had not gotten her off.
"Don't worry," Amy said. "It felt good."
Amy observed Mr. E at the front of the classroom.
"Okay, friends, students, and fellow countrymen, lend me your ears. And that means you, smart phone guy in the back!"
Mr. E pointed to a student still enraptured by his phone. The student smiled and laughed. "No problem, Mr. E."
The other students let out a nervous laugh, including Amy. She liked Mr. E's personality. He seemed to have a unique rapport with his students.
After reviewing the syllabus and enumerating his course expectations, Mr. E let his students go.
"I know the bell hasn't sounded yet, but just go. It's no biggie."
The faces of her classmates expressed approval of their new teacher, and Amy couldn't help but be pleased with her English instructor. Mr. E was definitely going to be cool. And it didn't hurt that he was attractive.
That night, while Amy soaked in the bathtub, reading a Melville short story for Mr. E's class, she started to rub her inner thighs. She had masturbated before but never thinking about someone specific. It was mostly just the idea of sex. But now, she moved her hand up to caress her little clit, thinking about Mr. E eating her out. Her fingers penetrated her cunt.
"Oh god," Amy whispered, fingering herself deeper.
The next day after class, Amy waited for the other students to leave. She approached Mr. E's desk.
Mr. E looked up, amused that one of his prettier students would wait after class to speak with him.
"What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much. I was just curious if you thought Bartleby's prison sentence was also a commentary on our alienation from nature?"
Mr. E couldn't help but feel compelled by this girl's honest inquiry. It did not hurt that she was attractive.
"Yeah, it must definitely is. Melville only gives us a fabricated picture of nature."
Amy felt pleased with herself.
"Your name's Amy, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're a smart girl, Amy."
Amy left the class, feeling completely satisfied.
Over the next few weeks, Amy often stayed after class to discuss the readings further with her teacher. Some days, she made sure to wear revealing clothes. Blouses that might expose her small tits as she bent over Mr. E's desk. Skirts that might expose her panties or an occasional thong as she set at her desk while Mr. E instructed the class.
She was, for lack of any other description, a teacher's pet.
One afternoon, early in the week, Mr. E adjourned the class early, before the bell rang. The other students excitedly exited. Before she had left, Mr. E stopped Amy.
`"Amy, can I talk with you a bit?"
Worried, the teen responded affirmatively.
"Amy, I've noticed that you like staying after class to talk about our assignments. You're a very good student."
Amy felt pleased by the compliment.
"I can't help feel though that there's another reason why you do this. Is there?"
Amy was unsure how to answer. Had he discovered her crush?
"Amy," Mr. E continued, "I think that you have some ulterior motives, don't you? There's a reason why you keep staying after class, and I think it's me."
Amy attempted a response but only stammered.
"I hope I'm not interfering with your learning."
The girl could not respond.
"That's what I thought. Amy, do you think about me? Do you think about fucking me?"
Amy was so embarrassed as she stood before her teacher with her tight tank top and short skirt.
Walking confidently towards the door, Mr. E shut it as if he were desiring to keep the noise from the hall from interfering with his class, an action the girl had witnessed him do time-and-again. He immediately returned to Amy, cupping the back of her head in his hand. She looked up at him with her big green eyes.
"What a pretty little girl you are."
She smiled hesitantly up at him.
He smiled back, then slammed her face into his desk.
"Listen, you little cunt! I know you've been wanting my dick this entire semester. You have been, haven't you?"
Embarrassed and afraid, Amy heard her words slowly stumble out.
"Yes...yes, sir."
"Good girl! Now what are you gonna do for me?"
Thoughts raced through Amy's mind, most of them jumbled and confused. She had never been spoken to by another person like this, let alone her teacher. She hardly knew if she was consenting to this man, or if he was taking advantage of her.
"I guess I'm just going to have to let you fuck me, sir," she managed.
"Haha! Yeah, the little whore wants her teacher to fuck her good, huh? Such a whore! What do you think mama and daddy would say?"
"I don't think they'd like it, Mr. E."
The teacher laughed. Something about Amy's naïve consent seemed to amuse him.
Amy felt his hands grasp her waist. They moved up to caress her small tits and perky nipples, popping through her top, only to return to her waist to pull her skirt up. He massaged her inner thighs and her ass.
Beginning to soak through her pink panties, Amy glanced behind her back, only to see Mr. E's giant erection forming a tent in his pants.
"I see what you're looking at."
Mr. E released his hold of the young girl and took his belt off, slowly unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers. The waistband of his underwear caught a hold of his cock, making it perform an amusing dance for the teen before finally settling down so that she could focus her eyes on his size. Amy could not believe how big his dick was. Mr. E's dick bent slightly to the left, curved upward, long and thick, with veins bursting from the top. Amy relented, placing her head back down on the desk.
Soon, she felt her panties pulled down below her waist, exposing her pink pussy and little puckered butthole. Mr. E bent to his knees, running his tongue up her butt crack. His tongue was met with the taste of stale asshole. It pleased him tremendously.
Mr. E turned his attention to the girl's cunt, licking her slit from behind.
Amy moaned in pleasure. None of the boys at school at ever eaten her out, yet this man was stuffing his tongue deep in her pussy and sucking on her clit.
After eating her sweet, little cunt for some time, Mr. E dropped his tongue to her asshole. He knelt behind her, as she bent over his desk, and spread her large, white buttchecks as far open as he could, exposing her butthole to all god's creation. His tongue immediately devoured her dirtiest sluthole, tasting her ass with pleasure. Amy felt his tongue slide in and out of her rim. It was amazing!
"Okay, pet girl, come here."
Mr. E stood up and grabbed the girl's hair, pulling her to his chair, where he sat down, assuming a position where his erect, thick cock reached nearly to his chest.
"You're going to suck my dick now, baby girl."
"I think I can do that."
"Yes, you will."
