My Hungry Teacher (pt. 01)

Since I failed 3 exams back to back I realized I will be sentenced to summer school and be the biggest idiot in my family unless I retake them and pass.

My abusive family were of no help. Our father was an alcoholic and would often take out his anger on our mom, and when she managed to flee the house leaving me behind he would take it out on me. Father was a terrible human being and I always had a bruise or two on my face to show for it.

I was an 18 year-old female brunette, 5'2, blue eyes, 36 C, medium hair. For the purposes of this story my name is Jayne.

History was my weakest subject. I just wasn't interested in dates, names, countries and wars. Architecture of the past, medieval craftsmanship and early crop rotation methods aren't my cup of tea either. They go over my head like the odd paper airplane in our lessons with some of the less experienced teachers barely out of training.

I had this creepy teacher called Marth who came over from Hungary or some other country in that part of Europe. He spoke 7 languages fluently and was a very intelligent man. He taught English as well as history.

Mr. Marth was a young, 26 year-old man with short black hair and a nerdy face. He wore glasses and overall was pretty ugly. He was 5'10 and sometimes bared his hairy forearms to the classes he taught.

Something about his vibes screamed at me, "creep alert". I couldn't put my finger on it, but the way he smiled at girls makes me shiver even today. He was especially creepy toward younger girls aged 14, but honestly? I had too much going on at home to really care at the time. I just put it down to him being a nice teacher.

He had a very commanding, deep voice. He spoke with an accent, but that didn't matter. I made extra effort to be polite to him and his culture. I occasionally forced a smile when he talked to me and looked him in the eye which he liked - maybe even too much because his usual response was a broad grin and uncomfortably long eye contact and dead silence that followed.

After a beating earlier that morning, I walked to school with tears in my eyes and a black eye. I sat at the back of the classroom and turned my head away from the class and my teacher, Marth. He was trying to make eye contact all lesson but I avoided it at all cost. I just wanted the lesson to end.

The bell sounded. Everyone packed up and started pouring out of the confines of the classroom when Marth called out, "Jayne, a word." I started shivering. I had to face the reality; I am going to fail and go to summer school. If I fail that, my future looks bleak.

Marth motioned for me to sit at the front and quietly locked the door. He then sat next to me and asked if I have problems at home. I was surprised how he'd guessed that. I made no reply, to which he said that he really likes me and sees a lot of potential in me, and that he would do everything in his power to help me if I only tell him what's the matter.

I had a gut feeling that this is a weird situation, but I really needed someone's shoulder to cry on. It was my weak moment. I told him that my father is an alcoholic that beats me and mom and that I am not doing well at school. My eyes began to water and I sobbed. I couldn't carry on the conversation anymore.

Marth put his hand on mine and squeezed gently. I felt repulsed but didn't resist. "Jayne, you know I like you. You're a woman now, and a very pretty one. I would like to have a daughter like you one day." I looked up but avoided eye contact. My instinct begged me to free my hand from his grasp and make my excuses, but I needed someone's attention that day. I remained seated.

"Jayne, I can arrange for you to do 1 exam and the grade you get on this one will count for 90% of your overall grade. I can arrange for us to have 1 on 1s to help you catch up. You're a bright young lady, I believe in you."

He praised me for the smallest of things and put me at ease. I started to feel a lot more comfortable and hopeful for my future. I thanked him and asked when our lessons will begin.

"Well, young lady," he ventured to say, "I'm a busy man and as you know us teachers don't get paid very well at all. The lessons would be part of my unpaid duties and even though I like you a lot and want to see you succeed, I will expect something in return..." My curiosity was piqued. I asked what he wanted from me. At first I thought maybe he will ask me for some money at an hourly basis or something like that. What he said shocked me to the core.

He laid his hand on my knee and massaged my thigh up and down in slow strokes. "You are a virgin, aren't you Jayne?" My mouth fell open and I stared back at him, his gaze strong and inquisitive.

He pursed his lips and looked down at my rack. Then he looked back up and beamed at me. "Nobody will find us here. You can't get away from me now..."

My heart skipped a beat. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I was going to faint. Marth just laughed out loud and said "Just kidding, Jayne. Please, accept my apologies. I'm just messing with you." Seriousness returned to his unattractive face. "If you want to leave, please, the door is right there. But if you don't want to regret your life decisions for the rest of your miserable life you will stay and earn your future, right here, right now."

So that's how it goes, I thought. Sex in exchange for passing me. I closed my eyes and let out a heavy exhale through my nostrils. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling with no idea how to handle this situation. This was too much to process.

Marth looked on for a short while. Then the atmosphere changed in a flash when he grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me up. "I have no time for your games," he said angrily. "You've been leading me on like the little slut you are. I haven't jerked off in over a week because I wanted this to be special. Don't you flake on me now!"

He aggressively shoved me to the front and looked down in my eyes. "Will you do it voluntarily? Or are we going to do this the hard way?" I shivered and wanted to start crying. I looked down and resigned myself to him and his whims. I wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run to. The door was locked and I would never wrestle the key out of him.

I submitted and let him do what he wanted.

He commanded me to start undressing, which I tentatively did starting with my shirt. He grew impatient and undressed me himself. Shirt, t-shirt, and finally with a lot of aggression he pulled off my bra exposing my breasts and my shivering body. Smile creeped onto his nerdy face.

He took off his top and exposed his hairy chest and arms to me. He flexed his biceps and said, "here, touch it. Feel it". I obediently did. I tried wrapping my hand around his biceps but couldn't do it. Then I squeezed and squeezed until I got bored and let go. I noticed a bulge in his crotch.

Then I realized the gravity of the situation; unwanted pregnancy. Will he use a condom? Pull out? What is he going to do? Will he ask me for an alternative "solution"? I don't know which of these possibilities was the most repulsive.

Taking hold of my shoulders he placed me onto the table we were only just sitting at and pushed me onto my back. He pulled off my sneakers and pants, still leaving my panties on. He took in the view which made me uncomfortable. I warily observed his every little motion and facial expression and tried to remain fully aware of the situation.

He undressed completely and his medium sized dick sprang up. He stared at me like a dog at a steak. He wasted no time and got to work immediately.

First he grabbed my clothed pussy, then used his index finger and gently moved up and down. He expected me to like it, but when he noticed my cringe he got angry and decidedly pulled the panties down. I lied on the table naked and he was standing in between my legs with his erect dick pointing directly at my face.

He pushed my legs further apart and moved his face closer to my crotch. He began to lick my pussy deliberately and confidently, up and down, while I lied there and hoped that it would end soon.

When he thought I was sufficiently wet, he grabbed hold of his dick and aimed it at my pussy. He was clearly inexperienced as he struggled to put it inside. He eventually found my entrance and pushed in.

I felt excruciating pain spread inside me. I yelped but tried to relax. I was hyperventilating while Marth jerked his head up and resigned himself to pleasure, moaning and grunting from just being inside me.

There goes my virginity.

After a moment or two, he rocked his hips back and forth again pressing against me with his hips, overwhelmed with pleasure and satisfaction. His mouth made an O and let out moan after moan. He said, "I'm gonna cum in your tight little pussy," which made me panic. "No, don't do this!" I begged him. He started to fuck me now.

After a few seconds of penetration he exclaimed, "You're fucking ready? YOU'RE FUCKING READY?" intermixed with my, "No, no, please, no!", and then came inside me.

I cried. I felt dirty and worthless. His body shivered and his balls pumped me with semen. I wanted to run.

He wouldn't let me go. He stayed inside and enjoyed his power over me. He breathed long, deep breaths. He moved his head closer to my ear, "You won't tell anyone, won't you?" then added, "Forget about the lessons. I will do the exam for you and pass it. You're so fucking tight, it was unbelievable." I refused to meet his eye. I looked at the door with longing.

"I will blow your fucking brains out if this goes out", he threatened. Terror washed over me. I had hoped it would be the end, but he wasn't satisfied. He felt the need to humiliate me further. "You as much as sneeze in the wrong direction and I will shoot you. Keep your mouth shut and pull yourself together. Stop crying like a bitch, for fuck's sake!" He slapped me across the face which got my attention. I looked him dead in the eye. "Do you love being used like a whore?" he asked. With closed eyes I replied, "Yes", which still wasn't enough for him.

He thundered, "YES, WHAT?", to which I said "Yes, sir, I liked how you used me", although the second part of the sentence came out as a sob rather than coherent speech. "Good. I liked fucking your tight virgin pussy. Fuck, you should be paid for that." He slowly pulled out and his limp dick appeared. He continued, "When you fail in life you can always turn to prostitution. You are stupid and have no talents and we both know that." He chuckled and looked at me sardonically. I looked down, defeated and helpless, with my legs still wide apart.

He fished out a handkerchief from his coat and wiped his dick dry. "Get dressed and off you go", he commanded. I collected my scattered clothes and put them on. I could feel his semen start to drip down my leg. I thought I was going to puke. It was a disgusting sensation.

Both dressed and ready to leave, Marth slapped my behind and said, "I hope we will do it again. I would love to feel that tight pussy around my cock again. It ended too soon." Hiding my disgust as best I could, I asked, "Can I leave? I have other lessons, sir." He grabbed my breasts and groped them. "Fine. I wish I could play with them longer but okay, go. I too have to run to my next lesson." He unlocked the door, opened it for me and looked expectantly, evidently wanting my acknowledgment. "Thank you, sir", I said as politely as you can in a situation like that. He replied, "Stay safe, gorgeous, and good luck. Study hard and you might not end up on the streets as a drug addicted prostitute."

I rushed outside. I cringed at the prospect of people giving me inquisitive stares. Luckily for me, no one was waiting outside. The hallway was empty. I could feel Marth's semen continue to drip down my leg. I made my way to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I looked around but I didn't think the toilet paper would be enough to clean myself. I needed a shower. I needed a bath. Soap, disinfectant, sponge, all of it.

I resolved to go home and hoped my father was in a stupor and wouldn't awake upon my return.