In a room full of scrawny, pimple-faced teenagers, there was one who stood out of the crowd.
Her name was Alyssa and like her classmates, she was just eighteen. Whilst the youth behind her eyes was undeniable, so was the fact that she had been blessed with a body that was all woman.
From her large, motherly breasts to the wide hips that curved into the big butt which sat atop her long, slender legs. Her skin was flawless. Not a freckle or imperfection in sight. It was smooth and tanned. It looked like honey and I longed to drag my tongue across it. Her hair was dirty blonde and wavy. Long enough to spill over her shoulders but not enough to cover her chest.
The craziest part about Alyssa's stunning figure was how quickly it developed out of nowhere.
See, I had been working with her for a couple of years, back when she was just like any other awkward kid. I had developed a track record of helping mischievous and underachieving students pass their classes and get on the right track. So naturally, anyone who fit that criteria and had become too much of a nuisance for their other teachers would be sent to me. I took on somewhat of a councilor role, in addition to my usual teaching responsibilities.
It wasn't something I had intended to do exactly. But I had always wanted to help make a difference and unlike many of my peers who had long grown burnt out from our profession, I was still prepared to go the extra mile to help my pupils. Including the troublemakers. Though Alyssa was never a troublemaker, per se. But she did have a habit of accruing a lot of detention with her other professors, mostly due to her talking back and giving them lip. She never saw it that way though, she always thought she was just speaking her mind.
I spent a little time with her and it didn't take long to figure out that she really wasn't a bad kid. She was just a little cheeky with a lackadaisical approach to life. All she really needed was someone who believed in her and someone who would listen without judgment when she spoke. That's where I came in.
We quickly developed a rapport and with some guidance and encouragement her grades soon showed improvement. But even passing marks and zero detentions didn't stop Alyssa from meeting with me to talk. On the contrary, she began paying me daily visits. When the bell would ring and everyone else would scurry home, she'd waltz on into my class - I'd be grading papers or preparing assignments - make herself comfortable and tell me all about her day. Or about a fight she had with her friends. Or whatever was on her mind that particular afternoon.
And like I said, she was like any other student I had.
Then the summer break she turned eighteen puberty hit her like a freight train. And the first day back, when she strutted into my class in a little, plaid skirt and some fishnet stockings I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She was clearly aware of the transformation and the effect it had on other people. Gone were her modest outfits. No more oversized hoodies with baggy jeans. Instead it was short skirts and skimpy shorts. Occasionally dresses. But always something that showed off her long legs. And no matter what it was, it always found a way to get devoured by her thick ass.
It wasn't just the way she dressed, either. She had grown more confident in herself, evident by the conviction in her voice. And she had developed a sexy little sassy strut.
And despite that, my relationship with her didn't change.
She still rolled into my classroom at the end of each day, kicked up her feet and told me about anything and everything she felt like. I could tell that at heart, she was still the same Alyssa I knew before. But it was hard impossible to ignore her newfound looks. She had even began taking more care of her hair and makeup and had ditched the cheap perfumes in favor of elegant, alluring fragrances.
I couldn't help but stare. But she was supposed to be a student, not eye candy. She was supposed to be little Alyssa. But she was grown up.
I tried to not think of her sexually.
I failed.
Each day when she'd skip into my class and pull up a chair, I'd steal glances at her every opportunity I had. She'd often sit there, with her feet resting on her desk, idly twirling her hair around her fingers and staring out the window as she complained about how boring history was or why Jessica and Jack had broken up the for the third time.
And as she innocently went on with herself, I'd fade away into my own daydreams about kissing her soft, pouty lips, peeling her clothes off and riding her little, eighteen year old pussy into oblivion.
These fantasies would follow me home where I'd masturbate to them and cum like a canon. They'd be accompanied by a sense of shame when I did it, given her age and that she was a student I had mentored, but that feeling of guilt was what elevated my excitement and pleasure.
It was wrong. I knew it was wrong. It was taboo. It was forbidden. And it turned me on like nothing ever had done before.
Each day my attraction deepened. Each day I edged closer to temptation. Each day I told myself I still had it under controlled. Each day I lied to myself more.
Then it happened one day.
It was the day Alyssa marched - not strutted, not strolled, not skipped - but marched into my classroom after everyone else had left.
"Is it true?" She demanded.
I looked up from my desk, past the stacks of paperwork that I was buried in and at the pretty girl before me. She stood with her arms crossed. I hadn't seen her in a mood like that in a long time.
"Is what true?" I asked.
"That you're dating Mrs Cooper."
So Mrs Cooper and I had lunch together on the weekend, but it wasn't a date. It was two colleagues hanging out. Nothing more. Though I suppose school kids will make assumptions about these kinds of things and if anyone had seen us, gossip would have spread around like a wildfire. But it wasn't a date.
And the hint of jealousy in Alyssa's voice is why I didn't outright tell her that right away.
I was surprised by the possibility of her being jealous over my love life but students developing a crush on their teacher wasn't something new and I wondered if she had with me. Perhaps if she had ever mentioned the notion of a boyfriend then I would have laughed off the idea of her being jealous but I considered the facts. Despite all the attention she received from her classmates, she remained happily single - and she elected to spend every day after school with me.
And so I thought maybe, just maybe, she really was jealous.
And I liked it.
"Where would you get that idea?" I asked.
"Just answer the question!" She said.
"You know Mrs Cooper is married."
"Not happily, from what I hear."
"And where did you hear that?"
"My friend Camille. So, it's true?"
I felt a little bad. I shouldn't have been enjoying it so much.
"No." I confessed. "We're just friends."
"Good." She replied.
"Why is it good?"
Alyssa rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot sometimes."
"Why am I an idiot?"I asked, perplexed.
"Seriously Mr Locke?" She scoffed. "Have you not figured out how I feel yet? Or are you just pretending otherwise because you're ashamed for feeling the same way?"
I was stunned. It was hard to believe she was suggesting what I thought she was. I tried to find my words but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a collection of stutters that only told her one thing - she was right.
But I couldn't just admit that.
"L-look, Alyssa," I stumbled. "I think you've got the wrong idea..."
"Have I?" She tilted her head. "Because I know you're always staring at me. And I know what that stare means because all of the other boys have the same one."
I looked away and scratched the back of my head.
"But you wanna know the difference between you and them, Mr Locke?"
There was a pause. I didn't know what to say. Suddenly the smell of honey and strawberries wafted over me. Naturally, I gazed up. That's when I found Alyssa leaning over my desk. The lack of bra underneath her small, white, vest top allowing me clear view of her cleavage.
As my eyes met her chest, her hands glided across the table and met my tie. She gently pulled me forward.
"I don't want *them* to fuck my brains out." She whispered.
There was no denying it. If my face had gotten any closer to her tits I'd have been motorboating her right there. But just because she knew I wanted to didn't make it right. And luckily I was able to pull myself together before things went any further.
"Alyssa, we can't!" I snapped, hopping up from my chair and out of her grasp.
Her eyes were as wide as her smile. She looked like she knew she had me.
"Why not?" She stepped towards me."I'm not a kid anymore. I'm eighteen now."
"Exactly." I stepped back. "You're only eighteen."
"Which means that I can make my own decisions. I'm an adult now."
I felt my back against the wall. "But you're still a teenager."
We stood toe to toe.
"A legal one." She purred.
Barely. I thought.
But as her teacher, that wasn't even true for me.
"Alyssa, you're still in high school." I told her.
"I know!" She groaned."But I can't wait until I graduate. Besides, don't tell me you've never fucked a highschooler before."
There was a pause.
"I haven't."
She raised an eyebrow at me. "You never did it with a student?" Suddenly I felt her hand on my leg, running up it until she grasped at my cock through my pants. "Well there's a first time for everything." She whispered.
I gazed down at her with lewd eyes. I could feel my brain handing the steering wheel over to my dick. I knew it was wrong - and risky - but right and wrong ceased to matter when you both wanted it. And I wanted it bad. My primal urges were taking over and convincing me that above all, I needed to mate, to reproduce.
That's it - I thought! I wasn't going to give up yet, I had been searching for a reason to not bite into the forbidden fruit. And I thought I had found it.
"We can't." I breathed. "I don't have any condoms."
She didn't even look at me. She just put both of her hands on my belt.
"I'm not asking if you have any condoms." She said defiantly."I'm asking you to-"
Then she unbuckled it.
"FUCK."
Then she pulled it off.
"MY."
Then she held it to the side.
"BRAINS."
Then she dropped it.
"OUT."
The sound of it hitting the ground acted like a cue that spurred me into action. I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my morals aside and my face at hers. I grabbed her by the cheeks and slipped my tongue inside her mouth and down her throat. She instantly began unbuttoning my shirt as I pushed her back towards my desk. We stumbled into it sending papers flying everywhere. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up onto it. She undid the last button and my shirt parted but I kept it on - unlike hers which I eagerly lifted up over her head, causing her big, young, tits to spill out.
I put my lips to one and caressed the other. I started by lightly tickling her nipple with my tongue before putting her areola in my mouth and trying to engulf as much of it as I could.
"Yeah," She moaned. "I knew you fucking wanted this."
That caused me to put my lips to hers for the longest, wettest kiss I'd ever had. She spread her legs and pulled me in closer to her so she could grind her panty-clad cunt against my stiff rod as it ached against the fabric of my pants.
I grabbed her panties and zealously yanked them down and off one leg - just one - so they clung to her other thigh. The skin around her mound was lighter - clearly highlighted by her tanlines. She was completely shaven with large, puffy lips and a tiny, pink, glistening slit.
I pulled down my zipper and fished out my hard cock. I rubbed it up and down her wet pussy until it was coated in her juices. I held her with one hand and guided my eager dick with the other. We gasped in unison as it went in. Pleasure rushed over me as I entered the tightest, little, teenage twat I'd ever know. I thrusted it in then held her face with both hands. I rested my head against hers and our lust-filled eyes met and stayed glued together.
She was so tight. Too tight. Her cunt milked me with a vice-like grip as I slid my dick up and down against the bumpy, narrow walls of her soft canal. Each thrust more blissful than the last. Each thrust, faster than the one before.
"Yeah," She moaned. "Faster! Fuck me like you mean it! Fuck me like I know you fucking want to!"
I pounded her sweet, little pussy into oblivion, causing us both to grunt and groan with each plunge whilst her tits bounced up and down.
All of my senses were being pleasured.
The taste of her sticky saliva on my tongue. The sight of her gorgeous, young body gleaming with sweat. The sound of her cute voice moaning. The intoxicating aroma of her sweet musk. And most of all, the feeling of her tiny, eighteen year old, wet cunt pulling on my cock.
I couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm gonna cum." I moaned.
"You know what'd be really hot?" She panted. "If you came inside me."
I groaned a long, almost whiny, groan. "Don't say things like that."
"Why not?" She giggled mischievously. "You never cum in a student before?"
That fucking last line sent me over the edge. Suddenly I was cumming even quicker than I had expected - and harder than I thought possible.
I held Alyssa's hips and bought my fast pounding to slower, rhythmic thrusts that matched the waves of pleasure rolling over me as my cock throbbed and spasmed inside of her - painting her pink walls white and filling her fertile womb.
The lust had taken over. With the last thrust, I buried myself balls deep inside of her until every last drop of hot, salty cum was out of me and inside of her.
I looked down as I slowly pulled out and watched as thick, gooey ropes of sperm oozed out of her barely legal hole.
"Oh fuck." I said breathlessly. "I can't believe I did that."
"It's okay." She cooed affectionately as she gently stroked my face. "I won't tell anyone it's yours."
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