All characters are 18+
My stories usually get quick to the sex.
Sex Content: Older man/younger girl, big cock, nonconsent/reluctance, impregnation, rough sex, blowjob, female virgin, teacher/student.
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Chapter 1: Making History.
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Amelia hummed a tone as she answered questions from the textbook, she sat in her usual desk, up front and close to the chalkboard. The room was empty expect for herself and Mr. Moore her history teacher, his desk was right in front of her.
Mr. Moore was always Amelia’s favorite teacher, he did his best to make history fun, and was always so nice to her. He was in his late forties with dark brown hair that had some grey flecks, his beard however had almost entirely turned white with only a few brown flecks. He dressed professionally wearing black slacks, black dress shoes, and a white dress shirt. He was 6′ 2″, 200 lbs, a little overweight, but built sturdy with calloused hands he would tap on the desk when he was bored creating a thump sound. Despite his age he was also not married with no kids.
Amelia herself was 5′ 7″, 130 lbs, with long brown hair, and brown eyes, although she didn’t focus too much on her looks preferring instead to study, her face always buried in a book. The day was hot so she choice to wear a white tank top, and blue skirt, some of her teachers would considered this outfit to be revealing, but she didn’t worry about that since most of the boys didn’t pay her any mind, and her breasts were medium if not a little smaller showing little for the tank top.
Mr. Moore spoke up, “you know you really don’t have to stay after school, your grades are excellent! Why don’t you go out, and have some fun.”
“I know, I just really want to have a better understanding of the material,” Amelia said.
“But you already know pretty much everything! You should really take a break, in fact come over here, let’s take a look at your grade,” Mr. Moore said beckoning her over with a finger.
Amelia got up from her desk, and walked over to his desk where he had his laptop open. Looking over his shoulder they viewed her file.
“See you have an a plus on your last progress report,” Mr. Moore said before looking over her file more closely.
“Amelia you’re eighteen now?” he said transfixed on the screen.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“I see, i see,” he said more to himself than her. Getting up from his chair he walked past her to the door locking it.
“Mr. Moore?” Amelia said confused.
“Sit, sit,” he gestured towards his chair.
Amelia sat in his chair still confused about his reaction at her being eighteen. Mr. Moore walking behind her, and began to rub her shoulders.
“You know Amelia I don’t have any kids,” he said.
“Yes I’ve heard something like that,” she said still not understanding where he was going with this conversation.
“But, you know I’ve always wanted some-a lot actually! To carry on my legacy, my history you might say,” he said while slowly reaching his right hand over her breast.
“Sir, I think this is inappropriate!” she said shocked now understanding.
“What’s inappropriate?” he said while his left hand reached down her skirt.
“What your doing, sir,” she said in hush tone trying to think straight, but being distracted by Mr. Moore’s calloused hand squeezing her breast.
“You’ve done this with a boyfriend though haven’t you?” he said while using his finger to part her panties revealing her pink cunt.
“No I’ve never done this was anyone, sir,” she said still trying to comprehend what was happening.
“And! I’m your student, and-and your my teacher,” she said.
“You are my student, but you’re also a woman,” he said slipping a finger into her cunt making her gasp, and what a perfect cunt it was! so pink, so wet, so tight, and best of all untouched!
“And I am a man,” he said grabbing Amelia’s hand, and placing it on the bulge confined in his pants.
“And do you know what a man, and a woman do when they’re alone like we are?” he said. She shook her head, eyes closed, now enjoying Mr. Moore’s calloused finger in her, while she squeezed his bulge.
“They FUCK! They fuck the living shit out of each other! And we have been for years!” he said in a low, deep tone into her ear causing her to moan not only because of what he was saying, but because it was her teacher the one who had always been so friendly saying such things.
“And right now, the only I can think about is bending you over my desk, and fucking you as hard as possible!” he said into her ear making her moan again.
“Get on your knees!” he said in a commanding tone, and she did quickly, eager for what he had next for her.
Mr. Moore reached for his Zipper pulling it down, and reaching into his pants he pulled out his cock and balls. Amelia stared in wonder, she had never seen a man’s cock up close before, and from the looks of it Mr. Moore’s cock was rather impressive at 8 inches and rather thick, pulsating with veins, and his balls heavy, filled with his seed arching to claim her, covered with pubic hair.
“Mr. Moore you’re cock looks so big,” she said in amazement, causing him to chuckle.
“Well, I guess I should thank my ancestors for that,” he said.
“Now let’s see if you can take it,” he said placing his hand on the back of her head pushing it closer.
At first, she just put her smooth lips up against the end of his cockhead. Then, she started to part her lips, sliding her tongue out from between them, starting to lick the head of Mr. Moore’s big cock…swirling her wet, little tongue all over his big knob at the end of his steel-hard dick..
“That feels so fucking good… such a good student,” he said rolling his head back.
Pushing her mouth farther down on his cock. He started to pump and fuck her face then, sliding his hard cock in and out of her mouth….moaning. She was more then half way down his cock almost reaching the base when he felt his leg tremble, and his heavy balls start to swell. Quickly he pulled her off not wanting to cum yet, not in her mouth at least.
“Why’d you pull me off, did I do something wrong?” she said worried she had done a bad job.
“No definitely not, but I have something else planned for you… Bend over my desk,” he said grinning down at her. She did as she was told bending over his desk, legs straight, and elbows resting on top. He moved behind her running his hands over her body, slowly pulling off her tank top, and unclipping her bra. Running down her back his finger find the waist of her skirt, and pulled them down to reveal her panties now with large wet spot.
“Eager aren’t we?” he said with a devilish grin she couldn’t see.
“huh?” she said not understanding what he meant.
“Oh, nothing, but trust me it’s a good thing,” he said. Placing two fingers in her panties he pulled them down giving him a better look at her virgin cunt. Her pussy was so tender and pink, glistening with her wetness, shaved smooth, and so so tight. Mr. Moore stared for a few seconds. Inside this student’s tight pussy was his prize, the key to letting his name continue.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, it may hurt a bit at the start,” he said placing his hands on her hips. When first contact of Mr. Moore’s cock met with her pussy, a loud moan tumbled from her lips. He had barely brushed her, and already her insides were clenching in desperate need.
“Holy FUCK! You’re tight!” he said continuing to push further in until his head fully in, and a bit of his cock.
“Mr. Moore it hurts so much!” she said with a sharp inhale, struggling to accommodate his girth.
“I know, I know, but try to be a good student, and take it,” he said pushing further, making her moan, and pussy clench. He thrust his dick further and further into her cunt until it reached the base. Pulling out made her let out a sigh of relief, but also with a need to be filled. With a quick pump he plunged back in causing her to let out a sharp moan, withdrawing and then plunging back in, doing so repeatedly until he got a good rhythm.
“You like being fucked, Amelia?” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” she moaned.
“You like your teacher fucking you over the desk!” he said.
“Oh my god! YES! sir,” she said, moaning.
“Cum for me, Amelia! Cum for your teacher! Cum for Mr. Moore!” he commanded picking up his pace.
And she did. The orgasm ripped through her, hot cum spurting all over his big cock, Mr. Moore never relented, continuously pumping into her. His heavy balls now covered in her juices creating a wet slapping sound echoing in the empty class room.
“Now it’s my turn!” he said, and with that he quickened his pace even more, pounding into her tight cunt with fast, hard strokes. Mr. Moore grunted through his fucking. Pounding so hard that his desk began to shake, pens and papers falling off. Nothing would stop him at this point, he could be fired for all he cared. It would take security to pull him away from her pussy. All that mattered now was cumming in her fertile pussy.
“Arrrrrgggg, oh FUCK! Here it comes! Do you feel it!?” he yelled as he erupted. Jet after jet of hot cum shooting deep into her fertile womb. His seed filling her. Letting go off her he slumped back onto his chair exhausted, looking at her cunt oozing with his cum.
“Mmmmm, that was nice, Mr. Moore. I never knew I could feel like that.” she said slumped over the desk.
“Can we do it again?” she said giving Mr. Moore an idea.
“Of course! We can do it anytime! But right now my seed has just entered your womb, my child will be in you soon. If you carry as many children as I want, then I can fuck you like that anytime you want, ok?” he said.
“I think I can do that,” she said.
The End.