My high school biology teacher pt2. Practical tutorials..[FM] | 2016

Glad the first half was well received, was getting long so I broke it into two parts-

Part 2 of my second ever sexual experience, and the first of many during a wonderful summer I spent sleeping with my ex biology teacher (Mr. B). I think about it often and its still very fresh in my memory although it happened ten years ago. I also kept detailed diaries from the age of 16, and every encounter with him was luckily recorded. Embellished for artistic license but all events and general conversations are real. Ill get right to it, I hope you enjoy...

Mr. B pulled a blanket from the back of the sofa around his naked body. He leaned towards me and cupped my face in his hands, drawing my body up from the floor to the sofa, I straddled his lap. His serious eyes darted around my flushed face, studying me intently.

“Andrew” he said suddenly, as he stroked his fingers softly down my cheek.

“what sir”?

“My first name, its Andrew... you don’t have to call me ‘sir’ outside of school”

He tied the blanket around his middle, and went to the kitchen to make us the coffee he had offered when I had first arrived.

“I’ll just be in here baby” he said as he walked away. I heard the kettle flick on again.

I was alone on his sofa. I instantly started thinking about what had happened, and what I was doing. I felt almost faint, I breathed heavily as I remembered his hard cock gushing in my mouth, how tightly he had grasped my neck and cried with ecstasy as he released everything he had into me. I felt like a shell of the girl who had first kissed him forcefully on that dark night he walked me home, I had been so confident and in control; but the taste of him lingered in my throat and the more I acknowledged it, the more I accepted that it was I who was under his spell.

“Are you alright”?

Hmm.. Mr. B’s voice snapped me out of my deep thoughts, He was putting coffee down on the table in front of me, he glanced down at my lap. Oh fuck, I realised my hand was up underneath my summer dress and inside my lace panties; I tore it away and wiped my fingers on my bare leg. He sipped coffee to hide his smirk, my face flushed with intense embarrassment. He sat down on the sofa beside me again and I climbed back onto his lap straight away, my legs either side of him.

“I’m sorry, I’ve clearly being neglecting you” he smiled at me, his soft hands stroking up and down my bare thighs. He had become suddenly cheeky, I felt more relaxed.

“I was just thinking sir” I said softly

“Andrew” he reminded me, he raised his finger as he said it, as if he was introducing an important biological term in class. My stomach fluttered.

I searched his face; trying to decide which feature I admired most. His eyes?...gorgeous, but it was a cliché. His mouth? Oh God, his lips; I wanted to caress them with my tongue so badly. My eyes lowered…his hands? They rested on my thighs with fingers outstretched, gently squeezing and stroking, they were truly exquisite; pale and delicate, his long fingers young and graceful…oh, his fingers… My breath caught, I tightened, and then felt a trickle from my pussy. I did feel neglected; I was aching for him.

I didn’t have to wait for long, my attention was brought firmly back to the moment, as he cupped my face again and pulled my lips to his. We inhaled together sharply, his fingers entwined around my hair, his tongue stroking mine, I squeezed his body with my legs. He pulled away for a moment and paused..

“Can I take off your dress?” He said eventually.

I could barely contain my excitement.

“I want that more than anything right now” I whispered.

He sat up slightly from his reclined position on the sofa and moved his warm hands up my thighs, under my dress and passed my waist.

“Ooh, baaby girl” he purred. I loved it when he called me that; he would only use it when he was really excited. His voice was weak and husky.

I raised my arms so Andrew could pull my little dress over my head; I shook my long hair free while he tossed the garment on to the floor. I expected him to comment at that stage, but he wasn’t finished yet; his skilled hands went straight for my bra clasp, and made short work of it, sliding my bra off and throwing it to where my dress now lay...

“Do...Do you want to fuck me?” I breathed into his ear.

He kissed my neck, sucking and biting my skin lightly. He had both hands on my breasts; he circled my nipples with his thumbs. I was burning between my legs, I felt so empty. I remember how surprised I was at the way he teased me for so long, I expected to be taken to the bedroom and fucked as soon as I put it on a plate for him when I first arrived at his house.. but he was methodical, he took his time.

“Rebecca” his voice was like velvet, “Your language, please, I don’t want to have to keep you behind”

Oh fuck I couldn’t take it, I always loved it when he spoke to me like a naughty little pupil. I took his hands from my breasts and moved them around to my ass, he grabbed hold instinctively and I grinded against him

“Are you ready for me Darling?” He whispered hotly.

I stopped dead. My eyes widened.

Andrew wriggled out from underneath me, I remember vividly that I was speechless, terrified even. But I still followed his lead as he laid me gently down on the sofa, and drew my knees up so he could position himself by my feet. The blanket on his lap slid to the floor, he was totally naked, and harder than before; my body seized and my mouth turned dry, Oh God this really was going to happen... I quickly thought back to my previous (and 1st) sexual encounter for some guidance, it didn’t help at all, it had been terribly awkward and any enjoyment had been faked, my breathing became urgent…Could I do this? Should I stop him?

He told me to relax, I knew he could tell I was nervous and I felt so exposed, I closed my eyes and let him lead. I felt him part my knees with his hands; the fingertips of his left hand (his dominant hand, I always loved that he was left handed) lit a fire down my inner thigh as they crept down to the meagre slip of black lace covering my pussy; his final doorway to my innocence, he effortlessly slipped a finger around the material, pushed it aside. He now had full access to the dewy flower between my legs, which was waiting eagerly, wet petals open, to receive him. I was holding my breath.

He put me at ease in the characteristic way that he always did, I decided to lie back and let him please me, as he had done for me. I felt his fingertips edge between my soft bare lips, gently gathering my natural wetness, at first I watched him carefully with my arms behind my head, his face was serious, his tongue protruded a little and he bit his lip as he concentrated. I waited impatiently for his fingers to glide up my pussy towards my clit , my breathing was shallow with anticipation, but he never rushed and he continued to circle around my opening. I started to grind against him softly trying to prompt him to move his fingers, I moaned eagerly.

“Try to keep still baby girl, I know its hard but I have to do this my way”

I could have wept. He was torturing me. Then, with one swift stroke, he made contact with my clit with two skilled soaking wet fingers. I let out a whispered moan, my back arched, my legs fell open, I closed my eyes. It was a relief but at the same time a yearning, I tingled with electricity as his fingers circled around and around this exquisite little orb that had evolved completely for my pleasure. Occasionally, he would dip down again and collect my silky fluid on his finger tips, like scooping sweet honey from a pot, then return to my little pearl with new powers; circling, circling.

“oh god, oh god, oh god, oohh god” I pleaded. Something about way Mr B moved me in these moments always made me terribly pious...

My toes curled, I shuddered and goose pimples appeared all over my body; I wanted him to hold me.

“Sir I.... I need you close to me” I stammered breathlessly.

It was a glorious misunderstanding... my request was for him to move his body over me to warm me, but he took it a different way entirely. Andrew knelt on the floor, pulled my legs towards him, and lowered his head between them.

I gasped. Without a word he opened his mouth wide and completely engulfed my pussy, He had a rather short tongue I recall, so he always needed my cunt totally accessible to what he had to give, But small things come in powerful packages, and he swirled expertly around my clit, sucking and teasing and pushing me further. My feet rested on his shoulders and he grasped my legs tightly, I realise now he was keeping me firmly in place, for my own good.

“Oh fuck, sir... fuck... I.. can’t.. take it” I wailed with ecstasy.

The fire in my pussy approached a fever pitch, I reached down to his head and grabbed his hair, pushing myself into his face, he devoured me gladly, moaning and purring and slurping. It wasn’t enough, I took hold of his head now with both hands, squeezing fistfuls of his thick hair, I ground my pussy into his face.. I just managed to open my eyes. The sight of this distinguished and intelligent man who had stood before me in a classroom, explaining the beauty of cell design in mammals, now methodically consuming the exterior sexual organ of his star student with primal enthusiasm, remains to this day one of the most erotic sights I ever saw.

“Oh baby, baby, oh fuck, oh baby” I squirmed wildly, he held tight.

My yells were incoherent, animalistic even, I felt once again like I owned this man.

But I was not in charge as before, his fingers now delved between my soaking wet folds and began circling my entrance like sharks. I kept my eyes on him as he shifted slightly to one side and, with his face still buried in my cunt, he slowly pushed two long, graceful fingers inside me.

He briefly pulled his face away, he was breathless and sweating.

“Oh you are a good girl aren’t you..” He panted. “So wonderfully tight for me...”

“hmm mm” I nodded, my eyes tightly shut.

He took my hand in his, I squeezed hard. The two fingers inside me rotated, and beckoned to an elusive area he seemed to be searching for. I cried out his name; he had found it.

This marked the beginning of my downfall; his head bowed again, he worked his tongue and fingers in perfect unison, flick, flick, flick, stroke, stroke, stroke. Oh fuck he had me, I screamed, and begged and moaned and cried. All the time he grasped my hand, my legs around his head, my feet digging into his shoulders, I had reached the edge. My soul left my body, my mouth was open permanently, I don’t know how long it took. Amongst my agonising whines I could hear him humming into my pussy, delightful moans that caused vibrations on my clit and took me to the precipice of his pleasure mountain. I dangled over the edge...

“Ah.. ahhh, baaby, baaaby, ahh aahhh, aaahhhh mmmm, aahhhh”

His tongue withdrew...

“Give it to me baby girl, I’m here for you” he whispered

That was the push. I plummeted over.

The sheer ecstasy was something I had never experienced before, it was the first time I had orgasmed fully by another person, the first time I had felt the thrill of a man’s skilled tongue and hands. I remember his ceiling, the room spinning, my eyes rolling up, my groans. Mr B held his tongue flat and still against me as I came, he loved to feel my pussy pulsing against it and he later told me it was one of his favourite foreplay activities. I began to shake, my chest heaved, I lay back on the sofa. When my moans died down, Andrew planted soft kisses on my quivering little flower, she gushed every time his hot lips made contact with her, she was grateful to him.

Only now did I realise how clammy my naked body was, or indeed that I was naked at all, I would usually be very shy of laying in this state with a partner, but at that moment I felt like I wanted to be his play thing forever, and he mine. The tap in the kitchen was running; he had gone to refresh himself and when he returned, drying his face a towel, he gazed hungrily at me lying exhausted on his sofa.

“Sir...Andrew.. that was really...” I started

He advanced. I stopped trying to tell him how amazing it was, or how hard I came. He knew, and words were useless now anyway, I was too weak. He grabbed hold of my thighs. I was pulled into position; his prize, this poor little unsuspecting gazelle was finally spent; now the Tiger fully claimed her. He settled between my legs with his warm body over mine and he sucked my breasts, slowly swirling his tongue around, his hands squeezing and caressing. If I closed my eyes I could have focused on the pleasure he was giving me more, but I had to look at him, I ran my fingers through his hair again and felt his head move around as he worked his tongue. The light sucking sounds and the occasional brush of his warm, hard dick against my inner thigh made my pussy gush again; I suddenly needed him inside me urgently.

“Surely your tongue is tired?” I moaned softly into his ear. “I want to give myself to you completely”

Mr. B raised his head, his eyes searching me.

Our gazes remained fixed on each other as his hand slid down to between my legs, he took hold of his beautiful cock and massaged it up and down.

“Do I need to use anything?” he whispered. He was suddenly serious.

I thought hard, had I remembered my pill? I hadn’t expected any of this to happen, as much as I wanted it too. I remember then I became transfixed by the gravity of what I was doing…I was actually going to have sex with my teacher… I was his toy; his good, clever girl, he was so sexy; I had never been so turned on in my life.

“Rebecca!” he called me back, his tone was authoritive “Do I need to use any protection?”

“Oh, baby” I murmured, I put my arms around his neck. “No, No its fine…I…I have it taken care of”

Andrew nodded and went back to kissing my neck; he used his weight to lay me back further on the sofa and he pushed his whole body closer to mine. I could feel him stroking his head against my soft petals, delving deeper between them and soaking himself with my excitable moisture, his tip felt hot and smooth. I impatiently tried to wrap my legs around his waist in an attempt to coax him inside, but he calmed me…

“Keep very still, don’t close your eyes.” With him- everything was a lesson.

Our foreheads rested against each other while he kept stroking and stroking, until finally he pushed forward and slowly withdrew his hand. He burrowed into me slowly, I tried to keep my eyes open but I felt a sting, I moaned and hid my head on his shoulder. He embraced me, pushing deeper, we panted rhythmically and I squeezed his hand. When he could go no further, he exhaled with a groan.

“Am I in a good place for you?” he breathed into my ear. This turned into something he would regularly say during sex, but the first time he caught me off guard.

“What?” I gasped. I had being holding my breath.

He withdrew, shuffled his body, and entered me again. This time I felt the waves of pleasure instantly; my mouth opened, my back arched, my eyes rolled back, I moaned deeply and gripped onto him. My pussy moulded herself around his manhood; she squeezed his cock tightly and drew him deeper inside, we were a team; she and I. Andrew gave an exasperated gasp, his face looked slightly shocked. After a few pulses, and like a true gentleman, he dropped to his elbows, and held my hands either side of my head. We moaned together on every entry, his angle was utter perfection, his pace heavenly.

“Ohh, My good girl, my good baby girl” he panted. His voice was shaking and sexier than ever.

Mr. B picked up his pace; I instinctively raised my legs and wrapped them around his back, he sunk deeper inside me and let out a growl that I had never heard from him before. He rose to his knees and his hands took hold of my ass from underneath, he gripped tightly, he pounded harder. As my fingernails dug into his back, and we cried out together, it crossed my mind how one’s biology so elegantly took over in these deeply primal situations; Andrew caught my gaze, was he thinking the same?

I held onto the back of his head by his hair, our heads touched again, our eyes were fixed together. He had the most incredible sex face, he looked like he was almost in pain, his face flushed, his flop of hair wet, and beads of sweat forming on his forehead, wetting my hair. Before I was always embarrassed by the idea of sex talk, but when my teacher fucked me I always knew what to say to him; the first time was no exception…

“Ah…Am I…Am I tight enough for you b- baby?” I panted into his ear.

His eyes squeezed shut.

I felt him hardening, he grew bigger inside me, I could feel him approaching the point of no return…

“Oh f-fuck…Rebecca…Oh fuck…f-fuck” he whispered breathlessly.

I grinded my pussy into him, we moved together effortlessly. My nose felt blocked, my eyes streamed, my toes curled. I cried out his name as he pushed deeper, he occasionally thrusted deep enough to shake me to the core, but not on every entry, that needed to change:

“H-Harder, harder…mm harder, harder, harder, h-harder…harder, harder” the word fluttered from my lips to his ear like a delicate butterfly.

He held my arms above my head and lifted his body up… no more Mr. nice guy. Sweat fell from his face onto mine; his whole body glistened. The sight of him panting as he feverishly pounded this young girl who had dared to think she could tempt him makes me intensely turned on even now. He was holding his breath again, just as he had done before he came in my mouth earlier that day, every exhale was a torturous growl that completely drowned out my own ecstatic cries. I had this effect on him; I possessed him again.

“Oh… cum inside m-me, Sir…Cum in..inside m-me” I called out to him. “I n-neeeed..you”.

Our fingers entwined, my legs squeezed him. Andrew couldn’t even speak anymore his concentration was too intense. Suddenly, he looked straight forward, as though God himself had appeared in front of him. His mouth opened, his pupils dilated, he gripped me tightly, pushing deeper inside and no longer pulling out …critical mass.

“Aaaahhh..f-fuuuuck….oh baaaaby giiirll” he cried out.

The feeling of his ejaculation became one of the most addictive things about sleeping with him; he would yell and almost sob, and I felt every shot so strongly, especially the first one. I held him firmly inside me, I didn’t want to miss out on a drop of his precious material. He collapsed on top of me immediately after, our bodies were soaked, we breathlessly heaved and moaned together. I pressed his head to my chest and gently stroked his head. Holding him after his orgasm was the holy grail of our sexual encounters, something about cradling a grown man as we both basked in the after glow of a really good fuck satisfied me to my soul, and still does.

Characteristically, he was never in a hurry to pull out of me afterwards, we would lay together till our breathing slowed, and often talk quietly to each other amongst the debris of the wild time that had preceded. The post copulation exchange this first time was something I will never forget…

“Rebecca?” he groaned.

“mmm”

“Do you remember which hormone we release after sex, to aid bonding and social interaction?”

“Oxytocin, Andrew”

“mm, good girl”.