The young Teacher

The empty halls echoed around  her her as she strode confidently to  her her destination. Rita Anne was dressed in  her her usual summer uniform with the added feature of a butterfly clip in  her her hair, a gift from the person she was currently going to see.

 

Rita Anne smiled at the memory of receiving said hair clip. It had been a warm summer’s day and and she had been feeling low all week after the loss of  her her fat her her in the war. Professor George had asked  her her to see him after class. T her here he had presented  her her with the clip saying “I prefer your smile Rita Anne.”

 

Finally reaching room 3G, Rita Anne opened the door soundlessly. She walked towards the office at the back of the classroom and and knocked softly on the door.

 

“Come in” came the masculine voice that always sent  her her in a frenzy. She opened the door and and walked inside, closing it softly behind  her her. At the sound of the clicking George looked up from his desk.

 

“Ahh Rita Anne, what a pleasant surprise. It’s a little late to still be at school isn’t it?” he questioned, eyes never leaving  her hers.

 

“Yes but I need your help professor!” she said in a soft whisper. She edged closer towards him noting how his breathing rate increased slightly.

 

“I see. Well how can I help?” he replied, gulping a little.

 

“Oh professor I have this burning sensation and and no matter what I try I just can’t get it to stop” she cried.

 

“I see and and w her here exactly is the pain?” the teac her her asked.

 

Rita Anne remained silent. George could sense she was scared and and offered to try and and find it himself. He began by touching Rita Annes arm softly. She shook  her her head. He moved to  her her head. Again a no. He trailed his hands down to  her her chest, desperately avoiding  her her breasts. She shifted slightly.

 

“Is it  her here? Does it hurt  her here Rita Anne?” he asked gently pressing  her her chest. She looked deeply into his eyes. Soft, nervous hands reached forward and and took his hand in  her hers. She gently moved it until it was positioned over  her her left breast. She released  her her grasp and and sighed.

 

“H..H… her here?” George asked, his fingers burning to touch  her her. He had always wanted this girl but knew how wrong it was. They could never be toget her her but  her here she was asking to be touched. He was so turned on.

 

Rita Anne moaned slightly in agreement and and George could hold back no more. He squeezed  her her breast slightly, loving how she responded. She arched towards him and and moaned again.

 

“I need more professor it still burns” she moaned,  her her breath ragged. He squeezed  her her harder as he allowed his thumb to roll over  her her nipple. She gasped in pleasure before pulling away. George looked confused.

 

“What’s wrong Rita Anne?” he asked. The usually shy girl smirked. She pulled  her her top over  her her head, revealing large breasts covered by a skimpy red laced bra. George could only stare as Rita Anne proceeded to take the bra off and and fling it somew her here in the room. She then walked back towards him and and sat in his lap.

 

“Suck them professor. I want to feel your tongue on them. I need you so badly” she moaned pushing  her her breasts in his face.

 

George couldn’t believe the sexy little minx beneath him was still Rita Anne. Yet he couldn’t control himself. He latched onto one rock hard nipple whilst the ot her her hand caressed the ot her her breast. Rita Anne moaned in raw pleasure, grabbing fistfuls of brown locks and and pulling him closer.

 

George switched breasts and and continued to lavish Rita Anne in the most amazing ways. She thrashed about moaning louder and and louder until at last she gave way to a small orgasm.

 

George smiled.

 

“I feel much better professor” Rita Anne giggled ” but I’ll go now” she got up to leave but George pulled  her her back into his lap w her here she felt something hard prod  her her thigh.

 

“You see what you do to me Rita Anne? You drive me crazy like this and and usually I have to sort it out myself but now that you’re  her here I believe you owe me” he said as his voice became husky.

 

“But professor I… Ahhh” Rita Anne lost all thought as she felt George’s large errection rub against  her her clit. She became wet instantly and and ground against him in response.

 

“Don’t tell me you don’t want me Rita Anne. I know you need this as much as I do. Fuck stop that you’re making me hard” he growled. Rita Anne continued  her her ministrations as she felt  her herself fill with power.

 

George pushed Rita Anne onto his desk instantly ripping off  her her skirt so she was left in just  her her lacy red panties. He saw how wet she was and and decided she needed some relief.

 

He pushed  her her panties aside and and gently pushed a finger inside  her her moist opening. Rita Anne moaned loudly as she felt him curl and and flex inside  her her. She grabbed  her her breasts and and squeezed them hard as the man she loved continued teasing  her her.

 

Then suddenly he stopped and and Rita Anne sat up to see George stripping until he too was left in only his underwear.

 

Rita Anne began to touch every inch if his well toned body. Then she leaned in and and sucked on his nipple as he had done to  her her. George moaned in pleasure, grasping the edge if the desk.

 

As he felt himself reach his peak, George pulled Rita Anne back. He laid  her her back on the desk and and spread get legs wide. Then he bent down so he was no longer in sight. Rita Anne pondered what he was doing until she felt something warm and and wet lick  her her slick folds. Suddenly she yelled in pleasure as George began licking  her her out. He bit softly on  her her clit and and Rita Anne lost  her her senses as she orgasmed into his mouth. He licked  her her clean and and stood once more.

 

“You taste amazing Ri-ka” George said sounding out  her her name. She smirked up at him before removing his boxer shorts and and grabbing a hold if his pulsating dick.

 

“I think we need to sort this out don’t we” she winked. Then she guided him over towards  her her once again moist opening.

 

“Are you sure about this?” he asked “It’s your first time and and it should be special. Plus it will hurt” George said, looking concerned. Rita Anne giggled.

 

“I want it with you professor. and and it won’t hurt because I’ve practised with a vibrator every night. I always wanted you to be the one to fuck me” Rita Anne added seductively.

 

George couldn’t hold back. He didn’t care how wrong it was or whet her her he would be found out. He just wanted to fuck this amazing sex thing beneath him.

 

In one swift motion he had buried himself to the hilt. Rita Anne moaned in pleasure and and felt very little pain. George wanted to allow  her her to adjust but she was so tight that he needed to move.

 

His pace was slow at first, but he built it up bit by bit encouraged by Rita Annes pants and and moans. It didn’t take long before his had great speed and and the pair were moving like animals.

 

“Fuck I can’t hold back Rita Anne, I’m going to cum.” George yelled out as his sweating body could take no more. Rita Anne moaned in understanding as she clamped around him live a vice and and orgasmed. George shortly followed, spilling his seed deep within  her her.

 

Eventually he pulled out if  her her and and sat back in his chair. Rita Anne sat on the desk panting heavily.

 

“That was amazing professor” she whispered into his ear.

 

“Yes it was” he agreed. Then he pulled Rita Anne into his lap and and kissed  her her softly on the lips. She responded and and the kiss became passionate and and lust filled. George pulled back for air.

 

“Rita Anne I know I shouldn’t say this but you need to know. I love you” George said looking away. Rita Anne cupped his face in  her her hands and and he looked at  her her. She smiled.

 

“I love you too” she said and and kissed him again.