From rbs@phoenix.princeton.edu Fri May 16 05:33:45 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Teacher/Bad School Girl Tale
From: rbs@phoenix.princeton.edu (Rebecca B. Schulman)
Date: 16 May 1997 09:33:45 GMT
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 "Nina!"  Mr Burton yelled, just the tiniest bit too urgently.  She
stopped, turned her head blankly, letting her shoulders fall just
slightly, casual.  "What?" she asked, not even turning around.  
  "Come here.  I need to see you."  Nina dropped her schoolbooks as
her friends turned and filtered out of the room, leaving them alone.
  Nina folded her arms and looked impatient.  She said nothing.
  "Sit down."  Nina's expression didn't change except to smirk
slightly.  She leaned forward ever so slightly, taunting him. Her prep
school skirt hung a bit past the middle of her slim thighs,
camoflaging the crossing of her legs. She pulled her head back.  She
knew that she could get away with it.
   "Where were you today after lunch, Nina?"  he looked straight at
her blank gaze, his teeth almost clenched, annoyedness exuding from
his tone.
  "Out."  She didn't move.  
  "Out?"  He was speechless for a second.  "What were you doing?"
  "Nothing."  A few of her brown curls bounced out of her bun as she
looked up at him,
  "Ahh, nothing.  Just what is nothing?  I don't think it was nothing.
Where was Brad?"
  "With me.  It's none of your business."  
  "It's my class.  Of course it's my business," he snapped.
  "No it's not."
  "So just what were you and Brad up to, Ni-na?"  Burton was beginning
to enjoy this.  She sensed his change in tone, and said nothing,
looking down slightly.  "I refuse to tolerate this sort of behavior
any more, Nina.  You are making a mockery of me and my class.  From
now on you will follow the rules.  My rules."
  "Or?"  Nina was practically unphased.
   "I will feel free to let your parents know exactly _where_ you are
during lunch Nina."
   Nina stopped.  "You'll what?"
   "Yup, I will let them know _exactly_ what you are doing with that
boy.  Hell, I'll even let the class know.  I have had it with you, young
lady"
   Nina didn't quite know what to say.  "But.."
   "Much better."  Burton smirked now, seeing that he finally had her
attention.  "So how does Brad to it to you?  Does he do take it like
this?"  Mr Burton grabbed Nina's breast.  Nina jumped back.  

  "Hey!!"  
  "Hey, what?  I was asking.  I suppose I could just ask Brad, if you
won't tell me..."  She was quiet.

   "Does he take off your shirt, one button at a time, slowly?"  He
began to unbutton her shirt, exposing her satin bra, and her stomach,
and finally her belly button.  Nina shook, and tried to turn away, but
he grabbed her arm.  "Nah..nah..  Look at me now."

   Nina gave him her most intense exression of hatred, but said
nothing more.  Burton began to stroke her left breast, reaching into
her shirt, up and back, gently pinching the nipple between his
fingers.  "I bet you like it when he does that, hah?  I bet that you
like it."  Nina couldn't look at him.
   "Get the fuck off of me!" She tried to sound convincing, but she was
shaking.
   "Ah, ah..I know that you like this..come on now.  Let's not make a
fuss here.  I am just trying to keep you out of trouble.  We wouldn't
want your mommy and daddy to find out about this, would we?"  And he
finished unbuttoning her shirt.  Her breasts were perky now, but
he had to remove Nina's arms from over them.  "Take off your bra."
  "What?"
  "You heard me.  Take off your bra."  She looked at him again.  Fear
was showing through her eyes now.  She looked down at the floor and
took a deep breath.  Burton removed her bra for her.  "That's better."
His large hands too hold of her breasts, and she squirmed.  He
continued, ignoring her discomfort, "Yes, I bet this is just how you
like it.  I bet that you are a little slut, aren't you?"  Nina's blue
eyes grew wide.
  "I..I" she stopped, and soon a tear feel from her eye.  She leaned
back and shook, but said nothing more.  Burton laughed.
  "I knew it.  You're a little whore..  You're all alike, Bitches."
Burton slid his hand up her skirt and squeezed her crotch.  Hard.  It
was wet.  Nina's continued to tear and she started to shake.  He felt
her clitoris back and forth.  Nina pulled back trying not quite as
hard as before to get away.
  "You little whore.  I want you to tell me that you are a whore."
Burton could feel himself hard, his hand on Nina's little cunt,
getting wetter and soaking her cotton underwear.  Nina cried.  
   "Please."  she whispered.  "Please, I'll never do it again."
   "Oh yes you will Nina.  But you will want to do it again." Burton
smiled, 
unzipped his pants and spread her legs.  Her underwear was as wet as
her cheeks from her tears.  Burton brushed the tears away.  "No more
crying.  You're big enough for this. "  He reached under her and
pulled off her panties.  Nina unenthusiastically complied.  "Touch my
cock."  he commanded.
  Slowly, Nina's shaking hands reached into Burton's underwear.  "Take
it out."  She obeyed.  "Good girl.  Now turn around."  Nina turned
around, and he began to put his hand up her skirt and felt the wet
sides of her thighs.  Suddenly he rammed his finger up into her little
cunt.  Nina gasped.
  "Ah ah ah.."  Burton clenched his other hand over her mouth.  He
swished his fingers around inside of her.  He stood right behind her,
and pushed her towards the blackboard, feeling her butt against his
penis.  "Yes, you are a pretty good whore, Nina.  Now tell me that you
are a whore."
  "I am..not.."  but she trailed off.  He kept fingering her.  She
wiggled against him.

  "You are making me so hard, Nina.  And you have been such a bad
little whore.  I think I will need to finish your punishment.  I think
that I am going to fuck you right here."  Burton couldn't wait
anymore.  He pushed himself inside of her, slowly so as
not to hurt her too much.  He pushed her hands onto the blackboard,
and began to gently thrust her from behind.  She was so tight.

  In and out, in and out.  Nina's curls began to fall out of their
tight bun, as Burton thrusted faster and faster.  He slammed against
her butt, watching her smooth pale cheeks shake up and down.  "Just
like that, Nina, just like that.  You are a very good whore."
  Burton, felt his muscles clenching.  He pulled Nina towards, him his
forearm crushing her neck, choking her.  It was harder, harder and
faster, He spanked her.  She screamed, but he no longer cared.  She
began to push back at him, no longer trying as hard to get away.  She
was shaking, and crying, but she wanted him.
   He thrusted again and again, Nina was shaking.  God, how he had
wanted to do this.  It was all worthwhile.  This beautiful little
bitch, He could feel, it coming on, his buttocks and clenching, and
then..he released, pouring semen into her, still thrusting, banging
Nina into the blackboard.  Breatheless, he stopped.  
 
  Nina was fucking amazing.  He paused, his penis still hanging out of
his pants, feeling himself happy and relaxed. He grinned wide.
  "You can go now."