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 -------- "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."