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Subject: My True Sex Life 5/7 - Renee (mf, teen)
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Renee was two months away from 16 on the night that I fucked her, and to this
day I'm not entirely sure whether she was a virgin or not when I did it. I would
tend to say not, but she definitely wasn't sexually experienced. How did I meet
her? Well it's slightly embarrassing, and could perhaps get me into trouble
should anyone find out the truth, so I'm keeping key details under wraps. But in
short, she was a student at the school where I did my first ever teaching round
as a student. I spent four weeks at this school teaching classes and being
evaluated by a supervising teacher - if they had found out what I had been
teaching Renee, I'd be hauling garbage right now, not teaching.

Renee was in a Year Ten class I'd been teaching, and right from the outset I
struck up a rapport with her - in a strict student/teacher sense, of course. She
was intelligent, outgoing and popular with other students, but had a reputation
with other teachers of being stubborn and a bit disruptive. I never thought of
her as being stunningly beautiful - to me all young girls have a beauty about
them - but she certainly was no ugly duckling. Her hair was mousy-blond and she
wore it shoulder-length, while her face was slim and almost angelic, with a
small nose, high cheekbones and full, red lips.

As mentioned, I always got along well with her, and she would often stop me in
the corridor for a chat between classes. But it was no more than that - at least
until one evening when I was out with my more 'grown-up' friends for a night
out. Having started with a meal at the local hotel, then moving onto some
concerted drinking, I discovered my funds were running low and made my apologies
to head to a cash machine at the local bank. Having collected my money, I turned
the corner to head back to the bar when I spotted a girl coming my way wearing a
cut-off blouse and the shortest of skirts. Not being one to refuse a browse of
some choice female flesh, I began to eye her up when...

"Mr. W*****!" said a recognisable voice. "Erm, hi there..." I said unsurely as I
approached the girl. When my eyes focussed, I was amazed to see that it was
Renee - all 15 years and 5'3" of her - but that wasn't what caught my attention
at first. It was her breasts, proud, obvious and tightly coccooned in the tight
cotton of her blouse. I felt a trifle embarrassed when she stopped me and struck
up a conversation, as my eyes seemed to be continually drawn to her tits like a
magnet, and I didn't know where to focus my gaze. Renee told me that she had
been planning to see a movie at the local cinema with two of her friends, but
they had absconded with two boys for a 'make-out' session; she didn't want to be
the odd-one-out, so said farewell and was looking for something else to do. When
I explained that I was out for a drinking session with friends and was heading
back, she looked as though her world had collapsed and I felt incredibly sorry
for her, which is how it all started.

Renee then told me she would love to join me in the pub, but being 15 she was
bound to be asked for identification, so that option was out. "I didn't think
you were the drinking type?" I suggested, to which she replied that she often
got "smashed" on the weekend with her erstwhile friends. Feeling sympathy for
her, I suggested we get a couple of drinks from the local bottle-shop, share
them and have a chat, before she went her own way and I rejoined my friends. She
agreed, and we walked to the local store where I purchased three beers and she
asked for two mixed rum-and-coke drinks. Not wanting to be seen corrupting a
minor in public, I suggested we head to a little-used park to share our drinks.

Being a warm night, when we got to the park we lay down on the grass, some
distance from the road to avoid detection. I cracked a beer and she sipped
carefully on her drink, as we discussed school, her classmates and other
teachers, her friends, what she wanted to do after school - that type of thing.
She was open and frank with me, sharing her concerns, telling me things in
confidence about her friends having sex and taking drugs, while I was equally
open with her, telling her which teachers I disliked at her school. Before long
we were chatting, joking and giggling like old friends.

The mood turned serious when Renee paused, raised into a sitting-sqautting
position very close to me head, then told me that she really liked me, and that
she would be sad when I finished my rounds; she wished I could stay at her
school full-time. I apologised and said that I'm sure I'd see her around - as I
said this, I placed my hand on my knee as reassurance. Obviously she
misinterpreted the gesture, because she quickly moved her head down and started
kissing my lips. Up to this point I hadn't intended making a move on her - in
fact I was only spending some time with her because I liked her, and didn't want
to offend her or appear insensitive. But now, with her lips on mine, I realised
what Renee really wanted and changed tack.

I started to kiss her back, very gently, then offered her some tongue. She took
it, nervously at first, then responded by gently laying the palm of her right
hand on the side of my face. My hand remained on her knee, and after a few
minutes of slow kissing I tenderly started to rub it further along her soft,
teenage thigh. At this, her flesh formed tiny goosebumps, and being a warm night
I knew it was from excitement and not cold. We continued kissing passionately in
the dark corner of the park, when suddenly realisation popped into my head about
what I was doing - or more precisely, what would happen to me if I was caught
doing what I was doing!

With this in mind, I moved my lips away from hers and placed one hand on her
shoulder to stop her. I told her that what we were doing was wrong, that I would
get into serious trouble if anyone found out, but she responded by telling me
that it was what she wanted to do - it would be our secret, she didn't mind at
all and wouldn't tell a soul. A sucker for a pretty face, I said "OK" then
returned to her, kissing her even harder and more passionately. After a few more
minutes of this I began to fall down slowly to the grass, pulling her gently
with me. We ended up lying side by side, my right hand resting on her mini-clad
hip, my tongue exploring her mouth and her firm young tits pressing keenly into
my chest.

Growing bolder, my hand left the material of her skirt and ventured down to the
bare flesh of her mid-thigh. Her skin was as smooth as satin, and I continued to
touch her leg until I grew bored of this, and moved it slowly, slowly around the
back of her thigh and under the tight confines of the skirt. I touched her tight
arse through some brief cotton panties, her breathing changing noticeably as I
did this, probably more through nervousness than excitement. But I kept going,
my fingers slipping beneath the elastic of her underwear to explore the firm
round globes of her butt. I used my hand to lever her forward, pressing her
groin tightly to mine, and I was thrilled to find she accepted this rather risky
manouvre - it was here I started to contemplate the thought of fucking my keen
young student.

Taking my elongated third finger, I slipped it between the crack formed by
Renee's arse, ever so slowly, and encountered my first touch of her wispy, fair
pubic hair. Venturing in further, my fingertip then met the soft, pillowy folds
of her pussy, parting the tightly-clad lips then rubbing along the inner folds
of her cunt. She was already wet by this stage, but not excessively so, although
I was determined to rectify this. I pushed higher and found her clitoris,
nestled at the top of her slit, and lightly encircled it with slow, purposeful
strokes of my middle finger. At this stage her breathing became heavy and
sporadic, and I stopped kissing her briefly to savour her response - she placed
her head on my right shoulder as I fingered her clit, my ear right next to her
open mouth as her audible breathing and occasional moans and gasps emerged.
After some time her pussy was a veritable flood of juices, and I decided to take
matters a little further.

On my side as I was, it was a little awkward, but I managed to manouvre my left
hand to my zip, slowly inching it down and extracting my erect dick through the
gap of my boxer shorts. My cock is long, over seven inches, but fairly narrow -
but it seems to do the trick, I've never had any complaints. I wasn't sure how
she would react, but I proceeded anyway, removing my right-hand from her panties
for an instance and taking her hand, wrapping it around my hard shaft. She took
it almost reluctantly at first, just lightly grasping it without any movement,
but once I returned my finger to her clitoris she got into the swing of things,
gripping it tightly and giving it the occasional jerk back and forwards. I had
to beckon her to soften her grip at one stage, as she threatened to strangle my
dick, but she was a quick learner and soon was jacking me off like a pro.

With my cock rampant, Renee's pussy gaping and soaking, and a stream of loud
moans coming from her mouth I knew it was time for action. I quickly slipped my
hand from her underpants to slide her mini-skirt up around her waist, rolling
her over onto her back as I completed the task. Not wanting to pause for fear of
her changing her mind, I didn't bother removing her panties, instead pulling the
gusset to one side as I rolled atop her. She was looking very nervous at this
stage, her bright blue eyes staring at me cautiously and her mouth forming a
peculiar shape, so I decided to just hold off for a few seconds, to give her
ample opportunity to change her mind before I penetrated her. I spent this brief
moment rubbing the head of my engorged dick up and down her moistened gash, and
when she said nothing, I knew it was time to get moving!

I stared intently into her eyes, moved my hips forward slightly, then pressed
forward and guided my cock directly up her young, tight cunt. She gasped and
looked almost pained as I entered her, moving her body fractionally away from me
- however she didn't stop me, and I took this as consent. I kept pushing and
pushing, her pussy gradually giving way until I had all of my seven inches
lodged hotly and tightly inside her belly. My balls were resting snugly against
her bare arse-crack, her legs were spread wide on the grass, and her eyes were
shut tightly, either concentrating on the feeling of my penetration or closed to
combat the obvious discomfort her vagina was feeling.

After a full minute she seemed to have relaxed, and I started my gentle
movements in and out of her teenage pussy. I went slowly, not only because I
didn't want to hurt her but because my own orgasm was already building. I
instead commenced grinding movements, the hard bone of my groin rubbing firmly
and constantly against her clitoris and its surrounding area. She certainly
seemed to enjoy this, letting out a slightly-silenced "oh!" at ever entry, so I
continued for several minutes. Her pussy was adapting to my cock, loosening ever
so slightly and seemingly becoming more wet - however it mattered little, as my
own come was rising. I should have pulled out, not having discussed the matter
of contraception with her, but stupidity ruled and I continued thrusting at a
quicker pace until I released three thick bolts of cum into her writhing young
body. This time it was me doing the groaning, as her sucking pussy milked every
drop of semen from me, until I collapsed on top of her panting. It was one of
the best fucks I've ever had (is there ever a bad one?)

We separated then lay on the grass for a half-hour, discussing what we had done
and the likely ramifications if we were ever found out. Renee promised not to
tell a soul, not even her friends, because she liked me too much to get me into
trouble. I thanked her for that, and we returned to our small-talk from before,
only this time my arm was around her and her left-hand spent the minutes
fondling and examining my flaccid, cum-stained cock. Of course before too long I
was hard again, and I prompted Renee to remove her panties completely and sit
atop me. This she did, and I entered her with far more ease than before, and
after a few nervous minutes of adaptation she began riding me like a pro, her
slim young hips going backwards and forwards as she ground her clit down onto my
body. I really wanted to make her cum, so I moved my right-hand down to where
our groins were connected and reverse-cupped her pussy, my thumb nesting firmly
over her erect clit. I then pushed up with my own hips, rubbed her button and
before long she was moaning, gibbering and crying like a seasoned whore. 

Renee was well and truly spent and exhausted, so I took advantage by rolling her
over face-down on the grass, getting behind her and pulling her hips skyward so
that she was kneeling on only her knees, her face and shoulders still firmly
pressed into the cool grass. I raised the material of her skirt and my eyes
feasted on the sight of a young, teenaged silken-haired pussy aglow with the
sight and smell of a recent orgasm. I slipped my dick inside and proceeded to
pump her hard and fast, revelling in the tiny grunts she made when I hit bottom.
I reached under her cut-off top and fondled her budding breasts for a while,
until my orgasm approached. This time sounder heads prevailed and I pulled out
just at the last minute, my cock spewing jism all over the beautiful sight of
her 15-year-old pussy. 

After the formalities of more discussion, I bid Renee farewell and returned to
my friends, offering to walk her home or call her a cab (which she declined.) I
never fucked her again, in fact we only ever spoke of the incident once when
guilt got the better of me and I cornered her in a classroom at school. I
apologised for 'taking advantage', to which she replied that I had nothing to be
sorry for, as she was a more than willing participant. I asked her about the
possibility of pregnancy, and was relieved to hear that she thought it was a
'safe' time and therefore we had little to worry about. We parted then agreeing
to remain friends, and me offering my 'phone number to her should she ever had
any problems. I often see her today, she is now 21 and still quite pretty, and
currently attached to a leading football player in our town. Our little liaison
in the park now serves as one of my key jack-off fantasies.


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