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Teacher, Teacher
by Airgunner (address withheld)

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A young boy's first time with his teacher. (F/m-teen, 
ped)

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Author note: I'm a new author and I'm probably going to 
make a number of mistakes concerning content, dialogue 
and whatever other mistakes new authors make. On the 
other hand, the tales I'm going to relate online are 
for the most part true or at least based in truth. If 
you can bear with this sort of caveat, read on.

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Miss Holmes

When I was about 13 years old, I attended a Canadian 
military school. In fact, I'd attended military schools 
for most of my life, because my father was a soldier in 
the Canadian Army. He'd served during WW2 as a tank 
driver, and re-joined the Army after he graduated from 
an auto-body repair course in a civilian college. My 
mother and I (and eventually my brother and sister) 
followed my father throughout his postings across 
Canada, so I was rarely able to call any particular 
city or town "home." I should add that "military 
schools" for Canadian kids meant that the Department of 
National Defence sponsored regular schools for the 
dependants of military personnel. 

So, a "military school" was nothing more than a school 
established on a military base or "camp" as they were 
called in those days. Teachers for these schools were 
hired on a one year contract, and they came from all 
parts of the country, hoping to gain experience to add 
to their resumes. My Grade 6 teacher at Buffalo Park 
School, in Camp Wainwright, Alberta, was a Miss Holmes, 
who hailed from the province of New Brunswick. ( If you 
are still alive, Miss Holmes, I apologize... I know I 
promised to say nothing, but after 50 years, I'm having 
a problem sitting on our secret!)

Miss Holmes was a lovely woman of about 35 years old 
when she became my "home room" teacher in Grade 6. I 
was around 12 to 13 years old and horny as a half-
fucked fox in a forest fire. I had a perpetual hard-on 
and would have cheerfully mounted any female of any 
species that would have stood still for more than 30 
seconds. On my first day of Grade 6, Miss Holmes 
introduced herself to the class and thereby triggered 
instant fantasies among the male population of her 
class. 

She was gorgeous and she wore makeup and had her hair 
done daily, so she was every bit as lovely as the women 
we kids saw on television and we all fantasized about 
her. With dark hair and a curvaceous body, she 
patrolled the aisles of desks in her 35 student class 
while we tried to bury ourselves in our studies, and 
the only successful students were the girls. Most of my 
male counterparts admitted to having wet dreams about 
her. Miss Holmes had legs that were absolutely 
outstanding, and all of my male classmates (and 
possibly some of the female classmates) fantasized 
about having those legs spread apart or better yet, 
wrapped about their waists. 

Miss Holmes was obviously aware of the impact she was 
having on her male students. She would sit on her desk, 
with one leg dangling so that her shoe would touch the 
floor while the other leg would be bent to expose her 
crotch. She wore panties and nylon stockings held up 
with a garter belt, the style of the day in the '50's, 
and she drove me and my male friends wild with lust. 

She assumed that position several times in the course 
of a day, and in doing so, she probably knew that she 
was triggering dozens of masturbatory fantasies. In 
retrospect, given the average ages of her students, I'm 
reasonably certain that Miss Holmes was a female 
pedophile. These days that sort of behaviour would be 
wildly censored, and my favourite teacher would have 
been behind bars for most of her life. However, this 
was the '50's and things were far different back then.

Miss Holmes worked hard to encourage our creativity, 
and she was devoted to plays and musical presentations. 
I was one of her favourite students, so just before 
Christmas of 1959 (I think), I wrote a Christmas play 
about a Canadian Naval ship visiting Hawaii during 
Christmas. I was enrolled in the Navy League of Canada, 
so I had a good idea of the topic about which I was 
writing. If the play was accepted, I knew that I could 
get Navy uniforms from the Sea Cadet stores, and I also 
knew that there was a supply of grass skirts at the 
school, a hold-over from a skit put on by the girls 
who'd done a number the previous year concerning hula 
girls in response to an Elvis Presley tune of the day 
from the movie "Blue Hawaii." 

I submitted the draft of my play to Miss Holmes and she 
was entranced by it. She asked me to stay after school 
to discuss it privately. At the time, I had a part-time 
job delivering newspapers, so I was unable to stay 
after school. Miss Holmes then asked if I'd be able to 
visit her in her room in the Officer's Mess to discuss 
my play. I, of course, said yes. When I got home that 
evening, I informed my parents that I had to go to Miss 
Holmes' room to talk about the play. My mother was 
against it for some reason, but my father had no 
problem with it. I think he may have thought it might 
save him a lot of embarrassing questions regarding sex 
in the years to come. In any event, I as given the 
green light to visit Miss Holmes in her room after I'd 
had my supper. 

I arrived at the Officer's Mess shortly after 6:00 that 
evening, and Miss Holmes had just returned to her room 
after supper. I'd brought along a notebook and pencil 
to make notes on what I was sure would be a 
constructive critique concerning the draft of my little 
play. When I knocked on her door, Miss Holmes opened 
it, still dressed in the clothes she'd worn at school 
that day, a deliciously tight skirt and blouse. 

Her room was somewhat Spartan. There was a single bed 
along one wall, a desk and a chair and one easy chair 
with a lamp beside it. There were no closets, but there 
were two free-standing double lockers for her personal 
effects and clothing. It was a very warm evening, and 
she had both windows open, so the room was comfortably 
breezy. It was warm enough that I wore shorts that 
evening, which I rarely did. 

When I entered, I went to the desk and sat in the 
chair, assuming she'd want to dictate some notes for 
me. Miss Holmes closed and locked the door, which I 
guessed she did as a rule, because she lived in a mixed 
gender barracks. She sat on her bed, which was really 
nothing more than a cot with a thick mattress, and 
began to talk to me about my play. I sat at the desk, 
pencil poised to take notes, when she said, 

"Eric, why don't you come here and sit beside me? 
There's only one chair at the desk, and I'd like to 
point out some of the errors in your play, but we need 
to read it together. You can bring your note pad and 
take notes as we discuss the draft."

I gathered up my notepad and pencil, and with pounding 
heart, I rose from the chair. As I crossed the room, 
she sat upright on the bed, and as she did, her legs 
parted enough to give me a clear shot up her skirt. My 
cock rose immediately as I saw the vee of her panties 
and the tops of her nylon stockings. The crotch of my 
shorts bulged outward, and I covered myself with my 
notepad to hide the evidence of my lust. I joined her 
on the bed, sitting beside her and my erection grew 
even harder. 

Her perfume, which I had scarcely noticed beforehand, 
was overpowering, and I could barely breathe because of 
the erotic effect it was having on me. Miss Holmes 
moved closer, so that our bodies were touching, and she 
began to read through the play I'd written. When she 
slid over beside me, her skirt moved up her thighs, and 
I could see the dark portion of her nylon stockings, 
the part that was immediately below the garter belt. My 
cock throbbed, but I desperately tried to ignore it. 
Miss Holmes asked me,

"Where did you come up with this idea? It's a very good 
play for someone of your age, but I wonder if you 
plagiarized it from someone else. Did you?"

I was speechless, because when she finished the 
question she dropped her right hand onto my bare thigh, 
only inches from my throbbing cock. She looked at me 
and smiled knowingly, her eyebrows raised 
questioningly. I told her, 

"No, I made up the play myself. I thought of the Navy 
thing because I'm in the Navy League and some of the 
kids in the League have been on ships that went to 
Hawaii. So I just sort of included their stories in my 
play. Is that OK? I didn't mean to plagiarize, if 
that's what it means." 

Miss Holmes smiled at me and winked. She said,

"No, I didn't think you'd stolen anything from anyone. 
You're much too nice a kid to do anything like that, 
but I had to be sure before I allow the play to be 
entered into the end-of-year closing ceremonies. I 
think your play will win the "Best Entry" prize for the 
graduation ceremony in June, but I needed to be sure it 
wasn't a stolen idea. Now, come closer and let's look 
at some of the dialogue to see if we can make it more 
natural."

I moved closer to her, my cock throbbing, and she 
leaned over, holding the loose leaf pages of my writing 
so that we could both read them. Her perfume was 
driving me wild, and as she leaned against me, I could 
feel the soft press of her right breast against my arm. 
I stole a peek and found that she'd either forgotten to 
button her blouse or she'd unbuttoned it intentionally. 
Notwithstanding, I could see the soft curve of her 
breasts, and, to my amazement, I noted that she'd 
removed her brassiere. Her nipples were hard and 
protruding enough to place punctuation marks on her 
blouse. My cock began to leak, dribbling pre-cum into 
my shorts. These were the very breasts I'd fantasized 
about all year, and their proximity was driving me 
wild. 

She began to read through the text of my play, pausing 
from time to time to ask relevant questions. It was all 
I could do to remain coherent as she read aloud. The 
scent of her perfume, her nearness and the sight of her 
perfect legs and breasts had me in a state of semi 
consciousness, and I was ready to blow my load. Then it 
happened. She asked me something and to punctuate her 
question, she dropped her hand onto my leg, only inches 
from the end of my cock. The feel of her warm hand on 
my bare leg made my cock throb , and I groaned softly. 

"What's the matter, Eric?" she asked, her hand slowly 
caressing my leg. "Does this bother you?"

"No," I croaked, my cock pulsing at the feel of her 
long fingernails on the flesh of my legs. 

"Do you mind me doing this?" she asked, and again I 
managed a throaty "No." 

"Good," she said, "because I want to do more than this. 
I want to feel you all over. Would that be okay with 
you?" I nearly fainted with desire when I nodded my 
head. 

Miss Holmes ran her fingertips under the legs of my 
shorts and brushed the tip of my throbbing cock. It 
pulsed in anticipation, and I hunched my hips 
involuntarily. "Oh, God," I croaked. 

"Eric, I've seen you looking at me in class this year. 
Do you like what you see?" she asked. 

"Yes," I said hoarsely. Her fingers were slowly 
stroking my bare thigh, inches from my cock, and I knew 
that if she kept it up, I'd be cumming in her hand. 

"Would you like to see all of me? Would you like to see 
the things you've wanted to see all year?,," she asked. 
I nodded breathlessly, my entire focus on the pulsating 
hardness between my legs. 

"Well here, then, look at my boobs," she said, opening 
her blouse and revealing the wonderful breasts I'd only 
imagined for the past year. "Would you like to suck on 
my nipples?" she asked. They were absolutely wonderful, 
about a size 36 with large, hard nipples that begged to 
be suckled. She laid back on the bed, pulling me on top 
of her, and I plunged into her chest, capturing a 
breast in my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue flicking 
across the swollen nipple. 

Miss Holmes groaned softly, pulling my head hard 
against her chest. "Yes, my little man, suck on Mummy's 
boobs," she groaned. I suckled hard, pulling her nipple 
into my mouth as deeply as I could, while she pulled my 
head hard against her chest. She loved the oral 
attention, groaning against my lips, shoving the nipple 
deeper into my mouth. "Oh, yes... suck it, baby. Suck 
me hard. Do it. I want you to suck my tits... oh, yeah! 
More!

I felt her take my hand, pulling it downward to her 
legs. She whispered into my ear, 

"Touch me...rub me," and she pulled the gusset of her 
panties to one side. She pulled my hand to her crotch, 
gasping softly into my ear, " Rub me...feel me, 
darling." I slid my fingers into her sopping crotch, 
knowing somehow that she would like the feeling. She 
groaned in affirmation, hunching her hips up against my 
probing fingers. I could feel her cunt throbbing 
against my hand, her juices dripping down my fingers. I 
pumped my fingers in and out, and she moaned against my 
ear, "Yes... do it... oh, yes!" 

I had no idea what that meant, but I did know what I 
was doing was giving her a lot of pleasure, so I 
carried on. The juices from her cunt were slopping down 
over my hand, and the room was filled with the moans of 
her pleasure. She rocked up and down, humping my hand, 
and eventually, she reached down and pulled my hand 
hard into her cunt as she came hard. My hand was soaked 
with the juices of her sopping cunt and my cock was 
ready to explode. 

Eventually, she allowed my hand to go, and she sat up, 
a satisfied smile on her face. She said, "That was 
fantastic! Where did you learn how to do that?"

I had no ready answer. I'd fooled around with a couple 
of younger girls before her, but nothing could compare 
with what I'd just experienced. I'd talked Jeanette 
Eadie and Diane Danchuck into allowing me to "fuck" 
them, but those experiences were no more than rubbing 
myself between the lips of their cunts. It felt good, 
and I'm sure it felt good for those girls as well, but 
it was nothing compared to Miss Holmes. 

So there I was, lying between her spread legs, my hand 
drenched with her orgasmic juices that had turned her 
panties into a sopping mess. My cock was throbbingly 
hard, and I wanted to plunge it into her somehow, but I 
had no idea of where to begin. She reached down between 
our bodies and grasped the shaft, and I nearly came in 
her hand. She said, 

"Oh dear. I've got you all hot and bothered, haven't I? 
Let's see if I can help you out. Stand up, Eric."

I stood beside the bed and she sat up, spreading her 
legs on either side of me. My cock was achingly hard, 
making a tent of my shorts. She asked me, 

"Do you play with yourself?" I had no idea of what she 
meant. Of course I played with myself. My sister is a 
girl and she had no interest in boy games, and my 
brother was too young to play with. After all, my idea 
of playing was pretending to be cowboy heroes or Army 
guys. I told Miss Holmes that I did play with myself, 
but usually with other kids. She understood immediately 
that I didn't understand the question, so she re-worded 
it. 

"Do you rub yourself when you're alone?"

Well, that was something else again. Yes indeed, I did 
rub myself when I was alone, but only because it felt 
so good. I somehow knew that it was a bad thing to 
do....anything that felt so good must be bad. I would 
rub for what seemed like hours, but apart from feeling 
good, nothing had ever happened in terms of orgasm. So 
I nodded in reply to her question, my throat dry and my 
little balls aching. She smiled up at me and said,

"I'm going to make you feel very good now. Please pull 
down your shorts and underwear." 

The student in me demanded that I comply, but I was 
very nervous. I knew that as soon as I pulled down my 
underwear, my hard cock was going to be evident and I 
wasn't sure that Miss Holmes should see that. I 
hesitated, and she took over for me. She grabbed my 
shorts from the bottom and pulled them down, her long 
fingernails scratching the skin of my legs in a most 
erotic manner. My underwear was bulging, and she sighed 
softly, saying, 

"Oh my...you really ARE hot and bothered, aren't you?"

She tucked her fingers into the waistband of my GWG's 
and tugged them down my legs. My erection popped up, 
slapping her on the forehead as she lowered my knickers 
to my ankles. She giggled softly and then looked up at 
me. My cock was pulsating in front of her face when she 
said, 

"All right, my little man. Trust me... I am going to 
make you feel very good and then it will be your turn. 
But let's get rid of this virgin load, all right?"

She grasped my hard cock in her right hand and pushed 
back the foreskin as I gasped with pleasure. Whatever a 
"virgin load" meant, she was about to get something 
very soon if she kept up what she was doing! Miss 
Holmes leaned forward and suddenly my tiny cock was 
enveloped in hot wetness. I looked down and saw that 
she had put my cock in her mouth. Her tongue was 
flicking all over the head and she was slowly jerking 
me with her right hand. I don't know where the instinct 
came from, but I began to hunch my hips, fucking her 
mouth as she sucked me.

"Oh, yes, fuck my mouth," she gasped as she pulled off 
my cock briefly. I complied joyfully. My balls were 
aching and I was on fire from the waist down. I could 
feel that something was about to happen that had never 
happened before, but I also knew that whatever it was 
would be good and natural, so I wasn't too concerned. 
All I wanted was for whatever it was to happen! 

I could hear her lips on my cock, slurping as I plunged 
in and out of her mouth, and the sound alone was 
driving me wild with passion. I felt her arm move, and 
when I looked down, I could see her rubbing her cunt 
with her left hand as she sucked me. 

She was grunting and slobbering on my cock, her breasts 
heaving and suddenly I knew that whatever was going to 
happen was happening. I grabbed her head and buried my 
cock deep in her mouth and suddenly the most exquisite 
feeling in the world poured through me. 

I could feel my cock swelling and my balls lifted, and 
then I was squirting into her mouth, my first cum, 
shooting in long ropes down my teacher's throat. She 
began to grunt loudly as my cock pummeled her throat 
and her hand went wild, rubbing herself faster and 
faster. I could smell her hot cunt, the aroma wafting 
into my nostrils as I shot my very first load into her 
mouth. 

When I had finally finished blowing my cum into her 
mouth, I collapsed onto the bed beside her. She 
swallowed every drop and laid back beside me, removing 
her hand slowly from within her panties. She kissed me, 
and I could taste the sweet saltiness of my own cum on 
her lips. She said,

"Dear God, that was great! I can't wait to move to Act 
2!"

I had no idea what she was talking about until she 
reached down and found my still-stiff cock with her 
hand. 

"Oh yes, my little man. Now you're going to find out 
what it's all about."

She rolled over on top of me, pulling her skirt up 
around her waist. My stiff cock was jutting upward, and 
she positioned herself on top of it. She reached 
between her legs, grasping my cock and held it upright. 
Slowly, she pushed herself down on it, and suddenly I 
was surrounded with a hot, wet cunt. 

She groaned with pleasure and then leaned forward, 
dragging those magnificent breasts across my face. I 
sucked a nipple into my mouth, knowing that she loved 
it, and she began to hump up and down on my rigid cock. 
I felt myself sliding in and out of her as she fucked 
me, her cunt clasping my cock as she rode me. Suddenly, 
I knew I was going to cum again and I began to pump my 
hips up and down. 

"Oh you're a fast learner, aren't you?" she gasped, 
sliding herself up and down my cock. She reached 
between her legs and began to diddle herself as she 
fucked me and that put me over the top. I exploded, my 
cock spewing hot shots of cum deep within her. She 
jammed herself down until I was buried to the balls 
inside her and she rubbed herself frantically, cumming 
and grunting as I pumped my own cum into her. It seemed 
to take forever, but she finally rolled off me and laid 
on the bed beside me. 

"That was absolutely lovely, my little man. We will 
have to do this again!"

And we did. When I went home that night I was a changed 
person. I knew everything there was to know about the 
secrets of life, and I had a very good idea of why my 
female classmates were constantly teasing me with 
displays of their underdeveloped software. Miss Holmes 
and I "got it on" several times after our first "date." 

On one occasion she blew me in the classroom after 
school, and on another I fucked her from behind in the 
clothes locker room. Most memorably, we went for a car 
ride out into the training area in Wainwright, after 
the summer troop concentration had ended. There were 
acres and acres of land available for parking, and when 
we stopped, it was in a poplar bluff in the middle of 
nowhere. She sucked me and played with herself while 
she did so. Then she bent herself over the front seat 
and asked me to fuck her in the butt. She'd brought 
along a tube of Vaseline, and after some lubricants 
were applied, I did as she asked. It was incredible. 

Unfortunately, word of our little trysts reached the 
ears of the Principal, and Miss Holmes was refused a 
contract for the following year. I went into a major 
depression when I learned of her departure, but it 
wasn't long before I was applying what she'd taught me 
to kids of my own age. But that's a whole 'nother 
story. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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