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Teacher Student Love
by Treborn (1robertprince@gmail.com) 

***

A grade ten student falls in love with his teacher. 
(F/m-teen, ped, 1st, mast, oral, anal, rom)

***

The first section of this story happened to me many 
years ago in the nineteen sixties in rural Alberta. Back 
in those times student- teacher relationships were 
looked at much differently than they are today. They 
were either not noticed or ignored. 

The Part one and three section of this story is as 
remembered by me. The part two and four and epilogue are 
as explained to me by Miss Mills after the fact, but I 
believe it to be largely correct. I will let the reader 
decide if this is truth or fiction. (Fm, 1st, cons, 
oral, anal, rim, rom)

Part One: Me
------------

This was the first day of my grade ten year in our 
reasonably small high school in our rural town about an 
hour from the city of Edmonton. I generally liked school 
and had been eager for the year to start. I was fifteen 
years old, a popular kid, who was good in sports as well 
as being a good academic. I was always on the top of my 
class in math, in fact I was way ahead of all the other 
students in all subjects. 

The day went along much as I had expected, telling of 
summer holiday events and issues as well as sizing up 
new students and getting reacquainted with old ones. My 
last two classes of the day were science and math, my 
two favorites. I went to the classroom before the recess 
was over so that I could pick my favorite seat, by the 
window three desks from the front. 

The room filled up before the bell rang but Mr. Styles 
our science and math teacher was not there yet; which 
was strange since last year he was always the first 
person in. Several minutes after the bell had rung in 
walked a new teacher.

She introduced herself as Miss Mills, and explained that 
Mr. Styles had retired and that she was the school's new 
math teacher and would also teach us science. She looked 
very young to be a teacher. I would not have called her 
beautiful, as in movie star beautiful, but she was 
certainly cute. She was small, I would say about five 
feet tall maybe five feet one or so. She had short brown 
hair, blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She was wearing a 
bulky brown sweater and one of those floatie skirts that 
were popular in those days, so it was hard to get a read 
on her body. 

I could not see her breasts very well behind the 
sweater, but when she turned sideways I could tell that 
she was probably quite well endowed. When she turned to 
write on the blackboard, I could just see the bottom of 
her cute little bum below the sweater, it sure looked 
good.

We all watched her carefully as she told us about 
herself. She had just graduated from the University of 
Alberta and this was her very first teaching job. She 
must be really smart because she had two degrees, a B.A 
(honors) in math and a B.Ed. in math, physics and 
chemistry. She didn't tell us how old she was but I 
guessed early twenties. Both of my parents were 
university graduates, so I knew quite a bit about 
university years, so I calculated to accomplish that she 
must have graduated high school at seventeen or maybe 
even sixteen.

As the last two periods of the day went on I decided 
that I really liked her. She seemed to really like us as 
a class. When she was questioning students to find out 
what they knew she was always understanding. She ran 
into the bottom student of the class, and of course he 
didn't know anything. She was kind to him and offered to 
help him through the answer in such a way that he was 
not the slightest bit embarrassed. 

It didn't take her long to find out that I could answer 
some pretty hard questions. She joked with me about it 
in the neatest way. One time she offered to invite me as 
a guest lecturer to her grade twelve calculus class. 
Towards the end of math class she told us that she was 
going to be the student council advisor for the year, so 
we needed to elect a class rep. She said, "All those who 
wish to run hold up your hands and then we will have an 
election."

I was the only one to hold up my hand and was elected by 
acclamation. 

She went on to tell us that even though she didn't know 
much about soccer, she was also going to be the junior 
boys' soccer coach. She then asked all the team members 
to show are hands. She then said, "Robert it looks like 
you and I will see a lot of each other this year."

I thought, "Wow great." Secretly I could barely contain 
myself.

Over the last year I had been getting further along in 
puberty. My voice had gotten deeper, my pubic hair had 
grown more and I had discovered the wonders of 
masturbation, in fact very frequent masturbation. I had 
begun to look more closely at girls, particularly 
Muriel, who sat across from me in the next row. She 
always wore very tight jeans and revealing tops.

During the summer our family had been staying in a hotel 
in Edmonton for a short while. It turned out that my 
clothes needed washing so my mother sent me down to a 
laundromat in the next block from the hotel. I was the 
only one there. After I got my clothes in the machine, I 
went over to a stack of magazines and hit the jackpot, 
there was the first Penthouse magazine I had ever seen. 

Wow, Other than art books, I had never seen a pussy 
before and here the main centerfold not only showed hers 
several times but one photo even showed her finger right 
inside. Instant hardon. I hid the magazine in with my 
clean clothes and smuggled it back to the hotel and then 
into my suitcase. For the rest of the summer it became 
my most valued possession.

This year when Muriel claimed her seat in the same place 
as last year, I had a whole new perspective on her tight 
jeans. I now knew what she was hiding under the crotch 
of those jeans. I could even sometimes see the outline 
now that I knew what to look for. I found myself more 
eager to help her with math whenever she needed it, for 
which she was a willing recipient. 

The only major difficulty I was having now was erection 
problems in class. Miss Mills often called me to the 
blackboard to solve a math problem, as I was doing it, 
she would explain to the class each step that I was 
doing. I had to learn to anticipate when she might call 
me, so I could stop thinking about Muriel in order to 
allow my hard-on to go down. I never did get got caught, 
but several times it was close.

The first three weeks in September went extremely well. 
Muriel began to notice my attention with a certain 
pleasure I think. Several times she clearly caught sight 
of my erections and even commented one time. We were 
exchanging notes and she wrote "what a bugger."

Miss Mills and I did spend a great deal of time together 
and really developed an affinity for each other. We 
laughed and joked constantly. I think because of her 
loose and dowdy clothes and the fact that she was a 
teacher, it never occurred to me to see her in a sexual 
way. But then came the first soccer game after school in 
the last week of September. She arrived at the soccer 
pitch in the tightest pair of jeans I had ever seen, 
wow. 

She had a tiny little waist, beautiful round hips, a 
gorgeous bum and a gap between the top of her thighs and 
I could see a slight outline of her pussy, real or 
imagined. Needless to say I played my heart out for her, 
even scoring two goals. She subbed me off to let someone 
else play for the last seven minutes, giving me a chance 
to stand beside her. When we won she turned to me and 
gave me a hug. She said, "My first soccer game and we 
won."

All I could think of for the next week was how great it 
felt to have my arms around her and how good she 
smelled. 

Then it happened. 

The first Monday in October she came into our science 
class with a new outfit. She wore a white silk top that 
showed her tits almost pointing up. Wow were they perky. 
She had on a tight blue sheath skirt that hugged her 
gorgeous body. Our dirty old man English teacher had 
just read us Robert Herrick's poem "Upon Julia's 
Clothes," and here every word was true, the 
liquefaction, the firm vibration, all of it was right 
there in front of my eyes. I spent all of the science 
period devouring her with a constant hard-on. 

I stayed in my seat during the class break, pretending 
to be reading, because I didn't dare get up. As soon as 
she walked back into the room for math I got hard again. 
Several times at the beginning of the class fear helped 
my erection to go almost soft, but then I would start 
looking at her again. As the period wore on, with the 
less time left, I became more secure.

There was only fifteen minutes to go when it happened. 
She was teaching a lesson on the slope of a line when 
she said, "Robert could you come up to the graph board 
and plot this as a graph, while I explain what you are 
doing?"

Instant panic. I am sure I turned beet red, and I 
bleated out, "I can't."

She looked at me funny and said, "Why not?"

I panicked again and in a very stuttering voice I said, 
"I'm sick."

She let it go, but all through the rest of the period 
she kept giving me strange looks.

Finally, mercifully the bell went, and she said, "Robert 
could you stay behind for a minute?"

The rest of the class left, she closed the door, came 
down my isle, sat down on Muriel's chair, looked me in 
the eye and said, "What was that all about?"

I was caught. I bleated out, "It's your new outfit."

She said, "So?"

I stuttered as I pointed, "Down there."

She was quiet for what seemed like forever, then she 
finally caught on, "I'm giving you an erection?"

"Yes."

After another long pause she said, "I guess I should 
take that as a compliment, but we do have a problem. 
This was my first paycheck and I sure don't want to wait 
until next month to buy new clothes."

She laughed and said, "I don't think the other outfits 
that I bought will be much easier on you."

We smiled at each other. The cat was out of the bag, and 
the ice was broken.

"OK" she said "Let's find a solution. You are way too 
good a student to not help with board work. The first 
thing that you need to do is to start learning how to 
control your erections, but in the meantime here is an 
idea. When I am thinking of asking you to come up to the 
board, I will touch my nose like this before I ask. You 
can then either tilt your pencil horizontal or up, and I 
will know if I should ask. OK?"

"OK."

This was the first time in my life I had talked about 
erections with a woman and of course it gave me a 
constant erection throughout our talk, along with that 
feeling of excitement one gets right down to one's 
stomach. I don't know if she noticed but when I got up 
to leave I still had a slight bump. I did see her 
quickly glance at my crotch followed by an ever so 
slight smile.

***

In the next several weeks out relationship changed, we 
now shared a secret, and for me it was hot and personal. 
Every time she came in the room in a new outfit, she 
would find my eyes and smile at which point I would 
innocuously hold up my pencil and she would grin. I 
learned to anticipate when she was likely to call me to 
the board and therefore greatly reduce the "up pencils." 

She began to tease me at times. She would stop to help 
the student in the desk in front of me, bending over 
with her bum right in front of me. She would then go to 
the front of the room, look at me and touch her nose. As 
I pointed the pencil up we would grin at each other. One 
time when I was spending too much time out of my desk 
she said with a smile "Robert, I guess I will have to 
find a way to keep you in your seat." 

Every night I would go to bed, think of her, and jerk 
off, over and over. Throughout the day I couldn't keep 
my mind off of her. I studied math, played soccer and 
spoke up in student council meetings, all just to 
impress her. She had become my life. My parents were 
delighted that I was so fond of my new math teacher and 
in fact invited her over for dinner on several 
occasions. It was obvious that they really liked her.


Part two: Cheryl Mills.

I was raised in a rural town in the province of 
Saskatchewan in a dysfunctional family. My parents had 
difficulty controlling their money, their drinking and 
their ability to get along with each other. Through all 
this I managed to stay happy and outgoing. I just didn't 
like going home. My escape was that school became my 
all-embracing focus, particularly mathematics. As a 
result I did very well and I was even pushed ahead two 
full grades in my elementary years. 

I graduated from high school well before my seventeenth 
birthday with high honors and a private four year 
scholarship to a university of my choice. I chose the 
University of Alberta, largely because it was far away 
from my parents.

When I arrived in Edmonton in early July I was able to 
find a full time summer job as a desk clerk in a small 
hotel. The manager assured me "that if I was any good" I 
could stay on part time in September. When September 
came I found that even though my scholarship paid for 
tuition and books,and even with my part time job, I 
could barely make ends meet. I could not much count on 
my parent's cheques as they were irregular and would 
often bounce. 

I had become friends with the night clerk Avi, who 
offered me his spare room rent free. As it turned out it 
was not exactly free since Avi became the first person 
to introduce me to sex. I learned to love sex, all sex, 
all positions, giving and receiving oral and I even 
liked anal. Apart from the sex Avi was not the very best 
roommate. He smoked pot constantly which was something I 
could never get into. 

He was so messy that I could not keep up with cleaning 
the mess behind him. The apartment was always littered 
with half full beer cans, pizza boxes, and piles of 
dirty clothes and dishes and on and on. But worse than 
that the pot was becoming an obsession with him even 
starting to replace sex. Be that as it may, the room was 
free and I was putting some money away to buy a car, and 
I was burying myself in mathematics, spending long hours 
in the library and having enormous academic success.

Then something else happened. The hotel manager Carl, 
who had been coming on to me for some time sprung an 
issue. He was the very opposite of Avi. He was an 
immaculate dresser with a thin mustache. He was 
extremely good looking and very fit. He ran the hotel 
like an army general. He was ruthless to everyone except 
me, in fact he would often drop around when we were not 
busy just to talk. 

I used to tell him about my difficult life with Avi, but 
openly acknowledge my monetary advantage. After spending 
about three years with Avi, Carl told me one day that 
Avi was going to be fired. It seemed that he had showed 
up stoned one to many times. Carl recognized the 
difficulty for me and offered me his spare room, again 
rent free. Since Carl was very hot, I saw this as an 
opportunity to get back into sex, so I agreed.

My life with Carl started out pretty well. Unlike Avi 
his house was always immaculate, but he had a very rigid 
personality. In the beginning I failed to notice that 
like Avi he was a very selfish lover. When, where and 
how was always entirely up to him. It just so happened 
that because of my overwhelming love for sex I failed to 
notice. As time went on he became progressively abusive. 

One time when I left an empty milk glass in the sink he 
threw a fit. One time he even slapped me. This was just 
months away from completing my second degree so I 
handled this the same way as I always did, I spent a 
great deal of time at the library and with friends. For 
the last month I even moved in with a girlfriend above 
the U of A campus mall. The only bad thing was that I 
had to hide a lot since she would have been evicted if 
any officials would have found out.

Finally it was time to find a job and purchase a car. 
Both came incredibility easy for me. I went to a teacher 
job fair set up in one of the gyms. The school districts 
were set up at various tables. When I first entered I 
saw people lining up for the large school districts. In 
a far corner of the gym was a single man behind a single 
table, with an empty chair. 

I went over to him, sat down, introduced myself, gave 
him my resume, had a pleasant conversation, signed a 
contract and had a job. In fact it was an incredible 
job. Beginning math teachers usually get stuck with a 
full load of junior classes, teaching the same thing 
over and over again. My job consisted of, all the math 
in the school from grade nine to grade twelve, plus 
grade twelve calculus, plus two junior science class. 
For a first year teacher that is the jackpot.

The car came just as easy. At the very first car lot I 
went to, I found a two year old Ford Fairlane with low 
mileage. By the time I paid for the car, bought 
insurance and filled the tank, I had just enough savings 
to get me through the summer. The day after convocation 
I headed out to visit my parents in Saskatchewan.

In late August I found myself in my new job, in my new 
school, in my new town. I was able to rent a small two 
bedroom two story older house at the edge of town. It 
had a kitchen and a living room on the first floor and 
two small bedrooms and the bathroom upstairs. It even 
had an attached garage with a garage door opener, and it 
was fully furnished. It was perfect for me, the only 
negative was for some reason one wall in the kitchen was 
painted the most god awful greenish yellow. 

It was only about four feet long and the landlord agreed 
to buy me some paint and supplies if I would paint it 
myself. Even though I didn't have very nice clothes, I 
decided to put my first mid-month pay check away for 
rent and expenses and wait for the end-month paycheck to 
buy a wardrobe. I felt incredible. I was finally on my 
own, answerable to no other person. I could now be in 
charge of myself. I was free.

Before the school opened I had several meetings with the 
principal and various staff members who mostly made 
jokes about my age but generally seemed to like me. In 
one staff meeting I agreed to supervise the student 
council and even to "coach?" Junior boys' soccer. I was 
excited as I started my first day of school. Unlike 
student teaching this was my own show. 

All my classes went well with the exception that the 
students, even my two grade twelve classes, didn't know 
as much as I thought they would. The one exception was a 
kid in grade ten who was far and away above the others. 
By questioning him a little I found out he could even 
factor a quadratic equation, something that wouldn't be 
taught until well into grade eleven.

Each Monday I would put a math puzzle on the corner of 
the blackboard. Robert the grade ten genius showed a 
constant interest in my puzzles. Once he replaced my 
puzzle with one of his own. He proposed to prove that 
1=2. I asked him if he knew what was wrong with his 
proof. He said yes but did I? We agreed that we would 
each write the answer on a slip of paper and exchange 
them. We both wrote that he had hidden the fact that he 
had divided by zero. We even did a high five.

As September progressed we were having more and more fun 
with each other. Several times his mother even invited 
me to dinner. His father was a petroleum engineer and 
his mother was a published author. They both seemed 
pleased that Robert had such a great math and science 
teacher. 

*** 

Back in school, I began to become a little jealous of 
the girl in the next isle with whom he seemed to spend a 
lot of time. She always wore tight jeans to show off her 
well-proportioned body, which clearly impressed Robert. 
In fact I noticed that he often returned to his desk 
after helping her with a slight bulge in his pants. I 
hadn't had sex for months and I was beginning to feel 
the pressure so I decided to perform an experiment.

At our first soccer game I arrived in a pair of very 
tight jeans and a revealing top. I had been told over 
and over in the past what a great body I had, so it was 
time to show it off. Well Robert couldn't take his eyes 
off me. I was delighted and even gave him a hug when we 
won the game.

The next event that happened created an enormous change 
in our future. With my last September pay cheque in the 
bank, I headed into Edmonton to buy clothes. This was 
the first time in my life I had money to spend on 
clothes, and did I have a field day or what? I could 
barely wait to arrive at school on Monday morning. From 
the minute I entered the main door I began receiving 
compliments from staff and second looks from some 
teachers and even students. It wasn't until my last two 
periods that the surface boiled over. 

Although I had noticed that Robert couldn't take his 
eyes off me, it wasn't until math class that the event 
happened. As I often did I asked him to come up to the 
board and plot an equation as I was teaching the class. 
I was dumbfounded when he refused, claiming to be sick. 
When I talked to him after class a very embarrassed 
Robert told me that I gave him a hardon. I had to hide 
my excitement. 

That night while masturbating I decided on a plan. For 
the first time in my sexual life I was going to find a 
way to be the one in control, get my needs met.


Part Three: Me
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One Friday in October Miss Mills asked me to stay after 
school. This happened quite often so I thought nothing 
of it, since the whole school knew I was the teacher's 
pet. The first thing she asked me was "How tall are 
you?"

"Five ten."

"How busy are you this afternoon?"

"I have nothing on."

"Would you like to do some work for me?"

"Sure."

 She then told me that she had a wall to paint, she 
didn't have a ladder so she thought I could reach the 
top by standing on a stool that she had. She told me I 
could stay for dinner and phone my mom from her place. 
So we hopped in her car and headed for her place. When 
we got to her place I could see that she had the paint, 
paint brush and roller laying on top of old curtains 
with which she had covered the floor. I could sure see 
why see wanted to paint the wall, it was awful.

"Have you ever painted before Robert?"

"No."

"OK I will have to teach you how, since I have painted 
lots."

She then explained about "cutting in," where you paint a 
wide strip on the bottom and on the top of the wall with 
the paint brush, the two places you couldn't paint with 
the roller. Then you painted the part in between with 
the roller. It seemed easy enough. She said that she 
would show me how on the bottom end and I could then do 
the same on the top end while standing on the stool. 

She also added that we had to have wet cloths to wipe 
any mistakes fast, because it was hard to clean them 
after the paint started to dry. The next thing she said 
made my head explode. She went on to say that since we 
were both wearing dress clothes and she had no painting 
clothes she usually painted in her underwear.

"Is that OK with you?"

My stomach filled with butterflies. My thoughts came 
instantly, this was an opportunity to see her in her 
panties and bra, but I knew that it would give me a full 
hard-on. The first thought won out and I stuttered, "O-
ok," at which point she removed her top, her slacks and 
her shoes and there she stood in her panties, bra. God 
was she built. I could see her nipples pocking out under 
her bra and the gap between her thighs clearly focused 
the shape of her pussy under her panties. I gasped right 
out loud, "I have never seen anything more beautiful."

She smiled and said, "thank-you but what about you?"

"You know what will happen."

"Don't worry, I've seen erections before."

I began to take off my shirt and pants and sure enough 
my cock started to grow. She glanced at it but didn't 
comment instead she said, "OK let's get started, here is 
how you cut in."

With that she got down on her hands and knees and 
started to paint along the baseboard. When she touched 
the wood with her brush she would ask for the wet cloth 
and quickly rub it off. I was mesmerized. I was right 
behind her, not two feet from her elevated bum. Her tiny 
waist accentuated her perfect ass. I could even see her 
pussy bulging in her panties between her slightly parted 
legs. This was the greatest moment of my life, or so I 
thought. She was clearly the most beautiful woman in the 
world. She finished with a perfect line about five 
inches wide above the baseboard. She got up, went into 
the kitchen and came back with the footstool.

"Now it's your turn, the problem is that it's much 
easier to wash paint off skin than underwear and I think 
that bulge you have there is going to be a paint 
magnet."

I came out with my greatest comment ever, "I think you 
have a couple of paint magnets yourself."

With that she reached behind her back and unfastened her 
bra and there they were. They pointed out straight at me 
with pink nipples like pencil erasers that stood out 
almost half an inch. The centerfold in Penthouse was 
nothing like this and this was in three-D. My reaction 
was obvious.

After a time of me just staring she said, "Are you 
having some trouble getting your underwear off?"

So there it was I lowered my underwear around my hard 
cock, down my legs and off. She said, "Wow you're really 
hung."

Then I came out with my second great line. "Is it easy 
to get paint off panties?"

"I guess not."

As she lowered her panties down her beautiful legs and 
removed them. I was looking at my first real pussy ever 
and it was incredible. Unlike the Penthouse models she 
had a narrow strip of hair above her pussy which was 
absolutely beautiful. Somehow I had fallen into heaven.

Staring right at my cock, she said, "Maybe if we hurry 
up and finish painting we can do a little something for 
him."

So I got up on the stool as she held the paint can. Her 
face was not eighteen inches from my much engorged cock. 
As I was painting she said, "This is delightful, I 
seemed to have scored a ringside view. Have you ever 
measured him?

I thought, "Him? Well I guess if anything needs a gender 
it's him."

"Yes I have."

She said, "He must be at least seven inches?"

"Seven and a half."

"Have you measured his circumference?"

"No."

"Well don't, I want to do that."

I said, "You are the first girl that has ever seen him."

"I suspect your mother has seen him a few times."

"Not sticking out like this."

We quickly finished painting the wall, emptied the 
roller tray and sealed the paint can. She had been 
right, in that there was some roller spray on my cock 
and on her left tit, along with a little on my shoulder, 
but nowhere else. She said, "OK, let's hop in the shower 
and wash that off."

With that she led me upstairs to the bathroom. All the 
way up the stairs I got to admire her incredible bum. 
Boy was it beautiful. After she started the shower she 
put both her hands on my arms and looked me straight in 
the eyes and said, "Do you trust me Robert?"

"Totally."

"Do you want to learn how to completely satisfy me?"

"Absolutely, Miss Mills you are the greatest thing I 
have ever had in my life, I would do anything to please 
you."

"Great, now I want to ask you one more question. After 
you jerk off, how long does it take before you can do it 
again?"

I didn't know that girls even knew about jerking off. I 
said, "When I am thinking about you, I can cum about 
every ten minutes for an hour."

"That is just what I wanted to hear." We climbed into 
the shower, together.

She handed me a wash cloth and told me to wash the paint 
off her breast, which I did. I got to hold her bare 
breast as I did, wow. Butterflies. Then she took the 
wash cloth and started to wash the paint off my 
shoulder. She then asked me to bend slightly forward, 
and she began to wash my ass. She even stuck her finger 
up and washed the inside. I had never had anything in my 
ass before, but it felt wonderfully intimate. 

Then she re-washed my ass to make sure the soap was 
gone. She said, "I hope you paid attention to that 
because in a few minutes you are going to do that to me, 
and that is important because I may want you to kiss me 
there."

She next took the wash cloth and washed the paint off my 
cock. After the paint was off she asked me to spread my 
legs a little. She reach around from the back and with 
her thumb and forefinger she circled my balls right next 
to my body, so that they were cupped completely in her 
hand. 

She literally had me by the balls. Then she whispered, 
"Robert, who is in charge?"

"You are."

"Do you like that?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to jerk you off now so that you will be able 
to last a little longer when we get to the bed."

With her small hand she began to jerk me off. Amazingly 
she knew exactly how to do it, and she was really good. 
It didn't take many strokes before I shot all over her 
body, boy did I ever shoot, right from her breast to her 
pussy, with a particularly large blob on her right tit. 
She took her finger scooping up the blob and put it 
right in her mouth.

"You taste divine Robert that went right from your balls 
to my stomach, now you get to wash me."

I started as she had by washing her cute little bum 
hole, inside and out. She showed me how to wash her 
pussy and how to wash her tits and even her belly 
button. I was a very enthusiastic learner. Then she said 
"let's get dried off and head to my bedroom, I have a 
few more things that I want to teach you." She took my 
cock in her hand and led me out of the bathroom.

When we arrived at the bedroom she asked, "Have you ever 
kissed a girl before?"

"Not really."

"Kiss me."

We kissed. Her tongue spread my lips and found its way 
right into my mouth. I soon learned to mirror the same 
thing. I held her for what seemed like hours, just 
holding her, touching and caressing her naked little 
body and kissing her. I could feel her breasts poking at 
my chest and my cock poking at her stomach. When it 
finally finished she said, "Lets climb onto the bed, I 
want to teach you a few things about my body."

She laid on her back and she had me kneel beside her.

"Let's start with my breasts. They are extremely 
sensitive, and with the proper encouragement you could 
even learn to make me cum. You have to start by gently 
kissing and lightly blowing on them, all the while 
gently holding and touching them. As you see me starting 
to get worked up you can move to my nipples. Start by 
brushing and tonguing them lightly, take your time, and 
then lightly suck them, moving from one to the other. As 
you feel me getting more and more into it, you can even 
start to lightly bite them, but never hard. OK?"

So after that I began my next sex lab class. I carefully 
followed her instructions remembering to go very slowly. 
After a while she began to move around, moan and breathe 
hard. At one point she said "Bite them."

When I did she squeezed my hand hard and began to buck. 
She started to shake, screamed, "Yes! Yes!"

And her body went limp catching her breath. She opened 
her eyes, gave me a huge kiss and said, "That was 
wonderful. You're good. Now let's do some more female 
geography."

She had me kneel up just above her pussy as she spread 
her legs, god it was beautiful. She showed me her outer 
and inner lips, she opened them and showed me where my 
fingers and eventually my cock would go in. She had me 
open my mouth and put my finger on the depression just 
behind my teeth on the roof of my mouth. She then had me 
show I could find the same spot in her mouth. 

She explained that when I finally came to putting my 
finger in her pussy I would find a similar spot inside, 
and it was particularly sensitive for her. Back to her 
pussy she showed me her clitoris and explained that it 
was four times more sensitive than the head of my penis. 
She explained how to kiss and lick her with my tongue 
lips and fingers. She even showed me her pee hole and 
said it was very sensitive to the tongue. She explained 
how to tongue, kiss and rim her little bum hole. She 
again encouraged me to take lots of time and start out 
gentle.

After I began I could tell by the way she was acting 
that I was performing pretty well. I was following her 
directions right down to rimming her bum hole. When I 
got back to her pussy I found that she was getting 
beautifully wet. She tasted delicious. I loved moving 
around her pussy, sometimes touching her clitoris, 
sometimes not and sometimes lightly sucking on it. I 
would sometimes slide my tongue the full length of her 
pussy and sometimes gently suck her lips. I even found 
that I could stick my tongue right inside. She was going 
crazy when she yelled, "Put your finger inside!"

She was so wet my finger almost fell in. I found the 
spot and started to push and rub it all the while 
mouthing her clitoris. All of a sudden she started to 
buck, wildly shake and yell. All of a sudden my mouth 
was full of liquid. I swallowed it as her whole body was 
bucking and shaking and she was lightly sobbing. I 
looked up at her and said, "Did I hurt you?"

She said, "No that was incredible."

After we had laid there holding each other and her 
breathing had settled down. She said, "You just gave me 
the most outstanding orgasm of my life, I didn't know 
anything like that was possible."

I said, "Me too." Which sent us both into fits of 
uncontrollable giggles.

After a while she sat up, took my hard cock in her hand 
and said, "He has been so patient I think it's time we 
gave him another reward."

With that she put my cock in her mouth and said, "don't 
come yet I have somewhere else I would like him to 
squirt."

What a feeling, her mouth was so soft and silky. This 
was so much better than jerking off.

After a while she stopped and had me kneel between her 
legs, and put my cock between her pussy lips and in I 
went. This was even better than her mouth. She told me 
how to move it in an out. Only saying once "god you're 
big, it feels so good."

I could go all the way in until my balls slapped against 
her bum. And then it happened I shot off like I had 
never done before, I just about passed out. After we 
laid there a while she said, "Pull it out and watch 
you're cum drip out of my pussy, you have just become 
the best lover I have ever had."

We laid there looking at each other and gently touching. 
After some time she reached down with one hand and 
started to fondle my balls. With the other hand she 
began to play with my cock. I said, "I went off so hard 
I don't think I can get it up again."

She replied, "Perhaps you haven't noticed that he now 
answers to me." At which point he immediately got hard 
again.

"See." She reached over to the bedside table and grabbed 
a tube of lubricant and applied it all over my cock. She 
handed the tube to me and got up on all fours and spread 
her legs. "Get behind me, and put a large gob of lube in 
my bum hole."

I did.

"Now insert your finger and move the lube around. Now 
very slowly start putting your cock in, slowly."

I did.

"Stop for a second while I adjust, A little further, 
stop, slowly, further, stop, further, god you're big, 
slowly, a little further, stop."

I was soon all the way in.

"Now slowly move it out and in."

After a while she said, "That feels so good."

With her encouragement I began to speed up when she 
said, "Reach around and touch my clitoris, I'm going to 
cum again."

With that she began to wildly buck back and forth on my 
cock, and we both came.

"Let's have a shower and get something to eat."

In the shower, I washed her first, all over, she was so 
beautiful. As she began to wash me concentrating on my 
cock, she cupped my balls and said, "I think there is 
still some left in there."

With that she squatted down and took my cock in her 
mouth. It wasn't long until I went off again right in 
her mouth. She swallowed it all. I was committed to her 
forever. She said, "Let's dry off and get something to 
eat."

As we ate we talked and made some plans. God I loved 
talking to her. 

As I was getting ready to leave we kissed over and over. 
As we were kissing she reached down and held my cock and 
said, "I won't be allowing him to pay so much attention 
to Muriel anymore."

"OK."


Part Four: Cheryl Mills
-----------------------

My plan was nefarious at best. I was going to get him to 
help me paint my kitchen wall. I planned a method to get 
our clothes off and sling shot that into a teachable 
moment. Back in those days student teacher sex was not 
illegal nor uncommon, but I had only heard of male 
teacher- female student relationships. 

Whenever it became a noticeable problem, the teacher was 
quietly moved to another school, and nothing else 
happened. As I worked out my plan I decided he was a 
blank canvas on which I could paint whatever skills I 
desired. Finally I was going to have a lover that 
completely served my needs.

The plan worked perfectly. I was able to train the 
greatest lover of which a girl could only dream. I loved 
his enthusiasm. I had the chance to teach him every 
skill I wanted him to have. The first day he managed to 
have four rather intense orgasms and I managed three. 
One that was like none I had ever had before. I learned 
years later that I could have G-spot orgasms like that 
one where I even squirted, only now I had a trained 
lover who knew exactly what to do.

After we had finished with the painting and the sex we 
sat down at the kitchen table to eat. As we talked about 
what happened we decided that neither of us were 
prepared to give up this new exciting relationship. At 
that point I came up with an idea.

What do you do on your Saturdays?"

"Nothing really."

"What if I agreed to teach you grade eleven math, 
physics and chemistry on your Saturdays for the full 
year? If we included one mickey mouse course, you could 
graduate next year. You could even stay over for the odd 
night (in the spare room of course hah, hah.), so we 
could go up to the empty school on Sunday in order to do 
physics and chemistry labs."

Needless to say Robert thought this was a great idea.

On that weekend Robert presented the idea to his 
parents, who thought it was a great idea. They were 
certainly impressed that a teacher would put in so much 
commitment for a gifted student. On Monday I presented 
the idea to my principal, who acknowledged that Robert 
was indeed a very gifted student and that someday he 
would make the school very proud. He added that it 
wouldn't do my teaching career any harm either. 

The only thing he insisted on was that our high school 
science teacher would have to make and administer the 
final science exams and he would have to find another 
math teacher to make up the final math exam. This would 
avoid the perception of favoritism. And so it was we 
were on.

The very next Saturday we began. It soon got down to a 
routine. Robert would arrive at 8:00 sharp, we would 
have toast and coffee and talk, and then we would fuck 
for an hour and then talk. We would then study math 
until around 11:30. We would then fuck and then have a 
light lunch and talk some more. We would then split the 
afternoon between physics and chemistry, and then at 
about 5:30 we would fuck and then have dinner. Sometimes 
after dinner we would slip in a quickie before Robert 
went home. 

On lab weeks the schedule would change entirely since 
Robert would sleep over. Strangely enough we never 
managed to use the spare room. It was always difficult 
but exciting to get through Fridays knowing what was 
going to happen on the next day. We would exchange 
clandestine glances and smiles all day. 

Robert was a quick learner so we flew through the grade 
eleven courses. The only major change that happened as 
we moved through the year was that fucking very soon 
progressed to making love. Seriously talking and 
seriously making love. As well as the great sex we 
talked, talked about everything and anything. As the 
year went on I began to consider the six years 
difference in our ages. I began to think that when I was 
sixty-nine he would be sixty-three, that didn't sound 
all that bad.


Epilogue: Cheryl Mills
----------------------

Well Robert did graduate the following year with high 
honors, like me, before his seventeenth birthday, and 
received a very large scholarship to the engineering 
faculty at the University of Calgary. The scholarship 
not only paid his tuition, but also his rent and food 
with money left over. He also acquired a summer job with 
a petroleum research firm that lasted all through his 
years in university, it was even his Co-op Ed. 
placement, also the place where he articled and his 
first job as a P.Eng.

I applied for and received a teaching position with the 
Calgary Board of Education. We moved in together, which 
was a surprise to no one, especially his parents and the 
school teaching staff. As soon as Robert turned eighteen 
we were married. The greatest sex in the world was now 
legal. Since we were planning someday to go into private 
business, I enrolled in and completed an M.BA on the 
side. 

Thanks to his knowledge from the research firm Robert 
began to develop a new X-ray Imaging system for deep oil 
wells. In his last year of university we decided to make 
me a mom, so I went off birth control pills. Fertile sex 
sessions added a whole new dimension to our love life, 
the intensity of shooting real bullets becomes a whole 
different ballgame. By the time Robert graduated and 
articled, his invention was a complete reality. 

We now had twins, a girl and a boy, along with 
enthusiastic babysitting grandparents who had retired to 
Calgary. Within a few years our company, with his 
invention, along with my marketing and management, was 
in demand around the world where ever oil drilling was 
happening and we were even earning a seven figure yearly 
income. Life was very good.

And so ends our story so far. As I have thought many 
times sometimes student teacher sexual relationships 
really turn out well, and this one certainly did.

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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 system.
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