Anita

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Anita is one of my students. I teach third-year English (Credit Level)at the local high school. Most of those kids are right brats. They hardly ever do their homework and they are always trying to get away with murder. A lot of them think they can intimidate me by shouting or not listening, because I'm a young upstart in the teaching business. Well, they sure do get a surprise. I whip them with my razorblade tongue. If only I could whip them in a more literal sense.

Anita is different. She just transferred to our school from another in the city, been here about two or three months. She's a quiet girl, likes to read, and also enjoys Metal. I'm sure she'd dress the part if it wasn't for fear of being picked on even more. In her last school she was bullied an awful lot. Not that the highschool I teach at is much better, but we teachers do try to look out for the kids who actually want to learn.

I was instantly attracted to Anita. From the moment she edged into my classroom, wide-eyed and nervous, I knew I wanted her. She looked so hot in that school uniform. White shirt, with a tie lying down across her hidden breasts. They were just the right size, not too big, but not so small as nothing could be done with them. She was slim with an hour glass figure, and had amazing legs that were shown off by her black skirt that stopped just below her knees. Thank God for good weather.

She walked up to my desk in a slow, awkward motion. Her long, silky blonde hair came down to her elbows and was at that moment acting as a shield for her face. I wanted so very badly to reach out and tuck it behind her ears so I could look into those deer-caught-in-headlight eyes of hers.

But that would not have been appropriate. Teachers shouldn't be touching their students like that, certainly not students that have only recently turned 15. When this thought hit my head I began to feel a bit like a lecherous old man, spying on children from bushes in playgrounds.

I sat her in the front row next to one of the nicer girls of the class. I had to move one of the kids to an empty chair in the middle of the room. They didn't like that very much and asked why the new girl couldn't just sit there. I quickly said that I wanted her out front, so she wouldn't get intimidated, being all mixed into the centre. This wasn't the case of course. I just wanted to oogle.

I now started to get excited before each of the periods in which I taught Anita's class. I would sometimes lose my train of thought whilst giving out assignments or explaining questions. I was constantly getting ideas and scenes playing in my head. I imagined simply dropping the pen I was using to write on the whiteboard, walking those couple of steps to her desk and then kissing her fully on the lips. I imagined reaching up and caressing those young breasts incased in white cotton, whilst she was standing beside my desk with her work in her hands to show me. I imagined my hand sliding up those delicate pale thighs, touching her panties underneath... All this I would be doing right in front of the rest of my class. But I would remember she was my student and I would remember how old she was. Parents expected teachers to educate and look after their children. Not to give into animal instincts. Anita's parents were also devout Christians so I believed they'd find it 100 times worse, what with me being a woman.

I would sometimes catch Anita's brown eyes on me. She'd look away hurriedly and get straight back to her work, which she always did to the best of her abilities. She always brought in her homework right on time, sometimes earlier, always done in that near perfect standard. She was very bright, I liked that, but part of my mind was sure there was something more to it.

Just as I felt that all my inner urges and passions were going to send me off the wall, it happened. I had asked the class to hand in their jotters so I could mark the essays they had been writing. Once all the kids had gone onto their lunch break, I set to work. When I came to Anita's jotter I took a second like I always did. I don't know why but holding it in my hands always gave me a warm feeling. Maybe I'm just an obsessive.

As I opened it at the correct page, a piece of paper fluttered down onto the desk. I picked it up and started to read. My eyes opened up in surprise as I read it out softly to myself:

I need to write this down or I'm going to explode. Oh man, I don't know what to do. Miss Purves is just so sexy... I've never had these feelings before. And never about a girl. What if she knew? I'd not be able to come to class ever again. I want her so bad. It's sinful.

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't hold it in.

Before the end of the day, I sent a message to her last class. After the bell rang, I sat nervously, brushing imaginary dust off my smart black dress. When the knock came to the door I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Come in," I called, trying to hide the nerves from my voice.

The door opened ever so slowly and Anita crept in, head down and quiet. I noticed that her pretty hands were shaking as I stood up and motioned her to shut the door. I was holding the piece of paper and I could see her eying it. A steady blush crept up her face and she looked as though she might cry. Seeing this, I felt very turned on.

"Thank you for coming, Anita" I said, as calm as could be all of a sudden.

"Is, is something w-wrong, Miss Purves?" Anita stammered in a quiet, shaky voice. She looked as if she wished for the floor to swallow her up. I smiled to myself. A predator's smile. I was feeling like a creep, that's for sure.

"As I was marking your essay I came across this piece of paper here," I waved it in front of us, "If you don't mind, I'd like to read it out. Have a seat right there, that's a good girl."

Anita did as she was told, like the good little student she was. I looked at her for a moment or so, seeing that she had undone a few of her blouses buttons at the chest, due to the heat. If I reached over and undone two or so more... I started to read, slowly. I saw the blush on her cheeks and she ducked her head down. She had her hands clasped on her lap and they were white from clenching. As I came to the last two sentences, I sat myself on the desk she had chosen. As I finished on that last word, sinful, I reached out and touched her face. All of a sudden her head shot up, and those gorgeous eyes were looking at me. I was almost holding my breath without really meaning to, I was that excited.

"Miss, you aren't... you aren't mad?" Anita asked. I grinned and leaned down so I had my mouth close to her ear.

"No, Anita, I'm not. I'm very, very pleased." I whispered, "I've been wanting you so badly."

Anita gave a little gasp as I undid two of her blouse's buttons. She was wearing a lacy white bra that just screamed sex appeal. I lay my hand against where her heart was and felt it beating wildly. Her skin was so soft and smooth. I wanted to have her there and then. But I knew that was too dangerous. If anyone walked in, that would be my job over.

All the same, I couldn't completely hold back. I pulled her face close to mine and began to kiss her. The hand that was on her chest slipped down into her bra. I started of with slow kisses, as Anita was shocked and clearly about to die from surprise. But she got into it very fast and soon our tongues were working against each other with a dangerous hunger. As we kissed I played with her nipple, gently stroking then pinching on it ever so slightly. Anita was making happy little noises and I was almost overcome by desire.

I stopped suddenly, remembering where we were. I stood up off the desk and looked down at her. She was a little out of breath and still looking shocked. With those huge eyes and her open blouse, she looked so hot. In that uniform she had such an aura of innocence.

"Come on then, do up your blouse, you don't want to keep your mother and father waiting too long," I said. Anita blinked, blushed furiously and then buttoned up, grabbing at her things. She jumped up and was almost out of the door before I called out for her to wait.

"I've written down my address" I handed back her piece of paper with my address written on the back, "I live in the housing estate just behind the school. I'm sure you've walked through it to get to the bakery at lunch."

Anita took the note and looked back at me questioningly.

"This is Friday. I have a lot of things to mark and stuff to do. But, if you are interested, you can come around tomorrow and we can play." I stared back into her eyes, watching as she processed this information.

"I... erm... Well, what... what time would you like me to come? I mean, arrive. If I do...?" she asked, blushing furiously. Man, the more she blushed, the hotter I got.

"Let's make it 4pm. Hope to see you there. Now hurry up, you need to get going." I gave her a slight push out the door and that was her, racing off down the corridor. I shut the door and had to lean against it. My heart was going crazy. I just couldn't BELIEVE what had just happened.

The next day I was a bag of nerves. I wanted to look my best. I usually wore my hair up at work but today I would wear my long dark curls down. I dressed myself up in my sexiest red dress and put on dark eye make up. Not too much, just enough to bring out my eyes. As four o'clock approached I brought out two glasses and a bottle of red wine. I wasn't planning on getting sweet Anita drunk. I just thought that it would be nice to have a little drink before carrying on with the things I had been desperate to do to her for so long.

I set them out onto the table. Just as I looked up to see the digital clock turn to 15:59, the door bell rang. My heart sang. She'd actually come!

I opened the door and grinned. Anita was wearing a lovely white summer dress and white sandals. She had caught her hair back into a white bow. She looked so soft, and so young.

"I'm so glad you came, just go sit down in the living room," As she walked passed me into the room, I could smell a nice scent from her hair. Coconut, I guessed. I quickly shut the door behind her and followed.

Anita wasn't saying much, she looked extremely shy. I sat down on the couch next to her and looked at her for a bit. Eventually I asked her if she wanted a glass of wine.

"Em. I'm not of age yet," she said, looking around nervously. I lay my hand on her knee.

"Don't worry, a glass or two won't hurt you. And I'm not going to tell anyone, surely." I let my hand sneak up her thigh, taking the dress with it. Anita just looked at me, as always, with those large brown eyes that sparkled with excitement. She nodded and I poured us some wine. At her first sip her little nose wrinkled up, but after seeing that I was looking at her expectantly, she drank it all down in on gulp.

"Whooooa there!" I laughed, delighted at the childishness of it all, "Not THAT fast. Here, I'll pour another glass for you and after that I can show you something in my room."

Anita looked embarrassed but did as she was told. She drank her next glass in delicate little sips. I had chosen rather large glasses, and I could see she was a little bit tipsy. A faint blush had arisen on her cheeks and she was smiling. When we had done, I took her soft hand in mine and led her up the stairs to my bedroom. My bed is a huge king-sized four poster, a present from my parents. No way would I have blown my money on it. It has lacy black curtains and silky black bed sheets. Anita gasped.

"It's wonderful!" I led her over and pushed back the curtains so we could sit down.

"Now Anita, I think you are a gorgeous girl. Can you tell me if you have ever been with a boy before?" I asked, pressing up against her softly, and stroking her beautiful hair. She shook her head and I could see her small glances towards my chest. I smiled.
"You can touch, go on." I took her hand and placed it to my breasts. She began to slowly rub them, sending my mind racing. "Can you tell me Anita, had you ever kissed anyone before you kissed me?"

"No, Miss." Hearing her calling me Miss, at that very moment, was all too much for me. I pulled her towards me and began to kiss her rather forcefully. She gave a gasp of surprise and seemed for a minute like she was going to pull away, but instead she returned the kiss, her young tongue working up against my hunger. I let my hand drop in between her legs and under her dress, finally touching those panties I had been fantasizing about. Anita's left hand was up on my neck and her other was softly squeezing at my breast. I started to rub two fingers up against her panties, up and down. As I did so she gasped. I pulled away from the kiss and pushed her down onto the bed.

"Anita, do you trust me?" I continued to rub her as I stared back at her innocent face. I could see she was becoming very turned on. For a little Christian girl, she sure did seem to be quite the slut. She had her hands resting on her chest, lightly stroking her own tits.

"Yes Miss"

"So I can do anything I want to you, and you will do as you are told like the good girl you are?"

"Yes Miss"

"Perfect, sit up and pull your dress down. I want to see your pair." With that I pulled her panties to the side so I could stroke her clit, rubbing in circles so she could get the best feeling. She sat up slowly, her face letting me know I was doing well, and untied the string that kept the white dress's top half up. "Now, off with that bra, there's a good student." Anita gave a little happy sigh and unclipped her bra. She began to massage those pretty little breasts as I pulled down her little panties and spread her legs.

She's bald, I grinned to myself. "You can lie back down now, but don't stop playing with those tits. I'm going to kiss you down here now."

Anita looked at me wide-eyed. "But, but, will... will it feel good? I'm nervous, I don't know if-"

"Hey, you said you were going to do as you are told." I said firmly, "Don't disappoint Teacher, or I might get a little angry."

Anita lay back down, and did as she was told. I got into the right position and held open her pussy lips. Nice, soft and pink. The perfect cunt. I lowered my mouth to her clit and gave it a little kiss. I felt her tense up a bit. In my mind I was grinning like a mad man. I was losing myself in the moment. I began to run my tongue in little circles around her small clit. I could tell she was enjoying it, but after awhile I raised my head. "Do you like this?"

"Yes, yes, it feels so good, better than when I touch myself," she gasped. I smirked.

"So you play with yourself? Well, aren't you the naughty girl? What do you think about when you touch yourself, boys at school?"

"No... I... I think about you..."

With that I lowered my head down and really started licking her out. I put a finger up to feel and found that she was quite wet. First one finger, then two, licking all the while and listening to her moan. I kept at that for awhile, feeling her passion and heat. But I didn't want her to come. Not yet. So I stopped and sat up against the pillows. She turned her head to look at me, her chest giving little heaves.

"Now Anita, it's your turn." I slipped off my thong and spread my legs, displaying my own pussy. She looked at it in wonder. "You like the look. I want you to kiss it for me."

Anita stood up and let her white dress fall completely from her. She was now completely naked. She came over to me, sitting down in front of me and lowered her mouth to my pussy. I felt her soft lips against me and I had to hold back a sigh. I put my hand behind her head and grasped a handful of her hair, urging her on. At first I guess she was a little unsure as what to do, but she soon got into it. She was using her tongue like a right little whore, intent on pleasing her teacher. It was fantastic. At my command, she began to finger me, working me up so I could hardly think. I could feel myself getting near to the edge so I suddenly jerked her head back. She scrunched her eyes up a bit but didn't complain.

"Now, you done very well there, very well." I squeezed her cheeks together, "We're going to try something else in a minute. First, let's stand up."

We got off the bed and I got her to take off my red dress. Without any prompting she began to suck at my nipples. What a little slut, I thought. I put my hand to her throat and gently pulled her head up again, so I could kiss her violently, hand still around her throat. My hands then slide behind to her back and then down to her tight ass, grabbing the cheeks. I began to kiss her neck and nibbled a bit. Then I began to finger her asshole, which made her jump. After a little while of teasing her, I pushed her away from me, walked over to my cupboard and brought out my big black strap on.

Anita stared with huge eyes as I strapped it to myself. "Wait, that's huge! I really don't think that's going to fit!"

I grinned my wolfish grin and made my way over to her. "Don't worry. We'll make it fit. But first, we need to lube it up. On your knees!"

Obediently Anita dropped to her knees. I pushed the tip of the fake dick to her lips. "Suck!"

She took it in her mouth and began sucking on it as if it was the real deal. She couldn't take much, but I didn't really feel like making her gag. This time. Watching her made me get really hot. Eventually I pulled it out. "Up on the bed." She quickly obeyed. I put my hand down and rubbed at her for a moment or so, sucking on those cute breasts. Then, feeling she was ready, I posistioned myself in the right place and began to slid it inside her.

At first I only put a few inches in, slowly working and all the while looking at her face. Her eyes were scrunched up and she was making little noises. I picked up the pace and her huge eyes opened wide. "Ow, ow Miss, miss please stop, it hurts!" I held down on her wrists so she couldn't move them and kept on working away, my clit being stimulated by the strap on. I felt warm and good.

"No. This is normal. The pain is good. Accept it. Love it. I'm enjoying myself, isn't that what matters?" She nodded but looked in pain. As I thrust she even began to cry a little. Strangely enough, that just encouraged me. I watched the tears slide down her face, and watched her tits bounce in the motion.

I began to rub at her clit as I moved. I actually did want to pleasure her. Soon Anita actually began to moan. "Feels.. sore, but.. good" She managed.

Soon I was thrusting very fast, but trying not to hurt her too much. From all the rubbing I was doing she was moaning and grabbing at the covers.

Her body began to shudder then she arched her back and almost screamed. That did it for me, I came. Hard. I almost collapsed onto her. I pulled the dildo out. Looking at it I could see the wetness were her virginal blood was. I removed the strap on, climbed on top of Anita and forced her to suck it off. She did it like the obedient little student she was.

After that, I sent her for a shower as I tidied up. Once she was dried and dressed I took her downstairs.

"It's nearly seven" I said "And you should be getting home."

Anita looked up at me. "Miss?"

"Yes?"

"I really enjoyed that... Can... can we do this again sometime?"

I smiled, drawing her close so that my lips were almost touching hers.

"I think we'll be doing this a lot from now on. I have much to teach you."