Literotica. (Teacher/Student) (Mature Content - 18+)

1.) The Pursuit of a Teacher. (Part 2)

It was a beautiful day...the kind of Sunday that was meant for lazy lovemaking and cuddling under God's sky in the great outdoors. The sun hung brilliantly in the middle of a azure sky while the tall trees above the falls stirred in a gentle, cooling breeze as I arrived at Shyler's Falls, carefully negotiating my little car along the neglected dirt track that led from the gravel road towards the falls.

Shyler's Falls was one of those little wonders of nature that is so often forgotten in our computer age. A large stream ran over a cliff some thirty-five feet high into a pool below before gathering itself together to meander off southward. Above the falls towered a gathering of ancient trees that stood guardian to this almost magical place.

I imagine that just a few generations back, it had been an oft visited place by randy teenagers and young families, but now was neglected. I'd discovered it two years ago after running across mention of it in an old newspaper while research a paper for ironically, Mr. Hamilton. In two years of coming out here to meditate or write or simply be alone with my increasingly passionate thoughts of my darling teacher, I have never encountered anyone.

To be perfectly honest, it was here, sitting under this mighty oak, that I first shucked off my jeans and panties, spread my legs and m*********d while imagining Mr. Hamilton f*****g me, my screams filling the air as my fingers plunged and twirled in my wet p***y -- shocking me when I came so intensely that I ejaculated p***y juice nearly three feet, fertilizing the grass with the product of my love and lust.

I hiked up above the falls with a picnic basket in one hand and a thick quilt in the other. The quilt was a prized possession -- something my Granny Mills had given me before she passed away. My maternal grandmother had been the only other person I had felt was a kindred spirit...with a love of books that rivaled mine and a passion for her late husband, my grandfather, that I hoped I would experience with my soon to be lover. Granny Mills had given me the quilt, an heirloom from her grandmother... "From my wedding bed, sweetie. I leave it to you -- may you someday lay on it with the man of your heart and be half as happy as your grandpa and I have been."

At the base of my beloved tree, I spread the lovers' quilt and knelt slowly on it. I was wearing a short and strapless summer dress -- the elastic material clinging to my upper arms, but leaving my shoulders bare as well as my upper chest. I glanced down to confirm that my n*****s were as hard as they felt, almost painful as they poked against the thin, silk material. I curled my bare legs underneath me, throwing my shoes off to the side. I'd dropped my wristwatch into the picnic basket before I'd left, but I didn't want to look and see if one o'clock had come and gone yet. Minutes blew away in the soft breeze that wafted through the trees as I waited and prayed, my ears perked to hear his approach.

"Do you have any clue how beautiful you really are?"

I screamed as the words came seemingly out of the air, spinning around and falling back on my arms only to see Mr. Hamilton sitting in the crotch of an old, wizened apple tree's branches. He was wearing a sleeveless sweatshirt, jeans and old, battered sneakers, his peppered hair windblown.

"How...where did you come from?" I gasped. "You scared the s**t out of me!"

Mr. Hamilton chuckled softly and said, "I've been here a while...watched you climb up the hill."

I scrambled to my feet, suddenly feeling foolish. "I never saw your car, Mr. Hamilton."

He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "There's more than one way to get to Shyler's Falls, Megan. I was coming here before you were born." He paused and shook his head and added, "Hell, I was coming here before your mother was born."

He looked around and said, "This is such a beautiful place. I'd pretty much forgotten that I and my friends used to come here to swim in the pool and to fish and just goof off." He looked down at me with his dark brown eyes, seeming to fix me in place with the intensity of his gaze. "When I was a teenager, I always thought this would be the perfect place to kiss my true love." He sighed and said in almost a whisper. "Never happened."

I felt my heart, already pounding powerfully, leap up into my throat. In a voice that sounded more confident than I suddenly felt, I said, "Well, not yet, but here's your chance, Mr. Hamilton." I held out my hand. "Could...would you come down to me please.

I watched as my teacher became stock still, staring down at me with an expression of such desperate desire that it nearly broke my heart. I silently willed him to be brave and daring and come down...to come into my arms. Mr. Hamilton took a deep breath and suddenly was there -- half sliding and half jumping from the tree to land with his knees bent and straightening up with a slight wince.

"Are you okay," I said breathlessly, reaching out my hands to clasp his forearms as if to steady him.

"Can't make that jump like I used to, Megan, when I was your age," he replied with a slight chuckle. He didn't pull away from my grasp, but rotated his arms so that he could hold my forearms as well. His grip, firm, yet gentle, sent quiet ripples of ecstasy through me. "I'm an old coot, Megan. Are you sure you want to waste your love on an old fool like me?"

I stepped up and into him, putting his face between my hands, subtly pulling his head down towards me. "You are not old, Mr. Hamilton. You are not a coot and you are not a fool!" I pressed my body against his, hoping that it wasn't simply imagination that made me think that he was hard beneath those jeans -- that it was his erect c**k pressing against my belly.

There was anger and exasperation in my voice as I hissed, "You are the man I love, Mr. Hamilton. My heart belongs to you, today and forever. I want to f**k you. I want to marry you and have your babies and we will, by f*****g God, live happily ever after!"

I could see the fear in his eyes bleeding away, only to be replaced by wonder and maybe amusement. "Mr. Hamilton, if you don't kiss me right now, I will simply die!" I moaned, my voice edged still with a touch of anger.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" he whispered and then the world began to spin as his arms seemed to envelop me and lift me and his lips were on mine as my arms went around his neck. I felt his tongue brush between my lips and I opened my mouth wide, thrusting my own tongue forward and then we were kissing as lovers should, tongues twirling and dancing, curling about as we tasted each other.

I felt Mr. Hamilton's hands pulling me closer as they slid down my back and I trembled as I felt his fingers slip underneath my short dress and cup my naked butt cheeks, murmuring approvingly at my naughty lack of panties while I drew my legs up around his waist, unable to encircle his body with my slender, but short legs. I dug my heels into his flanks to help him in supporting my body, but I knew he would never drop me. For the first time since I was a little girl, I didn't mind being picked up like a child. In his solid grasp, I felt loved, safe and incredibly aroused.

Time seemed to stand still, the world an almost silent cathedral in which we kissed...the only noises being the leaves rustling in the breeze, the muted roar of the falls below us and the wet and sweet noises of our deep and passionate kiss. I became lost in the long yearned for sensation of his lips on mine, his tongue teasing and darting in my mouth and the taste of his saliva that was somehow utterly him.

Somewhere during that wonderful first kiss, Mr. Hamilton lowered us to the quilt, going to his knees and then gently easing me onto my back and stretching out alongside me. I was jarred out of the bliss I was feeling as I suddenly became conscious of his hand on my stomach, slowly caressing me in a circular motion, his fingers trailing paths through the silky material. I trembled underneath him as his hand slid below my stomach, but above my mound only to circle up and just brush the edges of my small breasts.

Suddenly unable to breathe, I broke the kiss and said as I gasped for air, "I love you so much, Mr. Hamilton!" I reached out and guided his hand to my left breast, his palm resting against the hard nub of my swollen n****e. "Feel my heart, darling. Feel how it beats so fast for you." I curled into him, one of my slim legs slipping between his denim clad thighs and then pressing upward until I could confirm the pulsating beast that lurked between his legs under that denim. I glanced down our bodies and saw a gap between his jeans and sweatshirt and slipped my hand through and up to caress his chest, feeling his hair pass through and entangle amidst my fingers.

I felt his shirt give way as I worked my arm up, almost gasping as my fingers brushed over his n****e, pebbled and hard as mine. I glanced upwards to his face, seeing his gentle smile beaming down at me and he said, "Megan, I love you. I'm sorry it's taken this long to admit it, but I do adore you and love you with all my heart."

Even as long as I had dreamed and fantasized about this moment, I was unprepared for the impact his words had on me. Suddenly, I burst into tears, both relief and joy almost overwhelming me as I finally heard him utter those wonderful words. When his eyes widened in concern, I shook my head and said, "I love you. I love you, I love you!" and kissed him again, throwing myself into him with such force that suddenly I was astride him, reworking my leg to straddle him...my wet and aroused p***y slipping around on his bare stomach.

As our tongues danced and dueled, I was feverishly grinding myself against him...the hem of my dress working its way even as his hands again cupped my ass cheeks, squeezing them and spreading them apart. Mr. Hamilton's fingers trailed down the crack of my ass, making me moan as fingertips brushed over my asshole and then further down until they teased over my spread labia, stroking my wet cunt flesh.

Knowing it was him...my beloved teacher, touching me in my most intimate place triggered a brief but violent orgasm and I sat up, sobbing with pleasure, quivering and wiggling my ass on his stomach, my mouth opening and closing without forming words until finally my pleasure addled mind allowed me to moan, "Make me naked, Mr. Hamilton! I want to be naked for my daddy-teacher!"

Mr. Hamilton's eyes grew wide and wild and he sat up, his hands moving in a blur, raising and pulling my dress over my head and flinging it away behind him. His eyes and hands were all over me, his palms coming up to cover and then squeezing my small breasts before he leaned in and said, "You are so beautiful, Megan," before he placed his mouth over my right n****e and began to suck and lick it while I moaned with pleasure and run my fingers through his salt and pepper hair.

His tongue eventually trailed across my small chest to tongue and suck my left n****e, teasing me with little nips of his teeth, making me gasp as each flicker of pain translated into great bursts of pleasure. Suddenly, his hands were on my waist and I was lifted off his lap and onto my feet. Mr. Hamilton scrambled to his knees, now kneeling before my naked body.

"So beautiful," Mr. Hamilton breathed, his hands on my waist. "So soft," he continued as his hands slipped around, "So warm...ohhhh, Megan!" he sighed as his fingers brushed against my labia, expertly and gently spreading my lips apart as one fingertip rolled up and down my wet p***y.

"All because of you, Mr. Hamilton. I think of you and I get soooo wet!"

"Sweet Megan," he whispered and then before I could respond, Mr. Hamilton pressed his face into my p***y, sending an incredible ecstatic shock through me, my knees going weak even as I felt his tongue race up the length of my p***y!

"Ohhhh yes, that's it, my teacher-daddy!" I moaned, my body simply overflowing with pleasure. I clutched at his shoulders, fingers plucking at the collar of his sweatshirt and then stroking his neck and up through his hair. His mouth felt incredible on my p***y, in scant seconds teaching me secrets about myself, his tongue somehow discovering sweet spots between my legs before scraping so sinfully sweet over my emerged bud of a c******s.

"OMIGOD!" I screamed, startling birds in the trees around us, an orgasm stronger than any I had ever experienced making me convulse in Mr. Hamilton's grasp. Everything began to swirl around me and I seemed to go weightless as ecstasy beyond my wildest dreams rocked my world. When my head seemed to clear...at least as much as it could considering I had Mr. Hamilton's tongue rolling maddeningly around my cunt, I was shocked to find myself literally sitting on his shoulders, my cunt grinding against his face and legs draped over those broad shoulders -- my heels kicking wildly against his back while his hands cupped my ass cheeks..

As I writhed against Mr. Hamilton's loving mouth and tongue, I could feel his hands massaging my ass cheeks, opening and spreading them, a finger teasing my asshole, making me feel nasty and wicked in a way that fueled my arousal to a higher level. His tongue felt so wonderful, delving deep inside my flesh, scouring my p***y walls of my copious juices -- my teacher making hungry, slurping noises as he lapped my wet p***y while his recently shaved cheeks, already growing scratchy rubbed deliciously against my hairless p***y.

Another orgasm began to swell within me and I began to beg him, "f**k me, Mr. Hamilton...don't make me wait anymore. f**k me, claim me as your woman...your wife...your little nasty girl!" He ignored my pleas as I gushed p***y juice into his mouth, my orgasm building and building until as his tongue tortured my c******s with carnal expertise, I began to gray out.

Coming to, I was again on my feet, Mr. Hamilton's hands holding me up as he kissed me, smearing my lips with my own juices as our tongues danced. With a snarl, I began tugging at his clothes, yanking his sweatshirt up so I could shower his chest with kisses, running my tongue over his hard n*****s. "I want you naked, Mr. Hamilton," I panted as he finished the job of ripping his shirt over his head while I fumbled at his belt, almost screaming with frustration as my fingers worked the leather out of the buckle.

"Yes!" I crowed in triumph as I finally undid the button on his jeans and unzipped them. Mr. Hamilton laughed as I yanked and tugged his jeans down, reaching out to pull his boxers down as he stepped back and kicked his legs free of his pants along with his shoes. "C'mere, teacher-daddy! I want your c**k!" I said as I staggered after him, falling to my knees as I hook the waistline of his shorts and pulled them down.

Even as I tried to take in the enormity of my teacher's erect p***s, it slapped me in the face as I gasped, reaching out to take it in my hands. I had dreamed and suspected he was huge, but nothing prepared me for holding a c**k in my hands for the first time! I was in awe of how long and thick Mr. Hamilton's c**k was and I was again on the verge of tears as I knew that it was hard just for me!"

"You are so big and beautiful, Mr. Hamilton!" I gasped as I stroked up and down his long shaft, my fingers not quite long enough to wrap completely around his throbbing meat. The head was dark and swollen, his slit dripping with fluid -- I opened my mouth and tried to get the whole crown of his c**k inside even as I flicked my tongue out to taste his slightly bitter pre-c*m. The sound of my teacher moaning in pleasure because of my mouth, triggered a groundswell of ecstasy between my legs, a gush of my juices splattering my thighs and his ankles.

My facial muscles were complaining, but I got Mr. Hamilton's c**k head in my mouth, my tongue fluttering madly, trying to memorize his taste even as I vowed that never again would a day pass without his c**k in my mouth. He slipped free of my lips and I rubbed my face against the dripping crown and then over his shaft, my tongue extending to lick his long pole like a frozen pop.

Mr. Hamilton moaned and stepped back. "Careful now, sweetheart. I think I might be on a hair trigger."

I giggled and fell back onto the quilt, pulling my knees back and spreading them wide. "It's time, then, Mr. Hamilton. I want you to f**k me...be my first man. Please, put that big c**k in me and make me your woman!"

My teacher stared down at me, breathing heavily, the dew of my p***y glistening on the shadow of his beard. "I love you, Megan," he said in a lusty, hungry voice. He fell between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he leaned forward and kissed me, again sharing my own tastes with me as his tongue slipped between my lips.

My whole body began to shake with excitement and maybe a little fear as I felt his huge, blunt weapon of a c**k, drag along my inner thigh and settle heavily on my abdomen as I kissed Mr. Hamilton. My fingers clawed at his back and shoulders while my hips shifted back and forth, undulating against his solid body. "I love you, Mr. Hamilton...please f**k me now...love me and f**k me!"

My teacher raised himself up on his arms and he lowered his body downwards, the head of his c**k sliding against my belly and then over my shaved mound to pause between the lips of my p***y. I could feel my labia fluttering, wanting to kiss his erect p***s and swallow it. Mr. Hamilton looked down between us as the thick head of his c**k gently probed my flesh, almost instinctively finding the entrance of my cunt.

As his long and thick c**k poised on the precipice of entering me, he looked up and into my eyes and said, "Last chance to turn back, Megan. I won't...can't stop after this."

I felt so much love for my teacher then, more than I had thought possible. Even now, amidst the riot of his own desires, his primary focus was still my happiness. "Yes, darling," I whispered. "I don't want you to ever stop. Make me a woman now...fuck me, Mr. Hamilton, f**k me now!"

I began to fling my hips upwards only to have my breath ripped away as he plunged downward, his thick c**k slowly slipping inside me -- filling me, expanding me as I had not thought possible. Any remnants of my hymen left after years of self play and experimentation were gone and there was very little pain from that, but as Mr. Hamilton's thick meat spread my flesh wide, I understood finally the razor thin line that existed between pleasure and pain.

I flung my legs wider, feeling my inner thigh muscles protest as I tried to open myself as much as possible, my mind almost refusing to believe that my p***y could contain something so massive. My mouth opened in a silent scream as inch after inch of Mr. Hamilton's c**k wormed its way into me and I began to see glittering lights before finally I was able to take in a deep, desperate breath and finally exhale with a scream of disbelief, pain and absolute pleasure.

Mr. Hamilton paused in his efforts at the intensity of my cries and as alarming as my first time felt, I said in a quavering sob, "Oh f**k me...don't stop, Mr. Hamilton, please don't f*****g STOP!" I emphasized my need for him to keep filling me with his c**k by somehow summoning the wherewithal to fling my pelvis upwards, impaling myself with almost another inch of his cock...the effort leaving me sobbing like a baby and continuing to whimper, "Don't stop, Mr. Hamilton, keep f*****g me, please!"

"I...ummm, I don't think I can," gasped Mr. Hamilton as he leaned in to kiss the tears off my face. "You feel so fantastic...so hot and wet and f*****g tight, Megan, I want to stay inside you forever." His lips found mine and we kissed passionately as he continued to steadily thrust downward until I wondered how I would hold all of his wonderful throbbing c**k!

Suddenly in addition to the sensation of filling as if my p***y would come apart in orgasmic fury, my eyes widened as I felt a new sensation -- my bald mound being scratched by something thick and wiry. I moaned, breaking the kiss while Mr. Hamilton chuckled in a voice that was filled with both happiness and disbelief, "You have all of me, Megan. You took all of my cock."

He rose up to allow me to try and look down, my pelvic region lifted up, hoisted and joined to his crotch with just a hint of his shaft peeking out around my widespread labia. "OmiGOD!" I cried out as Mr. Hamilton gently rolled his hips, making his c**k just minutely shift back and forth, the hint of friction suggesting even more unsuspected levels of pleasure!

Mr. Hamilton began to slowly withdraw and thrust, barely sliding more than an inch or two of his erection inside me, but within scant seconds, I went mad with carnal pleasure -- my arms and legs flailing wildly as I convulsed madly beneath my teacher's naked body.

There was pain intertwined with the ecstasy that I was experiencing, but it only served to enhance the pleasure rather than detract from it -- the sensations so intense, I thought my body would fly apart unable to contain it.

Mr. Hamilton moaned in counterpart with my sobs and cries for maybe a minute before he shuddered and gasped, "Fuck...no, no, no. So sweet, so tight and perfect...FUCK, I can't help...CUMMMING!" He let loose with a bellow and rocked into me, nearly taking my breath away and then I was screaming with utter pleasure as I felt his incredibly thick c**k swell even more and then there was a fierce, liquid heat filling my insides.

My eyes fluttered and I moaned wordlessly as pleasure reduced me to near madness amidst the realization that for the first time in my life, my womb was being flooded with a man's hot semen...specifically, that Mr. Hamilton was flooding my virgin womb with his hot semen! I imagined his sperm, a thick fountain of boiling white seed filling my insides until it leaked from every opening...cumming so much inside me that I could almost taste it. I could see a tidal wave of hot semen flooding over me, turning everything completely white and for maybe a moment or for an eternity, my whole world became nothing but hot, baby-making semen...a blanket of carnal white.

I came back to myself, feeling Mr. Hamilton atop me, panting for breath, his body trembling with effort as I lay underneath him, legs splayed wide and quivering and aching from exertion. My own orgasm still echoed from between my legs, never far from rising up and erupting again as I became aware of the birds and squirrels chittering in the trees, making commentary on the furious, carnal activity below them. Then, I could hear Mr. Hamilton whispering over and over, "I love you, Megan."

"I love you too, Mr. Hamilton!" I murmured, bringing my shaking arms up around his neck, kissing his chest and neck before he lifted his head from my shoulder. His slightest movements made my body convulse with orgasmic energy and I felt my hips momentarily leave the quilt as he adjusted, making me suddenly aware that he was still completely erect and jammed tight inside my cunt!

"You...you're still hard, Mr. Hamilton," I whispered in a hoarse voice filled with disbelief and awe."

He raised his head enough to show me his gratified grin and kissed me on the tip of my pert nose. "I'm surprised too, Megan...must be your fault. I think you maybe be my fountain of youth." He shifted slightly, his c**k lubricated by my own juices and his semen moving slightly within me, making me cry out with s****l pleasure. He frowned a little and said, "Should I...do you want me to pull out, baby?"

My mind reeled as I tried to sort out all my emotions...the knowledge that I finally had Mr. Hamilton inside me and that my body was quivering from an overdose of pure carnal ecstasy...my muscles sweetly aching with exertion, my p***y burning with a wildfire of s****l pleasure and my n*****s aching from being so incredibly engorged with blood.

Having processed all that my body was experiencing and how my mind felt about all this incredible pleasure and having finally fulfilled my longtime dream of having my beloved teacher as my lover, I sighed happily and squirmed underneath my man and said, "Absolutely not...Mr. Hamilton. I want you to keep on f*****g me and make me c*m while you put your hot, baby-making seed in my p***y!"

Mr. Hamilton let out a deep breath and smiled. "You know, now that I've got my c**k inside you, you can call me by my first name. You can call me John."

I giggled and gave him a wicked smile. "I know, but I like calling you Mr. Hamilton...I'm getting f****d by my sexy teacher and that's so wicked and sinful and hot!" I wiggled my hips, nearly fainting with pleasure in the process. "Please f**k me some more, Mr. Hamilton!"

"My pleasure, sweetheart," Mr. Hamilton grunted and then I began to cry out as he began to really work his c**k in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips for leverage as he began to thrust in and out of my p***y. My fingers clawed at his shoulders and back as he rocked atop me as his long thick meatstick wormed back and forth in my cunt, forcing out a flood of mixed p***y cream and semen with each steady stroke -- my sobs and groans escalating each time I felt his massive c**k head poke my cervix.

Out of the intense pleasure came orgasm that rendered me limp and lifeless, my arms falling away spreading wide along with my legs as I felt my torso jerk and convulse as fiery ecstasy overwhelmed me, never quite ceasing even as the intensity retreated. I felt myself becoming almost weightless in the wonder of Mr. Hamilton's steady loving thrusts.

I felt my pleasure beginning to grow again when without warning, my teacher suddenly swept his arms out to catch my legs and raised them up and to his shoulders, my p***y having no choice but to tighten even more around his moving shaft. My heels kicked against his shoulders as he leaned into me, almost curling me into a ball of cumming flesh, and slightly picking up speed.

I began to orgasm even more powerfully than ever. As gouts of ecstatic fury tore through me, I screamed and drooled and wept and writhed as my body seemed to catch fire with the intense pleasure of his never ceasing thrusts, finally and totally understanding the mean of truly being 'f****d' and 'f****d well!'

I became lost in a sea of orgasmic love which suddenly grew stormy and stronger as I felt Mr. Hamilton pick up his pace and his moans penetrated my universe of orgasm until he shoved himself deep inside me and began to c*m again. As again, my womb was bathed and filled with his thick, hot semen, I felt myself being ripped asunder by orgasmic ecstasy...my body melting in wave after wave of intense fiery pleasure until all that remained was a bodiless consciousness wrapped in heavenly delight, knowing only the love that I shared with Mr. Hamilton...my teacher, my man, my lover...

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I awoke from a deep sleep, feeling sore and happy and more contented than I could have imagined. I was face down atop Mr. Hamilton's strong body, my legs splayed out on each side of his torso while my face nuzzled his neck. His arms were wrapped around my body and I could feel his now flaccid, but still sizable p***s lying wetly under my left thigh.

I drew a shuddery breathe, shifting slightly, my battered and sensitive cunt rubbing against Mr. Hamilton's stomach and making me shiver with orgasmic aftershocks. "You're awake, Megan," Mr. Hamilton said softly and I raised my head up to find his smiling face. "Hi."

"Hi," I replied in a quiet voice.

He reached out and tugged a long and sweaty strand of my hair off my face. "Are you okay, Megan? You had me worried for a few minutes. No regrets?"

The enormity of the moment swamped over me as I brought myself up to speed. I was lying naked on top of my equally naked teacher who was three times my age -- suddenly aware that from my pleasantly aching p***y, his semen was slowly dripping out. Months and years of fantasy, yearning and planning had finally culminating in all of it becoming reality. For a second, I wondered what my response should be, but in the next, I felt myself begin to sob as I cried out, "I'm wonderful! I love you so much and you...you love me too, don't you, Mr. Hamilton?"

I hugged myself to him, my tears flowing across his face as we kissed and he stroked my arms and shoulders and back soothingly and softly replied between kisses, "Yes...maybe its wrong, but I love you, Megan...I love you more than I ever thought I could love a woman."

His words comforted me and in the sweet warmth of that fall afternoon, we cuddled and talked about our future together...me sharing my fantasies of what was to come and Mr. Hamilton calmly adding his thoughts and suggestions. Our ideas meshed together almost as perfectly as our bodies seemed to fit together.

I wanted badly to f**k my teacher one more time that wonderful Sunday, but I found myself terribly sore and unable to take his c**k again. Still, I found myself riding another tidal wave of powerful orgasms as Mr. Hamilton had me ride his face and he showed me how truly talented his tongue was. I bucked and writhed on his mouth and his soothing, yet sinfully talented tongue as he kissed and licked my tender flesh, teasing and taunting my slick labia and semen coated p***y flesh and throbbing c******s to orgasm after orgasm.

Not to be outperformed, I eventually squirmed around on his body and as Mr. Hamilton made love to me with his mouth, I began to learn to orally please him as well, coaxing his mighty c**k to a third erection and lovingly sucking and licking him until finally as I saw him struggle to control and restrain his orgasm, I looked up into his eyes and said, "Mr. Hamilton, please give me your c*m. I want you to spray your semen all over your little girl's face!"

I could hear the birds taking flight again from the trees around us as he cried out in complete and utter joy while his c**k jerked and sprayed hot semen all over my face and I learned the pleasure of tasting his seed and feeling the steaming, life giving fluid running down my face.

And so it began...our love affair, both passionate and secret...at least at first. I wept with sadness as I watched him pull away from my house after seeing me home, daring to come to my car and kiss me goodnight both tenderly and passionately as the first day of our lives together came to an end.

Our hours apart were unbearable...those moments in class when we could not be ourselves sheer torture. We tried to be cautious and careful and through the rest of Fall semester, we tried to spend as much time together as we could, both of us shocked to discover how insatiable our need for each other was and how reckless that desire could make us. Mr. Hamilton tried to keep his hands off me in school, but more than once, our school day ended with his c**k inside me and his mouth on mine, squelching my sobs of pleasure as he f****d me atop his desk or I rode his lovely c**k while we sat in his chiar behind his desk..

The end of December came with two surprises. First -- Mr. Hamilton shocked everyone by submitting his resignation, having accepted a position in a small college back east in upstate New York. Second -- I took early graduation, ignoring my mother's and my counselor's entreaties to graduate with my class and walk the stage with my classmates in the spring.

I'm sure there was some gossiping when in January, we left together for New York, pausing for a weekend in a quaint West Virginia town to get married by a justice of the peace who looked a little dubious at our age differences, but who's wife sealed the deal by saying we were the cutest little couple and reminding her husband that her own mother had been a child bride of seventeen and that her father was sixty-one when she'd been born. As we drove north, it was hand in hand, both of us feeling as if we'd slipped into a fairy tale in which we would live happily ever after.

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The autumn leaves fall all around us as we stroll up the tree lined street, little Thomas crowing happily as his small chubby hands try to catch the golden leaves, stretching his arms skyward from the stroller. His brilliant blue eyes and shock of black hair offer testimony to his parentage.

I push the stroller with one hand while I run a hand over the swollen bump of my stomach. My French Lit book peeks out from the stroller's storage pack, swaying gently as I walk us along while my equally swollen breasts, n*****s more sensitive than ever, press against my tightly clinging sweater as we move along.

Suddenly, Thomas screams out in gleeful joy, "Daddy!"

I look up and grin. We are in front of Cooper Hall and Mr. Hamilton...my husband is walking towards us, having just finished speaking to two of his colleagues, both who are looking beyond him at his young wife and child with some considerable envy. There has been no small amount of gossip about Professor Hamilton and his child bride since we arrived almost three years ago, but we are both accepted here. I am in my second year of college -- a little behind schedule thanks to the arrival of our first child, but I am happy -- studying, writing my poetry and short stories while loving my son and my husband and excited about the arrival of our daughter later this winter.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hamilton," I say as my husband takes me in his arms and gives me a big kiss after bending down and hugging and kissing our son.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Hamilton," he replies, making me feel all warm and gooey between my legs. I am still amazed that even though I have always been a horny little slut, being pregnant makes me an absolute nymphomaniac. Now, halfway through my second pregnancy, I am nearly insatiable in my constant desire to have my husband's c**k in me. "How's your day been?"

"Busy," I reply. "But the French Lit class was fun and Mrs. Teegarden at the day care center tells me Thomas has been bouncing off the walls all day." I squeeze Mr. Hamilton's hand and look at him coyly with my big blue eyes before adding, "I imagine he's about ready for a nap...a nice long nap."

My words and their true meaning are not wasted on my husband and he smiles and as we walk busses me on the cheek, murmuring, "Well, then, Megan...I suppose we should be taking a...nap too."

"Or something," I say, releasing his hand and without glancing down, reaching over and caressing his crotch, happy to already feel his thick monster awakening and not caring if anyone saw me acting so wantonly. We smile at each other, my beloved teacher and husband and lover and we walk happily down the leaf strewn avenue to where our house and our bed awaits and I can already envision the two of us in bed, Mr. Hamilton between my widespread thighs, making love, fucking...living the fairy tale...living happily ever after.

The End