School Appropriate Story

Disclaimer: Student/Teacher. None of these events happened.

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Mostly from Kristina's point of view. Crystal's story is thrown in, but it's obvious as to where it's at.


Kristina looked at the most recent addition of the story with pride. She had to show Jenny, and she could show Mr. Davis himself after school. He sounded hotter, at least in actions anyway. She had, in fact, blown off her history homework to write this part. She had felt it necessary to incorporate that into the story. This was her fantasy now.


Jenny refused to read the new part. In fact, Jenny was shocked that Kristina had brought it to school. Joe was even more surprised. He read it though, and gave Kristina props for writing it so well. He thought it was funny though, that a student wanted to have relations with a teacher.

Jenny couldn’t look at Mr. Davis anymore. The knowledge that one of her friends wanted to ride him like cowgirl rides a horse was kind of disturbing to her. He told a spectacular lesson today about the Industrial Revolution.

Mr. Davis again asked Kristina to stay after class. Today most people exited quickly, there were no questions to ask Mr. Davis, his lesson had been that concise. He smiled at her. “Did you write more?”

“I did actually,” she answered, digging in her pocket and pulling out the folded pieces of paper.

“You know, you weren't supposed to bring this to school..." He sighed, then began to read the story. "You write well for the most part. You just need some editing here and there. Do you mind if I keep it?” He asked.

“Not at all, Mr. Davis. I have it saved on my computer. And can you tell me if Mr. David acts like he should? You know, for where he is at?” Kristina asked in a slightly flirty tone.

“Not a problem.”

Amazingly, Kristina didn't write any more that night. Instead, she invited a friend over, to research how Crystal's reactions to sexual stimuli would be.

Morton was an ex, who had continued to be attracted to Kristina, despite Kristina's growing crush on their history teacher. Morton would probably have been seen as attractive to other females, he was Arayan and athletic. However, Kristina had grown fond of the dark hair and eyes of Mr. Davis.

Morton had come prepared for whatever Kristina would want for this evening of research. She had been vague when she had told him to come over.

"So, Kris." Morton asked, leaning back on the couch trying to look masculine, "What are the plans for tonight?"

Kristina, smiling, told him to remove his pants. He promptly complied. She reached for his penis authoritively, and then, quickly took the flacid wang into her mouth, able to take it all in.

Morton let out a small moan.

Kristina moved her head up and down, finding that the shaft got longer on each trip, until eventually she was gagging and couldn't fit the entire length in her mouth. Kristina kept on bobbing her head, up and down, her face becoming red with effort, and beads of sweat forming on her face. Her knees began to ache, and she was shocked that Morton hadn't climaxed yet.

Removing his penis from her mouth, she said shakily, "I can't continue."

Morton's eyes snapped open. "What do you mean?"

"I can't give you head anymore. For a while anyway, I need a break."

He paused, seeming to think. "Wanna go all the way?"

Kristina hadn't expected this. Not wanting to continue the seemingly pointless effort on her knees, she agreed. "Sure."

Morton beamed, removing his shirt in a swift mortion, and tearing Kristina's off almost as quickly. He then struggled with the clasp of the bra. After removing her bra, he said, rather needlessly, "I hate those fucking things."

Kristina remained silent, wondering if she had made a mistake. Her pants were now off, there was no clasp to slow Morton there. Her panties finally off, he kissed her roughly, passionately. Breaking the kiss, she laid down on the couch, asking, "Do you have a rubber?"

"Check." Morton said, as he rolled it over his manhood.

Kristina spread her legs and allowed Morton to enter her. Possibly because there had been no foreplay that she had enjoyed, and thus, no real lubrication, he felt huge as forced himself into the previously unused oriface. He was barely inside, yet, she felt herself stretching, silently begging him to be all the way in, but just when she had thought he was thouroughly inside her, he would manage to inch himself into her again.

"Okay, baby?" Morton asked, before covering her mouth with his, therefore, not letting her respond. She felt him withdraw, and then, he thrusted into her again, causing her body to arch in response to the new spasm of pain. This repeated itself several times, until the pain began to ebb away, and she could begin to appreciate the penis gliding into her, and the warmth of Morton's lips and tongue pressed again her own. She even began to appreciate Morton's weight, which covered her like a blanket, keeping her warm. Yet, when she opened her eyes, and saw blue, her heart would plummet, because she knew that's not what she wanted. She wanted not blue, but brown.

Morton moaned loudly into her mouth, then withdrew. Opening her eyes again, she saw the traces of blood on the condom, and heard Morton's simple remark.

"Hey! It looks like I've popped your cherry!"

She felt disgusted at Morton's comment. She quickly ushered Morton out of the house, hurried herself into the shower, and cried.

The next morning, she only had enough time to scribble on a piece of paper her feelings. She knew she had to talk with Mr. Davis about what happened. She would need to have her seat changed in class, anyway. She sat much to close to Morton for her comfort.

Kristina looked at her work with some pride, it was a simple enough way to communicate how she felt about Mr. Davis without telling him personally.

It read: "Crystal wondered what she had done incorrectly to make her teacher leave so suddenly. Was she not pretty enough? She was tormented with thoughts and couldn’t sleep until long after midnight.

When she saw Mr. David in class the next day she smiled at him. He didn’t seem to notice. She wondered if the deal was off. She hoped it wasn’t. She felt he was the only person in the world who would make her feel so beautiful in his presence, she felt like she was in withdrawal."

After reading it, she laughed silently to herself. It certainly seemed like she was in love with her teacher. And she was scared, mainly because she couldn't deny it. Then, she shoved the note in her backpack, and walked to school.