So Forbidden

Note From The Author: Hewwo"¦ Yesh"¦ This is my first smut-like story I've ever posted in my entire life. Let the celebrating begin! Nah"¦ R&R tell me what you think. I'm open to any suggestions since I'm new to this game and all. I wanted to make a second chapter to this story, but I'm not sure. I still have to work on ideas. Send me any ideas through the reviews too.

Ah"¦ The joy that is teaching at an all-girl's high school. Its like a museum, you can look, but not touch. Frankly I wouldn't want to touch any one of those whores. Amazing really, they have no one to show off to, but they do it anyway. Granted there are a few other male teachers in the school, crushes being flung about here and there; the normality that is being a hormonal adolescent female. Another reason for not touching any of them besides the rulebook, the hilarity of the whores, and the overall wrongness of it all, both of my daughters have gone too this school. Sometimes I look out into the sea of kids crowding my classroom and I swear I saw their faces out there among them, whether they were really there or not. But there was one girl.

Roza, the class right after my youngest, was a bright girl. Cute as a button, but ferocious as a tiger. Flaming red hair, dark, icy blue eyes that could lock on you like a red sight from a sniper rifle, seeming to see into your very soul, intimidating even our hard-core, nun principal. She was one that would always look you in the eye whenever she spoke to you, something seldom few ever did, including the faculty. The looks she gave always sent chills up my spine. Yet, she was always very quite, very mysterious, but had a biting sense of humor that could rival my own. Even as a freshman she could tease with the best of them, lashing out like a viper in one second, doing her infamous baby impressions the next. But she always did worry me, in more ways then one. She was always very pale, even right after the summer holidays, and very sickly, very tiny, so frail. Yet she had a toughness about her that was impenetrable. If anyone showed her any look of concern she would shoot you such a look that could give Satan chills.

But Jesus what a sense of humor she did have. We often teased each other, sometimes in class. Slipping in insults as we debated topics across the classroom, the rest of the kidslowilowing our remarks like a tennis match. And there was that grin. That grin that let me know that thought the talk was over and I had won (she had always let me finish), that looked as if she were accepting defeat, but later I soon learned that she had more to say that would have left me speechless. I learned this one day after classes were done and she stopped by my room, shooting back one last remark that not only left me stunned, but nearly threw me off my chair from laughing.

I missed her horribly sophomore year. She didn't have me for any class despite the fact the school was so small. Another lucky teacher got her, and that teacher was a woman, so she didn't enjoy her to the extent I did. She certainly was easy on the eyes. Thankfully, the aforementioned teacher was notoriously bad at her occupation, so once in a blue moon I caught a glimpse of her as she asked questions either during lunch or after school. There was a time where I got to see her about every day of the week because Open House was that weekend. She was helping out my department, and I was heading it that year. Plus she was working for one of the clubs I moderate too. I remember fighting so hard each time, doing my best not to smile as she knocked on my doorframe, poking her red head in.

Then came junior year. I again had her for a class, and though she had quieted dramatically and she had physically changed as well (though, as I often teased, not in height) she was still the most intelligent of the bunch. Though I had my theories on her silence. My youngest was a senior, and I had often joked that as soon as she was out I would leave the school and become a hermit from the beginning. Roza had then begun a countdown during the beginning of her sophomore year; she said to me as I lay hunched over my computer desk, moaning as I went through all the stupidity that is freshmen essays, "Hang in there, only two more years to go." My guess is that she was trying to detach herself from me as much as she could that year so that when I left it would have meant nothing to her. This realization had hurt me at first, but then again that was Roza. Seldom touched, always hurt. The poor girl avoided all emotional and/or intimate ties if possible. She shrank away if anyone lent a hand, and slapped anyone that did dare touch her. Now, I don't have any theories on this, only fact. Roza was an abused child. Her father having not been the best of men. He had beaten up Roza and her little brother in their younger years, but after heavy medication and a divorce, he finally snapped to and became much nicer. The details of the entire ordeal are too gruesome for me to comprehend, and I thank anyone who is up there for the therapists who finally smacked what little sense they could into the man. But still he was such an ass. I had the fortune of meeting him on occasion at the parent teacher conferences and caught glimpses of him as she was dropped off to school. He made very good first impressions, but the better eye could see the monster he really was.

This only made my love for her grow. Perhaps this is why I decided to stay one more year. It is now her senior year. I have seen her grow, I have seen her change. I have taken part in shaping this girl into a woman, and I wanted her in the worst way. These days asook ook at her now either crossing her through the halls or as she sits modestly taking notes in class, I find myself retreating quickly behind my lecture podium or running away, hiding my bulge that was surely forming. Still petite and pale, she was ever beautiful, and I no longer saw her as the friend of my youngest. She was a person all her own now, a person I had often been too frightened to see, thinking of it making me even more heated. Just watching her sit there, her slim legs splayed boyishly underneate dee desk, or one under and another out seeming to straddle one of the thin polished steel legs of the desk, another thing I loved about her, her tomboyish sense, completely ignoring all the crossed legs of her classmates ad hed her. Though those times she did cross her legs, I could see up the dark plaid kilt, getting a nice view of her muscular, blue-tight clad thighs, all the way to her navy shorts that the girls seemed to have an unwritten law about. All the girls wore shorts. Her arms were crossed below her modest chest when she wasn't taking notes, the carelessly buttoned blouse sometimes allowing view to her usual black sports bra I have burned into my mind, a button more then most unbuttoned, her small bosom allowing no cleavage despite the crossed arms, the mandatory winter sweater or blazer tossed overtop. Her left black striped Vans sneaker clad foot always tapping some tune unknown to me, though I swore I heard the notes to Blink, Fo, Foo Fighters, or Chevelle being tapped out, as her dark blue eyes glanced on to me as I proceeded with the lecture.

Everything about her entranced me, so much that I would often sit there spacing out during breaks at my desk, hands frozen above the keyboard as I thought of her in what only can be described as "sinful" ways. Thank God I'm divorced. I don't think that justifies making out with a minor though. But time was running out, graduation is coming soon, and the opportunities are slipping away. She's seeing me so less now.

That is until today, as she seems to glide around the room after school, having become one of my TAs for my freshmen classes, she was now teaching the kids I so dreaded all on her own now, and was doing a fine job of it, and now she was performing her usual after school duties for her class, setting up papers and making sure she was prepared to leave. Her last day of classes was today. Ahe she seniors get out a month early. She could make them understand like I never could. She could compare the materials to bands in a snap, or put the formulas to tunes that even I remembered and the kids found familiar. Again I'd like to reiterate, this was her last day of classes for her high school career. I wouldn't see her again till graduation day when all the teachers were shipped there; even then it would be hard to see her from the crowd. Finals were all over, so this was indeed my last chance.

She was standing on one of the chairs, reaching as high as she could over the cabineforefore her, trying to get a three-fold poster I had put at the top. She moaned deeply in her throat and whined at the same time, giving me goose bumps. Grimacing she turned to me with an angered look, "Excuse me, fellow-vertically-challenged-but-with-less-hair-atop one, would be so kind as to fetch me that dastardly poster board you threw up there?"

I couldn't help but grin slyly as she jumped off the chair allowing me to hop on. Yeah so I only had about seven inches on her, but it was enough for me to grab the poster and toss it her general direction. "There you are tiny-one-with-a-voice-deeper-than-my-own one." I shot back as I jumped back down.

Roza dove for it, my aim having been off somewhat, knocking one of her jutting hips into the table in the back of the room. I turned to her as I heard her yelp in pain, just in time to get smacked upside the head with handhand as the other held the poster, "Thanks, TWIT! That hurt you freakin' idiot"¦ Owchies"¦" I laughed aloud as her bottom lip pouted out, the free hand rubbing the sore spot. I quickly moved away, feeling a bit hot again. I made it to the podium and grabbed a stack of papers and a couple textbooks, slamming them into the proper shelves. I never saw the tiny one coming.

All I could see was something big and white flying to the back of my head; I ducked in time before the collision and turned, grabbing the wrists of the offender, turning them on a dime so that their back faced my front. All by reflex. For a beat I paused, noticing, it was Roza who had flung the poster board at the back of my head, it was her who had gasped as I grabbed her, and was now panting from the shock right in front of me. I felt my pants tightening again.

This was my chance.

I turned her to face me, released her hands, and grabbed her forcefully around the waist, dragging her slim frame close to mine, feeling her warmth against me, hearing the rapid and scared thud of her heart, her chest heaving, matching the bewildered look in her wide blue eyes as my hazel ones met her's. She struggled and pushed back, this only made me clutch her harder, pressing my now aching member into her abdomen. She gasped again as I bent my head down, claiming her lips with my own, tasting her as she screamed into my own mouth. It was muffled, but it still made my ears ring, and it hurt so badly, but it felt so good. Lust had seeped in; this was the point of no return, I could feel the heat of the testosterone taking over. The needy animal in me had been awakened. I couldn't hold back any longer.

My tongue finally gained entrance to her mouth, and I walked forward to the wall behind her, glad no one was in the school at this hour, and the all the doors to my room had been closed. I pressed her against the chalkboard, grabbing underneath her ass to lift her up so she sat over the ledge, her groin now level to mine. She continued to scream as my tongue danced with her's, but her thrashing legs stopped, and her pounding on my chest softened, all the oxygen been suffocated from either my kiss or the vice she was in between my body and the board behind her. I went on incensed at what I was doing; paying no attention to how violent I was being to her, how brutal the pressure truly was. I finally released her from the kiss, needing air myself nowd hed her screams having dulled into soft cries.

For an instant I felt bad for what I was doing to this poor girl, both of us staring at each other, our panting in aching rhythm. She just started, her unbelieving eyes shocked at what was happening. My hands moved from underneath her ass as I grabbed the sides of her face, dragging towards me again, meeting her bruised lips again, this time her's parting more inglingly. She continued to cry, but I played on gently this time, taking care not to harm her more than I already had.

I ground my hips once against her, the pain down there seeking something in return. I could feel all my blood rushing to my throbbing cock, now becoming fully erect. My rough hands slid from her face as my lips pressed more forcefully into her's, pressing her head against the chalkboard. My hands blindly went for the bottom of her shirt, pulling up on it to untuck it from the confines of the high riding kilt, my hands slowly creeping up upon the smooth, cold skin as I finally gained entrance.

Roza's body froze when I traced my body along the hem of the bra, her voice crying out softly into my groans of need. I suddenly slipped my hands deftly under the bra, grabbing her two small breasts in either hand, causing the girl to jump and scream under me. She struggled once more hopelessly and began crying aloud again as I began squeezing relentlessly at the small mounds. I continued the brutal attack until she stopped pushing against me, her voice now eliciting sounds of plea as as I tugged at her now perk nipples.

It was my turn to freeze now as I felt her heat matching my own where both of our groins met. I grinned against her lips as I ground into her mouth with even more brute force, my hands releasing her small tits. I cupped her ass with my hands as I moved away from the board, keeping her on me through the kiss. I quickly carried her to the first line of desks and laid her down on her back. I freed her from the kiss for a moment as I slipped the sweater and the shirt off in one take, moving the bra off with it. I ripped off the skirt, popping off all the buttons as it went, and took off my own shirt next, listening to Roza pant, feeling her body heave for air as I knelt with one knee on the desk between her knees, the other foot planted firmly on the ground.

I wrapped my fingers around the waistbandthe the shorts and tights, and she withdrew breath, ready to scream as I did so. I lunged forward and suffocated the deafening sound with another kiss as I pulled it all down in one move, letting her go once more for breath as I did away with the panties and the rest, tossing it all into the ever growing pile on the floor. I leaned in again just as she was about to scream, allowing the noise to vibrate all around my throat, my tongue dancing around with her's, my cock straining for attention. I kissed only a second more, feeling her weaken beneath me as she fell limp from the struggling. I sat back, eager to pull off the clothes from my lower body, taking the time to view her naked youth as well.

It is so hard to put it to words, but she looked better then I had ever imagined. Lean muscle all over, especially the upper body, my fingers able to trace lines on the six-pack of her long abdomen. Roza had an unusually long torso compared to her legs, but it made her all the more beautiful in my eyes. Her hip bones jutted out in the weak lighting of the room, casting a shadow in the apex between them, her ribs shadowed by the small, yet firm white sts.sts. My eyes went even further down to townyowny, soft curls of her sex, trimmed to perfection, and indeed she was a real redhead. And possibly a bit of blond too judging from the reflection of the lights. She had been known to sprout blonde streaks during the summer upon her return to school, and everyone thought she had dyed her hair. None of those colors could have even been found in a bottle.

I grinned slyly as I noticed a dampened line down the center of the hair, the flushed skin of the inside of the lips barely coming into view. I teased her, the tips of my fingers trailing down from her neck, watching her breathing slow as I danced down her upper body, right between the small tits, down to the line of muscle of her abdomen, across her stomach, through the well-groomed hair. As soon as I reached the start of the pink lips, however, she gasped, in taking air as if readying for another scream, her eyes going wide once more. Instead of kissing her, my free hand caressed the side of her face gently, and her head turned away from my touch at first, causing some pain to my heart, but I continued to hold the side of her face in my hand, hushing her as I would to one of my kids who had had a nightmare in the days long ago. I cooed to her gently, the other hand hovering just before the wet pink nether lips. "Shhh"¦ It's okay"¦ Shhh"¦" I said, in a whisper, leaving gentle kisses down the other side of her face, holding her close to me as I nearly dow down next to her, my face nearly beside her's.

Roza cried in a pained voice, barely a whisper, "Stop"¦ Please"¦ Don't do it Mr. Barnet. Please, stop"¦"

I ignored her pleas, taking it as a sign to continue. I kept on hushing her whimpers as my finger trailing down continued, rubbing gentl her her heated clit, causing a shudder to run down her entire body. She shook from both the fear and the sensation till I called to her, "Just relax"¦ Calm down, calm down. Shhh"¦ Roza"¦" in my most soothing voice. It seemed to have some effect because she stopped shuddering as I continued to rub the hardening nub in a circular fashion, feeling the heat and moisture begin to emanate even more from her. Taking another chance, I suddenly thrust a finger into her quivering sex, making her freeze and choke, the walls of her vagina clenching tightly around it. Marveling at how small she was, I calmed her once more by hushing her and caressing the side of her face with the free hand. She stayed choking, her eyes wide and unblinking as I began to move the finger slown ann and out of the tightening walls, eliciting more and more of her juices to flow, making my cock harder then ever before.

My lips captured her mouth as she came to, crying out once more, pleading me to stop. I gently kissed her words to whimpers. I raised the soaked finger from her now dripping cunt, and rubbed her juices all over her lips when I released her once more for breath, then leaned in once more, allowing me to taste her as well. I returned the finger to its play and added a second, this time moving around a bit more, trying to loosen her up a bit, to no avail. She was so small, so tight. I've never had one like this. After further prodding I found what I had been wondering about for quite some time, her hymen. I froze in the middle of as, ms, my ten inches of manhood throbbing at dre dream of it. I had always thought she had been with other guys before, I had heard the stories of a couple boyfriends throughout her years here. Apparently she never went all the way. Fascinating. Especially with a body like this. The other hand now traveled to entangle itself in those red locks of hair as I shifted to be all the way over top of her. My other foot now left the ground as I knelt completely between her legs. I stopped mygersgers' fun and licked them clean, using my hand to wrap her unwilling legs around my hips. Again the tiny girl under me began with her now loud sorrowful pleas.

"No! Please, stop Mr. Barnet. Why? Why are you doing this? Mr. Barnet"¦ Please! Stop"¦"

I continued to position her limp, quivering body about me, ignoring her cries, her straining voice calling out my name only exciting my neglected member even more.

"No"¦ Please"¦"

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have her. No matter what. My hands now on either side, steadying myself.

"Stop! What are you doing? Please"¦"

I so needed her, the tip of my glistening head was now pressed gently into her hot pussy.

"No"¦"

I thrust in hard, all ten inches at once to the hilt, breaking through any barriers, swearing I felt the cervix at the top, stretching her walls to the full point. She froze under me. Her eyes glazed over and wide, seeming to stare through my head, past me at something else, her mouth open wide in a silent scream. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, trailing past the cheekbones and down her neck. I pulled out nine inches, and pumped in again all the way, moaning a guttural groan from deep inside. She gasped as I came up, her eyes still wide and staring. I slowly pulled out once more, then rammed it home, this time eliciting the most feral noise of pain and pleasure I have ever heard, her legs clasping tight around me. I continued to pump, matching each delicious spasm of her tight cunt with my own force. I gradually began grinding into her, withdrawing less, ramming in as much as I could. I finally fell into a rhythm, wondering why something so bad, so forbidden, could feel so good, so right. I soon quickened my pace, sweat pouring from my body and Roza's, her tits bouncing as I ground against her. y amy amazement, she reciprocated as it became more intense, easily falling into the same rhythm as I was going. Moaning along with me in ecstasy. My arms collapsed after shaking for a good bit, my body pressed all the way against her's as I neared my climax. She gasped as I fell forward into her, her sweat mingling with mine. I claimed her mouth once more as I felt our hearts beat in unison. Our s bes becoming more audible as one. I arched back and screamed as Roza froze once more as she climaxed her walls coming down around me so hard I came as I felt the spasms milk me of my seed. This time she screamed such a scream that it sent chills down my slick back. I fell back on top of her, her legs falling limp around me, our panting falling irregular as we laid there as one. Even after the spasms stopped, the heat remained, and I held her down at her first attempt to get out from under me. Nothing feels as good as the forbidden.