The Teacher's Pet
Story Codes: MF, Consensual,  Exhibitionism



Teacher’s Pet
by Louis Friend


She was my teacher and I came over to her house one night after school to discuss a bad
grade I got. She was a complete bitch of a teacher -- she gave me a bad grade for no good
reason and wouldn't discuss it during class.

Well, that wouldn't do. I was getting ready to apply for college and I needed a great grade in
this class.

You should have seen her face when she opened the door and saw me there.
Surprise mixed with outrage.

She asked me what "the fuck" I was doing there.

I stammered as I tried to explain and she told me to buzz off and closed the door in my face.
I waited a few minutes and knocked again.

She was incensed.

I tried to plead my case and she finally told me to get my ass inside, that her neighbors would
talk if they saw one of her students loitering on her porch.

She told me to sit on her couch. Oddly, she was watching pornographic films on her TV. Some
really far out stuff. I had to look, though I tried to hide my eyes when I did.

Acting as if everything was normal, she sat across from me on a stool, looking down at me,
arms crossed.

"Okay, let's try this again. Tell me why you felt that you had the right to violate my privacy."

Again, I ran through my spiel. Good grade needed, college applications. The need to fix this
grade. Et cetera. All the while my knees were knocking a bit and my cock getting
uncomfortably hard at the sounds of the moans and slurping coming from the TV.

"I'm not about to change that grade, Michael. You did a lousy job and you got a lousy grade.
Case closed."

"But, what was so wrong?" I asked, my heart racing. Silence.

"For Chrissakes, Michael. What is the problem? Haven't you ever seen people fucking? Do
you have a problem with what's on my TV?"

"No, Ma'am... I just..."

"This is the problem. Now you've come in to my sanctuary and you'll go back to all of your little
friends and tell them what a pervert your English teacher is. You probably think that you can
make me agree to give you a good grade if you keep your mouth shut."

"No... no, Ma'am." I said, amazed that I hadn't thought of the idea myself.

"That's right, you won't do that or else I'll tell them what you did for me."

"What's that, Ma'am?"

"I've got one way you can get a good grade on that paper, Michael. You said you'd do
anything for a better grade. Well, I'm about to give you an opportunity to do anything."
She told me to stand and strip. It took me a while to take her seriously but a swat on my rump
definitely told me that she wasn't kidding around.

I couldn't believe that I was standing naked in front of her once every inch of clothing was
gone.

I tried to cover my engorged cock but she wouldn't let me. In fact, she took it upon herself to
examine it and started asking me embarrassing questions.

She wanted to know how often I played with myself, how far I'd gone with a girl. She even
asked if I'd ever thought about being with another boy!

I had to admit that I masturbated twice a day and that I'd only ever touched a girl's breasts and
had never thought about being with a boy.

"You should try it, it’s fun," she said, giving me a wink.

She had me lay down on her carpet. She stood above me, and walked around me, taking
stock of my body. It felt like she was larger than life. Before I knew it, she was standing over
me, straddling my head with her feet, and I was looking up her skirt at her black panties.
She knew I was looking at her, teasing me. She dropped down and pinned my arms down with
her knees. It was slightly difficult to breath with her legs on either side of my head but it was
worth it. I was given the privilege of returning her gaze as she looked down at me, helpless.
Her pussy was mere inches from my face with only a thin piece of fabric from her panties
between it and me. She allowed me to feel her warmth by lowering herself onto my face. She
allowed me to take in her heady aroma. She even allowed me to hear that her pussy was wet,
by sticking a finger into her panties and inserting it into her. I would do anything to smell or
taste that finger.

Knowing this, she asked me if I'd take a beating to taste her. "Yes, yes, anything," I say,
breathlessly. She got off of me and had me kneel, my ass in the air, resting on my elbows. I
heard her move behind me and I shuddered. Before I knew it, I heard the soft whistling of what
I later learned was a "cat of nine tails." The tails of the cat made contact with my ass, stinging
me slightly and surprising me more.

She gave me ten blows, I felt my butt get hot from the whipping. I whimpered between each of
them, at once wincing from the pain and realizing that each blow made me more aroused.

"There, there. That's a good little pussy boy. You do want to take another for me, don't you?"
Of course I did. I whispered, "Yes, please."

Another blow landed upon me. And then another. And a third. Each making my body jump with
the stinging pain.

"What do you say, slut?" she asks, her eyes locked onto mine.

"Thank you. Thank you for the pain."

"Good boy. Seems that you might not be as stupid as I thought. Let's see how quick of a study
you are."

She had me turn around and sat down before me. She removed her panties, allowing me to
see her bare, shaved pussy. "Eat me," she said.

After a while she had me stand and wrapped a few rubber bands around my balls, snapping
them and hurting me. She left the room and came back with some clothespins that she used
on my nipples, enjoying every little whimper.

She had me get back down on my knees and told me that she was going to give me another
first....

With that, I felt her fingers going up and down the crack of my ass, massaging my virgin
asshole.

I didn't even need to ask what she planned on doing as I felt drops of lubricant hit where her
fingers had just been.

She used one finger at first but it felt like it might as well have been five as she pushed inside
of me.

She started fucking me with one finger and asked me if I could take two. I don't know where it
came from but I nodded in assent. Two fingers became three and, finally four.

"Damn, you little slut, if we had more time, I'd fist your fucking ass," she said, finally pulling her
hand out of me and leaving me crumpled on the floor.

As a final act of humiliation she had me masturbate in front of her, her hand cupped at the end
of my cock. When I came she held it up and made me slurp it out of her palm.

She took the paper and wrote "B+" on it, giving it back to me and telling me that my next paper
could be an A if I kept working as well as I had.

With that, she told me to get the fuck out of her house and that if I mentioned this to anyone:
she had a nice videocassette that she could share with my teenage friends.


Copyright© 2009 Louis Friend