The erotic tales of a teenager

I wake up to my alarm. It’s so damn early. I get out of bed before I fall asleep again, grab new clothes and head for the shower. I stand under the water for a while, fantasising about mr. Greene, my math teacher. I close my eyes and imagine him being in the shower with me, moving his hands all over my body, lathering the soap into my soft skin. I imagine his hands stop at my t**s, rubbing soothing circles and pinching my n*****s. Then I imagine his hands going further down. I remove the old shower head and turn the water on max. I place the hose of the shower at my clit, and imagine that mr. Greene is the one doing this. I let my hands roam freely as I feel my orgasm slowly approaching. “Mm yes, mr. Greene. Make me c*m” I moan just as my body fence and convulse. I allow my body to stop shaking before I turn off the water, place the head back on and step out to dry myself. When I’m done, I get dressed and head down the stairs to greet my mother. On the way, I look at the old pictures of me and my parents. One in particular is my favourite. The picture with me laughing in my father’s arms as he runs around the garden with me, and my mother that’s chasing us. That’s the last photo we ever got with dad. He passed away in a car accident the next day. I was 8. I can still see my mother’s face the day two officers knocked on the door and told us what happened. Still, to this day, my mom is not alright, even though it’s been almost 10 years. I sigh and walk down the last steps and open the door to the kitchen. After dad died, mom moved us from New York to Texas, to be as far from the old memories as possible. In the beginning, this house was super cute. Outside it was white with black trims, a big, Greene lawn with and old barn in the back, a nice balcony to sit on and a swing set. Now, the barn is due for demolition, the swing set is broken, the paint has faded and the lawn is overgrown. Inside, the paint has faded, the kitchen cabinets are falling apart, my mother can barely wait till noon to open her bottle and the staircase is extremely dangerous to walk in. The only part in this house that looks fine, is my bedroom. I got a job as a waitress after school, and all the money I earn, I save to pay bills or to remodel the house. “Morning mom” I say as I step into the kitchen. She sits at the counter with a cup of coffee, but by the smell of it, it’s either Irish or something like that. I grab a pop tart and put it in the toaster before finding a clean cup and pour myself some coffee. I put two brown sugar cubes in, and some cream and sip it as I wait for breakfast to be done. When the soft ding comes, I grab a plate and toss the pop tart on it. I eat where I stand, finish my coffee and grab my keys. “I have work today, so I’ll be home late” I say and head to our only car. The car is as beat down as the house. The once white colour, is now brown from the dust on the Texan roads, the black tires are beige and the door almost fall of when I open it. I get in, check the backseat for my bag and put the key in the ignition. The car starts with a tired cough before finally roaring as it starts for full. I put the car in gear and drive out of the garage. I plug my phone to the Bluetooth and select a playlist. I sing along to all the songs as I drive down the road to the school. Once there, I find a parking spot and shut of the engine. I grab my bag from the backseat and open the door. I quickly step out so no one sees the struggle I have, and close the door. I put the key in the lock and lock my door. I head towards the red building and open the large double doors. I walk to my locker and grab my math book and history book for first and second period. I walk into the bright classroom and find my seat. Mr. Greene sits behind his own desk, typing something on his computer. I look at him and lick my lips and stare at him. His green shirt clings to his broad chest. It hangs a bit loose on his arms, but it suits him. He has a small beard, and it really suits him. His sharp jaw make him look like a total bad boy. He has a sharp nose, full lips and blue eyes. I’ve had a crush on him for the past few years now, but he doesn’t do students. My only option, is to fail his class. Once Simon and George enter the classroom and close the door, mr. Greene looks up from his computer. “Welcome back. How was everyone’s weekend?” He asks and looks at us. Some of the guys mumble something about a keg party, and some girls started talking about how hot the guys on the varsity team are. I roll my eyes at them, and catch the eye of mr. Greene. He smiles at me and return his attention to the rest of the class to silence them. “I’ll start by returning the last tests to you” he says and start walking around the classroom. When he stops at my desk, he bends down to me and hands me the test. “Stay back after school. We need to talk about your characters” he says and walk down the next row. * After school, I walk towards the teachers lounge. Mr. Greene’s office is in the far back, and due to lack of light, I know we’re alone. I step up to his office and knock the door. “Come in” mr. Greene says after a few moments, and I open the door. The light in his office is bright, but welcoming. He has a couch in the right corner, a few armchairs in front of his mahogany desk. I step up to the chairs and sit down in one of them, making sure my skirt ride up a few inches. “Miss George, you’re failing my class. What’s going on? These last two years, you have been a straight A student. You can tell me anything you know” he said and tilts his head a bit, folds his hands and rest his head on them. He is so gorgeous. “I’m sorry sir” I start and give him an innocent look. “My father passed away when I was 8, and with his anniversary coming up, my mother goes through more bottles than usual, and I have picked up double shifts at the diner” I explain, giving him plausible reason to fail. “Isn’t there anything I can do to make up for my grades?” I start flirting now, hoping for a reaction. He sighs. “I honestly don’t know. What did you have in mind?” He ask and leans forward on his desk a bit. I cross my legs, turn my back a bit and lean down, making sure my skirt rides even further up. “What are you doing?” He asks, but I don’t answer, I just open my legs on either side of the armrests, move my skirt and give my teacher an uncensored view of my waxed, moist kitten. I see his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows, and I know he’s hooked. “Anything?” He asks, and I nod. “I hope you will accept my work for extra credit” I say and stand up. Mr. Greene grabs my hand and leads me to the end of the desk. I sit down, excited for what comes next, and then he leans close to me to whisper in my ear. “On your knees. I need to see how eager you are” he says and grab my hair tough, making me yelp. I get of the desk and slowly sink to my knees, still with his hands in my hair, and start unbuckling his belt. Once free, I drag the zipper down before gripping the waistband of his jeans and boxers and dragging them down. He then sit down on his chair, push me under the table and guides his semi flaccid member into my mouth. I tuck my teeth behind my lips and begin sucking his length. A few times he push my head all the way down, until he hear me gagging, and then let me up again for ear. I don’t know how long I was sucking him of, but my jaw was aching when I finally felt his c**k throbbing. He pushed my head down and shot his load down my throat, and I had to swallow it all so I could breathe again. He put his pants back on and walked to lock the door. When he came back, he helped me to my feet and laid me on his desk. “Feet on the desk, knees apart” he instructed, and I did as he said. Once my feet were in the position he wanted them, he sat down on his chair again. “Don’t move, and don’t make a sound. If you do, it takes longer for you to c*m” he said before tracing a hand between my folds, making me shudder. With no warning, he slapped my p***y, making me yelp and the juices flowing. He chuckles and start poking my entrance with his tongue. I close my eyes and think about homework when he starts sucking my clit into his mouth. I bite my bottom lip to keep me from moaning, and it takes everything I have, not to move. He flicks his tongue over my nub, suck it in his mouth and then start doing figure eights, making me tremble. Another slap goes on my p***y, and I gasp at the feeling. “I have all day. Don’t c*m until I say so” he demands, grab my hips and goes back to work, this time with more determination. I can barley hold back my orgasm. Tears prickle my eyes and I think of anything other than what my teacher is doing between my legs. “c*m” he says, and I feel my body explode over his face. I let out a breath I didn’t know I held, and I was grinding myself on his face, riding out my orgasm. When he’s done, he drag down his pants again, grab his semi erect c**k and push it inside me, hard and fast, before I can even say I’m a virgin. “Ah” I cry out when he’s all the way in. “Wait, please. Let me adjust” I beg through clenched teeth. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” He demanded, and I looked at him. “I was about to when you pushed inside me, but please, you can move now” I say and move my hips a bit. I wince in pain when he begins to move, and his thumb comes down between us, and rubs my clit. I moan. I feel another orgasm coming, and he grabs my hips and slam inside me, making the desk jump on the floor, but he doesn’t care. His sole focus is ramming inside me, making sure I never can say I’m a virgin again. After a few more pumps, I clench around him as my orgasm hits me. My walls are convulsing around him, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He grunts and shoots his load inside me, prolonging my orgasm. When he’s done, he pulls out, making me wince again, but the pain ends fast. He opens a desk drawer and pull out some tissue paper and starts cleaning me. When he’s done, he looks at me. “Same time tomorrow. If you want to pass my class, you have to be on your knees, under my desk at precisely 3pm, every day. If not, you will fail” he said and opens the door for me to leave. “Yes, mr. Greene” I say and walk fast to my car. I check the time. It’s almost 5 pm, and I’m late for work. I get in my car, and speed of.