Ready To Learn - Chapter Two

Ready To Learn Chapter Two I can still hear the click of the lock on Mr. H’s office door. The touchstone moment that will stay with me until the day I leave this Earth. The sound of that lock clicking – hearing it from the inside of his office door – changed my life. Up until that moment I had lived my life the way I was supposed to. I made good grades, I was friends with the good girls in school. I went to church and volunteered in my community. I helped out around the house and never gave anyone reason to worry about me. I was happy with all of that, because it was definitely part of who I was. But – I always felt a little empty. I needed more. More than school, friends, parents – more than what had been my normal day to day life. When Mr. H, my science teacher, offered to teach me... Really teach me – I was scared and excited. I trembled at the thought of stepping outside of my role of good student/daughter/girl. Thinking back.... I am grateful to him. ...... I stood in the small lab equipment storeroom that also served as his office. My long skirt grazed the ground, gently moving in the breeze from a small fan on the desk. My shirt was open, my bra unhooked from the front. My large breasts stood out from my body, firm, tender. Gravity had not yet taken a toll on any part of my body. My breasts defied gravity – full, soft, round. My pale pink nipples were tingling – firm from the cool breeze. I stood still, expressionless, not sure what would happen next. Mr. H had locked the classroom door and closed the blinds. Everyone would have gone home by now. I’m sure there were some students and teachers/coaches over by the gym, but no one would have ventured to the science department at this time of day.... It must have been 5:30 pm or so. I had been too embarrassed to tell my parents that Mr. H had given me detention – so I told them I was going to the retirement home after school to volunteer for a few hours. It was near the school, within a safe walking distance. I wasn’t old enough to drive, but they trusted me to walk there. They wouldn’t expect me home until at least seven. I often ate dinner with the older gentlemen at the home – they liked to pinch my cheeks and pat my leg while I visited with them. I stood facing Mr. H’s desk. The small room suddenly felt a lot smaller as he entered the space. He was a tall, strong man. He pulled the door to the room closed. Click. I shuddered a bit as the sound filled the room. He stood in front of me, looking at me, into me. I looked to the ground – I couldn’t look him in the eye as he looked at my body. He walked around me, twice, slowly. I could hear his every breath, so close to me, but not touching. He walked to his chair and sat down slowly. He adjusted the desk lamp and turned off the harsh, overhead light. With the light behind him, he was in silhouette. The warm glow from the light hit my skin. “Your eyes are very blue”, he said. “lovely.” I felt my face flush from the compliment. My breasts turned a darker shade of pink also. I wasn’t sure how to take his compliment - I hadn’t been given much attention from boys in my school. They would make crude comments about my tits, of course, since they had grown so quickly, and much before the other girls. I had been grabbed by a few overly eager boys at school, who were desperate to feel them. I feigned anger, but secretly was glad for the crude attention. I don’t think anyone (other than my mom) had noticed my eyes, much less complimented me on them. “Take off your shirt and bra...” he said matter-of-factly, “... Fold them... Place them on the filing cabinet.” I took a deep breath, and did as he said. I returned to my place in front of him. He shifted in his chair slightly. “Push your hair behind your shoulders and turn around,” he said. I did as he said. “Take off your skirt and put it with your other clothes.” I blushed a little more. I had on a very modest, long skirt. Very pretty, pink silk. Beneath it I wore a simple pair of white cotton panties. The material was thin and soft. The soft, small patch of dark hair on my pussy would be visible through the fabric. I was still getting used to the hair on my pussy. As I stood there, I could feel the wetness between my legs soak into them – I could feel the moisture dampen my pussy lips. If I had sat down, I would have left a wet spot.... from the flood of pussy juice that was close to dripping out of me. I felt a little embarrassed. Mr. H saw my hesitation. He stayed quiet for a moment and then said “If you have any doubts, then you should leave.” I started to say something, but instead, I undressed and stood in front of him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the darkened spot on my panties. This probably doesn’t make any sense to you – and I see now that it was a ridiculous worry. “Jane.” (I love the way he said my name... Very deliberately). “Jane. Your body is responding in a natural way – don’t be embarrassed.” He knew what the issue was. “Take off the panties and throw them away. You won’t need them anymore”, he said. I followed his directions and returned to my place in the light. His shadowed body sat in front of me for what seemed like a long time. I stood there – awaiting direction. “Sit”, he said. With no available chair, I walked to him and kneeled at his feet. He seemed pleased. His hands brushed my hair back from my face. They were strong hands and the way he lightly touched my skin made me moan softly. I thought back to the time I saw him fucking Nancy in the library. The way his hands grabbed her ass and tiny breasts as he fucked her. I hoped that he would want me in that way. He leaned forward as he held my face and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth deeply – I had never kissed anyone before. I wasn’t sure what to do with my lips or tongue... I just let him explore. He tasted good – different. I could feel my nipples tingle and harden as he explored my mouth. He pulled me up to his lap and had me sit facing him, straddling his body. With my legs spread open, my pussy lips separated – I could feel the slick wetness start to accumulate and I knew if would drip soon. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself – I was sitting back, almost to his knees. He grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him. I could feel the fabric of his pants on my pussy. The wetness that was there got all over his lap as his slid me up to his crotch, still with my legs on either side. “I know you are a virgin, Jane, and that you haven’t been with a boy or man before. I want to teach you how to please a man – it is a skill that you will use the rest of your life. You are not a ‘fuck toy’. You have the power to use your body to your advantage and get what you want”. He looked at me for a moment and continued. “Some day, you will use your body and sex as a tool to get what you want, but for now, you are mine. Until our lessons are finished, you will do as I say, when I say. You are not a prisoner – and not a c***d – to me.” As he said these words to me.... I really didn’t understand what he meant. It was years later that I fully understood what he was talking about. “Today is your first lesson. It is a simple one. Just do as I say. I won’t harm you – although some of the things that we do may hurt a bit at first. Do you trust me? Good.” His strong, rather large hands moved from my face down my back, lingering just above my ass. He lightly cupped my ass and then grabbed firmly, pulling me closer, my naked pussy pressing against his bulging pants. “Your pussy is wet, Jane. I can see the wet spot you left on my pants. I can feel it on my leg. Grind your hips into me – I can feel that you want to.” His hands moved to my tits. He grabbed two handfuls of my flesh. He pulled on my nipples, tugging and twisting. It hurt, but it also made my clit twitch – which made me grind into his lap even harder, faster. I moved my hands behind me and leaned on his knees. I could see that his cock was about to burst through his pants..... And wanted so much to see it again. I remember seeing it thrusting in and out of my classmate, Nancy, a few weeks ago. I wanted that too. I slowed down and looked into his eyes. He moved my hands to his belt... And nodded. I fumbled with the belt and with the button and zipper. Once I got them opened a bit, I could see his cock spring out. I gasped a little. It was really big, especially compared to my young pussy. I just couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have that inside of me. His growing cock was hardening right next to my moist pussy. I pushed my hair back from my face again, and looked into his eyes, shyly. He picked me up as he stood. My legs wrapped around his waist, he felt so strong and solid. He kissed me again and set me down on the chair. He gently touched my hair as he stood before me.... And then grabbed a handful and pulled my head back. He looked down to me and pushed my face against his fully erect cock. “open your mouth”, he said calmly. His firm grip belied his tone. Any delusional, romantic perceptions that my have crossed my mind were quickly erased. The rush of adrenaline from his command made me a little dizzy and flushed. I was about to taste my first cock. What I felt was a mix of fear, excitement, and curiosity. I opened my mouth as he instructed. As he pushed my head toward his crotch, his hips thrust very slowly toward my mouth. The tip of his cock was dripping with clear liquid. Even in the soft light of the room, I could see it. He didn’t push in far. Just the tip at first. With my long hair wrapped around his fingers and hand, he let me explore his cock with my tongue. Looking back, it must have taken great control to keep from hammering my young, pink mouth with his sex. “Do you like the taste, Jane?”, he asked. As he said the question, he did not wait for a reply. As I took a breath to answer, he slid his cock all the way to the back of my throat. My hands went to his thighs as I felt him enter me. “You can’t take it all today, Jane.... But soon you will be able to take my entire cock in your mouth”. He pulled out. “But that lesson if for another day”. As I gasped for air between thrusts, I felt the fullness of his cock grow. I moaned as I sucked on him. After a few minutes, he pointed to the floor, and I knew to kneel next to the chair. He sat down, his huge cock twitching. “Touch it”, he said. My hands wrapped around his cock. The tip was still dripping, veins bulging from the shaft. “Try to pleasure me”, he said. I did my best, moving my hands and mouth and tongue over him. I sucked and kissed and stroked him – I hadn’t been with anyone, but I had looked at enough magazines and read stories – I knew the basics of what I thought he wanted. His hands went over my own – and he directed me how to do what he wanted. I knew I wasn’t doing the best – and that bothered me. I wanted him to want me – what if I couldn’t please him? “Sit back”, he said. I started to cry a little. I just knew he was disappointed. “I want to fuck you”, he said. “I want to fuck your sweet little pussy, your ass, your mouth”. The tears were still welling up in my eyes. “But not today, not here. We don’t have time to keep exploring. We need to not draw attention to our lessons.” A look at the clock showed 6:30 pm. “You aren’t disappointed with me?”, I asked. “If I am disappointed with you, I will tell you – and punish you.”, he replied. “You are doing well. I want to cum , Jane – and I want to cum in your mouth. I want to reward your efforts with a fountain of cum for your tongue.” He stood before me as I kneeled and stroked his cock with his hand. I saw that he held it much firmer than I had. His strokes were rhythmic and purposeful – his other hand was on my head again. “OPEN”, he said. I did as I was told. He thrust into my mouth again and again. I just looked up at him, my eyes watering a bit. My hands were on his tense, strong thighs. My science teacher fucked my mouth that day – and I loved it. He made a few deep, moaning sounds and pulled out. My mouth closed and I licked my lips. “OPEN your fucking mouth, Jane”, he commanded. I did as I was told and felt a hot stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. I didn’t even swallow – it just flowed down my throat. I choked a little, but kept my mouth open for him. He pulled my hair tightly and with every stream of liquid, my clit twitched. I couldn’t catch all of the cum – he shot out at least four or five good spurts. I swallowed what I could, the rest of it was spread between my chin, lips, eyes, and a little even went up my nose. He groaned and grunted and eventually his breathing returned to normal. He sat on the chair and pulled me to sit on the floor between his legs, facing him. “Good girl.” He took a small towel from his desk and cleaned my face. He then pulled me up on his lap and turned me so that my back was to him. He pulled my naked body back against his. One hand went down between my legs. I gasped – not expecting that. His fingers slid around my pussy, exploring. “My cock is going to go deep within you very soon”, he whispered. His fingers went to my hardened clit and moved back and forth. His other hand went around my body and grabbed my breast, pulling me back against him, hard. I couldn’t have gotten up, even if I had wanted to. “I want to hear you cum”, he said firmly in my ear. I could feel my young, wet pussy being fingered firmly by Mr. H. It didn’t take long for me to reach orgasm. I could hardly breath, he was holding me so tightly. I came strongly, in waves. My hips bucked and squirmed. I came, and needed to rest – I had masturbated many times as a young girl, but had never came more than once in a session. Mr. H kept going. I tried to get up, but he held on tight. His fingers changed direction and rhythm, but never left my pussy and clit. I started to get a little scared, because my pussy and clit actually hurt.... From too much stimulation. I begged him to stop...”nooo.... It’s too much... It hurts..... Agggghhhhh!”. But he said nothing to me. I could feel his cock pressing against my ass as he fingered me. He was getting aroused again. Something clicked in my mind and body and my screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure. I was absolutely dripping at this point and the world was spinning. He was squeezing my tit so tightly, and working my clit so hard..... I just slipped into pleasure again. I came again, grinding my ass into his cock. He never tried to enter me, but I felt him come again from the friction of our bodies. His cum was coating my ass cheeks as I came a third time. As our bodies became still again, he still held onto me tightly. I collapsed against him, completely exhausted. After a few minutes... “It’s time for you to go”, he said. “You need to leave here looking the same as you did when you came in. Hair, clothing, shoes, everything. If you have bruises on your body, they must be covered. I will never bruise your face, hands, feet, or lower legs. His tone was very instructional – I paid close attention. Don’t wear makeup when we see each other. You don’t need it, and it smears too easily. You will look like a whore if you have smeared lipstick or mascara. I nodded and agreed. You will not look at me with love, lust, or familiarity while we are in the presence of others. Do not flirt with me. I will be looking at you as I always have, unless we are alone. He said all of these things directly, not harshly. There are towels over by the sink – clean yourself up and go quickly. If anyone asks, we have been working on a project for the state science fair. You are now on the science team. There is a special award each year for any female student who shows great achievement in the sciences. The principal is completely supportive of my efforts to recruit and foster any of our bright female students who would be candidates for this competition. You are one of two girls who has been chosen for this project. This is your alibi for our time together. I nodded again. I tried to pay attention, but the sticky cum on my ass and back was reminding me of what we just did. I tried not to smile – but I couldn’t help it. As I turned to the small sink to clean up, I felt so happy and satisfied. He pulled on his pants, waited for me to dress and then opened the door to look out. All was quiet. We left the small room that smelled of cum and sweat – and he pulled the door closed. Click.