After School with Mr. Smith: Part I - Sex Stories

After School with Mr. Smith: Part I

... face. Her jaw quivered and her breaths were short and dry. “Mr. Smith-” “To show you how much your attention means to me, Taylor.” He pressed her completely against him, covering her mouth with his far more experienced lips. Taylor let out a scream, muffled by his passionate kissing, and she pushed against him. It was no use. He was much stronger than her and pressed his large hands against the bare skin of her back. She was trapped. Finally, he let go. “Please, Taylor. I'm making up for lost time. All those times you refused to raise your hand, all those times you refused to look in my direction.” His hands slid back down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. Quickly, he pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her pure, white bra. It suddenly got cold, but the cooled temperature wasn't the cause of her shaking. If anything, Taylor felt completely on fire. “No, please, Mr. Smith.” “No. Sh. Relax. You don't have enough fun, Taylor. School is important, but you have to learn that it isn't everything.” As he spoke, he unhooked her bra and slowly slid it off her creamy, unblemished shoulders. Paralyzed by the overwhelming influx of sensation in this situation, she didn't resist. Mr. Smith smiled. “Relax. I won't hurt you.” His hand hovered over her side before making its way to her left breast. His touch was soft, handling her virginal body with care. Taylor flinched, her chest heaving as his large hand cupped her breast and his thumb made tantalizing circles around her ...

... hardening nipple. She finally let out a moan. Mr. Smith smiled. He lowered his head to her other breast and kissed it before gently taking it in his mouth. Taylor sighed and felt herself getting gradually wetter the more he awakened her supple body. Days seemed to have passed before he finally lifted his head and, with a look of restrained lust in his once mellow eyes, he took her mouth again. This time, Taylor returned the kiss with almost equal fervor. Her mouth moved against his unskillfully, trying to keep up with his fervent kissing. He bucked his hips and she let out a high pitched sound, feeling his arousal more than ever. She held his face in her hands as she continued kissing him as if she would never be kissed again. Mr. Smith's hands had gone to her waist and were tugging at her jeans. He lowered his head to her neck as he unzipped her pants and pulled them off of her legs along with her underwear. She lifted her body, letting the denim slide down her legs. She held the back of his head as he continued sucking the pale, sensitive flesh of her neck. He nipped at it, making her groan against him. Taylor's breathing quickened as she felt his hands caress her hips and glide over her abdomen. He pulled away and simply looked at her for a moment. They were silent; only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the air between them. Without breaking his gaze, Taylor slid her hand down the fabric covering his chest and down to his pants. She smiled and her eyes widened with ...