Year Thirteen - Sex Stories

Year Thirteen

... at her. “Amanda, you greatly disrupted class today. You do know that using phones is expressly forbidden?” “Y-yes Mr. Hand, I know. I would never use my phone in school.” She took a deep breath. “Sean took it out of my bag and turned on the ringer, then he had someone call it!” Amanda was relieved to have told her side of the story. She already felt better. “Not only is that a poor excuse, but it is an offensive one. Sean is one of the best students in this class, and you of all people should be following his example.” Amanda’s stomach felt like it was turning upside down. She broke out into a cold sweat. “I would have let you off with a warning if you hadn’t lied to me right there. But I see now that will not be sufficient.” “M-Mr. Hand.. I’m telling the truth, I s-swear—“ “ENOUGH. I’ve already spoken with your mother and she’s authorized me to punish you. As you are over the age of thirteen, your punishment will be rape.” Amanda was losing it now. She couldn’t think of anything worse than being fucked by her math teacher. She knew she was only seconds away from crying hysterically. “B-B-But, Mr. H-Hand—“ Her words came out in big blobs. She was couldn’t even form a sentence. “Take off your clothes,” he said calmly, but firmly. Amanda immediately burst into tears. “PLEASE, MR. HAND, PLEASE NO”. “Take off your dress, or I will RIP IT OFF YOU,” he commanded. She was paralyzed with fear. She couldn’t move, talk, much less take off her clothes. SMACK He slapped her. Her ...

... cheek exploded in pain and she cried out. “Do you want another?” Amanda shook her head no, resigned. Tears flowed freely as she stood up and started to disrobe. Mr. Hand watched intently as the beautiful, crying girl pulled the dress up and over her head. She hung her head down and covered her body as much as she could, but there was no hiding what she was. Her full breasts oozed from her bra, and Mr. Hand was sure he could make out the outline of her cunt through her panties. “Amanda?” He said, demanding her attention. “Y-yes sir? “You’re not finished. All of it. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” Sobbing quietly to herself, Amanda reached behind to unclasp her bra, her titties becoming even more pronounced as she did so. Even her teacher was surprised by how stacked the little thirteen year old was. The firm mounds stood proudly from her chest as she fumbled with her bra. Finally, it came undone. She placed it neatly on the chair, then brought her hands to her waist and let her panties fall to her feet. Mr. Hand had seen a lot of nude teenagers in his fifteen years of teaching experience, but never one this sexy. The fact that she was this innocent and reluctant, coupled with the simple truth that she had done nothing wrong made her even more desirable. He motioned her towards him, and she slowly walked over to him. She stopped half a foot away from him as he reclined in his office chair. He looked her up and down, admiring her flat belly and full breasts, her ...