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A Harder Course Than I Thought

Part 1

A Harder Course Than I Thought






I'll never forget the stain of my first experience when I was 16 years old. It


was with a history student teacher who had come to train as an actual teacher,


who I will only identify as "Ms. Clark".




It all started one Friday afternoon when I asked if I could stay after school


and get some help in history. She said that would be fine, she could spare at


least a couple hours, and I had no reason to be home in a hurry myself. So at


2:00 when school ended, I went up to her room. I looked through the tiny window


to see if anyone was inside. I saw that my real teacher had already left, so it


was only going to be Ms. Clark and me. She was sitting at a long table near he


back of the room, slightly bent over some papers. She was wearing a black blouse


and a short skirt, and I stared at her exquisite legs for a moment, thinking. I


had always fantasized about having an older woman, in her 20's or 30's even. I


hated the way the girls my age at school were always so giggly and immature, and


I could tell that they disliked my solemn and quiet demeanor just as much. Real


women, on the other hand, often seemed fascinated that I act so much more


sophisticated than my peers. There was something more about women, though. I


wanted something sexual; to teach me how it's done, to fuck my brains out.




I didn't linger on this thought long, because I was only here this afternoon for


history help. As I opened the door, she looked up startled.




"Oh hi there. Sooooo, what do you need help with?"




I proceeded into the room.




"About what we did today, um... I don't think I really know what's going on with


all of the constitution stuff."




"Okay, pull up a seat and open up your book."




So we sat together, and after she had been babbling on a while about the


declaration of independence, and federalists and so forth and so on, I found my


eyes wandering downward to her legs again. She had a perfect figure for my


tastes: Slightly on the thick side, but not fat, I suppose about 5'8" tall, and


maybe weighing about 125-130. She had a nice, slightly round ass, and beautiful


thighs. She had gorgeous dark reddish-brown hair, very thick and just down to


her shoulders, curving in toward her neck. Her face was wonderfully shaped and


lightly tanned. From the top of her blouse a faint cleavage line drew my eyes to


her luscious tits, maybe a CC cup or so. She was probably about 25-27 in age,


and as the scent of her light perfume mingled with more of my obnoxious


fantasies, I became completely absorbed in thought, my eyes again fixed on her


legs.




"Something wrong?" she suddenly asked.




I jerked my head up and realized that she had stopped reading about 5 seconds


ago. She had an inquisitive look in her eyes, and her mouth seemed to curve


slightly into a sexy smile. I felt myself blushing.




"Oh, uh sorry... I guess I'm not quite with it today", I said with a bit of


nervousness.




"Did you have lunch?"




"Not really, just a coke and a few crackers from the snack machine."




"I'm getting pretty hungry myself." She leaned back in her seat and yawned. "You


wanna go get something to eat? We can continue your history question while we


wait."




I told her I liked the idea a lot, so we left the school and walked across the


street to a little sandwich store. We got to talking a lot, about several


different things. We had finished talking about the constitution, and were


discussing things about the school and the people there. Again, my insatiable


eyes drifted down to her legs, and my cock rose slightly and pressed on the


inside of my briefs.




"They're nice aren't they," she suddenly said.




I was deeply embarrassed and my erection quickly went back down, but I went


along. "Well, yeah they are."




She gave me that sexy smile of hers again. "You sure seem to like them. Don't


you have a girlfriend or something though?"




"No. I don't really pay much attention to girls at school, they're so immature


and they don't appear to like me much anyway."




"I see," she says. "You're quite a mature guy, you know."




I blushed a little. "Thanks"




We didn't say a lot more as we were eating, and we both had plenty of thoughts


in our minds. As I finished, I remembered that my car was in the shop, and I


told a friend of mine (who brought me to school) that I was staying after school


and would find my own way home. She just finished her meal and sighed.




"Well I guess that's all. You need a ride home or anything?"




"Yeah that would be great, my car's getting some work done to it."




So we got into her car. I watched the shapely muscles in her legs and hips flex


as she pressed the pedals, and directed her how to get to my house.




"...make a right here." She flew right on by.




"You missed a turn there," I said.




"We'll go back", she said, "but first I want to show you something."




So she kept driving, a little faster than I was comfortable with. She drove


through a neighborhood I had never seen, and we ended up at a large house,


distant from the others, at the end of a tiny street. She walked up to the


house, and I followed her willingly, although confused. She unlocked the door


and went in, telling me to stay in the foyer. I heard her fumbling with some


things, and she came back, with something in her hand I couldn't quite see. She


motioned for me to follow her up a flight of stairs, and told me to sit on the


end of a large bed there. After I watched her for awhile in wonder she began to


speak.




"So... if you don't like schoolgirls, do you like women?"




I swallowed several times, fumbling for something to say. I was thinking about


what might happen, but didn't know what to do. I was unable to answer. She gave


me that smile of hers again, but it was almost menacing this time.




"You're a timid one now, aren't you? Well I'm gonna show you something you'll


never forget. You've been tempting me all afternoon, and I'm gonna get what I


want!"




I was speechless. I felt heated excitement rush through me, but it was


accompanied by a cold shudder down my spine. My cock jumped up again, visibly


showing a bulge through my jeans.




"The question is," she continued, "are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard


way?"




"D-do what?" I stammered. I never imagined myself this shy in front of a woman


like this, but then again I wasn't prepared and I barely knew her.




"You know what the FUCK I'm talking about!" she yelled. She placed what she was


carrying in a chair behind her, still out of my view, and took her shirt off.


She was wearing no bra, and her beautiful breasts swung freely. I felt an almost


electric shock surge through my nerves, and my cock was now pushing against my


briefs like it was gonna rip through. I knew I couldn't do this though. It


wouldn't be right, and I didn't even know her.




"I-I'm gonna g-go. This-this isn't-... I really shouldn't be doing this y-you


know."




"SHADDUP!" She quickly plucked up something from the chair, and as I heard a


distinct click, I knew what it was -- a gun!




"You are staying right fucking here! You went past the point of no return when


you put your foot in my car, and now you are gonna give me exactly what I want,


exactly the way I want it! NOW STRIP!"




As I reluctantly took off my clothes, my mind was going over so many thoughts


and ideas that my head began to hurt, and I was shaking so bad I felt sick. 'She


is gonna make me do this whether I want to or not, and there's absolutely


nothing I can do'. I had always fantasized about something like this happening,


but now that it was gonna happen I was scared shitless. I now had my clothes


off, and I stood before her, shivering, and she kept the gun pointed toward my


chest.




"I see we're going to have to do this the hard way," she said in a sneering


voice. "Lie down on the bed and stay real fuckin' still."




I did as she asked. It was an old bed, and at the head there were some brass


rods rising up from the frame, ending at a large, curved piece at the top. She


picked up some handcuffs from the chair, and cuffed me to the rods so that I


couldn't get loose. Her strength surprised me, and she moved my arms around like


they were light as cardboard. She tightened the cuffs so that they pinched my


wrists almost painfully. She patted my head lightly and laughed softly and


maliciously to herself.




My cock was still erect, and she stroked it lightly. I felt something deep


inside of me, lusting. But the sense of fear was greater, and I felt very little


pleasure.




"Oh god," I groaned. "Please don't do this."




She smacked me in the face, hard. "You've been practically begging for this, I


could see it in your eyes. Your getting what's coming to you, and you will like


it or else!"




She then straddled me, with my cock up against her smooth belly. She sat there,


feeling its heat against her. Then she leaned over me, smashing my face between


her breasts. "Lick, you sonnafabitch! LICK!"




So I did, I licked and sucked and kissed them as she asked. My cock was


throbbing against her stomach as I took as much of her hot flesh into my mouth


as I could, stroking her cork-hard nipples with the tip of my tongue. She moaned


and writhed on top of me, while she jabbed the cold end of her .357 in the side


of my neck.




After a few minutes, which seemed like hours, she got up for a second and sat


back down again, this time on my face. "Now lick some more, boy!" I worked my


tongue on and around her pussy. As I licked and sucked again, she moaned in


ecstasy, although I could barely breathe. I wanted to get her off as fast as I


could and get it over with, and hopefully going home alive. Her clit hardened


up, and I played around with the little knob with my tongue. She clenched my


face with her hot thighs and writhed, giving me a headache as I moaned in pain.


"MORE!" she yelled, between groans, and I kept going, wondering how long I would


have to go. She came a little bit, and I licked up what I could, the rest


drooling down to my neck. I felt like I was going to suffocate several times


throughout the ordeal, and if I'd stop to get a breath she'd jab that freezing


gun in my head, until I got going again. I worked my tongue inside her, and she


clamped down on it with her cunt muscles, pinching it like a vice. A little more


cream came out, but she was holding back, prolonging my misery and her pleasure.


Finally after what must have been 30 minutes or more, she got up again.




"Now for the fun part," she said. "If you do well, I may let you go home without


a hole in your head. But don't come until I fucking say so, GOT IT?!" I feebly


whimpered a response, gasping for breath.




One last time, she straddled me, guiding my dick into that insatiable black hole


of hers. She gasped as if she had just lowered herself into a boiling hot spa,


and slowly began to pump up and down on my groin. She gradually moved faster,


clamping herself around my choking rod, keeping locked onto it as if she were


going to pull it right off. I groaned in pain as she thrashed about on top of


me, sucking the life out of me. As much as I hated it, she was causing me to


reach a climax, and she seemed to realize it. "Don't fucking do it", she warned


as she pointed that gun toward my face. It was damn hard holding back, and my


balls felt like they were going to explode. She kept pumping me, grinding her


hips painfully into mine and gripping my shoulder with her free hand. Her nails


were digging into my skin, and left deep red marks. Finally, I knew it was


almost over as her moans got louder and her chest heaved with each breath. She


threw her head back and yelled, "OKAY, FUCKING DO IT NOW!" although it seemed


like an almost inhuman roar. I grunted with relief, releasing my hot semen into


her body as she let her own juices fly. I was as much relieved to let it go now


as I was to get away from this bitch. We both panted and heaved until we had


caught our breath, she still sitting with my now-soft cock halfway inside her.




Finally she got off and cleaned herself with a towel from the bath nearby. She


watched me, still completely helpless as I looked at her pleadingly.




"Well tiger", she finally said, "you'll pay a lot more attention in class now,


wont you? This is a lesson which you will never forget!"




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