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By Vivienne :3
read to find out!! and no constructive criticism:3 im sensitive. i will cry.
Mr. Williams was my social studies teacher, a subject that i was already quite interested in. But i even so, i wasnt the best at memory based tests. I always had low grades in his class, but if anything the special attention he would pay me because of my grade made me even more infatuated with the subject than i already was. Even if the reason i was so eager to get to his class, was because of him. Not that he know.
It was late in the afternoon and i was in my homeroom sitting with a table full of my friends, since none of us had no work to finish up were sitting around laughing and talking. Like typical 13 year olds would. My school had this sort of, program, where you could come in after school and get extra help if you were struggling in one of the classes. I remember i had already been recommended the program, but i never really took interest into it. That was until today.
“Did you SEE her face? oh god, it was hilarious i thought i was going to pee myself on the spot!”
Melissa laughed, and the others seemed to follow her fit of laughing as she told the infamous story of her pranking one of the mean old lady teachers. I was sat next to emily, not really paying attention to the conversation. I was often in my own little world, dissociating and staring off into oblivion.
“Vivienne?”
I had finally noticed the chatter coming from my friends and snickering had halted, and they were dead silent. I looked at all of them, feeling confused. They were all looking at me—or..past me? I turn to the side, scooting my chair with me. It gave a slight groan as it pressed against the floor. Mr Williams was standing behind me, with a paper in his hand. He was a tall man, dark brown hair and gentle eyes yet with such a masculine sculptured face. He was mid 30’s, and he had a wife.
“Uh, yes?”
I answered, not able to disguise the nervous tone in my voice. He held out the paper, which i immediately recognized as the afterschool program permission slip. I only looked at it for a split second before taking it, just so i could look back up at that handsome face of his. It made a weird tingly sensation run down my body. Something that was unfamiliar too me
“ill see you tomorrow after school then.”
He smiled and left the room, my cheeks felt hot, he smiled at me! I heard my friends oohing teasingly, and i stuffed the paper in my backpack and focused on changing the subject.
The next day at school went by fast, and suddenly i was in my homeroom waiting for the bell to ring to head to Mr. Williams classroom. I had gotten my paper signed and i was almost more excited for this than i was when i got to go to Disney Land. The bell rang and the halls filled with students rushing to get out of this hell hole, as i went the opposite way. I made my way into Mr. Williams classroom and looked around. Was i the only one? Surely..surely not? I felt a twinge of excitement and at the same time i felt even more nervous.
I settled down in one of the desks, pulling a pencil and a paper out of my bag and setting it on the table. The silence dragged on, until i heard the door close and i turned my head. Mr Williams was here. He settled down on his desk, and typed away on his computer for what felt like ages until he finally got up and made his way to the front of the classroom, standing at the chalk board as he started to go over one of the many dynasties of Ancient China. The subject of one of the tests i had bombed. I wasn’t really listening.
“Vivienne, you’re seriously never going to pass this class if you don’t start paying attention.”
He scolded me in an oddly gentle tone.
“Im sorry Mr. Williams, I’m really trying to be better!”
I said, putting in my best innocent facade. I had no interest in improving, i was only into seeing him more.
“Is there anything i can do for, extra credit?”
I suggest. Maybe there is something he wants. I watch as he turns to face me again, and this time, theres something different about the way he’s staring at me. An emotion that i couldn’t even explain. And then, he smiled. Not one of his sweet ones. It was somehow, predatory.
Over the next few weeks i would go after school for an hour and a half, spend more and more time with Mr. Willams, come home, and repeat. We started forming a..sort of bond. I enjoyed it at first but it got weird quick. First it was pet names, princess, baby, etc. Then it was little favors, and suddenly he was coercing me into sitting on his lap. I didn’t want to disappoint him, so i agreed and started sitting on his lap. He’d bounce his leg up and down between my thighs sometimes and it made me feel weird and tingly. Other times he’d have something hard in his pocket, maybe keys, and it would press against my butt. After a few weeks, he would occasionally touch my chest, my boobs. He reassured me and told me it was okay for us to do this as long as i keep a secret, so i kept quiet.
Another day of after school time with Mr. William, i was sat at his desk again on his lap. We were watching some youtube video on his computer, and he was rubbing my thigh.
“Love? I wanna show you something. But just like this, you have to keep it a secret..”
I nodded my head and his free hand typed something into the search bar. The moment he pressed enter my eyes were met with an array of porn video thumbnails. My face probably turned redder than a tomato, i could feel the heat burning my skin. He searched something up in the bar and clicked on one of the videos. I turned my head away. I didn’t really want to watch this..especially with my teacher, i had learned in sunday school it was a sin! Mr. Williams hand grabbed my chin forcefully, turning my head to face the screen. It was a video of an older man having intercourse what looked like a younger girl. It was a sight to see really. I learned the basics about sex in one of my classes, yet this looked brutal.
“I want to do this with you Vivi. I want to introduce you to sex, i promise to make you feel so good.”
Mr. Williams declared, and the ambition in his voice almost made me reconsider my decision.
“Im sorry Mr. Williams..i don’t think this, this isn’t appropriate. I don’t want to do that, and i want to
stop coming after school.”
Mr. Williams paused the video, and the bouncing of his knee ceased. It was dead silent in the room. I leaned forward to get off his lap, and before i know it i was leaning over the desk. Mr. Williams had stood up and roughly forced me to bend down against his desk. My heart started pounding and suddenly i was no longer in awe of Mr. Williams, but in fear.
“I wasn’t asking. You don’t get a choice.”
Mr. Williams snapped aggressively, he started fiddling with my skirt, i could feel the cold air hit the bare back of my thighs as he slid my skirt down. I could feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks, i squirmed and tried to fight back. But being a 103 pound 5’3 13 year old was getting me nowhere against a 6 foot 30 year old man who probably weighed double my weight
“Please stop Mr. Williams! i wont say anything about this i sweae, please no..dont do this, im sorry..!”
My voice came in cracked sobs, and i was open mouthed whimpering until he shoved a hand over my mouth, muffling my cries. He proceeded to slide my panties down my legs, leaving me completely exposed to his praying eyes. I could hear his heavy breathing, it sounded like he was enjoying this. I wasn’t. I wasn’t prepared for what was next as i felt his hand inching up my thighs and making its way in-between. I let out a sharp gasp, muffled by his hand. I could feel his fingers pressing against my cunny, rubbing it. If anything it only made me cry harder
Agonizing minutes passed, i could now feel the wet squelches from his fingers rubbing against my cunny. Even in this situation, i couldn’t deny the heat and tingly feeling that had gathered between my thighs. I could feel my wetness. I think Mr. Williams had gotten impatient, because i heard him unzipping his pants. I cranned my neck to look behind me, my eyes were wide with horror as i watched him, stood behind me, his penis out. This was my first time actually seeing one. His was a bit..long, it stood at attention. I cried even harder, i knew what was next. Mr. Williams rubbed the tip of his penis against my cunny, from all his rubbing it would be easier to slide inside. And then i felt it. Mr. Williams slammed his penis inside of me. I felt a sharp pain and then unimaginable pleasure. I was almost mad at myself for actually getting pleasure out of this. I screamed, loud, and he removed his hand from my
mouth.
“Its only us here now, be a good girl and continue making those sweet noises of yours.”
I could only moan weakly in response, he started to thrust, hard. Each thrust i swear i could feel him pushing against my cervix, it made me moan even louder each time.
“Yes…yes that’s it. Young pussy always gets me hard..”
Mr. Williams groaned, i felt his chest press against my back as he leaned forward. I cried sharply as he took a handful of my hair and pulled my tear stricken face back to his, and his w swallowed me up before i could moan again, his tongue pressing into my mouth. It was strange. New. He drew back and grunted loudly again, i was still a whimpering moaning mess, i thought if he fucked me any harder i might tear.
“Fuuuck, im going to cum!”
His thrusting pace picked up, and so did my moans. I wouldn’t be surprised if i didn’t wake anyone up in the nearby neighborhood next to the school up. I could feel
my cunnie tingling, like something was coming.
“Stop! Stop! Please, hnn..im going to pee!”
I heard Mr. Williams chuckle, and then he pulled out right to his tip and slammed all the way back inside of her, he shoot his cum deep inside of my tummy. My eyes rolled back, and i felt like i was in heaven. I came down from the high whenever he pulled out, i tried to stand up yet my knees felt week and i fell onto the floor, looking down at the mess of cum dripping out of my cunnie and slight droplets of blood. I looked back up at him, and he just smiled. He positioned his penis over my face and i watched him wrap his hand around his penis and give it a few pumps, splurging strings of white cum onto my face.
“Get used to it. I’ll be doing this everyday to you. Now princess, get on your knees.”
And i listened to him.
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By Vivienne :3
#Rape #Tween #Virgin
