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By Slutty Becky
Hi, my name is Becky and I am 14 years old. But this part of my story is when I was 10 and went on a sexy trip with my teacher.
Part 4 – School Trip With Teacher
When I got home from school that day I told Daddy all about how Mr. Charles invited me to a big academic competition that weekend and I showed him the permission slip to sign. I didn’t tell Daddy how Mr. Charles ate my pussy so good and made me cum three times and that Mr. Charles was probably gonna fuck me a bunch over the weekend. Daddy was excited and said he was so proud of me which made me smile and ask “Proud enough to fuck me real good?” Dad said he would do that even if I wasn’t the smartest student at my school. Daddy said he didn’t know what he was gonna do with me gone for a whole weekend, but that he would have to find some other way to keep his cock happy.
Daddy took me out to a real nice dinner to celebrate and we did a bit of shopping to buy stuff for the trip. He bought me a real nice, expensive dress for the competition. It was pink, had spaghetti straps, and came down to my thigh. I didn’t yet have the body to fill it out as my hips were still pretty narrow and I still was in a training bra. But it was my first real grown-up dress and I loved it. When we got home Daddy and I had the best sex. I was able to almost take all of his 8 inches inside of me now and it felt great. He would fuck me harder too, telling me how good my pussy felt wrapped around his cock. We did it all kinds of ways too, him on top of me, he’d bend me over and stick it in from behind. We finished with me riding on top and I came so hard on his cock. When Daddy tole me he was cumming I got off and went down to put his cock in my mouth. I wasn’t quite fast enough so the first shot got me in the face but I got the rest in my mouth. My Daddy’s cum always tasted so good. Even though Daddy had started me on the pill, it had only been a day and we didn’t know when I was gonna start having periods.
Friday came and instead of going to school, Mr. Charles said he would pick me up at home. My Daddy was still home when Mr. Charles arrived to get me and my stuff and they talked for a bit. I showed Mr. Charles the pink dress I was gonna wear during the competition tomorrow and he said it was nice that, “not only will be the smartest girl at the competition but the prettiest as well.” That made me blush. I gave Daddy a big hug goodbye and told him how much I was going to miss him that weekend.
When I got in the car with Mr. Charles I again told him how excited I was about this competition but we didn’t talk much. He drove for a little bit to a park with some woods that wasn’t far from my house. He parked the car and turned to me. I didn’t know what was up and felt very confused. He started to open up his pants and said “It’s going to be a long trip to the hotel where the competition is, so I figured we’d go ahead and take care of this first.” He had his cock out but it was not quite hard yet. I said “Sure thing, Mr. Charles.” I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth, sucking as much as he could. I could tell he really liked it by the way he moaned out and said “Oh fuck, Rebecca. You ARE good.” Once his cock was really hard and wet he had me get up onto his lap facing him and I slid it into my wet pussy. His cock wasn’t as big as my Daddy’s but it stell felt just as good, still stretched my little pussy right. It was the first time I had a cock in me that wasn’t my Daddy’s (and it sure wouldn’t be the last). Mr. Charles had both his hands on my ass, gripping hard as he moved me up and down his cock. “Oh, Rebecca. I wish I had fucked you more in the school year. Your little pussy is fantastic.” I smiled and moaned out a thank you just as I came on his cock.
After the second time I came on Mr. Charles’s cock I felt him fill me with his load. As we both came down from such great orgasms I stayed on his lap and said “Mr. Charles? You came in me.” He helped me off this cock and sat me down in the passenger seat. He gave me some wipes from the glove box for me to clean my pussy with. “I’m sorry, Rebecca. Your Dad said you were on the pill so I thought it would be okay.” I told him “yeah, but it’s only been a few days.” Mr. Charles started the car back up again and said it would be fine, besides I wasn’t even having periods yet. I wondered when he talked to my Daddy about that stuff, about me being on the pill and not having periods yet. Did Daddy already know that Mr. Charles was going to fuck me this weekend? I guess that made things easier if my Daddy did know because I hate keeping secrets from him.
We drove to the school and I learned that I wasn’t the only student going on this trip. There were a few others from my grade and another teacher that would be a chaperone. To make thing even worse, the bus we were on stopped to pick up groups from two other schools that were also going to this competition. The place we were going to was in the state capital (I probably shouldn’t say what state) and it felt like a million miles away. I sat next to Mr. Charles for the trip but we didn’t do anything, didn’t even talk much. I mostly stayed on my phone chatting with Samantha and Riley, sometimes I would study the stuff I needed to for the competition.
Eventually I started getting hornier again. Even though Mr. Charles and I had fucked before coming on the bus, and it was a real good and satisfying fuck, I kept feeling that I needed again and that feeling kept getting stronger and stronger. I guess I was already getting addicted to cock even back then. Somtimes during the ride I would reach for him, wanting to feel his cock, or wanting him to feel me and he would just move my hands away. At one point the bus stopped so we could all go to lunch. I asked him if we could sneak off somewhere for a quick fuck and he got upset with me. He said that since I’m gonna be starting middle school next year I needed to learn to be more mature and patient.
I thought for sure I had messed everything else and Mr. Charles hated me now and we wouldn’t be having sex. When we got to the hotel though he was much nicer. I held his hand as we all went though checking in and I saw that him and I were sharing a room together, it would be just us. As soon as we got in the room I started undressing right away, leaving a trail of clothes leading to the bed until I hoped on it, naked and ready. “Whoa, girl. Don’t you want to order room service first?” I said no, that we could do that after. I needed to fuck right away.
I was on the bed, on my hands and knees, smiling at Mr. Charles as he walked over to be, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down, his cock right there near my face. I smiled and wrapped my lips around it. I kept my hands on the bed and only moved my head back and forth on his cock. Mr. Charles ran a hand through my head and chuckled “You like sucking cock, don’t you, Rebecca?” I nodded, with a mouthful of cock and kept going. I took his cock to my throat, making myself gag a bit and drool all over it.
Mr. Charles tapped me on the head and said “Okay, turn around and let’s give you what you need.” I turned around and stayed bent over, my head against the bed and my ass up. I felt Mr. Charle’s hand on my hip, felt him rubbing his cock up and down my smooth slit and it made me moan. I kept pushing back, needing his cock and saying “C’mon Mr. Charles. Fuck me!” Then I felt him pushing his cock into me, that wonderful feeling of my pussy stretching around it. “Jesus, Rebecca, your pussy is TIGHT” he said while he was pounding me. I’d been horny the whole trip and came right away on his cock, my hands gripping the bed as he kept going in and out of me. As he was fucking me I felt Mr. Charles move one hand along my ass and feel at my hole there, sending tingles through my body. “You ever been fucked here before, Rebecca.” I said no and he just chuckled “We’ll save that for another time then.” He had both hands on my hips now and was fucking me harder, bring me to another orgasm. I heard him moan “Oh fuck” as he shoved as deep into me as he could and came in me. It was exactly what I needed.
We had some dinner from room service and since I was tired from the trip and such a good fuck I fell right asleep. In the morning I woke up before Mr. Charles and was feeling horny again. I scooted down under the covers and got my hands on mouth on his cock. A little while later I heard Mt. Charles moan and say “best way to wake up” and felt his hand on my head. He let me suck on his cock a little more before stopping me and saying “Not yet, Rebecca.” I looked up at him, confused and horny. He explained that I had to take a shower and everything first because we had a big day ahead of us, with the competition and all. So we got up and showered together. I was about to change into the nice dress that my Dad bought me but Mr. Charles stopped me. “Hold on, not yet, he said and bent me over the bathroom counter. Once again I felt his cock rubbing against my pussy. “Gotta give you a nice load so you keep your mind on the competition.” He thrust his cock into me “Can’t let my best girl get distracted.” it was a pretty quick fuck but I did cum and he filled me pretty good.
The academic competition was a lot of fun. My school won, and then I won in all the individual things. Our school got a trophy and I got a trophy of my own. I was happy, everyone was happy for me. It was a wonderful day. After, when everyone else was going to their rooms, Mr. Charles took me by the hand and we got into the elevator. I saw him push the button for a different floor and told him that it wasn’t our floor. “Don’t worry, Rebecca. We’re going to a special party for winners.” That sounded pretty fun. We got off on that different floor and Mr. Charles led me to another room. He knocked on the door of a room and we were invited inside. There were other girls from the academic competition there, sitting on the bed, dressed nice like I was, and other teachers sitting around. There were three other girls and i recognized them as being girls that I had competed with today. Mr. Charles led me to sit down on the bed with them before taking a seat in a chair with the other teachers.
One teacher, I guess he was in charge of this group stood up and said “That’s all of our top performers. Let’s get this started.” He was a terrible looking man, probably weighed at least 500 pound, big tangled grey beard on his face. I leaned over to the black girl that was sitting next to me and whispered “what is this?” She just shrugged her shoulders. The Fat Man had a cup in his hand with slips of paper in it. He held it in front of Mr. Charles and said “Since your girl was the winner, you get first pick.” He took a paper from the cup and read what was on it, the name Sandra. The Fat Man pointed at the black girl sitting next to me and Mr. Charles went up to her, holding her by the hand. He told her “I’ve only got one black girl in my glass and she is nowhere near as sexy as you.” He rubbed a finger across her cheek and she gave him a very shy look. I figured out what this was. They drew our names and we had to fuck whoever pulled our name and at first I was fine with that.
My name was pulled last and it was the Fat Man. I really didn’t want to have sex with him at all, he was so gross, but I guess I had to. He licked my face and it felt weird, and his breath smelled bad. I looked at Mr. Charles. He was on his knees, between the legs of the black girl sitting next to me. I started to talk, saying “I don’t wanna–” but my words got cut off as the Fat Man shoved me down onto the bed. “Shut up, whore.” I didn’t like that. He started grabbing at my chest really hard and pulled down at my dress. It broke the spaghetti straps and I looked up at him, feeling hurt. “Don’t. My Daddy bought me this dress.” He didn’t care, he just moved his hand between my legs and yanked my panties down.
I looked over at Mr. Charles, he was standing up now and starting to put his cock into the balck girl. She didn’t look very happy about it. Mr. Charles said “Oh fuck, this girl still has a hymen” He pushed his cock hard into the black girl and she started to cry out. Mr. Charles quickly put his hand over the girl’s mouth and I could see him pounding her hard. That’s when I felt the Fat Man’s cock going into me. He wasn’t very big but it still felt like something intruding me. “Feels good to fuck a winner,” he said. He took my right leg and held it up as he started fucking me, moving in and out, his fat gut slapping against me.
The whole time he was fucking me he kept saying rude things. He called me a slut and whore. He’d say “take that fat cock, you fucking whore.” His cock really wasn’t that fat though. Still I felt him rubbing in me, it still stimulated me, and I did cum. He laughed when I did, and said “That’s a good slut, cum on that fat cock.” A little later I felt him pull me close and start cumming in me. As he was filling my little pussy he asked Mr. Charles “Is your smart bitch on the pill?” My eyes were closed and my ears filled with the sounds of other girls moaning so I didn’t hear if he said anything.
After all that sex we left. I was holding Mr. Charles hand and not feeling very good. I could feel that Fat Man’s cum in me, dripping down my thighs. I hated it. Mr. Charles wiped a tear from my eye and asked “Rebecca? Are you okay?” I shook my head and said “I didn’t like that. It hurt. He ripped my dress.” Mr. Charles gave me a tight hug and said “Oh, Pumpkin. That’s going to happen. Not every man that fucks you is going to be nice, some men are mean. You’ll get used to it as you grow up. You did cum, right?” I nodded yes, still feeling upset. “Then it wasn’t all bad, right?” I don’t know, maybe he was right. I would eventually, as I grew up, learn that he was. But right then I felt so confused.
I didn’t have sex with Mr. Charles that night or the morning after. On the long bus ride home I just sat there, holding my trophy and staring out the window, thinking about everything that happened. We got back to the school Mr. Charles drove me home and I was still pretty quiet. We pulled up in front of my house and he gave me a kiss on my cheek. He told me “The school year ends in another year, Rebecca. You’re going to be going away to middle school next year and I won’t see you again. I’d really like to feel you again, one last time.” I just shrugged and said “I dunno, Mr. Charles.” He told me to think it over and that he would see me in school tomorrow.
I got out of the car and slowly walked to my house. I heard some sounds inside, moaning and stuff like that. Maybe Daddy was watching a porno? Maybe he had another girl over. I opened the door and was so surprised to see my best friend Samantha bent over the couch, my Daddy pounding her from behind. I didn’t even know what to say, I just stared, my mouth open. Daddy smiled at me, still pounding away in Samantha’s pussy. He said “Oh hey, Becks, welcome home. Let me finish up here and you can tell me all about your weekend.”
And that’s it for this part. I hope you liked it. What did you think me me leaving a kinda to be continued thing? That was fun? Anyway, leave a comment and let me know what you think. It was a rough part to write because it wasn’t all the happiest memories but I’m glad I wrote it. We can chat. In the next part I talk all about the summer I turned 11. Till next time. Kisses.
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By Slutty Becky
#Abuse #Group #Mature #Tween
