1. Me and Mr. Blue

    Date: 10/10/2017, Categories: Fiction, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Teen, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Written by women, Author: DoubleGGcups, Source: sexstories.com

    When I was in high school I always had the biggest crush on the 12th grade literature teacher. You know how young women can be when they focus on an attractive older man. Mr. Blue was the youngest on the payroll at 24 years old. He had turquoise eyes and careless dark hair. He didn't really spend time with the other teachers, electing to read Byron and Shelly under a large magnolia tree by himself instead. It was here that I first developed a passion for poetry. I would sit with him under the tree everyday. In a way, I felt like it was inappropriate... But it was dangerous and he didn't seem to mind having me around hanging on his every word. Sometimes I would dress sexy for him, hoping he would notice. And he did, but he was too much of a gentleman to give in to my charms. As the months went on, my skirts became shorter and my tops more low cut. I was taking full advantage of being an early bloomer with my 36 DD's. Then, June came. It was time for me to graduate and I was heart broken that I hadn't been able to steal a single kiss from the lips that poured romantic prose into my heart. Every day I would come to class and look deep into his eyes hoping he could read my mind. On the last day of school, I was sulking while walking to my crappy celica in the student parking lot when I heard the most wonderful sound. It was Mr. Blue calling my name. I turned around and waited for him to catch up to me. He told me that he had very strong feelings for me but he didn't want to feel ... like he was taking advantage of a young woman and that he didn't want to lose his job. He also said that he didn't want to hurt me if things didn't work out. A smile worked it's way playfully across my lips. I told him that I was more mature than he thought and that sometimes I would touch myself at night while imagining him reading the poetry. He was completely shocked but I could clearly see a bulge starting to form in the front of his pants. I turned around and grabbed a paper from my bag and began scribbling when I felt his hand gently touch the side of my face. I took his hand in mine and put his index finger all the way in my mouth. I slowly pulled his finger out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and leaving behind a burgundy smudge from my lipstick. I put my phone number in his hand and said, 'I turn 18 in two months.' Call me, tiger. He stood there. Looking at my number and then at me, completely unable to string a sentence together. For once, I was the one with all the right words and it left him speechless. With a smile like the cat who caught the canary, I drove home knowing that in two months I would have Mr. Blue. That night, after I got home from a graduation celebration I noticed a message on my phone. It was Mr. Blue asking if he could come pick me up for a bite to eat. I called him back and told him that I would be ready in an hour. I ran a nice hot bubble bath and filled it with wild jasmine petals from the field behind my house. I shaved my cookie ...