It was like a struggle, tough and without end. The teacher looked aggravated at Stacey that
looked indignity at him. She had put her chin forward and her hands on her hips. Her
cheeks were blushing and her eyes glowed of anger. It was the Friday fight for the class.
It had been the same for almost two months now and the class giggled discreet, some
students pretended to be asleep, to demonstrate their disapproval. Others placed
themselves overt their benches and looked interested of what to come next.

Bob pretended that he did not see them. He didn't have the strength and it was Friday,
the last hour for the class before the weekend. It was a tough class; many teachers had
been totally exhausted by them and refused to have them.

The center in all the fights with the teachers, were this girl, Stacey, 18 years old with a
wonderful mix of laziness and charm, with a scary temper. Bob tossed the english essay
towards her and ordered her to re-write it.

"Sit down and do it all over!" He commanded her.

She would not make him lose control again. She had done it a few times before, with the
result that the whole class become in rebellion. Bob did not like to scream and be harsh
to his students but now he did not have much choice. Stacey could drive any teacher
crazy that was plain facts.

Her whole body shined of boldness, anger and sex. She always played on her female
womanliness; she waved her hips and pushed her small perky breasts forward. It was
the same when you meet her in the hallway, she always stroked her body against you
what ever you wanted it or not. That was her way, her mark. When she talked to Bob her
eyes looked like they belonged to a pornstar and her voice become soft and erotic.

As she stood there in front of him, he was afraid that her blouse would crack open, from
the pressure from her breasts.

"Sit down!" He said.

"Can't I stand?" She replied with anger.

"Okay, you can stand, but."

"But, what?" She asked him and pushed her hips forward so that her mini skirt slid over
her thighs.

Bob could almost see her panties and he swallowed and tried to control himself.

"Nothing. Just re-write the essay. Even you could do that!"

"When do you want it?" She asked him, not at least interested.

"I want it back tomorrow!" Bob said harshly.

He turned his back at her and was ready to continue his class. The other students were
disappointed that the struggle was over so soon.
"I can't make it to tomorrow!" Stacey almost exploded, "I'm supposed to go away with
my parents tonight!"

Stacey cowered herself gracefully in her stool with her long slender legs under her.

"Then do the essay this afternoon and now let the rest of us get some room to work!"
Bob said tiredly.

"But I will not make it before the school ends!" Stacey said harshly.

"Yes you will!" Bob replied.

"No, I won't!" Stacey almost screamed, "I have an aerobics class to attend to!"

Bob's patience was almost ready to burst, but he sighed deeply and took a deep breath
and calmed down.

"Then you will get a detention and do the essay here, in the classroom after school!" Bob
said.

It became all quite in the classroom, detention was not that usually, and everybody
looked at Stacey, to see what she was going to do. Bob feared the worse and so did
everybody else. So it was with great surprise that they all saw Stacey just look angry
towards Bob and just crossed her arms over the chest.

"Do you really do that?" She asked slowly.

"Yes, I am!" Bob answered her shortly and determined.

The class sighs faintly, but then Bob hit his fist in his desk, and the class got quite. After
that all students were quite and worked nice and easy. The last hour seemed to never
end. Suddenly the bell rang and all students just ran out of the classroom, but not
Stacey. She just sat there at her desk and looked angry towards Bob.

He looked at her papers and did see that she was drawing small hangers with little
hanged men in them. He could see that the small faces of the hanged men, looked like
him. Bob could feel the lack of caffeine in his body, and he wanted to have a cup of
coffee. But he couldn't go and drink one. He had to blame himself for having put Stacey
in detention.

Stacey worked slowly on her essay and Bob was uncertain if she really worked on it, or
just pretended to work. He was also confused over her being so quite and docile. What
was it that she really wanted, he wondered? He looked at her and she looked bitter and
he was convinced that she was already planning her revenge.

But he was prepared for it, and she would not dare to do anything, he thought. She was
there to make her essay, and not to fight with him.

"Come over here!" He said to her after almost an hour, "And take the essay with you. We
are going to review it now. How long it will ever take!"

She looked up and sighed loudly and started to get up from her desk, slowly. She trotted
slowly towards him, very decent and her usually waving if her hips were gone.

They started with the first sentence of her essay and she slowly stuttered what she had
written. She stood really close to him, but he pretended not to notice it. She was
supposed to stand somewhere, so he did not pay much attention to it.

The second sentence was long and intricate and suddenly he noticed her warmth and
closeness. Suddenly he realized what she was up to. She was planning to excite him! She
probably thought that he would fall into the old teacher student trap. If she also had
arranged someone to enter the classroom, as he fell in the trap, he would be destroyed
forever. Bob thought that this time her evil plans would not come true, he would not so
much as breath on her, he thought.

Stacey played shy and filled of guilt, and at the same time she pressed her hips against
him and he could feel her girlishness through her clothes. He moved his arm to a very
unpleasant angle and soon it went numb. He was forced to shift angle and he drew his
arm against him, as he did that he happens to touch her thigh.

"Oh, excuse me!" He mumbled and was angry with himself.

Stacey just smiled a serious smile and she moved herself away from him, just a little bit.
But soon Bob could feel the fresh smell from her hair he moved away from her and
suddenly he could see her whole body. He swallowed and tried to get the erotic feelings
out his head and prayed for his cock to calm down.

Stacey bent over to get the eraser and Bob saw right down her blouse. A wonderful white
bra with embroideries covered her small breasts. He reached for a pencil and accidentally
he happened to touch her breast, with his fingertips. Bob swallowed hard as he felt her
soft breast and she sighs softly and continued to review her essay. Her review was all
wrong but he didn't care any longer, she asked him something and he just nodded his
head, as an answer.

Once again she moved closer to him and once again his arm was caught in a strange
angle. Now he was tired to pretend, the whole situation was silly and if she wanted it, he
thought, then she would get it.

Bob placed his arm around her hip and squeezed a little, she interrupted her reading and
looked at him, then she smiled. Stacey continued reading, but Bob did not pay any
attention to it and his hands come to life and by it self it slid up and down over her firm
buttocks. Stacey did not stop reading, instead she continued as nothing happened
around her. Bob moved his hand inside her blouse; she changed position to make more
room for his hand.

He had gone in her trap, he knew that, and now he wanted to get all the way. No matter
what, he thought. He wanted to see how far she was prepared to let him go, to have her
while. Still he could withdraw easily, if someone should enter the classroom. He turned
her against him and let his hands wander up on top of her bare thighs, caressing and
inciting.

Stacey continued to read her essay and Bob continued to ignore it. From time to time he
nodded against her, like he pretended to listen to what she read.

Stacey's voice becomes thicker and strange; it was like she had trouble breathing. How
long is she going to pretend that nothing is going on, Bob thought? It was still much left
on her essay, like the devil had possessed Bob he let his hands slid over Stacey's thighs
and in, under her short skirt.

He felt how she shuddered and started to shiver lightly. Maybe he had managed to brake
her, he thought, but still she did not cave in. Stacey continued to read, absolutely insane
and without concept. He wanted to grab her shoulders and toss her around until she
stopped pretended that nothing happened in the room, between them.

His hand grabbed her cunt, and it was hot and wet under her thin panties. He inserted
his finger under the elastics of her panties and started to massage her cunt.
Desperately, Stacey continued her reading. She was all wet and she shivered as his
fingers worked under her panties. She had grabbed his shoulders, for support, and she
was standing astride, but still she was reading loud.

Bob let got of her wet pussy and pulled her panties of her, she steeped out of them, and
Bob picked them up and put them in his pocket. Like a memory, he thought, or as a
trophy. She throws a glance at him with her blank eyes and shivering she smiled.

She started a new sentence and Bob could hear from the floor underneath them, how the
cleaners had started to work. He wondered how long it would take them to get to them,
how far was he prepared to got with this teen girl? Stacey looked for a word, and
looked at him.

"Use the dictionary." He said with hoarse voice.

She obeyed him while he stroked her buttocks rhythmically and slow. He got up and went to
the door and looked out in the hallway. It was completely empty; he could not see one
living thing out there. It was funny, he thought, and just an hour ago there had been
hundreds of people running around out there, but now, it was completely empty.
He went back to the desk and to Stacey, all the time with a strange feeling in his body,
like he had been insane.

Stacey looked at him and her big blue eyes and a serious look. He moved up beside her
and started to unbutton her blouse. She shivered as he removed her blouse and let it fall
to the floor. He looked at her, as she stood there, with the most beautiful bra he had
ever seen. That was not the most suitable garment for a young schoolgirl, he thought
and smiled.

He removed her bra and her breasts almost jumped out. They were much larger than he
had excepted and they were fully matured and perfected. Her areolas were large and
light red, her nipples pointed straight out. He saw that she tried to smile, but she
couldn't. Her smile stopped with a twitch in the corner of her mouth. Was she afraid, had
he gone to far, he wondered?

He placed his hands on her breasts and squeezed them carefully. They were lovely, he
thought.

"Continue with your essay." He whispered.

"Oh, Bob" She breathed and touched him.

Bob backed away. She should not imagine anything, just yet, he thought.

He nodded against her essay and moved behind her, still holding her breasts. He realized
that she had to put her clothes on again, before someone would come.
She read a few sentences then she gasped and stopped. Now she gave herself away to
the pleasure and swallowed loud and moaned deeply.

Bob moved his hand up under her skirt and she lowered herself onto it. He could feel how
hot and wet her pussy was. Her essay feels down and was spread over the floor, but they
did not care. He had reached the point of no return and he could not do anything about
it.

Stacey was wild of excitement and hugged him hard. Bob unzipped the zipper of her skirt
and it feels to the floor, and she stood naked in front of him.
Now she belonged to him, her whole warm and soft body belonged to him and he could
do whatever he pleased with it. She fumbled with his zipper and yawped like a puppy.
When she finally released his swelling cock she almost swallowed it. Bob felt how she
started to suck it like it was an ice cream and her hot tongue swirled around the top of it.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed it to the fullest.

As he felt that he was about to come he grabbed her and almost threw her onto the
desk. He spread her legs and he positioned himself between them and looked down. Her
slit was so wet and swollen and he pointed the top of his cock inside it. Slowly he
penetrated her young and hot pussy. It was like he was engulfed with hot moist cotton.

Stacey screamed out in ecstasy and he started to fuck her hard and furious. He leaned
over her and kissed her, to damp her loud moans. She squirmed like a worm underneath
him and he looked at her face as his cock ran in and out of her wet pussy. She tossed
her head to the sides and moaned and sobbed. She looks so sexy Bob thought and
kissed her forehead. His whole body was celebrating, never before he had fucked a girl
that felt so warm, tight and willing as Stacey.

Suddenly he could feel how her tight pussy started to contract in an orgasm.

"Oh, Bob I'm coming. Please harder, just a little bit further please! Oh now, Oh soon!"
She screamed.

He felt how his balls started to jerk and he knew that he was about to come, also. But he
did not dare squirt inside her. Fast he dragged it out of her tight pussy and placed his
shaft over her soft and sticky slit. He started to move his cock along her slit and he felt
how he caressed her hard clit with his shaft. Then she came in a loud scream and her
eyeballs went up her head. Her young body shivered and at the same time Bob squirted
his hot sperm over her upper body. Strings of sticky white sperm landed over her belly
and breasts. Then he collapsed over her, totally exhausted.

After a few minutes, he came to his senses again and then he got scared. He could not
believe what he had done. He had fucked Stacey, his own student! He looked scared at
her. Stacey saw the fear in his face and said,

"Don't worry, Bob! I will not tell anyone."

Bob gasped in alleviation and swallowed.

"Thank you!" He said to her.

"But.You most promise me that we will do this again. Soon!" She whispered.

Bob had not problems with that promise, the pleasure would be all his, he thought.

THE END

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