Chapter 1: Caught by Teacher

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, School, Mother, Son, FemaleDom, First, Teacher/Student, .

Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: Caught by Teacher - A 14 year old boy's discoveries in sex with the help of the strange sexuality of his teacher who taps him for her needs.

Charlie was a handsome, intelligent and fit fourteen-year old boy who lived under very sad, stressful, and demanding circumstances. His mother died when he was six leaving him and his overworked, fifty year old father to patch together an existence as best they could on their own. It was hard on the boy. He had to forsake the playtime activities his friends enjoyed to help his father maintain their home. Charlie learned responsibility, courage, independence, and determination before he learned his multiplication tables. However, leisure was just a small portion of what he had sacrificed. The absence of a mother figure left a yawning gap in Charlie’s life, a fact that did not go unnoticed by his father, who steeled himself to find just the right mother figure for his son.

When Charlie was nine his father met just such a woman and married a very shy but pretty, spinster-librarian of forty-nine named Norma. Norma had waited all of her life for an opportunity to fulfill herself as a wife and a mother. Her lifelong ambition was domesticity and to devote herself to a loving husband and happy children. Sadly, she watched the prime of her life slip by with all opportunity to realize her dreams stifled by her own timidity. At long last, her hope was restored when she was invited to share the lives of Charlie and his father.

Norma was such a kind and sweet lady and she was so good to Charlie and his father. Because she never treated him like a kid but rather as a young friend, Charlie quickly became very doting on her. She would relate to him in detail her long lonely life waiting for a man to love and a family to embrace. Charlie was captivated by her and looked up to her as a tragic heroine that needed the shelter of he and his father. She was their treasure.

At one time Charlie even had a big crush on Norma and cherished her regal feminine grace, heart-shaped face, high cheekbones and large, wise eyes. To Charlie, she was the prettiest, most noble woman in the world and he was proud to be near her. In return, Norma was so grateful to have in her life the love of Charlie and his father and she flourished in the fulfillment she had waited for so long and patiently. They all three enjoyed a peaceful, happy existence. Sadly, it did not last.

When Charlie was 12, his father died tragically. Charlie, of course, was devastated but had to walk the long road to recovery by himself. With the loss of a love in her life, Norma became an empty shell of her former self. Her slightly nervous but energetic and perky nature turned languorous and sullen. Her jet-black hair quickly showed streaks of gray and her light, nimble frame became just a case study in frailty. The first week after the funeral, she clung to Charlie like a life preserver, afraid to lose him too. Charlie, being a good-natured and conscientious boy, did not hold it against her to be so clinging and needy. He understood how she felt and did his best to help her cope and cause her no trouble. Charlie actually loved her a great deal and wanted only for her to be as happy and fulfilled as she had once been. Forced to mature at a very early age, he took it upon himself to take care of her and nurse her wounded spirit. Being truly fond of Charlie, Norma returned his affection ten fold.

Having just entered puberty, his hormones were playing havoc on his emotions as well as other things. He quickly discovered masturbation and he lost himself in it on a nightly basis. Many images and fantasies filled his young mind including a great deal centered around his stepmother, Norma, but the ones that he visited most were of his third period Social Studies teacher, Mrs. Petrova. Mrs. Petrova was a full figured widow in her early fifties who spoke with a distinct East European accent. Her graying dark brown hair piled in neat rolls at the back of her head framed a round, fine-featured face that still bore traces of a slowly relinquished beauty. Charlie had only rudimentary knowledge of female anatomy and even less about sex, but that did not deter his imagination from richly immersing his fantasies of Mrs. Petrova in detail. The more he entertained himself with thoughts of her, the more elaborate the fantasies became.

These fantasies began to extend into his daily life. He would sit at his desk in his Social Studies class never taking his eyes from Mrs. Petrova. He loved every line of her body and paid close attention to whatever bulge or curve that a tight spot in her clothes would reveal. This compounded with his highly detailed imagination never failed to produce an erection. In fact, Charlie had an erection almost the entire time he was in her class and took great pains in trying to conceal it. His worst fear was of being called on in class and having to stand to give the answer. Luckily, his classmates never noticed the tell tale long crease extending up the front of his pants but one day Mrs. Petrova did and just stared at it the entire time he was standing. From that day on, Charlie noticed her shooting glances at his erection every time he stood or walked by her desk. He was so embarrassed but was grateful that she had the discretionary tact not to breach his confidentiality.

Charlie did not know why he was so obsessed with Mrs. Petrova, he had prettier teachers and other thoughts to occupy his attention but for some reason every aspect of her distracted him. His grades were not suffering so he felt no reason to check his lustful thoughts and then one day he went too far and that was when his life began to change drastically.

The class was taking a pop quiz and all the students were silently bent over their desks working on the test. Mrs. Petrova was grading papers, sitting at a table that stood beside her desk at the front of the row of desks where Charlie was seated. He was working so ardently on his test that he had lost his erection and without watching what he was doing, he knocked his eraser off his desk. He immediately dove to the left side of his desk to retrieve it and as he did, he glanced up the row of desks and saw the knee and calf of Mrs. Petrova’s leg under the table. She was wearing that day a white blouse and a plain, woolen skirt that came up to just above her knees.

Charlie was at once thrilled by this small glimpse and sat up pondering the wonders of what was up that skirt. His erection returned. He answered a couple more questions and then faced the nagging curiosity of another foray. He summoned up his courage and then with a surreptitious look around, he pushed his eraser off the right side of his desk. He ducked down after it and then slowly looked up the aisle. There were her legs, her shapely calves rising up to her rounded knees and then between them those softly curved thighs. He focused his gaze and looked as hard as he could between the bulges of flesh, trying to find what lay beyond. As he did, she slightly spread her knees to turn in her chair and when she did Charlie did not see the white triangle of her panties beneath the mesh of pantyhose but rather just a brownish triangle and hose covered flesh above it. A rush of blood pounded through his head as this was the most erotic moment of his life. He was trying to infuse this image on his brain as fuel for his imagination and then all of a sudden her knees slapped closed. Charlie looked up and saw Mrs. Petrova glaring at him over the top of the table.

He sprang back upright and hunched over his test expecting all hell to break loose any second. He harshly reproached himself, how could he do such a thing to his dear Mrs. Petrova? He felt like every eye in the world had seen him and he was now under their contemptuous gaze. He wished he could just shrink out of existence. He tried but he could not finish the test, he sat there loathing himself until the bell rang for the end of the period. Everyone rose to turn in their tests and leave but Charlie lagged behind to postpone the inevitable confrontation as long as possible. As he placed his test on the table Mrs. Petrova looked at him sternly and said, “I would like to see you after school, Charlie,” and nothing more.

Charlie went through the rest of the day in a state of constant worry, watching the clock with fear and dread. He could think about nothing but what would happen when he met Mrs. Petrova. He knew the shame and embarrassment alone would be horrific. The day ended and as his schoolmates happily fled the building, Charlie took his long walk to Mrs. Petrova’s classroom and stood in the hallway. As dreadful as it felt, it was time to face the music. He took a deep breath and walked through the doorway. Mrs. Petrova was at her desk grading papers. She did not look up from her work but she knew he was there. She just said, “Close the door, Charlie, and sit at your desk.”

Charlie did as he was told and sat at his desk feeling the agonizing tenseness in the air. This would definitely be the wrong time to have an erection and he tried as hard as he could to not think of his adored teacher. Finally, Mrs. Petrova set her work aside and rose to her feet. She walked slowly around the desk and then stood in front of the table at the end of Charlie’s row of desks. She folded her arms in front of her and looked gravely at him.

“Charlie, you know that what you did was wrong?” she said, her voice was like a slap of shame in Charlie’s face. He nodded. “Charlie, a woman’s modesty is a sacred thing. How do you think it makes me feel to find you looking up my dress like that?” Charlie hung his head; he did not know what to say. “What would your stepmother say?” she added, knowing Charlie’s guardianship and reverence for Norma. The horror must have shown on Charlie’s face because she calmed him by saying, “Do not worry, I will not bring her into this.” However, she still pressed on her attack with, “How would you feel if your privacy were broken like that?” Charlie was too ashamed to answer. “Perhaps you should find out.” There was an agonizingly long pause before she said, “Charlie, stand up,” she said. He stood up and expected nothing but the humiliation of a paddling and then she spoke very slowly and firmly, “Take down your pants.”

‘She was really going to do it, ‘ he thought to himself, she was really that mad. Reluctantly, he did as he was told, unfastening the belt and the fly, letting them drop to the floor. Then she hit him with an even worse demand, “Your shorts too, Charlie,” she said. He grabbed them and bent down as he thrust them around his ankles. He stood up with his head bowed and waited for her to do something, but she did not. There would be no paddling, she was going to treat him to the same violation he had inflicted on her.

Charlie stood there before her with his pants around his ankles paralyzed with shame. He was more embarrassed and humiliated than he had ever felt in his life but not indignant because he knew she was justified in putting him through this. He had violated the sanctity of her privacy by looking up her skirt. This was fair.

As he stood there in the focus of her gaze, he fell once again to natural impulses he could not control. The thought of this woman he was so obsessed with watching his exposed dick played on his mind. He felt a bond opening up between them, as his exposure became an offering of his devotion to her. A slight draft gently caressing his bare flesh only made things worse. His small, boyish penis began to rise. Charlie tried hard to think about anything but Mrs. Petrova. He tried to think about what his stepmother would feel if she got word of his behavior. He tried to think about his classmates bursting in and witnessing this sight. He tried to think about all the embarrassment that his springing a boner might cause Mrs. Petrova. However, it was no use, the thought of his idolized teacher watching his naked dork was too much for him and his erection grew. It rose in a twitching, jerking motion to its full four-inch length. It stiffened to almost the point of aching. It swelled into an arch with the tip pressed against his belly.

When Mrs. Petrova saw it begin to rise, her eyes opened wide and she gasped. It was more out of dismay that now of all times he should get an erection - when he should be humiliated - than out of disgust. She stared at it a moment and then turned aside as if pondering something, her eyes darted about as if she were busily formulating some plan. She stood gazing out the window contemplatively for quite some time leaving Charlie in a quandary as to what further dread might be in store for him now.

She finally turned, walked to the door and locked it. She spun around on her heal and looked at Charlie with her head cocked to one side and a strangely sardonic smile on her face. “You like me very much, is this true, Charlie?” she asked him flatly.

Charlie got very nervous and antsy but something about the smile on her face gave him reason to believe he could confide his heart to her with no fear of any cruel derision. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he stammered.

“Charlie, I have a need ... I think I can use you for something I have in mind,” she said.

Charlie was very confused; he expected something but definitely something much worse than that. He anxiously waited to see what terms were about to be leveled at him. She casually strolled to face him in front the table. She stood with her hands on her hips and the same smile as she just looked at him, studying him.

“Charlie,” she finally spoke, “there is going to have to be an understanding between us. We are going to share a very special secret and I think I am safe in trusting you to keep this just between us, OK?”

Charlie just nodded his head. She leaned back against the table as she stepped out of her shoes.

“I am going to reveal something to you that you must not discuss with anyone, no matter what. I am sharing this with you because I think your feelings for me will not let you do anything to hurt me, do you understand Charlie?”

“Yes ma’am,” Charlie nodded again; his fear was replaced by curiosity at what she might be inferring. His eyes were fixed now on her feet, drinking in a new aspect of her he had never beheld before. Her hands went to her sides and pressed flat against her skirt then her fingers began pulling the material up to bunch under her palms. Charlie was mesmerized as he watched her hem climb higher and higher up her hose covered thighs, past the point where her pantyhose darkened, all the way up to her hips. He was astounded as to why she would do this or what was about to happen. His excitement mounted as her curvaceous upper legs were revealed to him.

She gathered up her skirt all the way to the hem and then in a quick motion she drew it up to her waist and then dug her fingers underneath to her waistband. Charlie’s arousal rushed to overload and he suddenly felt close to shooting his wad. He could not believe what was taking place before him or how close it brought him to getting off without even touching himself. His eyes were fixed on her upper thighs where her billowed skirt just barely obscured the place he knew the triangular patch of her pussy to be. His eyes darted back and forth between her ample, round hips taking in all the exposed curves she had offered to him.

She hooked her thumbs into the tops of her pantyhose and began to slowly push them down, following the curves of her legs all the way to the floor. Charlie felt disappointment as her skirt fell down behind her hands but also a thrill as he knew her bush was now uncovered below that skirt. Mrs. Petrova pulled the hose from both her feet and then slowly straightened back upright pulling her skirt up with her as she went. Charlie took in the sight of her bare, soft, creamy-white thighs and waited for her to expose the object of his longing. After one last pause, she scooped up the front of her skirt and presented Charlie with the full, unobstructed view of the object of all young males’ wonder - her pussy. She stood there holding up her skirt, still and silent, watching Charlie intently, letting him take it all in and then she raised herself on her toes and sat on the edge of the table, slightly parting her knees, putting herself on display for him.

Upon seeing the first glimpse of her pubic triangle, Charlie actually stopped breathing. To see those light brown curls of femininity framed between soft, round hips and surrounded by smooth, white skin was beyond anything his boyhood imagination could conjure. He was amazed and confused as to why she would just stand there and show him her bush like that, it was contrary to everything he knew about the opposite sex. He followed her lead, lifted his shirttail up out of the way, and held it under his arm. There they both silently stood in front of each other, naked from the waste down, exposing themselves to each other for at least two or three minutes. This moment was the focal point of Charlie’s life and he drank in every aspect of this simple yet tremendous exchange. His libido was overdosed and an orgasm was quickly overtaking him. As it approached, he felt the blood drain from his head. Spasms tore at him and strained every muscle in his body. He felt the familiar surge of joy shoot through his dork like a big feather being pulled out through his loins. His sperm erupted from the tip of his young penis, squirting out in thick jets that gushed onto his belly and ran in a slow drool down the front of his thigh. He lost himself in it; let it go freely, almost pushing it forth proudly like an offering to her.

“Oh, Charlie!” Mrs. Petrova exclaimed as she saw it happen.

Charlie plunged into embarrassment and frantic apologies. “I’m sorry ma’am. I couldn’t help it. I’ll clean it up, I’m real sorry.” He did not know what to do. He bent over to pull up his pants while still holding up his shirttail with the other hand.

“Charlie, Charlie, It is alright. I am not upset. It is just a terrible waste, that is all.” Still holding up her skirt, she stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. As she got close to him, he caught a thick, musky scent that he had never encountered before. It was the essence of her sex and it enticed him further. “We must not let that happen again.” She took him by the hand and said, “Come.”

Charlie shuffled behind her as she led him around to the other side of the table and to her desk. She turned and clutching her skirt up tight around her waist, she sat in her chair. She said, “Charlie, come to me. Kneel down in front of me.” Charlie knelt in front of her knees and starred into the mysterious pubic tangle between her thighs. Mrs. Petrova pulled on a lever at the side of her chair and it dropped until her hips were even with his. She spread her knees and drew her chair closer to him, until he was between her thighs.

“Charlie, I am not going to hurt you,” She said in a gentle, low voice, her accent getting thicker. “I am going to do something with you. It will feel very good to you. But you must not speak about this or my special condition.”

Charlie’s head was reeling, could she intend to fuck him? Was he ready for this? Blessed with the almost indefatigable libido of a boy, his erection still stood firmly against his belly. He hoped with all his might that he would perform satisfactorily. He heard a slight slurping noise that he could not quite place, it sounded like it came from between her legs. Mrs. Petrova scooted to the edge of her chair and slowly crossed her calves behind Charlie’s legs and placed her hands on his hips. Charlie was thrilled at the contact, never realizing it was now impossible to pull away from her, as if he would ever want to.

She bent over him so that her head was beside his. “It is time to introduce you to my Charm,” she whispered. Charlie heard more of the wet, gurgling noise and then he saw something move in the center of Mrs. Petrova’s cunt. In the sparse light available between their bodies he could see a finger-like protrusion emerge three inches from where her hole should be. He had never before seen a real pussy up close but he was certain they were not supposed to have anything like that. He pulled away from her to allow light in more than anything else and he met the resistance of her legs and hands.

“It is nothing to be afraid of, Charlie,” she whispered reassuringly, “it is just my special little something extra.” Mrs. Petrova placed her hand before her sex and the tentacle protruding from her pubis reached out and wrapped around two of her fingers. “See? It is part of me. It is going to help us ... be together,” she continued in a sweet voice. She drew her hand along the underside of the strange appendage, stroking it with her fingertips. It greeted and reacted to her touch as naturally and adroitly as one of her own fingers.

She pulled her hand back in presentation and Charlie bent down to examine this wonder. In the dense curls of her pubic hair, he could make out the slit of her pussy. He could see the puffy red inner lips highlighting the groove. Out of the bottom end of the slit, where it curved back toward her butt, where her vagina was, he saw the pinkish gray tentacle glistening and writhing like a large slug. It emerged from her vagina, twisted, and curled against the surface of her mound as if trying to pull itself out of her. It kept working itself out of her until a full ten inches dangled and writhed from her. It was a little more than an inch and a half in diameter at its base and gradually narrowed to a point with a slit at the tip. Charlie just could not stop watching it and the beautiful pussy from which it emerged. Mrs. Petrova just stroked his back and let him examine her. He tentatively extended his hand to touch it, cupping his hand underneath it and slowly lifting. It was wet and slick to the touch. Charlie marveled at how lively it was in his palm, how it curled up and then wound around his thumb; how it caressed the back of his hand in the same way he caressed it. With his other hand, he petted the soft curls of her pussy and gently probed her exposed, pink labia. “Come, Charlie. Let us begin,” she finally said and he straightened himself between her legs as he was before.

‘Begin what, ‘ he wondered. ‘What did she intend to use that thing for?’ With his head bent down, Charlie watched in amazement the spectacle before him. The tip rose and reached for his dick. Secreting its own lubricant from its surface and within, the tentacle licked and slathered a wet, gooey mess all over Charlie’s penis and testicles and slowly smeared it into his skin and sparse hairs. It coiled firmly around his penis three times and he felt himself nearing another climax as the soft slickness and amazing deftness of the organ treated Charlie’s dick like nothing he had ever felt before. After wrapping around him, the tip broke away from the coil and began groping in the air. The end began to open up. At first, it was just a small hole but it stretched wider and fluted outward. When it had opened to about an inch and a half, it uncoiled a couple of turns from around Charlie’s penis and then stretched down toward the dribble of semen on his leg. The mouth-like tip poised over the glob and then pressed onto it. Charlie could actually feel it kind of suck on his skin. Mrs. Petrova sighed and said, “Ahhh. It has been so long.” The tip slurped and smacked against his skin, cleaning off the area. Once finished, the tip rose up toward Charlie’s stomach. It lightly pushed his penis aside and then started to suck up all traces of the spermy mess on his belly. Its touch was light and tickled him as it worked. He watched in amazement at its dexterity and deliberate incentive.

“Do you have any more for me?” she cooed musingly. “I think you do.”

The tip reached for the head of Charlie’s cock and seized it, he gasped loudly. The mouth of the strange tendril closed over his cock-head sending him to the threshold, he knew he would not last much longer. Her tentacle then started to devour his penis, slowly working itself down over him like a snake eating a rodent. Having never had his dick engulfed by anything tenderer than his fist, the sensation was too much for him and before he could get a grasp of his reflexes, he shot off again. Charlie felt a jolt charging through his dick as he unloaded his ejaculation into her clinging, warm embrace. He sincerely felt that it had to be the most intense orgasm of his life as the fleshy member seemed to coax every last bit of sperm out of him. As each spurt erupted from him, he could hear a faint gurgle as her sucking tentacle accepted his offering and gulped it down.

“Ohhh, yes. Yes, good ... very good, Charlie,” She whispered hoarsely to him, lightly petting his back. Then he thought he heard her quietly say, “Feed me.”

The stimulation seemed to make his orgasm last longer than before and Charlie really felt like his bountiful sexual energy had been tapped. Her talented organ continued to suck on him and to envelop his dick. Charlie felt weak and his erection was beginning to fade. Mrs. Petrova felt it too and she said, “Let us kiss, Charlie, give me your tongue.” He had never kissed a girl before let alone tongue kissing and he was a bit worried he would do it wrong. Charlie tilted his head back and opened his mouth to receive hers. She bent her head down over his face, her mouth closed over his and her tongue quickly pushed in.

His first kiss. Charlie tasted something strange in his mouth and then a new surge of arousal and sexual urgency overcame his weariness. He sucked at her tongue for more of what ever she was supplying him and his erection found new life. She pulled her mouth away with a loud smack and said, “Easy, Charlie. A little bit at a time.” Mrs. Petrova lifted her head proudly and lightly closed her eyes. A long, drawn-out moan escaped her lips as if she were enjoying a leisurely bath.

Charlie dropped his head back down and resumed watching her claim his penis. Her Charm had now swallowed his entire dick up to the thin wisps of hair on his balls. Then the mouth began to stretch open wider, flaring out as the length behind it continued to slide down over his erection. The tip opened to a maw of about 3 inches wide and then with one big, even sweep it engulfed his testicles. It wrapped over the back of his scrotum and sucked his balls into a snug, wet cuddle, tenderly sliding back and forth around his trapped organ. He was inside her or rather she had swallowed him all the way up to his crotch.

Charlie turned his head to the side and rested it on her breast. At that point he did not care if she swallowed him alive - oh, what a delightful way to die! She accepted his surrender to her body by wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him tight to her sex with her legs. Meanwhile, her Charm continued to do its work on Charlie’s captured organ. Within the clingy encirclement, Charlie’s cock was being treated to sensations he never dreamed possible. Even using both hands Charlie would never be able to duplicate the firm but tender undulations that rolled and slid the lithe tentacle around his lucky prick. As it tended to him in its tight grasp of his boyish cock and balls, it slowly drew back up into her vagina, bringing Charlie’s penis with it until Charlie’s hips were pressed flush against her. He was enchanted by the sensation of her coarse, thick pubic hairs tickling all around his groin. She spread her knees wide and held him tight against her as she used her hands to induce him to begin thrusting at her, prompting his natural urges. Nature took over Charlie and he began to fuck in earnest, driving to discharge another load.

Charlie was in heaven. He, he alone was in intimate contact with his adored Mrs. Petrova and receiving pleasure from her the likes of which he had never known. He thrilled at the knowledge that she had entrusted him with her deep secret and that through their strange contact she was extracting something from him she highly valued. With his hands wrapped around her ample butt, he drove against her and enjoyed the sensation of her soft flesh and pubic hair on his hips and belly as his cock was gently milked by her clasping tendril. A matter of seconds later, he stiffened under the onslaught of another climax and squirted his third load into her sucking, fleshy tube. She cooed her congratulations to his issue in some language he could not understand and waited for his exuberance to run its course before lifting his chin and bending her head down to deliver another intoxicating kiss. Rejuvenated to fresh arousal, Charlie hugged her hips and bent into a new romp, enjoying such sweet rapture with his beloved Mrs. Petrova. She filled his senses. He nuzzled his head against her breast, stroked her naked butt with his hands, and ground his pelvis against her soft thighs, her lush curls, and her moist sucking depths.

And so the couple continued their exchange through three more of his climaxes, which came after successively longer durations. In the stillness of the classroom, Charlie pumped his narrow, boyish hips against the voluptuous, womanly frame of his teacher. They silently clung together, his small adolescent body occluded by her larger, mature body. With his pants around his ankles and her skirt bunched up around her hips, they made an unlikely couple of a boy loving a woman. All that could be heard was a light clapping sound as he struggled franticly against her. An occasional slight sucking sound of her strange appendage alternating its clasp of his penis. A faint gasp and groan as he spent. A small smack as she fed him another kiss and then it began all over again. Deep within their carnal contact, her clinging tendril never relinquished its firm grasp of his small but potent member. Their dance played on until the evening shadows stretched long across the room, until Charlie was shaky and weak from his overcharged exertions, and until his ejaculation came as just a dry spasm. At last, Charlie lay limply against her breast, spent and lethargic.

She allowed him to rest as her Charm again slowly disgorged itself from her vagina. The full length pushed itself out but the tip maintained its tenuous hold on Charlie’s testicles. She unwrapped her calves from behind him and braced her feet on the floor. Taking hold of Charlie’s butt in her hands, she said, “Come on, Charlie,” and slowly rose out of her chair bringing him with her. Once on his feet, she spun him around and forced him to sit in her chair, kneeling on one knee beside him. Half-straddling Charlie above his lap, she held him with one arm as her free hand began to stroke her Charm over the portion covering Charlie’s penis. She gently pulled the lips enclosing his balls free while pushing his dick out through the end. She finally freed his ravaged cock and it felt tingly and cool to Charlie as a slight draft wafted over his moist skin.

With her skirt still bunched up around her waist, Mrs. Petrova rose from his side, turned to her desk and pulled a moistened towelette from a container in a drawer. She bent over Charlie and began to clean up his penis and scrotum while he just watched her Charm hanging from her pussy. It was now shriveled, with a dark red and had a mottled texture. He noticed that it was not as lively as when he had first seen it, it seemed like it was as exhausted from the encounter as he was. She worked delicately around his fragile privates, wiping and blotting until she was satisfied she had cleaned all traces of herself from him. He appreciated the care and concern she showed in tending for his messy pud.

“Charlie, I must thank you,” she said as she worked. Her accent was thicker than usual and her voice was soft and kind, not her teacher’s voice at all. “You have given me a very special gift. I think you enjoyed it as well, yes? You like my little Charm? Hmmm?” She looked at him pleadingly as if imploring him for an answer. “But you understand this must be our secret. If someone found out, they would take me away. Your mother, she would become very angry I think, yes? You do not want to see me hurt, do you, Charlie?” She squatted in front of him, looking into his eyes.

“No, ma’am, I’d never let anything happen to you,” Charlie said ardently trying hard to tear his eyes from her delightful pussy and the bloated flesh dangling from it, but he meant every thing he said. This was greater than any dream come true. In his young, inexperienced heart, lust was turning to love. “You’re the best teacher I ever had, I’d do anything for you, ma’am. Does this mean you’re not mad at me? I didn’t mean any harm or anything, I just really like you and all, and...”

“I was very angry,” she replied, “but I started to think that we both have a hunger we can help each other feed. Do you understand, Charlie?”

Charlie, feeling self-conscious, stood up and started to pull his clothes back on. Mrs. Petrova tossed the towelette into the trashcan and took Charlie’s place on the chair. She spread her knees wide and then using just her fingertips; she began pushing against her Charm around the base, slowly helping it pull itself back into her pussy.

Charlie starred at her sex, fascinated. Watching her dainty, feminine hands working cautiously about her mound and labia was more erotic than anything he had ever imagined. “Do other ladies have a thing like that?” he asked.

“Very, very few, I should guess,” she said as she tended to herself, “It was a gift given to me by a dear friend a long time ago. You must not trouble yourself over it. It is my Charm, it is my personal treasure and not for anyone to speak of.” Standing, she retrieved her pantyhose from the table and leaned against her desk to pull them over one foot and then the other. Charlie watched in appreciation the baggy, sheer material assume the shape of a woman as she pulled it up her legs and hips. Stepping into her shoes and smoothing down her skirt she said, “Come, Charlie, it is late. I will take you home.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded.

“Charlie, you may call me Monica when we are alone but the rest of the time I will be Mrs. Petrova and you must behave properly,” she said.

The drive home was quiet. Charlie had many questions on his mind but was very tired and just relaxed. He was so happy to have shared the intimate sexual contact with his adored teacher and peacefully enjoyed her presence. As they drew near his questions started to boil to the top of his mind, “Ma’a ... Monica? Did you use your ... Charm on ... your husband too?” he pondered haltingly, wondering if he alone held any special prominence in her heart.

“Of course, Charlie, he was my husband.” she replied.

“I guess you loved him a lot and stuff,” Charlie probed.

“Very, very much,” was her quick answer.

“I loved my dad a lot too. Um ... when did he ... die?” he continued.

“In ‘72,” she said, she was primarily absorbed by her driving and answered with little vehemence.

“I guess you weren’t married too long, huh?” he probed again.

“Seventy nine years. Is this your house on the right, Charlie?” she spoke quickly, obviously more concerned about delivering him home than her answer.

Charlie was confused, he knew his math and that these numbers did not add up. He set her response aside and passed it off that she had not heard his question properly or he did not hear her correctly. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said.

She pulled up in front of the driveway and then turned in her seat to face him. “Now Charlie, remember what we discussed about keeping what we did a secret. I expect you to behave like a gentleman and maintain a respectful, dignified disposition when you are at school.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Charlie, eager to show his compliance.

“Very well then, we will tell your mother you are assisting me after school. Now, go in and I will see you tomorrow,” she said, extending him her hand.

Charlie shook her hand and wondered why she had not offered him a peck or at least a hug, some kind of token of her feelings. He shook her hand, said goodbye and exited her car. He watched her drive away happy to have her cherished liaison but concerned to what extent their new bond really covered.

When he got inside, he found Norma very worried about his lateness. She battered him with questions about his new extracurricular duties and it was only with relentless reassuring hugs, pats, and caresses that Charlie was able to alleviate her fuss. He went to bed that night still too tired to masturbate but his mind full of new visions of Mrs. Petrova and their new, secret relationship.

The next day, Charlie rose and went through his usual scholastic routine. He and Mrs. Petrova exhibited the epitome of discretion. Charlie noticed aloofness in her attitude that almost had him believe she regretted the entire thing. He mirrored her cool attitude and was relieved when she said that she expected to see him after school as he walked past her desk at the end of class.

At the end of the day, he loitered in the hallways until they were vacant and then sneaked into Monica’s classroom making sure no one saw him. He closed the door and locked it. She rose from her desk and smiled. They met behind her desk, unceremoniously moved aside their clothes, and exposed themselves to each other as they had the day before. Charlie’s erection was ready and eager for her embrace in fact it had been for an hour. Monica’s snorkel-like Charm began to push itself clear of her sex before she even pushed down her pantyhose. Saying very little they assumed their positions and the coital exchange began again. Anxious for her snug embrace, Charlie knelt tight up against her thighs, too close for her to see what she was doing and she reached between them to find his young cock and hold it out for her groping appendage. She docked her tentacle to him, quickly and smoothly engulfed all of his genitals and began to milk him. They became the room, both of them silent and still. Charlie - taking his pleasure and rapture from his adored teacher, Monica - extracting with her sucking, tubular tendril whatever essence her body found in his bountiful ejaculate. After an hour or so, having exhausted Charlie’s youthful emissions, they gathered themselves and she took him home, talking as they rode.

This became their routine. Day after day they met and with very little fanfare or dialogue immerse themselves in their carnal congress. Her insistence on his prompt and dutiful daily appointment bordered on almost a hunger-like dependence. She made every effort to get the utmost performance from him, skillfully working him to his climax and afterwards promptly preparing him for more. To Charlie she seemed driven, as if she were working toward some goal and anxious to reach it as soon as possible. He did not care, he was duty bound and more than delighted to bring her more cum if that was what she wanted. Within two months after their sessions began, Monica suggested that they meet before school as well. It was under Norma’s protest but Charlie came in early three days a week to be with her. To avoid wrinkles they engaged each other standing up. Monica would pin Charlie against the wall in a dark corner of the room. Lifting her skirt and pulling down her hose she would access him through his open fly and tap his early morning vitality until his knees were too weak to stand.

Charlie was the happiest he had ever been in his entire short life. Their weekday sexual liaisons were everything his tender, inexperienced heart believed to be true love. His juvenile hopes built up the simple but dangerously intimate relationship into an elaborate future of life, love and happily ever after. He saw her expose her deeply personal secret and use it to bestow upon him all the joy and fulfillment a lustful young male could desire and he was certain it came from a romantic passion she had for him. It was only after some time that her cold detachment began to signal to him that their affair was not everything he had hoped. Charlie began to get the feeling that he was alone in his love. He tried vainly to persuade her of his merit and to get her to show him where he stood in her heart. It was no use, she would not betray how she felt nor melt her disposition that their affair, though sexual, was in no way emotional. Charlie did not feel used because he was rewarded; he just wished so much that Monica were more like Norma.

Charlie made the most out of their car ride home every afternoon, it was an informal time when he felt they could speak freely to each other and he never let a moment pass in silence. Monica was always very guarded in her answers to Charlie’s many questions. She flatly batted away his queries about her possible romantic feelings for him. She was not cold but merely pragmatic and tried hard not to hurt his feelings. She would simply point out to him that he was partaking in gratification that any boy his age would be hard pressed to find and that should be enough for him. Charlie sensed her concern for his feelings and held it up as hope for her love.

Concerning his other questions, Charlie was able to learn that Monica had met and fallen in love with her future husband in her mid twenties. He was much younger than she was and after they were married, she was terribly worried that he might find a younger woman and leave her. It was then that she was given the Charm from a close friend of hers. This friend was a mysterious woman from the east who “passed” the Charm to Monica and bade her to pass it on to another woman when she had no more use for it. She had said that men found the Charm irresistible and that it yielded other benefits as well.

Of her husband, she spoke volumes. She spoke of every subtle nuance of his character. She talked on and on about every detail of his life and how she cherished him until he died. She said that he had enjoyed her Charm and that she enjoyed using it on him but that she preferred to have him inside her and usually kept her special appendage “pulled in” so that she could have him as a woman when they made love. As she related it, Charlie found himself envious of her late husband and wished he could be held in such esteem and he anxiously wondered when she would make love to him “as a woman”.

Monica had questions for Charlie too. She was always very curious about his relationship with Norma. She probed Charlie’s feelings about Norma and what he perceived Norma’s feelings were about him. She asked about their relationship, about what they did together and about any contact between them. Charlie was more than happy to answer her questions in detail and was glad she had an interest in his life. He told her all about Norma, how lonely she had been before she met his father and how happy she had been to finally have a man in her life. On occasion, Monica asked to meet with Charlie’s stepmother and when she did, she was always very attentive to Norma and looked fondly upon how he and Norma interacted.

Norma herself was courteous but always apprehensive about these meetings. She had many questions about what Mrs. Petrova and her Charlie engaged in so diligently every afternoon. She always watched the teacher suspiciously and paid a great deal of attention to the way Charlie looked at Mrs. Petrova and how he addressed her. On many evenings, she expressed her reservations about Charlie’s after-hours duties with Mrs. Petrova and her wishes for him to come home as soon as possible. Knowing she was always calmed by his gentle massages, Charlie simply ushered her to bedroom, put her into her nightgown, laid her down, and slowly stroked her back, shoulders and legs until she fell asleep. He curled up beside her and held on to her as she slept. He hated so much for dear, sweet Norma to be so troubled and yet he could not forsake his deep desire for Monica. As he lay beside her, he wondered what it would be like if Norma were more like Monica.

Eventually, Norma’s anxiety over Charlie and Mrs. Petrova became so intense that she was unable to fall asleep without Charlie lying beside her. Charlie did not mind, he loved Norma and it gave him a warm, happy feeling to fall asleep beside her. They slept wrapped in each other’s arms, with Charlie’s invincible, straining erection, that he hoped she would not notice, pressed against her thigh or her hip.

As time progressed, it was bound to happen with Charlie’s impetuousness and Norma’s starved yearning, their snuggling turned into light petting. Although tentative at first, their roving hands eventually began to pass daringly over each other’s erogenous zones. Soon, petting became necking; bodies wrestled as one, lips pressed together in sweet kisses, and whispers of tender devotions and feeble protestations fluttered about in the darkness. Without so much as a fingertip venturing inside either’s clothing, Charlie pushed Norma to the conclusive extreme of erotic contact. Being the bolder of the two, he delighted in using his light touch to bring her to that tense, squealing stage of release that he was so certain to be her climax.

Though she did her best not to talk about their occasional nighttime fondling, Norma tried to keep their activity confined to her bedroom and then only with the lights out. Charlie would still catch her off guard and playfully but tenderly fondle any part of her within reach. Norma always froze, temporarily losing herself in her stirred emotions and then thwarted him with a pleasant admonition of “Charlie, not now,” and a then a peck. Charlie was watching the restoration of the old Norma as she blossomed back into vitality. She again became industrious with activity. She hummed as she worked around the house and way-laid Charlie every afternoon with excited chatter and fresh ideas. Norma glowed with her newfound happiness.

Charlie stretched himself to attend to the needs of two women, one mostly physical and the other mostly emotional. His dilemma was most pronounced at the point where these two worlds intersected. Norma’s concern continued to exert itself into something that could not be mistaken for anything but jealousy. It became a topic of discussion on many a ride home with Monica. As much as Charlie wanted Monica to assume some sort of possessive position over him and defy Norma’s contention, he was disappointed when on the contrary Monica advised only tacit compliance to Norma’s feelings, saying that he and Norma needed each other. She would say nothing more

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