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Tempting Female Teacher

Copyright© 2025 by Laxu

Chapter 1

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Nick always had a crush on his beautiful English teacher, Mrs. Gavelle—a strict but stunning woman with curves that drove him crazy. She was married, kind, and completely out of his league... or so he thought. But everything changes when Nick discovers a shocking secret about her husband—something he was never supposed to see. Now, with temptation stronger than ever and secrets hanging in the air, Nick must decide how far he’s willing to go to get the one woman he’s always dreamed of.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Fiction   Workplace   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   First   Massage   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Safe Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Big Breasts   Teacher/Student   Slow  

Like every guy on the planet, I had the hots for one of my teachers. The name of my crush was Mrs. Gavelle, my senior year English teacher, who was a conservative woman in her late Thirties. Mrs. Gavelle was a beautiful lady. She had short red hair, which stopped a little before her shoulders, a dark pair of chocolate brown eyes and a simply gorgeous face - the type I could’ve stared at for hours.

She also had an amazing body, in my opinion. She was tall, maybe five-foot-ten or -eleven, and curvier than most women. I guess some would call her thick, but definitely not overweight. What’s more, she had a pair of double D tits that looked like a fun time, a narrow waist, complemented with wide flaring hips and a big round ass that distracted me to no end in class. She was the total package.

Every day, after school, I would get home, rip off my pants and beat off to depraved thoughts of her. And, boy, were they depraved. You see, ever since this one movie I’d seen when I was younger, which featured a scene of a woman being taken by force, I’ve had some dark thoughts.

At first, I felt evil for getting turned on by a woman being put through hell. To the point I thought I needed professional help. But I was too embarrassed to bring these thoughts up to our school counselor, so I decided to go online and ask questions.

I soon discovered I wasn’t the only person who got turned on by the idea of nonconsensual sex. Apparently, millions of people around the world did, both men and women, alike. And the advice I got was I could stop beating myself up and fantasize as much as I like. The important thing I needed to remember was not to act on those thoughts in real life. Which I didn’t think would be a problem. I doubted I had the heart to actually rape a woman. I was too afraid of the repercussions, both legally and morally.

But with my conscience now at ease, I decided to go on porn sites to quench my thirst for violent sex, and I watched them all: “rape” videos - it was obvious it was only role play - bondage, sadism, blackmail, humiliation. I couldn’t get enough. What’s more, every time I jerked off to those images I pictured me doing it to one of the women in my life, and the woman who starred in almost every fantasy was Mrs. Gavelle.

I didn’t know why, but for some reason I wanted to bring her pain. Which was strange, because she was a really sweet woman, who I doubted had ever wronged anyone. In fact, everybody in my class loved Mrs. Gavelle. She wasn’t close to being as mean as some of our other teachers. But still, I wanted to do unspeakable things to her.

I knew that would never happen, though. She was a happily married woman and I doubted she’d ever two-time her husband.

 
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