I was 18, he was 49. I knew very well that it was somehow weird that I was getting horny from an older man, probably not completely healthy. But I was turned on by the idea that such an older man could not resist me, but also that he was older and therefore could teach me things and had some kind of power over me. I loved the idea that I could make his cock rock hard, that I could drive him completely crazy because I was so much younger. He couldn’t help it, and neither could I. He was my English teacher.


From the very first day, I felt a kind of sexual energy coming out of him. I don’t think everybody felt it, but I think I was open to it and he noticed it very quickly. It’s something that’s in the air. The hottest thing was when nothing had happened between us, but the unspoken sexual tension between us was very high. One time during class, he walked by and dropped his pencil in front of my desk. When he bent down to pick it up and came back up, he looked at me very intensely, almost nervously.

As if he wanted to see how I would react and send a message that he saw me. I was wearing a sweatshirt with my small breasts clearly visible, and his eyes shot to them. I thought that was so hot and I felt so powerful. I was nervous, but I dared to look into his eyes, then at my breasts, and then back at him with a little smile. He stood up quickly and I saw his erection in his pants. It was extremely hot because the rest of the class was taking a test and had absolutely no idea what was going on. Just him and me. There were many moments like that.

I would block the entrance to the room with a group of people, then he would wriggle past me to get out of the room. He was acting very innocent and a little harmless on purpose, but I could feel his horniness and how cunning he was. He grabbed my hips from behind and rubbed his cock along my buttocks, very subtly and not visible to the other girls chatting at the door. I felt half stiff. I had never had sex before, but I knew a thing or two about erections. The idea that he, a grown man, married, with children, would be aroused by me… that still made me horny. This unspoken tension between us built up during class and whenever we saw each other in the hallway.

The best part was not knowing for sure about the other person, but still feeling something. Until one day… I often dawdled after class, cleaning up my stuff, and while I was cleaning up, I knew he was watching me very animalistically and out of pure lust. That thought was enough to lock me in my room right after school and finger me at the thought of him fucking me rock hard without really knowing what that would feel like. I often went crazy with desire for him. But one time, while I was lingering, I looked up and he had a strange look on his face, watery red eyes, tight mouth. Like he was licking me in his mind, or maybe he was holding my head to determine how hard I should suck him.

Or maybe he was thinking about how it would feel when he entered me with his tongue while I was sitting on his face with my wet pussy. The look on his face startled me for a moment, but I knew it was time. “Are you okay Mr. Van Dyke?” “Yes,” he replied a little nervously, “why?” “Well, because your eyes are suddenly so red.” I walked up to him, feeling very powerful, knowing that he was weak with horniness. I walked right up to him and said, “I hope I didn’t have anything to do with that?”

He said, “Yes, it has something to do with you, yes”. He went to the door and locked it. It was after the last period and basically no one was supposed to be in the classroom. He walked back and I knew what was going to happen. We both knew all along what was going on between us. That the horniness was mutual. He said again, “Yes, it has to do with you, I think you know that very well. He turned me around so that my bottom was facing him.

He pulled me very close and tight against him and started to press his very hard penis through his pants against me while breathing in my ear. I could hear how horny he was. I felt how wet it made me. I pushed back with my buttocks in a slightly twisted way and played with him: pulling away but then coming back to lean against him very tightly so that I could feel his rock hard cock poking against my buttocks. “Do you want to feel me inside you, do you want me to push my hard cock into your pussy?”

All I felt was a definite yes, the idea made me so horny, “I don’t know what to do, I’ve never done this before…”, I said. While we had this conversation, the rubbing of his hard cock continued, against my buttocks, he was holding me very tight with his arms and had gone under my sweatshirt. He was breathing very hard and licking my neck as he felt my breasts. “Never mind, I’ll show you.” He turned me around and his face was tight with lust. He kissed me very hornily: right away very deep, with tongue, while he held me tight and pressed me against him. Then he let me go as he unbuttoned his pants. His pants were hanging over his buttocks, just low enough for him to take out his hard penis. I didn’t know what I was seeing; it almost scared me a little. He obviously knew what he was doing and I didn’t. But I gladly gave in. He smiled at me and asked me if I was okay. I said I was. He asked if I would like to sit on his desk.

“I often imagined how you would come and sit at my desk after class if you dawdled like that again. Just like you’re sitting there now. And that I would spread your legs, just like I am doing now.” I glowed inside at the thought that he thought of me that way. He pushed my legs apart and I let him do it. I looked at his almost pink, glistening head. I had a skirt on, he came close to me, put an arm around my waist, with a finger he pulled my panties aside, I looked down as he slowly and carefully inserted only his glans into me, my wet panties pushed aside. In and out.

Slowly and horny. It felt so good, he kissed me with tongue, he was obviously crazy with horniness. That made me extremely horny too. He didn’t laugh, he was too horny. I looked down again and so did he and we saw how his glans had gotten wet from me and how much harder it had become. He couldn’t hold it any longer and said he had to go on now. I leaned back a little, leaning on my elbows, and he began to thrust hard and strong. Each time he thrust into me, I squeezed my cunt hard, because I noticed that it felt especially good.

And that he really liked it, too. I felt him slide in and out of me, slowly, quickly, but always hard and powerful. He moaned in a low voice as he looked into my eyes. Animal-like. Then he said in a quiet and deep voice, “Watch out, I’m going to come very hard in you like this. Are you ready? Just a little bit more and then I’m going to come very hard, very hard…watch out because it’s coming…my cum is going very deep…”. In the middle of his sentence, his eyes partially rolled back, his mouth opened and he began to tremble as he continued to thrust short and hard. I felt something hot inside me and squeezed my vagina very hard to feel his cock properly. He moaned and breathed heavily and landed his head on my chest, panting and moaning. My vagina pulsed violently: I had come.

That was our first time. My first time. After that, I often sucked him under his desk after school while he pretended to prepare his lesson for the next day. I liked it best when he would turn around and push me over his desk and just take me hard, but quietly. Always respectful. Especially the way he penetrated slowly, very controlled….enjoying my pleasure. We did this for several months until I left school. We both knew it could not go on. There was no falling in love beyond that, just pure lust. We fucked one last time in the toilets at my university when he asked where I was the following year.

We pretended we didn’t know each other. Like we were two strangers fucking in the bathroom. Against the stall door, very quietly and slowly, so no one would hear. After fucking, he pulled up his pants and walked away with a sweet smile on his face. Then it was really over.