My Philosophy Professor decapitated me

I was 16 years old and had never dated, stayed or kissed any guy in my life... I masturbated sometimes it was cool I even wanted to climb more I'm tri shy... Well, in the second year of high school I was going to take philosophy for the first time, I always wanted to have philosophy because I had read a little and I was interested in the subject... The teacher was half crown, he wore a white jacket and a social shirt to teach and a little bald, he was not that prince charming but I don't know why I summoned with him, he gave me the biggest boner... I wanted because I wanted to give to him... In my classroom there were many young, beautiful, healed guris but I only had eyes for this teacher, even one gurie who I thought was cute I forgot because of him! His classes were the first two Friday classes... that day I'd get all dressed up, put on lipstick, make-up put on some toys and stuff. I didn't know the old hag was gonna talk or think... Like I said, I'm a bit shy... I wouldn't even make a move... I'm a bit afraid to pay up to Rs. He was attentive to all the students, so it was impossible to know if he was giving me a hard time... Sometimes he'd look at me and stuff, I don't know. Once, there was a party at school, I never go to parties at school but I decided to go to it, it was a Saturday... he was there talking to the gurus there who hated me! Then he saw me and called me to talk to him - Hi Thais, how are you? - It's all good. - Can you come with me to the teachers' lounge and get a Xerox? Oh, my God. We were... there was no one there... I was purple with shame... on the way he was talking and I wasn't even listening... then he started to move the machine and ask beastly questions about the matter... as I've read about the subject I told everything I knew to try to impress him... more in one was exactly what he wanted... Then out of nowhere he asks: - Do you have a boyfriend? - It's not... - You've never been in a relationship? - Well, why? - I was just wondering... - No, not yet. - You don't feel like dating? - sometimes... - and why don't you date? - I don't know. At that time a pen he had in his jacket pocket fell to the floor and I turned to pick it up and he put his hand on my thigh And he looked at me differently... - Well, you're giving me a hard-on... my dick is so hard now... I was dying of shame and he noticed... but instead of walking away and a little scared I looked at his dick growing inside his pants full of horny... he tried to take off my blouse and I told him to turn off the light... but he turned it off and ripped my blouse and my bra and began to lick the cock of my breasts. It wasn't dark because there was a bright light coming from outside... he locked the door of course... I took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt and unbuttoned with my mouth the zipper of his pants... his dick was barking so hard and I started kissing and licking over his panties... then he spoke - You know how to suck? - Well... I can try if you'll guide me. - He pulled his dick out of his pants and I fell on my face... first I just licked the head, then I licked and kissed the member until I put the head in my mouth and sucked... that's when he went crazy with a hard-on... His dick was almost all in my mouth, it wasn't that big, he'd suck it all up and lick it and kiss the little head. I sucked a lot, sometimes I'd go down and suck his balls... one thing that made him really mad was when I stuck my tongue in that little hole in his stick where the fucking comes out... Sometimes I'd cover my dick with that skin and suck and then I'd find out and I'd suck the glade... and then I'd start sucking everything back and forth faster and faster... and he'd grab my head and pull my hair... and he'd call me a bitch, bitch and stuff... I sucked faster and faster, protecting my teeth for fear of hurting him... until he poured it all into my mouth, I didn't miss a drop if you will... I've never felt that thick, warm, salty liquid go down my throat before. The stick was still hard... and he said: - Now your little bitch I'm gonna eat your pussy I'm gonna rip your head off... I was scared because I'd never done it before... he put both his fingers in my b... of course I was wet even though I was nervous... he started to put his stick in the entrance more without putting just rubbed... while sucking my breasts and my neck... Within an hour he fit in and I felt the little head was inside... I got nervous... he kissed me and whispered some dirty words in my ear... He started coming in more and more, just slowly... driving me crazy... I started to like it and relaxed... it was a delight! only the bastard at that time put the dick with everything inside me... I hurt for damn I moaned very much like a bitch! And then I started talking about how I was in pain, obviously bleeding from a ruptured hymen. He'd bite me and suck my neck and my earlobe and he'd go in harder and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster. The veins in his dick were getting wider and wider and the stitches were getting faster and faster and I could just feel his balls beating faster and faster on my groin... a delight... He had a good time in the back... I felt a hot liquid washing my uterus... what a boner, I enjoyed that hour together with him... we were kissing with his dick inside without taking it off we were like that for a few minutes until it softened.... Then I put on my clothes and helped him with his... we didn't talk about anything... talk about what? he just gave me a very nice kiss with a very wet and long tongue and I left because there was hardly anyone at the party anymore.. When I left I felt like a real woman, more with a lot of shame... it seemed that people looked at me in a different way as if they knew what I had just done, paranoia of course... strange feeling... I came home and went to bed just remembering the climb with my favorite male... tri good... After that in the classes he treated me differently always affectionate with me, the other girls noticed it... they even commented... more I didn't care... That year we climbed more often, he decapitated my ass too, but that's another story! When the year was over, I never saw him again. I was too ashamed to call. I'm 17 now.