My teacher has taught me much more than I want

We were at that age where girls only talk about boys, and our group of girls looked like a bunch of nerds; we talked about their beauty or clothes or bodies but never sex. It was the beginning of attraction to the opposite gender. I wondered if one day we'd be able to openly discuss what we thought and didn't say, or whether we would continue pretending that guys don't have sex. Even those who had siblings weren't talking about their genders. In fact, we weren' t even talking about our own genders either. But that I had a tremendous curiosity, there it was. I'd seen my brother since childhood naked. Older than me now young man but we were not ashamed to be nude in front of each other. When we were hurrying even took baths together. But my curiosity began one day when I suddenly entered into the room of my brother. He was preparing to go out but he was still naked. His sex caught my attention. Accustomed always seeing him rocking and grinding, now I saw him hard up and pointing forward. My brother was frightened of me and immediately turned to my side and kept putting on his clothes as if nothing had happened. It was the first time I saw in him that shame for seeing him naked. I didn't pay enough attention to it, so I also ran to finish preparing myself. One morning I woke up strange. A weird feeling felt in my pussy. I passed my hand and a desire which I had been passing through. Like a tickle but one I wanted to keep feeling. That was a great wish. So I stayed in bed, touching and rubbing my pussy. More and more of it was tasting good to me. In the midst of all these sensations I noticed that my pussy got bigger, softer, fatter. But even this which would be a worry didn't stop me from playing and scrubbing. I woke up at lunchtime, scared and ashamed because I was all wet and thought that I had urinated in bed. I went to the bathroom, took a shower and washed my panties making sure it wasn't peeing. I have a cousin who lives across the street from me, older than me and very close friend of mine; she even has a boyfriend. I walked over to her with great curiosity overcome by shame told what happened. One Sunday afternoon I found out everything - or almost everything- about sex. She even told me that soon a little blood would come out of my pussy, but I didn't have to worry because it was going to be my period. Menstruation I already knew what it was, just hadn't gotten my first one yet. Now with a doctorate in sexology, I went home calm and happy. I wasn't good at chemistry, really not well at all. If this continued I wouldn't make it through the year. My mother heard from a friend who hired a private tutor for her daughter and he was very good. When she told me that I would be home-schooled by a teacher who was hired, I got kind of upset. A stranger...I'm not very close to strangers, especially private tutors. Usually gentlemen and ladies older than my parents ...The day came for the first lesson.
I'm the chemistry teacher your mother hired, and you are her student.
- Yes, I answered half-heartedly.
My mother showed up, and soon she was putting him at ease. He asked for my books that I quickly got; he asked me some questions to situate himself about the level of knowledge on this subject...and we started classes. Sometimes he would even put me on his leg to sit and play with me, but one of those times when I leaned against his leg in order to get up from his lap my hand touched something hard that seemed out of context so naturally I looked at this point and noticed there was a protrusion underneath the clothing over here. The first two buttons of my blouse had opened and I, without a bra on, was with the little breasts exposed. I closed it quickly and went back to the room intimately dying from shame. At night, I was almost asleep when a light lit up in my brain and woke me. I remembered what my cousin had taught me and hard sex for my brother.
- I almost thought you said it out loud.
What I had touched was his hard sex for seeing my little breasts! I felt sorry, but at the same time proud to have made a man get excited. The classes continued, but it wasn't like that anymore. My mind kept thinking about this touch... when I saw my curiosity pointed me towards an earnest and uncontrollable desire to touch him again, know what he looked like. And temptation became present. The opportunity had arisen and they, besides the kisses, touched each other on their penises. What she told me about what a boy's sex was like when excited practically drove me crazy and even crazier when I caught myself at night masturbating in bed -I learned this- thinking of my teacher. An idea that I could not resist, which was stronger than me. Approaching the time of class, I took a shower and perfumed myself with perfume on my body T-shirt covering my little breasts without bra round skirt wide but very short but did not give up underpants so I waited for my teacher ... at the right moment as always punctual he rang the bell went to answer and pretending immense joy jumped into his neck saying:
- What are you doing?
He gave me a little kiss on the cheek and walked away from him. I went in front of him to his study table where there were books pretending an innocent dance. I rolled around, circling myself imitating a ballet step. With that movement I was sure my skirt had risen up and showed everything down to my panties... aka diminutive.
I'm lonely and hate being alone.
He couldn't say no. I put my head on his chest and was glued to him, feeling the smell of it and the trembling of his body that hit him. Pretended not to notice and stood there. I was the devil in person. An old aunt of mine said that water dies down, fire dies up and woman when she wants to give nobody safe [Hi! hi!...] With her hand holding me smoothly moved my arm from elbow almost to shoulders back and forth... going up, coming down ... I gently turned my body making your hand touch necessarily these movements, my little breast. Because I had no bra and a very light T-shirt, it was as if he were touching my breast live. I pretended not to notice that and so did he. Two pretend assholes... As I sat on his left leg, soon felt the growth of volume under me. He began to get restless and saying that really must go away. But I grabbed him more strongly asking him to stay a little longer. I could feel with my right thigh the now indiscernible volume of its hard pints. But kept pretending that didn't matter. Of so much insisting for him to stay agreed, in a moment, stay some more:
"Just a little longer", he said, and I stood still for an instant letting him caress my nipple with the back of his hand.
- Why do we feel nice things when we touch certain parts of our bodies?
- What do you mean?
- For example, I said you passing your hand on my arm hits me in the nipple and I feel a nice thing. Feel want more ... I think that was the last straw. Showed him my serious intentions. He spread his hand over my little breast and caressing it asked:
Is that good?
- I babbled and closed my eyes with pleasure.
He then put his hand under my shirt and began to caress me more and more tenderly on my little breasts. Then the beaks became hard, and I couldn't hold out a deep sigh; he pressed me against his body again and again. He let go of my small boobs and tried to smooth my thighs... opened my legs yielding to the caresses. He understood and sought for my jacket. When touching it I felt an indefinable sensation. He slipped it over the already completely wet panties. He pulled me from above his leg and made me sit in the armchair. He crouched down in front of me and, putting both hands under my skirt he pulled out and took off my panties. I had closed my eyes and could not open them with a mixture of shame, cowardice and desire. He pushed my skirt upwards and opened my legs more widely. He was now looking at my cunt - new, whitish and still very little hairy. He kissed my thighs and gave small but gentle bites until it reached my cunt which, getting wet and throbbing, received his kisses that over time turned into delicious licks and suckings. Something was happening inside me, and suddenly the whole interior of my pussy began to pulsate desperately. At first gently but then convulsively. More liquid started flowing from it in a larger volume that was completely consumed by my teacher's suckers. When he noticed that my seizures had ceased and I was totally soft, he stood up and sat tight beside me. My breath followed his one thousandth. Embracing him with my head on his chest, I rested for a while. I opened my eyes and looked to see if that mound between his legs was still there... it was. Without any shame, I reached for this thick hard thing making a lot of noise underneath his trousers. If he already had trouble breathing when I touched him, it got worse. He made no gesture to stop me. He noticed and in an act of madness, he raised his ass and pulled everything down: pants, panties. Exposed to me, for my joy, its hard sex pointing upwards. Immediately I grabbed it and was caressing him. Then he took out his hand and drew the skin down exposing a beautiful pink head. I had learned one more thing. I grasped that head and felt its softness and delicacy even though inside it is tough as wood. It was wet. I soaked my finger and brought it into my mouth to taste... half-salty. I stood there playing with his sex, watching him breathe more and more in agony. He took my hand wrapping it around his penis and teaching me how to move it by doing shuttle movements. Now he groaned desperately.
- Keep going.
Since this made him happy, I accelerated even more. Then I felt his penis begin to pulsate. Having convulsions just like the one that I had experienced. In a seizure his penis threw out in strong streams an abundant milky liquid which wet all my hand and clothes and splashed on the floor. As I kept moving my hand up and down he held it forcing me to stop. I continued standing still holding his penis and feeling its heartbeat... He stood still as if fainting. Gradually I began to feel his penis soften in my hand. Revived he said:
- Put your clothes on and get yourself together while I go to the bathroom.
I put on my panties; I packed up my clothes. He came out of the bathroom already refurbished and carrying a wet towel in his hand, he cleaned everything where his spit had spilled its milkshake and asked me to place it into the laundry basket and if anyone ever asks about this any excuse we never repeated that madness again but from that day forward whenever there was an opportunity he would take his sex outside for me to grab and I'd run out of underwear so he could get at my skirt occasionally masturbating him over his clothing and sometimes doing the same thing with me It was a pity that my private tutor graduated and returned to his homeland... how much I miss him!