Her favorite teacher
by Comletely Yours


Mr. Smith came to the security in the gate and told her:
- Today I start working in the college. I was employed yesterday and still I donīt have ID of
the college, but...
- Everything is good, I was informed, - slightly smiled the security, a sportive tall woman
about 20 years old in black uniform, which reminded Mr. Smith the uniform of women of SS in
Hitlerīs Germany. - Welcome to our college, Mr. Smith.
She stood up from strangely for a college wide and comfortable bench with with black velvet on
it  which for some reason was crumpled, as if someone (or someones) were longingly twisting and
turning himself on it, and headed to the iron door. 
Mr. Smith instinctively looked from back at the lower part of her body and suddenly felt some
worrying feel. Judging on that how her buttock were seen through the the tight skirt above the
shining leather half-boots, she was not wearing something under the skirt... exactly like the
principal of the college, a 30 years old, perfectly shaped woman, who had interviewed and hired
him. When she was walking towards him in her office, welcomingly streching the hand to him, her
convex powerful pelvis clearly wasnīt separated from the out world by something except the thin
silk of the skirt tightly streched on  her  hips and legs. Even the curly pubic-hair was
appearing via the silk with every her step.
The security unlocked the door which thundered with deep metal roar, and purred:
Please, come in, Mr. Smith.And she was looking at him not move the glance out when Mr. Smith was
walking via the terminal 
And the new teacher of the respected in the city and very expensive college started his first
working day.
About strange nuances in outfits of the principal and the security he at once forgot.
He was walking trough the court of the college in the direction of the building, and all
astonishly handsome girls-students and all no less nice teachers-women, all shining with
white-teeth smiles were greeting him politely: 
Good morning, Mr. Smith.
Some reason there were no boys  and no men-teachers in the court, but Mr. Smith did not attach
any importance to this.
He came in the building and there saw first students-boys. 
For some reason they, in variaty from the girls, didnīt show an enthusiasm, but just formally
were greeting him and were hurrying along walls to their classrooms. And some way they was not
having fresh healthy view like the girls. All of them were some pale, scared and quiet , and
they were looking very tired and exhausted. All of them had strangely puffed, red and cracked
lips, and many of them were with powdered faces, and from under powder of some of them was seen
wide blue places, as if theirs faces were beaten by some wide and not very rigid things.
Slightly astonished, Mr. Smith continued walking through the corridor, on this way he tried to
open doors of a few class-rooms, but at some reason they were locked, and when he started to
walk farther, in the end of the corridor  suddenly sounded the sound of being unlocked door, and
from that classroom, not hurrying, a very nice girl-student went in the corridor . She was out
of breath and not looking around was pulling down edges of her skirt, which for some reason were
lifted to the pelvis, and now Mr. Smith distinctly saw, that she had no underwear and her long
curly pubic hair were in full disorder - twisted and bonded like bushes in Jungle - as if
someone furiously was digging in there.
To this moment the cutie finally smothered the skirt on her hips, straightened in the full
height, started to fix the blouse, which was also in full disorder, and in this moment lifted
the glance and saw Mr. Smith.
Immediately the sweet wide smile shined on her face, and she started to come to him, swinging
the hips. She came to him and tenderly sang:
- Goooood moooorning, Mr. Smith.
Her young breast as if casually touched him, and he not knowing why felt fear. 
He felt himself as a rabbit in front of anaconda from which no saving and pityness.
- I am so glad, that you are among us, - softly continued the cutie. - I love adult men. And
especially a teacher... it will be particuarly piquantly. There are all teachers only woman,
and... they are our conkurents on the boys-students. Not telling about that when they want, they
use and us as they want. This fuckin principal raped me four times during one week, and other
teachers always want and use us ... but at least she hired you... so I grateful to her. Now I am
hurring to the lesson - if Ill be late that fuckin bitch-teacher will smother me to death,
but... very soon weīll have a celebration with each other, my dear favorite teacher.
She touched with a fingers his lips and sentenced:
- Nice mouth. See you.
And she ran away.
Frozen by first horrific understanding, Mr. Smith for a few minutes was staying without a move.
And afterwards he ran to the classroom, from which the cutie left a few minutes ago.
At beginning he noticed inside nothing exstraordinary until heard a faint groan from behind the
last line of tables.
And he carrefully moved in the direction of the sound.
The boy was laying on the floor, twisted as a piece of fabric. His trousers were pulled down and
from his torn bleeding ass was protruding a huge plastic dick with belts for fixing on hips of a
rapist. THe boyīs own dick was tightly tied up by a thin rope exactly beside testicles and was
absolutely violet. But most terrible was his face - puffed, bruised, broken, bleeding, with the
smashed lips.All his face was in curly hairs from the crotch of the cutie.

Terror-stricken, Mr. Smith tiptoes ran to the door, but sudden sound from the corridor of
another being opened lock forced him to stop.
He very carefully looked from the classroom into the corridor... and saw, about what he already
had guessed - another cutie, with the pink cheeks and a contented face was coming to the
corridor, often and slightly tiredly breathing and pulling the edges of her skirt down and
correcting it on the knees. She already had finished with the skirt and started to bring in
order her blouse, when another lock of another door clicked, and a next disheveled and out of
breath, absolutely innocently looking girl with still lifted to the pelvis skirt appeared from
the door.
The beginning of the lessons was nearing. The locks of the doors of the classrooms started
clicked one after one and lively contentous girls one after one were jumping out from the doores
and rushing outside.  And only when all of them escaped to the court of the school, their
beastly raped and literally crushed victims began to creep out from the classrooms.
They, hardly moving, were not looking on sides, and Mr Smith used this opportunity in order to
also run from the building.
He remembered the further vaguely. Stunningly beautiful schoolgirls shining with toothy smiles
and greeting him "Good morning, Mr Smith", the teachers (all women) also expressing greatest
(and how he was already suspecting) absolutely sincere joy), the introduction of him in front of
the staff and students by the principal in her tight skirt with clearly protruded  hairy pelvis
without underwear, quiet, half dead, barely rearranging legs schoolboys, the first lesson, the
further lessons which he didnīt remember at all...
What he remembered very clearly was the end of his lessons on this day. The last call sounded,
the crowd of students ran from the classroom out, and Mr Smith with horror, despair and feeling
of full unprotectness saw the cutie of this morning.
THe cutie who left behind the last line of tables the beaten and raped by her boy.
The boy, raped by all possible methods.
She smiled him again and with this smile stood up. She absolutely calmly, not hurrying and not
worrying, came to the door and locked it.
And - she came to him, and during the time, she was coming he, sitting without a move, suddenly
understood that everything what will happen with him now and here is absolutely unavoidable...
and absolutely terrible.
She came and sat in front of him on the table, slightly apart legs.
- At last, - she wispered. - I was so wating this moment. 
And she, not losing more time, took him for hair and and jerked him forward and down and this
way forced him to kneel.
Now her crotch, covered with the form school skirt, was exactly in front of his face.
She lifted the skirt and apparted the legs slightly wider. Her hairy mighty cunt was as if
mounting  above him and the her labia and the crack between them were already moist owing the
excitment and sweet anticipation.

Mr. Smithīs despair and feeling of doomed was unmerciful and totally oppressive.
He already is a formal teacher of the college. He signed the contract. Where as he suddenly
remembered was a sentence: "Every teacher of the college is obliged to develope all potentions
and perspective interests of his students: intellectual and physical". Only now Mr. Smith
understood, why among interests and perspectives of students were not mentioned moral interests
and perspectives. Morality always restricts intellectual and especially physical.
And what the cutie forces him do under her skirt right now formally, of course, is developing
her physical perspectives and interests.
If heīll try to refuse: firstly, it will be violation of the conditions of the contract,
secondly she, undoubtedly, crazy and constantly sexually excited slut has all humanīs and civil
rights to rape him... brutally, unmercfully, without remorse and moral and formal restricts -
like she raped that kid in the classroom this morning.
And reckoning, how cockyly and brazenly, calmly and demandly she is looking at him -  her
teacher bended on his knees under her skirt and who now hopelessly is looking in the single eye
of her cunt, she knows it very well.
The cutie again slightly pulled him for the hair to her cunt.
An Mr. Smith protruded his tongue and, tiredly blinking by the eyes, touched her genital cleft
by the tip of the tongue.
The pussy opened itself with a lustful wet champing, and the dense heavy moisture slowly flowed
on his lower lip and chin.
Mr. Smith, trying to restrict the vomitsī spasms,  convulsively twitched back, but the hand on
his head again jerked him to the crotch, pressing his face into the cunt, and the labia, already
greedly opened as if sucked the low part of his face inside and at once started convulsingly
shrinking, and Mr. Smith heard, as the cutie slightly moaned above him, firmly gripping his
hair, and Mr. Smith with horror understood that it is an only the beginning... the beginning of
eternaty. 
The beginning without an end...
Mr. Smith returned in the consciousness, because the hot and strong flow of liquid hit his face.
It was urine of the cutie which was pissing on him, sitting on his face.
- Come on wake up, - she funnely shouted to him, looking at him from up.
Her face was again pink and excited as several hours ago, when he first time saw  her, leaving
the classroom with the broken there by her raping kid.
She was looking at Mr Smith from up, and her eyes were shining.
- Wake up, my favorite teacher, we only started... a very-very little bit.
Mr. Smith, lying on the floor directly under his teacherīs table, deafed, muted, squashed,
mistly started to remember all what happened... fortunately, it was not too much to remember: he
was licking and sucking her cunt, the cutie was groaning from pleasure, wriggling on him and she
was pulling his face more and more tight onto her crotch, and when it became not enough for her
she kicked him in the face and by this kick threw him down on the floor, and immediately jumped
on him, sat on his face by all her weight and started already really to grind him in the floor.
Weeping and writhing in agony Mr. Smith tryed to push her out from his face, but the  single
what he achieved was that she tightly jammed her thighs together and pressed from above on his
face with all her weight, and Mr Smith stayed totally without air. He was weeping and writhing
and struggling and he, airless, was weakening and weakening and in the end of ends drowned in
the darkness of unconsciousness and the last what he felt, how the ruthless cutie whisperly
wheezed, wriggling on him in the ecstasy of orgasm.
Of course - it is a school, you have to keep silence, nobody can shout in full voice even in the
ecstasy of orgasm, even the principal, how Mr Smith knew later - being suffocated already under
her long decorous skirt. 
He returned into the consciousness when the cutie rotated him by his torn face down. Her
impatient hands slightly lifted his ass, quickly flew down under his stomach, found the belt of
his trousers, in one second unbelted it, at once reached to the zipper of the trousers, with one
movement unzipped it.
And in the next moment with one jerk she pulled his trousers on the level of his knees and by
the whole body piled on him from behind.
Her silky hair fell on his head and hung down in front of his face, she was often and heavy
breathing, hastily was moving and wriggling above him, something searching on his bottom by her
left hand, afterwards her damp hot fingers found, what they seeking for - his anus. 
The understanding what is going on only began to come to his head, when something fat and cold
touched the ring of his anus and at next moment started to move forward tearing his ass.
The pain was blunt and and blinding, because of which all his body desperately tensed and at the
same time weakened, opening itself to the invader. 
He tried to whine, hardly pressing the whining out through his screwed by the pain throat, but
the hot palm of the cutie, who - the very, as he already understood, skilled and experienced
rapist - clearly waited this and at once jammed his mouth, blocking any sound.
It is a school, ladies and gentlemen, you have to keep silence, nobody can shout in full voice
even being furely and sorriesly raped by a dildo in his (or her) ass.
He again lost concionous and drowned in the mercifull depth of unconsciousness.
Later he regained consciousness, but he was remembering the further very misty. His smushed face
and torn ass were groaning owing unbearable pain, the curly hairs of her pubic in his mouth,
throat and nose were not letting him to breath, everything were looking unreal and fearable, and
only her heavy tight breastes, moving on his face and her wet vagina moving on his insensible
dick were real, the cutie was orgasming again and again with muffled moans, he again and again
was losing consciousness and was regaining consciousness, and the single real world was the
same: the blunt and at the same time sharp unbearble pain  in his face and his ass, tearing his
brain, and the young heavy body unbreakably moving on him, wet cave of the vagina, mercilessly
grinding his unhappy penis - burning and shouting because of the wild torture, and her long
silky, soft, tender hair, fell on his wet face and screened from him all world.

The epilogue

Mr Smith slowly, with the deep hardly hearable groan turned on the right side and started
carefully untie the silk ribbon for womenīs hair, very rigidly tied his penis under the balls.
THe penis and the balls were looking terrible - blue-red - and the pain when he at last released
them, was terrible too.
He stood on the shaking feet and slowly moved to the door. THe classroom was entirely empty and
dark, and there was no one sound in the college - all people left it during the long-long time
during which the cutie were enjoying on him.
Mr Smith went from the classroom, left the building and started crossing the lawn, directing
himself to the gate...
It was necessary to hurry. He needed to prepare himself to the lessons of his next job day in
the college.
The door of the cabin of security staff opened in front of him absolutely without a sound.
- I hope, you had a lucky first day in our college, - the woman in the uniform tenderly smiled
to him and pulled him inside. - But you look tired, Mr. Smith. I think a little break in such
hard job will recreate your forces.
Telling him all of this she slowly but unstoply was leading him in the side room. Mr Smith
already understood everything and doomely was going, where she was pulling him.
She forced him to sit on her wide and comfortable bench with the black crumpled velvet on it
(now Mr Smith was understanding very good, why itīs crumpled) and at once lifted her skirt
revealing the dark  bushy lavish pubic hair and moistly gleam slit between fat lips in them.
She opened the  lips of the labia with the fingers of the left hand and her clit immediately
engorged itself from the wet depths of the cunt and aimed exactly in the Mr Smithīs mouth in
front of it.
Hastily and deeply breathing the woman placed her still free right hand on his head and pushed
to the crotch.
And Mr Smith diligently started to lick and suck, hurrying to lead her to her first orgasm until
she will sit in his face and begin to smother him and afterwards inventily to fuck him by
various methods, enjoying new and new orgasmes.

The end.