My name is Rebecca, and my story is not unlike many young girls. I grew up in a Christian household with strict parents and lacked many of the freedoms of my friends. When I became pregnant, it was quite a scandal in our church community. My parents forced me to quit school and have the baby, and my baby's father left town to go live with his grandparents in another state. I became a shut-in, having few friends and no social life. My parents shielded me from boys I'd meet at church or the supermarket. So, when I turned eighteen, my life revolved around my daughter Amber, and I had no personal life to speak of.
From the time she started school, she absorbed knowledge and was an excellent student. I was so proud of her and happy to attend the sixth-grade beginning-of-the-year open house. Being in middle school meant all new teachers and counselors. As Amber checked out her new school, I met with her teachers and advisors. I sat down with Mr. Marks, her academic advisor, and his questions initially intimidated me. Where was my husband? Why didn't I finish school? Did I live alone with Amber? I felt like I was being interrogated while he stared at my breasts the whole time. Amber had eight teachers, six young male teachers, and two women.
The two women were wonderful to meet, and we talked about what Amber could expect in their classes. The six men mirrored Mr. Mark's behavior, questioning me about my personal life and making me feel dumb and worthless. When they showed me around their classrooms, they were all very handsy, putting their hands on my back, shoulders, and hips. I felt very violated at the end of the open house. I got the impression that if Amber didn't do well in middle school, it would be all my fault. Amber liked middle school. Multiple teachers gave her varying views on life and subject matter, and she seemed to eat it up. But when her first report card came home, I was shocked to see her grades: four D's and two C-'s from her male teachers and two A's from her female teachers.
My parents lectured me, "Rebecca, you'd better get on the ball, or Amber is going to flunk."
"I don't understand it. She's so smart," I responded.
I worked with Amber on her homework, but much was over my head. About a week after the report cards were issued, Amber brought a note from Mr. Mark's home.
"Ms. Ryan, I want to alert you to Amber's achievement in class so far. After consulting with her teachers, we feel that a drastic change must occur to ensure that Amber is promoted at the end of the year."
I was floored, unnerved, and scared all at once. I hid the note from my parents, who would have blamed me for the entire situation. I spoke with Amber, and she said that she had done well on quizzes and tests in all her classes.
"Honey, I haven't seen your quiz or test papers. Where are they?" I asked.
"Mr. Marks puts them in my file," she answered.
"Does he do that with everyone in your class?" I asked.
"Um, I don't know, he just takes mine," she replied.
I wrote a note to Mr. Marks and gave it to Amber to take to school.
"Mr. Marks, thank you for alerting me to Amber's situation. I'm shocked she's not performing well. She has been a strong A student until this year. I will work with you and her teachers to ensure her success this school year."
Amber bounced in the door after school and handed me another note from Mr. Marks.
"Ms. Ryan, we’re glad you're on board. It will be imperative that you work personally with Amber's teachers and me to guarantee her success. If you're willing to do everything and anything to make her school year a success, we can move forward."
I read the note, not knowing what all that meant, but Amber's success was my success in my parent's eyes. I replied to Mr. Marks.
"Yes, let's proceed, for Ambers's sake,"
I received a note from Mr. Marks saying he wanted to meet me to show me his plan and schedule for me and the teachers. After I dropped Amber off at school on Friday, he wanted to meet at a coffee shop on Main Street. I thought it odd; he didn't want to meet at school, but I figured he had his reasons. On Friday morning, I dropped off Amber and went to meet Mr. Marks at the coffee shop. The "Bitter Bean" was a first-floor business in a condominium building. I sat outside and waited for Mr. Marks to arrive, watching for a car to pull up. Instead, I watched as he exited the condo owner's door of the building and walked my way.
"Good morning, Rebecca; you look beautiful this morning," he said, smiling.
"You…you, live here?" I asked, surprised and nervous.
"Yes, I own a condo on the second floor; we’ll head up there after we chat a bit," he said, admiring my tits.
"What?" I said, my head spinning.
I'm glad you came. Your role is critical if Amber is to succeed this year. I know that as a loving mother, you'll do everything we ask of you," he said, putting his hand on mine.
"Well, I'm not sure what I can bring to the table; after all, you are the teachers," I said, totally confused by what he meant.
"You're going to help us with things outside the classroom," he said, smiling at me.
"I'm a bit slow, Mr. Marks; I don't understand," I said, frustrated.
"Let's go to my condo, and I'll explain everything. I have your schedule with the teachers up there," he said.
"What? I don’t know what you want or expect from me. Why do I need to go to your condo?" I asked, alarmed.
"Well, Rebecca, it's where you'll do most of your work," he said plainly.
I sat there speechless.
"I don't understand any of this; I can come up for just a minute to get the schedule," I said, getting up.
We walked to his condo, and he opened the door.
"Come in, make yourself at home," he said.
"I said I could just stay a minute. Where's the schedule?" I asked, wanting to leave as quickly as I could.
"Well, the teachers and I decided that each session with you would last around an hour," He offered.
"Session, what sessions, for me? Why?" "I asked, clueless.
"The ones where you pay for your daughter's grades," he said.
"Why would I pay for her grades? I don't understand. I don't have money to pay you. That's blackmail," I cried.
"All you need is your abundant charms; you’re an extremely sexy young woman," Mr. Marks clarified.
"Oh God, no, I couldn't, I won't," I cried.
"Very well, we won't force you, but if you don't, your daughter will fail and be held back a year," he said.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I cried.
I sat on the couch and began to cry as thoughts swirled through my head. Mr. Marks opened a door and revealed a large bed with just a top sheet and some pillows. If I didn't understand what was expected of me before seeing the bed, seeing it made it crystal clear. Mr. Mark stood by the door for a while, and I cried. Then, he walked over and extended his hand to me.
"It's time for you to decide. Rebecca, lead me to the front door, and you're free, but your daughter fails. Lead me to the bedroom and the teachers, and I will make sure she's an A student," he told me.
I stood up and froze; my feet wouldn’t move. As I sobbed openly, he put his arm around my shoulder and slowly led me to the bedroom. once inside, he closed the door. I watched as he removed his shirt and trousers and approached me.
"Lift your arms for me, baby," he asked softly.
My body shook as I cried, and he lifted my shirt over my head.
"No, please don't make me," I wailed.
He un-fastened my bra and slipped it off me, fondling my breasts and tweaking my nipples.
"Wow, your breasts are gorgeous," He smiled.
He knelt and unbuttoned my shorts.
"Please don't," I cried out.
He wiggled them over my hips, and they fell to the carpet; he held them while I stepped out of them. I looked to the ceiling and sobbed as my panties slid down my legs.
"Ok baby, go climb in bed," he ordered softly.
"No, please, no," I cried as I climbed onto his bed.
Mr. Marks dropped his shorts, and my eyes widened when I saw his fat nine-inch cock standing straight up.
"Please don't make me do this. It's not fair," I cried.
"Fair has nothing to do with it, Rebecca," he said as he joined me on the bed.
I was sitting on my legs, and he lay before me.
"Ok, baby, suck my cock for me," he asked.
I just sat there looking at the huge cock.
"What's wrong? Start sucking it," he said, sounding perturbed.
"I don't know how," I bawled
"You've never sucked a cock before?" he asked bewildered.
"No," I sobbed openly.
"All right, I'll teach you how," he said.
Over the next twenty minutes, Mr. Marks taught me how to suck a man's cock. I was trembling when my lips brushed against his rubbery tip. And the hair on the back of my neck stood up when my tongue licked the tip for the first time. He had me kiss and lick it, getting my first taste of cock. I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around it, and pushed it into my mouth, my teeth initially scaping his cock and causing him to jump. It took a few minutes to figure out how to pull them out of the way. Soon my head was bobbing up and down on his hard cock, and I was giving my first blowjob.
My eyes shot open when I began to taste something salty in my mouth.
"I'm tasting something strange," I said, pulling his cock from my mouth.
"Yeah, don't worry, Becca, that's just my cum. You'll be getting a mouthful of it soon. Just swallow it. It's all protein and won't hurt you," he said, trying to comfort me.
I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to bob my head again as the amount of cum increased. It didn't taste bad, and actually, I liked it, so I continued to suck his cock. I felt his cock swell a bit in my mouth, and his body tensed up before his cock jerked in my mouth, and the hair on my neck stood on end.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck, yeah," He moaned.
The tip of his cock exploded, and my mouth was filled for the first time with thick white salty cum. I panicked, trying to figure out what to do with it. It just kept pouring into my mouth. Finally, when my mouth could hold no more, I closed my eyes and swallowed the enormous load of cum. I sucked and swallowed until he stopped shooting it, and then licked the cum off the tip and sat up.
"Wow, that was great for your first time. You'll get plenty of practice from now on. Ok, Rebecca, lie on your back, and we'll fuck now," Mr. Marks said softly.
I lay down, beginning to cry again, as he crawled between my legs and kissed my pussy, causing me to jump. He sucked my pussy into his mouth, causing me to arch my back as my pussy tingled. I'd never had a man's mouth on my pussy before, and my entire body was electric. His tongue split my pussy lips, and the tip of his tongue teased my swelling clit.
"Oh," I moaned softly.
He sucked and licked my pussy, and I was squirming under the power of his tongue.
"Umm, oh, oh," my body responded to the talented tongue and mouth.
He sucked my tiny pussy into his mouth, squeezing my sex juices into his mouth and driving me wild.
"Oh, yeah, oh God," I moaned.
"I didn't know what was happening to me. I'd never been with a man in bed before, just the boy that fucked me and knocked me up. His tongue was having its way with my clit, my whole body was feeling pleasure, and I felt something building within me. My hips gently pushed toward his tongue as he twisted my nipples, causing my body to twist underneath him.
"Oh, oh, oh, God," I moaned as the pleasure boiled up in my loins.
Mr. Marks was twisting my nipples and spanking my clit with his tongue, and the pleasure in my body overflowed, and I launched into an orgasm years in the making.
"Oh, God, oh God, yeah, yeah," I cried.
Pleasure coursed through my body, and my body squirmed as his mouth was glued to my throbbing pussy.
"Oh, oh, stop, I can't take anymore," I cried.
Mr. Mark's face glistened with my juice as he left my pussy. I was out of breath and panting like a dog in heat. I lay there as Mr. Marks sat up and stretched his big cock out. I lay there on my back with my legs spread as he crawled between them. My pussy was so aroused and wet that it was bubbling. Mr. Marks positioned his cock in my pussy lips and pushed forward as I began to cry. He moved forward, and the head of his cock lodged in my fuck slot before my pussy lips blossomed open, and the head of his huge cock popped inside me.
Oh, oh," I cried at being stretched so quickly.
He was gentle with me, pushing slowly and letting my pussy adjust to only its second guest.
Umm, yeah," I moaned, betraying me.
He pushed further, his cock slowly driving deeper and deeper inside my tiny straining pussy.
"Oh, oh, it's so big," I moaned.
Having claimed enough real estate, he began to fuck me. My body rocked gently back and forth, and my tits rolled in circles. I felt his cock slipping deeper and deeper into my pussy, the walls of my pussy holding onto the invader.
"Um, um, yeah," It felt wonderful.
I was getting fucked for the second time but by a man, not a boy, and I was a woman and was suddenly responding. His pace quickened as I spread my legs wider, wanting more of his cock inside me.
"Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, more," I begged for more cock.
He pushed forward and slid in all the way, and he fucked me harder as I wrapped my legs around his back.
"Yeah, fuck me," I whispered as my years of frustration were washed away.
I was losing control. I had to hold it together and thought I could somehow stop him. But I felt the well of pleasure building again. I was going to cum.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, do me," I cried as I came on his hard cock.
My body quivering underneath him as he fucked me silly. He fucked and fucked me, his cock glistening with my pussy juice, and I felt another orgasm build as my pussy grew sore.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah," He moaned as his cock jerked inside me, and he filled my unprotected belly with his sperm.
His coming in me sent me over the edge, and I came again.
"Oh, oh, yeah, oh God," I screamed.
My body shook underneath him as we both came. Mr. Marks pumped his cock in me for a while before pulling his long snake out of me. He sat on the bed and dressed as I sat against a pile of pillows with my legs spread. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and two men walked in.
"Hey!" I yelled as I covered up with a sheet.
"Oh, hey Tom, how was she," one of them asked.
"Her pussy is brand new, and she fucks like a dream," Mr. Marks told them.
The men started to pull off their shirts
"Awe, great, I can use some good pussy," he said.
"No, she needs to be broken in slowly, only one guy a day for a while," Mr. Marks told the men.
I dressed in front of the men and prepared to walk home. Mr. Marks told me.
Rebecca, come here around noon tomorrow with Amber. She’ll get some tutoring by one of us while your fucking in the bedroom,”