Extra Credit, Chapter 3

by Paige

Sometimes I wonder if I really have a teen fetish. I mean, there are few things sexier than seeing one of my pretty female students between my legs, staring in awe at my glistening pussy. I love the way they shriek when I grab their nipples. I love being called "Miss Russell" when their little cunts explode with cum. So I guess teens really do turn me on.

But as far as the type of sex that's accompanied by tender, caring affection, I only really get that from Anna. She's sixteen, but I don't think that's why I love fucking her so much. It wouldn't matter if she was sixteen or sixty- she treats me like a princess, takes tremendous pleasure in fulfilling my needs, is never selfish, and she loves to fuck me!

Anna and her best friend Bailey are in almost all the same classes, except for lunch. Anna is very shy, so she doesn't really hang out with anyone but Bailey. I told her she can eat lunch in my room, and she gladly takes me up on that offer almost every day.

We got close pretty fast. We like the same music, the same TV shows, and the same movies. Sometimes when she didn’t have Spanish Club or Drill Team, she would stay after and clean my boards or wipe down desks or whatever I needed her to do.

Usually, when I fuck a student, it’s because they need extra credit. The day I break it to them that they need extra credit, I spend that class period working extra hard to seduce them. You know, giving them some nice views of my cleavage, touching them on the shoulder when I talk to them, strutting around with my little ass swinging from side to side.

But with Anna, the seduction was mutual. It was fairly common knowledge that the tall, painfully shy girl is bisexual. She dated a girl named Toni for about two weeks at the beginning of school.

Although I was definitely the initiator, Anna definitely played a role in her own seduction. Anyone else could have thought it was innocent- constantly remarking on each other’s beauty, exchanging raunchy jokes, the occasional woman-to-woman talk about relationships. Playfully rubbing each other’s arms and hugging each other, playing with each other’s hair, light flirting undetectable to everyone else but us…we knew what was going on, but the rest of the world had no clue.

We were having one of our relationship talks late after school one day when she burst into tears and told me she might give up on dating girls altogether. This girl she had dated for a month had dumped her, and she was heartbroken.

“No, Anna. You can’t give up on girls.”

“Well, why the hell not?”

“Because it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. A woman will understand your body and mind and soul in a way that a man never could.”

Somehow by this point, she’s ended up in my arms, and I shift her to a cradled position, with her upper body in my arms the way I’d hold an infant. She stared into my eyes with so much trust in her big green eyes. She looked so innocent and loving that I almost felt guilty about what I did next.

One of my hands supported her head and neck, pressing her face against me, and the other rested on her belly. Through the fabric of her t-shirt, I stroked her little belly with my nails. But at that moment, I moved that hand to her breast. She’s pretty big- at least a C if not bigger- and my little hand rested on it for a moment before wrapping my fingers around it, lightly squeezing. “Do you like that?”

“Yeah.” I never really noticed before, but she has really long eyelashes. Her blue-green eyes stared up at me in wonder. I’ll bet she’s never been touched like this. “It’s nice.”

She’s so much bigger than me, but I feel like I’m holding a tiny child. I push her dark curls out of her face and caress her cheekbones with my nails. I love feeling her shiver in my arms whenever I touch her. I’m turned on, yeah, but I’m also falling in love.

“You’re so pretty, Anna. Look at those perfectly shaped eyes. And you’ve got a cute nose, and the most perfect red lips. And, my god, I would have killed for that perfect skin when I was your age. I bet you’ve never even had acne. Long eyelashes, those adorable round cheeks, and that sweet innocent face. Look at you. You’re so beautiful.”

She loves this. I know for a fact that Anna’s bulimic, and that she has some pretty serious body issues. She’s not even that big, but she sees herself as so unattractive, when in reality, she is beautiful.

And as I’m holding her there, worshipping her precious face, she stares up at me with so much pure, intense love, that I know this is more than fucking a student. This is expressing something incredible to my first real love. My first real love, a sixteen-year-old girl.

“I think you’re really pretty too, Miss Russell. I like your eyes. I’ve always kind of thought hazel eyes are sexy. Your hair is so pretty. I wish I could get mine all perfect like that. And I especially love your smile. I can’t see you smile without smiling too. And I know people probably rib you about being little, but I love your figure. You’re slender with curves where they belong and nowhere else. You’re…you’re…celestially beautiful.”

And I love it just as much as she does. Being worshipped, doted on for your beauty, told about every single detail about you that makes you sexy to someone you love-who wouldn’t? I was so hot and wet, but I was also falling in love.

I got her to take her shirt and bra off, and I did the same. Then I cradled her again, playing with her nipples with my fingernails, and I could hear tiny moans escaping her lips. Boldly, she grabbed one of my tits and started to knead the pale flesh with her fingertips. God, that was so sexy. Then, out of nowhere, she took a nipple in her mouth, licking and suckling like a child.

“Good girl,” I purred. “Good little baby Anna. That feels so good.”I held the back of her head with my hand, encouraging her to suck harder. I rubbed her back with my free hand. My breasts are so sensitive, and I love to dry-nurse teen girls. They love my tits too; everyone seems to. I’m pretty big-chested for my frame, and I have nice big, rounded nipples. I start to squeal from the pleasure.

I’m pinching her nipples, making her suck harder on mine, and I could have cum a thousand times for her right there if I had let myself. Instead I sit her up and lay her on her back. I take off her sneakers, then her socks, and her baggy jeans, and her boxer shorts, and the whole time her legs are trembling from anticipation. I kick my shoes off too, and strip naked for her, and she gasps when I take off my little panties.

“Wow.”

I giggle at her awed reaction. She smiles back, and I take this as a signal that she’s comfortable. I run my fingernails over her belly, making her jump. I plant a few kisses around her navel, holding her hips in my hands. She is already moaning under her breath, thrusting her pussy up against my tits. My nipple brushes her clit, and an almost violent passion rips through my body. I have to have her.

“Baby girl, would you like to fuck me now?” My voice comes out so deep and hoarse. I’m so fucking horny.

“Yeah.” She’s equally turned on. She sits up, and takes me by surprise by pushing me backwards and pinning me against the floor. I love when my girls get aggressive with me. Because I’m so small, it’s natural for people— especially tall ones like Anna— to want to dominate me. In college, I had a roommate who made me her slave every night for two years, and I fell so naturally into that role. I don’t think Anna’s trying to dominate me in a D/s sense, but her assertiveness is still so sexy.

She holds my waist lovingly, kissing my belly. She kisses it like it’s a pussy or something, a constellation of tiny, delicate, perfect kisses. I start to moan loudly, bucking as she works her way down to my soaking cunt.

“You want me to, Miss Russell?”

I can only nod, I’m so horny and caught up in the moment. She slides her middle finger in slowly, having to wiggle a bit to get it all the way in. “You’re really tight.”

“I’ve never had anything bigger than a finger in there. I like to keep it tight.”

She moans in approval. “I like it. It’s sexy.”

“Glad you think so.”

She’s propped up one elbow, and I can see her tits bouncing while she fingers me. She’s so considerate, starting very slowly with one finger, and making sure I’m wet enough before she adds another. I am enjoying this immensely, not just the sex itself, but also the way she cares so much about what will feel good for me.

She drops onto her belly to free her other hand. With it, she begins to stroke my soft, waxed outer lips, tracing the outline gently with her fingers. Fuck, fuck, FUCK I’m going to cum soon. She then moves gently inside, caressing my inner folds. I’m doing everything in my power to hold back the urge to cum, but it’s getting really hard.

She pulls her fingers out of my gash, using that hand to hold my outer lips open while her other hand rubs circles around the hood of my clit. “Goddamn it, Anna, you’re so good. You’re so fucking good.” Her nose brushes my slit, and I scream. My first orgasm of the night tears me apart. She licks my cunt, darting her tongue in and out of me, slurping at my gushing hole. She’s rubbing my clit now, and alternating between three fingers and her tongue inside my cunt.

I’m not even sure if I’m having multiple orgasms or just one fucking long one. I’m losing my mind. Goddamn it, she’s making me lose my mind, it feels so fucking good. Every breath is a screech, and if I was bucking my hips any harder, it would probably break her jaw. She’s sucking at my hole like she’s trying to slurp the life force out of me through my cunt. I’m getting dizzier and dizzier, god I’m going to faint if she keeps this up…

Instead of just rudely stopping, she slows down gradually, letting my body adjust. After cooling me down, she lays beside me and takes my face in her hands, stroking me. “I’m so glad you liked that. I loved making you feel so good. I think…I think I’m in love with you.”

“Baby, I’m in love with you too. I love you and I always will. You’re my special little girl. I love you.”

“I love you too, Miss Russell.” We kiss for what seems like hours, just enjoying each other and enjoying the real love that we share.