Mr. ToyamaHe was my math teacher during my junior year. He was in his late 40s, asian, blk hair, average looking. Mr. Toyama was neither strict nor kind. He was neither boring nor extremely interesting. He was just an average teacher whom was no one's favorite but no one disliked him.
It was January, the day before the end of Winter Break when I bumped into a teammate while playing volleyball and she landed on my foot. I had two hairline fractures near my ankle. I stayed home from school for two days and missed a few more days because of doctor appointments. Needless to say, I was falling behind in my classes, especially math.
The week before our big test we had an afterschool study session. After class I waited for my dad to pick me up. He called and said that he was running behind schedule and wasn't going to get out of his meeting for another hour. I opened my book and began reading. A few minutes later I heard someone walking my way. I looked up and it was Mr. Toyama.
"What are you doing still here?" he asked. I explained to him that my dad was held up in a meeting. He asked where I lived and said he had to drive by that way and offered me a ride. I thanked him and texted my dad that I had a ride. He responded with a thanks, because he had work to finish after his meeting.
In the car ride Mr. Toyama was quizzing me on some of the things that was going to be on the test. I told him I was totally confused and was worried I wouldn't pass the test. When he pulled in the driveway he said if I wanted, he could go over a few problems with me.
I thanked him and told him that would be soooo helpful!
We went into my house and went to the dining room table to study. I got him a drink of water. In the kitchen, it dawned on me that I had my teacher in my house! For some strange reason, I began to get turned on. I blushed and grabbed a container of cookies and returned to the dining room. I put down the water and cookies and offered it to him.
I bent down to get my textbook and notebook. When I did that, my *** was sticking up near Mr. Toyama. When I got up, I could tell by his face that he was looking at my ***. This made me even hornier.
I opened the book and sat down next to him. We went over some problems together and I dropped my pencil. We both went down to get it and our hands touched. He looked up at me, and I realized he could almost see down my top. We quickly sat up and he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for staring, Victoria. It's just that you're such a beautiful girl. I can't help but looking at you."
I smiled at him. "It's okay, Mr. Toyama," I replied. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" I asked.
"God, yes! You have such beautiful eyes and your body, wow!" he blurted. Then he quickly caught himself and said, "Um, now where were we?" he asked.
"You were going to teach me some new things," I answered.
"Well, yes. And what do you need help with exactly?" he asked.
"Hmmm, well," I looked at him and smiled.
"Victoria! Please, don't tempt me," he answered softly.
I didn't say anything. I just looked up at him.
"Victoria," he repeated. "You know this is wrong."
He shook his head. "I hope I don't regret this, but damn, I have to have you." he said. He put his hand on my thigh. I felt my body tingle. He leaned over and brushed the hair from my face then kissed me on my forehead, then my cheek, then my lips. He was such a wonderful kisser, I thought I was going to melt. He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer. My hands ran up and down his back.
He looked at me. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.
I nodded. He moaned. He lifted my top off and stared at my young half naked body. His fingers touched my bare skin, then he gently fondled my breast through my bra. My nipples were so hard. He undid the clasp and released my ****. He bent down and hungrily began sucking on my nipples. While he was doing that, he undid his buttons and we managed to take his clothes off. He was only in his boxers and I could see a huge bulge. I undid my jeans and wiggled out of them. His eyes stared at my naked butt and bare *****.
He lay me on the dining table and began to finger and eat my ***** as expertly as he had kissed me. He drove me crazy and I came at least three times. When I was shaking all over, he stopped and smiled. "Okay, now time for me to teach you some things."
He helped me off the table and instructed me to get on my knees. I loved the authoritarian way he spoke to me. He grabbed the ba
"Look up at me," he said firmly. I looked up at him, my eyes wide open, my mouth stuffed with his huge ****. I gagged on his **** as he shoved his **** even deeper. I could feel the head of his **** against the back of my throat. I couldn't believe how good he was. I felt him begin to tense up then he grabbed my head and held it in place. "Stop sucking," he instructed.
A few seconds later he pulled me off his **** and told me to turn around. He leaned me against the chair, my *** sticking up at him. He told me how much he loved my fat *** and began massaging it. Then he gently spanked it. I jumped from surprise. OMG, it felt so good. He fingered my ***** and told me how tight and wet I was.
Then I felt the head of his **** sliding up and down my slit. He asked me if I was ready. "Oh yes!" I answered eagerly.
He grabbed my hips and began to **** me. Slow and gentle, he ****** me an inch at a time, thrusting back and forth. I wanted him soo bad. I tried ******* him harder, but he grabbed my hips and slowed me down. He had half his **** in me and I wanted more.
"Please, Mr. Toyama, **** me!!!" I begged.
He grabbed my hair and I arched my back. He plunged deep into me. I felt my ***** walls squeeze his throbbing ****. He began pounding me hard and deep. I felt my legs shaking. I came all over his hard ****. He continued to **** me hard. He reached over and grabbed my **** and began massaging them as he ****** me. I came again, my body trembling all over. Finally, he turned me over and pulled his **** out. "Open your mouth," he said, and he squirted his load all over my mouth and onto my ****. I hungrily licked up his *** and then rubbed his *** over my ****.
We kissed for a few minutes then we went to shower. He fingered me and made me *** twice. After the shower, he kissed me and told me he better leave before my dad came home. Before he left, he told me I need to promise not to tell anyone. I assured him that I wouldn't.
The next day in class, he didn't make eye contact with me. He passed out the tests. When I got it there was a post-it. "Thanks, Victoria. I hope I taught you something!" I smiled and took the test. As it turned out, he did teach me enough math to get a B on the test.