First, I must win her confidence then take things as they come.When she left she thanked me prettily. I was very happy that she had no inkling of what...I had in mind. I thought that today she has entered my room and tomorrow my lund (cock) will enter her young virgin choot.Every morning she came and after making coffee woke me by calling my name softly. Most of the days I was already awake when she came but I pretended to be asleep. I watched her move around with half closed eyes and enjoyed the. I sat up groaning. What happened? Where was I? Oh yes, we were attacked. My eyes flew wide open and I rushed to my feet heading for the door. I only got two steps before I gripped the bed post tightly, the room spinning in a dizzy whirl."No." I whispered softly, trying very hard not to faint.When the room righted itself again I took a much slower approach. I walked to the door and gripped the handle. There was no budging it. I pushed, pulled, knocked, pounded and screamed at it. I even went so. I had never bad thoughts about my teacher but after seeing the cleavage my thoughts change it was my first time being with a woman and I masturbated 3 times that day I went the next day at same time we finished the topic in an hour she told me what are you doing now I told her nothing will hang with my friends for a bit then home she told me she was hungry so would I mind going to our canteen I was excited by that offer and said yes we went to our college canteen .In canteen we joked a bit and. Your tongue pushes insistently between my lips and teeth as I struggle to reach your shirtfront, anxious to feel your hairy chest against my naked flesh but I haven’t anything close to the strength required to move you an inch.You laugh, that wonderful, deep, musical laugh, at my frustration. You laugh at my need, and it makes me angry. I pout. That makes you laugh all the more as you push down with your knees on my open thighs and hold my wrists above my head. I struggle for a moment,.