This story is from 2011 when I was barely 18 years old. After leaving school the previous year, I had to repeat my last year of high school while having other activities. My life was typical for any teenager: activities, friends, alcohol, going out, etc.
At the end of the weekend, I would leave everything behind, always looking to have fun. I was the most outgoing one, the biggest drinker, the biggest slut. With my friends, we had generated a competition over who broke more limits. But during the week, I was the good girl that mom and dad wanted me to be. Besides going to school in the morning, I had private math classes on Mondays, hockey training, and theater classes in the afternoon and night.
Theater was my favorite, it was an environment with good vibes from people. Despite arriving tired after a long day, it would relax my mind and free me of all my teenage tensions.
During the first semester, we had Professor Sara, a kind old lady who made us learn a lot. She was unique in her way, as she taught the same class in the morning with other professors, but she was special.
So when they announced her departure at mid-year, it was a surprise for everyone. In her place, the superiors had appointed Professor Diego, a 55-year-old guy who I had never seen before, but knew about thousands of stories circulating about him.
On one hand, he was an excellent professor with experience, good vibes, and good treatment. But on the other hand, he was basically, an old masturbator.
My classmates who took classes with him told me about his constant comments to girls, his touching, and even rumors that he had had sex with a few of them who always had leading roles in the end-of-year plays.
Without giving it much importance, I continued attending classes. At first, he was sensational, not only did he teach well but also understood the teenage code very well despite his age. I quickly found a connection since we were both fans of national rock music. Over time, my friends and I who had good vibes started staying after class to chat with him and have a Booty Coke. That's when he told us about his problems with his wife, about ex-girlfriends he had had, and asked us questions. personales. I started wanting him. Our relationship changed from teacher/student to friends despite the more than 35-year age difference. It was perhaps because of that that I started giving in to his affectionate displays. From the first time he started massaging my back while talking about a casual topic until that time when, while a friend was speaking at those post-class gatherings, he started touching my booty for a minute. The hugs goodbye, the poking and the risqué jokes didn't seem strange to me at all because it was something I did with other girls. A rainy Wednesday before class, my friend Luciana told me - Are you getting it on with the old guy? Do you want me to give you the lead role? I was surprised by the question and thought maybe I should stop Diego so that the rest wouldn't think badly of me. However, what happened had to happen. It was April, the weather was ideal, after my hockey practice I took advantage of the club's showers and had time to take the bus. I wore a blue sweater, black shorts that showed off my booty and sneakers. I arrived late to class due to the city's traffic cuts. The rehearsals had started. Four classmates were reciting their lines while the rest observed. It was almost dark in the room, with only the lighting focused on them. Behind everything was Professor Diego observing. I came in quietly and only greeted him. - You're so pretty? - Fine professor, sorry for being late as always. He barely says it's all right and hugs me and gives me a paternal kiss on the head. - I'm not doing well, you know - he says - What happened? - Again, problems at home, I'm exhausted. Accompanying his sadness, I made him tell me about his problems and hugged him tightly. We stayed silent for a few minutes while the others continued rehearsing and he touched me all over. At one point he said - I, with the guys are organizing to go to Quilmes Rock, come on? We bought the tickets and organized ourselves to go on Sunday where the best bands in the country were playing. It was noon on Sunday. When we arrived at the meeting point, there were 3 girls, 2 boys, and Professor Diego. As we entered, we felt the vibe of any festival. Beer from early on, good vibes, and a lot of people. As it got crowded, we went further ahead to get a good view. Diego wasn't letting go of me, telling me about bands and saying I had to be careful of the guys who took advantage in the chaos. The concert started pushing us from all sides, I lost sight of my friends. At one moment, trying not to get crushed, he appeared to take care of me. In that moment, the human tide was jumping to the rhythm of Ciro and the Persians, and he had me grabbed by the waist. The concert kept going and things were getting more romantic, he put himself behind me and every push, every movement of the people was his excuse to support all his member. My loose pants were sinking in front of that bulge which after a few minutes was getting more erect. I wanted to resist but couldn't move and was drunk enough not to do anything similar. At one moment, never forget it, he put his arms on my stomach and supported me with his erect member all the way down while we danced to the song. Already fallen night, the alcohol had taken effect in my adolescent body and I stopped resisting his advances. During a slow song, he took advantage of the moment and gave me a kiss that made me shiver. He ate up my whole mouth. It was tender and rare at the same time because no one had ever kissed me so much older. Always boys my age but never someone so big. I liked him but he was married and I was his student.
After the concert, we acted as if nothing had happened. It was time to go back home and since none of us could drive our own car, we separated. He offered to take my companion and me. It was a long trip but neither of us mentioned what had happened.
When leaving my companion at her house, we continued on the way to mine. I was nervous but tired and with the effect of alcohol on top. As we approached two blocks from my house, he told me not to mention anything. He didn't want to get into trouble for kissing a student and loved his profession. I told him to stay calm, that everything would be fine. When we reached the corner of my house, he stopped and we gave each other another kiss.
At that moment, I just wanted to kiss him many times. We ate each other's mouth and with my hand, I started touching his bulge, which was already too high up at that point. Then he quickly lowered the zipper on his pants and without saying a word, put his hand on my neck, pushing me down.
I was already played out, didn't care about anything, and let him do whatever he wanted. He went down to his member and almost without breathing, I took it all the way up to my throat. The alcohol made me lose all inhibition and I sucked him off over and over again while he launched small sighs of happiness.
I put into practice everything I knew, passed my tongue, did a deep throat a couple of times, and sucked both his balls. After a few minutes, he told me he was about to cum but didn't let me take it, grabbed a napkin and cleaned himself up.
I got up, felt shy again, and asked what did I do? The only thing I could say was I have to go. We smiled at each other and I left the car.
When I arrived home, I felt very drunk. I closed the door and my mom was waiting for me, very angry. I greeted her in a low voice with much shame, thinking she would find out what had just happened. went to sleep - that was the only thing he told me. Luckily, he never found out about my sexual mischief, just that I was drinking. That was a warning that I should take care not to do those things.
I kept seeing Diego until he had to leave the theater workshop due to denunciations from an ex-girlfriend who was upset (he got screwed and didn't give her the role she wanted). Then I lost track of his life. It's true that he was a guy with problems but I'll never forget his teachings, his good vibes, and every now and then I remember that cock-shaped lollipop I ate in his car on that cold afternoon of 2011.
At the end of the weekend, I would leave everything behind, always looking to have fun. I was the most outgoing one, the biggest drinker, the biggest slut. With my friends, we had generated a competition over who broke more limits. But during the week, I was the good girl that mom and dad wanted me to be. Besides going to school in the morning, I had private math classes on Mondays, hockey training, and theater classes in the afternoon and night.Theater was my favorite, it was an environment with good vibes from people. Despite arriving tired after a long day, it would relax my mind and free me of all my teenage tensions.
During the first semester, we had Professor Sara, a kind old lady who made us learn a lot. She was unique in her way, as she taught the same class in the morning with other professors, but she was special.
So when they announced her departure at mid-year, it was a surprise for everyone. In her place, the superiors had appointed Professor Diego, a 55-year-old guy who I had never seen before, but knew about thousands of stories circulating about him.
On one hand, he was an excellent professor with experience, good vibes, and good treatment. But on the other hand, he was basically, an old masturbator.
My classmates who took classes with him told me about his constant comments to girls, his touching, and even rumors that he had had sex with a few of them who always had leading roles in the end-of-year plays.
Without giving it much importance, I continued attending classes. At first, he was sensational, not only did he teach well but also understood the teenage code very well despite his age. I quickly found a connection since we were both fans of national rock music. Over time, my friends and I who had good vibes started staying after class to chat with him and have a Booty Coke. That's when he told us about his problems with his wife, about ex-girlfriends he had had, and asked us questions. personales. I started wanting him. Our relationship changed from teacher/student to friends despite the more than 35-year age difference. It was perhaps because of that that I started giving in to his affectionate displays. From the first time he started massaging my back while talking about a casual topic until that time when, while a friend was speaking at those post-class gatherings, he started touching my booty for a minute. The hugs goodbye, the poking and the risqué jokes didn't seem strange to me at all because it was something I did with other girls. A rainy Wednesday before class, my friend Luciana told me - Are you getting it on with the old guy? Do you want me to give you the lead role? I was surprised by the question and thought maybe I should stop Diego so that the rest wouldn't think badly of me. However, what happened had to happen. It was April, the weather was ideal, after my hockey practice I took advantage of the club's showers and had time to take the bus. I wore a blue sweater, black shorts that showed off my booty and sneakers. I arrived late to class due to the city's traffic cuts. The rehearsals had started. Four classmates were reciting their lines while the rest observed. It was almost dark in the room, with only the lighting focused on them. Behind everything was Professor Diego observing. I came in quietly and only greeted him. - You're so pretty? - Fine professor, sorry for being late as always. He barely says it's all right and hugs me and gives me a paternal kiss on the head. - I'm not doing well, you know - he says - What happened? - Again, problems at home, I'm exhausted. Accompanying his sadness, I made him tell me about his problems and hugged him tightly. We stayed silent for a few minutes while the others continued rehearsing and he touched me all over. At one point he said - I, with the guys are organizing to go to Quilmes Rock, come on? We bought the tickets and organized ourselves to go on Sunday where the best bands in the country were playing. It was noon on Sunday. When we arrived at the meeting point, there were 3 girls, 2 boys, and Professor Diego. As we entered, we felt the vibe of any festival. Beer from early on, good vibes, and a lot of people. As it got crowded, we went further ahead to get a good view. Diego wasn't letting go of me, telling me about bands and saying I had to be careful of the guys who took advantage in the chaos. The concert started pushing us from all sides, I lost sight of my friends. At one moment, trying not to get crushed, he appeared to take care of me. In that moment, the human tide was jumping to the rhythm of Ciro and the Persians, and he had me grabbed by the waist. The concert kept going and things were getting more romantic, he put himself behind me and every push, every movement of the people was his excuse to support all his member. My loose pants were sinking in front of that bulge which after a few minutes was getting more erect. I wanted to resist but couldn't move and was drunk enough not to do anything similar. At one moment, never forget it, he put his arms on my stomach and supported me with his erect member all the way down while we danced to the song. Already fallen night, the alcohol had taken effect in my adolescent body and I stopped resisting his advances. During a slow song, he took advantage of the moment and gave me a kiss that made me shiver. He ate up my whole mouth. It was tender and rare at the same time because no one had ever kissed me so much older. Always boys my age but never someone so big. I liked him but he was married and I was his student.
After the concert, we acted as if nothing had happened. It was time to go back home and since none of us could drive our own car, we separated. He offered to take my companion and me. It was a long trip but neither of us mentioned what had happened.When leaving my companion at her house, we continued on the way to mine. I was nervous but tired and with the effect of alcohol on top. As we approached two blocks from my house, he told me not to mention anything. He didn't want to get into trouble for kissing a student and loved his profession. I told him to stay calm, that everything would be fine. When we reached the corner of my house, he stopped and we gave each other another kiss.
At that moment, I just wanted to kiss him many times. We ate each other's mouth and with my hand, I started touching his bulge, which was already too high up at that point. Then he quickly lowered the zipper on his pants and without saying a word, put his hand on my neck, pushing me down.
I was already played out, didn't care about anything, and let him do whatever he wanted. He went down to his member and almost without breathing, I took it all the way up to my throat. The alcohol made me lose all inhibition and I sucked him off over and over again while he launched small sighs of happiness.
I put into practice everything I knew, passed my tongue, did a deep throat a couple of times, and sucked both his balls. After a few minutes, he told me he was about to cum but didn't let me take it, grabbed a napkin and cleaned himself up.
I got up, felt shy again, and asked what did I do? The only thing I could say was I have to go. We smiled at each other and I left the car.
When I arrived home, I felt very drunk. I closed the door and my mom was waiting for me, very angry. I greeted her in a low voice with much shame, thinking she would find out what had just happened. went to sleep - that was the only thing he told me. Luckily, he never found out about my sexual mischief, just that I was drinking. That was a warning that I should take care not to do those things.
I kept seeing Diego until he had to leave the theater workshop due to denunciations from an ex-girlfriend who was upset (he got screwed and didn't give her the role she wanted). Then I lost track of his life. It's true that he was a guy with problems but I'll never forget his teachings, his good vibes, and every now and then I remember that cock-shaped lollipop I ate in his car on that cold afternoon of 2011.
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