My hot spanish teacher takes my virginity part 1

I was a timid and cautious sixteen year old girl. Unlike the other girls at my school, who hiked up their skirts once they had left the house of a morning, and flirted constantly with the older boys who owned cars, I usually concentrated on my school work and tuned out whenever the girls discussed their sexual experiences. But it was my Spanish teacher, Mr. Martinez who noticed my silent sexuality and beauty. I noticed after a while that he began to smile at me more, always making me blush, and when he handed out my test results, he always made sure our hands met so he could stroke mine. Somehow he knew that I liked him, more than a student should like a teacher, and this turned him on even more.

One day, Mr. Martinez asked me if I would stay after class. When all the other students had left the room, he walked over to my table and straddled the chair in front of her. He smiled and talked to me about the recent Spanish essay I had handed in. I listened attentively, trying to take mental notes of where I had gone wrong, and what I could do to boost my grade for next time, but I couldn’t help but notice the brightness of his eyes, the fullness of his mouth and when she dropped her eyes lower, the bulge of his dick through the tight pants. I got so caught up in looking at him that I didn’t realise he’d finished talking.

When I realised that he was smiling flirtatiously at me, I turned bright pink and began to pick up my books, confused and embarrassed about my thoughts and the way he had looked at me. I remember he stopped me by reaching forward to touch my face. I gasped as he forced me to look at him. Then he came forward and put his mouth to mine, kissing me hard and then forcing me to open to him. When he pulled back I was a bit startled but somehow I didn’t want to leave.
“Its getting late, why don’t you let me drive you home?” he said quietly. I nodded, not believing what was happening, but gathered my things followed him to his car.

He didn’t ask me where my house was, he had other plans, one that I vaguely became aware of when he turned into a road leading to a secluded house and parked the car. He turned to me and reached for my hand.

“I know I’m your teacher Andrea, but I like you very much. You’re a beautiful young woman. I think about you often” he said stroking my hand. I smiled shyly at him.
“I think about you too Mr. Martinez” I confessed. He let go of my hand and pulled me forward for another kiss. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth, tasting my sweetness, and feeling me timidly touch his tongue with mine, learning to in my first french kiss. He placed one handon my leg and began to move it slowly under my skirt and up the length of my thigh, oh so lightly. A small moan of pleasure found it’s way out of my mouth and he must have felt me relax in his arms. I knew at that point that he would never do anything to hurt me. He kissed me for a while longer and then pulled back, content to simply gaze at me. I studied him again and then feeling shy, looked down at my hands in my lap.

“Andrea” he said quietly, “let’s go inside”
She glanced up quickly and he smiled at her reassuringly. “I won’t hurt you” he said. So we quietly got out of the car and headed up the driveway to his house.

Inside, he offered me something to drink, but I was too nervous, so I said no. Back into the living room, he took hold of both my hands and said to me ” I would very much like to make love to you, Andrea. Will you let me?” This was my moment of truth. I was a virgin, but I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather have take my virginity than Mr. Martinez, so obviously my answer to his request was ” Yes, Mr. Martinez, I want you to make love to me” His reply to me was a long, tender sweet kiss. Then he said “since we are going to become lovers, you should call me Ramon, except, of course in class” He kissed me again, stroking my face. We got up from his leather couch, and he took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom.

“Will your parents be worried if they don’t see you before a certain time?” He asked me. “They are out of town, Mr. Mart… I mean Ramon. My aunt is staying at our house, but she is usally locked in her room doing God knows what!”

He kissed me again, while running his hands all over my body, sending shivers through me wherever he touched. “Annie, will you take off your shirt for me?” Slowly, uncertainly I undid the buttons, hoping that he wouldn’t find my 36c granny type bra utterly revolting, and reject me. “All the way”, he said, because I was hesitating once the buttons were undone. I leaned forward, tilting first one shoulder, then the other one. He took it from her and placed it on a nearby chair. “Take that off, too”. He said it very quietly, and I flushed. I hesitated, and then leaned forward and unhooked the four hooks on my bra. He held out his hand and I gave him the bra, putting it with my blouse.

“You’re so beautiful Annie” Ramon said softly, and I smiled shyly, but somehow began to feel more confident, especially since he hadn’t rejected me after seeing my plain cotton bra.

The longer he looked at me the more I liked it. He took off his shirt, and had me take off my jeans, leaving me in my thong (my one sexy piece of underwear), and lowered me gently and slowly to the bed.

“Close your eyes,” he said. “Are you worried? I dont want you to be frightened” he said sincerely. “I’m not frightened. My eyes wont stay closed though.”
“Thats okay.” He put his mouth on my breast and was sucking on it, my eyes opened in amazement to see his mouth working, sucking slowly at first but then with greater urgency, so that in a few moments he was not just moving the hardening nipple through his mouth, but was biting it with little bites, pulling on it with his teeth. I let out a small cry cause it hurt a little, but the more I cried the more fervently he sucked on the hard nipple. Every squeeze of his mouth made my clitoris throb so that my hips began to move, my middle arching up and my moans filling the air, begging him for more. And then he stopped, sat back.

“Christ, you’re amazing”, and I closed my eyes, aching down there, my mouth dry from the quick breathing of my cries.
“take off your thong and hand it to me” he said. And I did it. “They’re wet” I murmured, blushing deeply, almost ready to cry with embarrassment.
“You’re supposed to be wet,” he reassured me softly, leaning over to touch the wetness of my underpants. “Because you’re great. You’re every man’s dream. A horny girl…You’re so fucking horny,” he repeated, murmuring, and then whispered, “I want you even hornier,”. He sucked her breats again, hard, and with her nakedness exposed there in the middle, that curly red hair just lying right there out in the open, my naked legs shiny together, I moaned with the ecstasy that flowed through my body. While he kept sucking, I felt his hand very lightly move across the top of my leg and then touch me there – his whole palm at first covering my hair; so lightly that it felt like a faint breeze – and then with a gentle, slow, deliberateness his fingertips touched me, slipping just the littlest bit inside me. He stopped sucking on my breast and smiled at me. I slipped my fingers into his mouth, ran my moist fingers across his ear. “You’re not to worry,” he whispered, his eyelids half lowered, his fingers still so gently, slowly moving, and then one a little more than the rest moved up and inside of me. And then he leaned his head forward to watch himself do this to me down there. He lifted my hips to his roving hand. By this time I was begging him to keep up this sweet toment. He smiled and then replaced his hand with his tongue, gliding it over my wet, salty folds, rubbing slowly against the hidden point of my pleasure making me cry out in ecstasy. Then he moved it lower and up inside of me, pumping his tongue in and out as fast as he could making me squirm and moan. His fingers touched my hidden spot and rubbed that with the same verosity that his t
ongue was doing, until I cried out loudly and he felt a spurt
of warm wetness that signalled that I’d reached my climax. He licked it all up, feeling his loins burn with the fire of pleasuring me. He sat up and watched my try to catch her breath, knowing that the moment was not over. There was much, much more to come for little Andrea.