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I sat there in Mr. Creech’s car and considered what I was getting myself into. Mr. Creech is my art teacher, he is an adult and technically I’m just a high school student. At least that’s what I live my life as, really I’m a lycan, a werewolf and far older than what I look. I may look like a young teenage girl but I’m at least as old as him. So why does he send shivers up my spine and goosebumps across my flesh? His car smells of him. I can tell what fast food restaurant he last stopped at. So many things I can tell about him but I don’t know what he is thinking. The compact car doesn’t leave much space between us. I’m so afraid of doing the wrong thing, of making him upset.He sits down next to me. I can smell his desire. I sense his feelings but they are confused and even though his body is ready to mate, his movements and subtle body variations say he isn’t. Why? I’m petite and a little skinny but I’m toned and I think I look good. I know men like big breasts even if they have no idea how difficult they can be for a woman. My breasts are half exposed, pale white flesh pressing out of front of my button down dress and my pale peach nipples are almost poking out, and doesn’t this excite men? Shouldn’t he want me?  I wish I knew if he liked me. I feel like a little girl, confused, full of desire and desperate for Mr. Creech to tell me something, anything that will reassure me that he feels the same as I do. I’m so nervous that my teeth are chattering and I have to rub my arms.“Are you cold Ivy? Would you like to wear my jacket?” He asks.“No, Mr. Creech not at all.” I answer, keeping my head down and hiding my face behind my hair.“Oh please, call me Sean.” He said.“Ok, Sean.” I giggled. It was a nervous giggle. I felt stupid. I was certainly old enough to be more together than this but even when I looked in the little mirror built into the visor, I saw a little girl peering back at me through all that hair. The face in the mirror is sweet, she is me but sometimes I don’t feel like her. I pierced my bottom lip a few years back and the two silver rings wrapping around my lip give me something to nervously play with. My deep blue eyes are lined to look more feline, more exotic, and hopefully more sensual. Sitting next to… Sean, even thinking his name sent shivers up my spine, sitting next to Sean I couldn’t help but be terrified. He was mature, strong, and creative and I longed to know more about him. I wanted to know everything there was to know. It was only when he glanced over at me that I realized I was staring at him. I ducked my head down and let my hair hide my face again.“You know you really shouldn’t hide behind your hair. I mean your hair is beautiful but your face is more so.”My heart beat a thousand miles an hour. I gripped and twisted my hands together in my lap in total şişli escort fear. I wanted to jump out of the car even when it was moving at 60+ miles an hour. I didn’t mind. I would have easily taken the bumps and bruises from the fall if it meant I didn’t have to look up into his beautiful brown eyes and risk losing my heart. I looked up. He was staring at me. His big brown eyes locked on mine. I pulled back my hair and twisted a lock so that I could wrap it, when I was done with both sides I looked back in the little mirror and a young girl with spiky little pig tails looked back at me. I still allowed enough hair to fall in my face that my eyes were somewhat hidden. I turned to him and smiled shyly. He smiled softly and reached out a hand to touch my face. I had to hold myself there to keep from pulling away from his touch. His warm fingers touched my cheek and I instinctively pressed my face into his palm. Oh God, he was warm and his fingers felt wonderful. I inhaled him. He smelled of paint and graphite and everything that made an artist, everything I wanted. I could smell my own excited juices now and wondered if he could as well? Humans aren’t as sensitive to smell as my kind.“You know what?” He said suddenly. He turned back to look at the road but I never found out what he was going to ask because he jumped and slammed his foot onto the brake. I sensed the danger before he even saw it. It was a feeling of warning and fear and behind that I could smell something raw… like hate. I growled just moments before Sean saw the huge looming dark shape hunched over in the middle of the road.  After Sean hit the brakes and jerked the wheel, the back tires locked and we started to spin. The wolf raised its hackles and I watched intently as we spun around it. It didn’t move but it did raise up to its full height and it was enormous! The car spun and Sean turned the wheel uselessly trying desperately to get control. The enormous black lycan reached out and I instinctively jumped back, pushing into Sean. Finally we stopped.“Dear God!” Sean said after we had stopped spinning. The car sat motionless in the middle of the two lane highway. The engine had stalled and the car was facing the opposite way. The Werewolf was gone. I jumped out of the car and crouched down to get the smell. I could smell gas and rubber from the skids but under that was the smell of the werewolf. It was a male. I considered changing and going after him but just as I was feeling the sharp pain of my teeth extending, Sean stumbled out of the car and I heard him coughing.“Are you OK?” I asked. “I…yeah…just a little knocked up. You?” He asked.I didn’t answer. I was searching the woods, listening and trying to catch a scent. The air around us was still. We were surrounded by nothing escort şişli but the thick mountain woods for miles. I smelled deer that were a few yards away but nothing larger. The lycan was gone. “What the fuck was that thing?” Sean asked.“I don’t know.” I lied.Sean bent over with his hands on his knees and tried to get his breath back. He lifted his head and when he looked at me his eyes went wide and his face flushed red. He wasn’t looking at my face. I hadn’t noticed but in the accident and my rush to get out of the car, my dress had come open, the worn buttons finally gave way. The dress was old, a little too tight and Mama had tried to rip it off me this morning when she was punishing me for being out too late. Sean looked from my breasts to my face and back to my breasts. “You really are beautiful.”“Me or my boobs?” I asked.“You, all of you. I didn’t tell you in the classroom when I wanted you to model but when your top came open it was all I could do to force you to close it. It is a shame that the school won’t allow us to have students do nude modeling. You really look fantastic. A natural born model.”“I’ll model nude for you if you like.” I said.Sean didn’t reply for a moment, our eyes locked on each other and we moved in closer to each other. His beautiful face was only inches from mine and the anticipation of his kiss made my whole body tremble. Sean, Mr. Creech, my art teacher, my strong older man, Oh God how I love you already. He put his hand under my chin and leaned in to kiss me. I couldn’t close my eyes. His lips touched mine softly at first and then with more pressure and his tongue slipped between my lips and gave myself to him. His hands were all over me, pulling open the rest of my dress and caressing my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his neck and practically felt my feet lift off the ground. My toes were the only thing touching the ground and he held me up by firmly gripping my ass. I felt his obvious excitement and pushed my body into his erection. He was warm even though the evening air had started to cool. We continued our embrace in the middle of the street for several minutes, or perhaps for eternity, or perhaps for only a second but all too soon our embrace ended. I felt the absence of his kiss the way you feel the loss of a precious gift suddenly taken away. I pulled my arms together around his neck holding him tighter and pressed against him resting my head on his chest. I didn’t want to ever let him go.“I don’t think the car is going to go anywhere.” He said.I didn’t care. I pulled in tighter and thankfully Sean’s stiff cock was still warm and ready against my tummy. I wanted to feel it and hold it and caress it. I could tell it was large enough to satisfy me and he was certainly ready. I wanted him to take me right mecidiyeköy here, in the middle of the street.“I don’t mind.” I said.“Won’t your parents be concerned? Let me get my cell out of the car and you can call them.” He pulled away from me and dropped my shoulders and I felt my knees press together to keep me standing. I was weak and horny and half naked, why wasn’t he molesting me? Why was he going into his car and insisting on calling Mama? The moment was slipping away and I had absolutely no idea why. “There is only Mama and she doesn’t have a phone.” I said.He looked over the hood of the car and held his cell in his hand for a moment, his eyes lost in me. I could see his longing and smell his desire for me. I shrugged my shoulders back so that my dress opened a little more. God, wasn’t it obvious? I didn’t want him to think I was a slut, but right now I would be for him. My breasts were exposed but only half way, the dress had closed back over half of each breast instead of opening more. I didn’t want to be too obvious and just pull it off but the desire was there.“Seriously, you guys don’t have a phone?” “Seriously.”“So then I guess we are just stuck. Maybe a car will come by? I don’t see a house around for miles.”“Mr…I mean, Sean…what are we doing?”“What do you mean?”“I mean, you are my art teacher, you are an older man and I’m a teenage girl,” even if I really wasn’t, he didn’t know, “and I’m half naked here and we just kissed. Why…”“Yes?” He waited for me to make my point.I stood there, feeling stupid and obvious. I wanted him to fuck me, right now! I wanted to feel his thick hard cock inside me. I wanted him to tear this dress off me and rip it to shreds so that I would have to be forever naked in his arms. I wanted to taste his cum and suck his hard cock and…and…“Nothing.” I said and turned away from him, pulling my dress over my breasts.“What is wrong?”I stood there with my arms crossed. I debated telling him but instead I ducked my head down and tried to cover my face with my hair but I had pulled it into little pigtails for him. For him! I was cute, I was skinny, I was practically throwing myself on him, why wasn’t he ravishing me right now? Men. Why are they so stupid?“Oh come on, don’t hide behind your hair again. I love your face. Did you know that you have perhaps the most beautiful full lips I’ve ever seen in my life? You have a little dimple in the middle of your bottom lip that makes me want to kiss you so bad right now.”“Well why don’t you!”He backed up. My voice had a little gruff edge to it. I could feel my teeth, they were sharp. I was really angry.“Because…because I’m trying to be good here. God, do you know what would happen to me if we…if I was…I’m your teacher for crying out loud. I am what… at least twice your age? You’re just a kid and they have really strict laws about this kinda thing. I don’t want to end up on the evening news.”“So you are afraid of being caught? I’m…” I was about to say I’m not a little kid, that I’m probably older than him but physically I knew I looked young.

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