Sister Ida was my principal in the high school. The relationship was initiated unbelievably. I used to be under her special care in the school for my deviances there. She was so tough yet kind to me, she wouldn’t let me out her grip for any mistakes I had done but she didn’t do it by force but always with motherly approach.
What amazed her and me too was that despite all punishments which took up a lot of times in the school i didn’t have any difficulties to understand any school’s subjects. This convinced her that I still had any chance to stay at the school, only that i needed any counseling to get better. And for this task she herself took up the responsibility. This kind relation built up another relation which was forbidden. I fell in love in her.
Since this feeling developed within me, I always tried to find ways to take her attention. One thing that I managed to do it succesfully was my love stories and broken family background. This background helped me to get her attention more than other students. I didn’t think before that Sister Ida could get attracted to my love stories. Those were full of previleges for husband & wife only. More than once or twice i caught her daydreaming while I was telling the stories.
One day I told her about a difficulty that my parents facing, they were about to divorce. I wept before her. Without my knowing she was already at my side and hugged me. I was sure she did that to comfort me nothing else, but what i felt was something sensational. I hugged her tightly to get some comforting feeling. I was too much i couldn’t resist my urge to kiss her lips. At once, she slapped me twice. This act saddened me a lot, i was afraid to lose her.
I remember on Sunday she came to my home to visit my family, but I forgot to tell my parents about it. Blessing in disguise I thought. There she was trapped by heavy rain that suddenly poured. There and then i told her that I loved her. Again she was caught daydreaming after my openness to her.
Trembling I touched her fingers, when she was about to pull them away I gripped her hand, I told her once again that I loved her. I caressed her both hands, more daring than that i kissed her. No response. I lifted her skirt. No response. On the couch I squeezed her breasts which were still behind her shirt. No response, but i saw her weeping and tears were pouring. This didn’t stop me even made me crazier to swallow her entirely.
I carried her to my bedroom and i stood her against the wall. One by one I kisssed and squeezed. Buttonned off her clothes and I saw a body that had never been touched by a man before. There I sucked her nipples hard and made some token around it by my teeth.
She refused it when I tried to unzipp her skirt, but i didn’t care. She was moaning when i was busy with her pussy. I asked her to undo all my clothes and she obeyed me. I let her playing with my cock for a while befoe I directed my pride into hers. To and fro we were in dizzying moments. A seventeen year old student penetrating his thirty five years old principal. It was not my first but indeed for her. That’s not the last there would some other occasions for us to be together. But she was forced to leave her convent when her superiors found out that she was pregnant. She did what i admired a lot she didn’t inform who the father was. For that reason I decided to marry her.
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