When I was fifteen, I was enrolled in my sophomore year and received my high school class schedule in the mail just before the start of fall semester. I had four classes before lunch and three after. My last period was sex education with a new teacher to the school. Being an honor student with straight A's, I planned to attend the local university majoring in engineering. My SAT and ACT scores were near the top in every category, especially in math and science. The one high school class that concerned me was sex education, since I had no experience in this subject other than watching porn or reading about sex online. I was still a virgin. I never had a girl friend. Most kids would consider me a nerd.
The first day of school went as I expected. I normally sat in the front row as my eye sight had gotten worse since I received my last pre***********ion glasses. When I entered the classroom for my last period, I had to sit in the fifth row because every seat in the first several rows was taken. I then saw my teacher for the first time. She was absolutely gorgeous standing at nearly six feet with pale skin, full red lips, and auburn hair that cascaded down to her waist. She dressed conservatively, but I could tell she had a very sexy hourglass shape with large breasts and wide hips. From my best estimate, she probably had a 38 inch chest with DD-cups. The only thing I could compare her against were the pictures from the porn sites. My cock was straining against the zipper of my jeans almost to the point of being painful.
My cock is a little above average length at just under seven inches while fully erect, and it has larger than average girth. Having watched a lot of porn, I knew I wasn't a porn star stud but expect I was larger than most guys my age and size. I've always been happy with my length and girth. My cock seemed a little out of portion compared to my build especially standing at 5'6" and a little under 130 lbs. I was a smaller kid compared to most of my male classmates.
Miss Dawn Callus, or Miss C. as we called her, was absolutely mesmerizing. She captured my full attention by starting the class with her background in education and her life in Chicago. Nearly every guy in class kept holding his hand high in the air hoping to get a word with Miss C. The first question was whether she was married. To everyone guy's devastation, we learned she was engaged to a doctor named Cletus Wilson. The second question was if her fiancee was black. She just nodded in agreement but did not vocalize her answer, because skin color had nothing to do with their relationship and it was no one's business but hers. I could see a few of the white guys in the first two rows cross their arms in disgust. Some even disagreed with a scoff or grunt. The two black football players in the second row turned to each other and high-fived. One of the girls asked when her wedding was scheduled. We learned it was planned the Saturday starting with fall break to allow her to have a honeymoon during that week without school. I was disappointed she was engaged but still wanted to see her naked.
As the class continued, Miss C. first went over the syllabus then showed a short film on the human reproductive system. There was a lot of whooping and hollering during the film. I was studying the film carefully trying to learn as much as possible about the female body. That is until I started daydreaming about Miss C. and me having sex. I was picturing her under me with her legs wrapped around my body as I pounded her, all while hearing her call my name over and over 'fuck me Michael, fuck me Michael, fuck me M...' I was shaken back to reality when the bell rang and classroom lights returned to normal. I looked down to ensure I wasn't tenting too badly but had to sit at my desk for a few minutes until everyone had left the room. Miss C. had a hint of a smile as she watched me walk out. She probably realized I had an erection. I wanted to walk over, unzip my pants and shove my cock in her mouth.
When I got home after school, I had to go into the bathroom and rub one out, all while picturing Miss C. on her knees in front of me. It was one of the biggest orgasms I ever had as I shot all over the shower door. My jizz streaked down the glass in long rivulets. It took several minutes for me to clean it up.
That night, I dreamed Miss C. was a virgin and needed me to teach her about sex. I was very experienced in my dream. When I woke the next morning, not only did I have morning wood, I had also ejaculated inside my underwear during the night. Luckily it didn't leak on my sheets. I just went into the bathroom and relieved myself, again dreaming about Miss C. on her knees.
I had to find some way to have sex with Miss C. at any cost. I wanted to lose my virginity to her as my first sex partner. I knew she was getting married so I wanted it to happen before the wedding if at all possible. She wasn't just going to let me have sex with her willingly so I needed to press the issue either by blackmail or by force. I planned both options in detail to a meticulous degree. I just needed to find the right time and place. I started the blackmail plan first.
I asked around and checked her social media accounts. It appeared Miss C. was dedicated to her fiancee and wasn't fooling around behind his back. She was only seen with him or one of her many female friends. I also checked into her education career at her previous school in Chicago. She was listed as one of the top educators. Damn, this was proving difficult. I couldn't find any dirt on her. Blackmail wasn't going to work. That only left one option...force.
After school the next day, I watched Miss C. get into her car and drive south down Main Street. She drove a very large blue sedan that had a cracked tail light. It was easy to spot from a far away. I rode my bike as fast as possible to follow her, but lost sight when she turned left of 74th Street. The next day, I would wait for her at that intersection.
The following day, I watched as she turned east on 74th Street and followed her into Sherwood Oaks subdivision. She had to slow down in the neighborhood and stop for a bus of grade school kids. This allowed me time to catch up to her car. I was able to follow her all the way to her house on 72nd Street. She lived in a modest single story house with a two car garage. Miss C. pulled into her garage and closed the door behind her car. Now I knew where she lived. The next step was to determine the method, day and time. I thought about breaking into her house late at night while she slept. I could wear a ski mask to hide my identity and tie her up. I then realized she was much taller than me and probably stronger. Forcing her may not work so I needed to find an alternative way to force her to have sex.
I started looking up various methods to have sex with me without having me arrested for rape. The one thing that kept coming up was different date rape drugs such as: MDMA (Ecstasy, Molly) and Rohypnol. Each had their side effects. They were not available in the US other than by illegal means. I didn't have those means until I remembered my uncle. He spent time in prison for dealing drugs; typically marijuana, cocaine and such. He never sold the really hard stuff. After getting out, he had found some part-time work typically as a bouncer, bartender or other bar related function. They usually paid him under the table since they couldn't hire him based on company policy. Maybe he could help me.
I later found out that Miss C. was having her bachelorette party at Fazio's Bar & Grill the night before her Saturday wedding. This was my one chance. Now I had the day and time. Luckily, I found out that my uncle would be one of the bartenders for this party. It was being held in one of their private rooms so they needed additional help. I gave him a picture of Miss C. and asked him to spike her drinks with a combination of Rohypnol and Ecstasy. When he asked me why, I lied and told him that she had given me a C grade which might ruin my chance for a full scholarship. I also said I wanted to get a little revenge by ruining her night so she would get sleepy and go home horny to an empty house. Her fiancee would be having his bachelor party elsewhere at the same time. He told me that Rohypnol would cause her to get tired and she would eventually pass out. He had a different drug instead of Ecstasy call Special E. It was relatively new and resulted in a heightened sexual reaction in a woman causing her vagina to flow freely. That sounded perfect. Everything started to follow my plan. I had the day, time, place and method. Hopefully my uncle knew what he was doing and would give her the correct dose of the two drugs. I had to trust his experience.
The Friday night of her bachelorette party, I waited for Miss C. near the bar parking lot. She walked to her car appearing intoxicated, even though she only had three drinks. She had told her friends that she was tired and could get herself home. She didn't drink much and would be fine to drive. She wanted to get to bed fairly early so she was well rested for the big day. I started running down the street toward her house. About a half mile from the bar, I stood in the middle of the street pretending to check my phone all while watching her car come toward me. At the last second, Miss C. had to swerve to miss me. She slammed the car to a stop, opened her door and asked if I was hurt. I acted shocked and said that I wasn't paying attention and was grateful she didn't hit me. I then asked "Miss C., are you okay? I saw several police cars tonight. I don't want you to get a DUI before your wedding since you appear to be drunk. Can I drive you home?" I just prayed she would take me up on my offer even though I didn't have my driver's license yet, only my permit. She didn't need to know that.
Miss C. was grateful and told me she was extremely tired and only lived a few miles away. I helped her to the passenger side and drove the rest of the way. She had already passed out right after we started for her home. I started calling her name but she didn't respond. I lightly touched her cheek with the back of my hand to see if she was asleep. I then dragged my palm down her shoulder and continued across her chest; just a light moan from her. The rest needed to wait until I got her home. I was already hard as a rock. I couldn't wait to have my way with her. She was so beautiful and sexy.
I pulled into the garage, closed it and made my way over to her side of the car. After opening the passenger door, I unfastened her seat belt. My face was inches from hers. I wanted to kiss her right then and there. Instead, I called her name "Miss.." before realizing I should use her first name just in case she can hear voices and would recognized me as her student. I disguised my voice using a deep tone "Dawn can you hear me? Are you asleep?" then lightly slapped her face a few times to see if she would react. She was completely out. She had on a red silk blouse buttoned in front, a short dark skirt with a deep slit on the side, and black stockings with matching heels. She had bright red lipstick which begged to be kissed, so I lightly kissed her lips, but still no reaction. I then started firmly kissing her mouth pressing my tongue past her lips, reaching first base with my first French kiss. I'll admit it was a little sloppy on my part but it was still hot. After a few minutes of kissing, I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror and saw my lips were smeared with her lipstick. I moved on.
I lightly brushed my hands across her chest, unbuttoned her blouse and opened the front clasp on her black pushup bra. Her bra sprung open instantly revealing a great pair of tits. Wow! These would rival any pair I saw from porn videos...and I watched a lot of porn. I just stared at them for several minutes until I got the nerve and started groping her tits and sucking on her nipples. They hardened almost on contact and felt similar to pencil erasers. Not wanting to leave any bruises, I made sure not to suck too hard or bite down on her nipples. I noticed some of her lipstick that had smeared on my lips when I kissed her was now transferred to her tits. I laughed and would need to clean that up later. I continued playing with her breasts for fifteen minutes; having reached second base. I wanted to stay with her tits but had a larger goal this night...it was between her legs.
I then turned my attention further south by swinging her legs out and pushing them apart. I lifted her skirt up to her waist to reveal matching black thong panties. I thought about pulling them down to get better access but instead I just pushed them aside, since there wasn't much material covering her pussy. I noticed she was completely bare down there. She must shave her pubes or at least did this for her wedding. I ran my fingers along her outer lips and pushed on her clit. Miss C. made faint moaning sounds which scared the hell out of me but she did not open her eyes. I then realized she was already wet, probably from the Special E drug, so I thrust my middle finger in and out of her pussy which made nice squishing sounds. I slowly bent down and kissed, licked and tongued her wetness. She tasted a little salty and musky but otherwise it was great. I wondered if I could bring her to an orgasm this way so I attacked her pussy with my tongue and rubbed her clit with my thumb. When my tongue got tired, I began thrusting in and out with two fingers. After several minutes, she started to shake and release additional wetness...success! I guessed she had an orgasm but I wasn't sure. I had nothing to base this on other than those porn sites. And I knew most of those videos exaggerated the woman's orgasm. Anyway, I reached third base. It was time to round the base and head for home.
I felt even bolder by pushing my pants down around my ankles and kicking them aside. I withdrew my erect cock through the fly hole of my boxer-briefs, wanting her wetness to soak into my underwear so I could keep her smell as a souvenir. I could masturbate to her scent later. I moved closer and rubbed my cock along her pussy lips searching for the opening. Before I went too far, I wanted to make sure she was still unconscious so I asked in a deep voice "Dawn, you still asleep? Is it okay if I fuck your pussy now?" No response. After poking around for a few seconds, I finally found her opening and pushed inside with just my cockhead, holding it in place while watching her face closely. She was so wet that I just thrust hard and buried my seven inches to the hilt. I felt something at the tip of my cock but wasn't sure what it was; maybe her cervix? What a great feeling to see my cock disappear inside her tight pussy and losing my virginity to Miss C. at the same time. I whispered "thank you my dear. I wanted this since I first saw you." It felt like a warm, wet, tight glove. I slowly withdrew until just my cockhead was inside then rammed it deep again. After about ten strokes, I shot my load while pushing in as deep as possible. My cock pulsed once, twice, thrice...finally after six shots it subsided. It was the biggest load of my young life. I hadn't planned on cumming inside her but it came on me quickly and I just couldn't stop thrusting. Wishing I had lasted longer, I just held my cock in place until it started to soften and withdrawal. It was my first intercourse. I hit a home run. Wow, all four bases in a manner of minutes. I was on fire.
After I pulled out, I panicked when I saw my jizz start to ooze out of her pussy. I quickly reclined the passenger seat and propped her legs up on the dashboard. At least for the moment, this prevented any more of my semen from seeping out of her vagina. I started looking around for something to clean her up. I didn't want Miss C. to wake up with my cum leaking all over her panties and the car seat. I opened the glove box, found some fast food napkins and quickly stuffed one in her opening. I then started going through her purse to see what I could find. Her driver's license showed her age as 36 years old. I expected her to be younger than that. She was old enough to be my mom. At bottom of her purse I saw a tampon and opened the package to inspect it, wondering how they worked. I removed the paper napkin and pushed the tampon inside her pussy until just the string was showing. I thought it would prevent whatever was remaining inside her from leaking out. I also hoped the remainder of my cum would be soaked into the tampon, absorbed by her body, or maybe even evaporate. What the hell did I know? Until just a few minutes ago I was still a virgin. In fact, I hadn't even kissed a girl until I kissed the unconscious Miss C. on her lips. I used the paper napkin to wipe up the small amount of jizz that had leaked out. I put that in my pants pocket for safe keeping. I wanted a reminder of the first creampie I gave a girl...or woman in this case.
When I looked up, I noticed her head was tilted back over the car seat headrest. This reminded me of some porn videos where the woman had her head bent back over the edge of a bed with the man throat fucking her. I think it helped align her mouth and throat with the man's penis. I wondered if I could try this. I opened the back door and kneeled on the back seat with my cock inches from her face. What the hell...I already lost my virginity to her pussy about ten minutes ago, so I wanted to get a blowjob and check another item off my bucket list.
I again wanted to see if Miss C. was still asleep by asking "Dawn, you still asleep? Will you give me a blowjob?" She didn't object so my cock started to inflate at the idea. I had to open her mouth in order to get my cock inside. As she was still passed out, I wasn't able to feel her lips tight around my cock. I tried holding her mouth closed but that just caused her teeth to scrape my cock as I thrust. Instead, I just pushed deep into her mouth but found resistance with almost three inches of my cock remaining outside of her lips. I did enjoy the sensation of her warm, wet mouth but since I couldn't get her to close her lips, I wanted to get all of my cock inside her. I pushed even harder and all of a sudden it popped passed her throat. I noticed a slight bulge in her neck which meant I was buried fully in her throat. I quickly started thrusting but only to the point where I could feel my cock's head popping in and out of her throat opening. This was the only place I could feel any tightness. I held my fingers on her neck while fucking her throat so I could feel my cock through her skin. Since I had just cum a few moments ago, I was able to last nearly ten minutes. I finally felt my balls tighten and whispered "Dawn I'm cumming. Take it down your throat. Swallow it bitch." She didn't say no, therefore I ended up shooting a smaller load down her gullet. I held my cock deep in her throat until it stopped twitching. Once my cock deflated, I pulled back without feeling the pop this time. I noticed a red ring around the base of my cock which must have come from her lipstick. Finally I had my first blowjob...well sort of.
After I completely withdrew, I tried using my cell phone light to ensure that none of my jizz was visible in her mouth, but accidentally took a picture instead. Fortunately the flash didn't wake the sleeping beauty. I quickly used the light correctly this time. Thank goodness there wasn't any of my sticky white jizz that I could see inside her mouth. It must have all went down her throat. I then realized I could document tonight with a series of pictures especially of her tits and pussy.
I planned to fuck her again since I only lasted ten seconds the first time, but wanted to take her from behind. This was a favorite position in many of the porn videos so I had to try it. I believed it was call 'doggy style'. I also thought about trying to fuck her ass but realized this may be painful after she woke. If I did this, she would absolutely know something happened to her while she was unconscious. Besides, I didn't have any lube to use on her ass. I would just have to settle for one more time in her pussy. Not a bad trade off. Maybe I could take my time and feel more of her pussy. The first time happened so fast that I wasn't able to fully enjoy the experience. Her mouth just didn't feel as good.
I went around to the front door to see if the tampon was able to soak up my remaining cum. I pulled on the string but it seemed to be stuck. I pulled a little harder but it still held fast. I started getting nervous that it wouldn't come out. I didn't want to hurt her by pulling the string too hard. What if the string broke? I gave up and cleaned any visible wetness from her cunt and thighs by using the paper napkins and a bottle of water that was sitting in the cup holder. I also cleaned the small amount of lipstick around her nipples. I took a picture of her pussy and moved her panties to cover her opening ensuring the tampon string was hidden under the fabric. I would have liked to keep her panties as a trophy, but could not risk the consequences. She would obviously know that someone took her panties so I left them in place. I then put her legs back inside the car, set the seat to a halfway reclined position and put her bra back in place (but only after taking a selfie of me grabbing her tit). I gave her tits one last squeeze and kiss over her bra. I then buttoned her blouse and ensured her hair look as good as I could manage. I had to wipe her mouth with a wet napkin to remove the smeared lipstick. I took a picture of her reclining back in the car seat with me kissing her cheek. She was absolutely gorgeous. I couldn't believe I got to fuck her a few minutes ago.
I planned to finish up and leave, but my cock was becoming harder by the minute. I felt like my balls had a little left in reserve; however, I couldn't fuck her pussy because of the stupid stuck tampon. I was so pissed about not getting another chance with her pussy. The first time was way too fast. I was just too excited. Fucking her ass was out of the question, so that left her mouth. Even though I already did this, I wanted to unload in her one more time before leaving. I wished she was awake and gave me a proper blowjob. I wanted to feel those lips around my cock and hear her moaning and slurping. Oh well, it would have to be another throat fuck.
I fully reclined her seat again and made my way to the back door climbing on the seat. By placing two fingers on her chin, I slowly opened her mouth and shoved my cock down past her tonsils. This time I wasn't worried about being careful. I thrust deep down her throat again, feeling the same popping as before, and repeated that action for another fifteen minutes. As my climax neared, I whispered "slut, take my cum down your throat" and shoved as hard as I could. My last load of the night went down her gullet along with my sincere gratitude for a second blowjob. I took a picture of her face with my cock shoved down her throat and the slight bulge in her neck. I took one last picture of her face with my cock on her lips like she was kissing it. These would make great additions to my collection. There was a small drop of cum at the tip of my cock. I rubbed this across her lips so she would wake with a hint of my salty taste. I wondered if she would be able to tell that it was cum.
I wanted to spend more time with her but didn't want to push my luck. After all, I didn't know how long the drugs lasted. We had been in the garage for over an hour. She might wake up soon so I returned her seat to a halfway reclined position. I cupped my hands on the side of her face and gave her a very light kiss. I didn't want to remove too much of the jizz I wiped on her lips earlier. I said "thank you for a wonderful night. I wish we could do this again but your future asshole of a husband will get to have all the fun." I thought to myself what a lucky guy he was. But then again, I got lucky tonight.
I fastened her seatbelt and quietly closed the passenger door. I had thought about trying to move her inside the house but realized she probably weighed as much or more than me. She already had nearly six inches of height over me. Instead, I just wrote a note on some paper I found in the garage:
MISS C. BY THE TIME I GOT YOU HOME, YOU WERE ALREADY ASLEEP. I TRIED TO WAKE YOU. I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BEST TO JUST LET YOU SLEEP IN THE CAR. I RECLINED YOUR SEAT SO YOU WOULD BE MORE COMFORTABLE AND LEFT YOUR SEATBELT IN PLACE TO PREVENT YOU FROM FALLING OVER. I HOPE I DID THE RIGHT THING. MICHAEL.
I placed the note under the wiper blade and made one last inspection of everything to ensure I left no trace of our sex. I reached through the passenger car window, put her purse on her lap and left through the garage door watching it close behind me. Now I had no way of getting back in if I did forget anything. I was pretty sure I checked everything before leaving. I had my cell phone; the paper napkins I used to clean her mouth, tits, pussy and thighs; the wrapper from the tampon; and my complete appreciation for a glorious night.
I went home and uploaded the pictures to my computer having felt the need to shoot one more time. While looking over the pictures, I slapped the side of my head in anger. I should have taken one with my jizz leaking out of her snatch. It would have made a great selfie: with my face smiling, my thumb pointing up, and her pussy's wetness with my jizz leaking out. Oh well, it was too late now. I still had plenty to masturbate to.
Dawn Callus woke the next morning with an awful headache. She thought her head was pounding when she realized it was just someone banging on the garage door. She looked up and hit the door opener then realized she was still buckled in her car but in the passenger seat. Trying to remember what happened and how she got home, Dawn then grasped that someone must have driven her home. She had a hard time focusing and couldn't remember who it was, but guessed it was one of her friends from the bar. Her brain was still foggy and her eyes were glazed. She had a bad taste in her mouth and on her lips. She had the worst hangover of her life.
Dawn's sisters and some of the other bridesmaids were ushering her in the house to get ready. Dawn walked into the bathroom to shower and clear the cobwebs. After undressing, she stepped into the shower, looked over to the mirror and noticed a string hanging down between her legs. She was wondering why her pussy felt a little strange. She reached down and withdrew the tampon trying to understand why it was there. She wasn't due for her period for another two weeks. She had planned her wedding and honeymoon around her menstrual cycle to ensure her husband could make love to her that night. Maybe they would even conceive on the first attempt. Dr. Wilson and her even abstained from having sex during the month prior to the wedding. She asked him not to masturbate during this time as well so his seed would be potent.
Dawn just shrugged her shoulders and tossed the tampon into the waste basket not noticing the small globs of white liquid leaking from her vagina and dropping on the shower floor. After a long hot shower, she dried off and walked to her bedroom wearing just the towel. She cleared her throat. Dawn's older sister would handle her hair and makeup. The others were busying themselves with Dawn's wedding dress, veil, underwear, stockings, shoes and other items. Her mother placed a blue garter on the bed next to her stockings.
While her sister attended to her hair and makeup, someone handed Dawn a note folded in half. When she read the note, Dawn realized it was me that drove her home last night and left her in the car. She quickly tore the note in four pieces and tossed it in the trash so her mother didn't see it. She felt better realizing it was me that brought her home and not some sleazy scumbag from the bar. Who knows what might have happened? She didn't suspect anything from her straight A and honor roll student. Ha! If only she knew the truth.
Dawn cleared her throat and called over to her maid-of-honor asking "Gayle, do you have any idea why I might have put a tampon in last night?"
Gayle laughed and responded "I have no idea. I know we were talking about menstrual cycles. You said you were two weeks away from yours and wanted to try and get pregnant on your honeymoon. I remember Cathy asking if anyone had an extra one. She was bitchy enough to be on her period. Oh that's right, you went to the bathroom before you left the bar. Maybe you put it in then."
Dawn cleared her throat again and replied "well I guess I must have been drunker than I thought. I only remember having three drinks which isn't that much. Maybe it is for a petite woman but I am not petite. Typically three drinks just give me a little buzz. It was probably because I ate very little yesterday. I had a light breakfast with toast and coffee. I should have known better." She cleared her throat again.
While her sister was applying her makeup, she noticed Dawn was continually clearing her throat and rubbing her neck. When asked what she was doing, Dawn replied "I don't know why but my throat feels raw. I hope I'm not getting a sore throat or coming down with a cold. This isn't great timing. Maybe it's just wedding day nerves." She just drank a little water and continued to prepare for her big day.
Her sister laughed and said "maybe you gave Cletus a blowjob and got carried away. It can happen, since it happened to me a couple of days ago. Jerry and I were in a 69 with him on top. He got a little clumsy and rammed it down my throat. I pushed him away and punched his arm. I told him no more oral for at least a month."
Dawn laughed hard to the point of crying. She responded "that is the funniest thing I ever heard. It so happens that Cletus and I haven't been together for a while. He needs to save himself for tonight. I plan to take him every which way possible. Maybe he'll put a baby in my belly over the next week."
"Ok, that is way too much information" her sister said. "Let me get back to your makeup. Some of your mascara smeared a little when you laughed."
Dawn cleared her throat again and drank a little more water.
Dawn's wedding went off without a hitch. She dazzled everyone with her charm and beauty, and then danced with her father at the reception. Her new husband was equally charming and chivalrous to all of their guests. He had plenty of experience charming people during his ten years as doctor. They left for their honeymoon that night and spent a week in Maui, Hawaii.
Dawn had her way with him the next day and several nights during their honeymoon. When Cletus tried to get her to give him a blowjob, Dawn just pushed him away and said she wanted to have intercourse and try to get pregnant. In reality, her throat was still very raw.
The following week, school restarted after the fall break. Mrs. Wilson (formerly Miss C.) had slight sunburn because of her pale skin tones. She wore light and loose fitting clothes to limit the amount of skin chaffing. After class was dismissed, she asked me to stay for a minute. I was extremely nervous thinking she knew what happened between us. However, she just thanked me for driving her home and taking the time to leave the note. She was a little embarrassed. I just nodded and said it was my pleasure. I thought to myself 'it was definitely my pleasure.' I said I hoped she had a good time at her party, at her wedding, and on her honeymoon. I thought to myself 'I definitely had a good time after your party. Thank you for my blowjobs and allowing me to lose my virginity to you.' She gave me a sideways look at my smile, but then hugged me and said goodbye.
About four months later, she informed the class of her pregnancy. Her husband and her were very happy about their first child and planned to have more as soon as possible. They both wanted a big family. People always say pregnant women glowed. That was certainly true with Mrs. Wilson. I wanted to have sex with her even with a swollen belly and continually up to the time she gave birth. I was jealous that Dr. Wilson got to have all the fun. Well at least I did have fun for one night.
As the school year went on, her belly continued to grow. We were wrapping up the spring semester and finishing her sex education class. The next week we would be out for summer break. Mrs. Wilson was already seven months pregnant and planned to be back for the fall semester. The timing worked out well as the last part of the curriculum focused on pregnancy and birth. I was fascinated by how the female body adapted to the pregnancy and the entire birthing process. The rest of the class seemed to be grossed out when we watched a film on a birth. I wasn't.
I saw Mrs. Wilson a few times over the summer. She had grown larger with her pregnancy and expected her to give birth very soon. Since sex education was only taught during sophomore year, I would no longer be enjoying the time with her in school. I did get more confident with girls. I owed it all to Mrs. Wilson and our joint sexual experience, even though she was unconscious the entire time.
Mrs. Wilson gave birth to identical twin baby girls in early August. Twins didn't run in her family, nor did they run in her husband's family. Both of the girls had pale skin, blonde hair and blue/green eyes. Dr. Wilson was suspicious that neither had his darker skin tone, brown eyes or black hair. Being an OB/GYN doctor, he knew that dark skin, brown eyes and black hair were prominent genes when compared to Mrs. Wilson lighter appearance. Without his wife's knowledge, he had blood samples drawn from both babies. He already had a blood sample from his wife when they collected it during her hospital stay. He sent the samples along with a sample of his own blood to a nearby lab for DNA paternity tests.
The blood analysis came back showing he was not the father to their daughters. Dr. Wilson was furious and accused his wife of being unfaithful. Mrs. Wilson pleaded innocence stating she never slept with anyone but him since they started dating. He showed her the report stating the DNA paternity test conclusively showed a zero percent chance that he fathered the girls. Mrs. Wilson was shocked that he did these tests behind her back. He stated that he didn't need her permission based on state law.
They separated immediately. Dr. Wilson filed for divorce the following week after being married less than a year. He wanted no relationship with the baby girls since they were not his and demanded she change the birth certificates removing his name as the father. Mrs. Wilson was devastated and did not understand how she could have gotten pregnant unless it was with Dr. Wilson. She did not have intercourse with anyone else during their long engagement and short marriage. At least she didn't to her knowledge. If only she knew the truth.
When I found out what happened, I realized I was the one that got Mrs. Wilson pregnant. My lighter skin tone, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes matched her babies. I was horrified at first thinking she would find out and accuse me of rape. On the brighter side, at least I knew my sperm was potent after only having sex with her the one time. I later started feeling proud that I was able to impregnate a woman on the first try and being a father to twin girls. Of course, I would be an absent father.
When Mrs. Wilson returned home from the hospital, she started writing down every event prior to her birthing the girls. She started with their wedding and worked her way backward. The only time that was questionable was her bachelorette party. She remembered driving to the bar and having drinks with her friends. She also remembered that she was extremely tired after a few drinks but attributed that to being run ragged during the day and forgetting to eat after breakfast. The thought of being date raped crossed her mind, but she left the bar alone and drove straight home. The only time that concerned her was when I drove her home and that night she spent in the garage. She didn't remember anything after talking with me in the street. She didn't really suspect me of any foul play since I was such a geek in school and probably still a virgin. But was there someone else in the garage or her house? If so, why was she fully dressed when she woke? Why was she still sitting in the car with her seatbelt on? Why did she have a tampon in her pussy? That last question really bothered her. The only rationale was she put it in while in the bar bathroom. It didn't make sense. She must have done that when she was completely drunk. She spoke with her friends from that night but it didn't reveal any definitive answers.
At the start of the new school year, Mrs. Wilson stopped me in the hallway and asked to see me after school. I wasn't in her sex education class this year so I just worried the remainder of the day. When the bell rang to dismiss school for the day, I started thinking of ways to avoid our scheduled meeting.
After mush hesitation, I went to see Mrs. Wilson. She was still carrying some of her pregnancy weight but otherwise looked very sexy. She asked "I know you drove me home after my party, but was there any chance someone was in the garage or my house?" I wasn't sure if she was leading me on or just fishing for the truth.
I just played dumb and replied "I don't know about your house, but I thoroughly checked the garage when I was looking for some paper to leave a note. Why are you asking?" I was sweating bullets. However, I thought to myself 'I fucked your brains out and got you pregnant. Not bad for my first time.'
Mrs. Wilson appeared relieved and lied to me saying "it isn't a big deal. I noticed some things were missing inside my house. I'm not sure if the cleaning staff took them, my husband moved them, or if I misplaced them. Anyway, thank you for driving me home safely and your time today." She gave me another hug and walked out of the classroom. I so wanted to grab her ass during our hug. I almost fainted from relief.
Several years later, I was halfway through my freshmen year at the local university. My girl friend and I were walking around the mall during Christmas break. We passed the kids play area where I saw Mrs. Wilson and her two girls. The girls were a little over two years old now. They were very cute with their blonde hair and blue eyes. I walked over to Mrs. Wilson to say hello.
"Mrs. Wilson, it is good to see you. Your two girls are beautiful. They look just like you. Oh, this is my girl friend Jennifer Morgan. She is also a freshman and studying accounting." I said.
"It is nice to meet you Jennifer. Both of you please call me Dawn now that you are out of high school. It is now Ms. Dawn Callus. My husband and I divorced not long after the girls were born so I returned to my maiden name. I understand you started your engineering program at the university. How is everything going?" Dawn asked.
"Everything is going great. Look, your girls are coming over here."
Dawn knelt down and hugged both of her daughters. "Girls, I want you to meet Michael and Jennifer." She looked at us and introduced "these are my pride and joy...Claire and Blaire."
Both girls ran to me and hugged me. These were my twin daughters. I nearly started to cry feeling overwhelmed with pride. I embraced the twins with strong emotions. I so wanted to kiss them and say 'call me daddy.' However I just introduced them to my girlfriend. They also gave her a hug.
Dawn looked and us and smiled. All of a sudden, see saw the similarities with her girls and me. She started thinking 'did Michael have sex with me and get me pregnant that night? There wasn't any other explanation how I could have gotten pregnant other than the night of my bachelorette party. I never suspected him. I remembered being tired when I left the bar. And for some reason, I was also horny. I thought it was just because everyone at the bar was talking about sex and what I planned to do my first night.' She was nervous about confronting me but she had to know the truth.
Dawn then asked the question I dreaded "Michael, can I speak with you privately? Jennifer, would you mind keeping an eye on my girls for a few minutes?" Jennifer said she would be happy to watch the girls. They went back to the playground and could be heard laughing.
Dawn lead me to an area without people around. She asked "Michael, tell me the truth. Did you have sex with me the night you drove me home after my party? Please tell me. I promise I won't be mad."
I had a hard time looking at my former teacher and started sweating. Eventually I lied and said "Yes. I'm sorry but you asked me if I was still a virgin. You then started kissing me in the car when we pulled into your garage. Things sort of ramped up from there. I went over to passenger door to help you into your house, but then you reached out and pulled me into the seat with you and kissed me again. I knew you were drunk but thought this was what you wanted. We had sex all of ten seconds. When we finished, I looked up and you were asleep. I was embarrassed that I didn't last any longer and more so that you fell asleep on me. I couldn't wake you so I put you back in the passenger seat and left a note." I was rambling on and on trying to convince her. The problem was I didn't remember everything I said so if she asked me to repeat the story I would probably tell it differently.
Dawn took a deep breath and replied "if you say I willingly participated in this then we are good. If I was unconscious the whole time then it would be rape. Which was it?"
I was relieved and said "you were drunk but awake until the end. You started by kissing me and pulling me into the car. I would never take advantage of an unconscious girl. I'm sorry if this was wrong."
Dawn then asked the question that she already knew the answer "did you ejaculate inside me? If so, why was there a tampon in my vagina?"
I got scared again and started rambling "yes I did. I'm so sorry. You asked me if I had a condom but I didn't have one. You then opened the glove box and gave me a few paper napkins. You told me to pull out and ejaculate in the napkins before I finished inside you. I really tried, but it hit me so fast. I pulled out too late and made a mess inside you and on the outside of your private area. I tried to clean you up with the napkins, but when I saw some leaking out I panicked and started looking for something to help me clean your insides. I saw a tampon in your purse and hoped it would absorb any of my...stuff, sort of like it absorbs a girl when she bleeds." Wow, I surprised myself with the story of half truths.
Dawn laughed and replied "that was a strange thing to do. I know you were trying your best. At least that night makes sense now. Just so you know...plugging my vagina opening with a tampon just kept your semen inside me. It didn't absorb it."
Dawn then sprung the truth about the girls. "Michael, I forgive you. I am also sorry if I came on too strong with you that night. I should not have been drunk and try to drive home. That was stupid of me. At least you brought me home safely, so thank you for that. Oh and by the way, you got me pregnant that night. You placing a tampon in my vagina kept your semen inside me for a longer period. That may have contributed to my pregnancy, but I also expect that you had very potent sperm given your age. It might not have mattered with or without the tampon. My beautiful girls are also your daughters. Don't worry; I won't expect you to do anything about that. However, it would be nice if we saw you from time to time. I won:t tell them the truth until they are 18 years old and only if they ask me."
I acted shocked but was also overcome with guilt and relief. I just said "thank you."
We started walking back to her girls but stopped when Dawn asked a final question "also, my throat was very sore the next day. Did you have anything to do with that?"
I tried to look confused and just shook my head no. However, I thought to myself 'yea, I throat fucked you twice and fed you my seed. Thank you for my first blowjobs. If you want to do it again, I am ready.'
She looked at me and laughed. I think she knew the truth, but just nodded and went back to her girls.
Jennifer and I left the play area and walked to the food court. When she asked me what that was all about, I just shrugged my shoulders and said "she just wanted to catch up on my studies."