Mille began to try to catch her teacher’s attention. A first with little notes she left for her on the teacher’s desk as she scurried out, or with small flowers she plucked from gardens on her walk to school. It was school boyish and innocent. Mille however began approaching Kristine in a little more aggressive manner.
Kristine may have been kind and caring for every student there was however one exception. Mille. The little girl began to sew an attachment with her. To Kristine, Mille was an extraordinary little girl. She especially impressed with the girl’s ability to draw and would compliment her frequently. Mille was also a beautiful girl who reminded Kristine of herself when she was her age– still innocent and unspoiled by the outside world. There was however hints and signals that Mille sent out to Kristine that she didn’t quite catch.
One day after dropping a white pedaled flower on her desk. Mille asked if she could share a secret with her. When Kristine leaned in with a wide grin, “tell me your secret Mille, it’ll be yours and mine only” and with that Mille pecked Kristine gently on the lips and quickly ran off but not before turning and holding the doorway to the class room with a devilish little grin half hidden by the wall… Kristine was caught off guard and almost started laughing hysterically because it was the last thing she expected. For a moment Kristine sat and thought about Mille. Mille had a pair of balls to do what she did.
The next day Mille walked in wearing a sky blue summer dress. She eyed her teacher and gave her the look of what she assumed was a “sexy” look. Kristine responded with a raised brow and small hidden grin meant only for Mille. “Sit down girls… and boys” Kristine said starting the class a little early. Mille sat front and center of the class as she always did. At first Kristine tried to ignore Mille’s provocative pose, but she couldn’t help but look. Mille spread her legs open revealing her sweet little pink box. Mille bit her lower lip as she noticed Kristine’s attention being diverted exactly where she wanted her to. Right at her.
Kristine noticed the girl’s pussy starting to get wet. As slips of light were caught in her pink lips and untouched fuck hole. Going against everything she had been taught about moral norms and social standings she decided to play with Mille in her perverted little game of “Hot For Teacher”. She leaned on Mille’s desk pressing her breasts up against one another with her arms. She watched the little girl‘s emerald eyes glow with excitement and intrigue. The other kids in the class room had no idea what was being played right in front of them. Completely bewildered and ignorant of the game the two engaged in. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
Kristine couldn’t help but think of Mille through out the day as they teased each other. Both trying to one up the other. Kristine didn’t know why she was doing this. Deep down in her gut she knew it was wrong. Mille might have started to develop but she was still a little girl even at fourteen. The thought made a hot shiver run along her spine and legs. “God, this is so fucking hot”, Kristine thought.
Suddenly the men she was dating seemed like distant clouds. After loosing her husband she had been lonely and bored. Men seemed like pigs to her. Her dead husband would beat her… Why not she thought, it was Mille after all that made the advances and began courting her. Why not give this a shot, if only to have some perverted fun. The part of reason and logic in her brain screamed for her not to continue encouraging the young impressionable girl, but a deeper desire ruled her… she felt her self starting to get a little wet.
“Why don’t you stay after class Mille, I have something to discuss with you in private.”, no one said a thing; Mille just nodded and bit at her lower lip again agreeing to the arrangement grabbing fiercely at her desk and spreading her legs apart again.
With a loud slam and lock of the door without another word Kristine marched right up to Mille and locked her lips on the little girl. Her hands grabbing the girl on the ass and lifting her up in the air. Mille wrapped her lengthy legs around her teacher in embrace. She never kissed anyone before but that didn’t hold Mille back because it was Kristine taking control. Kristine teased the girl’s lips with quick lashes of her tongue and breathed in her air. Mille was swooned.
Kristine was enthralled with the situation as the two locked eyes with Mille still hold her with her legs. This was against everything she knew. If felt so bad it was good and delicious. She laid the girl gently on her back on her massive desk throwing papers off onto the floor clearing the way for her little whore. “Now, Mille… have you ever done anything like this before?” Kristine asked.
“No… But I have seen girls… you know… do things with one another… I want you teacher…teach me how to be a bad little girl”, as perverted and unreal as that sounded it was all Kristine need as she turned to her pupil, “now baby, im going to lick your pussy. Im going to make you feel a whole new experience in life. I don’t want you to be afraid… Mama’s going to make it all okay”, she leaned again with her body showing Mille’s body. They kissed and Kristine sucked in Mille’s tongue gently teasing her.
(Act Three)
“Fuck it” Hamilton thought. Mille was his. Just as much as those damned DVDs and wife belonged to him. She was there for him because of him. If anything the little bitch should be thankful. He clocked out of work early.
He arrived home. He walked through the door and there was Mille surprised and almost startled by his arrival. She pulled away the paper she was drawing and tried to hide it from her father beneath some homework. He caught her without saying a word, he pulled the drawing out of the tiny pile on the carpet and raised a brow when he realized what he was looking at. “Mille. Aren’t you talented?” he said genuinely impressed with the girl’s artwork.
A picture of a woman vaguely familiar laid naked on a bed with what appeared to be Mille kissing. His dick fluttered with excitement. To think, his little girl was a perverted little lesbian. “Silly girl”, he said with an evil twinkle in his eyes, “ bitches are for boys…. And daddies!” and without warning he grabbed Mille by the neck.
Frightened she said nothing. She saw into her dad’s eyes. In those raging almost black orbs laid a sick desire and lust. Mille recognized the look and had a damned good guess what her father wanted from her. She however did not want to give him anything. Especially that. She tried to scream but he held her too tightly. She watched in horror as her own father began to disrobe. Throwing his t shirt aside and unzipping his pants revealing a raging erection hidden only by the white cover of cotton.
Its finally happening Hamilton thought gleefully to himself. Finally after months of wanting to fuck Mille he was going to. He was so hard from the thought it started to hurt with so much blood pumping into this crouch and dick. Mille began to loose consciousness and with the roll of her eyes she blacked out.