Ugly Redhead Complete

He stood up, in a daze, barely noticing the wet patch on his slacks where Lexis had been sitting, saying "I'm so sorry, Lexis," over and over again. Like a zombie, he gathered his bag and stumbled dumbly out the door. He didn't notice Lexis, sitting in his chair, one hand between her legs, and a tiny smile upon her face.

He got home on auto pilot, not even remembering the trip later. His mind was awash with the probable repercussions of what he had done. He had all but raped an eighteen year-old girl. Not only could he lose his license to teach, it was illegal to have sexual relations with any student or former student until they were 23 years old. He fell asleep in a miasma of self-loathing.

But he dreamed of Lexis.

PART 3:

Over the next few days, Lexis was strangely docile in class. Mike could not bring himself to face her, so he avoided all eye contact whenever possible. He thanked God that for whatever reason, she wasn't pushing him or teasing him anymore.

From time to time, he would throw a quick glance her way, only to find her looking at him with a trace of a smile on her face. This was in some ways worse than an eruption from her. He had no idea what to expect. He had given her total power over him. One word from her, and his career could be over. She could put him in jail! What the hell was going on in that flaky little brain?

Days passed and still no reaction. Every night his dreams were plagued with fevered fantasies of Lexis with her ugly face and her proud, full breasts. By the end of the week, he was a mess, physically and emotionally. Naturally, that's when she chose to come see him.

Friday, he had no after school tutoring, but stayed late to grade any left-over papers from the week. He was sitting at his desk when she walked in and closed the door.

"Hi Mr. Bell," she said with that damned goofy grin. Teeth askew. Magnified blue eyes glittering.

She was wearing a plaid skirt and white blouse.

"Er, hi Lexis, what can I help you with?" he said rather awkwardly.

Her grin turned to a smirk and she said, "I think you know."

"No, Lexis, I don't," he said, trying to muster the authority he used to have. "If this is about what happened the other day, please accept my apology. It should never have happened."

Lexis was now standing uncomfortably close to his chair. He could smell her, god damn it. Now that he was keyed to her, he was instantly aware. She was aroused! And wet. Naturally his body replied in kind and he was instantly rock-hard.

She leaned close. "I'm glad it happened. I loved it." Her goofy grin faded. "I love you, Mr. Bell."

Mike's eyes dropped in sad resignation. This was the worst possible situation. An eighteen year old girl thought she loved him. Christ! What did a high school kid know about love? And now he had to find a way out of this without hurting her tender adolescent feelings. Because if he did break her heart, there was no question what she would do.

He started tentatively, "Lexis, you just think you love me. I have been kind to you, and you sense that I think highly of you..."

She interrupted with a laugh. "Hah, you mean your cock thinks highly of me. If you don't like me, why do you get a hard on every time I'm around? Why did you hump my ass that day? Why did you cum your pants last week?" She paused, licking her full, strawberry lips, "And why did you kiss me?"

Mike just sat open mouthed. Not only had she noticed his embarrassing hard-ons, she seemed well aware of what it meant. And she had the vocabulary to express it... he had been silly to hope she wouldn't understand.

He swallowed to buy time and answered slowly. "I'm sorry for that, Lexis. I have not acted in the way a teacher should. Please forgive me. I don't know why my body reacts the way it does to you. I don't seem to have any control of it. But that's no excuse. It will never happen again. I could lose my job."

This last sentence came out as more a pleading than a statement of fact. Lexis just smiled. "So, you don't have any control with me?" Her smile grew. "You do love me!"

Mike sighed and said, "Lexis, you are young yet, but let me assure you, love and lust are two very different things. If you confuse those two, you will have a miserable life. You are much too young for me. You could easily be my daughter!"

She just continued smirking. "So, you admit you don't have control, yet you tell me it's over. Like, do you have control or not?" She rolled her eyes.

"Lexis, I..."

She interrupted him, "Okay, for instance," she stood up and grabbed a chair and sat in front of him, a few feet away. "What would you do if you knew I'm not wearing any panties?" She spread her knobby knees wide.

Mike sat paralyzed. He had no choice but to look down, but thankfully the skirt was still covering her widely splayed crotch.

"Lexis," he croaked, "you can't do this."

"Don't tell me what to do," she said as she reached down and began slowly gathering the material upwards.

Mike's cock was rock-hard and throbbing painfully as he saw more and more of her shapely, milk-white thighs exposed. He knew he needed to stop her, but he was literally struck dumb by the vision in front of him.

Lexis Miller, leaned back in her chair, legs wantonly splayed, skirt hiking up centimeter by centimeter. He couldn't take his eyes off the soft curve of her inner thighs.

He found himself once again completely powerless to stop what was happening. He looked over at the door, closed but unlocked, and knew that anyone could come in at any moment. Ten minutes past the last bell, just about all the staff were still on premises.

But now he could see her little pussy. And oh my God was it beautiful! Wreathed in fire-red hair, her outer lips were puffy and red, and her inner lips were peeking out, clearly wet and slimy. He could see some of the red hair around the hole was matted and slick with her readiness.

Mike sat like a man in a trance as she reached down and slowly pulled those beautiful lips apart and slid her finger along her slit. He could smell her now, and his cock was literally bursting at the seams of his pants, trying to get at the ripe young girl in front of him.

She slid her finger up and down a few times before repositioning her hand and sliding one digit deep into her tight little cunny. Mike actually moaned when he saw how wet and glistening her finger became. She was a vixen in heat!

It was then that he looked up at her and saw she was looking at him with a passionate, loving expression. Her lips were puffy and full, and her breath was quick.

She took the finger out of her cooch and used the slimy digit to first point at Mike, then her own vagina.

In a trance, Mike stood and walked the few feet towards the horny little teenager. His brain screamed, "NOOOO!!" as he went to his knees in front of her.

She scooted forward on the chair so that her sweet little pussy was on the edge, perfectly presented to him.

Up close it was even more beautiful. Hair the color of polished copper. Pussy lips engorged and red. So wet and ready! And the funky smell of her was driving him crazy! It was like the aroma turned a key in his brain that took control away from him. He wanted her so fucking bad!

Against every instinct, against all good sense, Mike bent over to taste the forbidden fruit. And oh, was it delicious. Her pussy was tangy and musky and the taste sent thrills to his throbbing cock.

As he tongued and slobbered her hot little hole, he could not help but reach down and pull down his zipper, freeing his trapped monster. As he tongued deep into the woman-child's cunt, he used his own pre-cum to slicken his cock for masturbation.

He was lost to the world. Drinking deep of her funky little fertile twat, stroking his own cock, he completely lost track of who and where he was. All he knew was that he wanted to bury himself in this woman forever.

Suddenly Lexis, who had been moaning quietly and voicing little "ohs," let out a deep moan and grabbed Mike by the back of his head. She ground his face into her sopping cunt as her orgasm washed over her.

Mike just drank deep of the warm liquids dribbling out of her hot little fuck hole. As her orgasm subsided, Mike felt his own approaching.

It was just too much: licking the hot little pussy of his own student in an unlocked classroom... tonguing her until her pussy spasmed in orgasm... he was not going to be able to hold back.

As he moaned, signaling his own orgasm, Lexis snapped out of her own stupor and pushed him back.

Mike was gripping the base of his cock as his orgasm washed over him, but Lexis was able to lean forward and fasten her lips on his massive cock head just in time.

Mike felt his balls clench almost painfully as he spewed hot sperm into his student's greedy, drinking mouth. He couldn't help but moan loudly as he hosed off in her mouth. With every spurt, she sucked and swallowed it down. It was sexiest goddamn thing Mike had ever felt. She just kept drinking his cum as he shot load after load.

After what seemed like an eternity, the spasms passed. He felt as though he had cum a quart. But she was still sucking, drawing the last few drops from his spent shaft. It felt wonderful, and the very nastiness of a student greedily sucking the cum from his deflated cock sent new blood surging though it.

I'm getting hard again! he thought. That hadn't happened since his early thirties. He felt his erection returning, and knew he had to come to his senses.

He pushed her head away from his stiffening cock and stuffed it back in his pants. He grabbed her by the shoulder and they both stood up. It was at exactly that moment that Ms. Carithers from across the hall opened the door and peeked in.

"Is everything all right?" she asked.

"Yes," Mike managed to croak out. "I caught my thumb in the desk drawer." I was just showing Lexis the injury."

Lexis smiled at Ms. Carithers and said, "It's really red and throbbing."

Mike cringed at the double entendre, but Ms. Carithers just smiled sweetly and said, "Well, I hope you don't lose the nail, that's the worst."

"Oh, I don't think it's that bad, but thanks!" he said with false cheer.

The other teacher ducked out and closed the door and Mike returned his attention to Lexis.

He saw with horror that she had a large spurt of his cum across her chin. She was at that very minute using her finger to corral it into her hot, sticky mouth.

Mike remembered that Ms. Carithers normally wore glasses. If she had been wearing them she would have seen how blotchy and rumpled Lexis was, and she would certainly have seen the thick string of cum across her chin.

Dumb luck was all it was. Simple dumb luck. If Carithers had taken a second to grab her glasses before rushing over, his life would now be over. How could he have let himself take such a risk? Insanity! And the room positively stunk of sex... hot young pussy and the ripe odor of jizz.

He turned to Lexis, who was still licking her lips. "Listen. I do like you. I can't deny it. But please, for my sake, we must stop." He took her by the shoulders. "If you really do love me, we need to stop this... at least until you reach twenty-three. Then we can do anything you want. But not now. I could go to jail! Okay Lexis?"

She was losing her blotchy coloration and breathing more regular, and she too, seemed to be coming back to earth. But that shit-eating grin returned and she said in a flippant voice, "Sure Mr. B. Whatever you say."

And she pranced out of the room.

Mike sat back down into his chair and covered his face with his hands. What in the hell was happening to him? He had violated his own ethical and moral standards. He had essentially committed professional suicide. He could even go to jail. And he had let her do that with the door unlocked! What the hell was going on? What the hell was wrong with him?

And even more frightening was the realization... he had just had the best orgasm of his life. Again. An eighteen year old child-woman with bad teeth and acne had given him the two best sexual experiences of his life. What the fuck?

PART 4:

On Saturday, Mike called Jen, one of the women he'd been messing around with. He hoped that by being with one of his regular partners, he could lift the strange hold Lexis seemed to have on him.

Jen agreed to go out that night, and he picked her up around seven. Jen was in her early thirties, very cute, and very neurotic. She could never be happy, no matter what. She would always find things to complain or be afraid of. If not for that one thing, Mike would have considered remarrying. Hell, he had considered it any way. Jen was gorgeous, smart, and had her own income. But Mike knew after the hell of his last divorce, he would never settle again. He knew he and Jen wouldn't last a year.

But that didn't stop them from providing some much needed physical touch to each other from time to time. It was a nice arrangement, and so far neither one of them was pushing for a change in the boundaries.

When she opened the door, sure enough, he had to take a breath. She had a womanly, sex-goddess body type that was all lush curves and enticing valleys. Her dark, curly hair fell about her face in ringlets, and her smile was one part sweetheart, two parts femme fatal. She certainly was a beauty.

They had a great night out, first dinner then dancing. One of the reasons Mike usually had his pick of women was his love of dance. If men only knew how irresistible this so called "unmanly" act made you to women! Dancing was a subconscious metaphor for sex, and men who were good at it were suggesting expertise in other areas.

Afterwards, they went back to Mike's flat and snuggled up to a good movie. Everything was perfect, the light was low, Jen (for once) seemed content, and they were snuggled on the couch watching "Love and other Drugs."

About halfway through the movie, they were making out and petting heavily. He loved Jen's large womanly breasts, but he couldn't help but note how squishy they were. Not firm like... NO!

He forced his mind back to the present and the goddess he was gently stroking. Their kisses were lazy and sensuous... but again, they lacked the passion of... NO!

No. No. No. I will not think of that ugly, weird little girl, he chanted to himself.

He pulled Jen's sweater off and admired her bra-capped tits. They truly were awesome. They began kissing and necking some more and Mike inhaled deeply, enjoying the clean aroma of shampoo and whatever kind of lotion she used. It smelled a little like apricots and it was wonderful. Yet, could anything really compare to the aphrodisiac aroma of an eighteen year-old girl's sexually excited pussy?

GOD NO! I've got to stop thinking of her, he thought desperately.

And yet, he could not. He simply could not stop comparing Jen to Lexis, and Jen kept coming up short in every area. In the end, the evening was more frustration than relaxation, as he battled to keep the pimply redhead out of his mind and concentrate on the woman in his arms. He had trouble staying hard, and even though he eventually came, it much less enjoyable than normal.

Mike made lame excuses about a hard week at work, and she seemed to buy it. From her perspective the sex had been pretty good. Mike was large enough to be much bigger than most men even when half erect, and unlike Mike, she didn't have any mind-blowing passionate sex to compare it too. She left later that night asking him to call soon.

After she left, Mike lay in bed trying not to think of Lexis. After about an hour, he gave up and jerked off to thoughts of the taste of her hot little pussy, and those swollen lips around his throbbing cock head.

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Monday, Mike was feeling a little better. His date with Jen had been a bit disturbing, but it did at least indicate that his feelings for Lexis were real. Once he admitted that, he could at least try to make plans and figure out a strategy.

He arrived at work an hour early and just sat thinking. He tried to order his mind. What did he know for sure about this situation?

On the plus side,

1. He was definitely attracted to Lexis. He had seen that early on.

2. He seemed to be keyed to her chemically. He loved the smell of her musk, he loved the taste of her mouth, her pussy... he even loved the smell of her skin.

3. She had given him the two most intense sexual experiences of his life.

4. He actually shuddered to think of what other pleasures awaited along that path.

On the minus,

1. She was strictly off limits... illegal. If he continued, he would likely go to jail, or at least lose his job never to teach again. State law specifically made former students under the age of 23 off limits.

2. She was an innocent child. He was corrupting her! She trusted him as a teacher. What he was doing was not just illegal, it was morally wrong.

3. Ultimately, he knew he would tire of her. At the end of the day, she was still just an annoying high school girl. Even if he had some kind of obsession now, once the novelty wore off, he would still have to break her heart. And when that happened, she would blow the whistle, and the whole gig would be up.

He sighed and shook his head. He had to admit he had a thing for this strange, ugly girl. That had been hard to come to terms with. But it was true. His night with Jen had proved that. But the reality of the situation was explosive. He was playing with fire. His whole career and even freedom counted on him making intelligent, wise decisions in the next few days.

He sat up suddenly and realized a gap in his reasoning. He assumed her to be innocent of sexual knowledge, yet she had used language far beyond the normal experience of an ugly-duckling high school kid. And there was no denying she could suck cock like no one he had ever met. How did she gain that experience? He needed to learn more about her. But how could he find out her history?

The councilor. Of course. He had indeed followed up on that tardy from weeks before, and the councilor had replied that Lexis had truly been in to see her about some family problems. He needed to speak with her, and soon.

He shot her an email, and by the time first period had begun, he had a reply. She was proctoring standardized tests this week, but could meet with him Monday morning.

He nodded his head absently as the first students streamed in the door. He would have to find a way to stay away from Lexis until then. Surely he could be strong for five school days. Then he remembered her confident smirk as she leaned back and hiked up her skirt. He shuddered with a mixture of horror and desire.

PART 5:

As the week progressed, Mike began to believe that his last speech had sunk in. Perhaps she really did love him enough to just let him go. Whatever. As long as she was laying back, he would have no trouble. After all, his desire for her was more than outweighed by his fear of losing his entire life.

In fact, Lexis was better than ever. Her surly attitude was gone, but it was not replaced by the manic, annoying persona that usually followed. By Thursday, Mike was beginning to think he was out of the woods.

And he didn't know how he felt about that. He was still dreaming almost every night about the three sexual situations he had been in with her. He still masturbated every night with those same images. He never thought of or even looked at other women, and he had completely lost interest in the three ladies he usually called when he was feeling the need for sex.

So on the one hand he was relieved, and on the other distressed. Did he really want it to be over? And of course he was further distressed by that distress. However, as he drove home Thursday, his over-all feeling was relief. It was tinged with a strange sadness, but he had the feeling that he had kicked a dangerous habit.