My Name Is Luna

I’m Taiwanese but I was born in the UK. Except for my face, I often get told that I don’t really look Asian. Firstly, I’m quite tall, 5’8. Secondly, I got a quite solid rack, 34 E. Most people imagine Asians stick thin with little breasts, and most of them are like that yes, but I guess just not me. My Dad left us when I was 7 and my Mum remarried when I was 18.


When I was 16, I met my, then, math teacher, named Don. He liked me a lot and since I did really poorly in math, he offered to give me private lessons after school. I still remember it was in November and his room smelled of freshly brewed tea. Even though it was quite cold outside, the heaters indoors allowed me to wear what I wanted under my heavy jacket.


On that day I was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts with heavy, thick wool stockings that reach half way to my thighs. I sat next to him at his kitchen table and I could catch a hint of tobacco off his breath. He was in his mid thirties, and I found him real charming. After about two math questions, I moved in closer to him and he asked if I was cold. I said I wasn’t but that my neck and shoulders felt really sore.


He laughed and said asked how that could be since I was still so young. I told him that I had probably slept in an awkward position. He then put his hands on my shoulders, starting to massage my neck and shoulders slightly. After a few moments, I moved my butt onto his lap. He hesitated for a moment and I could feel his breath quicken slightly. To encourage him, I nestled my butt ever so slightly into his lap a bit more.


“It feels so good,” I said, “To be massaged.”


He let out a nervous little laugh and went on massaging my shoulders. He moved his hands beneath my t-shirt slowly, testing my reaction. I then moved my upper body forward so I was sat in his lap bent over the kitchen table. I knew he could see my panties cos of the way I was sat. His hands moved under my t-shirt more boldly, still rubbing my smooth little back all the while. When his hands reached the back strap of my bra, I could feel that he traced his index finger along it, wondering what to do now.


“Go on,” I said softly, “We’re alone here and I can feel that you want me.”


The fact was that I really could. His cock had grown thick and hard beneath his trousers and I could almost feel it pulsing under my butt. After I said that he could no longer hold it and stood up, toppling the chair and pushing me over the table a bit more. With one quick move he undid my bra and with the other hand he loosened my shorts. He then turned me around and picked me up by my waist, placing me on the table, facing him. He took off my t-shirt in a much slower motion compared to his earlier moves, and I removed his shirt in the meanwhile. My bra hung loose on its straps and he removed them.


Gazing at my body, he placed his hand around my neck, forming a strangling gesture but without closing in his hands. Instead, he moved them along my collar bones and then to my young breasts. He cupped them and moved his mouth to the right nipple. It was such a turn on to feel his breath on my skin, hot. He then started sucking on the nipple while playing with the other one with his other hand. I tilted my head backward and let out a soft gasp when he closed his teeth softly around it. It was my first time, so I was slightly scared, but he was very tender with me, making sure that I was enjoying the whole process.


I could feel his lips moving to my neck and then my left ear. He nibbled my earlobe a little and then kissed me. I could taste the tobacco in his mouth when he inserted his tongue, and, hesitating slightly, mine went to meet his. I could feel a warm rush coming from my pussy. I didn’t know what it was at the time and wondered a bit scared if I had peed myself, but then his right hand went down to my pussy and I had no more chance to wonder. He seemed pleased to feel the wetness through my white cotton panties. He separated my legs a bit and knelt down, placing my feet onto the kitchen table, pulling me closer to the edge of the table.


I didn’t know what he was going to do at the time. I have only heard about things like this from the guys in class, after all. I was a little surprised and embarrassed when he removed my panties and I was left with only my stockings.
He was staring at my dripping wet pussy. I had only a little bit hair down there at the time and he stroked it with his middle finger. Slowly, his finger reached my slit, and he looked up, smiling slightly. Then he moved his face closer and, gosh, I was so tense when his nose softly brushed against my pussy. He was taking his time, toying with me and even though it was my first time, I was eager for him to do something.


He then pushed his tongue in my slit and I felt a rush of ecstasy run through my body. I shivered and let out a little moan.


“Oh…,” I whispered and closed my eyes, “Ah,…that feels strangely good.”


Without realizing, I moved my hand on his head and pressed him against my pussy more. He was licking my juices and sucking a little on my sensitive clit. His nose would rub against my clit when he moved his tongue into me and I couldn’t help but let out soft cries of comfort. His tongue darted in and out quicker, tapping on my clit and soon I reached, what I later learned, my first orgasm. The rush spread through my veins and muscles and I half collapsed on the table panting.


“Glad you enjoyed that,” he said grinning.


He lift me off the table and bend me over on the desk. I was still recovering from my first rush of ecstasy, but he could no longer wait. I could hear him unzip his trousers and them dropping to the floor. Then I felt something hard and hot pressed against my butt. My pussy was so wet that the juice had dripped all the way to my butt, making it wet between the cheeks. He rubbed his cock between my butt cheeks while holding me down on the table with his other hand. He poked my pussy with his cock and I could feel him testing the tightness of it. He would slip the tip of his cock into my pussy a bit and then slide it out again quickly.


“It will hurt slightly,” he whispered to me.


At that time I was beyond caring and my pussy longed to be penetrated by his cock.


“I won’t break,” I said.


He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me a bit closer to him. With his right leg he spread my legs wider open and then I could feel his cock on the opening of my pussy again. Exhaling, he pushed his hard cock into my tight, virgin pussy. The pain ran through me like a flash, but his other hand was already rubbing my clit. He left his cock in me for a moment so I could get used to him in me. Slowly he started moving back and forth. He didn’t move quick but gentle and slow. Soon the pain receded and all I felt was an immense pleasure. I moaned softly out of pleasure.


He took that as a sign and started thrusting faster.


“Oh, Don…,” I called out, “It feels so good… Don’t stop…ah…”


His hard cock filled me and I couldn’t get enough of it. His upper body was pressed against my back and I could hear him grunt a little next to my ear. His movement got wilder and the thrusting sped up. I could tell that he was reaching his orgasm, the pleasure I had felt earlier, but I was before him and it was even better than when he licked me. As he came, he pulled out his cock and pressed it against my asshole.


He didn’t push it in, but the sudden thrust did surprise me slightly. I could feel his cum oozing against my asshole. After that he made me kneel in front of him and lick him clean. That was my first taste of cock and cum, and I have to honestly admit that I really liked it.


Don was my first taste of sex but definitely not my last. I love it and can’t get enough of it. I did it again with Don a couple of times, but he was too scared of being found out. He then transferred to a different school after he got married.