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The Forbidden Encounter

"I can hardly believe that I am doing this now, but it really is happening," thought Tim and still could not believe that he was on the way to Ms. Dammer.

It had been two days since the grades were discussed and the kiss, but it had felt like two weeks, if not two months, to him. Again, and again he had to think of her kiss and her look. As soon as he tried to concentrate on something else, whether at home or at school, he saw her face inside his mind again. Her beautiful, slightly tanned face with the cute snub nose, the raised cheekbones, her full dark lips and of course, the breathtaking olive-green eyes. Multiple times he imagined himself running through her shoulder-length, walnut brown hair and smelling it while she kissed him lightly on the cheek and then on the lips.

"Fortunately, it's the weekend and my parents are not there," thought Tim, "otherwise I would have had to come up with some excuse for where I want to go today."

Not to mention my dreams. " He would have been lying if he said he hadn't thought of it before. But since the kiss the day before yesterday, he has always dreamed of her - and his dreams were not limited to kissing alone. Last night it had been so bad that he had even placed a hand to his crotch to somehow satisfy himself in the middle of the night. Of course, it was nothing in comparison to her touch, but at the time he had to be content with it.

Before he made his way to Ms. Dammer's apartment, he had checked in the mirror again to see if he looked good enough for her. Tim had applied some gel especially for her so that his black hair was properly combed and did not hang limply on his face. He had also shaved again. He was almost eighteen years old and might have tried wearing a beard, but he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks. But he hadn't been able to hide one thing: his glasses. This had always been an insecurity for him and he saw it as the reason why he had never had a girlfriend and all his experiences with girls were limited to a quick kiss with a former girlfriend from primary school.

"I would have thrown this stupid thing away long ago if I didn't get a headache after a few hours without glasses," Tim complained internally about his fate. Contact lenses were no alternative for him, since he was unfortunately not the smartest to put them mildly, and his parents were unwilling to pay for laser treatment. When choosing his clothes, he had tried not to overdo it. He had put on a light red t-shirt, wore dark jeans that matched the top, and had slipped into one of his pairs of chucks.

"I hope I don't look too much like a teen to her," Tim mused as he entered the building where his history teacher lived. She really seemed to be very interested in her field of specialization, because the building was an old building that dates back to before the Second World War. Now he was finally standing in front of her apartment door when the excitement came up again. His hands began to shake so much that he could barely ring the doorbell. So that she could not feel his nervousness in her apartment, Tim briefly pressed the button twice and caught himself rubbing his hair with excitement. Tim thought that she hadn't heard him and wanted to ring the bell again when the door suddenly opened. The sight of her now made his jaw drop. Ms. Dammer was wearing a wine-red blouse, a short black miniskirt and high-heeled shoes. Her hair fell like two roaring waterfalls on both sides down to her shoulders and she had applied a lipstick that matched her blouse in color. Before Tim could have done or said something, she said with a sly grin:

"You like what you see, don't you, Tim?"

After a while he finally found his voice again and only hesitantly replied: "You look... just great ... Ms. Dammer."

"I am Victoria, okay?" she clarified and added without waiting for an answer: "Ms. Dammer sounds so formal and we are here among us." Afterwards Victoria beckoned him with an inviting gesture to her apartment and Tim immediately followed. The walls of her hallway were adorned with paintings, but he was unable to determine their period of origin. "I'm back here," she called with a mixture of care and lust in her voice, whereupon Tim answered her call to her living room. There Victoria had already made herself comfortable on her sofa and was just pouring wine into two glasses that stood on the small living room table. With slow but determined steps, he walked up to the sofa and carefully sat next to her. Almost as if he wanted to avoid leaving an imprint on the sofa.

She seemed to notice that he was nervous and therefore asked: "Is something wrong? You're not nervous about me, are you?"

"No, no, I haven't been able to think of anything else for the past few days, "Tim said hastily.

"It's just that you ... I mean you shouldn't get into trouble with me. After all, this kind of relationship is actually not allowed."

First, Victoria put a hand on his left leg, stroked it slowly and tenderly, and replied:

"Don't worry. I'll be careful that no one finds out. Besides, it could also be that you only needed tutoring, if someone sees or asks you. "

Then she reached for one of the wine glasses with her other hand, sipped with relish, put it back, leaned forward until her lips almost touched his ear and breathed lustily: "And I think you could use some very badly."

Then Tim did not know how it happened. First, she moved away from his ear and slowly approached his lips. Just before their mouths met, both closed their eyes and at the moment of the kiss, Tim felt like he was in heaven. This time, however, it took much longer because instinctively he started to slide his tongue into her mouth as she did the same. In the meantime, Victoria's hands slowly but surely went down to the zipper of his jeans. She opened it without further ado, pushed the pants off his legs as far as possible and felt for his stiff cock. When she finally found it, she massaged it slowly and sensitively, which caused Tim an involuntary groan. Therefore, she loosened her mouth and whispered: "That pleases you. I knew from day one that you wanted it."

"Of course, I wanted it," he thought to himself silently. "Who wouldn't I want that?" Since he was overwhelmed by his desires, he could only nod. Victoria even seemed to like this, which is why she next asked him: "Take off my clothes!"

Tim did as he was told and immediately started to unbutton her blouse. What he found underneath only excited him even more. She wore a black fur bra under her blouse. He couldn't explain it with the best will in the world, but the garment only made his cock swell more. Consumed by his lust, he tossed her blouse to one side and then freed himself of his remaining clothes and then took the mini skirt off Victoria. Underneath, she was wearing black fur panties that made Tim’s brain freeze. From now on he only followed Victoria's instructions and the first one was: "Follow me into the bedroom, my little genius." Without hesitation, Tim followed completely undressed into her bedroom, in the middle of which was a large bed with silk curtains. On it, lay a black fur coat and a black fur hat that matched the rest of her clothing. "Bring me my things, please, handsome man," Victoria asked him in an angelic voice, and without asking any questions, Tim ran to the bed, picked up the things and brought them to her.

"At the moment she could probably ask me anything and I would do it for her."

Next, she asked him: "Help me in the coat, then it can start soon, darling."

Tim did what she asked him again and felt like he was in some kind of trance. Still, he put her hat on and helped her into the coat. Tim didn't know if it was some kind of reward, but in any case, Victoria slowly drove his stiff cock, which literally stretched out toward her.

"Just get a condom from the bedside table ... then I can finally feel you in me," she almost groaned, and as quickly as he could, he took out a condom from the bedside table, tore open the packaging and carefully rubbed it down over his cock. Tim was suddenly thrown onto the bed and before he knew it, Victoria towered over him in her seductive fur robe. He had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. "It is everything I have ever dreamed of," he enthused inside. So it didn't really bother him that he obviously had a fur fetish, because with the special clothes she was only more attractive. While he was lying there, she ran her hands over and under her bra and at some point, she started to slowly slip down the panties. Then her hand went to her pussy and while she rubbed it, she moaned with relish. At the sight, Tim's pulse accelerated, and his cock became even harder and literally stretched out towards his dream woman's vagina. Without being able to control it, he now had to moan, causing Victoria a sly smile. Finally, she introduced his cock into her vagina and at the same time both began to move rhythmically. She literally clawed his nails into his chest and Tim groaned louder than before. His cock continued to pulsate in Victoria's pussy, which was getting wetter. Tim no longer thought about anything and gave himself completely to his lust. Now he felt her hands move down until they reached his testicles. Then Victoria began to stroke them first. Little by little the petting became a kneading. In the meantime, Tim could only moan, and there was a constant tingling beyond his navel. He had never experienced such a feeling before. "This way ... I have ... never ... felt ..." he thought briefly in the head. However, this was the only thought that came to mind. Suddenly Victoria came up to his ear and breathed lustfully: "Touch my bra". Without being able to reply, his hands reached for the bra and his excitement increased. "Go ahead," she said in an excited voice, "you can knead." Tim didn’t have to hear it twice and started immediately. He didn't know if it was the clothes, her breasts, or both, but now his whole body was shaking with sheer lust. Slowly but surely, Tim felt his limb finally want to discharge, whereupon he began to moan involuntarily and at shorter and shorter intervals.

"Well, come for me," breathed and groaned Victoria at the same time. "Come for your mistress!" No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he couldn't keep it inside. Suddenly he felt a unique feeling of happiness and shortly afterwards everything that had built up in the last hours, days, weeks of tension unloaded. After Tim expelled everything, he took his cock out, lay down and pressed the fur very close to him. Tim had never felt as comfortable as now, and in a tender voice Victoria said: "You are exactly the right person for me."