Naïve Wanda

==== Special Note ====

I am aware that the series is progressing more slowly than some would prefer. Authoring is not easy for me, which means I must choose between writing a longer story - but then taking a much longer time between chapters - or submitting shorter chapters for publication, with less "action".

Now that the semester is over, after I finish grading papers, I hope to devote more time to my 'hobby'.

==== Notes ====

This story contains descriptions of the aftermath of an attempted seduction of a reluctant, naïve, barely legal eighteen-year-old. A voluptuous, busty, barely-legal 18-year-old, who was overwhelmed when a creep attempted to seduce her - and almost succeeded. Her subsequent thoughts, dreams, and nightmares have an element of coercion, non-consent, humiliation, and submissiveness as well.

Her older neighbor, who is also her teacher, is doing his best to help and support her... While also trying to control his own urges.

If you consider this potentially offensive, close this window or tab immediately. All the characters in this story are over the age of 18.

I wish to call out a special thanks toMaster_Doctorfor his amazing help with editing.His insightful comments, suggestions, and verbiage have vastly improved this story.

Do not reprint this work on any other website or any medium without the explicit consent of the author (aka me).

=== About Me ===

In real life, I'm a teacher. I had the pleasure of teaching a student named Wanda in my classes. As in the story, she is Hispanic. Also, like the story, she was my neighbor. Living in the same complex over the summer meant that I was privileged to see her in skimpy summer clothes and around the pool in a bathing suit.

As in the story, she was sexy, voluptuous, smart, and cute. She was very petite -- everywhere but her 32-DD boobs and amazing ass. Her body was a mix of Ella Knox and Gabby Carter.

And yes, very naïve about things.

The rest of the story is a fantasy. There is no recap; please read the preceding chapters of the Naïve Wanda series.

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Chapter 8: Is Wanda Really a Slut?

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How the fuck did this happen?

Just a few moments ago, my innocent, naïve Wanda, the sweetest, most perfect goddess in the entire world, begged me to cum on her massive tits. And I did, cumming harder and longer than ever before. My cock must have shot a gallon of cum all over her beautiful, massive DD-Cups. A dream come true.

To my amazement, she became so excited, so turned on, that she massaged and rubbed my warm spunk all over her heavy hangers and into her nipples.

I then told her to taste my cum, expecting her to lick it off her fingers... but instead, she lifted her boobs, and licked and sucked my warm, sticky cum from her big titties. Seeing her tongue and fingers coated white with my spunk was the most exotic, sensual thing I've ever seen or imagined.

My naïve, innocent Wanda became so excited that she lost control. She lifted her huge breast, and her mouth latched onto her nipple. Watching Wanda sucking on her own cum-covered nipples made it even more erotic and sensual than ever.

But then she moved those same cum-cover hands and fingers down between her legs... to frig herself. And she came inches from doing so... with my fresh cum all over her fingers.

Luckily. I stopped her and took over. And for the second time in two days, my hands caressed her soaking wet pussy until she squirted buckets.

**

Only a couple of weeks ago, she was living a lonely, sheltered, naïve life. Then, suddenly, she meets some creep and finds out that she becomes powerless and submits whenever she's touched.

Even worse, she's now realized that not only does she submit, but she then turns into a slut. A cum-slut. A bitch-in-heat.

She's ashamed. Scared. Overwhelmed. Embarrassed. My sweet Wanda couldn't believe how excited and out of control she became.

She forgot, or didn't care, that her fingers were still coated with my cum when she tried to frigg herself. To her horror, it revealed yet another part of her that she never knew existed. That she doesn't just have a passive side. But she also has a wild, slutty side.

It was almost as if she were in a trance or an out-of-body experience, with her mind elsewhere. The only thing that existed was her slutty side -- and my cum.

My poor Wanda is ashamed and horrified by this new side of her. One that she never knew existed.

What should have been a magical time for both of us somehow turned to shit.

It's my fault. I'm the problem. I didn't just urge her to taste my cum. I told her to. I ordered her to. I ordered her to taste my cum, and swallow it...

Maybe she wasn't ready. And she was right, she did lose control. But both of us did. I'm the one responsible for this cluster-fuck.

Once again, somehow, the loser in me managed to screw things up. But this is by far the biggest screw up of my entire life, as I've also traumatized the kindest, sweetest person in the entire universe. My young student, my young friend, someone whom I care about more than anyone I've ever cared for, ever.

How could I make this right for my Wanda? How can I make her accept that she does lose control, that she does have a slutty side? And somehow figure out a way for her to control it.

My mind was racing with the thought of what the fuck I could do to make this right. But it was coming up empty.

***

Wanda was sitting next to me, looking down, still naked, with remnants of my cum drying on her body. I placed a blanket around her shoulders.

I latched onto her own words from just the other week. "Wanda, when we first got to know each other, we said that my apartment was our 'safe zone'. And anything you tell me will always be a secret... and I know that anything I tell you will also keep it a secret."

Wanda looked up at me and nodded. But she was only half-listening.

"That's also true for anything that happens here. That will also be a secret. Forever. I think it's OK to get really excited, really excited, like I was. Like you were. I think it's OK to be really excited as long as it's with someone who cares about you and can keep it a secret."

I took a deep breath. "And if one of us, or both of us, ever loses control, it will be our secret. I won't let you do anything risky. All you have to do is listen to me. Trust me. And I want you to do the same for me, OK? Don't ever forget, this is our safe place, our secret place. No Judging. Ever."

Wanda locked eyes with me and nodded.

I continued, "I'm sorry if I was, like, too rough, or if I told you to do something I shouldn't have. If you are not comfortable, you have to let me know, OK? And I'm sorry, so sorry, if I made you uncomfortable."

It was long minutes before Wanda answered. She looked up, her eyes not quite reaching mine. She whispered. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Always, always, and forever."

"I liked everything we did, a lot. And I liked everything you said, a whole lot. When you touched me. When you finally got relief. And the other stuff. Like when you told me to do stuff." Wanda then gasped, "It felt so good. Too good. It felt natural and perfect to do what you told me to do. It felt so slutty, so naughty... like I was a slut."

She took a breath. "No, notlikeI'm a slut. Iama slut, Ireally am. A dirty, needyslut."

My little Wanda took a deep breath. "I'm the one who lost control. I'm the problem. If someone grabs me, maybe I'll freeze at first, but then I'll become the biggest slut of all. A wild slut. An anal-slut. A cum-slut."

She buried her head in my chest. "I'm so ashamed. I'm not normal. It's like the thinking part of my brain shuts down when I get touched. And I know for sure that once I start, I can't stop. And then it gets worse! I turn into a freak! A slutty, easy freak. A nymphomaniac!"

In between sobs, she mumbled, "When I get excited I lose control. I get so wet! I know from class it's not pee but it's not normal and none of my friends in school have ever mentioned this! I get so wet because I'm such a slut it's like my body loses control and it's like I pee everywhere. I don't want to imagine how much worse it might get once I do other stuff, like go all the way!"

My tongue wanted to correct her, that her squirting was the sexiest thing I've ever seen or experienced. But that wouldn't help anything right now. I decided to stay quiet and choose my next words carefully.

After a while, Wanda stopped crying. But she whimpered with each breath, like she was resigned to her fate.

I had no answer for her. But I swore that I'm sure as Hell going to do my best to help her find one.

Fuck, like this was some 'reward', some 'relief' for me. With the end result being that my sweet Wanda ended up shocked and scared at what happened. Horrified by her own behavior.

Wanda didn't do anything wrong. I couldn't help the way I felt. But I ruined it. I got selfish. All I could think about was myself. I was so turned on that I ordered Wanda to taste my cum.

She just wasn't ready. She couldn't help the way she felt. But I'm her teacher and her friend. I should have known better. I'm the one who got selfish and lost control. I'm the one who egged her on. I'm the one who told her what to do. That's on me.

If I had to grade myself, this wouldn't just be an "F". I would have been expelled and sent to my own private cell in 'Alligator Alcatraz'. With not just Alligators, but Burmese Pythons and Piranhas to keep me company, all looking to bite off my dick as an appetizer.

Between Wanda lapping up and swallowing what seemed like a gallon of my spunk, my mind was torn in half. I can't stop thinking about how mind-boggling hot and sexy she was covered in my cum. How my sweet little kitten was transformed into a sex-crazed tigress. How mind-boggling hot it was when, in the heat of the moment, I ordered her to taste my cum, and when she actually obeyed me, it was beyond my wildest expectations and dreams.

But now I'm riddled with guilt over my actions. I had to do something. Anything.

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Wanda tried to hold back tears but failed.'I lost control. Because I'm a slut. A total slut. I try so hard to be a good girl. And even though he doesn't have to, Mr. Smith tries to help me by training me. Training me to be a good girl and not let some bastard touch me and take advantage of me.

'This was supposed to be me helping Mr. Smith feel good. I wanted so so bad for Mr. Smith to feel good. But now I see I didn't do it for him. I did it for me. I did it because I couldn't wait to see his penis. His cock. I couldn't wait to touch it, to feel it. Like the selfish slut that I am.

'Mr. Smith didn't do anything wrong. I couldn't help the way I felt. But then I ruined it. I got selfish. And I lost control. That's on me.

'I was so excited. It's like once I saw it, his thingie, his junk, I couldn't stop. I couldn't wait to touch it.

'All I could think about was myself. I was so turned on that I started to touch myself! Like a slut. A nasty cum-slut. I became a selfish whore.'

She thought with shame about how helpless she becomes when touched.`I'm such an easy slut. I freeze and give in when I get touched. My brain short-circuits, and I become helpless.`

And she remembered with humiliation how excited she was.`But it's worse than that. Like a slut, a puta, I couldn't wait to see Mr. Smith's penis. His cock. His hard cock. And when I finally saw it, I got even more excited and wet down there!

'All I've ever wanted was to be with a nice guy. Someone who cares about me and respects me and doesn't think of me as a whore or a slut just because I have big boobs. I guess that's too late. Mr. Smith knows my true self. My slutty self.'

To Wanda's horror, she felt herself start to get excited again!'Oh no! Just thinking about it, I'm getting hot. So hot!'

'I know Mr. Smith stopped me, but now he knows I'm a nasty, dirty slut. A cum-slut. How can I face him? What if he doesn't respect me anymore? What if he doesn't like me anymore? What can I do?'

~~~

I didn't have a clue what to do for whatever my little Wanda was going through. All I could think of was that I had to be there for her.

I gently grabbed her shoulder, causing the blanket to fall to the floor. She looked up at me, startled. I forced my eyes to lock with hers and not wander down towards her luscious body.

"Wanda, I need to ask you one thing first, OK?"

She nodded, a bit nervous. "Do you trust me? I mean really trust me?"

She lifted her head and pulled back her shoulders, causing her twin beauties to rise up demanding notice, her nipples still looking hard with my dried cum still evident. A big, long nod. "Yes sir, always and forever".

"This is what we are going to do. We made a bit of a mess earlier. So first, I'm going to take care of you. We are going to get you cleaned up."

She started to speak, but I stopped her. "You said that you trust me. This is one of those times. Don't talk, don't think, just listen to me and trust me to take care of you."

I could barely hear her answer "Yes, sir".

My hand reached out and took hers. We marched into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, with me trying my darnedest not to stare at that perfectly sculptured ass.

Wanda was watching me like a hawk, unsure of exactly what was happening. Once again, I was amazed at how truly stunning she is. Her perfect 18-year-old body never fails to take my breath away. Her flawless skin. Her wonderfully sexy soft shoulder, smooth as silk. Her dark brown eyes and thick, curly hair that falls to her shoulders.

Of course, her huge, plump breasts, which jiggled and bounced as she walked into the shower. Her body reminded me of one of my jack-off fantasies, Sofía Vergara. But Wanda was not even five feet tall, while her tits and ass were the same size as Sofía's -- which just made them look even bigger.

Our day in the sun the other day helped to darken her olive skin. I've always loved seeing tan lines on a beautiful, buxom babe. I always found it sexy and erotic to see the contrast of the lighter color of what a bathing suit or bikini was covering, the private parts, contrasted with the darker skin that was exposed to the sun.

It was as if the untanned part was off-limits and forbidden to all but a select few. And somehow, I was chosen, no, I was blessed, to be the only one who had seen (and touched) all of Wanda's amazing body.

The contrast between her tan shoulders and the lighter color of her breasts just accentuated their sheer size and beauty. I couldn't help but stare.

I could see the light glaze of the remnants of my cum on her shoulders and neck and stomach. The parts of her body that her tongue couldn't reach. I was amazed by just how much of my cum was still coating her -- and also how much she had licked up and swallowed.

I tried not to gasp. Instead, I forced myself to smile, trying to be as reassuring as possible. My hand slowly pulled her long, wavy hair behind her back. Before she had a chance to react, I held her hand and gently guided her into the shower and turned Wanda so the warm water cascaded down her sloping mounds.

"Now I'm going to take care of you, my beautiful girl. Just relax."

During my recent fap sessions, I've been imagining us showering together... with my hands soaping up her massive melons, then turning her around, and shoving my cock deep inside her while squeezing her massive juggs from behind... That was more than enough for me to blast off with just a few strokes.

I clamped down on these fantasy memories... regardless of how tempting they were. While we will be showering together, my gut tells me that now is not the time to be frisky with her. This is not the time to do any of the things I've dreamed of and whacked off to. Instead, this time I need to put my sweet Angel, my sweet little Wanda, first, and continue to earn her trust... and show her that this is much more important than mere sex.

A Jedi Angel and Sith Demon appeared on each of my shoulders, both eager to start yet another internal debate about what to do with the naked beauty in front of me.

I growled at both of them to go fuck off.

I quickly took off my clothes and squeezed into the shower. Wanda turned around, and her eyes went wide when she realized that I was joining her.

"Little One, I'm going to help clean you up." Wanda nodded quickly.

Little One? Calling her 'Little One'? Where did that come from? Wanda may be diminutive in height, but there's nothing little about her everywhere else... nothing little in the places that count. Her huge DD whoppers. Her large, hard, suckable nipples. Her wide hips. Her plump, voluptuous ass, which jutted out almost as much as her titties. All of which were begging to be groped and squeezed.

Calling her 'Little One'? How the fuck did I come up with that? Yet calling her that somehow felt right.

If I hadn't touched and groped her voluptuous body myself, I may have thought that her tits and ass couldn't be real. Women pay good money to have a body like hers. But I've touched her ass and titties. I've squeezed them and groped them. Hard. So hard that I left marks. They are as real as can be. Perfection.

The thought of me once again touching and squeezing her luscious body caused my cock to lurch. Wanda looked down, her eyes locked onto my cock. Her hand opened and started to reach out, but she quickly pulled back.

Her face had a mix of lust... and then shame.

I quickly said, "It's OK, little one, not today. Just let me take care of you. OK?"

Wanda looked up at me, not quite meeting my eyes, and nodded slowly.

Before she had a chance to answer, I soaped up my hand and rubbed the soap into her neck and shoulders. I may have dislocated my hip, but I did my best to keep my cock from poking Wanda in her cute belly button -- or other places.

I couldn't help but notice how streams of soap bubbles slowly ran all the way down her chest and body and down her shapely legs. Oh, my God, those legs. I could stare at them all day long -- when I wasn't staring at her ass or boobs. Something about the suds running down every inch of her seemed hyper-sexy to me.

Wanda and I both knew what needed to be cleaned next. What would be touched next: her big, massive knockers. Which I blasted just a few moments ago.

She looked up at me and bit her lip as I started to gently rub her silky-soft shoulders. I paused to ask, "Does that feel good?"

"Oh, yes, Sir."

She never looked so beautiful. She never looked so vulnerable.

I soaped my hands again and started to rub the suds all over her huge DD-cups. First, her under-boob. My soapy hands lifted and rubbed the large area under each of her massive breasts. As I lifted each one, I realized just how close they were to her mouth. How easy it was for Wanda to lick and suck her own nipple.

I quickly let go, not wanting Wanda to be reminded of this. Her giant boobs bounced up and down.

I love to watch titty-drop vids. I've searched Reddit and porn sites many times for titty-drop animated gifs and videos. But I just saw the best titty-drop ever, and I caused it.

My hands went back for a redo, but I forced myself to stop. Instead, I reached for the bar of soap and made my hands even more sudsy.

My hands were shaking as I once again touched the most beautiful boobs of the most beautiful goddess I've ever known. Thank goodness, with the warm shower cascading down her body, she didn't notice it.

Wanda's chest heaved, and she started breathing in short little gasps. She stared straight ahead, staring at a place in the distance only she could see.