Teacher Stalker

Mr Peters follows Lilli home.  She looks good in a skirt, however when she turns up a path to a house he stops his car.  He had been stalking - her legs had grown too long and fine and he had gotten the nerve to stalk the teenager.  However with the house so big he gulps -  her parents look rich!  Sure enough there must be good security.

"Better find out!"  he gasps before he exits the car.


Mr Peters walks to the house and creeps inside -  the front door had been left unlocked, and he follows the sound of radio to a bedroom in which he sees Lilli as she brushes her hair.  Mr Peters smiles and he moves into the room.  Lilli sings to the tune on the radio but she does not see him.

"Lilli going out!"  calls Anne from up the hall.

Mr Peters dive into an open cupboard just as Lilli turns her head.

"I want to come shopping!"  she tells.

Anne nods.

"Okay!"  she agrees.


Soon Lilli and Anne have driven away and Mr Peters emerges from the cupboard slowly.  Once out he rummages through Lilli's drawers and finds underwear -  he smells a pair, it smells sweet, and he smiles before he tucks the pair into his back pocket.

"Who are you?" asks Pearl as she frowns at Mr Peters.

Mr Peters looks to Pearl and he sneers -  she is a shorter version of her sister, and he grows detested that she have spotted him.

"Beat it!"  he tells.

Pearl nods and she goes to her room next door where she draws on a pad of paper as heart murmurs jump inside of her head.  She blinks back tears and concentrates as she waits for the intruder to leave.


Mr Peters beats off in Lilli's bed-clothes -  he grows insane about her for a minute and memories come through his brain.  He is fixed on her legs and shows them like porn on TV one slide after another, and then he blinks before he floods the bed-clothes and drops them.

"I'm screwed in the brain;"  he mutters as he feels sobs build behind his eyes.  "Who wouldn't want her!"  he gasps before he staggers out of the bedroom.

Mr Peters feels his misery rise and he feels the wall blindly as wetness builds before him.  He blinks his depression down, and then he staggers to a pot plant where he pants.  He has hard in his pants making his legs weak -  he can't make it to the car... so he breathes deep...

The sound of Pearls humming catches his attention and he staggers towards her bedroom as sweat dribbles down his cheeks.  He has had it -  his loins are as knotted as his gut, and he wishes to cut this throat as a thirst for sex causes his brain to crash.


Mr Peters sees blurs and he walks towards a colour more then a human being.  He grabs it -  a haze of white and pink - then he throws it over the window-sill where he presses himself and starts to pump.  He guesses it is some kind of rape -  there are low murmurs but he can't really see or hear... there is static in his brain giving him a warning that it might close down.  Mr Peters ignores his senses and he forces his lay with hot thrusts that threaten to slice his gut in two.  There is a lot of strain -  his chest is strained, his back is strained, his neck in strained... he loses his composure, and he grows hot tempered, and he blurts out words which are crass, before trembling.  His stress dives into his pants and leave with a flood, and he is through.


Mr Peter's throws his blur away and he walks out of the house.  He feels light as  a feather, and then he slips into the car and drives away.



At home Mr Peter's slips into bed, and he throws up into the pillow before he groans -  being a stalker is tough, and he can't bare it.