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Teacher's Aide (teacher/student(mf)/cons./romantic/spanking) - fiction
by D.A.P. The following work is entirely fictional and in no way
represents past events or real people nor does it seek to promote
adult/teenager sexual relations as a way of life. It is merely a story to
be read for the enjoyment (hopefully) of a tale told well for those who
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TEACHER'S AIDE
"Would you people get quiet?" Mr. Anthony yelled for the fourth or
fifth time during the same 7th period U.S. History class. They were
unruly again as they almost always were, here near the tiring, irritating
end of yet another tiring, irritating school day. He had tried yelling
and cajoling and bribing, but nothing had worked with this group all year
long. He finally gives up trying to explain Reconstruction and tells the
students to work on their homework assignment for the rest of the period.
As had become his habit in this, the worst of his classes, Mr. Anthony
glanced over to the one part of the room where he's sure he'll see one
friendly, attentive face. He drinks in Robin's face for as long as he
dares, noticing as he does that she's actually trying to get the kids
around her to be quiet so that she can get some homework done. The
teacher leaves his eyes on her just a second too long, though, and Robin
looks up at him and catches his eye. She beams her biggest, sweetest
smile when she sees that he's watching and shrugs her shoulders as if to
say, "I can't get them to be quiet either." It's a scene that has
repeated itself over and over again this school year, because this entire
section of U.S. History seems to be populated entirely with assholes with
the single exception of the pretty, brown-haired 16-year-old.
It's finally, mercifully over. The bell rings and the kids zoom out,
again with the only exception being Robin, of course. As is her habit
very nearly every day, Robin comes by Mr. Anthony's desk and says, "See ya
tomorrow." He smiles up at her, feeling a little uneasy at the same time
that he appreciates her trying to be so genuinely friendly. He does his
best to stare off into the middle distance after she turns and starts
walking out, but he finds his gaze invariably drawn back to her. He
intently watches her firm, youthful (if a bit wide) ass as it sways back
and forth while she walks out into the hallway. No more kids will bother
him today. Eighth period is a planning period for him, which, after one
of his usual days, often means a collapse-on-his-desk period so he has
energy enough to drive home after school.
"Thank God, the end of the day," Mr. Anthony's groans softly to
himself when Robin's ass disappears out his door while he rubs his temples
to try to relieve some of his daily dose of tension. He knows that it's
very, very dangerous for him to think this way about one of his female
students. It's the single quickest way to leave the teaching profession
early nowadays with sexual harassment on everyone's mind. Of course, all
teachers did it, both male and female. The clothes that the kids wore -
that their parents LET them wear! - were just too damn provocative and
revealing for any normal human not to at least look at them, either down
the front of a low-cut blouse or up a too-short mini-skirt, or, for the
female teachers, at the conspicuous bulges in the front of male students'
sweat pants or jeans. "The problem," Mr. Anthony thinks, with a tired
sigh, "was not to let yourself dwell or fixate on a student, no matter how
hard they tried to get you to sometimes."
Robin had been trying her best to get him to do just that for weeks
now. He had become convinced quite some time back that he wasn't just
flattering himself by thinking that a cute girl half his age had the hots
for him. She had convinced him. Some of the attempted flirtations by 16-
and 17-year-olds were so obvious as to be laughable. Hell, the 13- and
14-year-old ninth graders who he taught had tried it, too. The obvious
ones were so obvious that they were easy to push aside and resist.
Robin, on the other hand, was doing everything as properly as could be
done. No winks or overenthusiastic brushes against him amongst the
hallway traffic. No silly compliments about his tie or the clothes he
wore. She was much more subtle than that, and that was what worried him.
He was afraid that she might be serious about him, and even more afraid
that he wanted her to be serious.
He had taught Robin earlier, and, back then - when she would have been
about 13 or 14 - she was just another one of the troublemakers, yapping
constantly and doing everything she could think of to actually keep from
working. In other words, she was a pretty typical high school student and
in no way attractive to an adult. But, between her freshman and junior
years, some sort of metamorphosis had taken place. He had noticed it from
nearly the first day of the new school year. She was attentive; she
studied; she did her homework, and her grades showed it, too. She was
running on the borderline between an "A" and a "B" whereas in the ninth
grade she had always been hanging between a "D" and an "F". He was
thrilled about that part of her transformation. The part that scared him
was the fact that when she dropped by his room during his free periods or
stopped in after school to talk to him (which she had made a habit of
doing at least once almost every day) she actually sat and talked with him
like an adult. No giggling, no preening - none of that stuff.
When he was with Robin, Mr. Anthony found it very easy to imagine that
he was talking to someone 10 years older if he blotted out for a moment
how she looked and who she was. He tried hard not to do that, but found
himself doing it more and more often though it worried him immensely. She
had even taken to coming in her study hall - this period in fact - and
doing grading and stapling and other chores for him. He kept thinking
that he shouldn't let her do it, but she was so damn helpful - and fast
and hardworking - and he was so bogged down in paperwork that he kept
letting her do it. And, found himself feeling more and more pleased each
time she showed up in his doorway for whatever reason.
"Speaking of that, I wonder where she is today?" he thought, a frown
passing over his face at the thought of not seeing her outside of class.
He caught himself thinking that way and harshly reminded himself that she
was young and had better things to do, and then went about grading his own
papers, trying mightily while he did to keep an image of her gently
swaying butt from intruding on his thoughts.
**** END PART 1 "Teacher's Aide"
"Teacher's Aide" part 2...
By the time that Mr. Anthony finally gave up on grading papers, the
janitors had already bumped through and were gone for the evening. He sat
and listened for a few minutes. The building was perfectly quiet. He
supposed that it must be one of those rare evenings when there wasn't some
sort of meeting going on in the building. He took a quick glance out the
window at the parking lot, and, sure enough, his was the only vehicle in
sight. "Hell, it's 5:45! No damn wonder everyone else is gone," he
thought sarcastically, "they're all gone home to family and all that happy
horseshit."
He looked down at the mass of tests still to be graded, and decided
that the grading would go much more smoothly if he was home in his little
apartment with his feet up and a margarita on the stand beside his chair
than it would here in this stuffy little classroom. With that in mind,
Mr. Anthony began to gather up his materials, but stopped a moment later
in complete surprise when he heard a light tapping at the door to his room
and then the sounds of someone trying to turn the doorknob. "Well, who
the hell is that?" he thought grumpily, readying himself for more
aggravation. "There must have been someone else here after all and
probably some silly ass who wants to yap and keep me here even later,"
and, then, as the doorknob kept rattling insistently, "Goddamn janitor
must have locked it when he came through." He got up and went over to
open it for whatever teacher was crazy enough to be working this late.
Actually, he usually locked it himself when he was working this late
because there were a few of his older male students who, while they'd
never have the nerve to jump him in public, might just talk themselves
into trying if they caught him here alone. That thought brought him up
short for a moment, and he hesitated in opening the door.
"Who is it?" he called through the locked door instead of saying,
"Hang on, I'll be there in a seconds," as he had been about to say.
"It's just me," said the quiet, female voice from the other side of
the door. Instantly, the teacher's heart began pumping blood faster as he
recognized Robin's voice. He was so surprised that he froze for a moment,
but, before he allowed himself to think of too many reasons why he
shouldn't, Mr. Anthony reached out and opened the door for her.
Robin was still wearing the same clothes that she had worn to school
that day. Something else that Mr. Anthony had noticed about Robin this
year was that she was dressing much more neatly and taking greater care
about such things as her makeup (though she didn't wear much) and her
hair. As a freshman, she had come to school quite often looking like she
had just rolled out of bed. What she had on now was much more indicative
of the "new" Robin.
The 16-year-old had on a bulky, pullover sweater which hid the fact
that she had rather small breasts (Robin wore such sweaters often enough
that Mr. Anthony would have been willing to bet that she was a bit ashamed
of the fact that her chest hadn't developed the same way the rest of her
body had). With that, she wore a pleated skirt that came up to just above
her knees. The skirt was cut so that her hips (which she probably thought
were too wide) didn't look quite so full and was short enough that her
smooth, creamy legs were still readily visible without being so short (as
many teenage girls' skirts often were) that she looked slutty or downright
silly as some of her classmates did. And, she had on the faintest hint of
perfume. It was something light and very nice. The scent wafting into
Mr. Anthony's nostrils was just strong enough to make him breathe in
deeply in spite of his fears. It also made him want to get closer and
rather than being so strong and cloyingly sweet that it made him gag
instead - as was also the norm with female teenagers. Her hair was worn
loose and pulled back behind her ears and was just long enough so that the
bottom of her light brown hair barely brushed against her shoulders when
she turned her head from side to side. In other words, Robin was dressed
in a smart, classy, very adult manner. It was something that Mr. Anthony
couldn't help but notice, though he had tried mightily to do just that.
"Well, hello there, Miss Varick," he said as she walked past him into
the room. "What in the world are you doing at school this time of day?"
He tried to make his voice as calm and as matter-of-fact as possible, and
immediately felt sure that he had failed miserably. Robin didn't seem to
notice though, walking quickly up to his desk while he closed the door
(after a nervous peek outside to make sure that the hallway was empty),
and plunked down in the position she always occupied when she dropped by
during a free period or after school - the desk right in front of his
teacher's desk, sitting so that she faced him when he sat behind his desk.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. A, you were about to leave weren't you?" Robin
said when she noticed his half-loaded briefcase as Mr. Anthony circled
around her and sat down behind his desk.
"Ah, well, I guess, but I'm in no hurry," he answered with a smile,
wondering even as he said it why he didn't take the easy way out of this
situation that she had just offered. "You didn't answer me. I'm stuck
here grading papers, but you're gotta have better things to do than hang
around school three hours after it's let out for the day. So, what
gives?" he asked again with a gentle smile. Robin had relaxed and slumped
down more comfortably into her desk as soon as Mr. Anthony had told her he
was in no hurry, but she tensed up again, sitting straighter in her seat,
when he repeated his question.
"Oh, it's my folks again," she said, trying to make it sound like it
was no big deal at all. Robin had told Mr. Anthony earlier in the year
that her mom and step-father fought a lot, but she had passed it off as
not being that bad. He had suspected at the time that it was, and her
presence here tonight confirmed his suspicions. "I just didn't feel like
listening to them scream at each other any more so I left and was out
walking around and, well, I came by here and saw your light on and that
your car was still here. So, here I am," she finished with a brave smile,
and Mr. Anthony smiled back at her.
"Okay, fair enough," he said, and was relieved to see her body visibly
relax again.
"Thanks. I don't want to be a nuisance," Robin added.
"Nah, you're not a nuisance," he answered with a grin, relaxing a bit
himself. "You can hang out as long as you like. Well, I mean, you can
hang out 'til I leave. I wouldn't think that you'd want to spend the
night locked inside the school." Robin giggled at that, making her eyes
sparkle as they always did when she laughed, and those sparkling eyes made
Mr. Anthony's heart skip a beat or two again as he joined in her laughter.
"For that matter, I wouldn't want to spend the night here either!"
That made Robin laugh even harder, and both of them chuckled quietly for
several seconds before stopping; both student and teacher considerably
more at ease now than they had been a few minutes before.
In order to keep himself from just sitting and gawking at her, as he
would have loved to do, Mr. Anthony started grading tests again, figuring
that Robin would get tired of watching him and leave fairly quickly.
"I like hanging out with you," she spoke quietly a few moments later,
destroying the little concentration he had regained.
"I, uh, well, yeah, I like having you here," he sputtered back, not
sure at all how to answer a statement like that - not safely anyway.
Robin's face lit up with another wide smile when he said that, making Mr.
Anthony wonder if it been the wrong thing to say.
"Good!" Robin said and then suddenly hopped up, walked around the desk
and bent down to look over his shoulder at the test he was trying
unsuccessfully to grade. "Can I watch you grade tests?" she asked
sweetly, placing her hands on the desk beside him and supporting herself
on them. From this distance, her perfume drifted back into Mr. Anthony's
nostrils, providing very nearly more stimulus than he could stand. With a
start, he felt the beginnings of an erection swelling in his pants.
***** END PART 2 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P.
"Teacher's Aide" part 3...
"Sssure," he stammered, sounding more like a frightened teenager than
Robin. Mr. Anthony was thankful that she made no sign of noticing how
nervous he was even if she had. As she leaned over his desk, with her
left breast no more than 10 or 12 inches from his mouth, Mr. Anthony only
managed to mark three or four more questions before giving up and leaning
back in his chair. The shift helped with two things. It got his face a
safer distance from Robin's chest and gave her no further excuse to lean
over. Robin, however, didn't let that bother her as she turned to face
him again, leaning back against the edge of his desk with her butt.
"You know, it's, well, I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to be up
here," he finally got up the nerve to say haltingly as he put his hands
behind his head and tried his best to look calm. As soon as the words
were out of his mouth, he regretted them because the girl's pretty face
clouded with a frown. "I mean, I really like having you around, it's
just, well, you know people in a little town like this would talk if they
knew you were up here alone with me," he hurriedly added.
"Oh, I know Mr. A," she answered cheerfully; the smile returning to
her face just as quickly as it had vanished. "That's why I was extra
careful before I came into the building. I didn't think the doors would
be unlocked, but they were. So, before I came inside, I made extra sure
to look around to see if anyone was in any of the other rooms or across
the street who might see me," she explained proudly. Her words made Mr.
Anthony's heart race even faster. She had checked to make sure no one
would know she was alone with him?! He could barely believe his ears and
couldn't decide whether to be terrified or thrilled with the news.
"So, don't you worry, Mr. A," she went on, smiling down at him,
"nobody knows I'm here but me, and I would never, ever say anything to get
you into trouble."
"Well, uh, okay, I mean, uhhh, I know you wouldn't do that, Robin," he
finally managed to stutter out as he felt sweat pop out onto his forehead
despite the fact that the room was rather cool from the evening air softly
blowing through the open windows. He was so nervous that he proceeded to
do something that he always did when he was tired or nervous or both.
Rather than say anything else at the moment and make himself sound even
more edgy, Mr. Anthony began stretching his neck, rotating his head from
side to side, trying to loosen it up and give himself a chance to regain a
little composure.
"Oh, I bet your neck is killing you!" she cried sympathetically, and,
before Mr. Anthony could even begin to react, Robin hopped up off the edge
of his desk, scooted around behind his chair, and began rubbing at the
base of his neck with her warm, soft hands. It was as if an electric
current passed through his body at the touch of her fingers, and Mr.
Anthony jerked involuntarily.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Robin asked with her voice full of
concern and immediately stopped rubbing.
"Uh, unh, no, it's okay," he answered in a barely audible whisper.
"Oh, okay," she said happily and went back to massaging his neck with
what turned out to be surprisingly strong fingers. It felt wonderful, but
Mr. Anthony knew it was crazy to let her keep doing this. It was crazy to
let her touch him at all, considering how badly he wanted her. He knew
that the longer she kept this up, the more trouble he was going to have
controlling himself, but still he let her continue.
"God, your neck is stiff as a board!" Robin said with a laugh as she
began to really dig in with her fingers. "Poor Mr. A with all these silly
tests to grade. It's no wonder your neck is killing you. You gotta get
more rest and relax some," she gently lectured while she continued the
massage. By that point, Mr. Anthony could only grunt happily in the
affirmative. Her fingers were doing wonders for his neck and his
disposition.
She worked on him for another 10 or 15 minutes, and he let her. Then,
she gave him one final, soft squeeze and stopped but left her hands on his
shoulders so that her fingers remained in contact with the bare skin of
his neck.
"Now, how was that? Feeling better?" she asked, leaning over to look
down at his face. Mr. Anthony turned to look up her with a big smile on
his face before answering.
"That was absolutely wonderf..." was all he got out of his mouth.
Between Robin bending forward and his turning his head toward her, there
remained only a scant five or six inches between the lips of teacher and
student. That was way too close. Robin acted as if she had a powerful
magnet implanted in her lips and Mr. Anthony's lips were made of solid
iron, so quickly did she cover the remaining distance between them,
smothering the rest of what her teacher was going to say with a kiss. It
wasn't a wild, animalistic kiss, but more of a firm, passionate one. But,
it still left nothing to the teacher's imagination as to what it was
intended to convey.
Robin pressed her soft pink lips to his, without nibbling or opening
her mouth, but neither did she lighten the pressure. The teacher,
desperately trying to breathe through his nose and think at the same time,
found the thinking part much harder to do. He found that his lips,
seemingly moving of their own accord, began kissing Robin back. And, the
two of them began nibbling at each other's lips as their kissing became
more and more and more passionate.
Moments later, Robin pivoted her body and slid down into Mr. Anthony's
lap, and he didn't do a single thing to stop her. He gasped softly into
the 16-year-old's mouth as her luscious ass pressed down onto his
erection. It was a bit painful for him to begin with, but the soft warmth
of her cheeks rubbing and chafing against his cock more than made up for
that. Then Robin reached up and wrapped her arms around her teacher's
neck without ever breaking her lip-lock on his mouth, and Mr. Anthony
hugged her warm young body tightly against his own.
By that point, the pair, acting more like two novice youngsters than a
16-year-old and a 32-year-old, had begin exploring each other's mouths
with their tongues, wrestling and sucking and plunging as they
mouth-fucked each other. Both were terribly frightened, but neither was
about to call a halt to what they were doing.
Mr. Anthony was frankly amazed at how well the young girl kissed which
made him feel a bit less guilty about what he was doing. Robin certainly
wasn't inexperienced - at least not at kissing. He might even have gotten
himself back under control and pushed her away or perhaps have kept his
indiscretion to merely kissing but for what the teacher felt next.
He was surprised that the front of his pants was beginning to get
damp, and his surprise changed to amazement as he realized what was
causing it. His nostrils confirmed what his sense of touch was already
telling him. Robin was so wet that she was soaking right through his pants
as well as her underwear! That realization did it for any thought of
turning back.
***** END PART 3 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P.
"Teacher's Aide" part 4...
Mr. Anthony pulled his lips away from Robin's but not to stop kissing
her. Oh, no. He merely began licking and kissing and nibbling his way
across her face, underneath her chin and then down her neck, which made
the youngster lean her head back and moan softly. He continued kissing
her throat, moving back and forth from ear to ear, periodically returning
to her soft pink lips.
"Oh God, Yes!" Robin moaned, nearly delirious. "Yes Mr. A! Mmmm,
ungh! Mmmmmm, God, how I've wanted you to do this to me! For so damn
long! Mmmm!"
Mr. Anthony could feel the front of his trousers getting wetter and
wetter and could smell Robin's sex enticing him. He began to move his
hands over her body while he kissed her, rubbing her back and massaging
her small breasts through the fabric of her sweater while his hunger for
her grew.
"Please Mr. A! Please do me! Please!" Robin moaned into his mouth
while he pinched one of her hard nipples between his fingers. "Doing"
Robin was exactly what Mr. Anthony had in mind. His passion had
completely overwhelmed his self-control.
"Yes! Yes Robin!" he panted against her neck as his hands groped her
breasts. The youngster reached down with one hand and pulled her sweater
up around her neck in response to his fondling, and the teacher suddenly
found his hands grasping firm, young flesh. Mr. Anthony leaned over and
sucked his young student's left nipple between his lips, hungrily nursing
on the large pink aureole. The girl had small breasts, not much more
developed than the chest of a boy, but her little tits were soft and
inviting and beautiful with their large pink nipples (now wrinkled and
hard in erection) and were decorated with a healthy sprinkling of
freckles.
"Oh God yes!" Robin gasped, grabbing a handful of the older man's hair
to hold onto while she tried to grind her tits even harder against his
sucking, nibbling mouth. The teacher sucked both nipples voraciously, but
finally her moaning and the smell of her wet cunt were too much to ignore.
He had to have her - now!
Mr. Anthony slid to the front edge of his chair - no small feat with
140 or 150 pounds of wet, wiggling teenager in his lap - got his legs
under him and stood up far enough to plop Robin's ass onto the edge of his
desk. He moved his hands to reach for her sex, but his young student was
even faster and more anxious than he was. As soon as Robin realized what
Mr. Anthony was doing to her, she leaned back on the desk, propping
herself up on her elbows, and spread her legs wide for her teacher to come
inside.
"Do me Mr. A! I want you in me! Do me now!" she grunted, sounding
almost like an animal in heat instead of a human. Mr. Anthony's nostrils
flared again as he got an even stronger whiff of Robin's pussy juices when
she spread her legs for him.
He leaned forward and yanked his student's skirt up around her waist,
ready to rip her panties off if he couldn't get them down fast enough, but
what he found both shocked and delighted him. Staring back at him,
looking absolutely delicious, was Robin's bare, glistening mound. Mr.
Anthony looked up at Robin and found her grinning down at him.
"I didn't think I'd be needing my panties for long so I took 'em off
downstairs and stuck 'em in my purse," she said with a sly smile. "Hurry
up and do me Mr. A - before I explode!" she added emphatically, and her
teacher needed no further urging.
Mr. Anthony leaned forward and rammed his face as tightly as he could
right into the young girl's sex-slimy twat, making Robin grunt happily.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Robin began grunting rhythmically as the older
man began to explore every nook and cranny of her young, tender pussy with
his tongue and fingers. Mr. Anthony couldn't believe how delicious she
was as he parted her slick cunt lips and took a long, slow slurp all the
way down her slit. His young student's pussy had a nearly transparent
covering of soft brown hair that did nothing to hide the beauty of it - or
to impede his eating it! Her fat, pouty outer lips shone and glistened
with juices, and Robin was so aroused that the bright pink interior of her
slit was visible even without having her teacher spread her lips. Robin's
vagina was incredibly tight, Mr. Anthony soon discovered, as he had to
really work to get his tongue inside her very far at all. And, he was
barely able to get a second finger inside her despite her wetness.
"Oooooooo, God, yes, suck it!" Robin squealed every time her teacher
came anywhere near her hard little clit, and he was more than happy to
oblige. Only the third or fourth suck on Robin's clit made her nubile
young body jerk and spasm in her orgasm. Mr. Anthony paused for a moment,
thinking that she might want to catch her breath, but his student kept
urging him on, pumping her cunt into his face, so he went right back to
eating her.
By now, Mr. Anthony's hard-on was almost unbearable. He had to do
something to get some relief for himself, but again the young girl was
already ahead of his thinking.
"Do me Mr. A! Please stick your cock in me! Please!" Robin begged;
her voiced was filled with yearning. Even had Mr. Anthony been strong
enough to resist otherwise, the sound of Robin's sweet voice begging him
to fuck her would have sent him over the edge in uncontrolled lust. He
stopped eating her for the moment and stood up between her widely spread
legs. Those same firm, luscious legs that he had admired so many times in
class and in the hall, so beautiful despite the tiny amount of baby fat
they still carried.
He was so damn nervous that he fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper
for several seconds, so Robin came to his rescue again. She sat back up,
gave him a quick kiss and then reached down, deftly unfastening his belt
and pants button and then unzipping him. Nervous as he was, even Mr.
Anthony could take it from there, and he yanked his trousers and shorts
down in a single movement.
His rock hard cock sprang free of the confines of his clothing like a
rocket trying to launch from Cape Canaveral, standing straight out stiffly
at attention and pointing exactly where it wanted to go - straight at
Robin's slimy little cunt.
"Ooooo, Mr. A, what a pretty cock!" she cooed and then reached down to
wrap the fingers of one hand around his shaft. Mr. Anthony felt as though
another bold of electricity had shot through his body when Robin touched
his penis, and he was afraid for just a moment that he might cum all over
her without even getting his cock inside her, but it was just his
excitement. While Robin gently stroked his shaft for a few moments, he
calmed down just a bit and realized that he hadn't cum yet. He watched,
utterly fascinated, as Robin smiled at him and then slid slowly off of the
desk top. After her feet touched the floor, she bent her knees and
squatted down so that her face was at the same level as his cock.
***** END PART 4 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P.
"Oh my, yes! Oh yes, Robin!" he gasped as the 16-year-old leaned her
head forward and slurped about four inches of his fat cock into her lovely
mouth, skillfully sliding back the thick foreskin with her teeth as she
inhaled his shaft. He reached out a hand and began stroking her hair
which was just about all he was capable of doing, other than breathing, as
Robin began sucking his cock just as well or better than anyone he'd ever
been with before. And, all of those women had many more years of
experience than this youngster had. She sucked him deeply but gently,
and, after a few moments of exquisite pleasure, she pulled her mouth off
of his dick and stood back up.
"Mmmmmm, you're so tasty!" she cooed after giving her teacher a big
kiss on the lips, "but I don't want my favorite teacher to cum just yet.
I want you to fuck me first! I want you inside me with that big cock!"
she said quietly but emphatically. Mr. Anthony was barely able to grunt
and nod in response. He would have done anything the young girl told him
by that point.
He was a bit surprised when, after yanking her sweater the rest of the
way off, freeing her small breasts entirely, Robin turned her back on him
and lay down on her belly across his desk with her feet still on the
floor. Surprised yes, but boy did it give him a grand view! Robin's skirt
was still gathered up around her hips so her teacher had a clear view of
the luscious ass that he had admired on so many occasions in class. The
teenager's ass was wide - but NOT fat! Her cheeks were firm and creamy
and luscious with well-defined globes of freckled flesh. While he was
admiring the view for a moment, Robin slid her feet wider so that her
crack opened and her tiny pink asshole as well as the bottom of her pussy
slit came into view. Both holes glistened with moisture from her earlier
orgasm, and Mr. Anthony was left breathless by how beautiful she was.
"Do me Mr. A!" she repeated, looking back over her shoulder at him and
suddenly looking much more serious than she had. "You can do me any way
you want to! I'm yours!" she added, making his heart leap with lust.
"God yes, I want you, too!" he grunted and stepped forward. Both
student and teacher grunted loudly as the thick, uncircumsized head of Mr.
Anthony's cock bumped into the slimy lips of Robin's nearly virginal cunt.
He reached out and grabbed her luscious thighs with both hands and
began pulling himself forward - into her hot, drooling sex.
"Unghhhhhh!" the young girl groaned as her tiny vagina tried to
stretch and expand to take her teacher's large pecker inside it. She
ground her body back against his, trying to swallow up every inch of his
cock with her pussy. "God," thought Mr. Anthony through his lustful haze,
"she's so tight that it's like trying to drive my cock though a board!"
After several seconds of pushing, the teacher had only managed to insert
his thick cockhead into her hole, and he stopped there for a moment or
two, letting her cunt muscles relax some, before pressing forward again.
"Awwwww, mmmmmmm!" Robin cried breathlessly, mewling like a cat, as
Mr. Anthony slowly stuffed his hard cock into her tiny cunt centimeter by
centimeter until he finally had about four inches of his vibrating tool
inside her. There, he stopped again, needing to catch his breath while he
enjoyed the exquisite sensation of his young student's pussy grabbing and
sucking at his cock, but Robin wasn't ready for him to stop.
"Mr. A! Stop screwin' around and screw me!" she grunted emphatically,
turning her sparkling brown eyes back on him. "I want it all! Fuck me!
Fuck me with your whole cock! Do anything you want to me!" she cried with
a desperate hunger in her voice. And, as if to underscore her request,
the 16-year-old began to push her ass back against her teacher, trying to
engulf even more of his cock with her cunt.
"Bbbbut, I don't want to hurt you!" Mr. Anthony managed to gasp out
breathlessly, still holding his cock steady at the four-inch mark.
"I don't care! I don't care! Fuck me Mr. Anthony! Fuck me!" Robin
cried, humping her ass harder against his cock now, and Mr. Anthony
completely gave up on trying to control his lust.
He took a quick, deep breath and shoved himself forward, catching
Robin's ass and pussy coming back toward him, and imbedded all seven
inches of his hard rod into the girl's tiny pussy!
"Ahhhhhh! Arghhhhh! Ungh!" Robin squealed and grunted breathlessly
as her teacher's cock slid all the way home, stretching her young cunt
well beyond anything she had experienced before. He was so deep inside
her that she could feel his cock hair tickling the crack of her ass.
"Oomph!" went Mr. Anthony as he expelled a lungfull of air when his
cock slid home all the way inside the youngster, wedged in tighter than he
would have imagined a dick could get wedged inside a pussy. Robin's
vagina sucked and squeezed and massaged his pecker. He had never felt
anything like this before, had never felt anything so wonderful! He only
paused a second or two to enjoy the sensations, though, because he was way
past ready to give his student the fucking that she wanted. He gripped
Robin's hips firmly with his hands and began to yank his cock back out of
her amazing cunt. It was no easy task. Her pussy didn't want to give up
what it had wanted inside it so badly. But, finally, with a loud sucking
sound as if some vacuum seal had been broken, Mr. Anthony's cock moved,
and he was able to pull it back so that just the thick head was still
inside the young girl's twat.
Then, he plunged in again shoving all seven inches back inside Robin
at once, and she squealed loudly - whether in delight or in pain or a
combination of the two, he couldn't tell. And, he was so crazed with lust
that he really didn't care at that precise moment. All that mattered to
him right now was his cock and her cunt and fucking it just as hard and as
fast as he could.
Robin's squeals and grunts gradually subsided in volume but kept pace
with her teacher's stroking in and out of her cunt. She seemed perfectly
content to let him ram and stretch her cunt all night long.
"Unghhh! Unghhhh! Unghhhhhh!" her grunts lengthened as Mr. Anthony
regained a bit of control and began using longer and slower but even more
emphatic strokes into the young girl's twat. Her grunting was
interspersed with an occasional "Fuck me!" or a "Shove it in me!" but, for
the most part, Robin was so into getting fucked that she could only grunt
incoherently. That was more noise that Mr. Anthony had the energy to
make, though. He was fairly amazed that he hadn't cum all over the place
yet as hot as Robin had gotten him, but he was beginning to get that
tell-tale tingling in his cockhead which told him it wouldn't be much
longer before he did.
***** END PART 5 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P.
"Teacher's Aide" part 6 (final)...
Suddenly, Mr. Anthony stopped dead still with his dick firmly planted
all the way up to his balls in his student's hot, tight cunt as the
realization of his impending orgasm triggered another, more serious
thought.
"Robin honey, are you on the pill?" he asked, holding his cock
absolutely still inside her, willing himself not to cum yet.
"Oh, ooo, no, Mr. A, ummmm, ahhh," she answered slowly, looking back
over her shoulder at him, still wiggling her ass against his pelvis.
"Just be really careful, ummmm, ahhh, when you're about to cum."
"Well, yeah, we don't want you getting pregnant, Sweetheart," he
answered; his brow still creased in a frown.
"Ummm, oooo, just pull it out when you're ready, ummm, to, ah, cum,"
the brown-haired cutie grunted, "'cause, mmmm, ah, I want to suck you dry,
ahhh, ooo, anyway." Mr. Anthony nearly blew his load right up inside her
just from the mental image Robin put in his head of her swallowing his cum
down her sweet throat. It was something he'd fantasized of doing to Robin
many times but would never have asked her to do.
"Uh, okay honey," he grunted quietly, beginning to slide his cock in
and out of her ever so slowly again, trying to make this absolutely
awesome fuck last as long as he could.
"Oh, God, yes! Fuck me Mr. A! Fuck me hard!" Robin wailed, making
the teacher immediately go into overdrive with his cockstrokes again.
Even after all this, though, he was still taken a little by surprise by
the teenager's next shouted command.
"Spank me, Mr. A! Slap my ass so I can cum!" Robin cried plaintively,
grinding her ass harder and harder back against the older man's long, hard
strokes. "Please spank me!" Mr. Anthony shook his head, still not quite
believing that he was hearing such a request from a 16-year-old, but
finally decided to give her what she wanted. He slowed his stroking down
again and took the open palm of his right hand and slapped Robin lightly
on her pale, freckled ass cheek, making a barely audible, "smack". He
immediately felt the young girl's cunt grab onto his cock even tighter
than it had before, and he had to fight to regain enough control not to
cum inside her.
"Harder, Mr. A. spank me harder!" she cried breathlessly, so he did
it. "Smack!" cracked his palm against her ass, hard enough this time to
leave bright red finger marks on her pale skin, and the effect on the girl
was miraculous. Mr. Anthony gasped out loud a split second after slapping
Robin's ass as her cunt seemed to try and pinch off his cock inside it,
and he felt her body begin to shake and spasm as she shot over the edge
into orgasm again.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming" the teacher shouted, loosing control entirely.
He had just enough presence of mind to yank his twitching cock out of
Robin's tight pink hole barely in time to spew the first long splash of
jism across her ass cheeks and up her bare back, luckily with only a drop
of two getting on her bunched-up skirt. Robin, hearing her teacher call
out, moved speedily despite her own body's shaking and writhing and
managed to turn and kneel very nearly in time to catch the second splat of
cum in her mouth. She just missed, though, and the sticky white glob
splattered on her forehead and splashed up into her hair.
Robin got the next one, though, wrapping her lips around the head of
Mr. Anthony's spewing cock and sucking and swallowing mightily, draining
every single drop of her teacher's sperm down her throat, while Mr.
Anthony could only stand there, trying to keep from hyperventilating and
barely able to reach down and stroke his pretty student's hair while she
continued to suck his cock magnificently.
"Damn! That was great!" she whispered softly, taking her teacher's
cock from between her lips for a moment to speak.
"You're telling me!" Mr. Anthony answered breathlessly, softly running
his fingers through Robin's hair while she went back to work, gently
slurping on his rapidly deflating cock. "Oh, Darling, I'm sorry that I
got stuff all over you, but I came so damn fast!" Mr. Anthony apologizes
when he sees the strand of sperm on Robin's forehead and in her hair.
"Hehehe, hmmmm," she giggled, after kissing the tip of his penis once
more, "I don't mind having your cum on me. I'd take a bath in it if I
could Mr. A!" That said, Robin reached up with one finger and wiped the
jism off of her forehead and then sucked it off her finger. "Damn, you're
delicious!" she says, grinning and smacking her lips.
"So are you Honey, so are you!" Mr. Anthony answers sincerely.
"Ooo, damn! I gotta get outa here and get home!" the 16-year-old
exclaims when she glances up at the wall clock. "Hang on while I run down
to the ladies' room and get the rest of this off of me." Mr. Anthony has
to grin as he watches the young girl race for the door, with one hand
clutching her sweater and purse, and the other one holding her skirt up
around her waist so that it doesn't get any more cum on it. He sighs and
smiles contentedly as he watches her bare ass cheeks and tits wiggle and
jiggle out of sight.
Mr. Anthony slumps back down in his chair, too drained to even pull
his pants up, and waits for Robin to return. She's back in a few minutes,
fully clothed unfortunately, and sits down on top of the desk in front of
his again, grinning from ear to ear. Her grin gets even wider when he
sees her reach into her purse and pull out her panties, and then it's his
turn to grin as he gets to watch her slowly and sensuously pull them up
her legs and over her luscious young pussy.
"Whew!" he breathes quietly when she's finished, feeling the stirrings
of another erection jolting through his cock.
"That was absolutely wonderful Teach!" she says quietly, smiling at
him while she walks around to his side of the desk. Then, she kneels down
until her face is level with his already one-third erect cock. "Damn, I
sure wish I had the time for us to put this to use," she says wistfully,
smiling up at him, "but I don't won't to get in trouble the very first
time we make love." Mr. Anthony nods in agreement, especially happy to
hear her say "the first time". "So, I'll just give this gorgeous cock a
goodbye kiss," she coos and then leans over to gently kiss the head of Mr.
Anthony's pecker and softly sucks it two or three times. "So he'll
remember me."
"Robin, there's no doubt that my cock will remember you quite well,"
Mr. Anthony sighed, reaching out to run his fingers through her hair
again.
"So, does that mean that I can count on you to give me the extra,
ummmm, help I need after school?" Robin asks with a sly smile as she gives
his cock a final kiss and stands up, straightening her clothing as she
does.
"Yes ma'am, it does indeed," he answered; all thought of caution and
his teaching career are blocked out completely for the moment. "Anytime
you need help, you just let me know, and I'll be more than happy to give
you anything you need!"
"Cool!" she replied sweetly, looking for just a moment exactly the
part of a sweet, innocent 16-year-old, but then she leaned over and gave
her teacher a hard, hot, wet kiss before grabbing up her bag and fairly
prancing out the door, stopping only long enough to wave and blow him a
kiss before disappearing into the hallway.
"Well, damn!" Mr. Anthony muttered softly after she had gone. He
finally got up enough energy to get dressed, gather up his things and head
for home, thinking all the while that you just never knew when the teacher
would end up learning something from the student.
***** END PART 6/END OF STORY "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P.
Teacher's Aide II: Robin Comes Calling (teacher/student (mf),
spanking, anal, consensual, romantic) - fiction by D.A.P. The following
work is entirely fictional and in no way represents past events or real
people nor does it seek to promote adult/teenager sexual relations as a
way of life. It is merely a story to be read for the enjoyment
(hopefully) of a tale told well for those who find this sort of subject
matter interesting or exciting. No person under 18 years of age (or 21,
depending on where you live) should download or read this material as it
is of an entirely adult nature.
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and negative - as long as they are logical and constructive. Those who
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most of the mistakes you find are merely typographical in nature.
Those wishing to sample the ealier meeting between Mr. Anthony and his
student, Robin, should check out "Teacher's Aide" previously posted on
this newsgroup.
Teacher's Aide II: Robin Comes Calling
Mr. Anthony spent the whole week following his mind-blowing Monday
night meeting with Robin worrying about it. He can't get her creamy
thighs and tight pink snatch out of his mind while, at the same time, he
can't stop himself from wondering what will happen if she tells anyone
about what they did to each other. He finally resolves to tell her that,
no matter how much they enjoyed fucking, it can't ever be allowed to
happen again. He resolves to tell her all that the first private moment he
has with her. He has been immensely relieved by the fact that she's acted
no differently at all in class. No scenes of any sort, pleasant or
otherwise. She's still acting the part of the mature young lady. In fact,
the only change is that she's not come in during his free periods or after
school as much which is something that both disappoints and relieves him.
And, when she had come in, it's only been for a moment or two to say
"hello" or to ask about an assignment, and then she flits off long before
he can get up the nerve to have the serious talk with her that he has
planned.
And, quite to Mr. Anthony's surprise, that's all that happens until
the Friday after their desk-top fuck.
Seventh period history has gone like it usually does - poorly - but
Mr. Anthony is so relieved to have made it through the week sane (so far
as he can tell, anyway) that it doesn't bother him that very little got
done that day. After the bell rings, he nervously watches from behind his
desk (while trying to seem as if he isn't watching) as Robin slowly picks
up her books and then waits until she's the last one in the room. Then,
she swings by his desk, walking slowly with her luscious hips swaying
gently. She stops directly in front of his desk with a big smile plastered
on her face.
"Have a nice weekend, Mr. A," is all the 16-year-old says as she
quickly and unobtrusively slips her teacher a folded-up piece of notebook
paper.
"You too," is all he has a chance to say in response since she turns
and walks from the room right after handing him the paper. He watches,
mesmerized by those hips again, until she disappears out the door. Then he
jerks slightly, as if coming out of a trance, and looks down at the piece
of paper in his hand. He's afraid to open it. Though he tries to
convince himself otherwise, he's mainly worried that she's written to tell
him that she doesn't want to see him again. He's so nervous that he gets
up, looks up and down the hall, and closes his door before sitting back
down to unfold the paper and see what Robin has written.
"8 a.m. Saturday," is all the note says. Mr. Anthony turns it over,
thinking that there must be something else, but there's not. "Okay, well,
I wonder what's up?" Mr. Anthony muses silently, uncertain as to whether
or not he should be happy or worried that he's going to see Robin the next
morning. Assuming, of course, that's what the cryptic message means, but
he can't think of anything else that it might mean instead.
He shakes his head to clear it, but spends all of 8th period wondering
and worrying. At the end of the day, he gathers up his work to take home
and heads out the door.
*****
Not surprisingly, Mr. Anthony spends Friday night at home, alternately
worrying that something has gone wrong ("She couldn't be pregnant, could
she? Or even know already if she was?" is a thought that runs through his
mind more than once during the evening.) or that Robin has changed her
mind or that she's hasn't changed her mind. In other words, he just mainly
fidgets, hoping like hell that he gets to fuck Robin in the morning and
worrying like crazy that he will.
He's awake, showered and dressed the next morning long before eight
a.m., but his heart still skips a beat when he hears a light tapping on
the door. And, he becomes even more nervous when he glances at his clock
and sees that it's only 7:30. He panics momentarily when it occurs to him
that it might not be Robin and then wonders what he'll do if it is someone
else and then Robin shows up while they're still here. But, after taking
a deep breath, he finally calms himself enough to go open the door, hoping
like mad that it is her.
He walks to the door and opens it just a crack. Before he can say a
word or even peek out, his young student slips inside and pushes the door
shut behind her.
They move further into the apartment - after he's secured the chain
and the deadbolt on the door - and Mr. Anthony drinks Robin in with his
eyes as she walks. His student is wearing a long dress this morning,
coming down to halfway between her knees and ankles. The sight of it
causes another stab of anxiety to rush through his body as he thinks that
her conservative clothing might mean that she's not here to fuck.
The pretty teenager tosses her purse onto the teacher's diningroom
table and sits down on the edge of it, and they begin to chat after Mr.
Anthony sits down in a chair facing her. Both are obviously nervous,
despite their previous encounter, and they make small talk. Robin tells
her teacher that her parents both do shift work at the local gun factory.
They had to be at work at 7:00 so she hopped in the shower as soon as they
went out the door at 6:45. Mr. Anthony can see evidence of that since
Robin's hair is still slightly wet. When she apologizes for getting to his
apartment too early, Mr. Anthony assures her that it's quite all right.
"I've been up and ready and dressed for over an hour myself," he
admits with shy smile, and they both laugh quietly at how anxious they
were about their early morning rendezvous.
"Well, I really don't have anything I have to do all day long," Robin
says hesitantly. "I mean, well, I do have to go home in time to have
dinner ready for them about 7:00 or so tonight, but I'm free until then."
"Well, that's nice," Mr. Anthony sputters in response, still not
knowing quite what to say and still unsure of himself and uncertain if
Robin is here for what he hopes she's here for. So, mainly out of
nervousness, he launches into a dry, very adult, very teacher-ish speech
about how what happened, happened, and about how sorry he is that he lost
control of himself and the situation. He tells Robin that it was all his
fault, and that she shouldn't blame herself at all, etc., etc. After he's
been blathering on for about five minutes or so, a burst of Robin's
bright, sparkling laughter stops him right in mid-sentence. He stops
concentrating on the spot on the floor between his feet (a habit of his
when he's discussing any sensitive subject) and looks up at Robin who is
still sitting on the table's edge and laughing happily at his discomfort.
Mr. Anthony watches in astonishment and with growing interest as Robin
lifts her feet off the floor and places one into each of the diningroom
chairs on either side of her of where she's sitting on the table. Then,
she spreads her legs and ever so slowly pulls her dress up over her knees
and then her thighs, finally gathering a double handful of it around her
waist, revealing that the young girl has once again come to see her
teacher without wearing her panties.
"Oh, Mr. A, would you please just shut up and fuck me!" Robin says
with a lecherous grin while she reaches down to rub her moist, shiny mound
with one hand while holding her dress up with the other.
END PART 1 - "TEACHER'S AIDE II: ROBIN COMES CALLING" - FICTION BY D.A.P.
Mr. Anthony blinks as he digests what he just heard and what he's
seeing. And, in about the same amount of time it would take to blink
twice, he takes three steps to where Robin waits, kneels down between her
legs, rams his face between her pouting pussy lips and begins slurping
away at her already juicy pussy.
"Mmmmmm, that feels so damn good, Teach!" Robin purrs. Mr. Anthony
just mumbles something unintelligible from between the teenager's pussy
lips, making her giggle. The older man devours her, making a meal of her
tender twat right there on his diningroom table, thinking a bit giddily to
himself as he does, "Damn, this is the best breakfast I ever ate on this
table!" While he continues munching on her pussy, Robin reaches over for
her purse, pulls it open, and then turns it upside down, depositing a
large mound of condoms on the table beside her. Mr. A looks up at the
noise and sees the pile of rubbers, and then he glances up at Robin's
grinning face.
"I plan on keeping you busy ALL DAY LONG!" she says emphatically, and,
to punctuate her words, Robin throws her legs up onto her teacher's
shoulders, crossing them behind his head, tries her best to yank his face
even tighter to his snatch.
"Oh God, yes! Eat me Mr. A! Eat me!" she cries out, pumping her legs
against the back of his neck to try and urge him to tongue-fuck her even
faster and harder than he already is. Mr. Anthony looks up again when he
hears the rattle of the plastic wrapper being torn off a condom. Mr.
Anthony is ready for one. It feels as though his erection may rip a hole
in his pants, and he's already desperate to shove his dick inside his
student's tight pink hole again.
He gives Robin's tender clit one last kiss and suck and then stands up
between her legs. While he quickly unfastens his pants and pushes them to
the floor, Robin takes her legs off his shoulders, leans forward and
hungrily sucks on his nipples and kisses his chest. As his pants fall to
the floor, Mr. Anthony's cock springs into the air, pointing straight at
the young girl's slimy snatch. Robin wastes no time reaching down and
fondling the hot seven-inch dick and her teacher's dangling balls, and
then expertly slides the rubber over it.
"Fuck me Teach! Fuck me hard!" Robin grunts; her voice low and
guttural and almost animalistic. She flops back onto the table and puts
her feet up onto Mr. Anthony's shoulders, waiting for him to split her
lips again.
"Yes! I'm gonna fuck you! And, fuck you hard!" the teacher grunts
back. Mr. Anthony slides forward and presses the tip of his vibrating dick
up against Robin's shiny cunt lips, and she grunts passionately when the
thick head slides just between her pussy lips and bumps into her clit.
"Shove it in, Mr. A!" she screeches, and Mr. Anthony does just what
she tells him. He pumps his hips hard and buries nearly all seven inches
of his thick dick into his student's hot, sweet hole, and Robin squeals
with delight as the large cock stretches her nearly-virginal pussy widely.
With a little grunting and some shoving, Mr. Anthony gets the last inch or
so of his shaft into Robin, making the 16-year-old giggle when his pubic
hair tickles her clit.
"Mmmmmm, that big dick feels so good inside me," she purrs; her voice
all soft and romantic for a moment, but only for a moment. "Now fuck me
with it!" Mr. Anthony is ready to do just that. He begins pistoning his
dick in and out of Robin's pussy, going slowly the first couple of
strokes, until she digs her heels in behind his head and nearly yells out,
"Hard, dammit, fuck me hard!" At her command, he throws patience and
caution to the wind and starts slamming his meaty tool in and out of her
tight cunt just as hard and as fast as he can. He finally gets up enough
speed, after her pussy has loosened up enough to allow it, that his balls
start slapping against her bouncy butt cheeks on each deep thrust inside
her.
Once she gets her teacher to fuck her the way she wants to be fucked,
Robin shuts up except for quietly grunting, "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" in time
with his cock strokes. That changes, though, when Mr. Anthony turns his
head to one side bites down firmly on the ball of her right foot.
"Ooooooo, oh God!" she squeals in surprise, and her young body spasms
in orgasm on the table beneath him. Mr. Anthony manages not to let her
grasping pussy suck his cock to orgasm - barely - and stops stroking and
biting for a moment to let her finish. "Oh, damn, where did you learn to
do that? It felt sooooo nice."
"Oh, I picked it up somewhere," Mr. Anthony says with a grin as he
begins to drive his still-hard dick all the way back inside Robin's cunt,
and she shuts up and concentrates on getting fucked again. Once the
teacher has all seven inches of his pecker sliding in and out of Robin
again, he turns his head and starts kissing and gnawing at the young
girl's feet again. Robin loves it! The volume of her grunting and moaning
and squealing gets so boisterous that Mr. Anthony considers stopping
playing with her feet. But, he's too far gone in fucking her to worry, and
she's enjoying it too much. "Hell, let the neighbors think that me and my
girlfriend fuck up a frenzy early in the morning, just as long as they
don't know who the girlfriend is," he thinks with a grin while continuing
to pound away at Robin's pud and to gnaw and kiss her feet. Though, he
doesn't really have one specific thought about it, somewhere in the back
of his mind is the idea that an older guy like him better show a hot young
girl like this that fucking someone his age is well worth the sneaking
around and the risk. He doesn't want to be just another dick going in and
out of her hole. She could get that from any number of high school guys
who are probably more handsome and virile than he is.
Mr. Anthony holds out for as long as he can; the condom encasing his
hard dick helping some since it cuts down on the sensation of sliding in
and out of Robin's exquisitely tight cunt. But, when the 16-year-old's
body begins to jerk and spasm in her second orgasm (right after he sucks
her big toe all the way inside his mouth), he can't contain himself any
longer.
"Ungh! Ahhh! Yes!" Mr. Anthony nearly yells as he jerks and begins
filling the condom with sperm. He keeps jackhammering arhythmically away
at Robin's twat as jets of jism shoot out his cum hole as if trying to
blast open the latex and flood the 16-year-old's vagina.
"Oh God yes! Fill me up, Mr. A! Fill my cunt!" Robin grunts at him
through gritted teeth as her orgasm continues to shake her body.
Finally, the teacher's stream of cum slows to a dribble, and Robin's
cunt stops grabbing and squeezing and sucking at his cock so
enthusiastically. Mr. Anthony leans forward, resting his body against the
back of his student's legs, and reaches out with both hands to gently
fondle Robin's budding tits, leaving his softening dick still buried deep
inside the young girl's pussy. Robin reaches a hand up and rubs it across
her teacher's chest, grinning from ear to ear.
"Damn Teach, you sure can fuck!" she says breathlessly.
"Only when I have someone this sexy to fuck," he answers with a smile,
making Robin giggle in delight. After resting his flaccid cock inside her
for a few more moments, the two untangle, and the 16-year-old heads
straight for Mr. Anthony's limp penis. She kneels down, slips the
cum-filled rubber off his dick and slurps the soft, cream-covered shaft
into her mouth, making the older man moan quietly. After she cleans him up
with her mouth, Mr. Anthony takes her by the hand and leads her into his
bedroom. The two quickly finish undressing, with plenty of soft kisses and
gentle touches raining down all over both bodies. But, they're easy,
loving touches and kisses for the moment. Once naked, the teacher and his
student lie down together on the bed, wrap their arms and legs around each
other and cuddle.
"So, you really think I'm sexy?" Robin asks quietly, sounding more
like a 10-year-old than a 16-year-old for a moment.
"Honey, I think you're the sexiest girl...no, sorry, I mean you're the
sexiest WOMAN that I've ever made love to in my whole life!" Mr. Anthony
answers quietly but emphatically. Robin fairly glows when she hears his
words and snuggles even closer against his chest.
"You'd be really proud of how careful I was coming here today," Robin
says, having already developed an appetite for her teacher's compliments,
and is enthusiastically fishing for more.
"Yeah, well I bet I would be," Mr. Anthony says and then kisses her
forehead gently three or four times.
"Yep, I left the house and walked right on by your apartment complex
like I was going somewhere else..." she explains.
"Uh huh," Mr. Anthony mumbles, now kissing along the lobe of Robin's
right ear.
END PART 2 - "TEACHER'S AIDE II: ROBIN COMES CALLING" - FICTION BY D.A.P.
"And then I turned around and snuck back through the woods so I could
come up the stairs on the back of your building," she continues, though a
bit more breathlessly as her teacher continues to kiss and nibble at her
ear. "I made sure no one was looking out their windows at your door before
I knocked. I wouldn't ever, ever want to get you into trouble."
"Ummmm, hmmmmm," her teacher mumbles again, sucking on her earlobe.
"I'm glad you think I'm sexy and all, but I have something that I have
to tell you, Teach," Robin says quietly a moment later, gently but firmly
pushing Mr. Anthony far enough away that he can't suck her ear any longer.
Her actions surprise the older man, and he looks at her with a puzzled
expression.
"I've been a bad, bad girl," she whispers, sounding much younger for a
moment.
"Uh, well, okay," Mr. Anthony mutters, still unsure of where this is
leading. Considering the situation he's in with his young lover, all sorts
of unpleasant things pop immediately into his head when he hears her
words.
"Yeah, I've been bad, bad girl," she repeats. "I've wanted to fuck my
teacher for the longest time." He starts to smile at that, but stops when
he sees that she still looks dead serious though she's still speaking in
her little-girl voice. "I lie awake night after night after night in my
bedroom at home and think about fucking my teacher. And, my little pussy
gets so hot and wet that I just have to touch it. Momma always told me
that I shouldn't, but I just can't help it. I wanna fuck my teacher so
bad!"
"Oh my, well then, I guess you have been a bad girl, haven't you?" Mr.
Anthony says quietly, finally getting into the spirit of it.
"Oh, but that's not all, Mr. A! I've been really, really bad!" Robin
insists sincerely.
"Well, you better tell me then," he answers.
"You see, when I touch my pussy, well, it feels so very nice that I
can't make myself stop," she says breathlessly and reaches down between
her legs to slip a finger into her cunt. "Mmmmm...like right now, Mr. A. I
just want to jiggle and wiggle my little pussy back and forth with my
fingers, and I keep doing it and doing it and doing it until my whole body
jerks and jumps, and I have to bite down on my lip to keep my Momma from
hearing me scream out my teacher's name when I cum!" she adds in a rush.
"Mmmmmm, well, that is serious," Mr. Anthony manages to mumble as he
feels his dick spring to life again. Robin notices immediately since the
half-erect member is now poking her in the belly just above where she's
diddling her own pussy.
"See, I'm still being a bad girl," she cries out in mock despair. "I'm
making that beautiful cock of yours all hard again, and if I do that we'll
wind up fucking again."
"Uh huh!" her teacher grunts. That's exactly what he has in mind for
his pecker when it's completely hard.
"I do the bad thing in bed almost every night, thinking of you, Mr.
A!" she says plaintively.
"Well, what should we do about it?" Mr. Anthony asks, having a really
good idea in his mind of what he wants to do about it - fuck her again!
"I need to be punished, Mr. A," the 16-year-old cries in her
little-girl voice. "You need to punish me. You need to spread me across
that big diningroom table of yours and spank me for all the naughty things
I've done!" Well, that did it. The image of the beautiful young girl
lieing naked on his table while he spanks and then, no doubt, fucks her,
was more than enough to give Mr. Anthony a raging hard-on.
"See, see what a naughty girl I am!" Robin says, taking her fingers
out of her pussy to reach out and wrap them around her teacher's erect
penis. "I made this beautiful cock of yours all hard again. I'm such a bad
girl!"
"You have to spank my bottom, Mr. A!" she continues, looking up into
his face. "If you spank me really good, really hard for all the bad things
I've done then...well, then it'll be okay if we fuck."
"Well, we better get you in there and spank you right now, little
girl!" Mr. Anthony replied in a stern voice, now totally into Robin's
little game. He stands up, grabs her wrist and drags the naked teenager
back into the other room.
"Now, bend over that table and take your punishment!" he orders,
releasing her wrist and pushing her toward the table.
"Yes, yes sir, Mr. Anthony!" she answers meekly, and then bent over
forward with the top half of her body spread out on the table's top,
presenting her beautiful, lushly freckled ass directly toward him, making
his mouth literally water with lust. He admired the firm, shapely cheeks
of her ass, noticing that Robin has spread her legs just far enough apart
that a tiny bit of soft brown pubic hair and the very bottom of her pouty
pussy lips are visible to him as he looks between her ass cheeks.
He licked his lips nervously and then drew back his hand.
"Smack!" went his palm against the firm flesh of Robin's ass. The
teenager squirmed deliciously as Mr. Anthony drew back his hand again,
noticing that his first slap had just barely left a round pink mark on his
student's ass.
"Oh yes! Spank me, Mr. A! I've been so bad!" Robin whimpered.
"Smack!!!" went Mr. Anthony's palm against the girl's ass, hard enough
this time to leave an impression of his fingers when he pulled his hand
away again. Robin squirmed even harder, and her teacher could see that her
pussy was shiny and wet again. It looked as though moisture had even run
down onto the inside of her thighs.
"Oh God yes! Spank me good and hard so we can fuck good and hard!" she
pleaded and then wiggled her ass seductively at Mr. Anthony.
"Whack!!!" went Mr. Anthony's hand, slapping Robin's other wide,
luscious cheek this time; this slap was the hardest yet.
"Owwwww!" Robin cries out in pain, and Mr. Anthony immediately stops
in mid-swing of his next strike. But, almost as quickly as she had cried
out, the 16-year-old recovered. "Mmmmmm, yes, you're spanking me so damn
good, Mr. A. Fucking is gonna be great after this!"
"Yes, yes it is!" Mr. Anthony responded, relieved that he hadn't hurt
his young student badly. He drew back his hand and slapped her one more
firm blow on her ass, "Smack!", but this time all the slap did was make
her wiggle her butt in horniness.
"Oh Teach, fuck me now! Please! Please! Please fuck me now!" Robin
begged in her whimpering, little-girl voice.
"Yes, of course I'll fuck you! Right now!" replied her teacher. He
grabbed her hips in his hands and moved forward until the thick head of
his prick bumped into his student's slimy, swollen cunt lips.
"Ooomph!" grunted Robin as the dick bumped into her cunt lips, and
then she grunted even louder as Mr. Anthony began to slide the throbbing
head up and down her wet slit, teasing her but not fucking her yet. As he
teased, Mr. Anthony reached over and picked up a condom from the pile on
the table and began tearing the wrapper off.
"Teach, please do me in the ass!" Robin begged, bringing her teacher
up short with about an inch of his cock stuck inside her pretty pink pussy
now.
"You want me to fuck you in the ass?" Mr. Anthony asked, not quite
sure if he had heard right.
"Yes, yes, please! Put that silly condom up and stick that beautiful
cock into my asshole!" she begged, turning her head to look back over her
shoulder at him. "Please Teach! I wanna you to have my asshole, too!"
END PART 3 - "TEACHER'S AIDE II: ROBIN COMES CALLING" - FICTION BY D.A.P.
"Well, I'll have to go get some vaseline or something..." he begins,
concerned about hurting her but already getting hot at the thought of
plugging his student's beautiful pink asshole. Robin interrupts him
before he can finish, though.
"No, just stick your cock in and out of pussy two or three times," she
says. "That'll get it plenty wet enough." He mumbles okay, and then
proceeds with the happy task of sliding his cock all the way in and out of
Robin's pretty pink snatch several times to get it well-coated with her
cunt juices. It feels so good that he's tempted just to fuck her pussy
anyway, but he wants to please her in every way, so he finally slides his
cock out and guides the head up a few inches to where his student's tiny
pink butthole waits.
"Ooooooo, ahhhhhh!" Robin moans when the head of her teacher's cock
bumps up against her pink bud. Mr. Anthony merely rubs his cockhead
against her asshole for a moment, admiring its exquisite pink color and
wondering how in the hell he's ever going to get his thick cock into such
a tiny hole. But, his student is very insistent.
"Please Mr. Anthony! Please stick your cock in my ass and fuck me!"
she begs, turning to fasten those sparkling green eyes on him. "Fuck me
now! I've been bad, and I need to be butt-fucked! Now!" The filthy
language spilling out of Robin's beautiful mouth as well as what she's
telling him to do make Mr. Anthony even more horny if that's possible.
"All right, I'm gonna butt-fuck you now, you bad little girl!" he says
from between clenched teeth as he slowly presses the head of his dick
harder and harder against Robin's back door. Robin complicates matters by
trying to wriggle back against him, impatient as hell to have his dick
inside her ass.
"Smack!!!" goes Mr. Anthony's hand as he pops her ass a good, firm
slap.
"Be still and let me butt-fuck you!" he orders, and Robin immediately
stills her wiggling. "I'm the one doing the fucking here!"
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry," she says in her hushed, little-girl voice, and
Mr. Anthony goes back to shoving his dick up against her asshole. The
teacher is just about to the point of giving up and going for the vaseline
or baby oil despite Robin's request when he's suddenly rewarded for his
diligence by the head of his cock popping inside his student's tiny little
asshole.
"Owwwww!" cries Robin almost simultaneously with Mr. Anthony's loud
"Ooomph!" as both are surprised to find the teacher's cock actually inside
the girl's tight hole. Mr. Anthony can't believe how tight Robin's ass is.
He's fucked women in the ass before, but none of them had a hole anywhere
near this tight. It feels as though Robin's ass is going to pinch off the
head of his cock and eat it any minute.
"Oh God! Oh Teach! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Robin begs after she's
caught her breath again. Her insatiable lust amazes her teacher. Mr.
Anthony knows good and well that his dick is large enough that it has to
be hurting her at least a little. He worries about that, but her words and
the feel of her anus grabbing and sucking at his cock are too powerful and
wonderful to ignore, so he slowly begins to stuff more and more of his
cock inside her luscious ass.
"Yes, do it, Mr. A, do it!" Robin cries and begin grinding her ass
back against her teacher's cock, making even more of it disappear inside
her tight pink hole. Mr. Anthony doesn't mind now, since he's enjoying
the delightful feeling of having almost all seven inches of his dick
buried in Robin's butt.
He plans to pause and let her hole get used to his cock, but Robin
won't let him. As soon as his whole shaft is inside her, the young girl
begins bumping her butt back and forth on his cock, sliding an inch or so
of it in and out of her. She grunts and begs and pleads to be butt-fucked
hard so her teacher obliges her.
"Yes, I'm gonna fuck your ass and fuck it hard!" he grunts as he
slides his dick almost all the way out again, leaving just the head inside
her. "Fuck...you....hard!" he grunts emphatically as he grinds all seven
inches back inside her.
"Ooooooooooo!" Robin squeals in delight as the big, thick dick slams
home into her ass again. Then, it's off to the races for the two lovers.
Mr. Anthony begins pistoning his cock in and out of his student's ass just
as fast as he can (though not as fast as he can fuck her pussy - she's
just too damn tight to go that fast), and Robin begins grunting in time to
his strokes as she humps his ass back against him to catch each
down-stroke as it slams inside her. As he settles into a regular rhythm,
Mr. Anthony begins lightly slapping at the girl's ass cheeks again with
his hands, making Robin wiggle and gasp each time he does.
As might be expected, the two are way too horny and aroused to last
long at this. It can't be much more than Mr. Anthony's 11th or 12th stroke
inside Robin's butt that he feels his balls tighten up and his cock
vibrate just before he blows his wad. He slaps the girl's ass one final
time - hard! - and feels Robin jerk and spasm underneath him. Her asshole
grabs and spasms around his cock just as he shoots his first long jet of
cum deep into her ass.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, yes!" he moans as he buries all seven inches
inside Robin and stops stroking; his body is too paralyzed by his orgasm
to even move.
"Oh God YES!!!" Robin cries loudly. "Fill me with cum, Mr. A. Fill me
up!" She continues to spasm while he keeps shooting jet after jet of sperm
inside her butt, but finally both run out of steam. Mr. Anthony has to
collapse somewhere, so he lies down on top of Robin's sweaty back, leaving
his sperm-dripping dick still clasped inside her butthole. The two of them
rub against each other, and Robin turns her head so that Mr. Anthony can
kiss her ear and cheek.
"God, I love you, and I absolutely adore your cock!" the 16-year-old
whispers emphatically.
"And, I love you and every single sexy hole in your body," Mr. Anthony
replies with a tired but satisfied grin. The two lovers are so exhausted
and drained that they retire to the bedroom for awhile. Instead of
fucking, though, they only have enough energy to cuddle up together and
are soon fast asleep with their sex-sweaty limbs entwined.
*****
It doesn't come as a big surprise to him when Mr. Anthony awakens
about two hours later to find that he has a huge hard-on already. As his
eyes flutter open, he's greeted by Robin's smiling face, and she reaches
down to wrap her fingers around his throbbing cock which is poking her in
the belly just above her pussy slit.
"Well, Teach, you sure now how to wake a girl up properly," she says
with a giggle, and Mr. Anthony is surprised at the transformation that's
taken place again in the 16-year-old. She's lieing there beside him,
gently stroking his cock with one hand and kissing his neck, but it seems
as though the mature, adult Robin has returned. The "bad little girl" who
needs punishing has completely disappeared for the moment.
"Well, I wouldn't want you to feel unwelcome in any way," he replies
with grin of his own. Mr. Anthony can't believe how horny he is. His young
student is making him feel more virile and alive than he can remember
feeling in years.
"Now I'm going to show you the proper way to kiss someone good
morning," he adds and slides down in the bed until his face is within
kissing and licking range of her already-wet pussy. He dives right in,
licking and fingering and slurping with all the skill he can muster, and
Robin lies back in the bed, spreading her legs wider and moaning in
pleasure as her teacher's mouth drives her wild. Knowing Robin, though,
it's not surprising to find that she's not satisfied with being so passive
for long.
"I wanna suck your cock, too, Teach!" she pleads breathlessly. Mr.
Anthony stops sucking her pussy for a moment and grins up at her with a
face glistening from her juices.
END PART 4 - "TEACHER'S AIDE II: ROBIN COMES CALLING" - FICTION BY D.A.P.
"I think we can arrange that," he says with a grin. So, at his
instruction (he's surprised to find that Robin has never done this
before), the two of them wrap up in a 69 on the bed with the young girl on
top. As seems to be the norm with these two, after a long, delicious spell
of eating and sucking at one another, both of them cum at nearly the same
instant; Robin floods Mr. Anthony's face with new juices, and Mr. Anthony
shoots a healthy load of sperm down his student's throat. Both do their
best to swallow every single drop.
"God, that felt so nice," Robin coos after they untangle and are
cuddling again on the bed. "Having your mouth on my pussy while I had your
cock in my mouth! Mmmmmm, that was so good!"
"I can't believe you haven't done that before," he replies, kissing
her forehead as he does.
"Heck no, Teach!" she replies with a giggle. "It's almost impossible
to get high school guys to go down on you. Not if they think they can get
fucked without having to do it." Both of them laugh over that for awhile
and snuggle closer; their bodies molding into one as they lie there
quietly for awhile, enjoying the feel of their chests rising and falling
against one another as they breath deeply and contentedly.
*****
Mr. Anthony surprises himself and delights Robin by managing to fuck
her twice more that Saturday. He loses his erection the second time
before he can cum, but Robin is so well-fucked by then that she doesn't
care. Mr. Anthony has never been with anyone in his life who made his feel
this horny and this virile. And, of course, Robin has never been with a
man who attended to her needs as well as her teacher does.
When they weren't fucking, the two lovers spent a good part of the
rest of day softly slurping and munching on each other. Mr. Anthony lost
count of how many orgasms Robin had, but he knows that it was a lot. They
even curl up on Mr. Anthony's couch and watch TV together for awhile with
Mr. Anthony thinking giddily to himself several times while they do,
"Saturday TV is so much more enjoyable with a naked 16-year-old curled up
next to you."
After one last fuck at about five o'clock, it's finally time for Mr.
Anthony's hot student to head for home.
"Well, I gotta get home, Teach," Robin says reluctantly, punctuating
her sentence with a couple of gentle sucks on Mr. Anthony's flaccid penis.
"I've got to shower and cook and all that crap," she adds, reluctantly
pulling herself away from him and moving over to where her clothes are
still piled up on the diningroom table.
"Well, you could just take a shower here," Mr. Anthony says with a
wide grin, and his student grins right back at him. Take a shower they do.
Mr. Anthony can't manage another erection, but he sure manages to do a
fine job of eating Robin's pussy in the shower while he scrubs her down.
She orgasms again before he finishes getting her clean, spasming on his
face as he kneels between her legs with the warm water running over their
bodies.
They finally get Robin dressed (with Mr. Anthony stopping her long
enough to kiss several important portions of her anatomy, of course,
including her well-satisfied and still-buzzing pussy).
"Thanks for the study session, Teach," Robin says with a grin as she
adjusts the straps on her bra.
"Sure, anytime," Mr. Anthony answers with a grin and leans over to
take one last slurp up Robin's pink slit before she pulls her panties on
and pulls down her dress.
"Mmmmm, Mr. A, you sure as hell know how to eat pussy," she purrs.
"So, I hope it'll be okay if we do this every Saturday or Sunday that my
folks work?" Robin asks with a devilish grin, knowing the answer to that
one well enough already. "As long as I'm careful about being seen, of
course?"
"Oh yeah, it'll be way more than okay, Honey," her teacher assures her
with a big grin as he hugs and kisses her once more before she leaves.
"Well, that is just dandy," she purrs, reaching down to cup Mr.
Anthony's dangling balls. "I'll just leave my leftovers here then for next
time," she adds, inclining her head toward the pile of unused condoms on
the table. "You just make sure you keep a couple in your briefcase in case
I need some, mmmm, emergency help after school one day."
"Sure thing Robin. They'll be right here waiting for you, and I'll
keep AT LEAST two in my briefcase," he answers with a grin. The two say
goodbye, and Robin slips out the door just as quickly and quietly as she
had slipped in 10 hours earlier after making a quick check out the
apartment's windows to make sure no one was watching the door.
After the 16-year-old dynamo is safely out the door and disappears
down the back stairs, Mr. Anthony collapses onto his couch with a sore
dick and a goofy, satisfied smile on his face, still unsure of what's he's
gotten himself into but damn glad that he has.
END PART 5 (FINAL) - "TEACHER'S AIDE II: ROBIN COMES CALLING" - FICTION BY
Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise (teacher/student(mf)/cons./
romantic/spanking) - fiction by D.A.P. The following work is entirely
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Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise
It's the end of a regular Friday at the local high school. In other
words, the place has been a zoo with the teenagers acting like the main
animal exhibits. Mr. Anthony is looking forward to the end of the last
teaching period of the day, period seven, not only because most of the
students in it are complete assholes or at least training to be but also
because it will get him that much closer to spending time with Robin
Varick, the luscious 16-year-old brunette sitting two desks from the front
of the row that's right in front of his desk. As usual, he isn't bothering
to try and teach the last 10 minutes of class on Friday and is quietly
grading papers while the animals scamper around the room.
Except, of course, for HIS Robin. He steals a glance at her every few
minutes and finds her working diligently on the homework assignment he
gave for over the weekend (that the others are supposed to be working on,
too). But, only Mr. Anthony and Robin know that her being a good student
is just part of the reason that she's trying so hard to finish before
school is out. It's a "regular" Friday for them, which means Robin's
parents are both working the next day. And, Mr. Anthony and Robin are both
thinking about spending all day Saturday (or at least eight or nine hours
of it anyway) with his dick or tongue crammed inside one of her sweet
holes.
Mr. Anthony's affair with his student Robin has been rolling merrily
along for over a month now. She comes over and fucks away the day every
Saturday or Sunday that her parents have to work, and, if they have the
weekend off, she comes by for some special "tutoring" late after school
one day during the week. Though they'd both love to be fucking constantly,
they've decided that it's best to keep it to one day a week so that it's
less likely they'll be discovered.
Following her regular pattern, after the bell rings and the others rush
out, Robin dallies until she's alone with Mr. Anthony. He watches every
wiggle and jiggle intently, a huge grin on his face, as she walks slowly
up to his desk, slips him a note and winks lecherously before she goes on
her way. After watching her ass sway seductively from side to side while
she walks out the door and disappears into the hallway, the teacher opens
and reads the note.
"8 a.m. (or SOONER!) and I have a surprise for you! Yours, R" is all it
says, but the brief note sets Mr. Anthony's mind to spinning happily,
wondering what the horny little teenager has in store for him.
*****
After another Friday night spent wishing it was already Saturday and
that Robin was already with him, Mr. Anthony hears the knock at his door
at 7:45 the next morning. She's early as always, the teacher thinks with a
grin as he scurries to open the door. He turns the knob and pulls it open
just wide enough for Robin to slide her curvaceous ass through (he has the
dimensions of that burned indelibly in his mind), and Robin steps quietly
inside just like always, with not a sound or movement that would draw
attention from someone outside.
But, a split second later, Mr. Anthony gets the shock of his life. His
young lover doesn't close the door quickly behind her like usual, but
instead holds it open for a moment longer, and Kris...Kristine Weltnick,
another of his 11th grade history students, slips inside the door to stand
beside Robin. The big grin on Mr. Anthony's face turns to an expression of
shock as he stares open-mouthed at the two young beauties. Kris closes the
door behind her, and the two of them smile and snicker quietly at the
expression on their teacher's face while he numbly locks the door out of
habit, without even realizing what he's doing.
"Well, aren't you even gonna say hello?" Robin says, and she and Kris
burst out in giggles at their thoroughly flabbergasted teacher.
"Hey, Mr. A," Kristine says sweetly after she gets her giggling under
control and then grins, and Mr. Anthony mumbles, "Hello," in response.
"I have to tell you, Mr. A," Robin begins as she starts taking her
clothes off right there in the middle of the floor, "I've been a bad
little girl again." And, once more, her teacher is shocked by how quickly
Robin can go from sounding like a mature young woman to a 10-year-old who
has been naughty and gotten caught.
"She sure has Mr. A!" Kris chimes in, and Mr. Anthony's mouth drops
open even wider when he sees the slender redhead reach up and begin
unbuttoning her shirt, too.
"A bad, bad little girl," Robin repeats. Now topless, but with her
short skirt still on, she grabs Mr. Anthony by the hand and pulls him
toward the couch. "Come on over here and sit with us so I can tell you all
about it." Her teacher is not yet capable of speech (or independent action
for that matter), so he allows himself to be led over and pulled down in
the middle of his couch. Robin slides close to him and sticks her tongue
in his ear after whispering, "Bad little girl," again. Mr. Anthony's
dick, which was already two-thirds erect, springs into total hardness as
her tongue caresses his earlobe and then sucks it between her gently
nibbling teeth.
"Yeah, Mr. A, she's been really, really bad," Kristine whispers into
his other ear, startling him rather badly. He had been so involved in what
Robin was doing to him and in squeezing her tits that he didn't even
notice the other 16-year-old sit down on the couch beside him. He turns
for a moment to look at her and sees that she's topless now, too, and his
eyes feast on her large, freckled breasts. Breasts that he's admired at
school many times through her clothing, but that he never thought he would
actually get to see naked.
"See, Mr. A, I'm still being bad," Robin whispers. "I've gone and
gotten that beautiful cock of yours all hard and swollen again." That
said, she reaches down to squeeze his penis through his pants which, of
course, gets the 32-year-old to focus immediately back on her.
"Mmmmm, let me feel that," Kris says, and reaches down to give her
teacher's cock a good, hard squeeze, too. "Mmmmm, that feels very nice,
Mr. A. Robin said you had a really nice cock." The redhead keeps rubbing
his cock through his pants and then leans over to begin sucking and
licking on his left ear. Chances are, Mr. Anthony thinks giddily to
himself as both teenage girls nibble and suck and kiss his ears while
rubbing his cock, if they keep this up for about 10 more seconds then I'm
either going to bust the seam in my pants or cum in them or both.
Luckily for him, in more ways than one, the girls don't wait that long.
"You know, Mr. A is always so nice to us," Kristine says, taking her
mouth away from his ear for a moment, but still fondling her teacher's
balls, "I think we ought to give him a two-girl blowjob before we make him
do anything else."
"Have you ever had a two girls suck your cock before, Mr. A?" she
whispers into his ear.
"Uh, well, ummmm, no, no, I haven't," he manages to sputter in
response.
"I think we should give him one, too," Robin answers her friend with a
smile. So, as the progressively more astounded teacher watches, Kris and
Robin slide down off the couch until they're kneeling on either side of
him on the floor. Between the two of them, they quickly and expertly
unfasten Mr. Anthony's pants and yank them off him. About one and a half
seconds after that, they have his underwear pulled down and off, allowing
his painfully hard cock to spring into the air.
"Oooooo, Robin, he DOES have a beautiful cock, just like you said!"
Kristine whispers to her friend.
"Uh huh! I told ya so!" Robin replies as the two girls carry on a
conversation about their teacher's penis as if he wasn't there. Mr.
Anthony begins to say something, but is brought up short, gasping for air,
when Kris leans forward and slurps about three or four inches of his dick
into her soft, warm mouth, and Robin simultaneously dives down and begins
sucking gently on one of his balls.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" is what the teacher finally manages to say.
"Mmmmmm, he's tasty, too!" Kristine says with a grin, after taking the
cock from her mouth for a moment. A moment is all the opening that Robin
needs, and she dives forward and slurps Mr. Anthony's cock into her mouth
before Kris can start sucking it again. The redhead pretends to look
perturbed for a moment, but then grins and contents herself with licking
up and down her teacher's shaft and sucking on his balls.
For his part, Mr. Anthony is going crazy with lust. He knows that it's
only going to take a few seconds of this before he blows his load all over
the two beautiful teenagers. As it turns out, it doesn't even take that
long after what Robin tells her teacher-lover next.
"Teach, there's something that I've got to tell you," she says in her
caught-doing-something-naughty-10-year-old voice after taking her mouth
off of his cock. Kristine quickly replaces Robin's mouth with her own, but
she sucks slowly and gently, not frantically like the two have been
sucking him, listening to what Robin is saying while she sucks and licks.
"Uh, er, yes, ummmm, okay, you had better, uh, tell me then," Mr.
Anthony finally manages to gasp out just before Kristine takes his cock
all the way to the back of her throat again.
*****End Part 1 - "Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise" - fiction
*****Part 2 - "Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise" - fiction by
D.A.P.
"Well, Mr. A., I've been really, really bad this time," the 16-year-old
continues. "I, uh, well, I sort of licked Krissy's pussy," she admits
timidly, making her teacher's cock throb sympathetically inside Kristine's
mouth.
"She sure did!" Kris chimes in, continuing to stroke her teacher's cock
with her hands. She picked the wrong moment to take her mouth off of Mr.
Anthony's prick, though. Robin's admission is just too much for older man
to handle. An image of Robin's naked body entwined with Kristine's flashes
through his mind for a split second, and he reacts by shooting a huge glob
of sperm from his cockhead.
"Oomph!" is all Mr. Anthony has to say about his orgasm or Robin's
admission at the moment.
The big white blob splatters right in the middle of Krissy's freckled
forehead, and the spell is broken as Robin and Kris both start giggling as
the thick, gooey jism runs between the redhead's eyes and on down the
bridge of her nose. The next glob of cum hits Kristine right between her
large boobs. Mr. Anthony knows that he doesn't give a damn about a broken
mood, though. That's because Kristine leans forward and slurps her
teacher's thick cockhead into her mouth just in time to catch and swallow
the next spurt of sperm.
Mr. Anthony can hardly believe his eyes as Robin leans forward and
begins licking and sucking the cum off of her friend's body, starting with
the blob splattered on her face and then moving downward to attack the
glob clinging to Kristine's chest. And, the cute brunette remains there
long after the cum is gone, sucking and nibbling at Krissy's small pink
nipples.
The redhead, for her part, just keeps on sucking on her teacher's
pecker, slowing the movements of her mouth and tongue as the stream of
jism gradually slows and then stops, and Mr. Anthony's cock begins going
soft in her mouth.
"Mmmmmm, he's delicious girl! You were right about that, too!" Kristine
tells her friend emphatically after giving the head of Mr. Anthony's cock
one last kiss and leaning back to give Robin easier access to her big,
freckled boobs and their tiny pink nipples.
"Uh huh!" Robin grunts around the nipple in her mouth, then gives it
one last tug and nibble with her teeth, making Kris giggle happily, and
sits back up beside the still dazed but drained and relaxed teacher.
"Mr. Anthony, I'm so sorry," Robin says suddenly, surprising the
teacher for a moment until he recalls what direction the conversation was
headed before he came. "I'm such a bad girl! You just saw me sucking
Krissy's nipples," she continues in her bad-little-girl voice, toward her
teacher. "I need spanking even more now than I did when we got here!"
"She sure does, Mr. A!" Kris adds helpfully, and reaches out her hand
to forcefully tweak one of Robin's nipples.
"Well, uh, er, then, I, uh, guess we'll just have to punish her
Kristine," Mr. Anthony agrees, finally having recovered enough from
spattering the redhead with sperm to actually speak coherently again. She
grins widely when she sees that her teacher is going to play along with
Robin's little fantasy again.
"Come on over to the table, you little bitch!" Kris commands after
getting to her feet, standing there by the couch with her hands on her
hips and her large, firm breasts pointing perkily right at Mr. Anthony's
face. "Come on over here so you can be spanked properly!" she orders, and
then reaches down to grab Robin's wrist and pulls her to her feet
forcefully. Mr. Anthony can't believe the show these two are putting on
for him (and for each other!). He knew now that this was a little "game"
the two of them had played long before he ever came into the picture. And,
the teacher was also happily surprised to find that his cock was already
showing signs of life again, twitching and rising a bit as if eager to get
inside one of the luscious young girls.
They moved over to the table; Mr. Anthony and Kristine walked while
Robin allowed the redhead to drag her by the wrist. Then, Kris roughly
pushed Robin facedown onto the tabletop. She lifted up her friend's short
skirt, baring Robin's naked behind for her teacher. No panties could be
seen anywhere - Robin's usual Saturday morning style of dress. Mr. Anthony
gasped in spite of himself as he viewed his lover's lush, firm behind
again with its pale, freckled flesh and smooth crack and voluptuous
curves.
"Here you go, Mr. A, give this little bitch the spanking she deserves!"
Kristine urges, and the teacher moves forward to complete his part in the
hot little sex play.
"Whack!" went the teacher's palm against the firm flesh of Robin's butt
cheek.
"Unghhhh! Owwww!" groaned the 16-year-old.
"Whack!" went Mr. Anthony's open palm against his lover's ass, except
that he left it against her hot, reddened butt for a moment this time,
grabbing and massaging the area of her ass that he had just slapped. That
only made Robin groan even louder.
Kristine busied herself by unfastening her skirt and letting it drop to
the floor. Mr. Anthony can't help but notice that the pretty redhead came
dressed like Robin - no underwear - and, after slapping Robin's freckled
ass once more, he took a moment to admire the bottom half of Krissy's
gorgeous body. Kris is skinny below her large boobs, probably weighing no
more than 115 pounds. Her flat belly ends in a thin, nearly transparent
covering of bright red pubic hair that does little to hide the lips of her
cunt. The teacher is pleased to see a shiny coating of moisture already on
those lush pink lips. Her legs are long and shapely, with just enough
flesh to not call them skinny. And, she has an incredibly tight, firm ass,
Mr. Anthony sees as she turns for a moment to strike Robin across her
other butt cheek and then slides one of her long, thin fingers into her
friend's juicy cunt. They're almost exact opposites in body type and all
that, Mr. Anthony thinks, but one is just as beautiful as the other as are
almost all teenage girls in some way.
"Ohhhh God! Oh yes! Spank me, Mr. A! Spank me, Krissy!" Robin wails as
Kristine's finger disappears into her twat. "Yes! Do me! I've been soooo
bad!" she continues breathlessly.
Evidently satisfied that Robin is worked up enough for the moment, Kris
slips her finger out of her snatch and turns her attention to Mr. Anthony
for a moment.
"Whack!" goes Mr. Anthony's hand again, and "Owwww!" cries Robin once
more. As he goes on spanking the brunette, the redhead skillfully moves to
unbutton and remove his shirt, stopping along the way to suck and bite at
his nipples and then plants a deep French kiss on his mouth. Then Kristine
drops to her knees and slurps the teacher's now fully erect penis into her
mouth, and it's his turn to gasp and moan and cry out, "Oh yes!" as she
sucks him deep into her soft, warm mouth.
"Okay, Mr. A, fuck her hard and fuck her good!" Kristine says, taking
the teacher's hard cock out of her mouth and looking up at him. "Stick
that big tasty dick right up her ass! That's what she needs!"
"Yes, please Mr. A, please stick it in my ass again!" Robin begs,
turning her head to look at him while she begs.
"Yes, yes, I will," Mr. Anthony replies breathlessly, and then slaps
his student one more time, hard, across her lovely cheeks. She groans and
wiggles her ass at him, begging and beckoning to him to shove his cock
inside her. There's not a thing he'd rather do, either. Mr. Anthony stands
up close behind Robin, and grabs one of her firm ass cheeks in each of his
hands, pulling and spreading them to bare her pretty pink butthole. He
moves forward until the fat head of his dick bumps into her back door, and
both student and teacher gasp together at the sensation.
"Please, Mr. A, shove it in me!" Robin cries plaintively as if she'll
literally die if she doesn't get his cock inside her that very second.
"You shut up you little bitch!" Kris says, turning her attention back
to her friend. "Mr. A will fuck you when he's good and ready and not
before!" By that point, Mr. Anthony had stopped paying a lot of attention
to the byplay between the two girls. He was concentrating on shoving his
dick into Robin's ass. "I know what! I'll give you something to do with
that mouth so you can't bother Mr. A while he fucks you!"
"Ungh! Ahhhh!" grunts Mr. Anthony as his vibrating cock pops inside
Robin's tight asshole, while Robin gasps and goes limp for a moment on the
tabletop. She recovers quickly, though, and is shortly wiggling her ass
against her teacher, silently urging him deeper inside her. By the time
Mr. Anthony gets the head of his dick inside Robin's ass, it's become
quite obvious how Kristine intends to keep Robin quiet.
While the teacher was shoving his cock into the brunette's ass, Kris
had crawled up onto the table with Robin. (Thank goodness for a sturdy
table, Mr. Anthony thought giddily to himself when he saw what she was up
to.) The teacher watches, utterly enthralled, while the redhead positioned
herself so that her juicy pink twat with it's nearly transparent covering
of red-orange hair was right under Robin's nose. And, Robin needs no new
orders from Krissy on what to do with it either.
Mr. Anthony slides another inch or two of his cock inside Robin's ass
as the beautiful teenager shoves her face between her friend's lush, pink
pussy lips! He has to stop and catch his breath, but eventually Mr.
Anthony is able to begin pistoning his dick in and out of Robin's
incredibly tight ass. He can hear her grunting in time to his strokes from
between Kristine's pussy lips. No matter how hard he fucks her, Robin
never takes her mouth from her friend's love hole, lapping and slurping
and munching her pussy in a way that makes it obvious that it's not the
first time she's done it.
The teacher is too caught up in what he's doing and seeing to say much
of anything while he buttfucks Robin, merely grunting incoherently from
time to time. Kris, though, maintains a steady babble of, "Eat my pussy!"
and "Yeah, suck my clit!" and "Eat me Robin!" the whole time her friend is
going down on her while she uses her own hands to press Robin's face even
tighter into her cunt and to pinch and tweak her own hard pink nipples.
The tightness of Robin's asshole, enough by itself to make Mr. Anthony
cum faster than usual, combined with the beautiful scene of lovemaking
going on in front of him, pretty much assures that the teacher will cum
quickly again. In fact, he goes longer than he dared hope he would, but
still not that long. He grunts once more, loudly, and begins filling his
student's ass with what feels like a gallon of sperm. Robin goes limp
again, with her face buried deep in Kristine's pussy, and then begins
jerking violently in a huge orgasm of her own.
*****End Part 2 - "Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise" - fiction
*****Part 3 - "Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise" - fiction by
D.A.P.
Her grunting increases in volume, but Robin manages to keep right on
eating Kris, albeit sporadically, until the redhead's body shakes with an
orgasm, too, a few minutes later. Mr. Anthony takes it all in with a
happily dazed expression on his face and his dick still buried deep in
Robin's ass and dripping out it's last few dribbles of jism. He's still
not quite sure if he can trust his own senses when they're telling him
that something this amazing is happening to him.
A few moments later, his cock becomes so limp that it slips, "Slurppp!"
from inside Robin's cum-dripping butthole, and Mr. Anthony flops down in
the diningroom chair beside her ass to watch the girls and catch his
breath. He leans over and gives his young lover a soft and loving kiss on
her right ass cheek. He's exhausted for the moment and assumes the girls
will be, too, but he's surprised and excited when Krissy gets down off the
table, moving like she's still a bit wobbly from her own orgasm, and comes
around behind Robin.
"Great fuck, Mr. A!" she says with a grin and leans over to give her
teacher a big kiss but soon turns her attention to Robin. The brunette is
sprawled limply over the table with her muscles still twitching a bit from
getting so thoroughly fucked. The teacher's mouth drops wide in shock
again as he watches the horny redhead kneel down, grab Robin's butt cheeks
and spread them wide. He hears Robin suck in a deep breath just as
Kristine leans forward and shoves the tip of her tongue into the
sperm-coated pink ring that Mr. Anthony's cock just came out of. The
teacher gasps right along with Robin as Kris gives her friend's ass a
thorough tongue-lashing, running it back and forth between there and her
hot, wet cunt, searching for every dribble and drop of cum that she can
find.
"Oh God! Yes!" is all Robin is able to gasp out to the sounds of her
friend's slurping noises.
"Oh my goodness!" Mr. Anthony says at nearly the same time, marveling
at the pure, raw sexiness of what he's watching.
And, Kristine doesn't stop tonguing her friend's ass and pussy until
Robin begins jerking and spasming in another huge orgasm. As the
brunette's body begins to jump and writhe, Kris reaches up and plugs her
asshole with her long middle finger and buries her tongue deep between her
pouty pussy lips and leaves both in place until her friend's orgasm runs
its course.
As he watches Kris gently tongue her friend down from her orgasm, Mr.
Anthony is astounded and rather proud to feel life starting to flow
through his overworked cock again. He looks down at it, unable to believe
what his own senses are telling him. But, it's true. What had been limp
and lifeless and tired minutes earlier was now rising and filling with
blood again, stimulated by the incredible show Kris and Robin were putting
on in front of him.
Kris finally gives Robin's tender little butt bud one last kiss and
helps her climb down off the table. Of course, Mr. Anthony doesn't have to
draw their attention to his half-erect cock. They notice it immediately!
And, being the good girls that they are, Robin and Kristine move to help
out as soon as they see it.
Both girls kneel down in front of where their teacher is seated and
begin the delightful job of getting him completely hard again, taking
turns sucking at his cock, licking his shaft and slurping on his balls. In
a few more minutes, they have a hard cock to play with again.
"Mr. A, would you please, PLEASE fuck Krissy now?" Robin pleads in her
little-girl voice after removing her teacher's dick from her mouth.
"Honey, I would LOVE to fuck Kris!" the older man answers emphatically,
and the three of them get up and head for the bedroom after they take
Robin's skirt off so that she's completely nude like the other two are.
Mr. Anthony lies down on his back, and Kristine, being the helpful
student that she is, is happy to put the condom Robin hands her from her
"stockpile" over her teacher's dick. After giving his cock several sweet,
soft kisses and a suck or two, of course. Then, the big-boobed redhead
climbs aboard his thick penis. Mr. Anthony soon discovers another contrast
between the two girls. Unlike Robin's sucking pink hole which is nearly as
tight as her asshole, Kristine's pussy is soft and wet and roomy inside,
like a big, warm glove that gently cradles his cock without locking on it
too tightly. In fact, the redhead has no trouble squatting all the way
down onto Mr. Anthony's pelvis, rubbing her slimy cunt lips against his
lower belly and burying all seven inches of his meat inside her.
Mr. Anthony thoroughly enjoys the soft, wet cocoon of Kristine's vagina
as it gently massages his cock. It's a very different sensation that
Robin's super-tight cunt, but just as pleasurable in its own way. As the
redhead begins to stroke her pussy up and down on his dick, Robin gets
into the act by crawling up and straddling her teacher's face. He happily
buries his tongue between her swollen, pouty cunt lips, and Kris leans
forward to bury her tongue in Robin's ass again, all the while pumping her
pussy up and down on her teacher's pecker without missing a single stroke.
"Now, uh, ahhh, you tell, ummm, us, ahhh, when you're about to, ahh,
cum, Teach!" Robin says, her voice commanding and not little-girlish
anymore even if it is a bit breathless. Mr. Anthony mumbles that he will
from inside her slathering cunt.
And, cum he does, after a far longer ride this time than his first two
orgasms. Being partially sated, a bit calmer and having his dick inside a
much looser hole this time, all combine to allow Mr. Anthony to give Kris
a long, slow ride on his cock, as all three of them build to climax
together. But, finally, that tell-tickle warns him that he's about to
empty his balls again, and he lets his two young lovers know just as he
was instructed.
Quick as a wink, both girls are off of him and working at his cock with
their mouths and hands. And, when he shoots his first glob of jism upward,
Robin is there to catch it with her mouth, and the two hungry youngsters
pass the spurting cock back and forth between them until the teacher is
drained completely dry again. Then, while Mr. Anthony watches in complete
and utter exhaustion, the two beautiful girls go to work cleaning every
drop and dribble that got onto their faces and chests and tits when they
were playing "pass-the-cock" with each other.
Showing a stamina and a horniness that Mr. Anthony finds hard to even
imagine in his current state, Kris and Robin get so into sucking on each
other's tits that they start making love right there on the bed beside
him! He watches, mesmerized and thoroughly impressed and finally, after
the two lovelies have been licking at each other for 10 or 15 minutes, he
gets up enough energy to join in. First, he joins Kristine in licking
Robin's slimy twat, and the two take turns working on her pussy and her
tits and mouth. Then, the threesome switches places, and Mr. Anthony and
Robin tongue-fuck Kristine. And then, Kris and Robin suck their teacher's
cock and balls.
By the time the three lovers run out of gas again, the girls have both
had another orgasm. Mr. Anthony's dick is just too tired to get hard again
this fast, but he doesn't seem to mind at all.
The three collapse into a happy but tired pile on the bed, licking and
caressing and kissing for awhile before breaking up for the day. Kristine,
though she hates leaving, has to be home about noon, and it's getting near
to time for her to leave. Robin and Mr. Anthony give her a proper
send-off, though, following her out to livingroom, and kissing and licking
and sucking nearly every square inch of her body at least once while she
goes through what turns out to be a long, slow and delicious process of
getting dressed and leaving.
"Well, Teach, how'd you like your surprise?" Robin asks with a giggle
as she yanks Mr. Anthony down on the bed on top of her after Kristine has
gone and the front door is safely locked and bolted again.
"What do you think?!" he replies with laugh and buries his face between
her budding boobs.
"Mmmmmm, I'm glad you liked it, or her, I mean," Robin whispers huskily
as her teacher sucks her right nipple between his teeth. "Now, Mr. A,
you've got the whole rest of the afternoon to show me how much."
*****End Part 3/Final - "Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise" -
fiction by D.A.P.
(Author's Note: Those who enjoyed the antics of Mr. Anthony, Robin and
Kristine in this story, may wish to check out "Teacher's Aide," parts 1-6,
and "Teacher's Aide II: Robin Comes Calling," parts 1-5, previously posted
on this newsgroup.)