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Choice (Mf, MF, cuckold, ped)
By John Beard (joemoose@altavista.com)
***
Sam idly surveyed his grade eight classroom, his mind on
other things. It wasn't supposed to be this way he
mused, ruefully. I'm only twenty-nine years old and I
shouldn't be impotent. Even Viagra hadn't done its job
and his doctor blamed the problem on anxiety-generated
adrenalin which was, he'd said, the enemy of erectiopns.
But Shelly still shouldn't be cheating on me. It just
makes it worse. She should be helping me. I feel like
people can see those cuckold horns on my head.
"Uh, Mr. Slade? Sir? Are you OK?"
Sam looked up, startled from his sad reverie. "Oh,
Sally. Sorry. I guess I was daydreaming. What can I do
for you?"
"Uh, Sir? Like? It's about my essay, Sir? You said you'd
help me?"
"Yeah, that's right, Sally. There were some things in it
that --well --that I don't think you want to write
about. Not for school, anyway." He looked at the cute,
petite youngster standing by his desk and he felt a
stirring in his groin. Damn! Guilt washed over him as he
fought the immoral thoughts that Sally and some of her
classmates aroused in him. He couldn't get it up for his
beautiful, buxom wife but these nubile nymphets gave him
an almost constant erection while in class. "But we
can't go over it here --not now --can you come back
after class?"
"Sure, Mr. Slade. Today?"
"Yeah --after four thirty, Sally." What was he thinking?
Why did the young, timid ones get to him while his
aggressive, demanding wife of four years left him limp
and unable to perform? "In my office."
The teacher reminded Sally of her Uncle Ben, the uncle
she had written about in her essay, -'My Special
Family'. Mr. Slade was bigger and better looking than
Uncle Ben but he was gentle and nice and she liked him a
lot. Lots more than that awful Miss Miller who yelled at
her and never said she did good work. Why did Mr. Slade
want to talk to her about her essay? She'd been very
careful to put in commas and capitals and all that
stuff.
*
Why was he such a wimp? He'd known what he'd find when
he went home at noon so why had he gone unless he was
prepared to do something about it? But, even though he'd
suspected that Shelly was cheating, it had been a shock
to actually see it.
Sam's underperforming organ stirred as, perversely, his
libido was activated by the memory of what he'd seen.
Rick Adams wasn't much to look at and he'd been
surprised that he was Shelly's choice. Maybe he was just
one of several? But the probable reason for choosing the
small, plain man became very evident when he dismounted
from the faithless wife's spread-eagled body and she
mounted him. Damn! The guy had almost ten inches. So the
answer was there. He was being long-cocked.
The schoolteacher hadn't been concerned about size until
today. His own endowment was more than seven inches, and
thick, too. He knew he was above average but he couldn't
compete with Adams' long appendage. Not if that was what
Shelly wanted. Sam felt nauseous but the nausea was a
mix of sickness at what he'd seen and a sort of obscene
excitement from watching his cheating spouse as she'd
ridden her lover.
He got some satisfaction though from the fact that it
hadn't lasted long enough for Shelly. She'd been
viciously biting in her commentary when Rick had gone
off before she was ready. Oh God! Another pang of nausea
shot through him. What if she'd got knocked up? He'd
seen the creamy dribble that escaped from her gaping
cunt when she'd got off. At least they could have used a
condom. Damn both of them to Hell.
*
His last class was finished at three so, as if to rub
salt into his cuckoldry wound, Sam had gone home to see
if Shelly was there. She wasn't and there was no
evidence of the lewd display he'd observed at noon.
Feeling sick with jealousy and anger he'd put on his
running shorts. After his young student finished her
office visit, he'd run until he was exhausted and maybe
that would help him get over the trauma of Shelly's
betrayal of their vows.
Sam heard the timid knock at the door and looked at his
watch. It would be Sally. God. Even her uncle was
getting it while he, himself, couldn't even get it up,
let alone, in. He got up from the desk and opened the
door, then closed it.
"Uh, I brought my essay, Mr. Slade. Was it? Like? Is
there stuff wrong with it? I really worked hard on it,
Sir."
"No, Sally, the grammar and punctuation are almost
perfect. It's just that -- well --what you've written is
sort of private? You know? Things you shouldn't tell
other people about?" Damn! Her uncle might be an
unprincipled lecher but Sam could understand why. The
girl was a beauty. Her small mouth had an indefinable
sexiness about it that was accentuated by the sultry
look in her heavy-lidded eyes. She just naturally looked
like she was asking for it. And, even though she was
petite, she was shapely. And the clothes she wore showed
off her cute, round little bum and the twin, outthrust
projections of her nicely developing bust.
"But Sir? I --like --you said we were s'posed to talk
about feelings and stuff. And Uncle Ben gives me real
good feelings. I didn't --like --use bad words or
nothin' like that?" I wonder if he has a little niece or
someone to teach stuff to? I bet he does a good job, if
he has someone.
"I know, Sally --it's just --like --you say in your
essay that it's a secret between you and your uncle --
but now it isn't a secret." True, she hadn't said
directly that he uncle had fucked her or that she'd
sucked his cock but it was easy to read all that between
the lines.
"Yeah, but you're my teacher. You're not gonna tell are
you?"
"Of course not, Sally. But? Maybe I misread what you
wrote? What did you mean when you wrote," and he took
the essay from her and quickly found the quote, "Uncle
Ben showed me with his hands how I could have fun by
myself like older girls?"
"Uh, like --he --you know, Mr. Slade. He played with
me."
"How, Sally? How did he play with you?" God! Was this
nubile, young creature as simple and na ve as she
seemed?
"Hee hee --you know --don'cha have a niece or someone
you hafta teach?"
"No, Sally, I don't. So you have to show me." What am I
thinking of? Even if she'll let me, I can't take
advantage of her naivet (C). "Show me exactly what he
did."
"Exactly? Like? Do you want me to get like I used to for
Uncle Ben?"
"Yes, Sally. That's probably the best way. How did you
get for your uncle?"
"Hee hee --I sat on his lap, Mr. Slade. Can I sit on
yours?" I wonder if he's going to get like Uncle Ben?
Maybe he's going to want me to do stuff for him, too?
The stirring in Sam's groin became more intense as the
cute teenager came behind the desk to where he sat and,
with a bit of a smile, clambered up onto his lap.
"It's not quite the same, Mr. Slade. When Uncle Ben
showed me I was ready for bed so I dint have much on. Do
you want me to --like --sorta undress?" I know he does.
I could feel him. He's hard there like Uncle Ben got. I
bet he wants to do the same stuff, too.
"Uh --I don't know, Sally? That may not be a good idea?"
"But I gotta, Sir, if I'm gonna show you what he done."
And without waiting for her teacher's OK, the petite
teen slid down off his knees and quickly took off all
her clothes. "Golly --it's cold in here, Mr. Slade. You
gotta hug me to keep me warm." And the naked, young girl
climbed back onto Sam's lap and snuggled close to him.
If there'd been a stirring in his groin before, now it
was a violent agitation. The feel of the girl's warm,
bare flesh against his thighs added to the visual appeal
of her petite, shapely, nude body. He could barely
restrain the impulse to cup one of her firm, conical
breasts or explore the fuzzy bulge below her little
belly.
"So, Sally --show me," the teacher said in a soft, lust-
choked voice.
"What did Uncle Ben do?"
"Hee hee," the youngster giggled nervously. "I think you
know," and she took his hand in hers and drew it down,
opening her legs to reveal the plump bulge of her young
vulva.
"Is this what he did?" and Sam gently pressed a finger
between the girl's soft cuntlips. She had a little crown
of black, curly hair on her mons and a straggling of
black hair haloing her plump pussy. He was surprised but
delighted to find, in the narrow crease, that young
Sally was wet, wet and slippery. She was sitting
sideways across his thighs and, as he probed the humid
slit, she spread her legs wider apart.
"Yeah --like that," the juvenile gasped when his finger
found the little bud of her clitoris. "That's what he
done!" She pulled his hand closer and began to hump her
pelvis against his finger. "It's better than when I do
it to myself."
Sam knew what to do and, for the moment, he forgot that
the girl he was fingering was so young, and one of his
students. His other hand covered the firm cone of her
left breast, feeling the way the hard nipple punched
into his palm and rubbing it in the same tempo as he
stroked her little clit.
"Yeah --hurry --yeah," his adolescent pupil gasped and
then her thighs clamped on his wrist and she wriggled
through an obvious orgasm.
"You came, didn't you, Sally?" The teacher stopped
titillating her clit and slowly rubbed his hand over her
soft, slippery quim.
"Yeah --thanks Mr. Slade --it was fab," and the
delightful youngster snuggled up to her teacher's chest.
"Was it fun for you, too? Uncle Ben useta say it was fun
--but he said it was more fun when I done him, too. Do
you want me to do you, Sir?"
"Uh --I don't think so, Sally?" Actually, the thought of
getting a handjob from the cute youngster sent a hot
thrill through his loins but Sam doubted he could
maintain his present throbbing erection and he didn't
want to embarrass himself in front of a thirteen-year-
old. "But tell me --show me --you wrote -'I like him
more than Aunt Lucy does because I swallow his cream and
she don't.' What do you mean?"
"Uh --you know --" and she squirmed on the hard lump in
her teacher's crotch. "He likes it when I --you know --
kiss it?"
"That's what I thought you meant, Sally. Do you always
swallow?" Sam could barely restrain his urge to force
the little girl's head down into his lap and get her to
wrap those soft lips around his cock.
"Yeah --'cept --like --lately he --you know -- he puts
it in here," and the little teen pushed out her hips and
pulled his hand harder against her cunt.
Sam sensed that his little student was getting hot again
and he was surprised that a girl as young as this could
be so easily aroused. And then he heard sounds outside
the door.
"Damn! I forgot. They're painting the classroom tonight,
Sally. We'll have to finish talking about your essay
tomorrow."
The young teen seemed as disappointed as the teacher but
she dressed quickly and Mr. Slade let her out the side
door of the adjoining classroom so the painters wouldn't
get ideas about what sort of teaching was taking place.
*
Maybe he'd been dreaming? Sam knew that what he'd seen
in his bedroom yesterday was real but he didn't want to
believe it. He spoke to Sally in the morning, wondering
if he'd imagined that, too.
"Hee hee. I bet those guys woulda been s'prised if they
seen me on your lap. Are you gonna --like --talk about
my story some more?"
"We should, Sally. I ought to explain some more about
what you can and can't write about. Same time today, OK?
It's Friday so I know there won't be any painters today.
*
He was a masochist. A weak, wimpy masochist. Why else
would he have come home again today, at noon?
The apartment that he and Shelly rented belonged to a
friend, a somewhat kinky friend. Along with its wall and
ceiling mirrors, the master bedroom had a small
adjoining hidden cubicle that their friend used to spy
on houseguests who would sometimes visit overnight. Not
even Shelly knew about it but Sam's friend had told him
about it late one night while they were finishing off a
bottle of scotch. And Sam had been there, waiting, when
his wife and her hugely endowed friend arrived at noon.
"Promise you'll never tell, Rick? I don't want to hurt
him." The statement made Sam feel even sicker as he
watched his big-titted spouse take of her clothes while
Rick Adams stood quietly beside the wide bed.
"It's our secret, baby. Damn, you have great tits," the
man said crudely as he stripped his own clothes off.
"Get down, Baby. On your knees."
Sam couldn't believe it. His bossy, arrogant wife
dropped obediently to her knees in front of the little
man and took his dangling, semi-erect tool in her hands,
leaning forward and engulfing the bulbous tip with her
soft-lipped mouth. He'd never been able to get her to
suck him, not even when she was drunk.
"That's the way, Baby. You're a natural born
cocksucker." And Sam watched from his little, hidden
cubicle as his wife obediently slavered over her lover's
huge dong, his own more modest organ swelling in
perverse response to his wife's perfidy.
"Don't cum, Rick. Not yet. Not in my mouth," the
kneeling woman said softly as she paused from her
submissive servicing.
"Tell me what you want, Bitch. Tell me!"
"I want you to fuck me. I want your big, hard cock in my
hungry cunt.
Fuck me, Rick! Fuck me now!"
"Get on the bed, Bitch! Lie down and spread your legs!"
Like a puppet, the woman climbed onto the bed and lay
back, opening her long legs wide as the man knelt over
her, between them.
"Damn! You feel good, Shelly," Sam's fellow teacher said
appreciatively as he buried his huge cock in the woman's
swollen snatch. "Love the way those big tits roll under
me."
"Oohhh God, Rick. You're in so deep --in where nobody's
ever been before," and Sam felt a sharp pang of jealousy
at his wife's admiring comment. More sad than angry, he
watched his wife being ploughed by the mammoth fucktool,
her legs rising to wrap around the man's hips as she
began to undulate in the way Sam knew so well. "Yeah --
hurry --yeah --love your big cock," she chanted. "Give
it to me!"
It was over, Sam mused, sickened by his wife's
treachery, knowing she'd never be his again. He still
wanted to fuck her. To feel her big-titted body under
him, but it would be like fucking a prostitute. No love.
Just sensation. He watched. The man was supporting his
upper body away from hers and, with each bruising
thrust, Shelly grunted and her big tits flopped loosely.
"Now, Baby. Go down on me!" Rick had suddenly pulled out
of Shelly's steamy twat and flopped over on his back. He
had his hands on her head, pulling her over above him,
forcing her down.
"Nah --Rick --not yet --didn't cum yet," the woman
protested but her mouth opened and she engulfed the
bulbous, purple knob with her lips. "Don't cum --not in
my mouf --don't." Her muffled protest sounded weak and
ineffectual and, as the man pushed her head down, she
surrendered to his demands.
Sam felt a certain mean satisfaction as the man fucked
up into his wife's unwilling maw. She was no longer
trying to pull away, however, her head bobbing, little
guttural grunts sounding from her when the long shaft
bumped the entrance of her throat. He heard the man's
moan of satisfaction and Shelly's choking gurgle that
confirmed the final betrayal as she let him discharge
his semen into her mouth.
"Rick --oh God --I never did that before," Shelly said
meekly as, after several wet, slurpy swallows, she
raised her head from the man's groin. A trickle of
creamy gism escaped her mouth as she whimpered, "Can
you? Like? Finish me, too?"
"Gotta go Baby --tomorrow, maybe. Damn, you're good!"
The man pulled on his clothes while his naked companion
sprawled on the bed, tears of frustration or something
trickling down her cheeks. "There won't be another time,
Rick. I never appreciated how good a man I have until
today. He'd never be as thoughtless as you."
"Hah! I bet that by tomorrow you're going to want to
have the big one again. Bitches like you need it."
Sam watched as the man left the bedroom and Shelly sat
weeping disconsolately on the edge of the bed. He waited
until his unfaithful and dispirited wife finally dressed
and went back to her library job. He took no joy from
her obvious unhappiness and, in fact, the erection he'd
grown while watching her being fucked remained
uncharacteristically hard until she was gone. With no
class in the afternoon, Sam showered and put on a pair
of lightweight jogging shorts and a t-shirt before
returning to his office.
*
By the time Sally knocked on his office door, ten
minutes or so earlier than the assigned time, Sam knew
what he was going to do. His balls ached from his
earlier unwilled arousal and it had been more than a
week since his last wet dream -" and more than three
months since his last successful coupling with Shelly.
No wonder she'd gone somewhere else for satisfaction.
But his pretty, thirteen year old student was not
innocent, despite her youth, and he had spent the
afternoon scheming about how he'd get her. The scheming,
as it turned out, was unnecessary.
"Didja like my essay OK, Mr. Slade? I mean --like --
'cept for the other stuff you gotta tell me 'bout?"
"Yes, Sally, you wrote a very good essay. The best in
the whole class," Sam lied. It was, in fact, quite well
written and she'd told him a lot without quite being
explicit. "But you're right. We have to talk about what
you wrote."
"Oh thank you, Mr. Slade," and the shapely, little teen
put her arms around her teacher's waist and hugged him.
"I'm glad you liked it." As she hugged the big man,
Sally felt warm all over from is compliment. He was so
nice, nicer even than Uncle Ben. She wanted to make him
happy, too.
"Now, Sally, one of the things you say that you probably
should leave out is where you wrote 'I swallow his cream
and she don't.' You started to tell me more the other
day but maybe now you can tell me everything."
"Uh --like --I --like --you know?" The girl looked even
cuter than usual as she blushed. "Like --I kiss him --
his --his cock. But I didn't write that. He said we had
to keep that part secret. But he said it was OK if --
like --if I said the words out loud when it was just us
to hear? Is it, Mr. Slade? I mean, like, is it OK if I
use words like --like cock when I tell you."
"Sure, Sally --say anything to me that you do to Uncle
Ben." Sam sat down in his chair then to hide his growing
erection. God. He was getting better. He'd had more
erections in the last two days than in the previous
three months. Of course it's an underaged girl and a
cheating wife that's causing them, he mused ruefully.
"Can I? Like? Can I sit on your lap while I tell you,
Mr. Slade?" Did he want her to do stuff for him, too?
Would that make him happy? Without waiting for an
answer, the thirteen-year-old climbed onto her teacher's
lap and felt right away the hard bulge in his crotch.
Yes. He would like it. He wanted her to do stuff.
"OK, Sally. Go ahead and tell me." Sam's hands were busy
right away, one up under her skirt, the other under her
blouse.
"Hee hee --you sure know how to make this fun for me --
can I make it fun for you, too, Mr. Slade?"
"Maybe you can pretend that I'm Uncle Ben --that way you
can show me what you were writing about."
The young teen squirmed her firm bottom against the hard
bulge and put her hands on the teacher's hands, moving
them, causing him to rub her hard nipples and her soft,
moistening pussy.
"Uncle Ben --like --he does what you're doing 'til he
makes me cum --like you made me cum yesterday --and then
--oh Sir. Oh yes. That feels good. Do it! Harder!"
It seemed to take no time at all to bring Sally to a
climax, confirming the indication yesterday that she was
unusually responsive. Her thighs clamped on his wrist
and she writhed and jerked through her juvenile climax.
"You make me feel real good, Mr. Slade," the little teen
sighed as her orgasm waned and she leaned back against
his chest. "I wanta make you feel real good, too." And
she slid off his lap to stand on shaky legs.
"You're a very pretty girl, Sally. I'd like it if you
took off your blouse --like you did yesterday."
"Hee hee --you gotta take something off, too, Mr.
Slade," and the little girl quickly pulled her blouse
off over her head and stood there wearing only her
short, little skirt.
No longer held down by the girl's bottom, sitting on it,
Sam's thick, 7-inch erection was tenting his loose
shorts. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband
and tugged the flimsy shorts down over his knees, baring
his swollen organ to the youngster's view.
"Golly, Mr. Slade! Oh Wow!" and Sam's juvenile pupil did
more for his ego than she could ever know when she
continued, "You sure got a big one, Sir. It's lots
bigger'n Uncle Ben's."
"You made it that way, Sally. You're a very sexy girl,
you know. Beautiful and sexy." God, what a gem. Sam
leaned back and looked lustfully at the youngster's
soft, red-lipped mouth, his balls aching painfully.
The little, dark-haired girl dropped to her knees
between his thighs and reached out to gently grasp the
upthrust shaft. "Wow! Can I just? Like? Can I just suck
your cock, Mr. Slade? 'Stead of --you know --'stead of
fucking you? I don't think I'm big enough yet --it
wouldn't fit inside me?"
"Oh God, Sally --yes --suck it Sally. Please suck it."
The teacher knew he wouldn't last a minute, whether he
was in her mouth or her little pussy. He just had to
have the pressure relieved.
With a skill that belied her years, the young girl
slipped her small hands up and down over the silken,
thickly veined skin of her teacher's staff. She felt
warm all over and she wanted to please him, to make him
happy. He was so nice to her. Leaning closer she put her
soft lips around the bulbous, purple knob, shuddering as
the smooth, slick bulb jerked hotly with the contact.
"Oh yes, Sally --you're so beautiful --so sexy," Sam
moaned with pleasure as the young girl slid her lips
lower around his throbbing tool. Your Uncle Ben is a
lucky man."
"Mmmph," Sally grunted, pleased by her teacher's praise.
She slid one hand under the loose-skinned sac; hefting
his heavy lust-eggs while her other hand was wrapped
around the thickness of his cock. Or at least, as far
around it as her little hand could go. The man's moans
of pleasure warmed her as her opened lips closed around
the end of his stiffened cock. He felt her tongue slide
under the head of it, her lips close more tightly around
it and the suction of her cheeks draw it deeply into her
mouth.
"Oohhh Gawwd, Sally --Oohhh yesss," The little grade
eight student seemed to know just what to do. Sam looked
down at her as she serviced him with a skill derived
from many similar sessions with her lecherous uncle. Her
tongue knew just where to go. He felt the pressure build
up and up and he grabbed her shoulders and held on
tight. Sweat rolled off his forehead and down his cheeks
and It felt like he was getting bigger each time the
young girl pulled on his throbbing cock.
Little Sally had only one thought in her mind. She was
going to please her kind, wonderful teacher. His hips
were writhing now, pushing up at her as her lips and
tongue slurped as much of the length of the rock-hard
shaft as she could handle. "Glangh" she gagged when the
thick knob bumped the entrance of her throat and,
drawing back from a deep mouthful, she licked and curled
her tongue lovingly around the tip as if I was a cherry
Popsicle. Then quickly her plush lips slid down the
shaft until another "Glangh" sounded from her cock-
stuffed maw.
Sam was there. He felt the burning heat in his groin and
he moaned in hot ecstasy. His young student looked up at
him as she felt the thick, mouth-filling shaft swell
even larger between her widely stretched lips, bucking
against the roof of her mouth.
"Mmm hmmm --mmm hmmm," she whimpered, wordlessly
inviting her teacher to cum in her mouth. "Mmm hmmm --
mmm hmmm," and she tugged gently at his heavy testicles
and squeezed and stroked his cock.
The schoolteacher's whole lower body was on fire as he
felt the long, thick pulses of hot sperm rocketing down
his bucking, jerking tool and into the precocious, young
girl's eager mouth. Sally felt it spurt and she drew him
in deeper as her teacher pumped more and more into her
and she swallowed hard, making small gurgling noises. As
each shot of sperm left, a bolt of pleasure grabbed and
pulled the man up towards the youngster's hotly sucking
mouth and she held on to the pulsing cock tightly with
her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard until he was
pumped completely dry.
"Oohhh Gawwd, Sally --I've never felt anything so
wonderful," Sam moaned as he slumped back while his
young student continued to suck on his cum-drained tool.
"You're a fabulous little girl, Sally. Fabulous."
"Oh Sir. Oh, Mr. Slade. I'm glad you liked it. You're so
good to me, Sir." The pretty, dark-haired girl looked up
at her teacher, a glob of unswallowed semen dripping
stringily from her loosely parted lips. "Was I really
good?"
"The best, Sally. But --like --what about you? Do you
want me to --to make you cum, too?"
"No --not now, Mr. Slade. I gotta go home. But --maybe -
-can we have another meeting tomorrow? You can --like --
finish goin' over my essay."
"But that's Saturday, Sally?"
"Yeah --I know --then I won't hafta hurry home."
By the time his pretty, sexy young student was dressed,
Sam felt as if he could go again but it was late. Sally
left with the understanding that tomorrow he would meet
her at the back door of the school and they'd come in to
his office and talk some more about her essay. Or
whatever.
Sam sat at his desk for almost an hour after Sally left.
His body was relaxed, completely drained by the young
girl's surprisingly skilful mouth. His mind, however,
was in turmoil. As much as he tried to remember only the
delightfully erotic image of his pretty, little
student's red lips wrapped around his cock, other images
intruded.
He kept seeing his wife, spread-eagled on their bed,
grunting, her big tits flopping loosely and her fat quim
swallowing the long cock plunging repeatedly into depths
of her body that he could never reach. And, too, he saw
her kneeling submissively as creamy gism drooled from
her slack-jawed mouth. Perversely, his thoroughly
drained organ swelled, incited as much by the images of
his treacherous wife as by his memory of his young
student.
*
"Hi, Honey. You're late? Did you have a hard day,
darling?"
Shelly greeted him with a cheery smile. She was wearing
a t-shirt and it was obvious that her big, soft breasts
were bare under it. They jiggled and swayed
provocatively as she came close and offered her mouth
for a kiss. Sam's lips brushed hers briefly. He
remembered vividly that those same lips had recently
been the cum-slimed receptacle for another man's lust.
He headed for the bar to get a drink.
"Please, dear --let me get it. Scotch?"
"Yeah --lots of ice." God, she hadn't offered to get him
a drink since the first year they were married, seven
years ago. She'd been a sweet wife, at first. But she'd
become progressively more demanding, more critical and,
above all, more domineering. And, despite the appeal of
her lush body, he had become more and more apprehensive
and timid about sex.
"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Shelly asked
as she brought him his drink and sat o the edge of his
reclining chair. "You're a pretty special guy, you know.
And I guess I've been sort of bitchy, haven't I?"
"It's OK, Shelly. I've given you lots to bitch about, I
guess." But not enough to justify what you've done.
Can't you see those horns on my head? The ones you gave
me yesterday and today. And God knows how many other
times. "It must be hard for you --like --me not being
able to --you know?" Why am I such a wimp? Why can't I
tell her what I saw and how it made me feel? Rick was
right when he called her a bitch and I bet she'll be
panting for his 10 inches again by tomorrow.
"It may be a lot my fault, darling?" Shelly's hand
dropped to his groin and Sam's penis seemed to shrivel
and try to retreat up inside. What was the matter with
him? Why couldn't he just grab her and lay her, right
here on the living room floor? Despite young Sally's
ministrations, he had that almost nauseous feeling of
desire in his belly.
"Maybe we can eat out tonight? A quiet dinner, some wine
and --well, we can see what develops. But it's OK,
darling --I just want to be with you --to make you
happy."
Sam couldn't believe his wife's behaviour that evening.
She was soft-spoken, solicitous and affectionate. And,
most surprising of all, she was meek, almost timid. But
there was no way he was going to have a wet deck. Or,
more accurately, a wet mouth. He couldn't bring himself
to kiss her, at least, not with his tongue. In bed, she
snuggled and cuddled but there was no aggression.
His usually limp organ swelled in appreciation of her
seemingly changed personality and, by the time she
slept, he had the best hard on he'd had, except with
young Sally, for many months. But the image of her in
this same bed with another man's cock ploughing her fat
furrow kept him from mounting her big-titted frame.
*
Was he crazy? My God, they could send him to jail for
what he did yesterday --and what he was planning to do
today. Sam was sitting on a bench beside the back door
of the school, waiting for the tempting, little
thirteen-year-old.
Saturday was a good day for what he planned. The school
would be vacant. The janitors cleaned on Friday night
and no self-respecting teacher was going to give up a
weekend day for anything short of catastrophe so he'd be
alone with the pretty, precocious youngster.
"Hi, Mr. Slade. Been waiting long?" Sally spoke cheerily
as she came around the corner.
"Just a few minutes, Sally. And you're early, anyway."
He couldn't take his eyes from the sight of the
attractive youngster. She was wearing a flimsy top that
didn't quite reach her midriff, leaving her belly with
its adorable navel bare.
He could see the dark outline of her aureoles through
the light fabric, which was poked out by her nipples.
Her skirt began well below her navel, a hip-hugger, and
ended at her upper thighs, so short that, even standing
as she was, he could see the edge of her pink panties.
He felt an ache in his groin.
"I guess I left my essay in your office yesterday. I was
kind of flustered when I left. Were you flustered too,
Mr. Slade," she asked, a cute, little grin playing at
the corner of her mouth.
"Yeah, I guess so," and Sam felt his face flush with
embarrassment and he turned away to unlock the door. He
was a kook. The girl followed him inside and down the
dark, windowless hallway to his dark, windowless office.
"Golly, that's sure bright," Sally exclaimed when he
turned on the overhead light. Then he turned on the desk
lamp and extinguished the ceiling light so they could
see without the glare.
"Was it? Like? My story --was it really the best in the
class?" She had picked her essay paper off the floor
beside the desk where it had fallen yesterday when she
was pleasing her teacher.
"Definitely, Sally." Sam sat down by the desk and Sally
stood in front of him, smiling. "But I have another
question about it."
"Uh huh --what's it about?" The pretty thirteen-year-old
shifted her weight from one foot to the other as if she
was anxious about something. And she was. She could
hardly wait until she took off her clothes to hear what
her teacher would say when he saw the change. Would he
be pleased? She sure hoped so. Uncle Ben liked it so Mr.
Slade should, too.
"First, come closer, Sally. Does you uncle ever kiss
you?"
"Yeah --sometimes. Do you wanta kiss me, Sir?" and as
she asked, she moved in between his legs and leaned
close.
For both of them, the kiss was special. For Sally
because her uncle had never really kissed her, not with
his tongue, and after she got over the initial shock,
her teacher's kiss made her all warm inside. For him,
the girl's obvious inexperience (with kissing, anyway)
gave him great delight. He truly enjoyed the way her
mouth opened, awkwardly at first, and the timid,
tentative way she brought her own hot, little tongue
into play.
"Now, Sally," Sam said softly as he broke off the
delightful kiss, "I want you to tell me what you meant
when you said in your essay, 'Uncle Ben gets me to
pretend I'm Aunt Lucy, sometimes. It makes me feel real
good to pretend I'm a grown up.'
"Hee hee --I guess you can tell I didn't mean that he
got me to clean house and stuff? But he only just
started getting me to pretend that last month." Sally
pushed her hips in at her teacher's groin and wriggled
them. "I think it's funny the way men get with girls --
like --I can feel you --your cock -- getting' bigger."
The unprincipled schoolteacher slipped his hands under
the girl's short skirt and caressed her firm, bulbous
bottom, holding her close against his burgeoning
erection. Damn! She sure was helping him get over his
impotence problem.
"So, Sally --what do you do for him?"
"I --like --I lie down and he gets on top of me and --
you know? He fucks me." Sally looked at her teacher with
a very serious expression on her face as she spoke. "But
Uncle Ben says I can't ever tell nobody that he does it.
You won't tell, will you Mr. Slade?"
"Of course not, Sally." Sam began to pull her panties
down and the girl suddenly backed away.
"Wait, Sir." And Sally pulled her flimsy top off over
her head and unfastened the waist of her skirt, letting
it drop in a heap around her ankles. Then she peeled off
her panties and stood, completely naked, before him. "Do
you see anything diff'rent, Mr. Slade? I mean --like --
do I look diff'rent?"
Sam studied the little beauty, noting how shapely her
legs were. Not skinny, like many girls of her age, but
full and curving with thighs that sort of bulged at the
top. Her breasts were small and hard and her aureoles
were conical, projecting out from her modest tit-hills,
her nipples adding an extra inch or so to the little
peaks.
"My God, Sally? You shaved!" the schoolteacher exclaimed
with surprise when he realized that the little, dark
bush was gone from her mons. Standing as she was with
her legs parted, he could see the beginning of the
cuntal slit that bisected her plump, smooth vulva.
"Hee hee --do you like it? Uncle Ben gets me to do that
--'cept at first I didn't have to coz I didn't have no
hair there."
"Oh God, Sally --I? I don't know?" but he did know. The
sight of the small girl's now hairless quim combined
with the memory of how she'd sucked his cock was
incredibly erotic. He reached out to cup the soft,
smooth nest between the young girl's compliantly parted
thighs.
"Hee hee," Sally giggled again and she pushed her pelvis
forward against the man's teasing fingers. "Uncle Ben
says he likes me bein' smooth like this. Why is that,
Mr. Slade?" The precocious youngster could tell that her
teacher liked it, even if he didn't say so, and she
wriggled with satisfaction because she was pleasing him.
Without another word, Sam stood and picked the little
teen up off the floor, placing her on his desk. The
dark-haired youngster looked at her teacher quizzically
but she lay back compliantly on the desk top as he moved
between her legs, pushing them wider apart.
"Whah? What are you doing?" Sally asked in a quavering
voice when the man dropped to his knees, sliding his
hands under her bottom and pulling her closer to the
edge of the desk as he insinuated his shoulders under
her loosely spread legs.
"I want to kiss your smooth, sweet pussy, Sally." And
she raised her head, trying to see what he was doing.
"Doesn't your uncle do this?"
"Huh! Nuh! No," the young girl gasped as she felt his
hot breath on her adolescent sex. "Oh Mr. Slade!" Sally
exclaimed as her teacher licked slowly along the edge of
her clean-shaven twat. "Oohhh Sirrr!" All she could see
was the top of the man's head but the feelings were
exquisite, far more exciting than when his fingers had
touched her there.
Sam savoured the slightly soapy smell of the girl's
pussy as he teased the sensitive flesh. Her smooth labia
were like the two halves of a slit hotdog roll and, as
he continued to lick slowly along the edges, he could
feel the muscles in her bulbous bottom tense and flex.
"Hannh --Sirrr!" the youngster cried out when he thrust
his tongue into the slit and her labia parted easily,
opening the way to her soft pink canal and her clitoris,
which was already engorged and jutting out from
underneath its little hood. He pressed his tongue slowly
inside her, parting her inner lips and applying pressure
just below her clitoris.
A low moan escaped from Sally's other lips and her hands
gripped the edge of the desk like she was afraid she'd
fall off. Sam made a series of long, hard licks all the
way up and down, then faster probes into that slight
recession beneath her clitoris. His young student was
moaning now, constantly and quietly, but as he brought
his entire tongue in a long, slow brush over her
clitoris for the first time, she cried out and tightened
her grip on the desk. He began flicking his tongue
quickly back and forth, and licking in little circles
all around it.
"Oohhh!" the thirteen-year-old cried out when he
thrummed his tongue on the little, pearly bud and then
fastened his lips on its slick hardness. "Oohhh yesss
Mr. Slade!" she gasped, breathlessly. Sally was panting
hard, her mouth wide open and her eyes sort of glazed
over, completely in another world of pleasurable
sensations.
He penetrated her vaginal mouth with the tip of his
tongue and felt it squeeze and contract. Jabbing his
tongue in and out of her repeatedly and listening to her
moans growing ever louder, the teacher knew that his
adolescent pupil was on the edge of orgasm. The feel of
her slick, soft inner flesh rubbing against the surface
of his tongue, the sweet smell and taste of her musky
juices and her increasingly frantic cries .of pleasure
were building to a mighty crescendo. He cupped her ass
more firmly and pulled her clitoris into his mouth,
sucking on it like a nipple while flicking his tongue
across it.
"Haannhhh --Aaannhhh," the young girl cried out loudly
and her thighs clamped tight around her teacher's head
as her hips jittered and jerked through her climax. Wave
after wave of pleasure hit her. Her whole body spasmed
with each wave and the hot-blooded adolescent closed her
eyes and rode it. Totally engrossed in ecstasy, it went
on forever, the most powerful thing she had ever felt.
"Mr. Slade --Oohhh Sirrr --" Sally sighed as the turmoil
in her juvenile loins quietened. "That was fab."
The little teen's excitement had been contagious and Sam
balls felt big and heavy, aching for release. He picked
her limply quivering body up from the desk and laid her
down on the large, soft bear rug that he'd brought to
his office to cover the worn school carpet.
"Sir? Mr. Slade?" Sally asked meekly as her teacher took
off his shorts and bared his thick, seven-inch organ.
"Are you gonna? Like? Do it to me? Fuck me?"
"You've done it before, haven't you?" Sam asked as he
knelt between her shapely, loosely splayed legs. "Your
uncle fucked you, didn't he?"
"Yeah --a few times, Sir. But? Like? You're bigger? I'm
kinda scared?"
"It will be OK, Sally. I'll be gentle." Damn! The cute,
little minx didn't know how wonderful she made him feel
with her apprehensive comment. At least she wouldn't be
comparing him with the 10 inches that Shelly had so
willingly taken. He lowered his hips, guiding his
thickly throbbing tool to her wet, swollen slit.
"Are you sure it's OK, Mr. Slade?" The young girl raised
her head to look down to where her teacher's long, thick
cock was poised threateningly just above her swollen,
hairless slit. "Are you sure it'll fit inside me?"
"Sure it will, Sally. Don't worry. You can take lots
bigger than me." He rubbed the slick, bulbous knob
between her labia, which gaped, open now after the
stimulation from his tongue. "Some day you'll probably
have a baby come out of there --and that's lots bigger
than this."
"OK, Sir. But be careful. Uncle Ben hurt me the first
time he done it." And the little teen relaxed slightly,
a hot thrill surging through her juvenile loins when her
teacher's tool pushed against her clit.
Anxious though he was to have this young beauty's hot
fuckwell enclosing his hungry cock, Sam used it to tease
and titillate her tender, sensitive cuntflesh. He sensed
the girl's growing excitement as her breathing quickened
and her hips began a responsive tic and jerk. He
directed the thick knob to the wet heat of her portal
and began to push in.
Sally's opening, even though she wasn't a virgin, was
small and tight around the head of his penis. Her cunt
was hot, and her tension just stimulated him further. He
pushed further up into the little teen and her elastic
passage got even tighter.
What would it be like to get a cherry? He'd never had
one and he felt disappointed that Sally had already been
deflowered. But he'd never been in a girl as young as
she before and the thought of having this delightful
youngster's hot, little cunt surrounding him excited him
beyond reason. He looked down lustfully at her bulging,
clean-shaven sex and, holding her shapely hips firmly,
he prepared to savour this new delight.
Sally's breath caught in her throat as she felt the
distending pressure and she strained her short legs
wider apart. Raising her head again, she looked at her
teacher's hugely threatening organ and tried to imagine
how she would expand to take it all. It looked to her
innocent eyes as if he'd go right up into her belly if
he put it all inside, but she lay docile and timid, a
curious hunger in her loins.
The schoolteacher could wait no longer as he allowed his
erection to surge up into her adolescent slit.
"Heeeaannhhh!" Sally whined as the big man jammed his
penis into her. Her pelvis rotated downward, and her
hands went to his waist, instinctively trying to push
him off of her, but the 90 pound 13- year old was no
match for the 200 plus, 6-foot man. Her hands pushed at
him uselessly but could not prevent him from stuffing
her hairless cunt with his cock. She felt his full
weight hit her as his hips slammed her into the carpet.
Sally's kind, gentle teacher had become, suddenly, a
relentless plunderer of her adolescent body.
Sam was ecstatic. The girl's sheath clasped him with a
burning, cock-skinning tightness as he plunged into her.
His cocktip bumped against the hardness of her cervix
but his thrusting tool mercilessly pushed past it until
he was imbedded to the root of his cock in her
fantastic, hot young fuckwell. He came down with all his
weight on her small, cock-skewered frame and, for a
brief moment, was motionless.
The little teen was crushed by her teacher's heavy
weight but she was unaware of it. She whimpered softly,
her face pressed into his hairy chest, but all she was
aware of was the maelstrom of sensations that engulfed
her adolescent loins. It wasn't pain, not exactly. It
was a feeling of pressure, an intense, incredible
pressure that made her feel like she was going to be
split asunder by the man's mammoth pole. However, during
the brief period that his heavy weight covered her, the
pressure seemed to lessen, leaving a feeling of fullness
that was strangely satisfying.
Regaining his sanity somewhat, Sam raised his upper body
from his lovely, young prey and slipped a hand between
their closely meshed bodies. He pulled about half of his
cock out of the hot passage and began to massage her
hard, little clit.
"Are you OK, Sally? Did I hurt you?" he asked in a soft,
solicitous voice. "I'm sorry --you're so lovely --so
wonderful --I lost control."
"Yeh --no --I guess so, Mr. Slade. You're so big --so
big in me --it kinda scared me." She raised her head to
look down at the source of sensation and, when he moved
his hand out of the way, she reached down timidly to
feel his thick cock with her fingers, feel it entering
her hairless slit, and feel his rigid tool filling her
smooth flesh. His penis felt huge where it entered her
small body and she marvelled proudly that she was
accommodating it without real pain.
Sam studied the young beauty lying beneath him, her dark
hair framing her pretty face, her red lips slightly
parted, as she looked first at where she was joined to
the big man, then submissively up at his face. A feeling
of shame and guilt washed over him as the enormous
immorality of what he was doing pierced his conscience.
Then Sally's cock-stuffed, young body shuddered and her
tight, soft-fleshed sheath involuntarily massaged his
tool, washing away his shame and guilt in a flood of
licentious craving.
Slowly, Sam pushed deeper again into the girl's vise-
like passage, feeling his cock once again bumping her
cervix and watching the young girl's face for signs of
discomfort. Her pretty mouth formed a red circle when
her bottomed out and then, as he slowly withdrew, she
uttered a whimpering as her lips twisted in a sexy
grimace.
"Are you OK, Sally? Am I hurting you?"
"Nah --No, Mr. Slade. It feels --Aahhh --it's OK."
Sam began then to fuck his little 13-year-old student.
Her tight passage clung to his cock so tightly that, at
first, her pelvis was pulled up with his withdrawal, the
pink, inner vaginal flesh extruding around the thickly
veined fucktool, then rolling inward when he pushed back
in and her lush bottom was pressed firmly to the floor.
His fleeting conscience pangs had taken the edge off his
lust and he was able to take time to savour the obscene
delight of possessing this enchanting youngster.
Sally had her head raised so that she could continue to
watch what was happening to her little body. The penis
thrusting slowly inside her was so large that she could
feel how it pushed up into her vagina and distended her
when it hit her cervix.
"It's... It's... BIG! I feel it way up in me," she
exclaimed softly, marvelling that she was taking her
teacher's long, thick cock all the way up into her body.
Then, as the big man shifted higher over her, the hard
shaft began to slide over her pulsating clitoris,
sending hot thrills surging through her juvenile loins.
A burning hunger suffused her lower body and the hot-
blooded teenager instinctively tilted her hips, seeking
a release from her libidinous need.
The unprincipled schoolteacher sensed, then felt his
young student's response. He increased the tempo of his
thrusts as her short, plump legs rose to clasp his hips.
The firm-fleshed girl began to quiver with her building
orgasm. He watched her small breasts rise and fall as
her breathing became more rapid. He saw the flush start
in her neck and work down into her chest. He saw felt
her knees moving in and out slightly with each stroke of
his cock in her hotly clinging pussy and he felt the
beginning of his own climax.
All Sally's concentration was now on the cock-filled
area between her legs. She started to move her bottom in
rhythm with her teacher's strokes, instinctively
grinding her pelvis against his hard fucktool to
stimulate her throbbing cum-trigger. Suddenly, the
teenager's world went pure white. The orgasm hit her.
Her body went totally rigid, her small arms wrapped
around the man in a vise like grip, her short legs
thrust straight out on either side of her teacher's
plunging hips and she uttered a soft wail of release.
"Haannhhh --aahhnnnhhhh," Sally's breath exploded in
long, whimpering sighs of completion as her nubile frame
was wracked by a succession of hot waves and she jerked
spasmodically around the impaling cock-stake. Her nails
raked her teacher's back and her arms fell loosely to
her sides.
Sam felt it all. Her hot, juicy vagina, which was tight
before, became a massaging vise, the little muscles
alternately pushing and sucking the giant member insider
her. Her stomach muscles spasmed, pushing down on her
uterus and cervix, massaging the head of the penis that
was rammed up hard against them. He had never felt such
action in his wife's or any other's receptacle and he
stiffened as his own explosion began.
The feel of this little, 13-year-old sexpot sucking his
huge cock with her tight, hairless pussy sent him over
the edge. His cock, already huge in the little teenager,
swelled and filled her to the limit. His hot white cum
blasted from the tip and up into her spasming sheaths as
he ground his coarse pubic hair against the smooth lips
of her clean-shaven pussy. He felt the wetness as he
filled her young body with his semen and exulted with
obscene, lecherous pleasure as he saw the girl fall back
beneath him, sated.
Sally felt Mr. Slade's cock expand in her and, through
her own convulsions, she felt him jerk against her. She
felt the hot sperm explode into her tortured passage as
he bucked his body into hers with short, fierce thrusts.
Feeling the immense cock inside her expand intensified
her own orgasm and she lay there in blissful completion.
Sam continued to fuck his little pupil, pumping the last
of his gism into her. His cock tingled in the grip of
her tight cunt. The spasms in her little pussy slowly
faded away as her orgasm waned and she too came back to
the real world.
As he looked down at the girl lying open beneath him,
her heavy-lidded eyes staring blankly up at him, Sam was
filled with post-coital remorse. What had he done? My
God! He was no better than a pedophile. He had seduced
this ingenuous youngster, this schoolgirl who had
trusted her teacher.
"Oh Wow, Mr. Slade," the girl murmured breathlessly. "I
never --like --got so hot." And she smiled prettily, not
at all like a ravished victim. "Uncle Ben never --like -
-never did it in me --he always used a condom." Her face
clouded over with an expression of concern. "He said --
like --he said it could make me have a baby, Mr. Slade?
You didn't, did you? Make me pregnant?"
"No, Sally. You'll be OK," Sam replied with more
confidence than he felt. God. What if he'd knocked her
up?" He pulled out of her snugly clasping passage, a
little gurgle sounding wetly from it as he vacated the
cum-flooded channel, a dribble of creamy semen trickling
from the hairless crevice and confirming the reason for
concern. "Did you like it?"
"Oh yeah, Mr. Slade. It was fab. But we better use a
condom, next time."
There would never be a next time, Sam thought, as he
helped the cute youngster to her feet. It had been a
mind-blowing experience but he somehow longed for the
comfortable, mature fullness of his wife's buxom body.
And then he felt sick with disappointment as he
remembered his wife servicing that big-cocked bastard,
Rick Adams.
*
Why had she done it? How could she make up for it?
Shelly lay silently beside her sleeping husband. She
hadn't been fair to him. For six years he'd given her
all the sex she wanted, maybe even more than she wanted.
It was only in the last year that she'd felt like she
was being short-changed. Was it her fault?
It seemed to begin about the time she became friends
with Ellen and had taken to heart the feminist's claim
that women were oppressed. Since then Shelly had made
sure that she got equal treatment, or better, and she
demanded that Sam did his share of work. Of course he
probably always had but she kind of liked bossing him
around. He never fought back but the frequency of their
lovemaking got less and less and then he began having
problems.
That afternoon he'd had another appointment with his
doctor. What would Doctor Riley have said if he'd told
him that he had no problem getting it up and keeping it
up with a 13-year old? When Sam told him, more or less
truthfully that he couldn't get it up for his wife, the
doctor had given him a prescription and a box of
hypodermic needles.
"Fill it to the 5 and that should keep you hard for two
hours. If it's longer, take one of these pills. If it's
less than you want, next time fill it to 6 or 7. And
don't use it more than every second day. Good luck,
Sam."
He'd been rock-hard for a bit more than the two hours
suggested by the doctor. And, right away, he'd felt a
great tingling in his tool. Even though he'd been
drained after his but with the little teenager, only two
hours earlier, he was more than ready to go again. But
he hadn't. And now he was lying awake beside his
faithless spouse.
His limp cock burned, sore from being so tightly
compressed by Sally's 13-year-old cunt. It was great but
he could never do that again. It was wrong. And,
especially, it was dangerous. He could go to jail for
it. He wasn't as long as her lover but Sam wondered how
she'd react to two hours of continuous banging. Not
tonight but maybe tomorrow, he'd find out. Somehow he
wanted to make her regret her obscene dalliance.
Will Shelly really change? Should she? Will Sam remain
married to her. Should he? Will he prey on young Sally's
classmates? Should he? What do you think?
joemoose@altavista.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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