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Teacher's Pet
by Y.G. HEN (yodgimelhen-1@yahoo.com)

***

This story was inspired by Jenny Wanshell's "BOY 
MAGNETS" and is written as an homage to her. It 
describes the mirror image of that situation, namely a 
male teacher and a girl-student. (M/f-teen, ped, rom, 
affair)

***

You can find Jenny Wanshel's stories at this location:
http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/Jenny_Wanshel/

***

Jenny's story is indeed superb. It's so realistic, and 
you see the lust gradually built up-until the sex 
between the teacher and her pupil seems to you a 
natural consequence –and then it hits you: He is only 
13 years old – as Jenny keeps on reminding. 

Fuck, there are cases, you know from the media-but they 
are very rare. The reverse, the mirror image, speaking 
from the genders' point of view, is rather common. But 
how would you react to it? 

Inspired by Jenny's story I've attempted to describe 
such more common situation.

I know it's only an adult fantasy, written to entertain 
adult persons and NEVER to be attempted in real life. 
but still, after reading the following story, what do 
you think of Jeff?

I don't know how I fell into this trap. Not that I 
haven't been forewarned. I have met with many crushes 
of my teenager students, and many attempts of 
"seduction" from them, and I always reminded to myself: 
"You are walking on thin ice, beware!" and here with 
this young child, barely a girl, I fell! Well, it 
happened like this:

June was just a regular seventh grader, cute in an non-
offensive way. She had just began getting rounded hips 
and soft where a girl should be, her tits grew to small 
softball size. She had a pretty face with very light 
skin framed, surprisingly, along with a brown hair, big 
green eyes and, most noticeable, very luscious, almost 
red lips, but she was nothing special. Certainly not 
for me. 

I, Jefferson Hen, was, and for the time being still am, 
a biology and geography teacher in a junior highX in X 
town. I am quite good looking, 6'1", with raven black 
hair and eyes-yes and I am an afro-asian. I've had many 
lovers, some of them serious and other just fleeting 
romances, and had quite active love life. So I have 
hardly noticed June.

She was attending my fourth period in a biology lesson, 
and usually choose to sit at the front desk gazing at 
me and day-dreaming. Yes, she had developed a crush on 
me but this was by no means unusual, and she would 
outgrow it eventually-or so I've thought. Anyway, I did 
feel responsible so I've kept an eye on her, jolting 
her from time to time from her day dreaming back to the 
realities of the lesson at hand. 

That fateful Tuesday I recall, she came attired in a 
short cheer-leaders' miniskirt. This was absolutely 
against the strict dressing code of our school, and I 
reprimanded her severely. June just mumbled an 
explanation that she came dressed for the cheerleaders' 
training periods 'following my class, and sat skulking 
in her place., Having warned her that this was the last 
time, etc. etc. I let go. Actually I thought her 
pouting lips quite cute-and that was the first time I 
have noticed her, I mean as a "girl" –"they have no 
gender. They are a gender to itself –Students" as old 
Kingsley had said. During the lecture, as was my habit, 
I have glanced at her to make sure that she is 
listening, and here began my downfall. 

I had noticed that she was still pouting and have 
thought how nice her lips were, when I have noticed 
under her desk her slightly spread thighs. Her mini 
skirt having climbed up her thighs, her pink panties 
were exposed and pressed against her crotch. The 
darker, almost red cloth in her crotch had accentuated 
the puffed lips of her vagina, reddish and pouting, 
almost the copy of her mouth! 

I gasped, flushed and stammered in my speech. I averted 
quickly my eyes, but I have already felt a stirring in 
my loins. As I continued with my lecture, her 
beautiful, pouting lips kept appearing in my vision, 
reminding me. I couldn't help sending furtive glances 
to her exposed crotch. Her vaginal lips turned darker 
red each time, and I suddenly realized that they were 
darker because of a dark, wet stain that was spreading 
in her crotch. 

The stirring in my loins turned into a distinct hard 
on. I couldn't make it soft –the image of her wet 
vagina kept jumping to my eyes every time that I saw 
her lips. I was forced to sit behind my desk in order 
to hide it from view, but June, the vixen must have 
observed. Well, she had a direct view at my crotch even 
under the desk! She fluttered her eyes at me, and 
smiled. 

My face was burning and I’m sure I have turned a 
beautiful crimson. I stammered on with my lecture but I 
couldn't help it, I had to see this amazing sight 
again. I sent a furtive glance, yes, once more, and to 
my relief she has closed her thighs. Now she had them 
pressed together, her legs crossed-O My God, she, she 
can't be. I averted my look to her face, and yes she 
was all flushed, her eye lids were fluttering! She had 
been masturbating, and now she was having an orgasm 
right here in class! 

My hard-on grew enormously. I chocked, I stammered, and 
I don't really know how I managed to bring the lecture 
to its end. When I have dismissed class, the vixen was 
one of the last to leave. I have remained behind my 
desk, hiding my enormous woody, and she went to my desk 
stooping to me with a button or two in her shirt open 
she said : "thank you for a most enticing lecture!" and 
left wiggling her pretty ass away. 

That night I had a wet dream about June. In my dream I 
was kissing June on her sweet, soft lips, my tongue 
entering her mouth, and then it suddenly turned to be 
her cunt-wet hot and not less sweet. and her luscious 
lips closed on my stiff cock, sucking me into her 
mouth, and I came. 

I hadn't had a wet dream eons of time-no need to, I 
have always had enough action to take care of my sexual 
desires, and now this. The feeling was very vivid even 
in the morning, when I have recalled this dream-so 
strong that I had to jerk off, I have been afraid to go 
to school unsatisfied like this. My God, here I was, 
having a fantasy on a seventh grade kid! 

That's morning wanking notwithstanding, I was tense 
towards meeting June in class. Over lunch my friend and 
tutor Clark noticed it and asked: "I see that you are 
dressed to kill –a sports shirt and these skin pants 
and the aftershave, who's the lucky woman?" "No woman," 
I said. "A girl," and I confided in him and told him 
all about June and my wet dream. Clark was shocked." 
Are you out of your mind? Do you want to go to jail? 
Put an end to it immediately!"

"I know, I know, I just can't keep her out of my mind," 
I said.

"Remember old Kingsley's words: "The best would be if 
you didn't notice their gender at all, because they 
have no gender. They are a gender to itself –Students." 

As if I needed reminding. Kingsley's words kept ringing 
in my head all day.

"Of course, you wouldn't be the first, nor. I'm afraid 
the last." added Clark. "I have heard about at least 
five teachers here in our school, and one of them a 
female teacher too! and they somehow hushed things up, 
at least in most cases. But I've never heard of one in 
the seventh grade yet-they are such kids!" 

"God, I know! I'm hating myself, but her lips... they 
keep taunting me," I said 

"I see that you are caught, swallowed it all hook line 
and sinker. You are doomed my friend... At least keep 
your dick in these tight trousers, do you hear! And for 
heaven's sake don't forget to take a condom in any 
case. You know, a pregnancy you just can't hush up!!" 

I left for my class room, intending to keep Clark's 
advice. Luckily June was reasonably attired, wearing 
jeans and a pink childish blouse with round lapels. My 
attire had clearly affected her, though. She was 
sitting there, in front of me, her beautiful lips half 
open, licking them from time to time. My erection was 
painful and I have really feared that it would burst 
the zipper in my pants. 

I had to give the whole lecture hiding it behind my 
desk-and it didn't go down. June keeping crossing and 
uncrossing her thighs with a dark stain spreading in 
her crotch didn't help too. When I have dismissed 
class, June came to me, all crimson, looking bashfully 
at my bulge, and complimented me on my attire. I guess 
I was as red as she was. I stammered some thanks, but 
the words stuck in my parched throat, and I asked her 
about the assignment to the science fair-would she 
consider doing one in biology and would she want my 
assistance with it? June blushed again and answered: 
"Sure ".

" She wasn't enthusiastic about it," I thought. "Maybe 
you'd better drop all this," but the dice had been 
rolled. 

That night I have dreamed about June again. This time I 
had fucked her. My dick entered her expecting, wet 
vagina slowly being engulfed by the soft lips. How can 
I describe the feeling? I had not known before that 
heaven was wet and hot. In my dream I kept heaving into 
her on and on and on, until fulfillment, and she was 
writhing in ecstasy under me. 

Not without apprehension, I put on my best looking 
shirt and pants taking mouth wash in my bag, preparing 
as if I were going on a date. Yes. I have heeded 
Clark's advice and have taken a pack of condoms with 
me. June wasn't attending my class, and one of her 
friends apologized for her saying that she went home 
because she wasn't feeling well. The next day June 
appeared. pale, with black round rims around her eyes-I 
dropped all my plans, thanking my fortune that her 
period have saved me from jail.

***

The next lessons with June, I was light hearted and 
returned to my cheerful manners but, wary, I took 
special care not to look at her. Then on next Tuesday 
she came to me after class' dismissal. This time she 
was decently clad, as all the girls in jeans and some 
shirt or other so I really had no excuse. She came to 
my desk and said: Mr. Chen? ( as many Americans, she 
had trouble pronouncing my name Hen. ) Mr. Chen, about 
my assignment ? You said, like I could come to you for 
assistance? " 

Damn, I felt that I was getting hot, my mouth dried up 
and some lump filled my throat. I stammered and 
croaked, "Y-Yes. Yes sure, I.. Would today's sixth 
period suit you? Because I'll be here..."

"Yes, yes sure I'll come," she chirped and wiggled off.

I was left again with a sizable erection, counting the 
minutes to our date. So I have called it between I and 
myself. No matter how I admonished myself that all she 
probably wanted was to improve her grade, my heart 
hammered in my chest like some teenager's before his 
first date. 

It was a date-as became obvious the moment June entered 
my classroom. She was all bright, with a bright skirt 
and a white tank top that was supposed to accentuate 
her young breasts. For my sake she could have left them 
alone –this wasn't her. The worst was that she had put 
on some dreadful lipstick and she reeked with some 
cheap perfume. 

Nevertheless I was trembling and shaky. I managed to 
hide it, though, and she and I have started discussing 
with the various possibilities for her science project. 
She just kept nodding, her eyes dreamy and obviously 
nothing was farther from her than that damned science 
project. To say the truth –nothing was farther to my 
mind that her damned science project, either, but I 
kept the show going. At last I couldn't wait anymore –
and I suggested that we go to the store-room to see 
some models.

The moment we have closed the door behind us, June 
dropped all pretext, and clang to me, hugging my neck 
and raised her face to me. I, I kissed her eager lips. 
I tell you, I've never tasted a sweeter morsel in my 
life. My tongue delved into her half open mouth, 
savoring her sweet taste... After long minutes we 
disentangled our tongues and I left her lips in order 
to taste her young breasts, which she kept shoving into 
my face. 

They were exquisite small white globes, soft and 
springy, crowned with pink tiny areolas and darker red 
nipples, all hard and erect. June moaned when I rolled 
her taut nipples between my teeth, and went limp. With 
frequent revisiting June's sweet, luscious lips, I was 
manipulating her right breast while kissing her other 
one, with my right hand grasping, caressing, squeezing 
her perfect round bum. To my surprise, June was 
obviously no novice to the love's game. 

She was moaning tiny content moans, caressing my chest 
beneath my shirt, and with a swift movement removed her 
top, exposing completely her breasts. My lips left now 
her breasts moving south, to her flat, tight belly. 
June sighed deeply and dropping into an old chair, she 
spread her thighs, wrapping her legs around my hips, 
pushing my face down, down. During all this necking, 
June's skirt climbed up her thighs and was now wrapped 
around her hips, exposing her pink panties. Yes those 
with the red patch in the crotch. 

They were damp now and the aroma of her love juices 
simply drew me out of my mind. I ripped off her panties 
and dived between her spread thighs, savoring the taste 
of her young vagina. God, she was hot! When I sucked in 
her nubbin, she jerked, squealed loudly and within ten 
seconds she was pumping at me in the throes of a big O.

She didn't let go even after her orgasm subsided. She 
clang to me, moaning, kissing, calling me and keeping 
squealing, "Oh please fuck me, fuck me Mr. Chen. 
Please, please fuck me!!" At last I couldn't hold it 
anymore. She was clearly intent on getting it and she 
didn’t seem to suffer, did she? So I... I just dropped 
my pants, pulled out my bloated dick and proceeded to 
shove it in. 

Now this wasn't as simple as you might think. It was 
too big for her tiny, virginal slit and it took some 
working, until I spread her lips with my fingers and 
carefully guided it in. Oh she was So tight!! It took 
some shoving make all the head enter, and now she was 
clearly nearing her second orgasm. She heaved against 
me moaning, screaming: "Yes! Yes fuck me more! Deeper! 
Oh Mr. Chen!!!" and she blasted off into her third 
orgasm. 

I couldn't hold out. I felt that I'm going to explode. 
All my former resolves to abstain from coming inside 
her went to hell, or should I say heaven? I just blew 
off blasting into her tiny cunt the biggest load that 
she had ever met. The combined shoving and heaving with 
the added lubrication of me sperm caused my dick to 
slip in her to its full length, and now she was impaled 
on my cock, stretched to her utmost. What can I tell 
you? I felt that now we were melted one into the other. 
She was so tight that I thought my cock contained her 
vagina and not the other way around! At last I 
understood the words of the old Book " and they were 
one flesh".

She hadn't been a virgin, if you have wondered.

"Oh Mr. Chen!" she murmured. "You're so BIG!" and just 
laid there, in the fuckin' old chair, her legs over the 
arm rests, all flushed and her eyes so shiny! 

I started pumping in and out, slowly at first, the pace 
increasing slowly, with her joining in, throwing her 
hands round my neck and wrapping her legs over my 
shoulders. I kept fucking, increasing the pace until 
the chair broke under us. Even that did not stop us. We 
kept fucking on the floor, in some open cupboards, all 
over that damned old store-room until at last after 
long time we both came again. 

We have been fucking steadily ever since, one or two 
afternoons every week, and some weekends too. I have 
intentionally used the word "fucking" instead of 
"making love", because that's all she is interested in 
. Oh, she lets me kiss her and caress her, but all she 
really wants is "my big cock".

Once, only once, I have neglected to fuck her. I have 
made her come orally three times in series and she 
seemed totally exhausted, so I just got her into the 
car and drove off- "gentlemanly refraining from using 
her" or so I've thought. She was sullen all the way 
home and then she burst into crying-that I didn't love 
her, that all I wanted was to use her as her friends 
had warned her and on and on. 

I was shocked, and even more so when I found out that 
the reason for this outburst was that I had withheld 
her big Dicky from her. She didn't calm down until I 
had fucked her there, in the car, in the full view of 
any one who might have come to check out why the car 
was dancing.

Oh, in case you were wondering, I have been supplying 
her with pills, one every day, ever since the first 
time. I do feel like a pusher too!

Our "affair" had started in December, and it's May now. 
I must confess that I dread the end of the school year. 
I know that June is going to drop me as soon as the 
year ends –having fulfilled my purpose, I guess. I 
can't reconcile with the thought. I guess that I'm 
addicted to her? 

END

This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author 
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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