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After Class - 2
by Beddybear (address withheld)

***

Finding her teacher unwilling to be with her again, 
Thea turns to the school counselor for help. (Mf, ped, 
oral, anal)

***

After her experience with Mr. Merran, Thea was plagued 
by fantasies of doing more with him. She would lock her 
door and sit in her room, pushing fingers inside her 
little pussy and imagining it was him. It was no use. 
She couldn't recreate that initial ecstasy, no matter 
how hard she tried.

In her mind she replayed those brief moments of 
unbelievable pleasure with him. She could almost feel 
him, stretching her with his prick, ramming into her 
like a machine, over and over again. Even if he didn't 
look big (he was average, according to the diagrams in 
sex ed) he filled up a space in her she hadn't known 
she had more than enough. She could remember vividly 
what she'd done after she'd left the classroom...

...Walking out that door was hard. She wanted to run 
back inside, jump in Mr. Merran's arms, and beg him to 
shove his wonderful cock back inside her, even if it 
ripped her apart. Instead, she snuck into one of the 
unused classrooms and, hiding behind a desk to doubly 
make sure no one saw her, she pulled down her soaked 
panties and stuck a finger inside to see if it was 
still there. It was! 

Lustfully, she pulled out the finger, covered in Mr. 
Merran's lovely cum, and put it in her mouth, savoring 
his essence. She repeated this action until every drop 
of it was gone, then sighed ruefully. Looking up at the 
clock, she realized that there were only two minutes 
left in Lunch, and, wishing she'd had more time, she 
put her panties back on and left...

It was almost a month after the incident, now. Thea was 
starting to give up hope that she would ever be able to 
have him again. She started wearing skirts more often 
to class, giving him glimpses of her panties and hoping 
he would ask her to stay after again. Quentin, for his 
part, was having none of it. Much as he would have 
loved to drill her again, he had a fiancée, and had 
suffered terrible guilt after that one encounter. He 
moved Thea to the back of the class and stopped calling 
on her.

Thea was hurt. She decided to confront him, even though 
it was very unlike her, and ask him why he was avoiding 
her. That day, when everyone else had left for lunch, 
she went to talk to him.

"Oh, hello Thea, what can I do for you?" Mr. Merran 
asked.

Thinking that perhaps straightforwardness was the best 
way to go, she said, "Mr. Merran, don't you want me 
anymore? I know I want you- no, need you."

Quentin was a little shocked, to say the least.

"Thea, we can't discuss that here, someone might walk 
in and hear us" he told her in a low voice.

"Fine. Where do you want to talk?" she replied.

"Let's go to the closet, there's a little more privacy 
there" he said.

Both of them felt a bit of déjà vu, walking into the 
closet together.

"Now, Thea, I need you to understand, I've got a 
girlfriend that I'm engaged to, and I love her too much 
to just let her go" Quentin explained.

Thea nodded, but disappointment filled her eyes. 

"What we did- in here- it doesn't mean anything to 
you?" she asked softly.

"It was amazing, to say the least," he said, "and thank 
you, but we can't ever-" he paused, trying to think of 
a way to say 'fuck' that a teenage girl would 
appreciate, "make love, again."

"Okay" she murmured sadly.

She left the closet, took up her things, and walked out 
of the classroom.

Upon reaching the area where she usually hung out with 
her friends, she discovered that they were all 
apparently busy with clubs or somewhere else. Feeling a 
little depressed, and needing someone to talk to, she 
headed to the counselor's office.

Mr. Lemms, the school counselor, was thirty six, dark 
haired, and tall. He wasn't very muscular, but he kept 
himself in good shape. Never having really talked to 
him before, Thea hadn't realized just how cute he was. 
And he was very, very cute. He smiled at her as she 
came in, and she couldn't help but blush.

"So what seems to be the problem?" he started. "That 
is, if you have a problem."

"There's a guy I like a lot" she said, "but he's got a 
girlfriend and now he doesn't want to talk to me 
anymore."

"Kids!" Mr. Lemms thought. "Well, you know, you really 
shouldn't be trying to ruin his relationship if you 
like him, but I don't see why you can't still be 
friends" he told her.

"But I don't want to be just friends!" she complained. 
"We-" she looked around, as if expecting to see someone 
spying on them. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course I can, that's what I'm here for... sort of" 
he replied, smiling.

"Well, we did IT" she said conspiratorially.

He raised his eyebrow. "Was this before or after he got 
a girlfriend?"

She paused for a second. "Um... before."

"Are you lying to me?" he asked.

She looked at him guiltily. "Sorry... it was after."

He sighed. Teenage drama never ended. "I think you 
should try to forget about this guy so that you don't 
end up doing something you regret terribly."

"But I really want to do it with him again!" Thea 
blurted out. Then she blushed, embarrassed that she'd 
said something like that to her cute counselor.

Mr. Lemms had to admit that he was interested in this 
horny little nymph before him. His own girlfriend had 
just left him a while ago, and he wasn't handling her 
absence very well.

"Is there anyone else you could turn to?" he asked.

"Well, there's nobody else I really like that I know 
very well...." she trailed off.

"And you don't like... er..." he paused. 

"You can say it, Mr. Lemms, I'm not a baby, after all!" 
she giggled. 

"...masturbation?" he finished.

"It's just not the same" she said. She leaned forward. 
He could make out the swell of her breasts through her 
shirt. "Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I think I do" he croaked, through a dry throat. 
Then he stood up and walked to the door, locked it, and 
pulled down the blinds.

"I think I can help you solve your little problem-" 

"Thea" she told him.

"I think I can help you solve your little problem, 
Thea."

"Oh, that would be just fantastic, Mr. Lemms," she 
purred, seeing where he was going with this.

"My first name is Gabriel, but you can keep calling me 
Mr. Lemms if you want" he told her.

"Okay, Mr. Lemms" she said (in what she hoped was a 
sexy voice), pulling off her shirt. 

He stared at her young tits, hidden by a cutesy blue 
bra. "You have very nice skin, Thea" he murmured, 
touching one of her breasts lightly. "You can see more 
of it," she giggled, taking the bra off. Gabriel 
brushed his fingers over one of her nipples. It 
hardened beneath his touch.
He was so occupied with her chest that he barely 
noticed as she undid his belt, then his zipper, then 
dropped his pants.

When her hands were around his quickly hardening 
member, he finally looked down. (Further down, that is; 
he was about a foot and a half taller than her)

Her petite form made him look massive in comparison. 
She held his cock in both her hands, and was staring at 
it in delight or awe, he couldn't tell which. Maybe 
both. 

Time started again, and she looked up at him, then 
said, "What do you want me to do?"

He knew very well what he wanted her to do. "Why don't 
you suck on it a little?" he said. 

She knelt before him and, after looking up for 
affirmation, placed the head of his prick in her mouth. 
She swirled her tongue around the tip, then swallowed 
as much of the rest as she could, moving her head back 
and forth, taking more then less of him in her mouth. 
He watched her in a kind of dazed fascination before 
deciding to bump things up a notch. 

Grabbing her hair, he forced her down on his hard cock, 
then pulled her back, while saying, "Mmmm yeah, you 
like that, don't you, you little cocksucker? You little 
slut!" She made a small noise and moved her hand 
against his balls. 

"Keep doing that, yeah, that's it," he said, closing 
his eyes. She played with his balls, huge in her hands, 
as he fed her his throbbing member. 

The pressure kept building as he moved her on and off 
of him. Finally he stopped, his cock fully engulfed by 
her hot little mouth, and came. He let go of her head, 
pulled out, and his jism spilled out of her mouth, past 
her pretty little lips and down her chin.

"Ooh wow!" she panted, trying to catch her breath. 
"Are- you- always- so- rough?"

"I guess so," he said. "Did you like it?" 

"Mm," she licked some of the cum off her lip. "Not as 
good as... Mr. - well, the last time, but it's still 
not bad."

"You are such a little slut," he said, with a smile. 
"Now how about you take off that skirt and those 
panties?"

She did as she was told, and quickly, shedding her 
shoes and socks as well.

Mr. Lemms reached his hand out and rubbed her slit with 
one of his fingers. It came back glistening and wet. He 
licked it clean, while she looked at him with wide 
eyes.

"Will you put it in me now?" she pleaded. "I sucked you 
off, so you're going to fuck me now, right?"

He smirked, and shook his head. "What were you saying 
about the taste of my cum? You said it wasn't as good 
as Mr. something's. Who did you fuck last time?"

Suddenly she looked a little scared. "I can't tell you 
that, it's..."

"It's what?"

"Will you promise not to tell anyone?" she asked, 
sounding doubtful.

He promised.

"I did it with Mr. Merran, he was my first."

Gabriel was shocked. Quentin? For a second he almost 
thought about reporting Merran, then realized that he'd 
now 'raped' Thea in the eyes of the law, too. 

"Mr. Lemms?" Thea called him back to the situation.

"Huh? Oh, what is it?"

"Will you PLEASE fuck me now?" she said, with a hint of 
desperation. "I want it SO badly!"

"Now now," he said, grinning. "All good things come 
with time." He motioned for her to come closer, then 
bent her over his desk. Her cute tits were mashed 
against the wood as he held her in place.

Tracing a finger around the entrance to her cunt, he 
asked, slyly, "now, what exactly did you want me to do 
to you?"

"Please, just put it in me, ram it in, tear me apart at 
the seams!" she cried. "Fuck me senseless!"

He was glad he had thick walls. Continuing to trace his 
finger around, while stopping occasionally to play with 
her clit, he said "and what are you, Thea? Are you an 
innocent little teenager, or are you a bad, dirty girl, 
who fucks her teachers?"

"I'm a bad, dirty girl who fucks her teachers!" she 
gasped. 

"Good" he said. "Acknowledgement is the first step." He 
placed the head of his cock at the opening of her 
pussy. "Is this what you want?"

"YES!" she almost screamed. "Oh god put it in me 
please!"

Gabriel pushed his dick a little further into her. She 
moaned.

"You like that?" he asked. "You like having men more 
than twice your age in your little tiny pussy? Do you?"

"Yes, oh god yes, I like- love- it!"

***

Thea could barely stand the teasing. She wished he 
would just shove his cock into her, like Mr. Merran 
had. He had to want it as much as her, at least. And 
his cock was so much bigger than Mr. Merran's. Part of 
her mind wondered if it could fit, the other part just 
kept screaming, "fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh god fuck 
me!"

***

Mr. Lemms decided she'd had enough. He thrust into her 
with all his might and she cried out in surprise. He 
nearly did the same. It was incredibly tight, and 
incredibly hot, inside her. His stiff prick sawed in 
and out of her, grinding her against the desk. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes, god yes!" she 
screamed as he pounded her against the wood.

Yes, he was very, very glad he had thick walls. 

He continued pumping in and out of her, stretching her 
more than she'd ever been stretched before, letting the 
pressure build until he was almost ready to cum- then 
he pulled out of her.

"Mm, did you cum?" Thea asked. "I didn't feel any in 
me."

"I can't cum in your pussy, sweetie" he said. "I don't 
want you getting knocked up, now."

He could tell from the look in her eyes that she didn't 
care about getting pregnant. There was a lust just 
visible behind the innocent-girl look she was sporting, 
a lust for meat.

"Tell you what, though" he said slyly, "I'll cum in you 
if you let me in that ass of yours."

She considered it for half a second. "Okay."

His cock was already covered in her juices, so 
lubrication was not a problem. 

"Now, relax," he told her, "and this won't hurt a bit."

He guided his prick to the rosebud of her anus, then 
pushed. She gave a little gasp as it popped inside.

"Ohhhh Mr. Lemms, it feels even bigger in there than it 
did in my pussy!" she sighed.

"But the feeling's just as good" he groaned. He started 
moving in and out slowly, then increased his pace. 

"Did Mr. Merran ever- do- this- to- you?" he asked, 
leaning over and whispering in her ear.

"Ooh! No- ah! he- ah! did- ah! 'nt!" she said between 
gasps. "I guess- ah! that- ah! means you're- ah! 
taking- ah! my- ah! anal- ah! cherry!"

He would've started smiling if he hadn't been already.

It didn't take long for him to blow his load in her. He 
pulled out, then watched some of his steaming jism 
follow. It puddled on the floor.

After taking a deep breath, he redressed and sat behind 
his desk. Thea was still leaning on it, head resting on 
her arms, chest heaving. Apparently she was exhausted 
from their sexcapade. He admired her for a moment 
before he spoke.

"Feeling better?"

"Oh yes, MUCH better," she replied, lifting her head 
up. "In fact, I think I've forgotten about him 
entirely!"

With that said, she gathered her things up and got 
dressed. She was just opening the door when Mr. Lemms 
called out, "Don't forget, you can come back anytime if 
you ever need me."

She thought she just might.

***

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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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