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The Fall Semester
by Elsie (elsiewrites@yahoo.com)

***

Female teacher has a crush on one of her male students. 
(F/m-teen, ped, 1st, oral, anal, rom)

***

1.

Usually I get about one per semester. A crush, I mean. 
This year it was a quiet boy again; an incredibly smart 
shy boy who sat in the back of my second period English 
class and didn't seem to have many friends. He wore a 
lot of black, and he clearly had no idea just how 
adorable he really was. He had a really cute ass- 
nicely shaped and tight- the kind I could imagine 
spending many hours exploring. His name was David. 

I have to confess that I became a little bit obsessed 
with him that September. You (or at least I) can't NOT 
get crushes as a high school teacher; the trick is that 
you also can't act on them.

He was fairly tall- probably not quite six feet, but 
lanky and awkward, not yet used to his height; and he 
seemed painfully shy. His writing was incisive, and 
maybe even on the path to brilliant, but he hated 
speaking out in class. I felt bad for him, and learned 
not to call on him, even though I knew that he would 
have had something interesting to say. Sometimes though 
in class I would make eye contact with him, sitting in 
the back row, and sometimes he would blush. Sometimes I 
would blush too, and get all tingly and squooshy 
inside.

David started to dominate my fantasy life; more often 
than not it was him- dressed all in black, shy and a 
little awkward, tentative but full of lust and oh so 
cute- that I pictured in my (embarrassingly frequent) 
masturbation sessions. I started to get a little 
worried about myself. I'd had crushes before, but never 
one this intense. How old was David anyway? He was a 
sophomore: that meant what fifteen, sixteen? I looked 
up his age in the file; he had turned 16 in early 
September. Wow, I could get fired just for –thinking- 
the kind of thoughts I'd been thinking!

Now and then, I got the distinct impression that the 
crush was mutual. Sometimes I thought there was 
something in his eyes, his body language when he talked 
to me after class. He often stopped by my desk after 
class to ask for help with his writing. Not that he 
needed my help, not really; he was writing at an 
advanced college level already. But I was happy to give 
him what help I could. Once in a while I caught him 
looking at me with a kind of searching intensity in his 
eyes. Those moments always made me blush furiously. 
What was he thinking when he looked at me like that?

I knew however that I was fourteen years older than he 
was, and fourteen years is a lifetime to a sixteen year 
old. A thirty year old woman is, if not actually on 
death's door, practically a senior citizen. And anyway, 
I'm overweight. I mean I've lost a ton of weight since 
my high school and college days- I watch what I eat and 
I exercise, but I'm never going to be a skinny woman. 
And boys, I've learned the hard way, don't get crushes 
on fat girls.


2.

September turned into October, which turned into 
November, and the days got shorter and darker. It was 
Saturday, and I had a big day ahead- a ton of papers to 
grade, and then a friend of mine, another teacher, was 
hosting a dinner later on. Hopefully I'd have time for 
some internet porn (my favorite guilty vice) and a few 
orgasms in between.

I was driving to the grocery store early that morning. 
It was raining. Not raining incredibly hard, but a 
steady soaking rain that kept me alternating my wipers 
between 'intermittent' and 'low'. I was distracted, 
listening to the NPR on the radio, thinking about the 
stack of essays waiting for me at home, going over my 
grocery list in my head, when I saw David trudging 
along the side of the road, without even an umbrella. I 
almost didn't recognize him. I almost passed right by. 
But I managed to pull over in time to roll down the 
window and offer him a ride.

He climbed into the car with a great big smile on his 
face that made my heart (and certain other parts) melt. 
He was soaking wet. 

"David, what are you doing out walking on such a wet 
morning?"

"Walking home from work." was his succinct answer. He 
told me that he worked three or four nights a week at a 
convenience store. That accounted for the dark circles 
under his eyes. The poor kid must be exhausted.

"Could I offer you a ride home?" I held my breath.

"Sure, that would be awesome. Thanks so much for 
picking me up, Ms. T"

"Call me Jenn," I said, barely daring to breathe "Since 
we aren't in school." I ventured a smile. God, I felt 
like a schoolgirl out on her first date. His presence 
was like a nuclear reactor over there in the passenger 
seat. I could feel the heat radiating off his core, 
threatening to send me into meltdown.

His house, where he told me he lived with his father, 
was about two miles away. We drove mostly in silence; I 
felt tongue-tied and awkward; he seemed tense. The 
closer we got to his place, the more nervous he seemed. 
Finally we were there: a run-down shabby looking little 
house on a suburban block. I pulled into the empty 
driveway.

"Thanks for the ride, Ms... Jenn..."

I can't really explain what happened next. There was an 
infinitely long, awkward pause as I waited for him to 
get out of the car. I was holding my breath. Somehow my 
hand found his. Fingers intertwined. One hand squeezed 
the other. I leaned across, meeting him halfway. Our 
lips met, and then we were kissing. It started very 
tentatively- soft almost prudish pecks; it accelerated 
rapidly to full on tongue-wrestling. He was a good 
kisser, and a fast learner. I playfully bit his lip to 
see how he would react. He bit me back, harder. Good. 
He planted soft butterfly kisses up and down my neck. 
Very Good. He nibbled my earlobe. Very Very Good. 

Throughout it all, our hands remained clasped together, 
each of us clinging to the other like a drowning person 
clutching at a rescuer. I'm not sure how long we sat 
there in my car necking like, well, like teenagers. It 
might have been ten minutes or half an hour. At one 
point I opened my eyes (I am a confirmed closed-eye 
kisser) and saw his erect penis outlined clearly 
through the damp material of his black jeans. He 
obviously wasn't wearing any underwear. I swear I could 
see every detail, down to the outline of his swollen 
glans. My clitoris was in very much the same engorged 
condition. Seeing his reaction to me only made my pussy 
drool even more.

Finally, we came to our mutual senses. We had 
thoroughly steamed up the car windows. We had steamed 
up my glasses. He had to go. I had to go. He kissed me 
one more time, a sweet, lingering kiss on the lips, and 
then got out of the car and headed up the steps to his 
front door without a backward glance. I watched that 
cute little ass in those wet black jeans until he 
closed the door behind him.

I didn't make it to the grocery store. I barely made it 
to the next block. I pulled over, parking on the side 
of the road behind a grey SUV. Wasting no time, I 
unbuttoned my pants, pulling them and my underwear down 
around my ankles. The crotch of my panties was 
thoroughly soaked. I lifted my heels up and rested them 
on the steering wheel, spreading my knees wide apart. 
Parting my labia, I found my pussy exceptionally wet 
and slippery. 

I couldn't resist slipping a finger up inside, 
pretending that it was his finger exploring me. But I 
couldn't linger there. My clit was calling. Spreading 
my wetness generously up and down my slit, I started 
rubbing, strumming and grinding my over-excited clit. I 
went off almost immediately, with an orgasm that shook 
my body, made me raise my ass up off the driver seat 
and didn't seem to ever stop. Just when the last spasms 
were receding, I realized that I was on the edge of 
coming all over again. 

I reached down with my free hand and penetrated my 
asshole with the tip of one finger as I drew crazy tiny 
circles around my clit. The second one was as just good 
as the first, and as I came, I pictured David's 
beautiful cock, hard as steel and offered freely for me 
to do with as I wished.

In the end, I made it home, and even managed to finish 
grading my papers in between furious masturbation 
sessions. By the time I drifted off to sleep that 
night, my clit was too tender to be touched.


3.

I looked forward to my Monday morning English class 
with a mixture of dread and lustful anticipation. There 
he was, in the back row, hot as ever, unwilling to meet 
my eyes, blushing whenever I looked his way. I felt 
those eyes on me through the entire period. The class 
seemed to last forever.

I had worn a skirt that day, a modest brown thing, and 
in a feckless moment that morning I had chosen not to 
wear any panties. It was perhaps not the wisest choice. 
From the moment he walked into the room, my pussy got 
wet, and for the entire class I was hyper aware of 
being naked under my skirt, of the moving air brushing 
against my pussy and of my labia rubbing against my 
clit as I moved. It drove me crazy.

The bell rang, and the students filed out. David, as 
usual, was one of the last headed out for the door. I 
cleared my throat, tried to keep my voice level, and 
asked if I could speak to him for a moment.

He came over to my desk. His proximity nearly drove me 
crazy. More than anything in the world I wanted right 
then to get down on my knees, unbutton his jeans and 
suck his hard penis into my mouth. But of course I 
couldn't.

He spoke before I could say anything. 

"Ms. T, I'm really sorry about Saturday."

"Oh David, don't be sorry. Please don't ever be sorry 
for that. It's just that we can't..."

"I know."

"It wouldn't be appropriate. We can't..."

"I know."

The next class was starting to come into the room. 
"You're beautiful David" I told him in a low voice "You 
should get a girlfriend your own age."

"Thank you Ms. T. You're beautiful too" he whispered.

And then he was gone, and I had to teach a class. Only 
I couldn't concentrate. He kept appearing in my minds 
eye, his voice in my ears. Did he really think I was 
beautiful? Me?

We didn't speak again that week, but our eyes spoke 
volumes. Whenever David was in my classroom, the sexual 
tension was almost unbearable. All week, I felt like I 
was teaching second period English naked. And I enjoyed 
that feeling. Several times that week I had to lock 
myself in the faculty bathroom and masturbate just to 
get through the day. Hardly professional behavior!

In class on Friday morning, I felt his eyes on me like 
two hot coals. Did he have any idea at all how sexy he 
was? Did he want me like I wanted him? Had he ever 
masturbated to me? He seemed to hesitate before leaving 
class at the end of the period, fussing with his papers 
at his desk after most of the other students had left, 
but then he seemed to change his mind, and left without 
a word. I was relieved- for obvious reasons involving 
not getting fired- but at the same time I felt deeply 
disappointed. 

I didn't sleep well that night. Erotic dreams, with 
stressful, anxious overtones haunted me all night. I 
woke up early on Saturday morning, exhausted and 
physically turned on. I couldn't remember the exact 
details of the dream; they had evaporated as soon as I 
woke up, but my pussy was slick and drooling, and I'm 
pretty sure those details were downright perverted. 

I looked at the clock. It was only seven in the 
morning, and I was fully awake. There was going to be 
no more sleep for me. Running more or less on 
autopilot, I got dressed, brushed my teeth, got in the 
car, and drove over to the convenience store that David 
had told me he worked in.

I sat in the parking lot with the engine idling, 
working out just what I would say to him: –That I was 
incredibly attracted to him, but that nothing could 
ever happen between us. –That he was a beautiful young 
man and should get a girlfriend his own age. –That I 
valued him as a student and someday as a good friend. –
That...

I almost missed him as he walked out of the store, 
striding purposefully down the sidewalk. I beeped my 
horn and waved frantically, like an idiot. He stopped, 
turned, saw me, and his face lit up with the biggest 
smile. Three seconds later he was in my car.

"Hey Ms. T! It's great to see you! I kept thinking 
about you last night at work."

All the things I had meant to say evaporated clean out 
of my head. "It's Jenn." I said "Call me Jenn. Don't 
you get tired working overnights?"

"Yeah" he said "It totally sucks. Sometimes I just feel 
like a zombie. But I'm trying to save money. I really 
need to get my own apartment."

"You're sixteen, right?" I asked, dumbly.

"Yeah." He nodded. "I think I'm old enough to take care 
of myself though."

I risked a covert glance at his lap. He seemed to be 
sporting quite the erection, and I was pretty sure that 
he was once again unencumbered by underwear. For a 
second I was deliriously tempted to reach over, unzip 
his fly, and set that delicious sex-wand of his free. 
But I didn't. "I couldn't imagine living with my 
parents again" I said instead "When I was a teen I 
couldn't wait to move out and live on my own."

"No kidding," he said "Living at home really sucks." He 
sucked air through his teeth in a low whistle.

We had arrived at his house. There was a battered old 
Toyota pick-up parked in the driveway. I parked across 
the street.

There was a long, silent moment. Our eyes met. I leaned 
in to meet him as he leaned over to kiss me. Our lips 
pressed together with an electric surge, then opened as 
our tongues teased and explored. I felt his hand on my 
sweater. Taking his hand in mine, I placed his hand on 
my rather small (but highly excited) breast. He 
squeezed gently, and a thrill of excitement surged 
through my entire body. He was an amazing kisser. His 
hand stayed on my breast, strong and warm even through 
the various layers of fabric. My own hand landed on his 
jean-clad thigh, stroking, petting, moving incessantly 
upward...

He broke off the kiss. I was gasping with lust, 
practically ready to explode in my own panties. "My 
dad's home." he said "we shouldn't really be doing this 
here..."

"Yeah..." I said, more or less struck dumb.

"He's not usually up this early, but..."

God I wanted him.

"Thanks again for the ride."

And then he was gone, and I was alone in the car, 
alternately cursing myself for not stopping it before 
anything had happened and cursing myself for letting it 
stop at all. At least this time I was able to drive 
myself home before I ripped my clothes off and 
masturbated like a hard-up nympho. Which, I suppose I 
was.


4.

In class Monday morning, David and I kept making 
sizzling eye contact. I blushed every time our eyes 
met. I was afraid that the rest of the class was going 
to pick up on our sexual energy. That thought made me 
nervous and flustered. I kept losing track of where I 
was in the lesson. The class seemed to last forever, 
and by the time it was over I was exhausted. And 
annoyingly horny.

That was just the start of a painfully long day. 
Nothing seemed to go right all day. Papers were 
overdue, students were late, announcements interrupted, 
meetings were held, glasses were misplaced and coffee 
got cold. Even the weather was nasty. It rained and 
blew all day, and several times the lights flickered as 
if the power was going to go out. Finally, at four 
o'clock, I was cleaning off my desk, ready to go home 
where a good stiff drink and an (embarrassingly) large 
selection of sex toys awaited me.

There was a tap on the door. It was David. Shyly, he 
came into the classroom and approached my desk.

"Hi." I tried to look up casually and gave him what I 
hoped was my best demure and most professional smile 
"What's going on David?"

"Oh..." he said "I missed my bus Ms. T. I was wondering 
if you could give me a ride home. I wouldn't normally 
ask, but..." he gestured over to the window. It was 
still pouring outside. It had been raining hard all 
day, and showed no sign of letting up.

I didn't feel comfortable giving him a ride in my car. 
I didn't want to be seen leaving the school with a 
student in my tow. I didn't know if I could control 
myself once I was in the car with him. I didn't know if 
I even wanted to control myself. And of course I wasn't 
about to make him walk home in this weather.

"No problem David. I'll just be a minute." I fumbled 
the file I was holding, and spilled 11th grade essays 
all over the carpet.

He seemed nervous once we were in my car. I know I was. 
We were both nearly silent. It felt like we were on the 
edge of something big and dangerous. It was scary, but 
exciting. I didn't know what was going to happen.

I thought about driving David directly to my place, 
dragging him into my bedroom, and ravishing his body 
there. But I chickened out, making a left turn out of 
the school parking lot instead of a right. David's 
house was about six miles from the school, in the 
opposite direction from my apartment.

I pulled into the driveway. It was dark already, and 
the rain was coming down harder than ever. The wind 
whipped the trees along the street, sending the last 
few stray leaves swirling into the gutter. No other car 
was parked at the house, and all the windows were dark.

"Thanks again for the ride... Jenn"

"Sure," I said. "Any time." I paused "We really 
shouldn't be doing this, you know?"

"I know." He said. "I wouldn't have asked except for 
the rain."

"Oh I don't mind. I really don't mind at all." I 
smiled. He smiled. My heart melted. My pussy wasn't far 
behind.

"Would you... would you like to come in for a minute?"

Oh YES I wanted to. 

"No" I said "I don't think that would be a very good 
idea at all." I smiled again and squeezed his hand "I'm 
not sure I could trust myself to behave." His hand 
squeezed mine tight.

And then, against all our combined better judgment, we 
were kissing. It was more passionate, less tentative 
than it had been before. I was aggressive with him, 
biting his lip, pressing my tongue deep into his mouth, 
guiding his hand to my sweater-clad breast. I slipped 
my hand under his black t-shirt, feeling his soft skin, 
his smooth chest, rubbing then pinching then finally 
tugging and twisting on his hard little nipples. He 
groaned out loud as I played with his boy titties. It 
was too much for me. Still locked in a hungry, open 
mouth kiss, I guided his hand underneath my sweater, 
under my blouse until only the sheer fabric of my bra 
separated him from my breast. My nipple ached for his 
unrestricted touch. 

I regretfully left his nipples, and went to work on the 
chore of unbuttoning his jeans. The task was impossible 
to complete one-handed. Even with two hands it wasn't 
easy. I had to break off our kiss and look at what I 
was doing. His erection threatened to burst the seam of 
his pants. Finally I got them open. He lifted up his 
ass, and I pulled his jeans down around his ankles. 

I had been right; he didn't have any underwear on. His 
penis stood straight up, pointing at the roof of my 
car. It was harder than hard. I could practically see 
it pulsating. He had no pubic hair at all. I guessed 
that he must shave or wax it. It looked sexy. I'd never 
seen a guy like that, so naked. His cock was bigger 
than I had thought. It looked delicious.

I hadn't fooled around with a guy in a car in years. In 
well over a decade, it occurred to me. The windows were 
completely steamed up. The rain had become more 
intense, and I could hear big fat drops spattering down 
on the roof of the car. Some rational part of my mind 
told me that what I was doing qualified as a Very Bad 
Idea.

I dropped my head onto his lap and kissed his penis all 
over. He was already leaking copious amounts of clear 
sticky pre-come. I kissed very tenderly all over his 
sexy hairless balls. Nudging his thighs apart, I kissed 
the tender flesh up behind his ball sac. I relished his 
smell, his taste. I wanted to eat him, I wanted to eat 
all of him. He rolled over onto his side, raising his 
shoe-pant-and-sock entangled feet up onto the 
dashboard, giving me better access. He was moaning out 
loud as I spread his muscular little buns apart, 
getting my first look at his beautiful tight crinkled 
anus.

My hand reached around, wrapping my fingers around his 
cock. He was red hot. I moved my hand in the tiniest 
little up and down motion, gripping his penis hard. I 
stuck out my tongue to lick his sweet asshole. I 
circled around his opening, teasing him (and myself) 
before zeroing in on his hole. I loved how smooth he 
was back there. I let the tip of my tongue drag across 
his opening. I wanted to stick my tongue so far up his 
ass...

As soon as my tongue made contact with his anus, I felt 
his whole body go stiff. His cock jerked in my hand. He 
came with a long, throaty, drawn-out moan.

He squirted what seemed like a pint of come all over 
his belly. Fortunately his t-shirt had ridden up during 
the action, so most of it ended up on the soft skin of 
his stomach. It was kind of a pity, really- I had 
intended for him to come in my mouth- but I was way too 
excited to sweat the details. Ravenously, I slurped up 
the salty, bitter puddle that extended from the end of 
his now softening (and extremely sensitive) penis all 
the way up to his belly button. At last I came up for 
air.

"Was that ok?" I asked, a little abashed.

"Oh My God" was all he could manage to croak. That was 
probably a good sign.

"I'm kind of a pervert" I hadn't really meant to go the 
anal route with him. At least not right away. But then 
I hadn't really meant for any of this to happen.

"That was amazing." he said "I'm sorry I... came so 
quickly."

"That's OK" I smiled "But I think I need some attention 
now."

It was only too true. Ever since I had gone down on his 
ass, I had been on the very edge of a massive orgasm. I 
hiked my denim skirt up onto my lap, and pulled my 
panties off over my shoes, cursing the steering wheel.

He only needed a little encouragement. He was hesitant, 
afraid of hurting me maybe. I helped his fingers find 
the entrance of my cunt, wide open and hot and drooling 
with lust. 

"Is this alright?" he asked. How sweet! As if anything 
he did wouldn't be alright with me.

"Yes! It's very alright. Please finger fuck me David."

One of his fingers slipped straight up into my more 
than ready pussy. It was quickly joined by a second 
digit, filling me deliciously. "Move them in and out" I 
instructed him. "Oh Yeah, like that."

His fingers felt really good inside me. Another finger 
started boldly probing between my ass cheeks, 
threatening to penetrate me. I couldn't stand any more 
teasing. As his more and more confident fingers fucked 
me, I let my own finger find the red hot button of my 
clitoris. I rubbed for all I was worth, and in two 
heartbeats I was coming all over his fingers, kissing 
him and calling his name over and over again.

His fingers were absolutely covered in my come. Very 
endearingly, he licked them clean. His young cock was 
already nice and hard again. This time I would give him 
a proper blowjob.

My dirty thoughts were interrupted by the glare of 
headlights.

"Oh Crap!" he said, "That's my Dad coming home."

I started to panic, then felt stupid for it. After all 
I was just a friend, who had given David a ride home on 
a stormy night. Giggling, I tried to help as he 
struggled to get his jeans back up and buttoned. He 
gave me a quick goodnight kiss before going out into 
the rain. As I backed out, his father, a stern looking 
bearded man, gave me a dirty look from the cab of his 
Toyota. I didn't care. I was on top of the world.


5.

David didn't make it to school the next day, or on 
Wednesday. That was very unusual for him, and it 
worried me. In fact it knocked me right off the erotic 
cloud I had been riding ever since Monday night. I 
started to worry that something bad had happened, and 
that I was my fault. Could it be that having a 
(slightly) overweight thirty year old woman anally 
assault him in her car had traumatized him so badly 
that he had dropped out of school?

On Thursday, my fears were allayed when he showed up 
for class. I was hugely relieved to see him at his desk 
in the back of the room, and though no words passed 
between us, I gave him a look that absolutely 
smoldered.

It was fifth period, and the school was having some 
sort of assembly for the football team, that was 
apparently going to state or something. The whole 
school, staff and students, was supposed to be there, 
but I had weaseled out of it. Midterms were coming up, 
and I was swamped in papers. I was sitting behind my 
desk, wading through essays, when David walked into the 
classroom.

I gave him a sharp (well, not really very sharp at all) 
look through my glasses (I hate my glasses. They make 
me look like- well, like a schoolteacher) "Shouldn't 
you be at the assembly?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Shouldn't you be too?" he smiled 
shyly.

"Well I suppose I should be," I stifled a grin "David, 
I need to get some books out of the storage closet 
upstairs for my freshmen literature class. As long as 
you're skipping the pep rally, would you mind helping 
me?"

Ok, I admit it. I had more than just fetching books on 
my mind. 

I let the closet door swing closed behind us. It locked 
itself with a click. I thought the odds were pretty 
damn good that we had at least twenty minutes of 
privacy before the assembly was over. Instead of 
starting to collect the thirty copies of 'The Grapes of 
Wrath' that I needed for my next class, I went straight 
for the good stuff. I pulled David to me and kissed him 
on the lips, flooding with relief (and lust) as he 
enthusiastically kissed me back.

"God I've missed you Ms. T."

"Jenn."

"Hey, we're in school now, right?" he gave me a naughty 
grin "I've been thinking about you constantly. I can't 
get you out of my head."

"Mmm, me too." We were clutching each other close, and 
the proximity of his parts to mine was driving me 
bananas "Where were you the last two days? I've been 
worried."

"Oh God." He broke off the hug and took a step back, 
more or less falling into a folding chair that sat in 
front of the bookshelves "My Dad's a real freak. I 
should have told you before. I've been locked in my 
room. Grounded."

"For what?"

"See, he's really protective of me. He doesn't like for 
me to be um, he calls it 'fraternizing'. This is kind 
of embarrassing for me."

"It's ok" I said "Go on."

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Well, when I was thirteen, he caught me, um you know 
fooling around with another boy my age up in my room. 
Ever since then he's been really... strict with me."

"Oh Sweety..."

"Yeah... So on Monday he wanted to know who was in the 
car with me, and when I told him you were just a friend 
and had given me a ride home, he didn't believe me. He 
put me in 'Lockdown' and told me to pray for my soul. I 
didn't spend much time praying though."

"You don't have to put up with that David. You're 
practically an adult. You can move out."

"Yeah, I've been trying to save enough money to get my 
own place. I can't wait."

"You could always come stay at my place," I blurted 
out.

He looked hard at me. The intensity of his gaze was 
heart stopping. "Are you serious?"

I swallowed. "Yes I'm serious." I could hardly breathe.

"I think that's the most generous thing anyone's ever 
said to me" he stood up and took my hands. Feeling his 
skin touch mine sent shivers up and down my spine. "You 
know we can't do that. I'm really crazy about you Jenn. 
I really, um, like you a lot. I don't want you to get 
fired because of me. Oh Crap, I shouldn't even be in 
this closet with you."

He was right, of course. I could feel his breath on me, 
and it was driving me crazy. "Here" I said, pulling out 
a scrap of paper and a pen "Here's my phone number. 
Call me if you ever need anything. Or if you ever just 
want to talk."

David thanked me, carefully folding the slip of paper 
up before sticking it in his wallet.

"We should probably get those books pulled out before 
the assembly's over," I paused, then whispered in his 
ear "God I want you."

"I want you too" he whispered back, then giggled softly 
"I've been crazy horny ever since..." He was actually 
blushing!

"Well do you want to do something about that?" I asked. 
"We don't have much time." I looked at my watch. We had 
a little more than five minutes before the passing bell 
rang and the assembly let out.

"What did you have in mind?"

Oh Boy. Now I was the one who was blushing. "Well..." I 
said "I thought maybe you could masturbate onto me..." 

"Really? Would you like that?"

"Yeah, a lot."

He was already unbuttoning his jeans. I got down on my 
knees, pulled my sweater over my head and unsnapped my 
bra, setting the little ladies free. "Wow Jenn" he said 
"They're beautiful. I've never actually..."

"Just do it" I whispered throatily "We don't have any 
time. Come on David, put it all over my tits."

He took his cock out, letting his pants fall around his 
ankles. He was rock hard, pointing straight at me. The 
fact that it was bald just made it look even bigger 
than it already was. I'm no size queen, not by a long 
shot, but damn that looked good! The head was bright 
purple, and freely oozing clear joy juice. He was 
clearly just as turned on as I was.

I love watching a man masturbate. Actually, I love 
watching almost anyone masturbate. But a really hot guy 
masturbating just for me, when I have a front row 
seat... Heaven! It didn't take him very long. He 
obviously knew how to handle his equipment. It took 
less than a minute of his strong hand rapidly stroking 
his erection before he closed his eyes, arched his back 
and gasped, and I greedily watched as glob after glob 
of hot sticky semen jetted out onto my waiting boobs. 
It was so incredibly erotic! I reached out my finger, 
picking up the strand that threatened to drip out of 
his urethra and fall wasted to the floor, and licked it 
off.

"Oh My God," he said, his voice shaking. "Can I?"

"Yes." Anything.

He got down on his knees in front of me and started 
licking the come up off my breasts. Holy Shit, I was so 
turned on, I swear my clit was making a dent in the 
front of my slacks. As he was cleaning my tits, the 
bell rang for the end of fifth period. They would be 
dismissing the assembly now.

"Out. Now." I told him, groping for my bra. He pulled 
up his pants, gave me a flavorful kiss, and slipped out 
into the hall moments before it became filled with 
noisy, bustling teenagers. I got my sweater back on and 
collected the books I needed, making it back down to my 
classroom late, but not half as late as most of my 
students; painfully aware of my swollen clit, soaked 
panties, and the moist sticky skin of my breasts. I 
don't know how I ever made it through that class, but 
somehow I did.


6.

I was sitting at home in front of the computer later on 
that evening, wearing nothing but a t-shirt, doing some 
pornographic research on my latest obsession: pretty 
girls anally assaulting their hotty boyfriends (um, did 
I mention that I'm a pervert?) when the phone rang.

It was David. 

"Jenn?"

"Hi! It's great to hear your voice!" I'd been secretly 
hoping that he would call. The action on my computer 
screen was forgotten for the moment. "Is everything 
ok?"

"Yeah, great!" his voice was low, I had to strain my 
ears to hear him "I'm calling from home. I can't talk 
very long."

"That's ok, I understand. What's up?"

"Um, first of all I wanted to let you know that you 
shouldn't pick me up on Saturday morning." Damn, that 
had been precisely my plan "My Dad said he is going to 
pick me up from work and take me straight to a prayer 
meeting."

"Ok, no problem. Thanks for warning me."

"I wanted to say, I really appreciate you giving me a 
ride. Especially that first time. You know, I haven't 
really had a chance to really talk with you since... 
since all this started."

I waited for him to go on.

"Um, the other thing is that I told my Dad I have to 
work on Sunday night. I don't have to work on Sunday 
night."

The implications of that statement were already hitting 
me. Like a truck full of sex.

"So..." long pause "I was wondering if you would like 
to hang out on Sunday night. I can't get out of my 
house until late. I don't usually leave for work till 
eleven-thirty. I'd understand if that's too late" he 
added.

"David, that would be so awesome!" I was giddy. 
Literally giddy. My freaking head was spinning.

"Cool!" he sounded relieved, but nervous. He was so 
CUTE! "So would you like to have dinner, or watch a 
movie or something?"

"Why don't we just hang out at my place?" I said. The 
implications of THAT went dripping along the phone 
line. "I could pick you up at the end of your block."

"That would be great!" he said "Listen, I have to go. 
My father doesn't know I'm on the phone. I can't wait 
though."

"Cool," I said. "Me too. I'm really looking forward to 
it."

I have to confess that as soon as I hung up the phone, 
I danced around my living room, spinning like a 
cheerleader. He was going to be mine, all mine! Then I 
was back in front of the computer screen with one hand 
on the mouse and the other between my legs. Only the 
petite girls doing the butt-fucking were David, and 
their hot boyfriends were me. And sometimes it was the 
other way around.

The next day seemed to last forever. The following week 
was Thanksgiving, and all the students and teachers 
were restless. It was midterm time, and everyone was 
trying to wrap up their midterm projects. David and I 
didn't interact at all that day. We both knew that we 
were playing a very dangerous game.

During my prep period, the principal asked if I could 
drop by his office for a minute. I was certain that I 
was busted. My heart raced, my hands shook. My instinct 
told me to walk out the door, get into my car and drive 
away and to just keep on driving. Instead, I went 
meekly to Mr. Sander's office.

He just wanted to see how my classes were going this 
fall, and to ask if I'd be interested in teaching a 
modern poetry class the next semester. When I left his 
office, I was riding high on relief.

The weekend just crawled by. I looked at porn, graded 
papers, and stared out the window at the naked, wind-
torn trees.

I left early to meet him. I was a nervous wreck. The 
'What If's were plaguing me. The biggest 'What If' I 
didn't even let myself think: What if he doesn't show?

He was there, precisely at eleven-thirty. He opened the 
car door, got in, kissed me on the lips. 

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"No, I already had dinner. Are you?" 

No, I wasn't hungry. Not for food.

"Is it ok if we just hang out at my place?" Is it ok if 
I just ravish your delicious young body?

"Sure" he said, lighting up the inside of my car with 
that charming smile of his "That sounds great."

My apartment, like my salary, is modest, or to be more 
accurate small. I live in a one bedroom on the second 
floor of a complex near the train tracks: an apartment 
not unlike the one I lived in when I was in college, 
minus the roommates and the marijuana. It is usually a 
terrible mess, but nervous energy had been spent that 
day doing a furious clean-up.

I pretty much dragged David up the stairs and into my 
den of iniquity, and right away introduced him to my 
futon couch.

We reveled in the sensation of freedom; unrestricted 
freedom to touch and kiss and roll around. No one was 
going to walk in on us, no seatbelts or steering wheels 
to get in the way. At one point we fell off the couch 
and onto the floor. He landed on top of me.

His t-shirt had already come off, his pants were 
unbuttoned, and bulging precipitously. He held my 
wrists pinned down to the carpet and kissed me 
fiercely.

"Oh David I want you so badly!" I managed to gasp when 
we stopped for a second to breathe.

"You know I'm a virgin, right?"

I smiled, "Yeah, I had sort of figured that one out."

"Is that ok?"

"David, haven't you learned? Everything about you is ok 
by me... What would you like to do now?"

He rolled off my body. I could see the head of his cock 
peeking out from his unsnapped jeans. "Well, um if its 
alright..."

"Anything David, anything."

"I'd really like to see you naked."

"Well then why don't you undress me?"

I'm not very good at doing the dress up sexy thing. 
After agonizing about it most of the afternoon, I had 
decided that it was best to just be myself: I had worn 
my favorite loose fitting faded blue jeans and a green 
tank top. My only concession to sexy had been my 
favorite pair of red bikini panties that said in white 
cursive "It's Not Going To Lick Itself".

His hands were shaking a little as he pulled my clothes 
off, but for all that he didn't seem to have much 
trouble. It was a joy to watch his face as he undressed 
me. He looked like a little kid at Christmastime. When 
he got to my panties, he grinned outright.

I raised my legs up in the air, and he pulled my 
panties off. I felt momentarily self conscious about 
the triangle of light brown hair between my legs. I 
wasn't as bushy as those Penthouse models I had grown 
up with in the '70s, but weren't all the girls shaving 
these day? I hoped David, with his big bald cock, 
didn't mind.

I probably shouldn't have worried. "Well, can I?" he 
asked

"Can you what?"

"Lick it?"

"David, you can do anything you want to me. Anything at 
all. But especially that."

"Let me know if I'm not doing it right, ok?"

"You'll do fine. Just do one thing for me?"

"What's that?"

"Take off your pants."

He stripped out of his pants, releasing his proud, 
bobbing cock. I took the opportunity to climb back up 
on the couch, spreading my legs wide apart for his 
eating pleasure.

Tentatively at first, then more confidently and 
aggressively, he started to lick my pussy. Now I'm 
hardly celibate, but it had been several months since 
anyone had gone down on me. David may have been new to 
it, but he was a naturally talented pussy-licker, and 
anything he lacked in technique, he made up for with 
enthusiasm.

"Jenn, you taste good!" I loved seeing my wetness on 
his grinning face.

"Put a finger inside me."

He was finger fucking me really good. I was pretty much 
in heaven. "Show me your clitoris," he said from 
between my thighs

With two fingers, I pulled back the hood of my clit, 
fully exposing my happy button for him. "Should I lick 
it?"

"Oh Yeah," I said. "Mostly just around it, not directly 
on it. It gets too sensitive."

His busy tongue went back to work, lapping all around 
my clit, driving me crazy while his fingers slid in and 
out. He was going to make me fucking come. He was going 
to make me come all over his face.

"Play with my asshole," I burst out as I felt my orgasm 
start to rumble up from the tips of my toes. 
Obligingly, he pressed a finger up against and just 
barely into my anus. I exploded, grinding into him, 
riding the wave as my body shook through what seemed 
like the longest, most intense orgasm ever.

"Holy Shit!" I laughed out loud when I could at last 
speak again. 

"That was amazing." He was grinning ear to ear.

"You're telling me," I said. "So what would you like to 
do now?"

"What would you like to do?" he asked.

"Honestly? I'd like to suck your dick. I want to give 
you a real blowjob. And then, if it's all right with 
you, I'd really like to fuck you."

"That would be really amazing Jenn..." but I already 
had his cock in my mouth.

I'd been dying to eat that thing since... well, since 
he'd first walked into my classroom in September, but 
especially for the last couple of weeks. It felt so 
good to have him in my mouth. I thought I could happily 
suck him for hours and never get tired of it. I've 
never been accused of giving a lax blowjob, but I 
really put everything into this one, swirling with my 
tongue, sucking hard, stroking him with my free hand; 
stopping and blowing on him whenever I felt him getting 
too excited. 

"Oh Please Ms. T," he begged, rigid cock bobbing as I 
held my mouth just millimeters above the swollen purple 
head.

Very deliberately I ran one finger between my labia, 
getting it all slippery with my come. I reached between 
his cheeks, searching for that special place. It didn't 
take me long to find it. I worked the tip of my finger 
into his tight little hole. "Is this ok?"

"Yeah..." he whispered, "It feels... incredible. 
Amazing."

I pressed my finger a little further up inside him. His 
body seemed to open up to welcome me.

"Do you want this?"

"Yeah... please..." I pressed harder. My finger slipped 
all the way up inside him, buried to the knuckle in his 
asshole. He was super tight back there, clutching my 
index finger like a fist.

"I want you to come in my mouth" I told him, looking up 
into his eyes "Don't hold back. Don't even think of 
holding back."

I lowered my mouth back onto his cock, and sucked for 
all I was worth, bobbing my head up and down, letting 
his penis fill my mouth. He responded instantly "Oh 
Jenn, I'm coming!" I felt him come from the inside-out 
as his ass shuddered and clenched on my finger and he 
flooded my mouth with his semen. He seemed to keep 
coming forever. I hungrily drank every drop. At last, 
his wet, diminished penis slid out of my mouth, and my 
finger slipped out of his butt.

"Oh thank you... thank you..." we kissed for a long 
time. 

"Would you like to move to the bedroom?" It was after 
one in the morning, way past my bedtime. Not that I was 
sleepy. Not at all.


7.

I might not have been sleepy but David was. I really 
couldn't blame him at all; the poor kid had worked all 
night the night before, and had just been subjected to 
the most vigorous blowjob I had to offer. We tumbled 
into bed together, snuggling and kissing and touching, 
but he kept drifting off. Eventually he fell asleep on 
me, softly snoring, his hand on my breast. He smelled 
good. It felt so good just to have my skin pressing 
against his. I quietly masturbated myself to an intense 
little orgasm as he lay sleeping next to me. Then I 
drifted off into a dreamless sleep myself.

We woke together, with a start, at seven in the morning 
on Sunday. Instantly we both had big grins on our 
faces, and we laughed to see each other's happy face. 
It felt so good to wake up together. Then he saw the 
clock and the smile faded from his face.

"Oh Crap Ms. T- Jenn- I've got to get home. I'm 
supposed to be getting off from work right now."

Crap was right. "Do you think you might have time to 
lose your virginity?" he looked worried "I'll drive you 
home."

"I don't know if I'll be able to last very long..."

"Don't worry about that!"

"I didn't bring any condoms. Do you have any?"

"I do. But I don't think we need to use one. I'm on the 
pill." I smiled "And I guarantee you I'm clean."

"Ok," he said. "I'm just worried... my dad would freak 
out if he suspected anything."

"What are you waiting for then?" I asked as coyly as I 
knew how, and tossing the blanket in a rolled up heap 
off the bed. "I'm ready for you!" It was true; I'm one 
of those girls who get's wet at the merest thought of 
sex: at that moment I was Niagara falls.

David clambered on top of me, his extremely erect naked 
penis bobbing pleasantly. I spread my legs wide for 
him, parting my labia with my fingers. With my other 
hand, I helped guide him to my drooling entrance.

"Is this ok?" he asked hesitantly

"Fuck Me" I told him, pulling him down on me. His penis 
slipped up inside me, filling me deliciously, like a 
hand filling a glove. A smooth, sizeable hand in a hot, 
well oiled glove.

For a moment we just lay there breathing. It felt 
wonderful to have him inside me, to have his cock in my 
cunt. "Go ahead," I whispered. "Fuck me. Use me. I want 
you to come inside me."

He started moving in and out. Oh it was delicious! I 
wanted nothing more than to fuck him all day, every 
day. "Go ahead," I encouraged him "Don't be shy! Fuck 
my cunt!"

He started humping me more vigorously. The whole thing 
couldn't have taken five minutes. He was kissing me 
hard on the lips when he came, and I had my hands on 
his ass, pulling him deep into me. I loved feeling him 
shudder, feeling his cock twitch, feeling the sudden 
rush of squishy heat inside my vagina, I loved feeling 
him go suddenly tense and then relax.

He kissed me again, "Thank you, oh thank you Jenn!"

"Anytime David," I said, meaning it.

"We should-"

"Yeah..."

His greatly reduced cock slipped easily out of my very 
slippery vagina. At that point I would have liked 
nothing more than to make it nice and hard again. But 
we had to get going.

David was already getting dressed. "Does it bother you" 
he asked as he pulled his pants on "that I don't have 
hair down there?"

"Oh no!" I said as I adjusted my bra "Actually I think 
it's really sexy."

"Really?"

"Really." I was buttoning my blouse.

"That's funny."

"Why's that?"

"It's my dad who makes me do it. He's made me shave 
ever since... He says pubic hair is dirty, sinful."

I looked over at him, fully dressed now, strong and 
handsome and yet vulnerable. "You've got to get out of 
that house," I told him.

"I know." He said.

I drove him back to his house. The drive was 
practically silent. We held hands the whole way. The 
beat up Toyota was nowhere to be seen. David kissed me 
very sweetly on the lips before getting out of the car 
and hurrying up the steps to his house. I pulled away, 
driving distractedly back home. His come was still 
inside me, leaking out of my pussy and soaking through 
my panties. I couldn't wait to get back home and to rub 
his wetness all over myself. I couldn't wait to get him 
alone again.


8.

David wasn't in class again on Monday. Immediately, I 
feared the worst. The most frustrating thing was that 
there wasn't anything I could do. I just had to wait 
and hope. 

The day seemed to last forever. As soon as school let 
out, I went home, hoping that he'd call me. The phone 
remained obstinately silent. Time slowed down to a 
crawl.

I didn't want to stay and I didn't want to leave. It 
was exhausting. I ordered a pizza. I tried to correct 
papers, but I couldn't concentrate. I tried going to 
bed early, but I couldn't sleep. Finally, at eleven 
o'clock, I got up and opened a beer and slipped a DVD 
into the drive. If anything would make me sleep it was 
alcohol and an orgasm.

I hadn't been watching the movie that long- my 
sweatpants were down around my ankles and my beer was 
still three quarters full- when there was a soft tap at 
my door. I sort of panicked, pulling up my pants, 
shutting down the sound and pausing the movie in the 
midst of some of the raunchiest action. I didn't dare 
hope that it was him.

I flung the door wide open. It was him. The lust that 
had been building up inside my body as I watched the 
pornography on the lcd screen instantly melted away. He 
looked terrible. He had a black eye and the side of his 
face was all puffy and swollen. Trying not to burst out 
in tears, I pulled him into my apartment where he 
stood, blinking.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I should have called first."

"No, no, don't worry about that. What happened? Are you 
alright?"

"My dad went to pick me up from work on Sunday 
morning..."

Oh No.

"He got really mad. He wanted to know where I'd been. 
When I wouldn't tell him, he only got madder."

Oh David.

"When he was done with me, he locked me in my room. 
He... threatened to really hurt me. I'm scared of him. 
I think he's crazy. So I jumped out the window. I 
didn't know what else to do but come here."

"You did the right thing David," I hugged him close to 
me. We held each other for a long time. I realized that 
he was crying. I realized that I was too.

I got him out of his clothes and into the shower. He 
seemed a little embarrassed to be naked in his current 
state. He had a nasty collection of scratches and 
bruises- he said he fell through a bunch of tree 
branches when he jumped out his second story window- 
and there were ugly red welts across his ass, thighs, 
and lower back. But it didn't seem like there was any 
permanent damage done, and when he got out of the 
shower, wrapped modestly in a towel, he looked a world 
better.

"I can't go back there," he said simply.

"You don't have t,o" I said. "You don't ever have to go 
back there. You can stay here until we get you your own 
apartment. It'll be ok. You're going to be alright."

"Thank you Jenn," he said.

"Think nothing of it" I replied "There's benefits for 
me too," I ventured a little smile. "Can I get you some 
hot tea?"

"That would be great," he said, still standing in the 
middle of the room. "I'm exhausted."

I stepped into the kitchenette and put water on for 
tea. Soon I had two cups steeping with herbal tea and 
honey. That made two of us who were exhausted. I was so 
glad that he was alright, so glad that he was here and 
safe in my apartment. I carried the two steaming mugs 
back into the living room.

I was mortified. David was standing with his back to 
me, watching the computer screen. The movie that I had 
paused before was playing again with the sound still 
turned down. The pretty girl (prettier and slimmer and 
younger than me) was still butt-fucking her sexy 
boyfriend with her big blue strap on dildo, and he was 
still loving it.

David must have heard me. He turned around. "Do you 
think that's hot? Do you think that's sexy?"

Oh My God, I felt terrible. Dirty. I'd never told 
anybody about my porn habit. Porn isn't for girls, it's 
for guys, or at least that was what I'd learned growing 
up. Oh, he'd have found out eventually. But I really 
hadn't wanted it to be tonight. And I hadn't wanted it 
to be that particular movie.

"Yes," I said miserably. "I think that's really hot. 
Sexy."

"Really?" he asked. "Me Too."

"Are you serious?" The girl on the screen had her 
boyfriend on his back and she was sliding her silicone 
cock in and out of his asshole while she fondled his 
very erect dick. He was loving it. I knew (from prior 
viewings) that he was about to spurt all over his 
stomach and that this would set her off, moaning and 
groaning and grinding herself onto the base of the 
strap-on; and this was usually when I timed my own 
orgasm to occur.

"Would you do that to me?" he asked. His right eye was 
still black and swollen, and the right side of his face 
was still puffy, but he looked miles better than he had 
when he had walked in my door.

"Only if you wanted me to."

"And what if I wanted you to?"

I looked hard at him. "Are you serious?"

"Are you?" The girl on the computer screen was coming, 
a real orgasm as far as I could tell, breasts flushed 
and bouncing, grinding herself deep into her already 
spent boyfriend. 

"I've got one of those things" a strap-on harness I 
meant "But I've never actually used it."

"So... do you wanna...?"

Oh My, Yes I did!

We ran- yes, ran- into the bedroom. The pink towel had 
fallen from David's waist, revealing him in his 
beautiful nude state. His smooth cock was already hard. 
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I fished 
out the harness from the bottom drawer where I kept my 
toys. 

"Is that really going to fit?" he asked, eyes a little 
wide.

"Well we'll see," I said as I fumbled with the straps, 
feeling faintly ridiculous, "We'll make it real 
slippery and I'll be really gentle."

His dick was really really hard. I had him get on his 
hands and knees on my bed. He looked incredibly hot, 
incredibly lewd like that; ass thrust up in the air, 
cock pointed straight down at the bed. I could feel my 
own joy juice running down my thighs.

"Is this normal?" he asked me.

"No, I don't really think it's very normal," I said, 
"But I think it's really hot."

"Me too!" he said, wiggling his bottom invitingly. I 
clambered up onto the bed, my fake dong wagging 
comically. There were angry red stripes across his pale 
ass cheeks from where his dad had beat him which looked 
both sad and disturbing, and disturbingly sexy. I 
parted his ass cheeks with one hand and stuck my tongue 
deep into his dark male nether region.

I loved licking his ass, and I loved the reaction I 
got. With my hand wrapped around his throbbing dick, I 
stuck my tongue as far as I could get it up his 
asshole. He moaned and wiggled. His cock was drooling 
precome. I licked his dangling balls, licked is 
asshole, licked his crack, licked all over him. His 
anus was winking with desire, and I didn't think I 
could stand to wait one second longer. I inserted one 
wet forefinger. He was super tight. His asshole 
clutched my finger the way a 2-year old clutches your 
hand when you help her walk downstairs. "Oh My God Ms. 
T! That feels so good!" 

I let my finger slide out with a little pop. "I want to 
fuck you David."

"Please..."

I smeared lube generously all over my purple cock. It 
suddenly seemed outrageously big. I had had it up my 
own ass (of course, I AM a pervert after all!), and it 
stood to reason that David's butt was at least as 
accommodating as mine, but his little butthole looked 
so tiny and vulnerable. I vowed to stop the moment he 
seemed to experience any discomfort.

"Please..." he repeated. He was spreading his own butt 
cheeks apart for me. I positioned myself behind him, 
running my slippery dick up and down his wet crack. 
"Please..."

Carefully, very carefully I aimed the head of my 
realistically shaped dildo at his puckered hole. I 
nudged forward experimentally. He moaned and pushed 
back at me. His asshole opened up and swallowed the end 
of my dick. I was in heaven!

"More!" he groaned through gritted teeth, "Fuck me 
more." I carefully pushed a little more into him "Oh 
Jenn it's so good. I love you fucking my ass!"

Every time I thrust forward, the base of the dildo 
bumped against my super-engorged clit, sending a 
shockwave right through me. Every time I thrust 
forward, the dildo slipped a little bit further up 
inside his teen-age body. Eventually my pubes were 
pressed right up against his tight little ass.

"Fuck Jenn! Oh Ms T! I think you're gonna make me come! 
Fuck me harder, please fuck me!"

I obliged him. I was SO right on the edge of my own 
humongous orgasm. I wrapped one hand around his dick, 
grabbed a fistful of his hair, and started humping him 
as hard as I could. My thighs protested, but it was 
totally worth it! He was screaming, I was pretty sure 
with pleasure, but to tell you the truth at that moment 
I didn't really care because I was busy coming all over 
his fine fine ass.

We were both glowing when I finally gently extracted 
the dildo. He had shot come all the way up to his chin! 
As soon as I had the harness off, he rolled me onto my 
back, climbed between my legs, and licked me to another 
delicious orgasm. After that he was hard again (being 
sixteen and all), and I sucked his dick until he came 
in my mouth. After that, we slept together, long and 
hard and peacefully, cuddled up like spoons.


9.

Our story didn't end there of course, although that 
seems like a pretty good place for me to leave it. I 
helped David find an apartment and a better job, and he 
graduated from high school and went on to college and 
then grad school and then a career as a journalist. We 
were lovers for a while, and then we weren't for a 
while, and then we were kind of lovers again, and then 
we were just friends. Friends who sometimes fucked like 
crazed weasels. 

I had it out with David's dad. It was a Saturday, and I 
was helping David move his stuff (what little he had, 
he didn't really own very much stuff) into his new 
apartment. I had sent David out with my car to get some 
kitchen and bathroom stuff, when I saw the beat-up 
primer-gray Toyota pickup pull into the apartment 
complex and park by the pool.

I screwed up all my courage, and walked straight up to 
the bearded little man who got out of the truck. "You 
must be David's father?" 

He was spitting with rage. He called me a bitch, a 
whore, a Jezebel and a temptress. He demanded I 'render 
the boy from thy filthy clutches'. I'm not kidding. It 
was scary, but it was also surreal, and I had to fight 
back the urge to laugh in his face.

When he paused to catch his breath, it was my turn. 
Turning on my pest parent-teacher-conference voice, I 
told him that if I ever saw David again, I wouldn't 
hesitate to shoot him. I told him that as a feminist 
and a modern woman, I carried a handgun with me at all 
times and that I knew how to use it. (Lies, outright 
lies.) I told him to get back in his truck before the 
cops showed up. I told him that I knew what he had been 
doing to David, and that if he didn't want the police 
called on him, he'd better get his skinny ass back in 
the truck. 

My bluff worked. Seething with rage and shame, he slunk 
back into the truck and drove away. We never saw him 
again: I guess he just wrote David off as a hopeless 
sinner. I was afraid he might get the school board or 
the police involved, but I guess that just wasn't his 
style. I drove by the house a few weeks later and it 
looked abandoned.

I didn't tell David that his Dad had come by, but I did 
let him fuck me up the ass, probably damning him to 
another eternity in hell in the process. But I sure 
enjoyed it, and I didn't hear any complaining from 
David.

Sometime in January, David started dating a girl in his 
class, which made me a little sad, but happy for him 
too. And anyway, it was a new semester, and I had a new 
crush. This time it was a plump little girl named Emily 
who sat in the front row of my Modern Poetry class.

END

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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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