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X To The 2nd Power, Plus Y Equals Titties
by Ricky Manchild (address withheld)
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I cop a lot of feels during math class. (mf-teens,
youths, nc)
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I flunked algebra in the ninth grade. At the beginning
it was so boringly simple that I stopped paying
attention. By the time it became difficult, I had
fallen too far behind to catch up. I got transferred
into a general math class, which I figured was for
fuckups. I guess I qualified.
When I went to class for the first time, the only seat
available was in the last row, left-hand corner. I
thought it was the ideal spot, because I was closest to
the door.
I quickly became bored with crap like 8 7 = l4, so I
started to scope out the rest of the class. Most of the
other students were familiar to me, as it was a small-
town school where the same bunch of kids had been
together for years. In the seat right in front of me
sat a girl named Linda, whose soft-looking complexion
and nice blouse full of goodies had caught my eye.
During a terminally boring session I decided (or just
went on autopilot) to see how far I could go with her
in class.
I mean, what could they do, flunk me again? While the
teacher wrote formulas on the board, I slid forward in
my seat and slid my hand between Linda's arm and her
side. If worse came to worse and she yelled, I would
just play dumb, which I seemed to be qualified for. To
my amazement, she didn't move at all. I rubbed my hand
up and down her side, and then got bolder and slid my
hand further around to the front, cupping her left
titty and giving it a soft squeeze. No reaction. My
heart was racing and my cock was throbbing. I must have
held her titty for 10 minutes.
I could feel her nipple, hard as an eraser. I gave it a
few pinches, and Linda squirmed in her seat. Then the
fucking bell rang, and I had to walk out holding my
books over my cock to disguise my monster hard-on (all
5 inches of raging meat.) I didn't speak to her, or
even look her in the eye. Anonymity has its virtues, I
guess. Maybe she wouldn't know who sat behind her.
The next day, I wasn't sure what to expect. I got to
class and took my usual moron seat in the back. I
expected Linda to show up wearing a cast-iron blouse,
but instead she was wearing an angora sweater outside
of her slacks. As soon as good old Mr. Whats-is-name
turned to the board, I put my hand back between her arm
and her side, to see how she would react. She moved her
arm away from her side, giving me plenty of groping
room. To my surprise, I felt no bra under the sweater.
HOT DAMN!!!!
I immediately got a raging boner, and decided to go for
broke. I reached down to her waist and slipped my hand
under the bottom of her sweater. I was soon feeling the
amazing contact of warm, bare flesh against my hand. I
slid my hand upwards and forwards and soon felt the
swell of her naked titty, nipple hardening against my
palm.
I gently gave her some massage, taking the nipple
between my thumb and index finger, and milking her like
I would a cow, if a cow would let me and had quarter-
inch teats. Linda was really squirming in her seat, and
I wondered what else I could do in class. I mean, there
was no way I could get my hand between her legs,
especially since she was wearing slacks. What to do,
what to do.
When the bell rang, I managed to fumble around with my
books until others had left. When Linda walked out, I
walked behind her and leaned forward to whisper in her
ear. "Wear a skirt tomorrow."
I hoped she heard me and would do what I asked, but I
would not have been surprised if she didn't show up at
all. I mean, why would a 14 year old girl go along with
such dirty, perverted, gross ideas, unless she liked
being felt up in class?
When I got to class the next day, Linda was sitting
primly in her seat, wearing a full pleated skirt. When
everyone else seemed to be paying attention to the
teacher, she raised up in her seat and flipped her
skirt back behing her butt. I might not have been the
smartest guy in that class, but I wasn't a total boob,
either. I reached forward and slid my fingers under the
back of her skirt, and felt nothing but bare ass. I
could finger the crack, and gradually pushed my hand
further under her.
She raised up just enough to let my fingers slide under
her bare cheeks, and then sat back down on my hand. I
could feel the lips of her pussy surrounding my middle
finger, and when I curled my finger up, it slipped
right into her wet cunt. I couldn't thrust in and out
of her, but I really enjoyed feeling her hot, wet pussy
on my finger.
She flexed her pussy muscles and gripped my finger, and
I moved it back and forth to stimulate her as much as
time and space would allow. I could see a flush rising
up the back of her neck, and she made a few noises that
gave me a thrill. By the time the class was about over,
I had pulled my wrinkled finger out of her pussy and
sucked it clean.
Out in the hall, I took Linda by the arm and led her
into a corner of the hallway. I told her I wanted to
pay her a visit some time when she would be home alone.
She looked me right in the eye and said, "Whatever
for?" I guess she figured there was no way to get
pregnant in class, but home alone would be another
matter entirely.
I settled for whatever I could get, and spent the
balance of the semester with my finger in her tight
little pussy.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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