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Janet, Junior High Editor
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)

***

Janet, the 13 year old Editor of the Junior High 
school newspaper, gets more than just advice from her 
faculty sponsor. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, oral)

***

My name is Jack Harkin. I am 24 years old and single. 
I am 5 feet, 10 inches tall with a medium build. I 
teach at a suburban Junior High School and also serve 
as faculty advisor to the school newspaper. 

The student editor was a girl named Janet. Janet was a 
13 year old eighth grader. She was an above average 
looking teen, about 5 feet, 6 inches tall, brown eyes 
and redish-brown curly hair. Janet had a typical young 
teen body, flat and straight. Her breasts were nice 
emerging B-Cups. Her legs were long and smooth. She 
was also the most intelligent and mature eight-grader 
in her class.

At first the relationship between us was quite 
teacher/student professional. She would approach me 
during the day with newspaper questions, sit next to 
me, in the circle, at weekly staff meetings, and only 
hold work sessions when a number of other student 
staff members could be there. She also dressed in 
typical Junior High garb, jeans and a tee shirt. 

As the school year went on, Janet's behavior started 
to change. She started to wear more dresses and 
skirts, that were often on the short side. The tops 
she wore were tighter, as if to show off her growing 
breasts.

Some of her questions to me were more personal. She 
asked things like - did I a have a girlfriend, or what 
did I like to do on dates, etc. I always felt the 
relationship and conversations between teacher and 
student should be strictly professional.

We had weekly staff meetings. At these, the whole 
student newspaper staff sat around in chairs in a 
circle and talked about assignments and the upcoming 
issue. I noticed Janet had moved from my side, to 
sitting opposite from me at those meetings and at the 
same time she started wearing more dresses and skirts. 

From this vantage point, she afforded me an 
unobstructed view of her legs and thighs. At times she 
would shift, uncross, and spread her legs, giving me a 
good view of the panties beneath. I tried to 
concentrate on the meetings, but found myself 
constantly glancing over, trying to catch another view 
of those silky thighs and beyond. Sometimes I caught 
her staring back at me. 

The work sessions, dedicated to laying out the 
newspaper were becoming even more uncomfortable. What 
used to consist of five or six student members, 
dwindled down to just her and I. Oftentimes, while I 
was at the computer, she would lean into me from 
behind, on the pretense of pointing out something on 
the screen, and press her braless, B-Cups into my 
back. 

When she sat at the computer in tight skirts, the hem 
would often ride up well above her thighs, revealing 
the fabric on the crotch of her many different colored 
cotton panties. One time, I don't think she even wore 
her panties for I detected the hint of a reddish-brown 
bush as she typed away on the keyboard. I was in an 
almost constant state of arousal around Janet. 

Once, when we accidentally bumped into each other face 
to face, body to body, I swear she could not only 
feel, but enjoyed, my eight inch erection digging into 
her pelvis, for she didn't immediately move away. 

Yes, she was a student, and under my charge, but I was 
having a hard time viewing her as just that anymore. 

As it so happened, our newspaper was given an award, 
by the Junior High Student Newspaper Association, in 
the category of Outstanding Student Editorials. Janet, 
being the editor, was asked to make two workshop 
presentations at the annual Spring conference on the 
topic of "How To Make School Changes Using The 
Editorial Process." 

This year's conference was at a large Hotel/Conference 
center nearby in a neighboring suburb. As faculty 
advisor, I was to accompany Janet to the conference, 
introduce her at the workshops, and generally 
chaperone the thirteen year old to keep her out of 
trouble. We didn't need to book a room since this 
year's conference was in our backyard.

On Saturday, I arrived with Janet at the conference. 
She was wearing a short pink cotton sun dress with 
black babydoll shoes. She looked like a living Lolita. 
The first thing we did was register, get our name 
tags, and packets. We were told that Janet's 
presentations were spread out, one at 9:00am and the 
other at 4:00pm. 

Janet was exceptional at presenting the workshop. She 
held the attention of the student audience, answered 
all their questions, and completed the session within 
the allotted 45 minutes.

As she finished and we gathered up her presentation 
materials, I said, "Now what. Which sessions do you 
want to attend before you have to repeat this at 
4:00?"

"To tell you the truth Jack. I mean Mr. Harkin," Janet 
answered, "I'm feeling kind of weak and queazy all of 
a sudden. I don't think I can do another workshop. I 
need to lie down and rest. Is there any place here to 
do that?"

"I saw some lounge chairs in the lobby," I said, 
"maybe you can rest there?"

"Oh, I think that would be weird," Janet said, "do you 
think there would be any way to get a room for a few 
hours?"

I did not know if this would be a good idea, yet I 
knew I was responsible for her and wanted her to be OK 
for the afternoon presentation, so I told her I would 
see what I could do.

I returned a little later, holding a key card in my 
hand.

"We're in luck," I said, "They have many rooms left, 
and I got the conference rate. It's room 222." 
(Ironic, since that was the name of a teaching show, 
where the lines were often blurred between teacher and 
student, many years ago.)

As we walked to the elevator, Janet was standing much 
closer than before and leaning into me quite closely. 
She grabbed onto my arm as if to steady herself as we 
walked. 

Once at the room, I unlocked the door and we both went 
in. It was a typical hotel room, with one king sized 
bed and other appropriate furniture. I removed the bed 
spread and pulled back the sheet.

"OK young lady," I said, "Lay down and get some rest. 
You've got another workshop ahead of you."

"I don't want to wrinkle my dress," Janet said. "turn 
around Mr. Harkin."

As I turned around, she began pulling the dress over 
her head. Little did she know, or maybe she did, that 
I could see everything through the reflection in the 
mirror on the wall. I saw that she did not have on a 
bra once again. Her breasts were even larger and 
nipples more pert, than I had imagined under her many 
thin tops. She had on pink, cotton, bikini panties 
that matched her dress. And I could not help admire 
those long legs leading up to the silky thighs which 
framed the cotton crotch of her panties.

Once undressed, she kicked off her shoes, scooted 
under the sheets, and said, "You can turn around now 
Mr. Harkin."

"Ok, I'll let you get some rest." I said, as I started 
to leave.

"No, don't leave," she said, "I don't want to be here 
alone."

"OK," he said, as he sat down in the chair next to the 
bed, "now get some rest."

With that she closed her eyes to nap. She was a rather 
restless sleeper, and before long the sheets slid off 
her down to her ankles. She turned around landing on 
her back.

I could not help but stare at the luscious body of 
this 13 year old. Her breasts were the size of plump, 
ripe peaches, and just as succulent I imagined. I came 
closer and sat on the edge of the bed. The cotton 
fabric of her pink bikini panties pretty much hid the 
treasure of her crotch. However, I could detect the 
outline of her pussy through the panties. Her pussy 
lips seemed to be full and protrusive. She had what 
some might characterize as a significant "cameltoe".

After a little while she stirred and her eyes opened 
up. She made no attempt to pull the sheets back over 
her.

"Hey what's going on Jack?" Janet said.

"I think you shouldn't be calling me Jack." I said.

"I think you shouldn't be sitting here staring at a 
half-naked little girl." Janet shot back.

"I don't think there's anything little about you." I 
replied.

"Wow, are you saying you consider me a big girl now," 
she said, "Jack, it's about time. I've been trying to 
get you to notice me all year."

"Oh I noticed, I just didn't let on that I did, nor 
act on it." I said.

"Well then, I guess the time to act would be now!" she 
exclaimed, as she reached up, put her arms around me, 
pulled me close, and gave me a hot, wet passionate 
kiss.

I knew this was wrong, I knew I could lose my job, I 
knew I could go to jail, but really now, when does one 
ever have the chance to be with a nubile, 13 year old 
junior high coed? I threw my arms around her and 
kissed back, thrusting my tongue deep into her open 
mouth.

While we were doing this, I reached over and began 
caressing her breasts. She sighed loudly as my fingers 
massaged the nipples, causing them to get hard and 
rise to attention.

Then, all of a sudden, Janet pulled away. 

"This is hardly fair," she said, "I'm almost naked and 
you still have all of you clothes on."

"That's easily fixed." I said, and I removed 
everything but my jockey shorts. My eight inch penis 
was hard and formed a huge tent in my shorts.

"Oh my, what do we have here?" Janet said. "It looks 
like someone's happy to see me. You know I've never 
seen a grown man's thing before. May I see it?"

"You may, and it's called a penis, by the way." I 
said.

With that I pulled off my shorts and she got the first 
glimpse of my eight inch penis.

"Oh wow, it's so big, and thick," she said, "I think I 
need to examine him closer."

She reached over and clutched my member around the 
base. Then she felt all of it, up my shaft to the 
head, squeezing it tightly. As she did this, she felt 
a few drops of waxy fluid leak out the tip. She 
couldn't believe how something could be so hard yet 
feel so soft at the same time. 

"Speaking of fairness," I said, "I've never seen a 13 
year old 'thing'. May I see it?"

"Yes you may." she said, "and it's called a pussy."

"Actually vagina," I said.

"I know silly," Janet replied, as she hooked her 
thumbs in the waist band and slid off her panties.

She then lay down and spread her legs wide. "It's your 
turn to explore now," she said.

The view was even better than I imagined it to be 
beneath the fabric. There was a full bush of reddish-
brown pubic hair, covering a puffy, plush set of pussy 
lips. I could detect a thin coating of moisture, just 
covering the slit. At the top of her slit was the 
hood, housing her clitoris, which was not yet peeking 
out.

I rubbed my finger up and down her slit, transferring 
the lubrication from front to back. Then I did 
something I just love. Using both hands, I grabbed 
each pussy lip with my thumb and index finger, and 
spread them as wide as I could. This gave me a 
spectacular view deep inside her pussy. The walls of 
Janet's pussy were pink, smooth, moist and deep. I 
used one hand to keep her pussy open while I rubbed 
the palm of my other hand inside, on her walls, 
savoring the hot silkiness of her inner womanhood. 
Janet must have liked this too, for she was moaning 
and rocking her hips. After massaging her inner walls, 
I took my middle and index fingers and pushed them all 
the way in.

"Hey, I don't feel a hymen." I said.

"Tampons." she answered. "I'm still technically a 
virgin." 

Thank God, I thought. I wanted her to remember the 
pleasure not the pain of her first time.

As I continued to finger her, I decided to try one 
other thing. I put my face between her thighs and 
started to lick and suck around the area of her 
clitoris. It wasn't long before the hard, pink button 
popped out beyond the protective hood. My lips clung 
tightly around the erect clitoris, and my tongue 
licked the tip in a circular motion. This was too much 
for a little 13 year old pussy to take. She screamed 
loudly, and her body bucked wildly, mashing her pussy 
against my mouth. When this happened I could feel a 
release of fluid, which I lapped up greedily, and an 
aroma, sweeter then the most expensive French perfume.

"Wow." Janet said, "I never felt anything like that 
before. But I want more. I want it all. I want you Mr. 
Harkin."

"You mean Jack don't you?" I said. 

With that I gathered her back into my arms, lay 
completely on top of her, and pressed my chest onto 
her breasts. The contrast between the soft mounds and 
hard nipples was fabulous. She spread her legs and I 
dug my crotch into hers, rubbing my penis against her 
soaking wet pussy. She then surprised me by reaching 
underneath, grabbing my penis, and placing it firmly, 
not just at the entrance, but actually into her hot, 
wet pussy hole. It took only the slightest lunge 
forward then, to bury it all the way to the hilt. 

I stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to 
the feeling of having me inside her. Then I started to 
pump in and out slowly. Janet looked up at me with an 
expression of abandon.

I continued to pump, although faster now, 
nevertheless, with long deep strokes. This virgin 13 
year old seemed to love the feel of the first penis 
inside her. Her hips again moved upward to meet my 
every movement, her breathing deepened, and her moans 
grew more frequent. Then her whole body began to shake 
and her pussy muscles contracted. The feeling of her 
hot pussy walls squeezing my hard shaft pushed me over 
the edge. I felt the unmistakable tightness in my 
balls, telling me I was about to release my biggest 
load ever. 

Not wanting to get her pregnant, I started to pull 
out. She, however, reached up, grabbed my butt, and 
held me in, pushing me all the way down. I couldn't 
help but empty my hot, creamy love juice deep into her 
pussy. 

Barely able to speak, Janet whispered, "Don't worry, 
it's a safe time, I'm supposed to get my period 
tomorrow." 

Janet then lifted her face up and gave me a deep 
passionate kiss.
 
"Oh thank you, thank you Jack," she said, "I wanted 
this for such a long time."

I didn't say it, but so had I. 

I stayed inside her until my penis went limp. As it 
popped out, the flood of semen dropped onto the 
sheets.

We then both rolled over and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I was awakened from a light sleep, 
with an amazing feeling coming from by crotch area. As 
I looked up, I saw a 13 year old naked Janet, with her 
mouth completely engulfing my flaccid penis and 
sucking.

"Hey shouldn't we get ready for your afternoon 
workshop?" I asked.

"We've got plenty of time," she said, "besides, when 
are we ever going to get a chance like this again?"

I couldn't argue with that, so I just laid there and 
enjoyed.

The suction of her hot, wet, mouth was doing its job. 
My flaccid penis soon expanded to its full eight 
inches. This was helped by her tongue simultaneously 
licking the underside of my shaft, from the base to 
underneath the head. When I thought I just about 
couldn't take any more of this, she stopped. 

She scooted up over my body, squatted, and positioned 
her pelvis over mine. Without using her hands, she 
wiggled her splayed open pussy over my hard penis and 
pushed her whole body down. I feel first the head, 
then my entire penis sink into her still wet pussy. 
Janet began to rock up and down as I began to pump in 
and out. 

The moisture from her juices combined with my previous 
fluid, left the walls of her pussy feeling sticky and 
spongy, creating a grip on my penis, tighter than ever 
before. Soon our thrusting increased and I felt her 
whole body stiffen up and then release in yet another 
powerful orgasm. Surprisingly, I did not shoot my load 
with that, having cum a few hours earlier.

Janet climbed off of me and noticed I was still hard. 
Seeing this, she slid her head back down between my 
legs and popped my hard penis back into her mouth.

She resumed, where she had left off, sucking me deeply 
and licking my shaft. Although the feeling in her 
pussy was tight, the suction of her hot, little mouth 
caused me to discharge my second load of cum of the 
day, into her mouth. As she struggled to swallow it 
down her throat, a good quarter of the load leaked 
out, between her closed lips and my penis, leaking 
onto her cheeks and chin. As she removed my penis from 
her mouth, she used her fingers to scoop up the excess 
cum from her face, drip it into her mouth, and 
swallow.

I was beginning to wonder just how innocent this girl 
was. 

With that is was time to go. We took advantage of the 
room and grabbed a quick shower together, each 
cleaning each other's bodies', then put back on our 
clothes, and left for the workshop.

Janet completed the session, as she did the morning 
one, although she seemed distracted at times as her 
eyes caught mine.

I drove her back to the parking lot at school where 
her parents were waiting and thanked me for taking 
care of their daughter. If they only knew! 

Working with Janet the rest of the year was torture. 
We never had the opportunity to hook up again. Her 
short skirts, tight tops, and casual body brush ups, 
drove me crazy, since I could not act on them. Nothing 
in my life would ever compare to that one afternoon we 
had together in April.

Unfortunately when the year ended, she left to go on 
to high school.

I did, however, see her one more time. Two years 
later, while at another student newspaper conference, 
I caught sight of her walking in the hotel lobby, arm 
in arm with an older man, who appeared to be her 
faculty sponsor.

I wondered how he would advise her this day...

THE END			

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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 system.
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