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The Pedo Files - 3
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)
***
As an author myself, I found that many stories on the
Internet of men with young girls seemed improbable. I
posted a message on a pedophile discussion forum and
asked men to give me real accounts of how they came to
have sex with young teen girls. I then published these
stories. Part 3 is the story of how a twenty-two year
old male, discovered that teaching High School is one of
the best ways to meet young girls for sex. (Mf, ped,
1st, mast, oral)
***
Part 3 – The High School Teacher
My name is Paul and I am 22 years old. I always wanted
to be a teacher. I have liked helping people my whole
life and enjoy teaching others new things. I went to
college and studied education to become a High School
Teacher.
Most of you have probably seen those rare stories on the
news about the High School Teacher having sex with a
young female student.
What is amazing is that these stories are so rare since
actual sex between teacher and student is not that rare
at all.
I learned this once I was in the profession. I never
realized I was attracted to young girls until I got my
first job teaching Freshman English Classes at Central
High School in California.
The first week of classes was a real eye opener. I never
knew how provocative schoolgirls dressed nowadays.
Although my students were only freshmen, they dressed
like the older girls I saw in clubs.
As freshmen most of the girls had reached puberty. They
seemed intent on dressing to show off their developing
bodies.
When they weren't in tight jeans showing off their round
firm butts and camel toes, they were in miniskirts,
flashing their panty-covered crotches as they sat at
their desks.
Their tops alternated between the braless tube top, the
braless crop top, and the braless low cut tee - braless
being the operative word.
For the first time in my adult life I started to look at
fourteen-year-old girls, as sexual creatures. I took
lots of pictures, supposedly for an end of year slide
show when in truth they were for my masturbation
fantasies.
I was enjoying my fantasy world. Little did I know it
would soon become very real...
***
In the second week of school, I started to notice a girl
named Kelly. Kelly was fourteen-years old and had long
brunette hair. She was very pretty and had a nice figure
with B-cup breasts. She was very intelligent yet quiet,
almost shy. I also noticed she had a lot of creativity.
Besides me teaching, I was also the freshman class
sponsor. My first task was supervising the Homecoming
float. Knowing that Kelly was so creative, I asked her
if she could help design the float.
Three days later she submitted an idea. The student
committee loved it and asked her to join them to help
build the float.
A group of students and myself worked every day at night
to build the float in an old barn outside of town. Kelly
was one of the group. I watched her, fascinated by her
ability to give directions and execute her plan.
I also watched her because of her short/shorts and tank
tops.
I was both physically and mentally attracted to her,
even though we hardly ever talked.
As sponsor, I drove a whole group of students home each
night. As it so happened, Kelly's home was the last one
on the route. I had the opportunity to talk to her one-
on-one a lot. She was a very deep thinker for a
fourteen-year old and I found we had many of the same
philosophical views about life.
It was a shame she was fourteen and I was twenty-two.
Kelly became less shy around me and started hanging
around after class to talk.
After working one night, Kelly was again the last one in
the car after I dropped off everyone else.
"Would you like to get some coffee with me?" I asked.
She agreed and we stopped at a local cafe. Helping her
out of the car, I took her hand. It was very innocent
and she let go as soon as she was out. We talked for
quite a while and then I dropped her at home. Before she
got out she leaned over, said thank you, and gave my leg
a little squeeze.
That became our pattern for the next week. We had coffee
before dropping her off. However, our physical contact
got a little friendlier. She started holding my hand all
the way into the cafe, put her hand on my leg, when we
were driving alone, and started hugging me goodnight.
We finally finished the float the night before the
parade. After I dropped the last student off, I asked
Kelly if she would like to have coffee at my place
instead.
She immediately said yes and we drove to my apartment.
We went in, I showed her around the place and then made
us some coffee.
As we talked, I sensed that she was sad.
"What's wrong Kelly?" I asked.
"Well it's just a shame," she said.
"What's a shame?" I asked.
"It's a shame that we can't be with each other or go out
with each other," she answered. "I like you so much. We
have so much in common. You get me."
"Kelly, I'm glad you feel that way. I feel the same. But
I don't know what we can do about it?" I said, taking
her in my arms and hugging her.
We held each other for quite a while, not talking. I
felt the warmth of her body as her soft breasts melted
into me. She probably felt my hard penis pressing into
her.
We stayed that way a little longer, and then, after a
short sweet kiss, I drove her home. Even though we
didn't do anything, the die was cast and the line was
crossed.
***
The next night was even more difficult. It was the
Homecoming dance and I was one of the chaperones. I
watched Kelly, who came alone, just standing around
longing for someone to dance with.
She was wearing a very sexy dress. It was bright red and
very short. It had a halter top, which showed off her
braless B-cup breasts quite nicely.
As she sat down to adjust her shoes, I studied her
shapely legs.
Toward the end of the night I saw her go into the
hallway to use the restroom. I slipped out after her,
capturing her attention and pulling her into a vacant
classroom.
We could still hear the music from the gym, so I asked
her to dance.
We pulled each other close and swayed to the music. Her
breasts felt really soft against me and she was grinding
her pelvis into my crotch.
"I wish we could be dancing like this out there in
public," she said.
"Me too," I agreed. "Meet me at my car, after the
dance."
After the dance, as I was sitting in my car in the dark
part of the parking lot, the passenger door opened and
Kelly slid in.
We didn't say a word to each other and just like two
high school kids, started to make out. Unlike our first
kiss, these kisses were passionate, open mouth, French
kisses.
Our breathing got very fast and shallow and my penis got
extremely hard. I felt her hand, which she usually put
on my upper thigh, slide up, and rest on my penis. She
didn't squeeze or rub it; she just held it there.
Feeling this, I got bold. I put my hand on her upper
thigh. Sensing no resistance, I slid it higher and more
to the inside, yet not going all the way up to her
panties.
When I did this, she slid her body forward so that my
palm rested on her crotch. I didn't rub since she wasn't
rubbing me but I could feel how hot and moist her
panties were.
After ten minutes of making out, Kelly left to meet up
with her parents who were picking her up.
***
I found myself in a real dilemma. I was starting to fall
for a fourteen-year old and one of my students. It
wasn't sex, we hadn't done anything yet and it wasn't
love, it was too soon.
This was one of societies biggest taboos yet it didn't
feel wrong to either of us.
We decided that we shouldn't repress our feelings but
agreed we had to use extreme discretion. Luckily we got
to see each other every day at school. We kept our
conversations about schoolwork when we were around
others. We could sometimes sneak a hug or kiss in my
office when no one was around.
I had a hard time concentrating when she was in my
class.
I would wait in the hallway just to catch a glimpse of
her.
She often wore tight tee shirts with no bra. Her nipples
would poke out leaving little to the imagination. I
think she wore these just to tease me.
We had to be creative for our other encounters.
Oftentimes we would use my car, after nighttime
activities like games or clubs. That usually resulted in
just heavy make out sessions although we started to get
more touchy/feely. These always had to be cut short
because of her rides.
Then we figured out a way to spend weekend time in my
apartment. Kelly started accepting more invitations to
parties. After staying just a little while, she would
come over to join me. Her parents never checked and this
usually gave us two of three hours together.
We tried to use this time to do what normal dating
couples would do. But instead of going out to the movies
we would rent one on pay-per-view. Instead of going to a
fancy restaurant we would get take out. But the best
part was, instead of having to make out in the car, we
had a whole apartment!
Like I said, our sessions were starting to get more
intense. Whereas in the car, I only felt her breasts
over her clothing, in here I finally had the privacy, to
slip my hands under her shirt. As I felt her bare
breasts, I was always able to make her nipples expand.
We also got bolder when it came to below. While I used
to rub her over her panties, once in the apartment, I
started pulling the crotch off to one side and fingering
her bare pussy. Kelly too started reaching inside my
underwear and rubbing my erect penis.
One evening while in the throngs of passion, we decided
it was time to see each other naked. I stripped first.
She was so fascinated finally seeing my eight-inch
penis, she couldn't keep her hands off it.
I then stripped her. I slowly pulled her tube top off
and got a good look at her B-cup breasts. They were so
cute I gave each nipple a little kiss.
Then I pulled off her shorts and came down to her
panties. They were plain, white cotton, French cut
bikinis, my favorite. They make a girls' hips look so
sexy.
When I pulled them down I got the real treat. Her pussy
was the most perfect I had ever seen. She had medium
plush outer lips with just a thin coating of brown pubic
hair. The protrusion of her clitoral hood poked out the
top, pointing its way down to the treasure.
I wanted to put my mouth right on it and eat her out but
we were not to that point in our relationship yet. We
had not even had sex. She was only a freshman.
As we lay down making out, our naked bodies pressed
against each other, her breasts against my chest, her
bare pussy, now against my penis. As we rubbed each
other that night, I brought her to her first orgasm at
another's hand and she pumped me until my semen coated
her inner thigh.
At this rate we knew we would be ready to go "all the
way" soon and were just waiting for the right time. I
ordered some birth control pills online, had them
delivered to my apartment, and Kelly started taking
them.
***
The right time finally came when Kelly was invited to a
sleepover. She went for an hour and then excused herself
to spend the rest of the night with me.
When she arrived I was ready. I had a candlelight dinner
waiting with her favorite romantic music playing. We
even had wine, but only a little. I didn't want the
alcohol to influence her behavior.
After dinner Kelly excused herself and went into my
bedroom and told me to wait. After a while she called me
and I got quite a surprise.
She was in my bed, naked covered only by the sheets.
Taking the hint, I stripped naked and slid in beside
her. We melted into each other.
We opened our mouths and kissed, tasting each other's
tongues. Our hands wandered all over each other's
bodies.
It was obvious we were ready. It was obvious we were in
love. I centered myself over her and felt my hard penis
up against her pussy. As I pushed forward, it pressed
against the opening, which was blocked by her hymen.
I wanted to be gentle so I pushed slowly. My penis went
into her about an inch, stretching her hymen with it. I
continued to push in another half inch and then I felt
myself break through. Kelly looked at me with a tear in
her eye and then put her open mouth over mine, giving me
the most passionate kiss ever.
While she was doing this I slid all the way into her.
After pausing a moment, I started to pump in and out,
with slow, steady strokes. She felt so good I wanted it
to last.
I had had sex before but it never felt like this. Her
fourteen-year old pussy was not just tight; it was hot,
smooth, and silky. Her pussy walls surrounded my shaft,
stimulating it, like a thousand tiny fingers.
Soon I sped up and those pussy walls started clenching
and unclenching my penis as she started to orgasm. It
felt sooo good I could not last and shot the biggest
load of semen I ever had, deep into her pussy.
When I pulled out, I watched a hot cream pie drip onto
my sheets. It would not be the last load of the night.
We made love all night long; in every position we could
and even tried oral sex.
After a mellow morning "quickie', we took a shower
together to wash away the evidence of our passion. Kelly
then got dressed, to return home from her 'sleepover'.
***
Kelly and I were together secretly all through high
school. After she graduated we wanted to make our
relationship public. I knew, however, even though she
was over eighteen, society would never stand for it if
they knew she was a former student.
We decided to move to another state and I got a job at
different school.
Surprisingly now, everything was OK. No one batted an
eye seeing me with an eighteen-year old. Everyone was OK
since no one knew she was a former student. You can rest
assured; all hell would have broke loose if they knew
the truth.
Oh the hypocrisy.
More accounts to come...
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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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