From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Teacher's Aide (Mf, teen)[1/2]
Date: 27 Jul 1996 22:17:50 GMT

			    Teacher's Aide
			       Part One

	"Would you people get quiet?" Mr. Anthony yelled for the
fourth or fifth time during the same seventh period U.S. History
class. They were unruly again as they almost always were, here near
the tiring, irritating end of yet another tiring, irritating school
day. He had tried yelling and cajoling and bribing, but nothing had
worked with this group all year long. He finally gives up trying to
explain Reconstruction and tells the students to work on their
homework assignment for the rest of the period.

	As had become his habit in this, the worst of his classes, Mr.
Anthony glanced over to the one part of the room where he's sure he'll
see one friendly, attentive face. He drinks in Robin's face for as
long as he dares, noticing as he does that she's actually trying to
get the kids around her to be quiet so that she can get some homework
done. The teacher leaves his eyes on her just a second too long,
though, and Robin looks up at him and catches his eye. She beams her
biggest, sweetest smile when she sees that he's watching and shrugs
her shoulders as if to say, "I can't get them to be quiet either."
It's a scene that has repeated itself over and over again this school
year, because this entire section of U.S. History seems to be
populated entirely with assholes with the single exception of the
pretty, brown-haired sixteen-year-old.

	It's finally, mercifully over. The bell rings and the kids
zoom out, again with the only exception being Robin, of course. As is
her habit very nearly every day, Robin comes by Mr. Anthony's desk and
says, "See ya tomorrow." He smiles up at her, feeling a little uneasy
at the same time that he appreciates her trying to be so genuinely
friendly. He does his best to stare off into the middle distance after
she turns and starts walking out, but he finds his gaze invariably
drawn back to her. He intently watches her firm, youthful (if a bit
wide) ass as it sways back and forth while she walks out into the
hallway. No more kids will bother him today. Eighth period is a
planning period for him, which, after one of his usual days, often
means a collapse-on-his-desk period so he has energy enough to drive
home after school.

	"Thank God, the end of the day," Mr. Anthony's groans softly
to himself when Robin's ass disappears out his door while he rubs his
temples to try to relieve some of his daily dose of tension. He knows
that it's very, very dangerous for him to think this way about one of
his female students. It's the single quickest way to leave the
teaching profession early nowadays with sexual harassment on
everyone's mind. Of course, all teachers did it, both male and
female. The clothes that the kids wore - that their parents LET them
wear! - were just too damn provocative and revealing for any normal
human not to at least look at them, either down the front of a low-cut
blouse or up a too-short mini-skirt, or, for the female teachers, at
the conspicuous bulges in the front of male students' sweat pants or
jeans. "The problem," Mr. Anthony thinks, with a tired sigh, "was not
to let yourself dwell or fixate on a student, no matter how hard they
tried to get you to sometimes."

	Robin had been trying her best to get him to do just that for
weeks now. He had become convinced quite some time back that he wasn't
just flattering himself by thinking that a cute girl half his age had
the hots for him. She had convinced him. Some of the attempted
flirtations by sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds were so obvious as to
be laughable. Hell, the thirteen- and fourteen-year-old ninth graders
who he taught had tried it, too. The obvious ones were so obvious that
they were easy to push aside and resist.

	Robin, on the other hand, was doing everything as properly as
could be done. No winks or over-enthusiastic brushes against him
amongst the hallway traffic. No silly compliments about his tie or the
clothes he wore. She was much more subtle than that, and that was what
worried him.

	He was afraid that she might be serious about him, and even
more afraid that he wanted her to be serious.

	He had taught Robin earlier, and, back then - when she would
have been about thirteen or fourteen - she was just another one of the
troublemakers, yapping constantly and doing everything she could think
of to actually keep from working. In other words, she was a pretty
typical high school student and in no way attractive to an adult. But,
between her freshman and junior years, some sort of metamorphosis had
taken place. He had noticed it from nearly the first day of the new
school year. She was attentive; she studied; she did her homework, and
her grades showed it, too. She was running on the borderline between
an "A" and a "B" whereas in the ninth grade she had always been
hanging between a "D" and an "F". He was thrilled about that part of
her transformation. The part that scared him was the fact that when
she dropped by his room during his free periods or stopped in after
school to talk to him (which she had made a habit of doing at least
once almost every day) she actually sat and talked with him like an
adult. No giggling, no preening - none of that stuff.

	When he was with Robin, Mr. Anthony found it very easy to
imagine that he was talking to someone ten years older if he blotted
out for a moment how she looked and who she was. He tried hard not to
do that, but found himself doing it more and more often though it
worried him immensely.

	She had even taken to coming in her study hall - this period
in fact - and doing grading and stapling and other chores for him. He
kept thinking that he shouldn't let her do it, but she was so damn
helpful - and fast and hardworking - and he was so bogged down in
paperwork that he kept letting her do it. And, found himself feeling
more and more pleased each time she showed up in his doorway for
whatever reason.

	"Speaking of that, I wonder where she is today?" he thought, a
frown passing over his face at the thought of not seeing her outside
of class.

	He caught himself thinking that way and harshly reminded
himself that she was young and had better things to do, and then went
about grading his own papers, trying mightily while he did to keep an
image of her gently swaying butt from intruding on his thoughts.

	By the time that Mr. Anthony finally gave up on grading
papers, the janitors had already bumped through and were gone for the
evening. He sat and listened for a few minutes. The building was
perfectly quiet. He supposed that it must be one of those rare
evenings when there wasn't some sort of meeting going on in the
building. He took a quick glance out the window at the parking lot,
and, sure enough, his was the only vehicle in sight. "Hell, it's
5:45! No damn wonder everyone else is gone," he thought sarcastically,
"they're all gone home to family and all that happy horse shit."

	He looked down at the mass of tests still to be graded, and
decided that the grading would go much more smoothly if he was home in
his little apartment with his feet up and a Margarita on the stand
beside his chair than it would here in this stuffy little classroom.
With that in mind, Mr. Anthony began to gather up his materials, but
stopped a moment later in complete surprise when he heard a light
tapping at the door to his room and then the sounds of someone trying
to turn the doorknob. "Well, who the hell is that?" he thought
grumpily, readying himself for more aggravation. "There must have been
someone else here after all and probably some silly ass who wants to
yap and keep me here even later," and, then, as the doorknob kept
rattling insistently, "Goddamn janitor must have locked it when he
came through." He got up and went over to open it for whatever teacher
was crazy enough to be working this late.

	Actually, he usually locked it himself when he was working
this late because there were a few of his older male students who,
while they'd never have the nerve to jump him in public, might just
talk themselves into trying if they caught him here alone. That
thought brought him up short for a moment, and he hesitated in opening
the door.

	"Who is it?" he called through the locked door instead of
saying, "Hang on, I'll be there in a seconds," as he had been about to
say.

	"It's just me," said the quiet, female voice from the other
side of the door. Instantly, the teacher's heart began pumping blood
faster as he recognized Robin's voice. He was so surprised that he
froze for a moment, but, before he allowed himself to think of too
many reasons why he shouldn't, Mr. Anthony reached out and opened the
door for her.

	Robin was still wearing the same clothes that she had worn to
school that day. Something else that Mr. Anthony had noticed about
Robin this year was that she was dressing much more neatly and taking
greater care about such things as her makeup (though she didn't wear
much) and her hair. As a freshman, she had come to school quite often
looking like she had just rolled out of bed. What she had on now was
much more indicative of the "new" Robin.

	The sixteen-year-old had on a bulky, pullover sweater which
hid the fact that she had rather small breasts (Robin wore such
sweaters often enough that Mr. Anthony would have been willing to bet
that she was a bit ashamed of the fact that her chest hadn't developed
the same way the rest of her body had). With that, she wore a pleated
skirt that came up to just above her knees. The skirt was cut so that
her hips (which she probably thought were too wide) didn't look quite
so full and was short enough that her smooth, creamy legs were still
readily visible without being so short (as many teenage girls' skirts
often were) that she looked slutty or downright silly as some of her
classmates did. And, she had on the faintest hint of perfume. It was
something light and very nice. The scent wafting into Mr. Anthony's
nostrils was just strong enough to make him breathe in deeply in spite
of his fears. It also made him want to get closer and rather than
being so strong and cloyingly sweet that it made him gag instead - as
was also the norm with female teenagers. Her hair was worn loose and
pulled back behind her ears and was just long enough so that the
bottom of her light brown hair barely brushed against her shoulders
when she turned her head from side to side. In other words, Robin was
dressed in a smart, classy, very adult manner. It was something that
Mr. Anthony couldn't help but notice, though he had tried mightily to
do just that.

	"Well, hello there, Miss Varick," he said as she walked past
him into the room. "What in the world are you doing at school this
time of day?"

	He tried to make his voice as calm and as matter-of-fact as
possible, and immediately felt sure that he had failed miserably.
Robin didn't seem to notice though, walking quickly up to his desk
while he closed the door (after a nervous peek outside to make sure
that the hallway was empty), and plunked down in the position she
always occupied when she dropped by during a free period or after
school - the desk right in front of his teacher's desk, sitting so
that she faced him when he sat behind his desk.

	"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. A, you were about to leave weren't you?"
Robin said when she noticed his half-loaded briefcase as Mr. Anthony
circled around her and sat down behind his desk.

	"Ah, well, I guess, but I'm in no hurry," he answered with a
smile, wondering even as he said it why he didn't take the easy way
out of this situation that she had just offered. "You didn't answer
me. I'm stuck here grading papers, but you're gotta have better things
to do than hang around school three hours after it's let out for the
day. So, what gives?" he asked again with a gentle smile. Robin had
relaxed and slumped down more comfortably into her desk as soon as Mr.
Anthony had told her he was in no hurry, but she tensed up again,
sitting straighter in her seat, when he repeated his question.

	"Oh, it's my folks again," she said, trying to make it sound
like it was no big deal at all. Robin had told Mr. Anthony earlier in
the year that her mom and step-father fought a lot, but she had passed
it off as not being that bad. He had suspected at the time that it
was, and her presence here tonight confirmed his suspicions. "I just
didn't feel like listening to them scream at each other any more so I
left and was out walking around and, well, I came by here and saw your
light on and that your car was still here. So, here I am," she
finished with a brave smile, and Mr. Anthony smiled back at her.

	"Okay, fair enough," he said, and was relieved to see her body
visibly relax again.

	"Thanks. I don't want to be a nuisance," Robin added.

	"Nah, you're not a nuisance," he answered with a grin,
relaxing a bit himself. "You can hang out as long as you like. Well, I
mean, you can hang out `til I leave. I wouldn't think that you'd want
to spend the night locked inside the school." Robin giggled at that,
making her eyes sparkle as they always did when she laughed, and those
sparkling eyes made Mr. Anthony's heart skip a beat or two again as he
joined in her laughter.

	"For that matter, I wouldn't want to spend the night here
either!"

	That made Robin laugh even harder, and both of them chuckled
quietly for several seconds before stopping; both student and teacher
considerably more at ease now than they had been a few minutes before.

	In order to keep himself from just sitting and gawking at her,
as he would have loved to do, Mr. Anthony started grading tests again,
figuring that Robin would get tired of watching him and leave fairly
quickly.

	"I like hanging out with you," she spoke quietly a few moments
later, destroying the little concentration he had regained.

	"I, uh, well, yeah, I like having you here," he sputtered
back, not sure at all how to answer a statement like that - not safely
anyway.

	Robin's face lit up with another wide smile when he said that,
making Mr. Anthony wonder if it been the wrong thing to say.

	"Good!" Robin said and then suddenly hopped up, walked around
the desk and bent down to look over his shoulder at the test he was
trying unsuccessfully to grade. "Can I watch you grade tests?" she
asked sweetly, placing her hands on the desk beside him and supporting
herself on them. From this distance, her perfume drifted back into Mr.
Anthony's nostrils, providing very nearly more stimulus than he could
stand.

	With a start, he felt the beginnings of an erection swelling
in his pants.

	"S-s-sure," he stammered, sounding more like a frightened
teenager than Robin. Mr. Anthony was thankful that she made no sign
of noticing how nervous he was even if she had. As she leaned over his
desk, with her left breast no more than ten or twelve inches from his
mouth, Mr. Anthony only managed to mark three or four more questions
before giving up and leaning back in his chair. The shift helped with
two things. It got his face a safer distance from Robin's chest and
gave her no further excuse to lean over. Robin, however, didn't let
that bother her as she turned to face him again, leaning back against
the edge of his desk with her butt.

	"You know, it's, well, I'm not sure it's a good idea for you
to be up here," he finally got up the nerve to say haltingly as he put
his hands behind his head and tried his best to look calm. As soon as
the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them because the girl's
pretty face clouded with a frown. "I mean, I really like having you
around, it's just, well, you know people in a little town like this
would talk if they knew you were up here alone with me," he hurriedly
added.

	"Oh, I know Mr. A," she answered cheerfully; the smile
returning to her face just as quickly as it had vanished. "That's why
I was extra careful before I came into the building. I didn't think
the doors would be unlocked, but they were. So, before I came inside,
I made extra sure to look around to see if anyone was in any of the
other rooms or across the street who might see me," she explained
proudly. Her words made Mr. Anthony's heart race even faster. She had
checked to make sure no one would know she was alone with him?! He
could barely believe his ears and couldn't decide whether to be
terrified or thrilled with the news.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Teacher's Aide (Mf, teen)[2/2]
Date: 27 Jul 1996 22:18:29 GMT

			    Teacher's Aide
			       Part Two

	"So, don't you worry, Mr. A," she went on, smiling down at
him, "nobody knows I'm here but me, and I would never, ever say
anything to get you into trouble."

	"Well, uh, okay, I mean, uhhh, I know you wouldn't do that,
Robin," he finally managed to stutter out as he felt sweat pop out
onto his forehead despite the fact that the room was rather cool from
the evening air softly blowing through the open windows. He was so
nervous that he proceeded to do something that he always did when he
was tired or nervous or both.

	Rather than say anything else at the moment and make himself
sound even more edgy, Mr. Anthony began stretching his neck, rotating
his head from side to side, trying to loosen it up and give himself a
chance to regain a little composure.

	"Oh, I bet your neck is killing you!" she cried
sympathetically, and, before Mr. Anthony could even begin to react,
Robin hopped up off the edge of his desk, scooted around behind his
chair, and began rubbing at the base of his neck with her warm, soft
hands. It was as if an electric current passed through his body at the
touch of her fingers, and Mr. Anthony jerked involuntarily.

	"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Robin asked with her voice
full of concern and immediately stopped rubbing.

	"Uh, unh, no, it's okay," he answered in a barely audible
whisper.

	"Oh, okay," she said happily and went back to massaging his
neck with what turned out to be surprisingly strong fingers. It felt
wonderful, but Mr. Anthony knew it was crazy to let her keep doing
this. It was crazy to let her touch him at all, considering how badly
he wanted her. He knew that the longer she kept this up, the more
trouble he was going to have controlling himself, but still he let her
continue.

	"God, your neck is stiff as a board!" Robin said with a laugh
as she began to really dig in with her fingers. "Poor Mr. A with all
these silly tests to grade. It's no wonder your neck is killing you.
You gotta get more rest and relax some," she gently lectured while she
continued the massage. By that point, Mr. Anthony could only grunt
happily in the affirmative. Her fingers were doing wonders for his
neck and his disposition.

	She worked on him for another ten or fifteen minutes, and he
let her.

	Then, she gave him one final, soft squeeze and stopped but
left her hands on his shoulders so that her fingers remained in
contact with the bare skin of his neck.

	"Now, how was that? Feeling better?" she asked, leaning over
to look down at his face. Mr. Anthony turned to look up her with a big
smile on his face before answering.

	"That was absolutely wonderf... " was all he got out of his
mouth.

	Between Robin bending forward and his turning his head toward
her, there remained only a scant five or six inches between the lips
of teacher and student. That was way too close. Robin acted as if she
had a powerful magnet implanted in her lips and Mr. Anthony's lips
were made of solid iron, so quickly did she cover the remaining
distance between them, smothering the rest of what her teacher was
going to say with a kiss.

	It wasn't a wild, animalistic kiss, but more of a firm,
passionate one.

	But, it still left nothing to the teacher's imagination as to
what it was intended to convey.

	Robin pressed her soft pink lips to his, without nibbling or
opening her mouth, but neither did she lighten the pressure. The
teacher, desperately trying to breathe through his nose and think at
the same time, found the thinking part much harder to do. He found
that his lips, seemingly moving of their own accord, began kissing
Robin back. And, the two of them began nibbling at each other's lips
as their kissing became more and more and more passionate.

	Moments later, Robin pivoted her body and slid down into Mr.
Anthony's lap, and he didn't do a single thing to stop her. He gasped
softly into the sixteen-year-old's mouth as her luscious ass pressed
down onto his erection. It was a bit painful for him to begin with,
but the soft warmth of her cheeks rubbing and chafing against his cock
more than made up for that. Then Robin reached up and wrapped her arms
around her teacher's neck without ever breaking her lip-lock on his
mouth, and Mr. Anthony hugged her warm young body tightly against his
own.

	By that point, the pair, acting more like two novice
youngsters than a sixteen-year-old and a thirty-two-year-old, had
begin exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, wrestling and
sucking and plunging as they mouth-fucked each other. Both were
terribly frightened, but neither was about to call a halt to what they
were doing.

	Mr. Anthony was frankly amazed at how well the young girl
kissed which made him feel a bit less guilty about what he was doing.
Robin certainly wasn't inexperienced - at least not at kissing. He
might even have gotten himself back under control and pushed her away
or perhaps have kept his indiscretion to merely kissing but for what
the teacher felt next.

	He was surprised that the front of his pants was beginning to
get damp, and his surprise changed to amazement as he realized what
was causing it. His nostrils confirmed what his sense of touch was
already telling him. Robin was so wet that she was soaking right
through his pants as well as her underwear! That realization did it
for any thought of turning back.

	Mr. Anthony pulled his lips away from Robin's but not to stop
kissing her. Oh, no. He merely began licking and kissing and nibbling
his way across her face, underneath her chin and then down her neck,
which made the youngster lean her head back and moan softly. He
continued kissing her throat, moving back and forth from ear to ear,
periodically returning to her soft pink lips.

	"Oh God, Yes!" Robin moaned, nearly delirious. "Yes Mr. A!
Mmmm, ungh! Mmmmmm, God, how I've wanted you to do this to me! For so
damn long! Mmmm!"

	Mr. Anthony could feel the front of his trousers getting
wetter and wetter and could smell Robin's sex enticing him. He began
to move his hands over her body while he kissed her, rubbing her back
and massaging her small breasts through the fabric of her sweater
while his hunger for her grew.

	"Please Mr. A! Please do me! Please!" Robin moaned into his
mouth while he pinched one of her hard nipples between his fingers.
"Doing" Robin was exactly what Mr. Anthony had in mind. His passion
had completely overwhelmed his self-control.

	"Yes! Yes Robin!" he panted against her neck as his hands
groped her breasts. The youngster reached down with one hand and
pulled her sweater up around her neck in response to his fondling, and
the teacher suddenly found his hands grasping firm, young flesh. Mr.
Anthony leaned over and sucked his young student's left nipple between
his lips, hungrily nursing on the large pink aureole. The girl had
small breasts, not much more developed than the chest of a boy, but
her little tits were soft and inviting and beautiful with their large
pink nipples (now wrinkled and hard in erection) and were decorated
with a healthy sprinkling of freckles.

	"Oh God yes!" Robin gasped, grabbing a handful of the older
man's hair to hold onto while she tried to grind her tits even harder
against his sucking, nibbling mouth. The teacher sucked both nipples
voraciously, but finally her moaning and the smell of her wet cunt
were too much to ignore.

	He had to have her - now!

	Mr. Anthony slid to the front edge of his chair - no small
feat with 140 or 150 pounds of wet, wiggling teenager in his lap - got
his legs under him and stood up far enough to plop Robin's ass onto
the edge of his desk. He moved his hands to reach for her sex, but his
young student was even what Mr. Anthony was doing to her, she leaned
back on the desk, propping herself up on her elbows, and spread her
legs wide for her teacher to come inside.

	"Do me Mr. A! I want you in me! Do me now!" she grunted,
sounding almost like an animal in heat instead of a human. Mr.
Anthony's nostrils flared again as he got an even stronger whiff of
Robin's pussy juices when she spread her legs for him.

	He leaned forward and yanked his student's skirt up around her
waist, ready to rip her panties off if he couldn't get them down fast
enough, but what he found both shocked and delighted him. Staring back
at him, looking absolutely delicious, was Robin's bare, glistening
mound. Mr. Anthony looked up at Robin and found her grinning down at
him.

	"I didn't think I'd be needing my panties for long so I took
`em off downstairs and stuck `em in my purse," she said with a sly
smile.

	"Hurry up and do me Mr. A - before I explode!" she added
emphatically, and her teacher needed no further urging.

	Mr. Anthony leaned forward and rammed his face as tightly as
he could right into the young girl's sex-slimy twat, making Robin
grunt happily.

	"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Robin began grunting rhythmically as the
older man began to explore every nook and cranny of her young, tender
pussy with his tongue and fingers. Mr. Anthony couldn't believe how
delicious she was as he parted her slick cunt lips and took a long,
slow slurp all the way down her slit. His young student's pussy had a
nearly transparent covering of soft brown hair that did nothing to
hide the beauty of it - or to impede his eating it! Her fat, pouty
outer lips shone and glistened with juices, and Robin was so aroused
that the bright pink interior of her slit was visible even without
having her teacher spread her lips.

	Robin's vagina was incredibly tight, Mr. Anthony soon
discovered, as he had to really work to get his tongue inside her very
far at all. And, he was barely able to get a second finger inside her
despite her wetness.

	"Oooooooo, God, yes, suck it!" Robin squealed every time her
teacher came anywhere near her hard little clit, and he was more than
happy to oblige. Only the third or fourth suck on Robin's clit made
her nubile young body jerk and spasm in her orgasm. Mr. Anthony paused
for a moment, thinking that she might want to catch her breath, but
his student kept urging him on, pumping her cunt into his face, so he
went right back to eating her.

	By now, Mr. Anthony's hard-on was almost unbearable. He had to
do something to get some relief for himself, but again the young girl
was already ahead of his thinking.

	"Do me Mr. A! Please stick your cock in me! Please!" Robin
begged; her voiced was filled with yearning. Even had Mr. Anthony been
strong enough to resist otherwise, the sound of Robin's sweet voice
begging him to fuck her would have sent him over the edge in
uncontrolled lust. He stopped eating her for the moment and stood up
between her widely spread legs. Those same firm, luscious legs that he
had admired so many times in class and in the hall, so beautiful
despite the tiny amount of baby fat they still carried.

	He was so damn nervous that he fumbled with his belt buckle
and zipper for several seconds, so Robin came to his rescue again. She
sat back up, gave him a quick kiss and then reached down, deftly
unfastening his belt and pants button and then unzipping him. Nervous
as he was, even Mr. Anthony could take it from there, and he yanked
his trousers and shorts down in a single movement.

	His rock hard cock sprang free of the confines of his clothing
like a rocket trying to launch from Cape Canaveral, standing straight
out stiffly at attention and pointing exactly where it wanted to go -
straight at Robin's slimy little cunt.

	"Ooooo, Mr. A, what a pretty cock!" she cooed and then reached
down to wrap the fingers of one hand around his shaft. Mr. Anthony
felt as though another bold of electricity had shot through his body
when Robin touched his penis, and he was afraid for just a moment that
he might cum all over her without even getting his cock inside her,
but it was just his excitement. While Robin gently stroked his shaft
for a few moments, he calmed down just a bit and realized that he
hadn't cum yet. He watched, utterly fascinated, as Robin smiled at him
and then slid slowly off of the desk top. After her feet touched the
floor, she bent her knees and squatted down so that her face was at
the same level as his cock.

	"I think we can arrange that," he says with a grin. So, at his
instruction (he's surprised to find that Robin has never done this
before), the two of them wrap up in a 69 on the bed with the young
girl on top. As seems to be the norm with these two, after a long,
delicious spell of eating and sucking at one another, both of them cum
at nearly the same instant; Robin floods Mr. Anthony's face with new
juices, and Mr. Anthony shoots a healthy load of sperm down his
student's throat. Both do their best to swallow every single drop.

	"God, that felt so nice," Robin coos after they untangle and
are cuddling again on the bed. "Having your mouth on my pussy while I
had your cock in my mouth! Mmmmmm, that was so good!"

	"I can't believe you haven't done that before," he replies,
kissing her forehead as he does.

	"Heck no, Teach!" she replies with a giggle. "It's almost
impossible to get high school guys to go down on you. Not if they
think they can get fucked without having to do it." Both of them laugh
over that for awhile and snuggle closer; their bodies molding into one
as they lie there quietly for awhile, enjoying the feel of their
chests rising and falling against one another as they breath deeply
and contentedly.

				    * * *

	Mr. Anthony surprises himself and delights Robin by managing
to fuck her twice more that Saturday. He loses his erection the second
time before he can cum, but Robin is so well-fucked by then that she
doesn't care. Mr. Anthony has never been with anyone in his life who
made his feel this horny and this virile. And, of course, Robin has
never been with a man who attended to her needs as well as her teacher
does.

	When they weren't fucking, the two lovers spent a good part of
the rest of day softly slurping and munching on each other. Mr.
Anthony lost count of how many orgasms Robin had, but he knows that it
was a lot.

	They even curl up on Mr. Anthony's couch and watch TV together
for awhile with Mr. Anthony thinking giddily to himself several times
while they do, "Saturday TV is so much more enjoyable with a naked
sixteen-year-old curled up next to you."

	After one last fuck at about five o'clock, it's finally time
for Mr. Anthony's hot student to head for home.

	"Well, I gotta get home, Teach," Robin says reluctantly,
punctuating her sentence with a couple of gentle sucks on Mr.
Anthony's flaccid penis.

	"I've got to shower and cook and all that crap," she adds,
reluctantly pulling herself away from him and moving over to where her
clothes are still piled up on the dining room table.

	"Well, you could just take a shower here," Mr. Anthony says
with a wide grin, and his student grins right back at him. Take a
shower they do.

	Mr. Anthony can't manage another erection, but he sure manages
to do a fine job of eating Robin's pussy in the shower while he scrubs
her down.

	She orgasms again before he finishes getting her clean,
spasming on his face as he kneels between her legs with the warm water
running over their bodies.

	They finally get Robin dressed (with Mr. Anthony stopping her
long enough to kiss several important portions of her anatomy, of
course, including her well-satisfied and still-buzzing pussy).

	"Thanks for the study session, Teach," Robin says with a grin
as she adjusts the straps on her bra.

	"Sure, anytime," Mr. Anthony answers with a grin and leans
over to take one last slurp up Robin's pink slit before she pulls her
panties on and pulls down her dress.

	"Mmmmm, Mr. A, you sure as hell know how to eat pussy," she
purrs.

	"So, I hope it'll be okay if we do this every Saturday or
Sunday that my devilish grin, knowing the answer to that one well
enough already. "As long as I'm careful about being seen, of course?"

	"Oh yeah, it'll be way more than okay, Honey," her teacher
assures her with a big grin as he hugs and kisses her once more before
she leaves.

	"Well, that is just dandy," she purrs, reaching down to cup
Mr. Anthony's dangling balls. "I'll just leave my leftovers here then
for next time," she adds, inclining her head toward the pile of unused
condoms on the table. "You just make sure you keep a couple in your
briefcase in case I need some, mmmm, emergency help after school one
day."

	"Sure thing Robin. They'll be right here waiting for you, and
I'll keep AT LEAST two in my briefcase," he answers with a grin. The
two say goodbye, and Robin slips out the door just as quickly and
quietly as she had slipped in ten hours earlier after making a quick
check out the apartment's windows to make sure no one was watching the
door.

	After the sixteen-year-old dynamo is safely out the door and
disappears down the back stairs, Mr. Anthony collapses onto his couch
with a sore dick and a goofy, satisfied smile on his face, still
unsure of what's he's gotten himself into but damn glad that he has.