"Would you people get quiet?" Mr. Anthony yelled for the fourth or fifth time
during the same 7th 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
16-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
16- and 17-year-olds were so obvious as to be laughable. Hell, the 13- and
14-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
overenthusiastic 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 13 or 14 - 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 10 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.
"Teacher's Aide" part 2...
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 horseshit." 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 16-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 got to 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.
"Teacher's Aide" part 3...
"Sssure," 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 10 or
12 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. "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 10 or 15 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 16-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 16-year-old and a 32-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.
"Teacher's Aide" part 4...
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 faster and more anxious than he was. As soon
as Robin realized 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.
"Teacher's Aide" part 5
"Oh my, yes! Oh yes, Robin!" he gasped as the 16-year-old leaned her head
forward and slurped about four inches of his fat cock into her lovely mouth,
skillfully sliding back the thick foreskin with her teeth as she inhaled his
shaft. He reached out a hand and began stroking her hair which was just about
all he was capable of doing, other than breathing, as Robin began sucking his
cock just as well or better than anyone he'd ever been with before. And, all of
those women had many more years of experience than this youngster had. She
sucked him deeply but gently, and, after a few moments of exquisite pleasure,
she pulled her mouth off of his dick and stood back up. "Mmmmmm, you're so
tasty!" she cooed after giving her teacher a big kiss on the lips, "but I don't
want my favorite teacher to cum just yet. I want you to fuck me first! I want
you inside me with that big cock!" she said quietly but emphatically. Mr.
Anthony was barely able to grunt and nod in response. He would have done
anything the young girl told him by that point. He was a bit surprised when,
after yanking her sweater the rest of the way off, freeing her small breasts
entirely, Robin turned her back on him and lay down on her belly across his desk
with her feet still on the floor. Surprised yes, but boy did it give him a grand
view! Robin's skirt was still gathered up around her hips so her teacher had a
clear view of the luscious ass that he had admired on so many occasions in
class. The teenager's ass was wide - but NOT fat! Her cheeks were firm and
creamy and luscious with well-defined globes of freckled flesh. While he was
admiring the view for a moment, Robin slid her feet wider so that her crack
opened and her tiny pink asshole as well as the bottom of her pussy slit came
into view. Both holes glistened with moisture from her earlier orgasm, and Mr.
Anthony was left breathless by how beautiful she was. "Do me Mr. A!" she
repeated, looking back over her shoulder at him and suddenly looking much more
serious than she had. "You can do me any way you want to! I'm yours!" she added,
making his heart leap with lust. "God yes, I want you, too!" he grunted and
stepped forward. Both student and teacher grunted loudly as the thick,
uncircumcised head of Mr. Anthony's cock bumped into the slimy lips of Robin's
nearly virginal cunt. He reached out and grabbed her luscious thighs with both
hands and began pulling himself forward - into her hot, drooling sex. "Unghhhhhh!"
the young girl groaned as her tiny vagina tried to stretch and expand to take
her teacher's large pecker inside it. She ground her body back against his,
trying to swallow up every inch of his cock with her pussy. "God," thought Mr.
Anthony through his lustful haze, "she's so tight that it's like trying to drive
my cock though a board!" After several seconds of pushing, the teacher had only
managed to insert his thick cockhead into her hole, and he stopped there for a
moment or two, letting her cunt muscles relax some, before pressing forward
again. "Awwwww, mmmmmmm!" Robin cried breathlessly, mewling like a cat, as Mr.
Anthony slowly stuffed his hard cock into her tiny cunt centimeter by centimeter
until he finally had about four inches of his vibrating tool inside her. There,
he stopped again, needing to catch his breath while he enjoyed the exquisite
sensation of his young student's pussy grabbing and sucking at his cock, but
Robin wasn't ready for him to stop. "Mr. A! Stop screwing around and screw me!"
she grunted emphatically, turning her sparkling brown eyes back on him. "I want
it all! Fuck me! Fuck me with your whole cock! Do anything you want to me!" she
cried with a desperate hunger in her voice. And, as if to underscore her
request, the 16-year-old began to push her ass back against her teacher, trying
to engulf even more of his cock with her cunt. "Bbbbut, I don't want to hurt
you!" Mr. Anthony managed to gasp out breathlessly, still holding his cock
steady at the four-inch mark. "I don't care! I don't care! Fuck me Mr. Anthony!
Fuck me!" Robin cried, humping her ass harder against his cock now, and Mr.
Anthony completely gave up on trying to control his lust. He took a quick, deep
breath and shoved himself forward, catching Robin's ass and pussy coming back
toward him, and imbedded all seven inches of his hard rod into the girl's tiny
pussy! "Ahhhhhh! Arghhhhh! Ungh!" Robin squealed and grunted breathlessly as her
teacher's cock slid all the way home, stretching her young cunt well beyond
anything she had experienced before. He was so deep inside her that she could
feel his cock hair tickling the crack of her ass. "Oomph!" went Mr. Anthony as
he expelled a lungful of air when his cock slid home all the way inside the
youngster, wedged in tighter than he would have imagined a dick could get wedged
inside a pussy. Robin's vagina sucked and squeezed and massaged his pecker. He
had never felt anything like this before, had never felt anything so wonderful!
He only paused a second or two to enjoy the sensations, though, because he was
way past ready to give his student the fucking that she wanted. He gripped
Robin's hips firmly with his hands and began to yank his cock back out of her
amazing cunt. It was no easy task. Her pussy didn't want to give up what it had
wanted inside it so badly. But, finally, with a loud sucking sound as if some
vacuum seal had been broken, Mr. Anthony's cock moved, and he was able to pull
it back so that just the thick head was still inside the young girl's twat.
Then, he plunged in again shoving all seven inches back inside Robin at once,
and she squealed loudly - whether in delight or in pain or a combination of the
two, he couldn't tell. And, he was so crazed with lust that he really didn't
care at that precise moment. All that mattered to him right now was his cock and
her cunt and fucking it just as hard and as fast as he could. Robin's squeals
and grunts gradually subsided in volume but kept pace with her teacher's
stroking in and out of her cunt. She seemed perfectly content to let him ram and
stretch her cunt all night long. "Unghhh! Unghhhh! Unghhhhhh!" her grunts
lengthened as Mr. Anthony regained a bit of control and began using longer and
slower but even more emphatic strokes into the young girl's twat. Her grunting
was interspersed with an occasional "Fuck me!" or a "Shove it in me!" but, for
the most part, Robin was so into getting fucked that she could only grunt
incoherently. That was more noise that Mr. Anthony had the energy to make,
though. He was fairly amazed that he hadn't cum all over the place yet as hot as
Robin had gotten him, but he was beginning to get that tell-tale tingling in his
cockhead which told him it wouldn't be much longer before he did.
"Teacher's Aide" part 6 (final)...
Suddenly, Mr. Anthony stopped dead still with his dick firmly planted all the
way up to his balls in his student's hot, tight cunt as the realization of his
impending orgasm triggered another, more serious thought. "Robin honey, are you
on the pill?" he asked, holding his cock absolutely still inside her, willing
himself not to cum yet. "Oh, ooo, no, Mr. A, ummmm, ahhh," she answered slowly,
looking back over her shoulder at him, still wiggling her ass against his
pelvis. "Just be really careful, ummmm, ahhh, when you're about to cum." "Well,
yeah, we don't want you getting pregnant, Sweetheart," he answered; his brow
still creased in a frown. "Ummm, oooo, just pull it out when you're ready, ummm,
to, ah, cum," the brown-haired cutie grunted, "'cause, mmmm, ah, I want to suck
you dry, ahhh, ooo, anyway." Mr. Anthony nearly blew his load right up inside
her just from the mental image Robin put in his head of her swallowing his cum
down her sweet throat. It was something he'd fantasized of doing to Robin many
times but would never have asked her to do. "Uh, okay honey," he grunted
quietly, beginning to slide his cock in and out of her ever so slowly again,
trying to make this absolutely awesome fuck last as long as he could. "Oh, God,
yes! Fuck me Mr. A! Fuck me hard!" Robin wailed, making the teacher immediately
go into overdrive with his cock strokes again. Even after all this, though, he
was still taken a little by surprise by the teenager's next shouted command.
"Spank me, Mr. A! Slap my ass so I can cum!" Robin cried plaintively, grinding
her ass harder and harder back against the older man's long, hard strokes.
"Please spank me!" Mr. Anthony shook his head, still not quite believing that he
was hearing such a request from a 16-year-old, but finally decided to give her
what she wanted. He slowed his stroking down again and took the open palm of his
right hand and slapped Robin lightly on her pale, freckled ass cheek, making a
barely audible, "smack". He immediately felt the young girl's cunt grab onto his
cock even tighter than it had before, and he had to fight to regain enough
control not to cum inside her. "Harder, Mr. A. spank me harder!" she cried
breathlessly, so he did it. "Smack!" cracked his palm against her ass, hard
enough this time to leave bright red finger marks on her pale skin, and the
effect on the girl was miraculous. Mr. Anthony gasped out loud a split second
after slapping Robin's ass as her cunt seemed to try and pinch off his cock
inside it, and he felt her body begin to shake and spasm as she shot over the
edge into orgasm again. "Oh, God, I'm cumming" the teacher shouted, loosing
control entirely. He had just enough presence of mind to yank his twitching cock
out of Robin's tight pink hole barely in time to spew the first long splash of
jism across her ass cheeks and up her bare back, luckily with only a drop of two
getting on her bunched-up skirt. Robin, hearing her teacher call out, moved
speedily despite her own body's shaking and writhing and managed to turn and
kneel very nearly in time to catch the second splat of cum in her mouth. She
just missed, though, and the sticky white glob splattered on her forehead and
splashed up into her hair. Robin got the next one, though, wrapping her lips
around the head of Mr. Anthony's spewing cock and sucking and swallowing
mightily, draining every single drop of her teacher's sperm down her throat,
while Mr. Anthony could only stand there, trying to keep from hyperventilating
and barely able to reach down and stroke his pretty student's hair while she
continued to suck his cock magnificently. "Damn! That was great!" she whispered
softly, taking her teacher's cock from between her lips for a moment to speak.
"You're telling me!" Mr. Anthony answered breathlessly, softly running his
fingers through Robin's hair while she went back to work, gently slurping on his
rapidly deflating cock. "Oh, Darling, I'm sorry that I got stuff all over you,
but I came so damn fast!" Mr. Anthony apologizes when he sees the strand of
sperm on Robin's forehead and in her hair. "Hehehe, hmmmm," she giggled, after
kissing the tip of his penis once more, "I don't mind having your cum on me. I'd
take a bath in it if I could Mr. A!" That said, Robin reached up with one finger
and wiped the jism off of her forehead and then sucked it off her finger. "Damn,
you're delicious!" she says, grinning and smacking her lips. "So are you Honey,
so are you!" Mr. Anthony answers sincerely. "Ooo, damn! I gotta get outa here
and get home!" the 16-year-old exclaims when she glances up at the wall clock.
"Hang on while I run down to the ladies' room and get the rest of this off of
me." Mr. Anthony has to grin as he watches the young girl race for the door,
with one hand clutching her sweater and purse, and the other one holding her
skirt up around her waist so that it doesn't get any more cum on it. He sighs
and smiles contentedly as he watches her bare ass cheeks and tits wiggle and
jiggle out of sight. Mr. Anthony slumps back down in his chair, too drained to
even pull his pants up, and waits for Robin to return. She's back in a few
minutes, fully clothed unfortunately, and sits down on top of the desk in front
of his again, grinning from ear to ear. Her grin gets even wider when he sees
her reach into her purse and pull out her panties, and then it's his turn to
grin as he gets to watch her slowly and sensuously pull them up her legs and
over her luscious young pussy. "Whew!" he breathes quietly when she's finished,
feeling the stirrings of another erection jolting through his cock. "That was
absolutely wonderful Teach!" she says quietly, smiling at him while she walks
around to his side of the desk. Then, she kneels down until her face is level
with his already one-third erect cock. "Damn, I sure wish I had the time for us
to put this to use," she says wistfully, smiling up at him, "but I don't won't
to get in trouble the very first time we make love." Mr. Anthony nods in
agreement, especially happy to hear her say "the first time". "So, I'll just
give this gorgeous cock a goodbye kiss," she coos and then leans over to gently
kiss the head of Mr. Anthony's pecker and softly sucks it two or three times.
"So he'll remember me." "Robin, there's no doubt that my cock will remember you
quite well," Mr. Anthony sighed, reaching out to run his fingers through her
hair again. "So, does that mean that I can count on you to give me the extra,
ummmm, help I need after school?" Robin asks with a sly smile as she gives his
cock a final kiss and stands up, straightening her clothing as she does. "Yes
ma'am, it does indeed," he answered; all thought of caution and his teaching
career are blocked out completely for the moment. "Anytime you need help, you
just let me know, and I'll be more than happy to give you anything you need!"
"Cool!" she replied sweetly, looking for just a moment exactly the part of a
sweet, innocent 16-year-old, but then she leaned over and gave her teacher a
hard, hot, wet kiss before grabbing up her bag and fairly prancing out the door,
stopping only long enough to wave and blow him a kiss before disappearing into
the hallway. "Well, damn!" Mr. Anthony muttered softly after she had gone. He
finally got up enough energy to get dressed, gather up his things and head for
home, thinking all the while that you just never knew when the teacher would end
up learning something from the student.
Part II Continued
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