Robin Comes Calling Mr. Anthony spent the whole week following his mind-blowing
Monday night meeting with Robin worrying about it. He can't get her creamy
thighs and tight pink snatch out of his mind while, at the same time, he can't
stop himself from wondering what will happen if she tells anyone about what they
did to each other. He finally resolves to tell her that, no matter how much they
enjoyed fucking, it can't ever be allowed to happen again. He resolves to tell
her all that the first private moment he has with her. He has been immensely
relieved by the fact that she's acted no differently at all in class. No scenes
of any sort, pleasant or otherwise. She's still acting the part of the mature
young lady. In fact, the only change is that she's not come in during his free
periods or after school as much which is something that both disappoints and
relieves him. And, when she had come in, it's only been for a moment or two to
say "hello" or to ask about an assignment, and then she flits off long before he
can get up the nerve to have the serious talk with her that he has planned. And,
quite to Mr. Anthony's surprise, that's all that happens until the Friday after
their desk-top fuck. Seventh period history has gone like it usually does -
poorly - but Mr. Anthony is so relieved to have made it through the week sane
(so far as he can tell, anyway) that it doesn't bother him that very little got
done that day. After the bell rings, he nervously watches from behind his desk
(while trying to seem as if he isn't watching) as Robin slowly picks up her
books and then waits until she's the last one in the room. Then, she swings by
his desk, walking slowly with her luscious hips swaying gently. She stops
directly in front of his desk with a big smile plastered on her face. "Have a
nice weekend, Mr. A," is all the 16-year-old says as she quickly and
unobtrusively slips her teacher a folded-up piece of notebook paper. "You too,"
is all he has a chance to say in response since she turns and walks from the
room right after handing him the paper. He watches, mesmerized by those hips
again, until she disappears out the door. Then he jerks slightly, as if coming
out of a trance, and looks down at the piece of paper in his hand. He's afraid
to open it. Though he tries to convince himself otherwise, he's mainly worried
that she's written to tell him that she doesn't want to see him again. He's so
nervous that he gets up, looks up and down the hall, and closes his door before
sitting back down to unfold the paper and see what Robin has written. "8 a.m.
Saturday," is all the note says. Mr. Anthony turns it over, thinking that there
must be something else, but there's not. "Okay, well, I wonder what's up?" Mr.
Anthony muses silently, uncertain as to whether or not he should be happy or
worried that he's going to see Robin the next morning. Assuming, of course,
that's what the cryptic message means, but he can't think of anything else that
it might mean instead. He shakes his head to clear it, but spends all of 8th
period wondering and worrying. At the end of the day, he gathers up his work to
take home and heads out the door. ***** Not surprisingly, Mr. Anthony spends
Friday night at home, alternately worrying that something has gone wrong ("She
couldn't be pregnant, could she? Or even know already if she was?" is a thought
that runs through his mind more than once during the evening.) or that Robin has
changed her mind or that she's hasn't changed her mind. In other words, he just
mainly fidgets, hoping like hell that he gets to fuck Robin in the morning and
worrying like crazy that he will. He's awake, showered and dressed the next
morning long before eight a.m., but his heart still skips a beat when he hears a
light tapping on the door. And, he becomes even more nervous when he glances at
his clock and sees that it's only 7:30. He panics momentarily when it occurs to
him that it might not be Robin and then wonders what he'll do if it is someone
else and then Robin shows up while they're still here. But, after taking a deep
breath, he finally calms himself enough to go open the door, hoping like mad
that it is her. He walks to the door and opens it just a crack. Before he can
say a word or even peek out, his young student slips inside and pushes the door
shut behind her. They move further into the apartment - after he's secured the
chain and the deadbolt on the door - and Mr. Anthony drinks Robin in with his
eyes as she walks. His student is wearing a long dress this morning, coming down
to halfway between her knees and ankles. The sight of it causes another stab of
anxiety to rush through his body as he thinks that her conservative clothing
might mean that she's not here to fuck. The pretty teenager tosses her purse
onto the teacher's dining room table and sits down on the edge of it, and they
begin to chat after Mr. Anthony sits down in a chair facing her. Both are
obviously nervous, despite their previous encounter, and they make small talk.
Robin tells her teacher that her parents both do shift work at the local gun
factory. They had to be at work at 7:00 so she hopped in the shower as soon as
they went out the door at 6:45. Mr. Anthony can see evidence of that since
Robin's hair is still slightly wet. When she apologizes for getting to his
apartment too early, Mr. Anthony assures her that it's quite all right. "I've
been up and ready and dressed for over an hour myself," he admits with shy
smile, and they both laugh quietly at how anxious they were about their early
morning rendezvous. "Well, I really don't have anything I have to do all day
long," Robin says hesitantly. "I mean, well, I do have to go home in time to
have dinner ready for them about 7:00 or so tonight, but I'm free until then."
"Well, that's nice," Mr. Anthony sputters in response, still not knowing quite
what to say and still unsure of himself and uncertain if Robin is here for what
he hopes she's here for. So, mainly out of nervousness, he launches into a dry,
very adult, very teacher-ish speech about how what happened, happened, and about
how sorry he is that he lost control of himself and the situation. He tells
Robin that it was all his fault, and that she shouldn't blame herself at all,
etc., etc. After he's been blathering on for about five minutes or so, a burst
of Robin's bright, sparkling laughter stops him right in mid-sentence. He stops
concentrating on the spot on the floor between his feet (a habit of his when
he's discussing any sensitive subject) and looks up at Robin who is still
sitting on the table's edge and laughing happily at his discomfort. Mr. Anthony
watches in astonishment and with growing interest as Robin lifts her feet off
the floor and places one into each of the dining room chairs on either side of
her of where she's sitting on the table. Then, she spreads her legs and ever so
slowly pulls her dress up over her knees and then her thighs, finally gathering
a double handful of it around her waist, revealing that the young girl has once
again come to see her teacher without wearing her panties. "Oh, Mr. A, would you
please just shut up and fuck me!" Robin says with a lecherous grin while she
reaches down to rub her moist, shiny mound with one hand while holding her dress
up with the other.
Part 2
Mr. Anthony blinks as he digests what he just heard and what he's seeing. And,
in about the same amount of time it would take to blink twice, he takes three
steps to where Robin waits, kneels down between her legs, rams his face between
her pouting pussy lips and begins slurping away at her already juicy pussy. "Mmmmmm,
that feels so damn good, Teach!" Robin purrs. Mr. Anthony just mumbles something
unintelligible from between the teenager's pussy lips, making her giggle. The
older man devours her, making a meal of her tender twat right there on his
dining room table, thinking a bit giddily to himself as he does, "Damn, this is
the best breakfast I ever ate on this table!" While he continues munching on her
pussy, Robin reaches over for her purse, pulls it open, and then turns it upside
down, depositing a large mound of condoms on the table beside her. Mr. A looks
up at the noise and sees the pile of rubbers, and then he glances up at Robin's
grinning face. "I plan on keeping you busy ALL DAY LONG!" she says emphatically,
and, to punctuate her words, Robin throws her legs up onto her teacher's
shoulders, crossing them behind his head, tries her best to yank his face even
tighter to his snatch. "Oh God, yes! Eat me Mr. A! Eat me!" she cries out,
pumping her legs against the back of his neck to try and urge him to tongue-fuck
her even faster and harder than he already is. Mr. Anthony looks up again when
he hears the rattle of the plastic wrapper being torn off a condom. Mr. Anthony
is ready for one. It feels as though his erection may rip a hole in his pants,
and he's already desperate to shove his dick inside his student's tight pink
hole again. He gives Robin's tender clit one last kiss and suck and then stands
up between her legs. While he quickly unfastens his pants and pushes them to the
floor, Robin takes her legs off his shoulders, leans forward and hungrily sucks
on his nipples and kisses his chest. As his pants fall to the floor, Mr.
Anthony's cock springs into the air, pointing straight at the young girl's slimy
snatch. Robin wastes no time reaching down and fondling the hot seven-inch dick
and her teacher's dangling balls, and then expertly slides the rubber over it.
"Fuck me Teach! Fuck me hard!" Robin grunts; her voice low and guttural and
almost animalistic. She flops back onto the table and puts her feet up onto Mr.
Anthony's shoulders, waiting for him to split her lips again. "Yes! I'm going to
fuck you! And, fuck you hard!" the teacher grunts back. Mr. Anthony slides
forward and presses the tip of his vibrating dick up against Robin's shiny cunt
lips, and she grunts passionately when the thick head slides just between her
pussy lips and bumps into her clit. "Shove it in, Mr. A!" she screeches, and Mr.
Anthony does just what she tells him. He pumps his hips hard and buries nearly
all seven inches of his thick dick into his student's hot, sweet hole, and Robin
squeals with delight as the large cock stretches her nearly-virginal pussy
widely. With a little grunting and some shoving, Mr. Anthony gets the last inch
or so of his shaft into Robin, making the 16-year-old giggle when his pubic hair
tickles her clit. "Mmmmmm, that big dick feels so good inside me," she purrs;
her voice all soft and romantic for a moment, but only for a moment. "Now fuck
me with it!" Mr. Anthony is ready to do just that. He begins pistoning his dick
in and out of Robin's pussy, going slowly the first couple of strokes, until she
digs her heels in behind his head and nearly yells out, "Hard, dammit, fuck me
hard!" At her command, he throws patience and caution to the wind and starts
slamming his meaty tool in and out of her tight cunt just as hard and as fast as
he can. He finally gets up enough speed, after her pussy has loosened up enough
to allow it, that his balls start slapping against her bouncy butt cheeks on
each deep thrust inside her. Once she gets her teacher to fuck her the way she
wants to be fucked, Robin shuts up except for quietly grunting, "Ungh! Ungh!
Ungh!" in time with his cock strokes. That changes, though, when Mr. Anthony
turns his head to one side bites down firmly on the ball of her right foot. "Ooooooo,
oh God!" she squeals in surprise, and her young body spasms in orgasm on the
table beneath him. Mr. Anthony manages not to let her grasping pussy suck his
cock to orgasm - barely - and stops stroking and biting for a moment to let her
finish. "Oh, damn, where did you learn to do that? It felt sooooo nice." "Oh, I
picked it up somewhere," Mr. Anthony says with a grin as he begins to drive his
still-hard dick all the way back inside Robin's cunt, and she shuts up and
concentrates on getting fucked again. Once the teacher has all seven inches of
his pecker sliding in and out of Robin again, he turns his head and starts
kissing and gnawing at the young girl's feet again. Robin loves it! The volume
of her grunting and moaning and squealing gets so boisterous that Mr. Anthony
considers stopping playing with her feet. But, he's too far gone in fucking her
to worry, and she's enjoying it too much. "Hell, let the neighbors think that me
and my girlfriend fuck up a frenzy early in the morning, just as long as they
don't know who the girlfriend is," he thinks with a grin while continuing to
pound away at Robin's pud and to gnaw and kiss her feet. Though, he doesn't
really have one specific thought about it, somewhere in the back of his mind is
the idea that an older guy like him better show a hot young girl like this that
fucking someone his age is well worth the sneaking around and the risk. He
doesn't want to be just another dick going in and out of her hole. She could get
that from any number of high school guys who are probably more handsome and
virile than he is. Mr. Anthony holds out for as long as he can; the condom
encasing his hard dick helping some since it cuts down on the sensation of
sliding in and out of Robin's exquisitely tight cunt. But, when the
16-year-old's body begins to jerk and spasm in her second orgasm (right after he
sucks her big toe all the way inside his mouth), he can't contain himself any
longer. "Ungh! Ahhh! Yes!" Mr. Anthony nearly yells as he jerks and begins
filling the condom with sperm. He keeps jack hammering rhythmically away at
Robin's twat as jets of jism shoot out his cum hole as if trying to blast open
the latex and flood the 16-year-old's vagina. "Oh God yes! Fill me up, Mr. A!
Fill my cunt!" Robin grunts at him through gritted teeth as her orgasm continues
to shake her body. Finally, the teacher's stream of cum slows to a dribble, and
Robin's cunt stops grabbing and squeezing and sucking at his cock so
enthusiastically. Mr. Anthony leans forward, resting his body against the back
of his student's legs, and reaches out with both hands to gently fondle Robin's
budding tits, leaving his softening dick still buried deep inside the young
girl's pussy. Robin reaches a hand up and rubs it across her teacher's chest,
grinning from ear to ear. "Damn Teach, you sure can fuck!" she says
breathlessly. "Only when I have someone this sexy to fuck," he answers with a
smile, making Robin giggle in delight. After resting his flaccid cock inside her
for a few more moments, the two untangle, and the 16-year-old heads straight for
Mr. Anthony's limp penis. She kneels down, slips the cum-filled rubber off his
dick and slurps the soft, cream-covered shaft into her mouth, making the older
man moan quietly. After she cleans him up with her mouth, Mr. Anthony takes her
by the hand and leads her into his bedroom. The two quickly finish undressing,
with plenty of soft kisses and gentle touches raining down all over both bodies.
But, they're easy, loving touches and kisses for the moment. Once naked, the
teacher and his student lie down together on the bed, wrap their arms and legs
around each other and cuddle. "So, you really think I'm sexy?" Robin asks
quietly, sounding more like a 10-year-old than a 16-year-old for a moment.
"Honey, I think you're the sexiest girl...no, sorry, I mean you're the sexiest
WOMAN that I've ever made love to in my whole life!" Mr. Anthony answers quietly
but emphatically. Robin fairly glows when she hears his words and snuggles even
closer against his chest. "You'd be really proud of how careful I was coming
here today," Robin says, having already developed an appetite for her teacher's
compliments, and is enthusiastically fishing for more. "Yeah, well I bet I would
be," Mr. Anthony says and then kisses her forehead gently three or four times.
"Yep, I left the house and walked right on by your apartment complex like I was
going somewhere else..." she explains. "Uh huh," Mr. Anthony mumbles, now
kissing along the lobe of Robin's right ear.
Part 3
"And then I turned around and snuck back through the woods so I could come up
the stairs on the back of your building," she continues, though a bit more
breathlessly as her teacher continues to kiss and nibble at her ear. "I made
sure no one was looking out their windows at your door before I knocked. I
wouldn't ever, ever want to get you into trouble." "Ummmm, hmmmmm," her teacher
mumbles again, sucking on her earlobe. "I'm glad you think I'm sexy and all, but
I have something that I have to tell you, Teach," Robin says quietly a moment
later, gently but firmly pushing Mr. Anthony far enough away that he can't suck
her ear any longer. Her actions surprise the older man, and he looks at her with
a puzzled expression. "I've been a bad, bad girl," she whispers, sounding much
younger for a moment. "Uh, well, okay," Mr. Anthony mutters, still unsure of
where this is leading. Considering the situation he's in with his young lover,
all sorts of unpleasant things pop immediately into his head when he hears her
words. "Yeah, I've been bad, bad girl," she repeats. "I've wanted to fuck my
teacher for the longest time." He starts to smile at that, but stops when he
sees that she still looks dead serious though she's still speaking in her
little-girl voice. "I lie awake night after night after night in my bedroom at
home and think about fucking my teacher. And, my little pussy gets so hot and
wet that I just have to touch it. Momma always told me that I shouldn't, but I
just can't help it. I want to fuck my teacher so bad!" "Oh my, well then, I
guess you have been a bad girl, haven't you?" Mr. Anthony says quietly, finally
getting into the spirit of it. "Oh, but that's not all, Mr. A! I've been really,
really bad!" Robin insists sincerely. "Well, you better tell me then," he
answers. "You see, when I touch my pussy, well, it feels so very nice that I
can't make myself stop," she says breathlessly and reaches down between her legs
to slip a finger into her cunt. "Mmmmm...like right now, Mr. A. I just want to
jiggle and wiggle my little pussy back and forth with my fingers, and I keep
doing it and doing it and doing it until my whole body jerks and jumps, and I
have to bite down on my lip to keep my Momma from hearing me scream out my
teacher's name when I cum!" she adds in a rush. "Mmmmmm, well, that is serious,"
Mr. Anthony manages to mumble as he feels his dick spring to life again. Robin
notices immediately since the half-erect member is now poking her in the belly
just above where she's diddling her own pussy. "See, I'm still being a bad
girl," she cries out in mock despair. "I'm making that beautiful cock of yours
all hard again, and if I do that we'll wind up fucking again." "Uh huh!" her
teacher grunts. That's exactly what he has in mind for his pecker when it's
completely hard. "I do the bad thing in bed almost every night, thinking of you,
Mr. A!" she says plaintively. "Well, what should we do about it?" Mr. Anthony
asks, having a really good idea in his mind of what he wants to do about it -
fuck her again! "I need to be punished, Mr. A," the 16-year-old cries in her
little-girl voice. "You need to punish me. You need to spread me across that big
dining room table of yours and spank me for all the naughty things I've done!"
Well, that did it. The image of the beautiful young girl lying naked on his
table while he spanks and then, no doubt, fucks her, was more than enough to
give Mr. Anthony a raging hard-on. "See, see what a naughty girl I am!" Robin
says, taking her fingers out of her pussy to reach out and wrap them around her
teacher's erect penis. "I made this beautiful cock of yours all hard again. I'm
such a bad girl!" "You have to spank my bottom, Mr. A!" she continues, looking
up into his face. "If you spank me really good, really hard for all the bad
things I've done then...well, then it'll be okay if we fuck." "Well, we better
get you in there and spank you right now, little girl!" Mr. Anthony replied in a
stern voice, now totally into Robin's little game. He stands up, grabs her wrist
and drags the naked teenager back into the other room. "Now, bend over that
table and take your punishment!" he orders, releasing her wrist and pushing her
toward the table. "Yes, yes sir, Mr. Anthony!" she answers meekly, and then bent
over forward with the top half of her body spread out on the table's top,
presenting her beautiful, lushly freckled ass directly toward him, making his
mouth literally water with lust. He admired the firm, shapely cheeks of her ass,
noticing that Robin has spread her legs just far enough apart that a tiny bit of
soft brown pubic hair and the very bottom of her pouty pussy lips are visible to
him as he looks between her ass cheeks. He licked his lips nervously and then
drew back his hand. "Smack!" went his palm against the firm flesh of Robin's
ass. The teenager squirmed deliciously as Mr. Anthony drew back his hand again,
noticing that his first slap had just barely left a round pink mark on his
student's ass. "Oh yes! Spank me, Mr. A! I've been so bad!" Robin whimpered.
"Smack!!!" went Mr. Anthony's palm against the girl's ass, hard enough this time
to leave an impression of his fingers when he pulled his hand away again. Robin
squirmed even harder, and her teacher could see that her pussy was shiny and wet
again. It looked as though moisture had even run down onto the inside of her
thighs. "Oh God yes! Spank me good and hard so we can fuck good and hard!" she
pleaded and then wiggled her ass seductively at Mr. Anthony. "Whack!!!" went Mr.
Anthony's hand, slapping Robin's other wide, luscious cheek this time; this slap
was the hardest yet. "Owwwww!" Robin cries out in pain, and Mr. Anthony
immediately stops in mid-swing of his next strike. But, almost as quickly as she
had cried out, the 16-year-old recovered. "Mmmmmm, yes, you're spanking me so
damn good, Mr. A. Fucking is gonna be great after this!" "Yes, yes it is!" Mr.
Anthony responded, relieved that he hadn't hurt his young student badly. He drew
back his hand and slapped her one more firm blow on her ass, "Smack!", but this
time all the slap did was make her wiggle her butt in horniness. "Oh Teach, fuck
me now! Please! Please! Please fuck me now!" Robin begged in her whimpering,
little-girl voice. "Yes, of course I'll fuck you! Right now!" replied her
teacher. He grabbed her hips in his hands and moved forward until the thick head
of his prick bumped into his student's slimy, swollen cunt lips. "Ooomph!"
grunted Robin as the dick bumped into her cunt lips, and then she grunted even
louder as Mr. Anthony began to slide the throbbing head up and down her wet
slit, teasing her but not fucking her yet. As he teased, Mr. Anthony reached
over and picked up a condom from the pile on the table and began tearing the
wrapper off. "Teach, please do me in the ass!" Robin begged, bringing her
teacher up short with about an inch of his cock stuck inside her pretty pink
pussy now. "You want me to fuck you in the ass?" Mr. Anthony asked, not quite
sure if he had heard right. "Yes, yes, please! Put that silly condom up and
stick that beautiful cock into my asshole!" she begged, turning her head to look
back over her shoulder at him. "Please Teach! I wanna you to have my asshole,
too!"
Part 4
"Well, I'll have to go get some Vaseline or something..." he begins, concerned
about hurting her but already getting hot at the thought of plugging his
student's beautiful pink asshole. Robin interrupts him before he can finish,
though. "No, just stick your cock in and out of pussy two or three times," she
says. "That'll get it plenty wet enough." He mumbles okay, and then proceeds
with the happy task of sliding his cock all the way in and out of Robin's pretty
pink snatch several times to get it well-coated with her cunt juices. It feels
so good that he's tempted just to fuck her pussy anyway, but he wants to please
her in every way, so he finally slides his cock out and guides the head up a few
inches to where his student's tiny pink butt hole waits. "Ooooooo, ahhhhhh!"
Robin moans when the head of her teacher's cock bumps up against her pink bud.
Mr. Anthony merely rubs his cockhead against her asshole for a moment, admiring
its exquisite pink color and wondering how in the hell he's ever going to get
his thick cock into such a tiny hole. But, his student is very insistent.
"Please Mr. Anthony! Please stick your cock in my ass and fuck me!" she begs,
turning to fasten those sparkling green eyes on him. "Fuck me now! I've been
bad, and I need to be butt-fucked! Now!" The filthy language spilling out of
Robin's beautiful mouth as well as what she's telling him to do make Mr. Anthony
even more horny if that's possible. "All right, I'm gonna butt-fuck you now, you
bad little girl!" he says from between clenched teeth as he slowly presses the
head of his dick harder and harder against Robin's back door. Robin complicates
matters by trying to wriggle back against him, impatient as hell to have his
dick inside her ass. "Smack!!!" goes Mr. Anthony's hand as he pops her ass a
good, firm slap. "Be still and let me butt-fuck you!" he orders, and Robin
immediately stills her wiggling. "I'm the one doing the fucking here!" "Yes,
Sir. I'm sorry," she says in her hushed, little-girl voice, and Mr. Anthony goes
back to shoving his dick up against her asshole. The teacher is just about to
the point of giving up and going for the Vaseline or baby oil despite Robin's
request when he's suddenly rewarded for his diligence by the head of his cock
popping inside his student's tiny little asshole. "Owwwww!" cries Robin almost
simultaneously with Mr. Anthony's loud "Ooomph!" as both are surprised to find
the teacher's cock actually inside the girl's tight hole. Mr. Anthony can't
believe how tight Robin's ass is. He's fucked women in the ass before, but none
of them had a hole anywhere near this tight. It feels as though Robin's ass is
going to pinch off the head of his cock and eat it any minute. "Oh God! Oh
Teach! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Robin begs after she's caught her breath again.
Her insatiable lust amazes her teacher. Mr. Anthony knows good and well that his
dick is large enough that it has to be hurting her at least a little. He worries
about that, but her words and the feel of her anus grabbing and sucking at his
cock are too powerful and wonderful to ignore, so he slowly begins to stuff more
and more of his cock inside her luscious ass. "Yes, do it, Mr. A, do it!" Robin
cries and begin grinding her ass back against her teacher's cock, making even
more of it disappear inside her tight pink hole. Mr. Anthony doesn't mind now,
since he's enjoying the delightful feeling of having almost all seven inches of
his dick buried in Robin's butt. He plans to pause and let her hole get used to
his cock, but Robin won't let him. As soon as his whole shaft is inside her, the
young girl begins bumping her butt back and forth on his cock, sliding an inch
or so of it in and out of her. She grunts and begs and pleads to be butt-fucked
hard so her teacher obliges her. "Yes, I'm gonna fuck your ass and fuck it
hard!" he grunts as he slides his dick almost all the way out again, leaving
just the head inside her. "Fuck...you....hard!" he grunts emphatically as he
grinds all seven inches back inside her. "Ooooooooooo!" Robin squeals in delight
as the big, thick dick slams home into her ass again. Then, it's off to the
races for the two lovers. Mr. Anthony begins pistoning his cock in and out of
his student's ass just as fast as he can (though not as fast as he can fuck her
pussy - she's just too damn tight to go that fast), and Robin begins grunting in
time to his strokes as she humps his ass back against him to catch each
down-stroke as it slams inside her. As he settles into a regular rhythm, Mr.
Anthony begins lightly slapping at the girl's ass cheeks again with his hands,
making Robin wiggle and gasp each time he does. As might be expected, the two
are way too horny and aroused to last long at this. It can't be much more than
Mr. Anthony's 11th or 12th stroke inside Robin's butt that he feels his balls
tighten up and his cock vibrate just before he blows his wad. He slaps the
girl's ass one final time - hard! - and feels Robin jerk and spasm underneath
him. Her asshole grabs and spasms around his cock just as he shoots his first
long jet of cum deep into her ass. "Ahhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, yes!" he moans as he
buries all seven inches inside Robin and stops stroking; his body is too
paralyzed by his orgasm to even move. "Oh God YES!!!" Robin cries loudly. "Fill
me with cum, Mr. A. Fill me up!" She continues to spasm while he keeps shooting
jet after jet of sperm inside her butt, but finally both run out of steam. Mr.
Anthony has to collapse somewhere, so he lies down on top of Robin's sweaty
back, leaving his sperm-dripping dick still clasped inside her butthole. The two
of them rub against each other, and Robin turns her head so that Mr. Anthony can
kiss her ear and cheek. "God, I love you, and I absolutely adore your cock!" the
16-year-old whispers emphatically. "And, I love you and every single sexy hole
in your body," Mr. Anthony replies with a tired but satisfied grin. The two
lovers are so exhausted and drained that they retire to the bedroom for awhile.
Instead of fucking, though, they only have enough energy to cuddle up together
and are soon fast asleep with their sex-sweaty limbs entwined. ***** It doesn't
come as a big surprise to him when Mr. Anthony awakens about two hours later to
find that he has a huge hard-on already. As his eyes flutter open, he's greeted
by Robin's smiling face, and she reaches down to wrap her fingers around his
throbbing cock which is poking her in the belly just above her pussy slit.
"Well, Teach, you sure now how to wake a girl up properly," she says with a
giggle, and Mr. Anthony is surprised at the transformation that's taken place
again in the 16-year-old. She's lying there beside him, gently stroking his cock
with one hand and kissing his neck, but it seems as though the mature, adult
Robin has returned. The "bad little girl" who needs punishing has completely
disappeared for the moment. "Well, I wouldn't want you to feel unwelcome in any
way," he replies with grin of his own. Mr. Anthony can't believe how horny he
is. His young student is making him feel more virile and alive than he can
remember feeling in years. "Now I'm going to show you the proper way to kiss
someone good morning," he adds and slides down in the bed until his face is
within kissing and licking range of her already-wet pussy. He dives right in,
licking and fingering and slurping with all the skill he can muster, and Robin
lies back in the bed, spreading her legs wider and moaning in pleasure as her
teacher's mouth drives her wild. Knowing Robin, though, it's not surprising to
find that she's not satisfied with being so passive for long. "I wanna suck your
cock, too, Teach!" she pleads breathlessly. Mr. Anthony stops sucking her pussy
for a moment and grins up at her with a face glistening from her juices.
Part 5
"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 16-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 got to 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 folks work?" Robin asks with a 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 10 hours earlier after making a quick
check out the apartment's windows to make sure no one was watching the door.
After the 16-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.
Part III Continued
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