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(M/f-teen, ped, rom, affair) *** You can find Jenny Wanshel's stories at this location: http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/Jenny_Wanshel/ *** Jenny's story is indeed superb. It's so realistic, and you see the lust gradually built up-until the sex between the teacher and her pupil seems to you a natural consequence –and then it hits you: He is only 13 years old – as Jenny keeps on reminding. Fuck, there are cases, you know from the media-but they are very rare. The reverse, the mirror image, speaking from the genders' point of view, is rather common. But how would you react to it? Inspired by Jenny's story I've attempted to describe such more common situation. I know it's only an adult fantasy, written to entertain adult persons and NEVER to be attempted in real life. but still, after reading the following story, what do you think of Jeff? I don't know how I fell into this trap. Not that I haven't been forewarned. I have met with many crushes of my teenager students, and many attempts of "seduction" from them, and I always reminded to myself: "You are walking on thin ice, beware!" and here with this young child, barely a girl, I fell! Well, it happened like this: June was just a regular seventh grader, cute in an non- offensive way. She had just began getting rounded hips and soft where a girl should be, her tits grew to small softball size. She had a pretty face with very light skin framed, surprisingly, along with a brown hair, big green eyes and, most noticeable, very luscious, almost red lips, but she was nothing special. Certainly not for me. I, Jefferson Hen, was, and for the time being still am, a biology and geography teacher in a junior highX in X town. I am quite good looking, 6'1", with raven black hair and eyes-yes and I am an afro-asian. I've had many lovers, some of them serious and other just fleeting romances, and had quite active love life. So I have hardly noticed June. She was attending my fourth period in a biology lesson, and usually choose to sit at the front desk gazing at me and day-dreaming. Yes, she had developed a crush on me but this was by no means unusual, and she would outgrow it eventually-or so I've thought. Anyway, I did feel responsible so I've kept an eye on her, jolting her from time to time from her day dreaming back to the realities of the lesson at hand. That fateful Tuesday I recall, she came attired in a short cheer-leaders' miniskirt. This was absolutely against the strict dressing code of our school, and I reprimanded her severely. June just mumbled an explanation that she came dressed for the cheerleaders' training periods 'following my class, and sat skulking in her place., Having warned her that this was the last time, etc. etc. I let go. Actually I thought her pouting lips quite cute-and that was the first time I have noticed her, I mean as a "girl" –"they have no gender. They are a gender to itself –Students" as old Kingsley had said. During the lecture, as was my habit, I have glanced at her to make sure that she is listening, and here began my downfall. I had noticed that she was still pouting and have thought how nice her lips were, when I have noticed under her desk her slightly spread thighs. Her mini skirt having climbed up her thighs, her pink panties were exposed and pressed against her crotch. The darker, almost red cloth in her crotch had accentuated the puffed lips of her vagina, reddish and pouting, almost the copy of her mouth! I gasped, flushed and stammered in my speech. I averted quickly my eyes, but I have already felt a stirring in my loins. As I continued with my lecture, her beautiful, pouting lips kept appearing in my vision, reminding me. I couldn't help sending furtive glances to her exposed crotch. Her vaginal lips turned darker red each time, and I suddenly realized that they were darker because of a dark, wet stain that was spreading in her crotch. The stirring in my loins turned into a distinct hard on. I couldn't make it soft –the image of her wet vagina kept jumping to my eyes every time that I saw her lips. I was forced to sit behind my desk in order to hide it from view, but June, the vixen must have observed. Well, she had a direct view at my crotch even under the desk! She fluttered her eyes at me, and smiled. My face was burning and I’m sure I have turned a beautiful crimson. I stammered on with my lecture but I couldn't help it, I had to see this amazing sight again. I sent a furtive glance, yes, once more, and to my relief she has closed her thighs. Now she had them pressed together, her legs crossed-O My God, she, she can't be. I averted my look to her face, and yes she was all flushed, her eye lids were fluttering! She had been masturbating, and now she was having an orgasm right here in class! My hard-on grew enormously. I chocked, I stammered, and I don't really know how I managed to bring the lecture to its end. When I have dismissed class, the vixen was one of the last to leave. I have remained behind my desk, hiding my enormous woody, and she went to my desk stooping to me with a button or two in her shirt open she said : "thank you for a most enticing lecture!" and left wiggling her pretty ass away. That night I had a wet dream about June. In my dream I was kissing June on her sweet, soft lips, my tongue entering her mouth, and then it suddenly turned to be her cunt-wet hot and not less sweet. and her luscious lips closed on my stiff cock, sucking me into her mouth, and I came. I hadn't had a wet dream eons of time-no need to, I have always had enough action to take care of my sexual desires, and now this. The feeling was very vivid even in the morning, when I have recalled this dream-so strong that I had to jerk off, I have been afraid to go to school unsatisfied like this. My God, here I was, having a fantasy on a seventh grade kid! That's morning wanking notwithstanding, I was tense towards meeting June in class. Over lunch my friend and tutor Clark noticed it and asked: "I see that you are dressed to kill –a sports shirt and these skin pants and the aftershave, who's the lucky woman?" "No woman," I said. "A girl," and I confided in him and told him all about June and my wet dream. Clark was shocked." Are you out of your mind? Do you want to go to jail? Put an end to it immediately!" "I know, I know, I just can't keep her out of my mind," I said. "Remember old Kingsley's words: "The best would be if you didn't notice their gender at all, because they have no gender. They are a gender to itself –Students." As if I needed reminding. Kingsley's words kept ringing in my head all day. "Of course, you wouldn't be the first, nor. I'm afraid the last." added Clark. "I have heard about at least five teachers here in our school, and one of them a female teacher too! and they somehow hushed things up, at least in most cases. But I've never heard of one in the seventh grade yet-they are such kids!" "God, I know! I'm hating myself, but her lips... they keep taunting me," I said "I see that you are caught, swallowed it all hook line and sinker. You are doomed my friend... At least keep your dick in these tight trousers, do you hear! And for heaven's sake don't forget to take a condom in any case. You know, a pregnancy you just can't hush up!!" I left for my class room, intending to keep Clark's advice. Luckily June was reasonably attired, wearing jeans and a pink childish blouse with round lapels. My attire had clearly affected her, though. She was sitting there, in front of me, her beautiful lips half open, licking them from time to time. My erection was painful and I have really feared that it would burst the zipper in my pants. I had to give the whole lecture hiding it behind my desk-and it didn't go down. June keeping crossing and uncrossing her thighs with a dark stain spreading in her crotch didn't help too. When I have dismissed class, June came to me, all crimson, looking bashfully at my bulge, and complimented me on my attire. I guess I was as red as she was. I stammered some thanks, but the words stuck in my parched throat, and I asked her about the assignment to the science fair-would she consider doing one in biology and would she want my assistance with it? June blushed again and answered: "Sure ". " She wasn't enthusiastic about it," I thought. "Maybe you'd better drop all this," but the dice had been rolled. That night I have dreamed about June again. This time I had fucked her. My dick entered her expecting, wet vagina slowly being engulfed by the soft lips. How can I describe the feeling? I had not known before that heaven was wet and hot. In my dream I kept heaving into her on and on and on, until fulfillment, and she was writhing in ecstasy under me. Not without apprehension, I put on my best looking shirt and pants taking mouth wash in my bag, preparing as if I were going on a date. Yes. I have heeded Clark's advice and have taken a pack of condoms with me. June wasn't attending my class, and one of her friends apologized for her saying that she went home because she wasn't feeling well. The next day June appeared. pale, with black round rims around her eyes-I dropped all my plans, thanking my fortune that her period have saved me from jail. *** The next lessons with June, I was light hearted and returned to my cheerful manners but, wary, I took special care not to look at her. Then on next Tuesday she came to me after class' dismissal. This time she was decently clad, as all the girls in jeans and some shirt or other so I really had no excuse. She came to my desk and said: Mr. Chen? ( as many Americans, she had trouble pronouncing my name Hen. ) Mr. Chen, about my assignment ? You said, like I could come to you for assistance? " Damn, I felt that I was getting hot, my mouth dried up and some lump filled my throat. I stammered and croaked, "Y-Yes. Yes sure, I.. Would today's sixth period suit you? Because I'll be here..." "Yes, yes sure I'll come," she chirped and wiggled off. I was left again with a sizable erection, counting the minutes to our date. So I have called it between I and myself. No matter how I admonished myself that all she probably wanted was to improve her grade, my heart hammered in my chest like some teenager's before his first date. It was a date-as became obvious the moment June entered my classroom. She was all bright, with a bright skirt and a white tank top that was supposed to accentuate her young breasts. For my sake she could have left them alone –this wasn't her. The worst was that she had put on some dreadful lipstick and she reeked with some cheap perfume. Nevertheless I was trembling and shaky. I managed to hide it, though, and she and I have started discussing with the various possibilities for her science project. She just kept nodding, her eyes dreamy and obviously nothing was farther from her than that damned science project. To say the truth –nothing was farther to my mind that her damned science project, either, but I kept the show going. At last I couldn't wait anymore – and I suggested that we go to the store-room to see some models. The moment we have closed the door behind us, June dropped all pretext, and clang to me, hugging my neck and raised her face to me. I, I kissed her eager lips. I tell you, I've never tasted a sweeter morsel in my life. My tongue delved into her half open mouth, savoring her sweet taste... After long minutes we disentangled our tongues and I left her lips in order to taste her young breasts, which she kept shoving into my face. They were exquisite small white globes, soft and springy, crowned with pink tiny areolas and darker red nipples, all hard and erect. June moaned when I rolled her taut nipples between my teeth, and went limp. With frequent revisiting June's sweet, luscious lips, I was manipulating her right breast while kissing her other one, with my right hand grasping, caressing, squeezing her perfect round bum. To my surprise, June was obviously no novice to the love's game. She was moaning tiny content moans, caressing my chest beneath my shirt, and with a swift movement removed her top, exposing completely her breasts. My lips left now her breasts moving south, to her flat, tight belly. June sighed deeply and dropping into an old chair, she spread her thighs, wrapping her legs around my hips, pushing my face down, down. During all this necking, June's skirt climbed up her thighs and was now wrapped around her hips, exposing her pink panties. Yes those with the red patch in the crotch. They were damp now and the aroma of her love juices simply drew me out of my mind. I ripped off her panties and dived between her spread thighs, savoring the taste of her young vagina. God, she was hot! When I sucked in her nubbin, she jerked, squealed loudly and within ten seconds she was pumping at me in the throes of a big O. She didn't let go even after her orgasm subsided. She clang to me, moaning, kissing, calling me and keeping squealing, "Oh please fuck me, fuck me Mr. Chen. Please, please fuck me!!" At last I couldn't hold it anymore. She was clearly intent on getting it and she didn’t seem to suffer, did she? So I... I just dropped my pants, pulled out my bloated dick and proceeded to shove it in. Now this wasn't as simple as you might think. It was too big for her tiny, virginal slit and it took some working, until I spread her lips with my fingers and carefully guided it in. Oh she was So tight!! It took some shoving make all the head enter, and now she was clearly nearing her second orgasm. She heaved against me moaning, screaming: "Yes! Yes fuck me more! Deeper! Oh Mr. Chen!!!" and she blasted off into her third orgasm. I couldn't hold out. I felt that I'm going to explode. All my former resolves to abstain from coming inside her went to hell, or should I say heaven? I just blew off blasting into her tiny cunt the biggest load that she had ever met. The combined shoving and heaving with the added lubrication of me sperm caused my dick to slip in her to its full length, and now she was impaled on my cock, stretched to her utmost. What can I tell you? I felt that now we were melted one into the other. She was so tight that I thought my cock contained her vagina and not the other way around! At last I understood the words of the old Book " and they were one flesh". She hadn't been a virgin, if you have wondered. "Oh Mr. Chen!" she murmured. "You're so BIG!" and just laid there, in the fuckin' old chair, her legs over the arm rests, all flushed and her eyes so shiny! I started pumping in and out, slowly at first, the pace increasing slowly, with her joining in, throwing her hands round my neck and wrapping her legs over my shoulders. I kept fucking, increasing the pace until the chair broke under us. Even that did not stop us. We kept fucking on the floor, in some open cupboards, all over that damned old store-room until at last after long time we both came again. We have been fucking steadily ever since, one or two afternoons every week, and some weekends too. I have intentionally used the word "fucking" instead of "making love", because that's all she is interested in . Oh, she lets me kiss her and caress her, but all she really wants is "my big cock". Once, only once, I have neglected to fuck her. I have made her come orally three times in series and she seemed totally exhausted, so I just got her into the car and drove off- "gentlemanly refraining from using her" or so I've thought. She was sullen all the way home and then she burst into crying-that I didn't love her, that all I wanted was to use her as her friends had warned her and on and on. I was shocked, and even more so when I found out that the reason for this outburst was that I had withheld her big Dicky from her. She didn't calm down until I had fucked her there, in the car, in the full view of any one who might have come to check out why the car was dancing. Oh, in case you were wondering, I have been supplying her with pills, one every day, ever since the first time. I do feel like a pusher too! Our "affair" had started in December, and it's May now. I must confess that I dread the end of the school year. I know that June is going to drop me as soon as the year ends –having fulfilled my purpose, I guess. I can't reconcile with the thought. I guess that I'm addicted to her? END This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 53