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 The Pedagogy of Young Emily

   By Brian Filthe

  
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This story is a work of fiction intended for ADULTS ONLY.

   This is just a story, a work of fiction, and not reality.  Doing some of
the things described in this story could result in very serious
consequences.

   Feel free to contact the author at brian.filthe@gmail.com
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   Chapter Seven

   Emily was in her third hour science class.  She had just left Mr Ward's
English class.  He's been acting strange the last several days, ever since
she had that sleepover with his daughter, Renee, a couple weeks before. 
She tried to dismiss it as nerves.  He'd been avoiding her eye contact. 
He'd been avoiding calling on her when her hand was raised to answer a
question.  He wouldn't stand near her, even when he roamed around the class
room giving his lecture.

   She tried not to let this bother her too much.  He'd promised her
mother, and her, that he'd take her out on a date, soon, and she had no
reason to think this wouldn't happen.  Even Renee told her that she's all
he talks about at home.  So she tried to put it out of her mind and pay
attention to the lesson.  She looked in the direction of Heather Johnson,
to listen to her answer the teacher's question.  Heather, a fellow 7th
grader and a member of the same volleyball team, she ran in a different
social circle as Emily, but Emily knew Heather was a nice person, and
rather intelligent - she and Emily were consistently in the top 5 of her
class for grade point average every semester.  For the first time Emily was
also struck by how pretty Heather was.  Her hair was blond, and just longer
than her shoulders.  Emily knew it was her natural color from sharing a
shower with the girl after gym class.  Heather had a similar petite build
as Emily; in fact they were almost exactly the same size and height.  Their
biggest differences were the color of their hair, Heather's very fair
complexion compared to Emily's darker, vaguely olive complexion, and the
size of Heather's breasts.  Heather had some of the biggest breasts in the
grade.  Emily thought, if Heather wasn't so pretty and kind, she'd likely
be ridiculed for the size of her boobs.  Instead, she is one of the more
popular girls in the whole school.  `Maybe I should start paying more
attention to her, especially in the showers.  I wonder if she'd be open to
a sleepover.'

   Just then one of the student office workers appeared in the classroom
and handed the teacher a note.  The boy looked at Emily and motioned for
her to come forward.  "Miss Andrews, this note says that Mr Ward has an
appointment with you.  Take your things.  I'm sure one of your classmates
can share their notes with you later.  Heather, would you mind letting
Emily review your notes for today?" "Sure, no problem." Heather said,
smiling at Emily.  "Thanks" Emily responded.

   The pimply face boy walked half a step in front of Emily as they walked
to the office.  He tried hard to make conversation with the pretty girl. 
His lanky body, and oddly long limbs, made her think this is one reason
she's not interested in boys her age.  Although, when they got to the
office, he politely held the door for her.  She glanced down to her feet
when she passed him, so not to make eye contact.  But what she saw instead
was the erection he was trying to hide.  `Dear god,' she thought.  `that
thing looks huge!  Maybe I shouldn't judge him so harshly.' She giggled
loud enough for him to hear, although that wasn't her intention.  He
thought she was laughing at him, and was mortified.

   The secretary told her to walk right in, Mr Ward was waiting and she was
late.

   "I don't remember having an appointment with you." Emily said to Mr
Ward, as she walked through the door "Sorry I'm late." The door closed
behind her.  He stood, put his hand on her shoulder.  "You're not late." He
directed her to sit with him in the comfortable chairs by the window.  "I
put you on my schedule when I came in this morning.  You didn't know about
it."

   "I need to talk to you about a couple things, Emily."

   "Ok"

   "I have been reading your essay about what your family did this summer.
It was pretty, um..., well,...  did you make that stuff up, or did that
really happen?"

   "What part do you mean?" she asked innocently.  "I mean, I might've
exaggerated a couple things, but it was mostly true.  I left a whole bunch
of stuff out because you only asked for 100 words." Emily explained.  "Why,
was it bad?  Did you give me a bad grade?

   "No, it was well written.  I gave you full credit." He was struggling
with his words.  He was trying not to be to straight forward, but really
wanted to know more.  "Well, I guess, you just started 7th grade.  Most
seventh graders don't experience vacations like that.  I was a little
surprised by how much,...  by the sex references." He got the words out
"Did you really do all that,...  with all those ladies, and girls?" His
blood pressure was rising; he was getting a little flustered.  He was
getting turned on thinking about this stunningly beautiful girl in front of
him learning about sex the way she suggested in her essay.

   Emily could see he was struggling.  "Well, like I said, I left out quite
a lot because of the 100 words thing." She spoke in a slightly softer tone.
"It was mostly true.  Did you like reading it?" Emily realized Howard was a
bit uncomfortable with this conversation.  But given the fun they had at
the sleepover she knew she could play with him.  She unbuttoned a few
buttons on her shirt.

   He was frozen.  He didn't say a word.  "Um,...  yeah,...  um,...  like I
said, I gave you full credit.  I,...  um,..." she let the shirt fall open.
He could see her white lace bra underneath, which covered her young charms.
As they continued their conversation she slowly and methodically undressed.

   "Let's talk about something else." He was desperate to gain his
exposure. "I had a conversation with your mom a few days ago.  She might've
told you.  She, kind of, asked me to teach you how to date boys.  Do you
know anything about this?"

   "Yep, she told me.  She has been talking to me and Kate about this for a
while.  She said it was an idea that our father had when we were little. 
She said that when we hit 12 he wanted to start taking us on dates to teach
us how we should act, and how we should expect boys to act, and stuff." She
explained.  She pulled her panties down from under her skirt

   "Yeah, that's basically what she said."

   "But since he's gone, I suggested that we find another man who could do
the same." She stood up and took the couple steps toward him.  She unzipped
her skirt and let it fall to the ground.  Her knees were touching his,
before she straddled his legs and squatted down onto his lap.  "I told her
that you'd be a good pick for me." She took her shirt off.  The only thing
she was now wearing was her bra and her stockings.  "I told my mom, you're
a nice man, and you could teach me all those things.  But what I really
want to know, I mean, what I really want you to teach me, is how I know
when I really like a boy?  When should I let him touch me?  When is the
right time to let a boy, a man, see me naked?" She took off her training
bra, and dropped it to the floor.  She put his left hand on her chest and
his right hand between her legs.

   "I mean, you know,...  I had sex with those girls, and women, when we
were on vacation.  And I am still having lots of sex with my mom and my
sister,...  and now that school is going again I'm going to have lots of
sleep-overs and lots of sex with my friends, including Renee, and other
girls in my class.  But I really want to know what it's like with a grown
man.  I really want to start having sex with grown men, and giving them
oral sex.  I mean, you like blow jobs, right?  I know you seemed to enjoy
the one I gave you at your house.  Would you like to teach me how to suck
on your cock?  I'd really like that.  I'd really like to give you another
blow job."

   Howard was exploring her petite body.  He was playing with her newly
developing breasts.  He was rubbing his fingers along her slit; playing
with her clit.  He reached back and touched his fingertip onto her anus.

   "I learned this summer that I am super good at giving other girls oral
sex.  It's fun.  I really like it.  I was told by a couple of the women
there that men don't know how to do that to girls.  I am not sure I believe
them, because, well, those women, they kind of hate men, so are they going
to tell me the truth?  Are you good at eating pussy?  I'd really like you
to eat me, so I can find out.  I'll give you head, if you want to eat my
pussy."

   Howard reached around and put his hands on her firm, round butt cheeks
and lifted her up.  He stepped over to the desk and set her down.  In a
flash his pants were around his ankles freeing his steeled pole.  He shoved
it in her mouth to make her stop talking.

   She held his head just inside her lips.  Her left hand grasped his pole.
He guided her hand into a pumping motion, but she was a natural with her
tongue.  He told her to play with his balls, which she did perfectly.  Only
a few moments passed and he was on the edge.  He held the sides of her head
and thrusting his rod into mouth.  Through his fog it occurred to him that
he was face fucking one of his students, who also happened to be his
daughter's best friend.  He was barely able to warn her before he exploded
down her throat.  She gagged only once, and swallowed without any problem.

   She stood up as he began to deflate in her mouth.  "Was that ok?" she
asked sheepishly.

   "That was amazing." He praised her.  "You are a natural."

   "Thanks!  That was fun.  I hope you'll let me do that a lot more."

   "Now it's my turn." He said, lifting her back up to the desk top.  He
slid her back and put her heels on the edge of the desk, and spread her
legs.  She had very little hair on her soft lips, or anywhere else between
her legs.  Howard saw mostly just soft sparse downy hairs, with a couple
dark strands collected at the top.  He covered her soft pink flesh with
kisses, from one to the other.  He moved from side to side and from top to
bottom.  He spent plenty of time on her sensitive bundle of nerves.  He
probed the opening to her temple with his tongue.  He went down and rimmed
her perfectly puckered back door.  Before too long she was dripping wet and
riding the wave to a big orgasm.  She squeezed his head between her thighs
and began thrusting her pussy toward his mouth.  He reached up and pinched
her nipples which shot a lightning bolt down to her pussy and caused her to
explode.  Her body went rigid and she practically levitated off the desk.

   He didn't stop.  He let her relax for only a brief moment before he dove
back in flicking her clit, and sending her back to the edge very quickly.
In a matter of minutes she was breathing heavy again and pressing her mound
into his mouth once again.

   She collapsed back onto the desk.  Her legs fell open.  Her young,
beautiful body laid on display on his desk.  The thought entered his mind
to take a picture of his conquest.  However, he dismissed the thought as
soon as it came into his brain.  He spent the next several minutes
massaging and kissing her soft, firm, skin.  He kissed her mouth, her neck,
down to her still erect nipples.  He kissed from one side to the other. 
His hands slid, and needed, her soft middle, and up her ribs, than back
down to her hips and thighs.  His kisses moved down to her proud,
prominent, mound.  He avoided her bundle of nerves, and the sensitive parts
beyond.  He wanted to allow her time to relax and recover.

   Finally she made eye contact with him and smiled.  "They were so wrong."
She sighed "That was one of the best I've experienced."

   He helped her sit up, and pulled her into a hug.  Her arms were around
his neck; his hands were squeezing her butt cheeks.  He sat back down in
his chair holding her straddling his thighs.  Her head was on his shoulder.
His hands freely explored her bare skin.

   "So does this mean you'll take me on some dates and teach me, like my
mom suggested?"

   "Yes, I will." Howard laughed out loud.  "Did your mom tell you about
our visit, here in this office, the other day?" She nodded her head yes. 
"Well, she convinced me to date you by giving me one of the best blow jobs
I've ever experienced, until today.  She told me she was teaching you to do
the same things she demonstrated.  You are clearly a very gifted student."

   "Thanks!" she said with pride.  "When are we going to start dating? 
I've heard that date number three is the sex date." she stated.  "Maybe we
can consider this dates one and two?" She was still breathing heavier than
normal, but her heart rate was recovering.  "I don't think I can wait three
dates before I can let you fuck me."

   "Has Renee let you do anything sexual to her yet?" Emily asked as she
was putting her clothes back on.

   "What?!" He asked defensively.  "Where'd you get that from?"

   "Renee told me, during our sleepover, how much she liked you looking at
her body.  She was jealous of me when Mrs.  Ward lifted my shirt up so you
could see my bare butt.  When she was sitting on your lap, after breakfast,
I thought for sure you were touching her." Emily paused.  She recognized
the look of resignation on Howard's face.  He'd been caught.  "Mrs.  Ward
told me, when she was in the shower with me, that Renee had been asking her
how she could get you to have sex with her.  She said that you probably
tasted her sweet hairless little pussy while we were in the shower."

   "Rachel was in the shower with you?"

   "Yep, she totally ate me out." Emily said with some excitement in her
voice.  "Did you know your wife likes young girl pussies?  She told me that
Renee told her about the shower that Renee and I took together.  Mrs.  Ward
got so turned on that she licked Renee's pussy until she had an orgasm."

   Emily continued with her story, "Renee and I had sex a few times during
that night.  So if you ate her out, then she had three different tongues in
her little pussy that night.  What a lucky girl!"

   "Rachel was right.  I did fool around with Renee when you were upstairs
in the shower - although I didn't know Rachel was doing the same thing to
you." He chuckled.  "Renee is lucky to have you as a friend, and apparently
a girlfriend.  I hope you'll come over often, especially now that all three
of us have been with you, and all three of us have been with Renee." He
pondered what he just said.  "I guess I have a weird loving family." He
chuckled.

   Emily walked out of Howard's office with a hall pass in her hand.  She
felt exhausted, excited, horny, sexy, emotional, grown-up, vulnerable,
empowered, and many other emotions all at the same time.  She was also
feeling a little bit sweaty; she was glad she was on her way to gym class.
Class had already begun; she was twenty minutes late.  She changed quickly,
and joined the other girls.

   With her inflated level of confidence she decided to hang close to
Heather.  She spent the entire rest of the class chatting with the pretty
blond girl.  Emily was determined to win her over.  She didn't have to try
very hard.  Twenty minutes later all 25 seventh grade girls were back in
the locker room stripping off their gym clothes.  Emily followed Heather
into the shower and jumped under the same shower head - it was a small
room, and not uncommon for friends to share.  Heather remained very
receptive to Emily's attention.  "You have such pretty hair." Emily
complimented the girl.

   "Thanks, I think your hair is pretty.  I'm actually jealous of your
hair, and your complexion." Heather admitted.  "Most people think I'm just
dumb, pretty, and blond.  So I have to work extra hard to get good grades
to prove I'm smart too." She spoke softly.  "You're really nice, and very
pretty." Heather complimented Emily.

   "Well, thanks.  You're very sweet." She responded.  "I'm a little
jealous of you, too.  I don't want to sound like a creeper or anything, but
I wish my boobs were as big as yours.  They are really pretty." Emily
giggled a little.  "I really kind of want to kiss them." She whispered. 
"Oh, I shouldn't have said that!  Now you think I'm a pervert."

   Heather was embarrassed, but said with a laugh, "No I don't.  Thanks. 
Wow, no one has ever said that to me before.  You have nothing to be
jealous of.  Your boobs are beautiful; in fact I think I want to kiss
yours. I think you have one of the sexiest bodies in our whole school."

   They returned to their lockers to dress.  Heather put her front-clasping
bra and shirt on, but intentionally left her breasts exposed to Emily as
long as she could.  This opened the door for Emily to make her move.

   "Heather, I was thinking about having a sleepover sometime soon, at my
house.  Do you think you'd want to come?"

   "That would be great!" Heather responded.  "Just us, or other girls
too?" "I was thinking just you and me." She prepared to jump off the cliff.
"Maybe you could let me see those again; and maybe kiss them, too." She
giggled, but she meant it.

   "I think I'm going to let you kiss these as much as you like." She said,
as she pointed at her own tits.  Heather glanced around to look for prying
eyes.  Seeing none she gave Emily a quick peck on the lips.

   "I can't wait to have a sleepover with you." Heather said softly.  "Come
on, we're late for lunch.  Can I sit with you?"

  
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