Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Krystal - Proper Guidance

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despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Krystal- Proper Guidance - (guidance.txt) - What good is a
guidance counselor? Now, what good is a guidance counselor with a very
big dick? This is the journey from a worthless counselor to a helpful
one. M/F, oral, anal



			Krystal - Proper Guidance

	Krystal is 21 now. That makes it three years (more or less)
since Ken Hern's transition from worthless to worthwhile.
	Today's Brandi's birthday. Following a tradition three years old,
Brandi lets herself in through the back gate off the alley behind
Mr. Hern's house. It is finally her turn. She wants to see what big
liars the other girls are.
	She doesn't doubt that Mr. Hern knows how to fuck better than the
boys she's been with. She thinks the claims of how big Mr. Hern's cock
is, are exaggerated. She's eager in any case. Even if it's only pretty
big, Mr. Hern is still a grown man. The experience can only do her good.
	Hern is making tacos. He has a suspicion Brandi intends to visit,
but he has no idea when. School has only been out an hour. He suspects
she will go home first and then come over. He has underestimated the
expectation that has been building in Brandi through the days leading
up to her birthday.
	She knocks. She is admitted. Hern invites her to share tacos.
	"Well... thank you Mr. Hern, but could I... umm..." she says.
	"What?" Hern asks.
	"Could I... you know... see it?" she asks in an accelerating rush
and then stop of words.
	"See what?" Hern asks, honestly confused.
	"You know... your... thing," Brandi sputters.
	She makes the meaning of her words clear with a look like a laser
aimed at his crotch. Hern gets it now. She is an eager one.
	"Don't you want to wait?" Hern teases.
	"No... please, I want to know if the stories are true," she says.
	"Well, I guess you are 18," Hern says deviously.
	Hern wanted to sound humble. His dick was that big. He could be
as humble as he wanted and that hunk of meat was still swinging between
his legs. His cock spoke over any humble he might say. He didn't have 
to brag, his cock could do that itself.
	Johnny Wadder- as big as Holmes and able to actually get hard.
It isn't hard as he drags it out of his fly and lets it drop down.
	"Does it get bigger?" Brandi asks in awe.
	"A bit," Hern says, knowing Brandi will see for herself if she's
there for more than a show.
	"My god," Brandi says, "I thought they were lying."
	"Do you mind if I eat my tacos? I haven't had anything since
noon," he says.
	"Can we take our clothes off?" Brandi asks.
	He is unsure what makes her want to eat in the nude, but it's not
a bad thing. Brandi is pretty cute and he'd like to see her naked. He
can't feel bad if she wants to admire his cock. It certainly will keep
the purpose of her visit in the front of his mind. There's no downside.
	"Can I kiss it?" she asks halfway through taco number two.
	She wants to know. His cock is already twice the size, counting
girth, of the biggest one she's had. She wants to see what she's in
for, or, what's for going in her.
	Eating tacos is the distraction when a birthday girl is sucking
your dick. Hern wants to get that out of the way now that his rising
lust has suppressed his appetite- for food. He crams the rest of the
taco in his mouth and leans back to chew and let Brandi suck him.
	She has to open wide to cram his cock in her mouth. She can't get
it very far in. With the size of his cock, it doesn't seem like she's
taken very much, but her mouth is crammed. She didn't know they came
this big.
	Hern thinks she is doing a good job. He never gets very far into
a mouth. Even Miss Frederick, the Spanish teacher, who said she could
swallow any man whole, only managed half of his cock before she nearly
choked to death. That was miraculous and Hern didn't expect miracles
from newly 18-year-old girls.
	Brandi was doing the job. His cock was getting hard. Only part of
that was due to her efforts sucking his cock. Hern was thinking ahead
to initiating her.
	Brandi was the athletic type. She didn't participate in sports
but her body was still lean and hard. She had hips but they were
skinny, even though they had broadened to womanly proportions. Her
breasts were never going to be huge and never going to be any more
delightful than the single handful mounds that still rode firm and
high on her chest.
	Hern's cock was going to look even bigger slipping into her
little body. That thought made his cock quiver in her mouth. She was
going to be so tight. They all were.
	They had never had one so big. Hern knew he was a rarity. And
most of them were afraid when it came down to putting it in. That made
them even tighter on his cock. Still, they wanted it. They needed to
see if size mattered.
	Brandi was feeling cold. It wasn't cold in Mr. Hern's house. It
was how big his cock grew that was giving her chills. She didn't know
if it could fit. She couldn't back down now, however. The other girls
had managed it. She was determined to try.
	"Okay, you've convinced me that I'm not that hungry," Hern says.
"I guess we should move this to a more appropriate setting."
	"Yeah, let's do that," Brandi says, eager to start before she
has more time to think how big his cock is.
	The bedroom is clean. At least all the dirty clothes are behind
the closet door and not all over the floor. Hern has developed a 
procedure for birthdays over the years. He hasn't yet resorted to
scented candles to set the mood, but he does make the room presentable.
	"You just lay back and let me serve the birthday girl," Hern
tells Brandi.
	She is still nervous. He expects that. He is not about to mount
her as soon as he gets on the bed. This day is not about being cruel to
the students. Women like Miss Frederick need some relaxing before they
can accommodate his cock. Girls like Brandi got a double helping.
	Brandi is too shy to stick her tongue in his mouth when he kisses
her and he takes her lead. It is her day. He moves down to kiss her 
breasts and suck her nipples. She moans. His touch is gentle but
insistent. It is a welcome change from the groping of boys. It feels 
good without hurting at all.
	"Mr. Hern! What are you doing?" she asks as he slips lower.
	"Hasn't anyone kissed you down there?" he asks.
	"Well... but not a teacher," Brandi says.
	He doesn't answer. He knows she will stop worrying when his
tongue starts its magic. It's not the first time a girl has been 
bashful about letting his face between her legs. His kisses her like
it was her mouth, but unlike her mouth he lets his tongue slip out to
lick along the lips.
	He teases around the hood of her clit and then his tongue slips
down and slides into her. Her back arches a bit, but the tension is
fading. It feels too good to fight it. His tongue explores and then he 
licks a finger to slip into her.
	He only has to reach the excitement stored behind her nervousness.
She is primed for ecstasy if he can get her beyond her initial 
hesitation. And he needs to loosen her manually so she does not retreat
from her desire when he does put his cock in her. She needs to be very
loose so the size of his cock does not shock her.
	He adds a second finger while pressing his pursed lips around on
the tent at the top of her slit. The third finger brings his tongue
out to find the now hard nub of her clit. She is breathing hard. She
is ready for him to assault that button of pleasure directly.
	"Oh Mr. Hern! Oh... Oh my... Oh my god!" Brandi gulps as he
zeros in on the sensitive button.
	His fingers thrust like a cock. He drags the flat of his tongue
around on her clit while she thrashes on the bed. Brandi is very
orgasmic. He decides she will appreciate cumming before he fucks her.
Orgasmic girls do not generally object to being aroused again right
after they have a climax.
	It will be easier on both of them with her in this relaxed state.
She will be even wetter and more ready to admit his cock. He moves up
and looks into the dreamy eyes of the birthday girl.
	"Now I'm going to put it in you," he says. "I'm going to go slow
so you don't have to worry. Just relax and enjoy it."
	"Oh god, Mr. Hern, go ahead. I want to feel that inside me,"
Brandi invites him.
	It is a moment Brandi has been anticipating far more than Hern.
She had been waiting to join her friends on the other side of this
initiation for a long time before she knew what the initiation was
going to include.	Now she lay back with both anticipation and a tinge
of concern and waited for him to fill her up.
	It was easy at first. Oh yes, she could feel how wide she
stretched as he pushed into her, but it was good and not frightening.
It was great as he filled her up. There was so much of him and it felt
so snug inside her.
	Then he pushed some more. Suddenly she remembered her misgivings.
He had already filled up the space that was open. He had gone as far 
as man had gone before and stuffed it with his girth. But there was
more- much more. 
	"It might help if you touch yourself," Hern says at that moment.
	He always finds this place in a girl or a woman. He is about to
move into Star Trek space. It helped to reassure them. Getting them
to excite themselves was a double remedy. It gave them something else
to think about and helped to lubricate the proceedings.
	It isn't a distraction for Brandi. The jolts of her furious
jabbing at her clit are the parts that pass her notice. She is rapt
with the ominous expanding she feels in her sheath. She feels the walls
unroll to deepen her. She feels herself make way for this huge cock.
	It is an act of becoming. As much as it is an invasion of cock,
it is an unveiling of the ability to accommodate whatever might come.
Brandi feels more of a woman with each inch of cock she opens to let
enter her.
	She feels like a coquettish maiden to Hern. As he eases forward
against the far wall, she retreats almost reluctantly to grant him
a deeper possession of her body. He is opening her like she has never 
been opened before. She yields each inch with fitting resistance, but
easily cedes the inch when it is lost.
	Brandi will let him enter all the way. He is sure from the way 
she accepts each inch without panic taking her face. Fear is his only
foe. Women were made to take so much more than they think. 
	Brandi is falling over the edge again. Her fingers are spastic
across her clit. She is so filled. Mr. Hern's cock is burrowing so far
inside her. It is such an exciting moment.
	Hern greets her orgasm like a gift from the gods. Between the
spasms he pushes into her. She is in no condition to notice the 
increased intrusion. He slides into her until their bellies meet.
	"Mr. Hern?" Brandi mews a question.
	"What is it Brandi?" he asks.
	"You're not going to stop now, are you?" she asks.
	"Do you want me to?" he asks.
	"Gosh no," she says quickly, "I just thought because I had cum
and all you might stop."
	"Why would I do that?" he asks.
	"Because it's so big," she says, "But I don't mind. It really
feels strange, but I don't mind. I want you to do it until you cum
too."
	"I was planning on it," he assures her.
	He is happy to show her that grown men don't stop until they're
done, just like the boys she's known. If there wasn't anything in it for
him, he wouldn't do it.
	Brandi has a moment of panic, finally, when Hern's cock moves.
For the first few thrusts she feels overwhelmed by how full she is and
how far his cock probes into her body. The panic comes to her eyes and
makes her fingers clutch at Mr. Hern's arms.
	Her shortens his thrust and drives into her harder. He doesn't
want to be evil, but it is hard to resist such a look of distress. It's
what having a huge cock is all about. She is impressed to the point of
fear by his cock and he can't help encouraging her. The bright flashes
in her eyes make his blood run hot.
	Brandi's own blood takes over shortly. So full and so deep are
also affecting her on the limbic level. Her hips rock even as she has
trouble drawing breath. Her body over-rules her fear. Mr. Hern's cock
is reaching her deep and most primitive desires. He is hitting that
spot that arouses her animal desires.
	Her fingers grip harder, but they pull him to her. She still
feels like a trapped animal being devoured, but she surrenders to her
desire to be the victim. It is intense, which is scary and also making
her sink into a pit of raw sex that she has never known before.
	Hern assaults her. Her body is pleading for him to ravage her.
Her hips surge to meet him as he drives into her. She pulls harder on
his arms as he pulls back to thrust again. This one is giving in to the
feeling. Brandi is taking advantage of the occasion and allowing herself
to benefit from the experience.
	Brandi cums again. It is the most intense yet with Mr. Hern still
stuffing her with his huge cock. Her feet run over the bedcovers in
her writhing. Her hips seek to make him drive deeper. Her mouth cries
out in animal grunts. Brandi's mind empties of everything but the
thrill.
	As she slowly remembers where she is, Brandi finds that she
is returning Mr. Hern's attack. Her body moves counter to his, throwing
itself at him as he drives into her. Her body wants him to possess it
and Brandi gives in to its lead.
	The extraordinary only extends to Hern's endowment. Brandi's 
third orgasm takes it toll on his endurance. Her thrashing massages 
his cock in the wet grip of sex flesh and her spasms beg his cock to
give up its essence. She does not stop the massage and his arms tremble
holding his weight off her.
	He drops to his elbows for the last lunges. Brandi moves against
him as he stays deep and attacks with short strokes. Her cunt is so
hot as it jackets his cock. She has the perfect place for his semen.
	"Are you protected?" Hern gasps.
	"Go ahead! Go ahead! Cum!" Brandi gasps back.
	Fortunately, she is protected. She is not thinking of anything
but Mr. Hern's cock pounding the last extent of her sheath. She wants
him to have the pleasure he is giving her. She wants to feel him 
ejaculate inside her. She wants to be the one that satisfies him.
	It might not be a true orgasm that sends the chills through 
Brandi's body, but the feel of Mr. Hern's cock jerking inside her 
brings its own ecstasy. She has been his woman. She has taken his
cock and pleasured him. She has made him happy. It is a feeling not far
removed from climax.
	Hern eases back a bit.
	"No, don't take it out," Brandi pleads. "Don't leave me empty
so soon. Leave it in me a little while."
	This time she gives Hern her tongue when they kiss. The heat of
their coupling is still pumping through her body. She is no longer shy.
She has been wrapped, dipped and coated in sensual passion. She is still
hungry for the sensations to continue.
	"Happy birthday," Hern says quietly.
	"That's not all is it?" Brandi feels like pouting.
	She hears herself and thinks she sounds ungrateful, but she is
driven by a greater need. It was sex like she had never imagined. She
can't let it go that easily.
	"Won't you do it to me again?" she asks.
	"Maybe I should," Hern says. "We didn't really do much but get
right to it, did we?"
	It was the point, after all. Not that tagging all the cute girls
in school wasn't motivation enough. The point, as a matter of excuse,
was to educate them what sex could be so that they would not find out
too late that they had settled for some cheap imitation of its true joy
out of ignorance.
	Those were Krystal's words. This was Krystal's legacy.
	"Do you want me to suck it again?" Brandi asks.
	What boy could hear those words and refuse? It was the perfect
excuse to avoid conversation while recuperating. Hern grabbed the
illusionary mantle of his higher calling. He would show her how it 
could be better than that.
	"Maybe in a little while, but let's hold each other right now,"
Hern says. "That was wonderful and I just want to lay here next to you 
and think about it."
	His cock wasn't going to pop to attention if she put her mouth
on it. It wasn't going to be long, at least it would be sooner than
average, but Hern was going to spend time making contact with Brandi
while they waited. She deserved to expect that from her lovers.
	"You know, really, holding each other, touching each other should
work as well as sucking a cock," he says, unable to resist being the
teacher. "Both of you should get back into the mood together."
	It was purely waiting for an erection. Brandi had not left the
mood. She had just fucked Mr. Hern. It was a pinnacle she had dreamed
of and she had found it was a pinnacle higher than she imagined. She
was still pleased with herself and still warm from the excitement that
still flowed in her like her warm blood.
	Hern just wanted to hold this marvelous little girl and feed off
her youth and wonder. Each one was so much a child to him. They were
so fresh and new. Brandi was no exception with her firm cupcake hills
and bouncy just-growing butt.
	It wouldn't take long for the thought of fucking her again to
alert his dick and make it eager to probe her. Krystal had left him
with such a great purpose. He believed he was helping. He knew the
girls dreamed of it more than merely consented. And he found it most
arousing to have a steady if not constant stream of these fresh little
vixens to fuck.
	"I feel it moving," Brandi tattles as he is enjoying her body
with his hands.
	Brandi is giggly. She can't help the feeling like a fizz inside
her. Mr. Hern is going to make love to her again. This time her 
anticipation is not tainted with fear. Oh yes, it will be overwhelming
to take that huge cock. No, it won't kill her or even damage her.
	For Hern it is more like a growl beginning its rumbling in his
chest. He will spear her like a salmon heedlessly pursuing its need to
spawn. But before he unleashes that animal on her, he is pledged to
show her the joys of preparation.
	"Kiss me like you did the last time," Hern says as he rolls to
Brandi.
	That will bring both their wishes closer. Hern particularly likes
kissing. It has so many things in common with fucking. The two of them
add their desires and they collide in a physical struggle to bring
both desires to fruition. 
	He likes kissing young girls because sometimes they are as good
at it as he is. Sometimes they even have tricks. He takes clues from
their aggression or passiveness on how they want to be fucked.
	Brandi wants him the same way she had him, urgently and abruptly.
Her tongue does not try to overpower him, but it finds its opportunities
and attacks. As her passion grows she sucks on his tongue like a cock.
She wants the maximum of everything.
	Hern's hands roam her breasts, her thighs, her butt, her belly 
as they state their case in the kiss. Now he too is impatient for his
cock to stand so they can finish the skirmish their tongues have
started. Brandi has turned out to be a very enjoyable initiate in this
program of education.
	"Do you want me to suck it now?" Brandi asks during a break for
breath.
	"Are you asking because you really want to or just because boys
want you to?" Hern asks.
	"I want to do it and I think that will make it faster," Brandi
confesses.
	"Just touch it," Hern says, "That will be just as fast. We'll see
about sucking when it's hard again."
	He sees the flinch in her eyes when he says that. It's a benefit
of being more than three or four mouthfuls. It's good to be a menace,
especially when they all still want him.
	His words are true. Her hands wrapping around his cock bring it
swinging to alertness. He is busy feasting on the cherry tops of her
cupcakes. It should be about both of them. He wants her to see that.
	She wants the big bang. Aroused is nice, but thinking about his
cock inside her is arousing enough. She wants action. The last time was
the best ever. She wants to try and match it.
	 "I think it's ready," Brandi says. "Are we going to do it the
same way as last time?"
	Hern is all about new experiences. He's willing to try anything
Brandi is comfortable with.
	"How should we do it?" he asks.
	"I don't know. What's the best way?" Brandi asks.
	"The best way is the way you like it best," Hern says. "Is there
anything you've done you like the best?"
	"I like your... thing," Brandi giggles. "That's the best thing."
	"You can call it a cock," Hern suggests. "It's pretty silly to be
embarrassed by a word after what we've done, now isn't it?"
	Brandi blushes. It is more a blush in anticipation of the games
she intends than a reaction. Hern still doesn't know what she wants.
	"Did you want to do it some particular way?" he asks.
	"Like what?" Brandi asks back.
	"Well, I think face to face is the best for the basic, ummm..
mechanics, but sometimes a woman wants to be on top so she can control
the action and sometimes you might want to face away and be entered 
from behind," Hern pontificates.
	"From behind? Like in the ass?" Brandi asks.
	Hern is sure her look is not one of excitement.
	"That is another way," Hern says, "But I meant back to front on
our sides or kneeling or something like that. I don't think you're
ready for anal sex with me."
	There was something of a challenge in that. Brandi ignored it.
She could not imagine Mr. Hern's cock going into her ass.
	"Can we try them all?" Brandi asks.
	"Why don't you start out on top and then you can decide what
we do," Hern suggests.
	He rolls on his back. His cock looks like Jack's candlestick and
Brandi isn't sure she can jump over it, much less get high enough to
squat down on top of it. But his cock has been in her before. It was
the best ever.
	Brandi lets her memory of the pleasure over-ride her anxiety as
she stands up to straddle Mr. Hern. His cock doesn't look any smaller
when she stands over it. The distance seems to exaggerate how
abnormally large it is. It takes a bit of willpower to squat down.
	His cock touches her before she can get on her knees. It goes in
an inch or two as she kneels over Hern. It doesn't feel like she is in
control. It feels like his cock has taken control before she even
starts.
	Mr. Hern is smiling at her. She remembers the overpowering
feeling and the pleasure of his cock making new room inside her. She
rocks back on his cock. She has barely moved and she is filled like
she has been with other boys. For a moment she is tempted to stay where
she is and only fuck half Mr. Hern's cock.
	Mr. Hern's hands are sliding up and down her thighs. She feels 
an expectation that she will fuck him the right way. She tries to bring
back the memory of ecstasy again. She eases down.
	She can't help it. Her thighs tremble in the halfway crouch. His
cock is opening her again. It is overpowering. Fear brings sweat and
a pounding heart. A deeper need makes her push down, forcing more of
Mr. Hern's cock into herself.
	She is not distracted by the orgasm of becoming. She is left to
feel her belly swell as it is stuffed with cock. She is so full of Mr.
Hern. She is nearly down when she lifts up to relieve the pressure. Mr.
Hern sighs. He plays with her breasts.
	Brandi no longer needs to recall the pleasure. It comes to her
like the great heat that seems to cloak her. She barely notices when 
her bouncing on Mr. Hern's cock brings her down against him and forces
the last inch into her belly.
	 Need, desire, compulsion, passion are in one driving force
moving her hips up and down on his cock. She isn't cumming but she is
as lost in her exercise as she is in orgasm. It drives her to drop down
and force the cock inside her. It feels like the cock is controlling 
her, enticing her to impale herself on it.
	She isn't cumming but this is the best alternative. She feels 
that she is outside normal time as the cock finds needs inside her that
she has never known. Mr. Hern's hand roam her body. She moves faster
in response. She senses there is more and she wants it.
	She is like juicy sinew inside. Hern feels her cunt suck at him
as she bounces in his cock. He loves the sense she is sacrificing 
herself on his man pole. He can feel how far his cock is invading her.
	She is quite frantic. Hern thinks she is trying to get him off.
He wants more out of this encounter. Brandi is too willing, too good
to waste so quickly.
	"Would you like to try something else?" he suggests with a dry
mouth.
	Brandi stops moving. She feels his cock all the way inside her
with a shudder. It felt like she was so close... But Mr. Hern has been
right so far.
	"What should I do?" she asks.
	"Lay here beside me," Hern says.
	Brandi feels like part of her has gone with it as his cock comes
out of her. She is open and empty and needs to be refilled.
	She lays down and he puts her on her side. He feels very warm
behind her. His cock coming into her is a relief of her emptiness.
	She is wrapped in his arms and filled with his cock. Brandi
relaxes into a comfortable world of safety and warmth. It feels very
good.
	Hern moves against her rear. Brandi decides it must be what
being filled with child is like. His cock presses forward. She feels
like her belly is being pushed out like a pregnant woman. It is very
interesting, but it is not enough.
	"Can we try something else?" Brandi asks.
	She can't believe she is asking for more cock. It has not been
very long since she was afraid of his size. Now she is not satisfied
with an inch or two less. While interesting, this spoons position does
not make her feel as full. Brandi feels ungrateful but certain of what
she needs. She needs it all. She needs Mr. Hern fucking every last inch
into her. She wants to cum and cum like she did the first time.
	"Do you want to get on your knees?" Hern asks.
	Brandi knows this position. It's called doggy. It's kind of 
slutty because it says 'come and get it' and exposes everything to 
your lover. That is a perfect expression of how she feels. She wants
Mr. Hern to come and get it. She wants him to give her everything.
	She gets everything. Everything makes her dizzy. Mr. Hern finds
another inch or so that was not opened before. Brandi feels her clit
vibrate as he pushes against the new limit. She feels her anus clench.
	"Yes! Fuck me!" she calls out.
	Her need is intense. She is poised on the brink and wants to be
pushed into the chasm. Her situation is intense. Mr. Hern is deep 
enough inside her to be part of her. Her body tingles.
	Brandi feels like a cock-warmer on his cock. He feels like his
cock has traveled along her backbone to the base of her skull. He is
so far in her. He feels he is hollowing her out with his thrusts.
	Brandi cums. She drops her chest to the bed to rub her burning
nipples along the bedclothes. It feels like his cock is trying to come
out of her back. She feels a teasing brush as his balls swing forward
to touch her clit when he rams into her.
	Every sensation is magnified as she shudders in orgasm. She
wants it to go on forever.
	"Don't stop!" she begs. "Fuck me hard!"
	Hern wonders if he let her off the hook too easily. Brandi is
remarkable in her hunger for his cock. Few are as excited by his full
entry and fewer want him to attempt new depths. He wonders if Brandi
might not be that special girl who could appreciate his cock opening
up and excavating her ass.
	It is too late now. Her butt kisses his belly on each thrust and
her sex is quivering and spitting out new moisture as he drives into
her. They are in the middle of an experience. He can't stop now.
	Hern feels selfish. It would only be a mark on his personal
resume. He is helped in that assessment but the luxuriant heat of
Brandi's sheath. It couldn't be that much better any other way. In
fact, this is so good that he won't be able to hold off much longer.
	"Brandi, this is so good I'm going to cum," Hern warns.
	"Please don't stop!" she begs.
	She feels the next wave coming. She can't stand to stop here.
She is not listening. She is busy being fucked.
	Her pulls her hips to him and grinds against her. Brandi teeters
on the brink again. She is so filled with cock. She feels it trying to
bore deeper.
	At the moment, Hern thrusts wildly. Brandi cries out. They are
cumming. It is as good as it gets for both of them. There is silence
broken only by hoarse breathing.

	Dear Krystal began the madness more than three years before. At
the time Mr. Hern was your average guidance counselor. He had all the
catalogues from colleges and access to test scores. Life was simple
and summed up in the mantra: get a good education, get a good job.
	Krystal, god help her, thought he was cute. More than that, she
found out he was easily embarrassed. All she had to do was grab the
bottom of her bra and give it a shake to re-locate her breasts.
	In Hern's defense, the move did cause a massive shift in
Krystal's bosom. It was a moving experience in many senses. However, it
would not have affected Mr. Hern like it did if he didn't feel a
forbidden lust for Krystal.
	Krystal was a woman in child's classes. For reference, that is
the feminine equivalent of a man among boys. She was bright as well as
pretty and filled out to be the envy of women of any age.
	Hern was taken with her. Hern fantasized about her. Hern wanted
her, but she was unattainable. She was a student and he was not to
have those feelings for the children in his charge.
	It all may have passed as an aching desire on his part and an
innocent flirtation on hers, but for Jimmy Norton. Jimmy believed in
the hard sell. He wasn't the one that didn't understand 'no'. Krystal
was the one that didn't understand 'no' meant Jimmy would try harder.
	Nor was Jimmy above making his case physical. He saw himself as
a force not to be denied. If he had to be tough to convince her, so
be it. Krystal did not want to wait until he raped her to get help.
	Fortunately and unfortunately, Krystal sought help from Mr. Hern.
It should have been a good choice. Mr. Hern had both a personal and
professional stake in protecting Krystal. It was unfortunate that he
couldn't be effective.
	Jimmy Norton was no more impressed with Mr. Hern's orders to 
desist than he was with Krystal's. All Mr. Hern could do was rescue
Krystal when he saw Jimmy closing in. It was one of those rescues
that turned into the fortunate occurrence in Hern's life.
	At the time, Mr. Hern would have felt balanced on the horns of
fortunately and unfortunately. Krystal was in his car, being whisked
out of Jimmy' reach. If was uncomfortable to be so close to her
temptation. He wanted her so much, but he could not give in.
	Krystal was not going to help him make the right choice. She
teased Hern because she thought he was cute, but with the same
resigned acceptance of failure as Hern felt. She didn't think she
could loosen the iron bands of duty that kept his pants on.
	She proved to be more devious than she gave herself credit for.
It was all about inching toward a goal. Don't dump me off here. Can't
I go to your house until we're sure Jimmy has gone? My goodness,
I would never have guessed you had such a nice place. Did you pick
out those curtains?
	Can you cook? I can cook. Let me make you supper. She had to
sneak up from a direction he wouldn't expect. At the same time, she
knew how to make the best of her misdirection.
	A skirt was never more useful than when it was used to give
innocent, but oh so sexy peeks at what it covered. Krystal made sure
her skirt was put to its best use along with the opening of the 
neckline of her blouse. She knew how she affected Mr. Hern. She was 
doing her best to affect him as she cooked.
	Hern knew he was straying onto dangerous ground. He flattered
himself that he could step back in time. It was too tempting to have
Krystal there. He could pretend she was his woman. He could look at
her 'innocent' revealings and have his private thoughts as keepsakes.
	He wanted her. He just couldn't act on his desire. He wanted her
there, it was just dangerous. He was seduced by his desire to brave the
danger.
	It turned out Krystal thought he was more than cute. Some 
winking or giggling seduction would have mis-fired. She was taken by
an urge powerful enough to sweep them both before it. After supper
she flew at him and pinned him in his chair.
	Hern was not convinced. Hern did not need to be convinced. He
was only able to offer a weak resistance when Krystal surfaced from
their deep kiss and undid the buttons on her blouse.
	He told her he couldn't as she put his hands on her breasts.
He told her it was wrong as he squeezed those breasts and she nibbled down his neck. He said it wasn't proper as her bottom roused his cock
with its squirming.
	By then it was over. Krystal couldn't believe what she thought 
she felt. She slid off his lap to investigate. She traced the outline
of his cock with her hands. She was not going to let Mr. Hern escape.
	He kept saying 'no' as she pulled him into the living room.
Krystal was looking for the first soft surface she could find. She 
threw him on the sofa and attacked his pants. She was in love when
she saw his cock.
	Hern did not give up the fight, at least his protests, even when
Krystal sat down with a husky moan and took his cock inside herself.
He forgot what he was saying a moment later. Krystal was kissing him
and it was too late.
	Her bra was half off. Her skirt was still on. Krystal, sensing
the immediate need for action, had only removed her panties before
climbing over her counselor. She was going to experience that cock.
She was taking no chances that Mr. Hern would have a last moment 
surge of strength and refuse.
	"Don't be mean, Mr. Hern," she begged as she rode his cock, "You
can't have a cock like this and not let me fuck you."
	"But I can't do this with students," he said.
	"You are," she pointed out, "And this is better than all the 
stupid stuff in your office. Don't you think love is important?"
	It was a bad time to talk. Hern hadn't been laid in a year and
a half. It was impossible to worry about anything with Krystal riding
on his cock. Did she say love? It was too much of a dream come true to
argue with now. He could deal with that after.
	He had as much luck as trying to stop Krystal.
	"We can't do this again," he said.
	"I know. I've got to get home," Krystal said.
	It was wrong. It was too good to be wrong. He was too old for
her. What difference did age make? He could get in trouble. Who was
going to tell? It was a moment of weakness. They would try it again
when he was stronger.
	Krystal had better luck on the counter-attack.
	I want to do it again. We can't. I'll come over after school.
Someone will see you. I'll sneak in the back. We can't. It was the best
ever. Don't you want to make me happy? We can't. You have to. You
can't have a cock that big and deny me. But...
	It was two against one. He was arguing with himself and Krystal.
It was wonderful. Krystal was more woman than the women he'd known.
She wanted his cock. She was not shy about its size. She could handle
it, loved having it.
	It was done. That was the one argument even his cautious side
couldn't refute. He had stepped into the fire. In a self-righteous
sense, he deserved to be burned. Continuing was no more of a sin.
	He just didn't want to get caught. He had her file. Krystal was
17. He could end up in jail over this.
	Only Jimmy Norton suffered. Krystal disappeared and he could 
never figure out where she went. He might be pushy, but he was no 
match in the battle of wits with a girl on a mission.
	Krystal let herself in through the back gate. Once she was inside
even Hern had to admit she was safe. A collection of walls and fences
unintentionally blocked his tiny back yard from every angle. It was a
private haven and it made his back door a safe entry.
	After the second time, Mr. Hern no longer debated the issue. It
could be as wrong as it wanted. Krystal wanted it and he needed it.
She was co-erced only by lust and an infatuation with him. There were
no secondary motives or pressures. He understood because he felt the
same with aching urgency.
	She was raw and direct in her desire. He could have easily 
accepted her on her own terms and been happy, but he felt the need for
romance. Specifically, he wanted to draw out their love-making from
a lusty collision and then explosion to something that he could enjoy
longer.
	Krystal was more grateful than infatuation could account for.
Her eyes were opening on another reality, she said. They should show
everyone what he was showing her. Let the desire out slowly and
heighten the peak with anticipation. It was reward deferred. That was
a valuable lesson, she said.
	It meant longer touching her firm flesh. It meant basking longer
in the warm welcome of her loins. It meant holding her longer. It 
meant more quality time with his Lolita lover.
	She was eager and happy to oblige. Hern believed that she was 
not seeking status or some claim that she had ridden the monster and
survived. He believed it was special between them and they were
responding to the pleasure they gave each other. But he didn't discount
that the degree of pleasure had something to do with the size of his 
cock.
	Certainly he was setting a standard Krystal's future lovers 
could not match. She saw that as a reason to seize the opportunity 
while she had it. She thought that, at least once, every woman 
should have the chance to fuck a really big one.
	That she did with gusto no matter how long he drew out the final
connection. Krystal appreciated a really big cock. It made her shudder
when it hit the back and she loved the shudder. She loved to have 
every inch of his cock.
	That above all fed Hern's hopeless love. Krystal was more of an
opportunity, as much of a rarity, as his dick. She could handle his
size like no other. It made her so perfect and their doomed love so 
sad.
	It was Krystal's idea to take it in the ass. Mr. Hern had 
showed her so many things that she wanted to make a contribution. She
wanted to do something special. She wanted to know if she could feel
any more stuffed than she did when he fucked her.
	Self-serving experimentation was the best excuse. Mr. Hern 
didn't need any more from Krystal than she was already giving. He was
interested in her ass, it goes without saying, but not as some gift
for accepting the gift she was already giving him.
	As experiment it was a success. Hern learned the doctrine of
fear. Fear could make even the possible impossible and without fear
nothing was impossible. Women who feared his cock balked after eight
inches, screamed at its width. Fear made a passage that could pass a baby's head too small for a cock.
	Lack of fear would let you fist-fuck an asshole (or so he'd
heard). Krystal was fearless. No preliminary failure could daunt her
spirit. They had to stretch her ass some more and try again.
	When it went in, Hern had his own grand discovery. There was more
to pleasure than the head of his cock. He might be doomed to find
pleasure only in jabbing his cock against a limit, but there was a
stranger pleasure, the pleasure of a grip around the base of his cock.
	He felt Krystal had performed a miracle in teaching him this. 
Surely he would never feel that sphincter grip at the hilt of his cock
ever again. He was amazed enough that she was patient enough to let
him push his cock up her ass. 
	Success gave Krystal a greater understanding of commitment. It
confirmed her belief in possibilities. It made her feel blessed.
Krystal took all these things and pondered them in her heart.
	And as soon as she had delivered this good news, it was time for
Krystal to ascend into heaven.
	That was one way of thinking about it. College may not have been
heaven, but it was beyond Hern's reach. They spent months enjoying the
fruit of their discoveries, but it seemed only moments. But Krystal
did preach in the end days. And she prophesied the beginning of days.
	"(Yea verily) I'm serious. You don't know what it's like for a
girl like me," Krystal told him. "It's slam-bam, thank you m'am without
the thank you."
	She was advocating enlightenment for all women. She was giving
Mr. Hern a purpose.
	"How else are they going to find out? You think we can sort the
truth out of the trash they tell us? Like they're specific when it 
comes to stuff like this," she argued. "This is stuff that matters.
You can't leave the big part of life in silence. Not when you have
so much to offer."
	Yes, yes, every woman should have a chance to fuck a really big
one. Only Krystal had woven that into a ritual and dogma. It provided
a check against the lies of men. It gave them the facts to compare
the claims against. It set the bar high, but not impossibly so.
	It was not impossible. Hern's cock was that big. It represented
the pinnacle. It set a true scale for comparison. A woman couldn't be
tricked into settling for less from ignorance. Truth was power and Hern
had the truth between his legs.
	Hern only wanted Krystal. Even that was wrong. Now that she was
18, it was less wrong and he did love her so he could ignore the wrongness, but it was a special case. He knew it was a doomed loved
when he loved her. He intended to revere their time together as a 
precious memory, the tragic secret of his broken heart.
	Krystal said that was stupid. So many girls, so much to teach.
He not only should, he had to. It was important. And she knew how to
set it up.
	Hern didn't know the ritual or the vows taken. He had to trust 
that Krystal understood herself and girls like her well enough to keep
him safe. He had to trust her choices because she would not let him
refuse. His only input was to insist that they be 18.
	Krystal said that would work. It would be part of the mystery of
the society. And, just in case of course, it could make it all a 
fantasy if anyone proved unreliable and had to be excommunicated from
the group.
	He could refuse her nothing. In the dark, alone, he had to admit
the genius of her plan. No one would be Krystal, but no one was a very
lonely choice. He had tasted forbidden fruit. He could no longer claim
stainless status. Living with a sexless memory was sad.
	And so Krystal begat a legacy.

	Mr. Hern looks at his calendar. It is the 7th. Beverly turns 18
on the 8th. Tonight he needs a good night's sleep. Tomorrow will be
a long day.
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