(Mf cons rom oral hs teen)
This story is part of the Schoolgirl Scandals series archived at www.asstr.org/~aaronwebster/
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Monday, 4th September 2000.
"Good morning, Mr Robson."
"Oh, hi Helena. Shouldn't you be in a class somewhere?"
"I've got a study period. One of the perks of the 6th form! So I thought I would come and see how my favourite form teacher was getting on."
"I'm not your form tutor any more. You've all deserted me for the 6th Form."
"Couldn't you become a 6th Form tutor?"
"'Fraid not. I took delivery of a new batch of year 7's this morning. All as fresh faced and innocent as you undoubtedly once were, five years ago."
"Until you corrupted us!"
"I never laid a finger on you!"
"Bet you wanted to lay something on us... or up us!"
"Ssshh! Don't tell everyone. Anyway, I'm teaching your geography class tomorrow."
"You can't expect me to wait that long! I've got used to seeing you everyday!"
"Don't pout."
" I can't help it, I'm getting withdrawal symptoms."
"Withdrawal? But I haven't entered you yet."
"I wouldn't refuse you."
"Hmmm... tempting, but lets not go there. OK?"
"If you say so, sir."
"So how's your first day of 6th Form life."
"Oh, I'm feeling so grown up."
"Don't be sarcastic."
"Do you like my new outfit?"
"Very much the young business woman. You are all grown up."
"Do you think the skirt is too short?"
"A skirt can never be too short. Anyway, I like the Ally McBeal look."
"I can do more for you than that anorexic midget!"
"If I let you!"
"Are you sure you're not tempted?"
"Don't stroke your thighs like that, you'll ladder your tights."
"They're not tights. They're hold-ups. See?"
"Oh good grief! Pull your skirt back down, girl."
"Don't you like my thighs, sir?"
"They are very nice. Now pull your skirt back down before somebody sees us."
"You think they're too fat don't you Mr Robson?"
"No Helena, they are perfect But tall girls in short skirts are a lethal combination, so please show a little decorum before we both do something we'll regret."
"I won't regret it."
"Just pull your dress back down."
"Shan't! Do you want to see me touch my toes?"
"No!"
"There."
"Oh my God, you're wearing a thong!"
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, very nice. Now straighten up."
"Can I sit on your lap?"
"No!"
"Can I sit right next to you?"
"OK."
"You always used to let me sit on your lap."
"You were a lot younger then."
"Don't you love me now I'm all growed up?"
"I still like you very much."
"Would you prefer it if I was still wearing my little pleat skirt and knee socks? I've still got them at home."
"Well, do yourself a favour. Meet a nice boy and wear it for him. I guarantee you'll be in bed for a week."
"But I don't want a boyfriend. I want you."
"I'm sorry."
"Now I'm upset. You always used to cuddle me when I was upset."
"You were a lot younger then."
"So you admit, you like them young?"
"Don't go there."
"So, who was that little girl I saw you with earlier?"
"When?"
"In the classroom, just now."
"Oh. That was Charlotte. One of my new year 7's."
"You gave her a cuddle."
"She was very upset. She was two hours late for school and looked like she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. She got lost apparently."
"How can you get lost coming here? You can't miss the place!"
"She managed it."
"What did you say to her?"
"I told her I would have to tell her parents and then she burst into tears."
"Is that when you gave her a cuddle?"
"I tried, but she freaked."
"Silly girl. I wouldn't have."
"Anyway, she assured me she would come to school with her two friends tomorrow, so I had to let it go at that."
"Are they in your class as well?"
"Mr Lawrence's, I think."
"Oh. Do you fancy her?"
"No."
"Are you sure? I mean, pretty little brunette, all in distress. Quite tempting I would have thought."
"I prefer blondes."
"Ooh, lovely man. You say the sweetest things. Can I kiss your cheek."
"If you like."
"There. So, are there any little blonde girls that you fancy."
"No. I am a teacher. They are pupils. It wouldn't be right."
"I thought you enjoyed flirting with frustrated little schoolgirls."
"I do. And I would like to flirt with them for many years to come. Aside from long holidays, its one of the few perks of being a teacher. But if I ever took it further I would probably end up in jail, surrounded by six foot criminals, who would sodomise me. Frankly, the idea does not appeal."
"Have you never been tempted?"
"All the time. But whenever I see an angry lynch mob from the News Of The World hounding some poor pedo out of his house, I somehow regain control."
"So, do you just sit at home and wank over all those girls in their skimpy little uniforms?"
"Yes, I count schoolgirls like other people count sheep."
"What, jumping over a fence?"
"Something like that."
"With little pleated skirts flapping in the wind, revealing skimpy white cotton panties?"
"Who said anything about panties?"
"What happens when you get to me?"
"You run up to the fence, jump, fall over it, and get buggered up the arse by a ram."
"You must have gotten really frustrated after your wife left."
"Oh, thanks for reminding me of that."
"Did she leave because she found out about your preferences."
"That was part of it, yes."
"She didn't find that photo we left in your case did she?"
"Well, that certainly didn't help."
"I'm really sorry."
"She would have left anyway."
"We wanted to come round and give you some comfort."
"And relief?"
"That too. We waited outside your house for four hours once, about three years ago, talking about what we wanted you to do to us."
"Really?"
"Would you have?"
"No."
"You would rather just lie in bed, wanking all night?"
"No, but you were all under age, so it seemed the safest option."
"I know, 'when roses are red, they're ready for plucking; when girls are 16, they're ready for f..."
"Helena!"
"You taught us that rhyme."
"Except for the final word."
"I was 16 last Thursday."
"I knew that was coming."
"No, its just the way it walks."
"I am still a teacher and you are still a pupil."
"But I'm legal now, so you won't get arrested."
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Why not? You've spent the last five years seducing me."
"Flirting dear. Not seducing."
"Its the same thing."
"What are you doing with that hand?"
"I'm just feeling your bulge. Its very hard."
"This is not a good idea."
"You know you want to."
"I think you should move your hand."
"Like this?"
"No! Not like that."
"I tell you what, you move my hand, if you want to. Because, if you don't, then I'm going to pull your zipper down like this, reach inside your trousers like this, and pull out... Wow! Thats even bigger than I thought! Let me touch it. Let me stroke it up and down. Do you think I could get it all in my mouth?"
"You could... Oh, God, that feels good! Oh, thank you, Helena."
"Do you like that then sir."
"Don't bloody talk. Suck!"
"Whatever you say, sir."
"Oh that feels good... That feels sensational... How many tongues have you got..? Oh..."
"Are you coming yet, sir"
"Not just yet. I've had years of restraint remember."
"Thats good."
"Let me just move your hips. I want to get at your pussy. Don't stop sucking."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm returning the complement. I want to get to your pussy."
"Ooh, sir. Shall I take my knickers off?"
"No, I'll just pull them to one side. There. Keep sucking."
"Ooh. I'd love to."
"Oh, that feels good. And what a pretty pussy you have. I just want to bury myself in it."
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"Helena?"
"Mmmm?"
"I think that you had better stop sucking now."
"MMMM?!?"
"Because I'm about to explode in your mouth, thats why."
"Mmmm. Mmmm."
"Its just that I can think of better places to come, thats all."
"Oh. Mmmm . Good point."
"So, how do you want to do this? I don't have any blankets in the classroom."
"You mean you weren't expecting me?"
"How about we hitch that little skirt of yours up again and we do it sitting on this chair?"
"How about, you lie me down and fuck me across your desk?"
"Erm..."
"Its been a fantasy of mine since year 8."
"Oh really? Well I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Let me carry you to my desk."
"Ooh sir!"
"Ow! My back! Ow! Thats what comes of loving tall girls, I suppose."
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, just let me get you to the desk... There."
"You said 'love'"
"Yes, I suppose I did."
"Oh sir!"
"Steady on. Let me hitch this skirt up... and pull these panties down."
"They're very sticky."
"No man ever wants to hear that. Its something we try to ignore, okay?"
"'kay"
"Now let me open your blouse... and unhook this bra."
"Do you like them?"
"Your breasts are gorgeous. Let me lick those little nips."
"Ooh, thats nice. Are you going to fuck me now, sir?"
"All in good time. Haven't you ever heard of foreplay?"
"Yes, but I've got a maths lesson next and you've got year 9 geography."
"Oh yes. Good point."
"Slide your cock into me, sir."
"Erm... I should ask... That is... Have you ever..."
"You mean, am I a virgin?"
"Er... yes."
"Of course not. I've had loads of boys. You can fuck me as hard as you like."
"Oh... You mean you didn't wait for me?"
"No. Now are you going to bloody fuck me or not?"
"You little slapper. I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Ooh, yes!"
"Your pussy is so warm and tight."
"Just for you..."
"I'm going to fuck you so hard..."
"Ooh yes. Oh thank you sir... thank you sir... thank you!"
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"So, tell me about all these boys you've had."
"What about them?"
"Who were they? When? Where?"
"Oh I made that up. Of course I waited for you. I deflowered myself with mum's vibrator, two years ago..."
"Oh."
"...when the frustration got too much."
"Oh."
"Disappointed?"
"No. Its just I thought I'd gotten myself a real dirty girl there."
"Of course, I have made love to lots of girls..."
"Really?"
"Want me to tell you about them?"
© Aaron Webster November 2000
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