From archive@croydon.dartmouth.edu Thu Oct 19 16:10:48 1995 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: CNR: T.A. (Teacher, M/teen f) From: archive@croydon.dartmouth.edu (CNR Archive) Date: 19 Oct 1995 20:10:48 GMT Files from the CNR Archive/Disclaimer: I did not write these stories, but have archived them from public newsgroups, mailing lists, or network servers. Where possible, attribution to the original author has been maintained. All of these stories are of adult nature, and may not be viewed by children under the age of 18, or where they are prohititted by law. Some of these stories are extremely explicit -- containing graphic descriptions of illegal or immoral activities, such as incest or violence -- and may not be appropriate for some adults. If you don't like that sort of thing, don't read them. Don't bother mailing me for reposts, with comments, etc; if the author left an address, mail them if you like. <Scroll down to start reading.. if you're offended by this sort of thing, or a minor, exit now...> ----- Teacher's Aide (teacher/student(mf)/cons./romantic/spanking) - fiction by D.A.P. The following work is entirely fictional and in no way represents past events or real people nor does it seek to promote adult/teenager sexual relations as a way of life. It is merely a story to be read for the enjoyment (hopefully) of a tale told well for those who find this sort of subject matter interesting or exciting. No person under 18 years of age (or 21, depending on where you live) should download or read this material as it is of an entirely adult nature. The author would appreciate any comments - both positive (naturally) and negative - as long as they are logical and constructive. Those who decide to waste their time writing "flames" will find that they have succeeded in doing just that and that alone as they will receive no response. I hope that you find that my work is provocative enough to warrant your comments. I would also appreciate it greatly if you would E-mail your comments directly to me (DP7777@aol.com) rather than posting them on the newsgroup if that's not too much trouble. Here's hoping that most of the mistakes you find are merely typographical in nature. TEACHER'S AIDE "Would you people get quiet?" Mr. Anthony yelled for the fourth or fifth time during the same 7th period U.S. History class. They were unruly again as they almost always were, here near the tiring, irritating end of yet another tiring, irritating school day. He had tried yelling and cajoling and bribing, but nothing had worked with this group all year long. He finally gives up trying to explain Reconstruction and tells the students to work on their homework assignment for the rest of the period. As had become his habit in this, the worst of his classes, Mr. Anthony glanced over to the one part of the room where he's sure he'll see one friendly, attentive face. He drinks in Robin's face for as long as he dares, noticing as he does that she's actually trying to get the kids around her to be quiet so that she can get some homework done. The teacher leaves his eyes on her just a second too long, though, and Robin looks up at him and catches his eye. She beams her biggest, sweetest smile when she sees that he's watching and shrugs her shoulders as if to say, "I can't get them to be quiet either." It's a scene that has repeated itself over and over again this school year, because this entire section of U.S. History seems to be populated entirely with assholes with the single exception of the pretty, brown-haired 16-year-old. It's finally, mercifully over. The bell rings and the kids zoom out, again with the only exception being Robin, of course. As is her habit very nearly every day, Robin comes by Mr. Anthony's desk and says, "See ya tomorrow." He smiles up at her, feeling a little uneasy at the same time that he appreciates her trying to be so genuinely friendly. He does his best to stare off into the middle distance after she turns and starts walking out, but he finds his gaze invariably drawn back to her. He intently watches her firm, youthful (if a bit wide) ass as it sways back and forth while she walks out into the hallway. No more kids will bother him today. Eighth period is a planning period for him, which, after one of his usual days, often means a collapse-on-his-desk period so he has energy enough to drive home after school. "Thank God, the end of the day," Mr. Anthony's groans softly to himself when Robin's ass disappears out his door while he rubs his temples to try to relieve some of his daily dose of tension. He knows that it's very, very dangerous for him to think this way about one of his female students. It's the single quickest way to leave the teaching profession early nowadays with sexual harassment on everyone's mind. Of course, all teachers did it, both male and female. The clothes that the kids wore - that their parents LET them wear! - were just too damn provocative and revealing for any normal human not to at least look at them, either down the front of a low-cut blouse or up a too-short mini-skirt, or, for the female teachers, at the conspicuous bulges in the front of male students' sweat pants or jeans. "The problem," Mr. Anthony thinks, with a tired sigh, "was not to let yourself dwell or fixate on a student, no matter how hard they tried to get you to sometimes." Robin had been trying her best to get him to do just that for weeks now. He had become convinced quite some time back that he wasn't just flattering himself by thinking that a cute girl half his age had the hots for him. She had convinced him. Some of the attempted flirtations by 16- and 17-year-olds were so obvious as to be laughable. Hell, the 13- and 14-year-old ninth graders who he taught had tried it, too. The obvious ones were so obvious that they were easy to push aside and resist. Robin, on the other hand, was doing everything as properly as could be done. No winks or overenthusiastic brushes against him amongst the hallway traffic. No silly compliments about his tie or the clothes he wore. She was much more subtle than that, and that was what worried him. He was afraid that she might be serious about him, and even more afraid that he wanted her to be serious. He had taught Robin earlier, and, back then - when she would have been about 13 or 14 - she was just another one of the troublemakers, yapping constantly and doing everything she could think of to actually keep from working. In other words, she was a pretty typical high school student and in no way attractive to an adult. But, between her freshman and junior years, some sort of metamorphosis had taken place. He had noticed it from nearly the first day of the new school year. She was attentive; she studied; she did her homework, and her grades showed it, too. She was running on the borderline between an "A" and a "B" whereas in the ninth grade she had always been hanging between a "D" and an "F". He was thrilled about that part of her transformation. The part that scared him was the fact that when she dropped by his room during his free periods or stopped in after school to talk to him (which she had made a habit of doing at least once almost every day) she actually sat and talked with him like an adult. No giggling, no preening - none of that stuff. When he was with Robin, Mr. Anthony found it very easy to imagine that he was talking to someone 10 years older if he blotted out for a moment how she looked and who she was. He tried hard not to do that, but found himself doing it more and more often though it worried him immensely. She had even taken to coming in her study hall - this period in fact - and doing grading and stapling and other chores for him. He kept thinking that he shouldn't let her do it, but she was so damn helpful - and fast and hardworking - and he was so bogged down in paperwork that he kept letting her do it. And, found himself feeling more and more pleased each time she showed up in his doorway for whatever reason. "Speaking of that, I wonder where she is today?" he thought, a frown passing over his face at the thought of not seeing her outside of class. He caught himself thinking that way and harshly reminded himself that she was young and had better things to do, and then went about grading his own papers, trying mightily while he did to keep an image of her gently swaying butt from intruding on his thoughts. **** END PART 1 "Teacher's Aide" "Teacher's Aide" part 2... By the time that Mr. Anthony finally gave up on grading papers, the janitors had already bumped through and were gone for the evening. He sat and listened for a few minutes. The building was perfectly quiet. He supposed that it must be one of those rare evenings when there wasn't some sort of meeting going on in the building. He took a quick glance out the window at the parking lot, and, sure enough, his was the only vehicle in sight. "Hell, it's 5:45! No damn wonder everyone else is gone," he thought sarcastically, "they're all gone home to family and all that happy horseshit." He looked down at the mass of tests still to be graded, and decided that the grading would go much more smoothly if he was home in his little apartment with his feet up and a margarita on the stand beside his chair than it would here in this stuffy little classroom. With that in mind, Mr. Anthony began to gather up his materials, but stopped a moment later in complete surprise when he heard a light tapping at the door to his room and then the sounds of someone trying to turn the doorknob. "Well, who the hell is that?" he thought grumpily, readying himself for more aggravation. "There must have been someone else here after all and probably some silly ass who wants to yap and keep me here even later," and, then, as the doorknob kept rattling insistently, "Goddamn janitor must have locked it when he came through." He got up and went over to open it for whatever teacher was crazy enough to be working this late. Actually, he usually locked it himself when he was working this late because there were a few of his older male students who, while they'd never have the nerve to jump him in public, might just talk themselves into trying if they caught him here alone. That thought brought him up short for a moment, and he hesitated in opening the door. "Who is it?" he called through the locked door instead of saying, "Hang on, I'll be there in a seconds," as he had been about to say. "It's just me," said the quiet, female voice from the other side of the door. Instantly, the teacher's heart began pumping blood faster as he recognized Robin's voice. He was so surprised that he froze for a moment, but, before he allowed himself to think of too many reasons why he shouldn't, Mr. Anthony reached out and opened the door for her. Robin was still wearing the same clothes that she had worn to school that day. Something else that Mr. Anthony had noticed about Robin this year was that she was dressing much more neatly and taking greater care about such things as her makeup (though she didn't wear much) and her hair. As a freshman, she had come to school quite often looking like she had just rolled out of bed. What she had on now was much more indicative of the "new" Robin. The 16-year-old had on a bulky, pullover sweater which hid the fact that she had rather small breasts (Robin wore such sweaters often enough that Mr. Anthony would have been willing to bet that she was a bit ashamed of the fact that her chest hadn't developed the same way the rest of her body had). With that, she wore a pleated skirt that came up to just above her knees. The skirt was cut so that her hips (which she probably thought were too wide) didn't look quite so full and was short enough that her smooth, creamy legs were still readily visible without being so short (as many teenage girls' skirts often were) that she looked slutty or downright silly as some of her classmates did. And, she had on the faintest hint of perfume. It was something light and very nice. The scent wafting into Mr. Anthony's nostrils was just strong enough to make him breathe in deeply in spite of his fears. It also made him want to get closer and rather than being so strong and cloyingly sweet that it made him gag instead - as was also the norm with female teenagers. Her hair was worn loose and pulled back behind her ears and was just long enough so that the bottom of her light brown hair barely brushed against her shoulders when she turned her head from side to side. In other words, Robin was dressed in a smart, classy, very adult manner. It was something that Mr. Anthony couldn't help but notice, though he had tried mightily to do just that. "Well, hello there, Miss Varick," he said as she walked past him into the room. "What in the world are you doing at school this time of day?" He tried to make his voice as calm and as matter-of-fact as possible, and immediately felt sure that he had failed miserably. Robin didn't seem to notice though, walking quickly up to his desk while he closed the door (after a nervous peek outside to make sure that the hallway was empty), and plunked down in the position she always occupied when she dropped by during a free period or after school - the desk right in front of his teacher's desk, sitting so that she faced him when he sat behind his desk. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. A, you were about to leave weren't you?" Robin said when she noticed his half-loaded briefcase as Mr. Anthony circled around her and sat down behind his desk. "Ah, well, I guess, but I'm in no hurry," he answered with a smile, wondering even as he said it why he didn't take the easy way out of this situation that she had just offered. "You didn't answer me. I'm stuck here grading papers, but you're gotta have better things to do than hang around school three hours after it's let out for the day. So, what gives?" he asked again with a gentle smile. Robin had relaxed and slumped down more comfortably into her desk as soon as Mr. Anthony had told her he was in no hurry, but she tensed up again, sitting straighter in her seat, when he repeated his question. "Oh, it's my folks again," she said, trying to make it sound like it was no big deal at all. Robin had told Mr. Anthony earlier in the year that her mom and step-father fought a lot, but she had passed it off as not being that bad. He had suspected at the time that it was, and her presence here tonight confirmed his suspicions. "I just didn't feel like listening to them scream at each other any more so I left and was out walking around and, well, I came by here and saw your light on and that your car was still here. So, here I am," she finished with a brave smile, and Mr. Anthony smiled back at her. "Okay, fair enough," he said, and was relieved to see her body visibly relax again. "Thanks. I don't want to be a nuisance," Robin added. "Nah, you're not a nuisance," he answered with a grin, relaxing a bit himself. "You can hang out as long as you like. Well, I mean, you can hang out 'til I leave. I wouldn't think that you'd want to spend the night locked inside the school." Robin giggled at that, making her eyes sparkle as they always did when she laughed, and those sparkling eyes made Mr. Anthony's heart skip a beat or two again as he joined in her laughter. "For that matter, I wouldn't want to spend the night here either!" That made Robin laugh even harder, and both of them chuckled quietly for several seconds before stopping; both student and teacher considerably more at ease now than they had been a few minutes before. In order to keep himself from just sitting and gawking at her, as he would have loved to do, Mr. Anthony started grading tests again, figuring that Robin would get tired of watching him and leave fairly quickly. "I like hanging out with you," she spoke quietly a few moments later, destroying the little concentration he had regained. "I, uh, well, yeah, I like having you here," he sputtered back, not sure at all how to answer a statement like that - not safely anyway. Robin's face lit up with another wide smile when he said that, making Mr. Anthony wonder if it been the wrong thing to say. "Good!" Robin said and then suddenly hopped up, walked around the desk and bent down to look over his shoulder at the test he was trying unsuccessfully to grade. "Can I watch you grade tests?" she asked sweetly, placing her hands on the desk beside him and supporting herself on them. From this distance, her perfume drifted back into Mr. Anthony's nostrils, providing very nearly more stimulus than he could stand. With a start, he felt the beginnings of an erection swelling in his pants. ***** END PART 2 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P. "Teacher's Aide" part 3... "Sssure," he stammered, sounding more like a frightened teenager than Robin. Mr. Anthony was thankful that she made no sign of noticing how nervous he was even if she had. As she leaned over his desk, with her left breast no more than 10 or 12 inches from his mouth, Mr. Anthony only managed to mark three or four more questions before giving up and leaning back in his chair. The shift helped with two things. It got his face a safer distance from Robin's chest and gave her no further excuse to lean over. Robin, however, didn't let that bother her as she turned to face him again, leaning back against the edge of his desk with her butt. "You know, it's, well, I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to be up here," he finally got up the nerve to say haltingly as he put his hands behind his head and tried his best to look calm. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them because the girl's pretty face clouded with a frown. "I mean, I really like having you around, it's just, well, you know people in a little town like this would talk if they knew you were up here alone with me," he hurriedly added. "Oh, I know Mr. A," she answered cheerfully; the smile returning to her face just as quickly as it had vanished. "That's why I was extra careful before I came into the building. I didn't think the doors would be unlocked, but they were. So, before I came inside, I made extra sure to look around to see if anyone was in any of the other rooms or across the street who might see me," she explained proudly. Her words made Mr. Anthony's heart race even faster. She had checked to make sure no one would know she was alone with him?! He could barely believe his ears and couldn't decide whether to be terrified or thrilled with the news. "So, don't you worry, Mr. A," she went on, smiling down at him, "nobody knows I'm here but me, and I would never, ever say anything to get you into trouble." "Well, uh, okay, I mean, uhhh, I know you wouldn't do that, Robin," he finally managed to stutter out as he felt sweat pop out onto his forehead despite the fact that the room was rather cool from the evening air softly blowing through the open windows. He was so nervous that he proceeded to do something that he always did when he was tired or nervous or both. Rather than say anything else at the moment and make himself sound even more edgy, Mr. Anthony began stretching his neck, rotating his head from side to side, trying to loosen it up and give himself a chance to regain a little composure. "Oh, I bet your neck is killing you!" she cried sympathetically, and, before Mr. Anthony could even begin to react, Robin hopped up off the edge of his desk, scooted around behind his chair, and began rubbing at the base of his neck with her warm, soft hands. It was as if an electric current passed through his body at the touch of her fingers, and Mr. Anthony jerked involuntarily. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Robin asked with her voice full of concern and immediately stopped rubbing. "Uh, unh, no, it's okay," he answered in a barely audible whisper. "Oh, okay," she said happily and went back to massaging his neck with what turned out to be surprisingly strong fingers. It felt wonderful, but Mr. Anthony knew it was crazy to let her keep doing this. It was crazy to let her touch him at all, considering how badly he wanted her. He knew that the longer she kept this up, the more trouble he was going to have controlling himself, but still he let her continue. "God, your neck is stiff as a board!" Robin said with a laugh as she began to really dig in with her fingers. "Poor Mr. A with all these silly tests to grade. It's no wonder your neck is killing you. You gotta get more rest and relax some," she gently lectured while she continued the massage. By that point, Mr. Anthony could only grunt happily in the affirmative. Her fingers were doing wonders for his neck and his disposition. She worked on him for another 10 or 15 minutes, and he let her. Then, she gave him one final, soft squeeze and stopped but left her hands on his shoulders so that her fingers remained in contact with the bare skin of his neck. "Now, how was that? Feeling better?" she asked, leaning over to look down at his face. Mr. Anthony turned to look up her with a big smile on his face before answering. "That was absolutely wonderf..." was all he got out of his mouth. Between Robin bending forward and his turning his head toward her, there remained only a scant five or six inches between the lips of teacher and student. That was way too close. Robin acted as if she had a powerful magnet implanted in her lips and Mr. Anthony's lips were made of solid iron, so quickly did she cover the remaining distance between them, smothering the rest of what her teacher was going to say with a kiss. It wasn't a wild, animalistic kiss, but more of a firm, passionate one. But, it still left nothing to the teacher's imagination as to what it was intended to convey. Robin pressed her soft pink lips to his, without nibbling or opening her mouth, but neither did she lighten the pressure. The teacher, desperately trying to breathe through his nose and think at the same time, found the thinking part much harder to do. He found that his lips, seemingly moving of their own accord, began kissing Robin back. And, the two of them began nibbling at each other's lips as their kissing became more and more and more passionate. Moments later, Robin pivoted her body and slid down into Mr. Anthony's lap, and he didn't do a single thing to stop her. He gasped softly into the 16-year-old's mouth as her luscious ass pressed down onto his erection. It was a bit painful for him to begin with, but the soft warmth of her cheeks rubbing and chafing against his cock more than made up for that. Then Robin reached up and wrapped her arms around her teacher's neck without ever breaking her lip-lock on his mouth, and Mr. Anthony hugged her warm young body tightly against his own. By that point, the pair, acting more like two novice youngsters than a 16-year-old and a 32-year-old, had begin exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, wrestling and sucking and plunging as they mouth-fucked each other. Both were terribly frightened, but neither was about to call a halt to what they were doing. Mr. Anthony was frankly amazed at how well the young girl kissed which made him feel a bit less guilty about what he was doing. Robin certainly wasn't inexperienced - at least not at kissing. He might even have gotten himself back under control and pushed her away or perhaps have kept his indiscretion to merely kissing but for what the teacher felt next. He was surprised that the front of his pants was beginning to get damp, and his surprise changed to amazement as he realized what was causing it. His nostrils confirmed what his sense of touch was already telling him. Robin was so wet that she was soaking right through his pants as well as her underwear! That realization did it for any thought of turning back. ***** END PART 3 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P. "Teacher's Aide" part 4... Mr. Anthony pulled his lips away from Robin's but not to stop kissing her. Oh, no. He merely began licking and kissing and nibbling his way across her face, underneath her chin and then down her neck, which made the youngster lean her head back and moan softly. He continued kissing her throat, moving back and forth from ear to ear, periodically returning to her soft pink lips. "Oh God, Yes!" Robin moaned, nearly delirious. "Yes Mr. A! Mmmm, ungh! Mmmmmm, God, how I've wanted you to do this to me! For so damn long! Mmmm!" Mr. Anthony could feel the front of his trousers getting wetter and wetter and could smell Robin's sex enticing him. He began to move his hands over her body while he kissed her, rubbing her back and massaging her small breasts through the fabric of her sweater while his hunger for her grew. "Please Mr. A! Please do me! Please!" Robin moaned into his mouth while he pinched one of her hard nipples between his fingers. "Doing" Robin was exactly what Mr. Anthony had in mind. His passion had completely overwhelmed his self-control. "Yes! Yes Robin!" he panted against her neck as his hands groped her breasts. The youngster reached down with one hand and pulled her sweater up around her neck in response to his fondling, and the teacher suddenly found his hands grasping firm, young flesh. Mr. Anthony leaned over and sucked his young student's left nipple between his lips, hungrily nursing on the large pink aureole. The girl had small breasts, not much more developed than the chest of a boy, but her little tits were soft and inviting and beautiful with their large pink nipples (now wrinkled and hard in erection) and were decorated with a healthy sprinkling of freckles. "Oh God yes!" Robin gasped, grabbing a handful of the older man's hair to hold onto while she tried to grind her tits even harder against his sucking, nibbling mouth. The teacher sucked both nipples voraciously, but finally her moaning and the smell of her wet cunt were too much to ignore. He had to have her - now! Mr. Anthony slid to the front edge of his chair - no small feat with 140 or 150 pounds of wet, wiggling teenager in his lap - got his legs under him and stood up far enough to plop Robin's ass onto the edge of his desk. He moved his hands to reach for her sex, but his young student was even faster and more anxious than he was. As soon as Robin realized what Mr. Anthony was doing to her, she leaned back on the desk, propping herself up on her elbows, and spread her legs wide for her teacher to come inside. "Do me Mr. A! I want you in me! Do me now!" she grunted, sounding almost like an animal in heat instead of a human. Mr. Anthony's nostrils flared again as he got an even stronger whiff of Robin's pussy juices when she spread her legs for him. He leaned forward and yanked his student's skirt up around her waist, ready to rip her panties off if he couldn't get them down fast enough, but what he found both shocked and delighted him. Staring back at him, looking absolutely delicious, was Robin's bare, glistening mound. Mr. Anthony looked up at Robin and found her grinning down at him. "I didn't think I'd be needing my panties for long so I took 'em off downstairs and stuck 'em in my purse," she said with a sly smile. "Hurry up and do me Mr. A - before I explode!" she added emphatically, and her teacher needed no further urging. Mr. Anthony leaned forward and rammed his face as tightly as he could right into the young girl's sex-slimy twat, making Robin grunt happily. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Robin began grunting rhythmically as the older man began to explore every nook and cranny of her young, tender pussy with his tongue and fingers. Mr. Anthony couldn't believe how delicious she was as he parted her slick cunt lips and took a long, slow slurp all the way down her slit. His young student's pussy had a nearly transparent covering of soft brown hair that did nothing to hide the beauty of it - or to impede his eating it! Her fat, pouty outer lips shone and glistened with juices, and Robin was so aroused that the bright pink interior of her slit was visible even without having her teacher spread her lips. Robin's vagina was incredibly tight, Mr. Anthony soon discovered, as he had to really work to get his tongue inside her very far at all. And, he was barely able to get a second finger inside her despite her wetness. "Oooooooo, God, yes, suck it!" Robin squealed every time her teacher came anywhere near her hard little clit, and he was more than happy to oblige. Only the third or fourth suck on Robin's clit made her nubile young body jerk and spasm in her orgasm. Mr. Anthony paused for a moment, thinking that she might want to catch her breath, but his student kept urging him on, pumping her cunt into his face, so he went right back to eating her. By now, Mr. Anthony's hard-on was almost unbearable. He had to do something to get some relief for himself, but again the young girl was already ahead of his thinking. "Do me Mr. A! Please stick your cock in me! Please!" Robin begged; her voiced was filled with yearning. Even had Mr. Anthony been strong enough to resist otherwise, the sound of Robin's sweet voice begging him to fuck her would have sent him over the edge in uncontrolled lust. He stopped eating her for the moment and stood up between her widely spread legs. Those same firm, luscious legs that he had admired so many times in class and in the hall, so beautiful despite the tiny amount of baby fat they still carried. He was so damn nervous that he fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper for several seconds, so Robin came to his rescue again. She sat back up, gave him a quick kiss and then reached down, deftly unfastening his belt and pants button and then unzipping him. Nervous as he was, even Mr. Anthony could take it from there, and he yanked his trousers and shorts down in a single movement. His rock hard cock sprang free of the confines of his clothing like a rocket trying to launch from Cape Canaveral, standing straight out stiffly at attention and pointing exactly where it wanted to go - straight at Robin's slimy little cunt. "Ooooo, Mr. A, what a pretty cock!" she cooed and then reached down to wrap the fingers of one hand around his shaft. Mr. Anthony felt as though another bold of electricity had shot through his body when Robin touched his penis, and he was afraid for just a moment that he might cum all over her without even getting his cock inside her, but it was just his excitement. While Robin gently stroked his shaft for a few moments, he calmed down just a bit and realized that he hadn't cum yet. He watched, utterly fascinated, as Robin smiled at him and then slid slowly off of the desk top. After her feet touched the floor, she bent her knees and squatted down so that her face was at the same level as his cock. ***** END PART 4 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P. "Oh my, yes! Oh yes, Robin!" he gasped as the 16-year-old leaned her head forward and slurped about four inches of his fat cock into her lovely mouth, skillfully sliding back the thick foreskin with her teeth as she inhaled his shaft. He reached out a hand and began stroking her hair which was just about all he was capable of doing, other than breathing, as Robin began sucking his cock just as well or better than anyone he'd ever been with before. And, all of those women had many more years of experience than this youngster had. She sucked him deeply but gently, and, after a few moments of exquisite pleasure, she pulled her mouth off of his dick and stood back up. "Mmmmmm, you're so tasty!" she cooed after giving her teacher a big kiss on the lips, "but I don't want my favorite teacher to cum just yet. I want you to fuck me first! I want you inside me with that big cock!" she said quietly but emphatically. Mr. Anthony was barely able to grunt and nod in response. He would have done anything the young girl told him by that point. He was a bit surprised when, after yanking her sweater the rest of the way off, freeing her small breasts entirely, Robin turned her back on him and lay down on her belly across his desk with her feet still on the floor. Surprised yes, but boy did it give him a grand view! Robin's skirt was still gathered up around her hips so her teacher had a clear view of the luscious ass that he had admired on so many occasions in class. The teenager's ass was wide - but NOT fat! Her cheeks were firm and creamy and luscious with well-defined globes of freckled flesh. While he was admiring the view for a moment, Robin slid her feet wider so that her crack opened and her tiny pink asshole as well as the bottom of her pussy slit came into view. Both holes glistened with moisture from her earlier orgasm, and Mr. Anthony was left breathless by how beautiful she was. "Do me Mr. A!" she repeated, looking back over her shoulder at him and suddenly looking much more serious than she had. "You can do me any way you want to! I'm yours!" she added, making his heart leap with lust. "God yes, I want you, too!" he grunted and stepped forward. Both student and teacher grunted loudly as the thick, uncircumsized head of Mr. Anthony's cock bumped into the slimy lips of Robin's nearly virginal cunt. He reached out and grabbed her luscious thighs with both hands and began pulling himself forward - into her hot, drooling sex. "Unghhhhhh!" the young girl groaned as her tiny vagina tried to stretch and expand to take her teacher's large pecker inside it. She ground her body back against his, trying to swallow up every inch of his cock with her pussy. "God," thought Mr. Anthony through his lustful haze, "she's so tight that it's like trying to drive my cock though a board!" After several seconds of pushing, the teacher had only managed to insert his thick cockhead into her hole, and he stopped there for a moment or two, letting her cunt muscles relax some, before pressing forward again. "Awwwww, mmmmmmm!" Robin cried breathlessly, mewling like a cat, as Mr. Anthony slowly stuffed his hard cock into her tiny cunt centimeter by centimeter until he finally had about four inches of his vibrating tool inside her. There, he stopped again, needing to catch his breath while he enjoyed the exquisite sensation of his young student's pussy grabbing and sucking at his cock, but Robin wasn't ready for him to stop. "Mr. A! Stop screwin' around and screw me!" she grunted emphatically, turning her sparkling brown eyes back on him. "I want it all! Fuck me! Fuck me with your whole cock! Do anything you want to me!" she cried with a desperate hunger in her voice. And, as if to underscore her request, the 16-year-old began to push her ass back against her teacher, trying to engulf even more of his cock with her cunt. "Bbbbut, I don't want to hurt you!" Mr. Anthony managed to gasp out breathlessly, still holding his cock steady at the four-inch mark. "I don't care! I don't care! Fuck me Mr. Anthony! Fuck me!" Robin cried, humping her ass harder against his cock now, and Mr. Anthony completely gave up on trying to control his lust. He took a quick, deep breath and shoved himself forward, catching Robin's ass and pussy coming back toward him, and imbedded all seven inches of his hard rod into the girl's tiny pussy! "Ahhhhhh! Arghhhhh! Ungh!" Robin squealed and grunted breathlessly as her teacher's cock slid all the way home, stretching her young cunt well beyond anything she had experienced before. He was so deep inside her that she could feel his cock hair tickling the crack of her ass. "Oomph!" went Mr. Anthony as he expelled a lungfull of air when his cock slid home all the way inside the youngster, wedged in tighter than he would have imagined a dick could get wedged inside a pussy. Robin's vagina sucked and squeezed and massaged his pecker. He had never felt anything like this before, had never felt anything so wonderful! He only paused a second or two to enjoy the sensations, though, because he was way past ready to give his student the fucking that she wanted. He gripped Robin's hips firmly with his hands and began to yank his cock back out of her amazing cunt. It was no easy task. Her pussy didn't want to give up what it had wanted inside it so badly. But, finally, with a loud sucking sound as if some vacuum seal had been broken, Mr. Anthony's cock moved, and he was able to pull it back so that just the thick head was still inside the young girl's twat. Then, he plunged in again shoving all seven inches back inside Robin at once, and she squealed loudly - whether in delight or in pain or a combination of the two, he couldn't tell. And, he was so crazed with lust that he really didn't care at that precise moment. All that mattered to him right now was his cock and her cunt and fucking it just as hard and as fast as he could. Robin's squeals and grunts gradually subsided in volume but kept pace with her teacher's stroking in and out of her cunt. She seemed perfectly content to let him ram and stretch her cunt all night long. "Unghhh! Unghhhh! Unghhhhhh!" her grunts lengthened as Mr. Anthony regained a bit of control and began using longer and slower but even more emphatic strokes into the young girl's twat. Her grunting was interspersed with an occasional "Fuck me!" or a "Shove it in me!" but, for the most part, Robin was so into getting fucked that she could only grunt incoherently. That was more noise that Mr. Anthony had the energy to make, though. He was fairly amazed that he hadn't cum all over the place yet as hot as Robin had gotten him, but he was beginning to get that tell-tale tingling in his cockhead which told him it wouldn't be much longer before he did. ***** END PART 5 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P. "Teacher's Aide" part 6 (final)... Suddenly, Mr. Anthony stopped dead still with his dick firmly planted all the way up to his balls in his student's hot, tight cunt as the realization of his impending orgasm triggered another, more serious thought. "Robin honey, are you on the pill?" he asked, holding his cock absolutely still inside her, willing himself not to cum yet. "Oh, ooo, no, Mr. A, ummmm, ahhh," she answered slowly, looking back over her shoulder at him, still wiggling her ass against his pelvis. "Just be really careful, ummmm, ahhh, when you're about to cum." "Well, yeah, we don't want you getting pregnant, Sweetheart," he answered; his brow still creased in a frown. "Ummm, oooo, just pull it out when you're ready, ummm, to, ah, cum," the brown-haired cutie grunted, "'cause, mmmm, ah, I want to suck you dry, ahhh, ooo, anyway." Mr. Anthony nearly blew his load right up inside her just from the mental image Robin put in his head of her swallowing his cum down her sweet throat. It was something he'd fantasized of doing to Robin many times but would never have asked her to do. "Uh, okay honey," he grunted quietly, beginning to slide his cock in and out of her ever so slowly again, trying to make this absolutely awesome fuck last as long as he could. "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me Mr. A! Fuck me hard!" Robin wailed, making the teacher immediately go into overdrive with his cockstrokes again. Even after all this, though, he was still taken a little by surprise by the teenager's next shouted command. "Spank me, Mr. A! Slap my ass so I can cum!" Robin cried plaintively, grinding her ass harder and harder back against the older man's long, hard strokes. "Please spank me!" Mr. Anthony shook his head, still not quite believing that he was hearing such a request from a 16-year-old, but finally decided to give her what she wanted. He slowed his stroking down again and took the open palm of his right hand and slapped Robin lightly on her pale, freckled ass cheek, making a barely audible, "smack". He immediately felt the young girl's cunt grab onto his cock even tighter than it had before, and he had to fight to regain enough control not to cum inside her. "Harder, Mr. A. spank me harder!" she cried breathlessly, so he did it. "Smack!" cracked his palm against her ass, hard enough this time to leave bright red finger marks on her pale skin, and the effect on the girl was miraculous. Mr. Anthony gasped out loud a split second after slapping Robin's ass as her cunt seemed to try and pinch off his cock inside it, and he felt her body begin to shake and spasm as she shot over the edge into orgasm again. "Oh, God, I'm cumming" the teacher shouted, loosing control entirely. He had just enough presence of mind to yank his twitching cock out of Robin's tight pink hole barely in time to spew the first long splash of jism across her ass cheeks and up her bare back, luckily with only a drop of two getting on her bunched-up skirt. Robin, hearing her teacher call out, moved speedily despite her own body's shaking and writhing and managed to turn and kneel very nearly in time to catch the second splat of cum in her mouth. She just missed, though, and the sticky white glob splattered on her forehead and splashed up into her hair. Robin got the next one, though, wrapping her lips around the head of Mr. Anthony's spewing cock and sucking and swallowing mightily, draining every single drop of her teacher's sperm down her throat, while Mr. Anthony could only stand there, trying to keep from hyperventilating and barely able to reach down and stroke his pretty student's hair while she continued to suck his cock magnificently. "Damn! That was great!" she whispered softly, taking her teacher's cock from between her lips for a moment to speak. "You're telling me!" Mr. Anthony answered breathlessly, softly running his fingers through Robin's hair while she went back to work, gently slurping on his rapidly deflating cock. "Oh, Darling, I'm sorry that I got stuff all over you, but I came so damn fast!" Mr. Anthony apologizes when he sees the strand of sperm on Robin's forehead and in her hair. "Hehehe, hmmmm," she giggled, after kissing the tip of his penis once more, "I don't mind having your cum on me. I'd take a bath in it if I could Mr. A!" That said, Robin reached up with one finger and wiped the jism off of her forehead and then sucked it off her finger. "Damn, you're delicious!" she says, grinning and smacking her lips. "So are you Honey, so are you!" Mr. Anthony answers sincerely. "Ooo, damn! I gotta get outa here and get home!" the 16-year-old exclaims when she glances up at the wall clock. "Hang on while I run down to the ladies' room and get the rest of this off of me." Mr. Anthony has to grin as he watches the young girl race for the door, with one hand clutching her sweater and purse, and the other one holding her skirt up around her waist so that it doesn't get any more cum on it. He sighs and smiles contentedly as he watches her bare ass cheeks and tits wiggle and jiggle out of sight. Mr. Anthony slumps back down in his chair, too drained to even pull his pants up, and waits for Robin to return. She's back in a few minutes, fully clothed unfortunately, and sits down on top of the desk in front of his again, grinning from ear to ear. Her grin gets even wider when he sees her reach into her purse and pull out her panties, and then it's his turn to grin as he gets to watch her slowly and sensuously pull them up her legs and over her luscious young pussy. "Whew!" he breathes quietly when she's finished, feeling the stirrings of another erection jolting through his cock. "That was absolutely wonderful Teach!" she says quietly, smiling at him while she walks around to his side of the desk. Then, she kneels down until her face is level with his already one-third erect cock. "Damn, I sure wish I had the time for us to put this to use," she says wistfully, smiling up at him, "but I don't won't to get in trouble the very first time we make love." Mr. Anthony nods in agreement, especially happy to hear her say "the first time". "So, I'll just give this gorgeous cock a goodbye kiss," she coos and then leans over to gently kiss the head of Mr. Anthony's pecker and softly sucks it two or three times. "So he'll remember me." "Robin, there's no doubt that my cock will remember you quite well," Mr. Anthony sighed, reaching out to run his fingers through her hair again. "So, does that mean that I can count on you to give me the extra, ummmm, help I need after school?" Robin asks with a sly smile as she gives his cock a final kiss and stands up, straightening her clothing as she does. "Yes ma'am, it does indeed," he answered; all thought of caution and his teaching career are blocked out completely for the moment. "Anytime you need help, you just let me know, and I'll be more than happy to give you anything you need!" "Cool!" she replied sweetly, looking for just a moment exactly the part of a sweet, innocent 16-year-old, but then she leaned over and gave her teacher a hard, hot, wet kiss before grabbing up her bag and fairly prancing out the door, stopping only long enough to wave and blow him a kiss before disappearing into the hallway. "Well, damn!" Mr. Anthony muttered softly after she had gone. He finally got up enough energy to get dressed, gather up his things and head for home, thinking all the while that you just never knew when the teacher would end up learning something from the student. ***** END PART 6/END OF STORY "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P. Teacher's Aide II: Robin Comes Calling (teacher/student (mf), spanking, anal, consensual, romantic) - fiction by D.A.P. The following work is entirely fictional and in no way represents past events or real people nor does it seek to promote adult/teenager sexual relations as a way of life. It is merely a story to be read for the enjoyment (hopefully) of a tale told well for those who find this sort of subject matter interesting or exciting. No person under 18 years of age (or 21, depending on where you live) should download or read this material as it is of an entirely adult nature. The author would appreciate any comments - both positive (naturally) and negative - as long as they are logical and constructive. Those who decide to waste their time writing "flames" will find that they have succeeded in doing just that and that alone as they will receive no response. I hope that you find that my work is provocative enough to warrant your comments. I would also appreciate it greatly if you would E-mail your comments directly to me (DP7777@aol.com) rather than posting them on the newsgroup if that's not too much trouble. Here's hoping that most of the mistakes you find are merely typographical in nature. Those wishing to sample the ealier meeting between Mr. Anthony and his student, Robin, should check out "Teacher's Aide" previously posted on this newsgroup. Teacher's Aide II: 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 diningroom 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 diningroom 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. END PART 1 - "TEACHER'S AIDE II: ROBIN COMES CALLING" - FICTION BY D.A.P. 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 diningroom 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 gonna 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 jackhammering arhythmically 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. END PART 2 - "TEACHER'S AIDE II: ROBIN COMES CALLING" - FICTION BY D.A.P. "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 wanna 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 diningroom 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 lieing 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!" END PART 3 - "TEACHER'S AIDE II: ROBIN COMES CALLING" - FICTION BY D.A.P. "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 butthole 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 lieing 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. END PART 4 - "TEACHER'S AIDE II: ROBIN COMES CALLING" - FICTION BY D.A.P. "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 gotta 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 diningroom 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. END PART 5 (FINAL) - "TEACHER'S AIDE II: ROBIN COMES CALLING" - FICTION BY Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise (teacher/student(mf)/cons./ romantic/spanking) - fiction by D.A.P. The following work is entirely fictional and in no way represents past events or real people nor does it seek to promote adult/teenager sexual relations as a way of life. It is merely a story to be read for the enjoyment (hopefully) of a tale told well for those who find this sort of subject matter interesting or exciting. No person under 18 years of age (or 21, depending on where you live) should download or read this material as it is very adult in nature. The author would appreciate any comments - both positive (naturally) and negative - as long as they are logical and constructive. Those who decide to waste their time writing "flames" will find that they have succeeded in doing just that and that alone as they will receive no response. I hope that you find that my work is provocative enough to warrant your comments. I would also appreciate it greatly if you would E-mail your comments directly to me (DP7777@aol.com) rather than posting them on the newsgroup if that's not too much trouble. Here's hoping that most of the mistakes you find are merely typographical in nature. Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise It's the end of a regular Friday at the local high school. In other words, the place has been a zoo with the teenagers acting like the main animal exhibits. Mr. Anthony is looking forward to the end of the last teaching period of the day, period seven, not only because most of the students in it are complete assholes or at least training to be but also because it will get him that much closer to spending time with Robin Varick, the luscious 16-year-old brunette sitting two desks from the front of the row that's right in front of his desk. As usual, he isn't bothering to try and teach the last 10 minutes of class on Friday and is quietly grading papers while the animals scamper around the room. Except, of course, for HIS Robin. He steals a glance at her every few minutes and finds her working diligently on the homework assignment he gave for over the weekend (that the others are supposed to be working on, too). But, only Mr. Anthony and Robin know that her being a good student is just part of the reason that she's trying so hard to finish before school is out. It's a "regular" Friday for them, which means Robin's parents are both working the next day. And, Mr. Anthony and Robin are both thinking about spending all day Saturday (or at least eight or nine hours of it anyway) with his dick or tongue crammed inside one of her sweet holes. Mr. Anthony's affair with his student Robin has been rolling merrily along for over a month now. She comes over and fucks away the day every Saturday or Sunday that her parents have to work, and, if they have the weekend off, she comes by for some special "tutoring" late after school one day during the week. Though they'd both love to be fucking constantly, they've decided that it's best to keep it to one day a week so that it's less likely they'll be discovered. Following her regular pattern, after the bell rings and the others rush out, Robin dallies until she's alone with Mr. Anthony. He watches every wiggle and jiggle intently, a huge grin on his face, as she walks slowly up to his desk, slips him a note and winks lecherously before she goes on her way. After watching her ass sway seductively from side to side while she walks out the door and disappears into the hallway, the teacher opens and reads the note. "8 a.m. (or SOONER!) and I have a surprise for you! Yours, R" is all it says, but the brief note sets Mr. Anthony's mind to spinning happily, wondering what the horny little teenager has in store for him. ***** After another Friday night spent wishing it was already Saturday and that Robin was already with him, Mr. Anthony hears the knock at his door at 7:45 the next morning. She's early as always, the teacher thinks with a grin as he scurries to open the door. He turns the knob and pulls it open just wide enough for Robin to slide her curvaceous ass through (he has the dimensions of that burned indelibly in his mind), and Robin steps quietly inside just like always, with not a sound or movement that would draw attention from someone outside. But, a split second later, Mr. Anthony gets the shock of his life. His young lover doesn't close the door quickly behind her like usual, but instead holds it open for a moment longer, and Kris...Kristine Weltnick, another of his 11th grade history students, slips inside the door to stand beside Robin. The big grin on Mr. Anthony's face turns to an expression of shock as he stares open-mouthed at the two young beauties. Kris closes the door behind her, and the two of them smile and snicker quietly at the expression on their teacher's face while he numbly locks the door out of habit, without even realizing what he's doing. "Well, aren't you even gonna say hello?" Robin says, and she and Kris burst out in giggles at their thoroughly flabbergasted teacher. "Hey, Mr. A," Kristine says sweetly after she gets her giggling under control and then grins, and Mr. Anthony mumbles, "Hello," in response. "I have to tell you, Mr. A," Robin begins as she starts taking her clothes off right there in the middle of the floor, "I've been a bad little girl again." And, once more, her teacher is shocked by how quickly Robin can go from sounding like a mature young woman to a 10-year-old who has been naughty and gotten caught. "She sure has Mr. A!" Kris chimes in, and Mr. Anthony's mouth drops open even wider when he sees the slender redhead reach up and begin unbuttoning her shirt, too. "A bad, bad little girl," Robin repeats. Now topless, but with her short skirt still on, she grabs Mr. Anthony by the hand and pulls him toward the couch. "Come on over here and sit with us so I can tell you all about it." Her teacher is not yet capable of speech (or independent action for that matter), so he allows himself to be led over and pulled down in the middle of his couch. Robin slides close to him and sticks her tongue in his ear after whispering, "Bad little girl," again. Mr. Anthony's dick, which was already two-thirds erect, springs into total hardness as her tongue caresses his earlobe and then sucks it between her gently nibbling teeth. "Yeah, Mr. A, she's been really, really bad," Kristine whispers into his other ear, startling him rather badly. He had been so involved in what Robin was doing to him and in squeezing her tits that he didn't even notice the other 16-year-old sit down on the couch beside him. He turns for a moment to look at her and sees that she's topless now, too, and his eyes feast on her large, freckled breasts. Breasts that he's admired at school many times through her clothing, but that he never thought he would actually get to see naked. "See, Mr. A, I'm still being bad," Robin whispers. "I've gone and gotten that beautiful cock of yours all hard and swollen again." That said, she reaches down to squeeze his penis through his pants which, of course, gets the 32-year-old to focus immediately back on her. "Mmmmm, let me feel that," Kris says, and reaches down to give her teacher's cock a good, hard squeeze, too. "Mmmmm, that feels very nice, Mr. A. Robin said you had a really nice cock." The redhead keeps rubbing his cock through his pants and then leans over to begin sucking and licking on his left ear. Chances are, Mr. Anthony thinks giddily to himself as both teenage girls nibble and suck and kiss his ears while rubbing his cock, if they keep this up for about 10 more seconds then I'm either going to bust the seam in my pants or cum in them or both. Luckily for him, in more ways than one, the girls don't wait that long. "You know, Mr. A is always so nice to us," Kristine says, taking her mouth away from his ear for a moment, but still fondling her teacher's balls, "I think we ought to give him a two-girl blowjob before we make him do anything else." "Have you ever had a two girls suck your cock before, Mr. A?" she whispers into his ear. "Uh, well, ummmm, no, no, I haven't," he manages to sputter in response. "I think we should give him one, too," Robin answers her friend with a smile. So, as the progressively more astounded teacher watches, Kris and Robin slide down off the couch until they're kneeling on either side of him on the floor. Between the two of them, they quickly and expertly unfasten Mr. Anthony's pants and yank them off him. About one and a half seconds after that, they have his underwear pulled down and off, allowing his painfully hard cock to spring into the air. "Oooooo, Robin, he DOES have a beautiful cock, just like you said!" Kristine whispers to her friend. "Uh huh! I told ya so!" Robin replies as the two girls carry on a conversation about their teacher's penis as if he wasn't there. Mr. Anthony begins to say something, but is brought up short, gasping for air, when Kris leans forward and slurps about three or four inches of his dick into her soft, warm mouth, and Robin simultaneously dives down and begins sucking gently on one of his balls. "Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" is what the teacher finally manages to say. "Mmmmmm, he's tasty, too!" Kristine says with a grin, after taking the cock from her mouth for a moment. A moment is all the opening that Robin needs, and she dives forward and slurps Mr. Anthony's cock into her mouth before Kris can start sucking it again. The redhead pretends to look perturbed for a moment, but then grins and contents herself with licking up and down her teacher's shaft and sucking on his balls. For his part, Mr. Anthony is going crazy with lust. He knows that it's only going to take a few seconds of this before he blows his load all over the two beautiful teenagers. As it turns out, it doesn't even take that long after what Robin tells her teacher-lover next. "Teach, there's something that I've got to tell you," she says in her caught-doing-something-naughty-10-year-old voice after taking her mouth off of his cock. Kristine quickly replaces Robin's mouth with her own, but she sucks slowly and gently, not frantically like the two have been sucking him, listening to what Robin is saying while she sucks and licks. "Uh, er, yes, ummmm, okay, you had better, uh, tell me then," Mr. Anthony finally manages to gasp out just before Kristine takes his cock all the way to the back of her throat again. *****End Part 1 - "Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise" - fiction *****Part 2 - "Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise" - fiction by D.A.P. "Well, Mr. A., I've been really, really bad this time," the 16-year-old continues. "I, uh, well, I sort of licked Krissy's pussy," she admits timidly, making her teacher's cock throb sympathetically inside Kristine's mouth. "She sure did!" Kris chimes in, continuing to stroke her teacher's cock with her hands. She picked the wrong moment to take her mouth off of Mr. Anthony's prick, though. Robin's admission is just too much for older man to handle. An image of Robin's naked body entwined with Kristine's flashes through his mind for a split second, and he reacts by shooting a huge glob of sperm from his cockhead. "Oomph!" is all Mr. Anthony has to say about his orgasm or Robin's admission at the moment. The big white blob splatters right in the middle of Krissy's freckled forehead, and the spell is broken as Robin and Kris both start giggling as the thick, gooey jism runs between the redhead's eyes and on down the bridge of her nose. The next glob of cum hits Kristine right between her large boobs. Mr. Anthony knows that he doesn't give a damn about a broken mood, though. That's because Kristine leans forward and slurps her teacher's thick cockhead into her mouth just in time to catch and swallow the next spurt of sperm. Mr. Anthony can hardly believe his eyes as Robin leans forward and begins licking and sucking the cum off of her friend's body, starting with the blob splattered on her face and then moving downward to attack the glob clinging to Kristine's chest. And, the cute brunette remains there long after the cum is gone, sucking and nibbling at Krissy's small pink nipples. The redhead, for her part, just keeps on sucking on her teacher's pecker, slowing the movements of her mouth and tongue as the stream of jism gradually slows and then stops, and Mr. Anthony's cock begins going soft in her mouth. "Mmmmmm, he's delicious girl! You were right about that, too!" Kristine tells her friend emphatically after giving the head of Mr. Anthony's cock one last kiss and leaning back to give Robin easier access to her big, freckled boobs and their tiny pink nipples. "Uh huh!" Robin grunts around the nipple in her mouth, then gives it one last tug and nibble with her teeth, making Kris giggle happily, and sits back up beside the still dazed but drained and relaxed teacher. "Mr. Anthony, I'm so sorry," Robin says suddenly, surprising the teacher for a moment until he recalls what direction the conversation was headed before he came. "I'm such a bad girl! You just saw me sucking Krissy's nipples," she continues in her bad-little-girl voice, toward her teacher. "I need spanking even more now than I did when we got here!" "She sure does, Mr. A!" Kris adds helpfully, and reaches out her hand to forcefully tweak one of Robin's nipples. "Well, uh, er, then, I, uh, guess we'll just have to punish her Kristine," Mr. Anthony agrees, finally having recovered enough from spattering the redhead with sperm to actually speak coherently again. She grins widely when she sees that her teacher is going to play along with Robin's little fantasy again. "Come on over to the table, you little bitch!" Kris commands after getting to her feet, standing there by the couch with her hands on her hips and her large, firm breasts pointing perkily right at Mr. Anthony's face. "Come on over here so you can be spanked properly!" she orders, and then reaches down to grab Robin's wrist and pulls her to her feet forcefully. Mr. Anthony can't believe the show these two are putting on for him (and for each other!). He knew now that this was a little "game" the two of them had played long before he ever came into the picture. And, the teacher was also happily surprised to find that his cock was already showing signs of life again, twitching and rising a bit as if eager to get inside one of the luscious young girls. They moved over to the table; Mr. Anthony and Kristine walked while Robin allowed the redhead to drag her by the wrist. Then, Kris roughly pushed Robin facedown onto the tabletop. She lifted up her friend's short skirt, baring Robin's naked behind for her teacher. No panties could be seen anywhere - Robin's usual Saturday morning style of dress. Mr. Anthony gasped in spite of himself as he viewed his lover's lush, firm behind again with its pale, freckled flesh and smooth crack and voluptuous curves. "Here you go, Mr. A, give this little bitch the spanking she deserves!" Kristine urges, and the teacher moves forward to complete his part in the hot little sex play. "Whack!" went the teacher's palm against the firm flesh of Robin's butt cheek. "Unghhhh! Owwww!" groaned the 16-year-old. "Whack!" went Mr. Anthony's open palm against his lover's ass, except that he left it against her hot, reddened butt for a moment this time, grabbing and massaging the area of her ass that he had just slapped. That only made Robin groan even louder. Kristine busied herself by unfastening her skirt and letting it drop to the floor. Mr. Anthony can't help but notice that the pretty redhead came dressed like Robin - no underwear - and, after slapping Robin's freckled ass once more, he took a moment to admire the bottom half of Krissy's gorgeous body. Kris is skinny below her large boobs, probably weighing no more than 115 pounds. Her flat belly ends in a thin, nearly transparent covering of bright red pubic hair that does little to hide the lips of her cunt. The teacher is pleased to see a shiny coating of moisture already on those lush pink lips. Her legs are long and shapely, with just enough flesh to not call them skinny. And, she has an incredibly tight, firm ass, Mr. Anthony sees as she turns for a moment to strike Robin across her other butt cheek and then slides one of her long, thin fingers into her friend's juicy cunt. They're almost exact opposites in body type and all that, Mr. Anthony thinks, but one is just as beautiful as the other as are almost all teenage girls in some way. "Ohhhh God! Oh yes! Spank me, Mr. A! Spank me, Krissy!" Robin wails as Kristine's finger disappears into her twat. "Yes! Do me! I've been soooo bad!" she continues breathlessly. Evidently satisfied that Robin is worked up enough for the moment, Kris slips her finger out of her snatch and turns her attention to Mr. Anthony for a moment. "Whack!" goes Mr. Anthony's hand again, and "Owwww!" cries Robin once more. As he goes on spanking the brunette, the redhead skillfully moves to unbutton and remove his shirt, stopping along the way to suck and bite at his nipples and then plants a deep French kiss on his mouth. Then Kristine drops to her knees and slurps the teacher's now fully erect penis into her mouth, and it's his turn to gasp and moan and cry out, "Oh yes!" as she sucks him deep into her soft, warm mouth. "Okay, Mr. A, fuck her hard and fuck her good!" Kristine says, taking the teacher's hard cock out of her mouth and looking up at him. "Stick that big tasty dick right up her ass! That's what she needs!" "Yes, please Mr. A, please stick it in my ass again!" Robin begs, turning her head to look at him while she begs. "Yes, yes, I will," Mr. Anthony replies breathlessly, and then slaps his student one more time, hard, across her lovely cheeks. She groans and wiggles her ass at him, begging and beckoning to him to shove his cock inside her. There's not a thing he'd rather do, either. Mr. Anthony stands up close behind Robin, and grabs one of her firm ass cheeks in each of his hands, pulling and spreading them to bare her pretty pink butthole. He moves forward until the fat head of his dick bumps into her back door, and both student and teacher gasp together at the sensation. "Please, Mr. A, shove it in me!" Robin cries plaintively as if she'll literally die if she doesn't get his cock inside her that very second. "You shut up you little bitch!" Kris says, turning her attention back to her friend. "Mr. A will fuck you when he's good and ready and not before!" By that point, Mr. Anthony had stopped paying a lot of attention to the byplay between the two girls. He was concentrating on shoving his dick into Robin's ass. "I know what! I'll give you something to do with that mouth so you can't bother Mr. A while he fucks you!" "Ungh! Ahhhh!" grunts Mr. Anthony as his vibrating cock pops inside Robin's tight asshole, while Robin gasps and goes limp for a moment on the tabletop. She recovers quickly, though, and is shortly wiggling her ass against her teacher, silently urging him deeper inside her. By the time Mr. Anthony gets the head of his dick inside Robin's ass, it's become quite obvious how Kristine intends to keep Robin quiet. While the teacher was shoving his cock into the brunette's ass, Kris had crawled up onto the table with Robin. (Thank goodness for a sturdy table, Mr. Anthony thought giddily to himself when he saw what she was up to.) The teacher watches, utterly enthralled, while the redhead positioned herself so that her juicy pink twat with it's nearly transparent covering of red-orange hair was right under Robin's nose. And, Robin needs no new orders from Krissy on what to do with it either. Mr. Anthony slides another inch or two of his cock inside Robin's ass as the beautiful teenager shoves her face between her friend's lush, pink pussy lips! He has to stop and catch his breath, but eventually Mr. Anthony is able to begin pistoning his dick in and out of Robin's incredibly tight ass. He can hear her grunting in time to his strokes from between Kristine's pussy lips. No matter how hard he fucks her, Robin never takes her mouth from her friend's love hole, lapping and slurping and munching her pussy in a way that makes it obvious that it's not the first time she's done it. The teacher is too caught up in what he's doing and seeing to say much of anything while he buttfucks Robin, merely grunting incoherently from time to time. Kris, though, maintains a steady babble of, "Eat my pussy!" and "Yeah, suck my clit!" and "Eat me Robin!" the whole time her friend is going down on her while she uses her own hands to press Robin's face even tighter into her cunt and to pinch and tweak her own hard pink nipples. The tightness of Robin's asshole, enough by itself to make Mr. Anthony cum faster than usual, combined with the beautiful scene of lovemaking going on in front of him, pretty much assures that the teacher will cum quickly again. In fact, he goes longer than he dared hope he would, but still not that long. He grunts once more, loudly, and begins filling his student's ass with what feels like a gallon of sperm. Robin goes limp again, with her face buried deep in Kristine's pussy, and then begins jerking violently in a huge orgasm of her own. *****End Part 2 - "Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise" - fiction *****Part 3 - "Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise" - fiction by D.A.P. Her grunting increases in volume, but Robin manages to keep right on eating Kris, albeit sporadically, until the redhead's body shakes with an orgasm, too, a few minutes later. Mr. Anthony takes it all in with a happily dazed expression on his face and his dick still buried deep in Robin's ass and dripping out it's last few dribbles of jism. He's still not quite sure if he can trust his own senses when they're telling him that something this amazing is happening to him. A few moments later, his cock becomes so limp that it slips, "Slurppp!" from inside Robin's cum-dripping butthole, and Mr. Anthony flops down in the diningroom chair beside her ass to watch the girls and catch his breath. He leans over and gives his young lover a soft and loving kiss on her right ass cheek. He's exhausted for the moment and assumes the girls will be, too, but he's surprised and excited when Krissy gets down off the table, moving like she's still a bit wobbly from her own orgasm, and comes around behind Robin. "Great fuck, Mr. A!" she says with a grin and leans over to give her teacher a big kiss but soon turns her attention to Robin. The brunette is sprawled limply over the table with her muscles still twitching a bit from getting so thoroughly fucked. The teacher's mouth drops wide in shock again as he watches the horny redhead kneel down, grab Robin's butt cheeks and spread them wide. He hears Robin suck in a deep breath just as Kristine leans forward and shoves the tip of her tongue into the sperm-coated pink ring that Mr. Anthony's cock just came out of. The teacher gasps right along with Robin as Kris gives her friend's ass a thorough tongue-lashing, running it back and forth between there and her hot, wet cunt, searching for every dribble and drop of cum that she can find. "Oh God! Yes!" is all Robin is able to gasp out to the sounds of her friend's slurping noises. "Oh my goodness!" Mr. Anthony says at nearly the same time, marveling at the pure, raw sexiness of what he's watching. And, Kristine doesn't stop tonguing her friend's ass and pussy until Robin begins jerking and spasming in another huge orgasm. As the brunette's body begins to jump and writhe, Kris reaches up and plugs her asshole with her long middle finger and buries her tongue deep between her pouty pussy lips and leaves both in place until her friend's orgasm runs its course. As he watches Kris gently tongue her friend down from her orgasm, Mr. Anthony is astounded and rather proud to feel life starting to flow through his overworked cock again. He looks down at it, unable to believe what his own senses are telling him. But, it's true. What had been limp and lifeless and tired minutes earlier was now rising and filling with blood again, stimulated by the incredible show Kris and Robin were putting on in front of him. Kris finally gives Robin's tender little butt bud one last kiss and helps her climb down off the table. Of course, Mr. Anthony doesn't have to draw their attention to his half-erect cock. They notice it immediately! And, being the good girls that they are, Robin and Kristine move to help out as soon as they see it. Both girls kneel down in front of where their teacher is seated and begin the delightful job of getting him completely hard again, taking turns sucking at his cock, licking his shaft and slurping on his balls. In a few more minutes, they have a hard cock to play with again. "Mr. A, would you please, PLEASE fuck Krissy now?" Robin pleads in her little-girl voice after removing her teacher's dick from her mouth. "Honey, I would LOVE to fuck Kris!" the older man answers emphatically, and the three of them get up and head for the bedroom after they take Robin's skirt off so that she's completely nude like the other two are. Mr. Anthony lies down on his back, and Kristine, being the helpful student that she is, is happy to put the condom Robin hands her from her "stockpile" over her teacher's dick. After giving his cock several sweet, soft kisses and a suck or two, of course. Then, the big-boobed redhead climbs aboard his thick penis. Mr. Anthony soon discovers another contrast between the two girls. Unlike Robin's sucking pink hole which is nearly as tight as her asshole, Kristine's pussy is soft and wet and roomy inside, like a big, warm glove that gently cradles his cock without locking on it too tightly. In fact, the redhead has no trouble squatting all the way down onto Mr. Anthony's pelvis, rubbing her slimy cunt lips against his lower belly and burying all seven inches of his meat inside her. Mr. Anthony thoroughly enjoys the soft, wet cocoon of Kristine's vagina as it gently massages his cock. It's a very different sensation that Robin's super-tight cunt, but just as pleasurable in its own way. As the redhead begins to stroke her pussy up and down on his dick, Robin gets into the act by crawling up and straddling her teacher's face. He happily buries his tongue between her swollen, pouty cunt lips, and Kris leans forward to bury her tongue in Robin's ass again, all the while pumping her pussy up and down on her teacher's pecker without missing a single stroke. "Now, uh, ahhh, you tell, ummm, us, ahhh, when you're about to, ahh, cum, Teach!" Robin says, her voice commanding and not little-girlish anymore even if it is a bit breathless. Mr. Anthony mumbles that he will from inside her slathering cunt. And, cum he does, after a far longer ride this time than his first two orgasms. Being partially sated, a bit calmer and having his dick inside a much looser hole this time, all combine to allow Mr. Anthony to give Kris a long, slow ride on his cock, as all three of them build to climax together. But, finally, that tell-tickle warns him that he's about to empty his balls again, and he lets his two young lovers know just as he was instructed. Quick as a wink, both girls are off of him and working at his cock with their mouths and hands. And, when he shoots his first glob of jism upward, Robin is there to catch it with her mouth, and the two hungry youngsters pass the spurting cock back and forth between them until the teacher is drained completely dry again. Then, while Mr. Anthony watches in complete and utter exhaustion, the two beautiful girls go to work cleaning every drop and dribble that got onto their faces and chests and tits when they were playing "pass-the-cock" with each other. Showing a stamina and a horniness that Mr. Anthony finds hard to even imagine in his current state, Kris and Robin get so into sucking on each other's tits that they start making love right there on the bed beside him! He watches, mesmerized and thoroughly impressed and finally, after the two lovelies have been licking at each other for 10 or 15 minutes, he gets up enough energy to join in. First, he joins Kristine in licking Robin's slimy twat, and the two take turns working on her pussy and her tits and mouth. Then, the threesome switches places, and Mr. Anthony and Robin tongue-fuck Kristine. And then, Kris and Robin suck their teacher's cock and balls. By the time the three lovers run out of gas again, the girls have both had another orgasm. Mr. Anthony's dick is just too tired to get hard again this fast, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. The three collapse into a happy but tired pile on the bed, licking and caressing and kissing for awhile before breaking up for the day. Kristine, though she hates leaving, has to be home about noon, and it's getting near to time for her to leave. Robin and Mr. Anthony give her a proper send-off, though, following her out to livingroom, and kissing and licking and sucking nearly every square inch of her body at least once while she goes through what turns out to be a long, slow and delicious process of getting dressed and leaving. "Well, Teach, how'd you like your surprise?" Robin asks with a giggle as she yanks Mr. Anthony down on the bed on top of her after Kristine has gone and the front door is safely locked and bolted again. "What do you think?!" he replies with laugh and buries his face between her budding boobs. "Mmmmmm, I'm glad you liked it, or her, I mean," Robin whispers huskily as her teacher sucks her right nipple between his teeth. "Now, Mr. A, you've got the whole rest of the afternoon to show me how much." *****End Part 3/Final - "Teacher's Aide III: Mr. Anthony's Surprise" - fiction by D.A.P. (Author's Note: Those who enjoyed the antics of Mr. Anthony, Robin and Kristine in this story, may wish to check out "Teacher's Aide," parts 1-6, and "Teacher's Aide II: Robin Comes Calling," parts 1-5, previously posted on this newsgroup.)