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After School Special
by Leah Robbins (flowers_by_leah@yahoo.com)

***

True story of my first time with a student. (Fm, ped, 
1st)

***

I was as nervous as I had ever been. If this went wrong 
in any way I could be fired and end up as a movie of 
the week. Never before had I done anything like this 
and as I waited for him, chewing my fingernails, I 
hoped in the back of my mind that he wouldn't show up. 

Fantasizing is one thing, going through with it is 
quite another. I had planned it out but you could never 
tell what was going to happen and that was what was 
scaring me. But he did show, and in the end I was very 
glad.

He was student of mine (I'm not going to tell you his 
name or what school I used to teach at so I can protect 
the guilty) and I told him that a fellow student needed 
some help after school and if he could help, I'd 
appreciate it. It was a lie and I gave him my own 
address. 

I had noticed him in my class day after day and saw 
that he was very cute, if not shy. He always tried to 
get the girls to notice him but they always shot him 
down, probably because he wasn't in the "popular" 
crowd. But he always had a good attitude.

A few weeks before I had made my mind up what I was 
going to do. I made it a point of leaning over his desk 
during class, pretending to check on his work. Every 
time I passed him in the hall I gave him a little wink 
which I saw turned him red each time. 

I thought up new justifications to keep him after class 
to get near him, wearing my best perfume on those 
occasions. Each time I noticed that same blush in his 
face. I just wanted to make sure that he thought I was 
attractive. That's just me being my insecure self.

When the doorbell finally rang, my heart leapt out of 
my chest and I was mad at myself how it startled me. I 
got my composure together and checked myself in the 
mirror first. I was wearing one of my tighter sweaters, 
no bra, panties and a pair of jeans. I brushed my 
bobbed brown hair one more time and took a deep breath 
and opened the door.

"Hi is Meg..." he began to say. He was dressed very 
neatly. Beige slacks and a crisp, white button-down 
shirt and with his ever present book bag in his hand. I 
liked him even more now.

"Come in. I thought you were never going to get here."

"But I thought that..."

"I'm sorry I had to trick you to come here. But I do 
want you to come inside."

Cautiously he stepped into my house and tried to figure 
out what was going on.

"Sit down," I said as I took his book bag and set it 
down in the hallway.

He sat on the couch and I moved next to him.

"Let me ask you one question. No pressure" I began. I 
took a big breath and continued. I was inches from his 
face and I stared into his eyes. This was the point of 
no return. I had butterflies in my stomach as big as 
elephants and the blood was pounding in my ears loudly, 
but I continued on.

"I have noticed that you are a pretty good looking guy 
and I think that you think I'm attractive myself, am I 
correct?"

He nodded. I looked deep into his eyes and put my hand 
on his leg. Immediately I noticed a bulge grow in his 
slacks.

"I think that you are a virgin. I think that you try to 
get girls to go out with you and all they do is brush 
you off. I would like to help you. Would you let me?"

His face had gone pale and I thought he was going to 
pass out. I put my hand on his cheek and asked him 
again.

"Yes," he said hoarsely.

"I was hoping you would."

I began to unbutton his shirt and I noticed that his 
seventeen year old chest was free of chest hair. 
Throwing his shirt off his body and over the couch, I 
kissed his neck and let my hand roam down to his 
stomach. His head arched back and his legs opened 
slightly. I moved my fingers into his pants and over 
his underwear and I heard him moan as his hand grabbed 
mine to stop me.

"What's wrong," I whispered to him.

"I just don't want you to be disappointed. I'm... not 
that... umm."

"I don't care how big you are ok? I want you and that's 
all that matters."

As my fingers gently caressed him under his clothing I 
felt him continue to grow. I now began to playfully 
lick and nibble his ears and then made my way down his 
chest, leaving a trail of my saliva.

Kneeling in front of his half naked body I felt a 
feeling of power and control over him that I had always 
wanted to feel. I just had to control myself so I 
didn't scare him off. 

"Take 'em off for me. Shoes and socks, too" I asked 
him. He complied but he left on his underwear, 
concealing his hard-on that was straining to be let 
out. It was pulsing, moving his fabric up and down and 
he knew that I could see. He put both hands over 
himself and turned beet red.

"Trust me. I won't laugh; I just want to make you feel 
special today. That's why you're here."

Slowly, he took off his tightie-whities and sat in 
front of me completely naked and he would not look me 
in the eyes. I moved up and kissed him gently on the 
cheek. As he turned his head to look at me, I kissed 
him again, deeply on the lips as I let my tongue 
explore his mouth. I stopped and smiled at him as I got 
up.

I grabbed him by his shaking hand and led him to the 
bedroom. Laying him down on my comforter, eyes locked 
on his, I kissed him softly. His hand involuntarily 
squeezed mine and I could tell that he felt an electric 
shock as his lips trembled and I gave him a warm smile, 
and lay by his side as I slid off my Levis.

His breathing was ragged, his pre-cum was rich and 
thick, and the aroma filled my nose.

"Look at me honey," I said as I took my sweater off, 
revealing firm, round, hard nipples. He stared at them 
until I put my finger under his chin and made his eyes 
meet mine. As soon as I reached over him, my breast 
brushed against his arm and he let out a slight gasp. 

When my fingers touched his hard, virgin cock, I let my 
hand slowly go over every inch of it, rubbing my 
fingers over his sticky, darkening head, over the 
opening, running my nails into it slowly, getting his 
fluid on them. His heartbeat thumped wildly and I could 
feel the heat coming off of him. 

With every stroke I could feel each pulsing vein under 
my fingers and each inch of his flesh as I curled my 
nails and tickled the under side of his head over and 
again. His shaft was glistening from his excretions and 
my palm was now covered in it, making it slide easier 
back and forth. 

But I wanted to add a little something to his 
experience. I reached over and got out my skin 
moisturizer that I keep in my table drawer next to the 
bed. Slathering a bit onto my palms, I resumed touching 
him. 

This time, my fingers slid so easily up and down his 
skin that he slipped out of my grip more than a few 
times. The sloppy noises that it made were driving him 
crazy. He just kept staring into my eyes, not blinking.

"I'm the first woman to touch you in any kind of way, 
aren't I?" I asked knowingly. He could only nod yes.

His rigidity surprised me. I forgot how hard men in 
their early 20s (and late teens) really are. Ones my 
age don't have the feeling of steel in their loins. He 
did.

"Tell me when you're about to cum, okay?" I asked him.

He could only nod as sweat appeared on his forehead.

Only about a minute or so into my massage, he moaned 
and told me that he was about to climax. I gripped the 
base of his cock hard, not allowing him to finish. His 
legs stiffened and I could see a drop fall from his 
head and land on my fingers.

When I was sure that he was able for me to continue, I 
did. This happened about three or four times, me 
bringing him to the brink of orgasm and not sealing the 
deal. His head was dripping fluid, his sacs were 
pulsating wildly trying to pump their load out and I 
knew he couldn't last very much longer. Finally he 
couldn't take it anymore and begged me to finish him 
off.

"Are you ready, then," I asked as I moved closer to him 
on the bed. 

"Yes," he managed to say.

I put my arm under his neck and cradled his head into 
my neck. It was then that I took off my panties and 
wrapped them around my hand.

"Do you like the way I smell?" I held my panties under 
his nose and let him inhale. I had become quite wet and 
I know he smelled my scent on my underwear.

"Ohh yesss!"

"So you want to come on your teacher's panties, huh? 
Well do you," I grunted into his ear.

"Yes" he whispered.

"Every time you see me at school, you can wonder if the 
panties I have on are these."

Moving my panty covered hand down to his crotch, I 
started again to massage him. Not more than four 
strokes later he arched his back, yelled, and let forth 
a gush of cum. as I gripped him tight as I could and 
pumped him roughly, the fabric of my underwear digging 
into his hardened flesh. His hands made fists with my 
sheets and his knuckles went white. 

Wave after wave of fluid shot from him as I continued 
to manhandle him. His young hips pumped into my tight 
lacy fist, pounding into it over and over 
uncontrollably. His head was buried deep into the crook 
my neck and I could feel his warm, short breaths, his 
moans getting louder.

When he opened his eyes he saw his milky seed all over 
my lean stomach. My hand and panties were covered in it 
as well and I lifted it to my mouth to lick it clean. I 
was surprised that he tasted so good and how rich it 
was.

I kissed him deeply and stared into his eyes.

"You enjoy that," I asked him.

"Shit yeah," he said. That made me laugh, even though I 
tried to stifle it.

I got up and went to the bathroom. Staring at myself in 
the mirror, I looked at myself and smiled. I had not 
been this turned on in years and I resisted the urge to 
pleasure myself to orgasm right there. Instead, I 
grabbed a hand cloth and wiped myself clean. 

I wrung it out and wet it again and brought it out to 
him. I wiped him down as well, taking my time. Letting 
the cool, damp rag linger over his cock. He closed his 
eyes and I clutched him through the wet cloth.

"Now you have to do something for me," I said.

"Anything!"

I positioned myself up on the bed and told him to get 
between my legs. By now I couldn't hold back much 
longer.

"Put your head between my legs and eat me," I groaned.

He looked at me like a dazed animal. I knew he had 
never done this but I was sure that he had seen it on 
video somewhere.

"All you have to do is stick out your tongue... and 
lick it."

Of course there is more to it than that, but it was 
enough to get him started. I grabbed both sides of his 
head and straddled him. As I could feel his warm tongue 
against me, I shoved him into my pussy as hard as I 
could. My hips bucked up and down and my already 
swollen clit screamed at me. I put one hand onto it and 
as he was furiously licking me, I rubbed my clit as 
hard as I could.

I almost yelped as I came, my fingers still were 
rubbing my clitoris as he ate me right through my 
climax. I came again almost immediately and I had to 
snap my legs shut and push his face away because I 
became oversensitive to the point where even I couldn't 
touch myself. It was just too much.

As I was splayed out, he came up next to me and I could 
feel his cock growing hard once again against my leg as 
I held him. I reached down and masturbated him and as I 
looked into his face, he closed his eyes as I continued 
to stroke him.

When he was sufficiently erect, I positioned myself on 
top of him and slowly slid him into me. He let out a 
small gasp and his eyes flew open as I did so. When he 
was all the way in me, I grabbed his hands and placed 
them on my hips.

"Just hang on tight," I smiled at him. I moved my face 
so close to his that we were nose to nose as I started 
to move up and down on his rigidness. As I continued to 
ride him, I could feel another climax building in me. 

His hands gripped me tighter and tighter and I could 
hear his breathing getting faster and faster in my ear. 
Our chests rubbing together, my breasts mashed against 
him as we made love.

I felt my own heart rate race and I knew I was close.

I put my lips on his ear and whispered into it.

"I want you to come in me now, honey."

I started to slam my hips up and down on him as his 
hands gripped me so tight I winced.

"Yes, baby. Hold me tight and come in me. You want to, 
don't you?" I asked as my lips turned into a little 
smile.

"Yesssssssssss," he managed to say.

Feeling his body stiffen I stuck out my tongue and 
licked his earlobe with just the tip. As soon as I did 
that I felt him shoot load after load inside of me. I 
collapsed on top of him as my own climax exploded 
moments later. We lay there like that for a while, 
waiting for our breath to come back to our sticky and 
spent bodies.

I got up on wobbly knees and drug him into the shower 
where we washed each other down. I wanted him again 
right there and then but I wanted to make him wait 
until our next "date". I told him that he could never 
tell anyone or else I'd lose my job. He never broke his 
promise.

I have since left the profession of teaching to do 
other jobs that I love. Him and I still keep in contact 
and do occasionally get together, but not often. I 
never told him that I would write of our first 
encounter but if you happen to read this, you will 
always be special to me.

If you want to comment, email me at 
Flowers_by_Leah@yahoo.com

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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