("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- After Class by Beddybear (address withheld) *** A high school teacher finally brings his fantasies about a particular student to life. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, oral, asian) *** Her name was Thea Yang. She was a very cute little sixteen year old asian girl with a tendency to be shy. The only reason she was taking his class was because she thought she needed the credits to graduate. Quentin Merran, or Mr. Merran to his students, still had the enthusiasm of a young teacher. And he should have, too, he was only twenty five. He taught Music History. On most days he was just like one of the kids, with the exception that he talked and knew more. He had short blond hair that he spiked, and blue eyes. As far as height, he was pretty average, but he worked out often. His fiancée made him. Quentin had never considered himself a pervert. On occasion he jokingly hit on some of his students, but he was never really serious. Not that he didn't find some of them attractive. Thea in particular captured his attention. She wasn't a cheerleader, or Prom Queen material, and boys didn't fawn over her, but there was something indescribably desirable about her. Perhaps it was the cute way she walked, or how she stared at her shoes and played with her hair when she was nervous or embarrassed. He couldn't count the times he'd fantasized about having her stay after class to "discuss her behavior." On Thursday she was wearing a short black skirt with thigh-high black and grey striped socks and a grey t- shirt with the name of some band on it as she walked in the door. When making the seating chart he'd purposely put her in the front, closest to his desk. She sat down, and, apparently being unused to wearing skirts, left her legs open. He stared, silently, for a moment, before realizing she was looking at him with a little terror in her eyes. "Am... I in trouble... Mr. Merran?" she asked nervously. He quickly replied that no, she wasn't, and started to take attendance as he snuck a few more glances at the little area between her parted legs. She had black panties on, not the innocent white he'd so often imagined. Without realizing it, he began formulating a plan to get her out of those black panties. During class, as he lectured and answered questions, he continued to peek at her. He wondered what excuses he could come up with to keep her in the room after everyone else had gone. At ten minutes to the bell he had decided. *** It wasn't really right to like a teacher, Thea knew. Especially one that was engaged. But she couldn't help but like Mr. Merran. Even if he was a lot older than her... He didn't seem to like her though. Whenever she didn't know the answer, he decided to call on her, and she felt like he was always watching her to see if she wasn't paying attention. *** At 12:15 the bell for lunch rang, and everyone got up to leave. "Not you, Thea." Quentin said. "Oh no," she thought, "please don't let this be about the project, please." "It's about the project..." he started. Thea mentally slapped herself in the face. That stupid project, that stupid, stupid project! "I wanted to tell you that there's a way to make up for the points you lost for turning it in late." She looked at him. Was this extra credit? He hadn't mentioned extra credit before.... unless... she hadn't been paying attention... Great, it was a trap. It had to be a trap. After all, he hated her. "If you'll kindly come over to my desk, I can explain further." Numbly, she followed him, dragging her feet. Her toe caught a cord on the ground, and she tripped, shrieking a little as she fell. *** Quentin turned around just as she was falling. She tumbled right into him. He could feel her breasts against his stomach. "Are you alright?" he asked, surprised. "I'm, I'm sorry..." she half-stuttered, then winced. "I think I twisted my ankle..." "Here, I think they put a first-aid kit in the closet" he said. He led her over to the closet, which was actually surprisingly large considering the small amount of junk it actually stored. There were some chairs, so he sat her down in one as he looked for the kit. He found it after a bit of searching. "Now let's have a look at that ankle," he told her. Crouching down, he took off her shoe. From this angle he could see her panties again. It looked like there were little dark-grey rabbits on them. Jeez, when this girl dressed, she went color-coordinated to the max. "You know, you're a very cute girl" he said, trying to make small talk. "I... um... thank you... I think," she replied. "But... I thought you didn't like me?" "Whatever gave you that idea?" he laughed. "Well, you call on me a lot and I don't know the answer and you always point it out when I'm not paying attention and-" "Aha! So you admit, you really don't pay attention in my class!" he said, teasing her. Thea looked down. He could see that she was blushing. They continued talking as he slowly moved his hand up her leg. She didn't seem to notice. His fingertips brushed the edge of her skirt before she finally stammered, "M-Mr. Merran, w-what are you doing?" "Don't worry" he assured her, "nothing bad is going to happen." He moved his hand further up her thigh. She was blushing furiously, but stayed quiet. Propping her up a little, he slid her panties down, bit by bit, then took them off completely. Now her pretty little pussy was in plain view. He smiled up at her reassuringly. She looked back at him with wide eyes, but didn't protest as he touched her. Merran put a finger into her. Oh, he'd heard about Asian girls before, but it was nothing like experiencing it for himself. She was tight like nothing he'd ever felt before. Thea gave a little gasp as she felt him. Slowly, he started finger-fucking her. "You like that?" he asked. She panted slightly and nodded. He put another finger in. Fuck but it was tight! He increased the pace. She moved her feet up onto the chair and scooted her ass closer to him, covering her eyes as she did so. He got up without taking his fingers out of her, and undid his pants, then took them off. If normal hard-ons pitched tents, his cock had made a house in his boxers. He shed the remaining barrier between him and that sweet teenage cunt quickly. Finally he removed his fingers from the warm wetness, and licked off her juices, savoring them. Then he guided his cock to her hole. She groaned a little as it went in. "Are- you- a- virgin?" he asked between breaths. "Yes," she replied. "You're- my- first- OW!" The sensation her pussy was giving him was overwhelming. He moved in and out of her faster and faster now that he'd popped her cherry. Once the pain had apparently settled she seemed to enjoy it. *** Thea couldn't believe what was happening to her. Mr. Merran, the handsome teacher she'd daydreamed about for months, was making love to her. She felt like she could just rip apart, he was so big. It was a good feeling though. She pressed herself more onto his cock with every stroke and forgot all about the project. *** Quentin stopped his frenzied pussy-pounding and tried to pull out of her as he came. She was just too tight though, his dick didn't want to leave. It was like her cunt was sucking him deeper. He spent his seed in her hot pussy, and pulled out, against his manhood's will. "Oh, no, it's- over?" she panted. "Yeah" he said, then put a finger inside her and scooped up some of the cum, which was starting to leak out. "Hey- try this" he told her. She sucked on his finger, tasting his cum and her juices combined. "It doesn't taste as bad as I've heard" she said, surprised. "Well, I'm vegetarian, my spunk is supposed to taste better" he informed her. "Really? I'm a vegetarian too!" she giggled. "I know one kind of meat you might like, though" he said slyly. His cock was already getting hard again, just thinking about it. "What?" she asked. He moved her hand down to his throbbing organ and let her feel it. "It's so hard!" she said, astonished. "Why don't you give it a little lick, to see if you like it?" he suggested. Shyness gone, she got off the chair and knelt before him. Still holding him, she moved her tongue to the head of his cock and almost touched it before she let go. "Can I take my shirt off?" she asked. "I don't want to... get anything on it." "Yeah, sure," he said quickly. "Here, I'll help you." He slid her shirt up over her head and arms and threw it onto the chair, then undid her (black and grey, with more rabbits) bra. Her tits matched the rest of her, small and cute. He fondled one as she resumed where she'd left off. She began with a lick, then immersed the whole head of his cock in her mouth. He groaned with pleasure as she began moving up and down on him. "Ahh, fuck yes," he said between gritted teeth. Without fully realizing it, he grabbed the back of her head and started making her go faster. He could feel her tongue on the underside of his cock. He came hard in her mouth, and she gagged a little. He relaxed his grip on her and she took her mouth off him. She paused for a minute to catch her breath before asking him, "how did I do?" "I think you earned those points back, along with some extras" he told her, smiling. "And don't worry about getting pregnant, I had a vasectomy last April. Now get your clothes on, Lunch is almost over!" He kissed her on the cheek as a conclusion. Thea gathered her things and got dressed, hurried to the door, then turned, said "Mr. Merran, I'm sorry I thought you didn't like me," and left, blushing. Quentin just kept smiling. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 58