("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 - 2 by Beddybear (address withheld) *** Finding her teacher unwilling to be with her again, Thea turns to the school counselor for help. (Mf, ped, oral, anal) *** After her experience with Mr. Merran, Thea was plagued by fantasies of doing more with him. She would lock her door and sit in her room, pushing fingers inside her little pussy and imagining it was him. It was no use. She couldn't recreate that initial ecstasy, no matter how hard she tried. In her mind she replayed those brief moments of unbelievable pleasure with him. She could almost feel him, stretching her with his prick, ramming into her like a machine, over and over again. Even if he didn't look big (he was average, according to the diagrams in sex ed) he filled up a space in her she hadn't known she had more than enough. She could remember vividly what she'd done after she'd left the classroom... ...Walking out that door was hard. She wanted to run back inside, jump in Mr. Merran's arms, and beg him to shove his wonderful cock back inside her, even if it ripped her apart. Instead, she snuck into one of the unused classrooms and, hiding behind a desk to doubly make sure no one saw her, she pulled down her soaked panties and stuck a finger inside to see if it was still there. It was! Lustfully, she pulled out the finger, covered in Mr. Merran's lovely cum, and put it in her mouth, savoring his essence. She repeated this action until every drop of it was gone, then sighed ruefully. Looking up at the clock, she realized that there were only two minutes left in Lunch, and, wishing she'd had more time, she put her panties back on and left... It was almost a month after the incident, now. Thea was starting to give up hope that she would ever be able to have him again. She started wearing skirts more often to class, giving him glimpses of her panties and hoping he would ask her to stay after again. Quentin, for his part, was having none of it. Much as he would have loved to drill her again, he had a fiancée, and had suffered terrible guilt after that one encounter. He moved Thea to the back of the class and stopped calling on her. Thea was hurt. She decided to confront him, even though it was very unlike her, and ask him why he was avoiding her. That day, when everyone else had left for lunch, she went to talk to him. "Oh, hello Thea, what can I do for you?" Mr. Merran asked. Thinking that perhaps straightforwardness was the best way to go, she said, "Mr. Merran, don't you want me anymore? I know I want you- no, need you." Quentin was a little shocked, to say the least. "Thea, we can't discuss that here, someone might walk in and hear us" he told her in a low voice. "Fine. Where do you want to talk?" she replied. "Let's go to the closet, there's a little more privacy there" he said. Both of them felt a bit of déjà vu, walking into the closet together. "Now, Thea, I need you to understand, I've got a girlfriend that I'm engaged to, and I love her too much to just let her go" Quentin explained. Thea nodded, but disappointment filled her eyes. "What we did- in here- it doesn't mean anything to you?" she asked softly. "It was amazing, to say the least," he said, "and thank you, but we can't ever-" he paused, trying to think of a way to say 'fuck' that a teenage girl would appreciate, "make love, again." "Okay" she murmured sadly. She left the closet, took up her things, and walked out of the classroom. Upon reaching the area where she usually hung out with her friends, she discovered that they were all apparently busy with clubs or somewhere else. Feeling a little depressed, and needing someone to talk to, she headed to the counselor's office. Mr. Lemms, the school counselor, was thirty six, dark haired, and tall. He wasn't very muscular, but he kept himself in good shape. Never having really talked to him before, Thea hadn't realized just how cute he was. And he was very, very cute. He smiled at her as she came in, and she couldn't help but blush. "So what seems to be the problem?" he started. "That is, if you have a problem." "There's a guy I like a lot" she said, "but he's got a girlfriend and now he doesn't want to talk to me anymore." "Kids!" Mr. Lemms thought. "Well, you know, you really shouldn't be trying to ruin his relationship if you like him, but I don't see why you can't still be friends" he told her. "But I don't want to be just friends!" she complained. "We-" she looked around, as if expecting to see someone spying on them. "Can you keep a secret?" "Of course I can, that's what I'm here for... sort of" he replied, smiling. "Well, we did IT" she said conspiratorially. He raised his eyebrow. "Was this before or after he got a girlfriend?" She paused for a second. "Um... before." "Are you lying to me?" he asked. She looked at him guiltily. "Sorry... it was after." He sighed. Teenage drama never ended. "I think you should try to forget about this guy so that you don't end up doing something you regret terribly." "But I really want to do it with him again!" Thea blurted out. Then she blushed, embarrassed that she'd said something like that to her cute counselor. Mr. Lemms had to admit that he was interested in this horny little nymph before him. His own girlfriend had just left him a while ago, and he wasn't handling her absence very well. "Is there anyone else you could turn to?" he asked. "Well, there's nobody else I really like that I know very well...." she trailed off. "And you don't like... er..." he paused. "You can say it, Mr. Lemms, I'm not a baby, after all!" she giggled. "...masturbation?" he finished. "It's just not the same" she said. She leaned forward. He could make out the swell of her breasts through her shirt. "Do you know what I mean?" "Yeah, I think I do" he croaked, through a dry throat. Then he stood up and walked to the door, locked it, and pulled down the blinds. "I think I can help you solve your little problem-" "Thea" she told him. "I think I can help you solve your little problem, Thea." "Oh, that would be just fantastic, Mr. Lemms," she purred, seeing where he was going with this. "My first name is Gabriel, but you can keep calling me Mr. Lemms if you want" he told her. "Okay, Mr. Lemms" she said (in what she hoped was a sexy voice), pulling off her shirt. He stared at her young tits, hidden by a cutesy blue bra. "You have very nice skin, Thea" he murmured, touching one of her breasts lightly. "You can see more of it," she giggled, taking the bra off. Gabriel brushed his fingers over one of her nipples. It hardened beneath his touch. He was so occupied with her chest that he barely noticed as she undid his belt, then his zipper, then dropped his pants. When her hands were around his quickly hardening member, he finally looked down. (Further down, that is; he was about a foot and a half taller than her) Her petite form made him look massive in comparison. She held his cock in both her hands, and was staring at it in delight or awe, he couldn't tell which. Maybe both. Time started again, and she looked up at him, then said, "What do you want me to do?" He knew very well what he wanted her to do. "Why don't you suck on it a little?" he said. She knelt before him and, after looking up for affirmation, placed the head of his prick in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, then swallowed as much of the rest as she could, moving her head back and forth, taking more then less of him in her mouth. He watched her in a kind of dazed fascination before deciding to bump things up a notch. Grabbing her hair, he forced her down on his hard cock, then pulled her back, while saying, "Mmmm yeah, you like that, don't you, you little cocksucker? You little slut!" She made a small noise and moved her hand against his balls. "Keep doing that, yeah, that's it," he said, closing his eyes. She played with his balls, huge in her hands, as he fed her his throbbing member. The pressure kept building as he moved her on and off of him. Finally he stopped, his cock fully engulfed by her hot little mouth, and came. He let go of her head, pulled out, and his jism spilled out of her mouth, past her pretty little lips and down her chin. "Ooh wow!" she panted, trying to catch her breath. "Are- you- always- so- rough?" "I guess so," he said. "Did you like it?" "Mm," she licked some of the cum off her lip. "Not as good as... Mr. - well, the last time, but it's still not bad." "You are such a little slut," he said, with a smile. "Now how about you take off that skirt and those panties?" She did as she was told, and quickly, shedding her shoes and socks as well. Mr. Lemms reached his hand out and rubbed her slit with one of his fingers. It came back glistening and wet. He licked it clean, while she looked at him with wide eyes. "Will you put it in me now?" she pleaded. "I sucked you off, so you're going to fuck me now, right?" He smirked, and shook his head. "What were you saying about the taste of my cum? You said it wasn't as good as Mr. something's. Who did you fuck last time?" Suddenly she looked a little scared. "I can't tell you that, it's..." "It's what?" "Will you promise not to tell anyone?" she asked, sounding doubtful. He promised. "I did it with Mr. Merran, he was my first." Gabriel was shocked. Quentin? For a second he almost thought about reporting Merran, then realized that he'd now 'raped' Thea in the eyes of the law, too. "Mr. Lemms?" Thea called him back to the situation. "Huh? Oh, what is it?" "Will you PLEASE fuck me now?" she said, with a hint of desperation. "I want it SO badly!" "Now now," he said, grinning. "All good things come with time." He motioned for her to come closer, then bent her over his desk. Her cute tits were mashed against the wood as he held her in place. Tracing a finger around the entrance to her cunt, he asked, slyly, "now, what exactly did you want me to do to you?" "Please, just put it in me, ram it in, tear me apart at the seams!" she cried. "Fuck me senseless!" He was glad he had thick walls. Continuing to trace his finger around, while stopping occasionally to play with her clit, he said "and what are you, Thea? Are you an innocent little teenager, or are you a bad, dirty girl, who fucks her teachers?" "I'm a bad, dirty girl who fucks her teachers!" she gasped. "Good" he said. "Acknowledgement is the first step." He placed the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy. "Is this what you want?" "YES!" she almost screamed. "Oh god put it in me please!" Gabriel pushed his dick a little further into her. She moaned. "You like that?" he asked. "You like having men more than twice your age in your little tiny pussy? Do you?" "Yes, oh god yes, I like- love- it!" *** Thea could barely stand the teasing. She wished he would just shove his cock into her, like Mr. Merran had. He had to want it as much as her, at least. And his cock was so much bigger than Mr. Merran's. Part of her mind wondered if it could fit, the other part just kept screaming, "fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh god fuck me!" *** Mr. Lemms decided she'd had enough. He thrust into her with all his might and she cried out in surprise. He nearly did the same. It was incredibly tight, and incredibly hot, inside her. His stiff prick sawed in and out of her, grinding her against the desk. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes, god yes!" she screamed as he pounded her against the wood. Yes, he was very, very glad he had thick walls. He continued pumping in and out of her, stretching her more than she'd ever been stretched before, letting the pressure build until he was almost ready to cum- then he pulled out of her. "Mm, did you cum?" Thea asked. "I didn't feel any in me." "I can't cum in your pussy, sweetie" he said. "I don't want you getting knocked up, now." He could tell from the look in her eyes that she didn't care about getting pregnant. There was a lust just visible behind the innocent-girl look she was sporting, a lust for meat. "Tell you what, though" he said slyly, "I'll cum in you if you let me in that ass of yours." She considered it for half a second. "Okay." His cock was already covered in her juices, so lubrication was not a problem. "Now, relax," he told her, "and this won't hurt a bit." He guided his prick to the rosebud of her anus, then pushed. She gave a little gasp as it popped inside. "Ohhhh Mr. Lemms, it feels even bigger in there than it did in my pussy!" she sighed. "But the feeling's just as good" he groaned. He started moving in and out slowly, then increased his pace. "Did Mr. Merran ever- do- this- to- you?" he asked, leaning over and whispering in her ear. "Ooh! No- ah! he- ah! did- ah! 'nt!" she said between gasps. "I guess- ah! that- ah! means you're- ah! taking- ah! my- ah! anal- ah! cherry!" He would've started smiling if he hadn't been already. It didn't take long for him to blow his load in her. He pulled out, then watched some of his steaming jism follow. It puddled on the floor. After taking a deep breath, he redressed and sat behind his desk. Thea was still leaning on it, head resting on her arms, chest heaving. Apparently she was exhausted from their sexcapade. He admired her for a moment before he spoke. "Feeling better?" "Oh yes, MUCH better," she replied, lifting her head up. "In fact, I think I've forgotten about him entirely!" With that said, she gathered her things up and got dressed. She was just opening the door when Mr. Lemms called out, "Don't forget, you can come back anytime if you ever need me." She thought she just might. *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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