("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- X To The 2nd Power, Plus Y Equals Titties by Ricky Manchild (address withheld) *** I cop a lot of feels during math class. (mf-teens, youths, nc) *** I flunked algebra in the ninth grade. At the beginning it was so boringly simple that I stopped paying attention. By the time it became difficult, I had fallen too far behind to catch up. I got transferred into a general math class, which I figured was for fuckups. I guess I qualified. When I went to class for the first time, the only seat available was in the last row, left-hand corner. I thought it was the ideal spot, because I was closest to the door. I quickly became bored with crap like 8 7 = l4, so I started to scope out the rest of the class. Most of the other students were familiar to me, as it was a small- town school where the same bunch of kids had been together for years. In the seat right in front of me sat a girl named Linda, whose soft-looking complexion and nice blouse full of goodies had caught my eye. During a terminally boring session I decided (or just went on autopilot) to see how far I could go with her in class. I mean, what could they do, flunk me again? While the teacher wrote formulas on the board, I slid forward in my seat and slid my hand between Linda's arm and her side. If worse came to worse and she yelled, I would just play dumb, which I seemed to be qualified for. To my amazement, she didn't move at all. I rubbed my hand up and down her side, and then got bolder and slid my hand further around to the front, cupping her left titty and giving it a soft squeeze. No reaction. My heart was racing and my cock was throbbing. I must have held her titty for 10 minutes. I could feel her nipple, hard as an eraser. I gave it a few pinches, and Linda squirmed in her seat. Then the fucking bell rang, and I had to walk out holding my books over my cock to disguise my monster hard-on (all 5 inches of raging meat.) I didn't speak to her, or even look her in the eye. Anonymity has its virtues, I guess. Maybe she wouldn't know who sat behind her. The next day, I wasn't sure what to expect. I got to class and took my usual moron seat in the back. I expected Linda to show up wearing a cast-iron blouse, but instead she was wearing an angora sweater outside of her slacks. As soon as good old Mr. Whats-is-name turned to the board, I put my hand back between her arm and her side, to see how she would react. She moved her arm away from her side, giving me plenty of groping room. To my surprise, I felt no bra under the sweater. HOT DAMN!!!! I immediately got a raging boner, and decided to go for broke. I reached down to her waist and slipped my hand under the bottom of her sweater. I was soon feeling the amazing contact of warm, bare flesh against my hand. I slid my hand upwards and forwards and soon felt the swell of her naked titty, nipple hardening against my palm. I gently gave her some massage, taking the nipple between my thumb and index finger, and milking her like I would a cow, if a cow would let me and had quarter- inch teats. Linda was really squirming in her seat, and I wondered what else I could do in class. I mean, there was no way I could get my hand between her legs, especially since she was wearing slacks. What to do, what to do. When the bell rang, I managed to fumble around with my books until others had left. When Linda walked out, I walked behind her and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Wear a skirt tomorrow." I hoped she heard me and would do what I asked, but I would not have been surprised if she didn't show up at all. I mean, why would a 14 year old girl go along with such dirty, perverted, gross ideas, unless she liked being felt up in class? When I got to class the next day, Linda was sitting primly in her seat, wearing a full pleated skirt. When everyone else seemed to be paying attention to the teacher, she raised up in her seat and flipped her skirt back behing her butt. I might not have been the smartest guy in that class, but I wasn't a total boob, either. I reached forward and slid my fingers under the back of her skirt, and felt nothing but bare ass. I could finger the crack, and gradually pushed my hand further under her. She raised up just enough to let my fingers slide under her bare cheeks, and then sat back down on my hand. I could feel the lips of her pussy surrounding my middle finger, and when I curled my finger up, it slipped right into her wet cunt. I couldn't thrust in and out of her, but I really enjoyed feeling her hot, wet pussy on my finger. She flexed her pussy muscles and gripped my finger, and I moved it back and forth to stimulate her as much as time and space would allow. I could see a flush rising up the back of her neck, and she made a few noises that gave me a thrill. By the time the class was about over, I had pulled my wrinkled finger out of her pussy and sucked it clean. Out in the hall, I took Linda by the arm and led her into a corner of the hallway. I told her I wanted to pay her a visit some time when she would be home alone. She looked me right in the eye and said, "Whatever for?" I guess she figured there was no way to get pregnant in class, but home alone would be another matter entirely. I settled for whatever I could get, and spent the balance of the semester with my finger in her tight little pussy. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 62