("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Janet, Junior High Editor by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com) *** Janet, the 13 year old Editor of the Junior High school newspaper, gets more than just advice from her faculty sponsor. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, oral) *** My name is Jack Harkin. I am 24 years old and single. I am 5 feet, 10 inches tall with a medium build. I teach at a suburban Junior High School and also serve as faculty advisor to the school newspaper. The student editor was a girl named Janet. Janet was a 13 year old eighth grader. She was an above average looking teen, about 5 feet, 6 inches tall, brown eyes and redish-brown curly hair. Janet had a typical young teen body, flat and straight. Her breasts were nice emerging B-Cups. Her legs were long and smooth. She was also the most intelligent and mature eight-grader in her class. At first the relationship between us was quite teacher/student professional. She would approach me during the day with newspaper questions, sit next to me, in the circle, at weekly staff meetings, and only hold work sessions when a number of other student staff members could be there. She also dressed in typical Junior High garb, jeans and a tee shirt. As the school year went on, Janet's behavior started to change. She started to wear more dresses and skirts, that were often on the short side. The tops she wore were tighter, as if to show off her growing breasts. Some of her questions to me were more personal. She asked things like - did I a have a girlfriend, or what did I like to do on dates, etc. I always felt the relationship and conversations between teacher and student should be strictly professional. We had weekly staff meetings. At these, the whole student newspaper staff sat around in chairs in a circle and talked about assignments and the upcoming issue. I noticed Janet had moved from my side, to sitting opposite from me at those meetings and at the same time she started wearing more dresses and skirts. From this vantage point, she afforded me an unobstructed view of her legs and thighs. At times she would shift, uncross, and spread her legs, giving me a good view of the panties beneath. I tried to concentrate on the meetings, but found myself constantly glancing over, trying to catch another view of those silky thighs and beyond. Sometimes I caught her staring back at me. The work sessions, dedicated to laying out the newspaper were becoming even more uncomfortable. What used to consist of five or six student members, dwindled down to just her and I. Oftentimes, while I was at the computer, she would lean into me from behind, on the pretense of pointing out something on the screen, and press her braless, B-Cups into my back. When she sat at the computer in tight skirts, the hem would often ride up well above her thighs, revealing the fabric on the crotch of her many different colored cotton panties. One time, I don't think she even wore her panties for I detected the hint of a reddish-brown bush as she typed away on the keyboard. I was in an almost constant state of arousal around Janet. Once, when we accidentally bumped into each other face to face, body to body, I swear she could not only feel, but enjoyed, my eight inch erection digging into her pelvis, for she didn't immediately move away. Yes, she was a student, and under my charge, but I was having a hard time viewing her as just that anymore. As it so happened, our newspaper was given an award, by the Junior High Student Newspaper Association, in the category of Outstanding Student Editorials. Janet, being the editor, was asked to make two workshop presentations at the annual Spring conference on the topic of "How To Make School Changes Using The Editorial Process." This year's conference was at a large Hotel/Conference center nearby in a neighboring suburb. As faculty advisor, I was to accompany Janet to the conference, introduce her at the workshops, and generally chaperone the thirteen year old to keep her out of trouble. We didn't need to book a room since this year's conference was in our backyard. On Saturday, I arrived with Janet at the conference. She was wearing a short pink cotton sun dress with black babydoll shoes. She looked like a living Lolita. The first thing we did was register, get our name tags, and packets. We were told that Janet's presentations were spread out, one at 9:00am and the other at 4:00pm. Janet was exceptional at presenting the workshop. She held the attention of the student audience, answered all their questions, and completed the session within the allotted 45 minutes. As she finished and we gathered up her presentation materials, I said, "Now what. Which sessions do you want to attend before you have to repeat this at 4:00?" "To tell you the truth Jack. I mean Mr. Harkin," Janet answered, "I'm feeling kind of weak and queazy all of a sudden. I don't think I can do another workshop. I need to lie down and rest. Is there any place here to do that?" "I saw some lounge chairs in the lobby," I said, "maybe you can rest there?" "Oh, I think that would be weird," Janet said, "do you think there would be any way to get a room for a few hours?" I did not know if this would be a good idea, yet I knew I was responsible for her and wanted her to be OK for the afternoon presentation, so I told her I would see what I could do. I returned a little later, holding a key card in my hand. "We're in luck," I said, "They have many rooms left, and I got the conference rate. It's room 222." (Ironic, since that was the name of a teaching show, where the lines were often blurred between teacher and student, many years ago.) As we walked to the elevator, Janet was standing much closer than before and leaning into me quite closely. She grabbed onto my arm as if to steady herself as we walked. Once at the room, I unlocked the door and we both went in. It was a typical hotel room, with one king sized bed and other appropriate furniture. I removed the bed spread and pulled back the sheet. "OK young lady," I said, "Lay down and get some rest. You've got another workshop ahead of you." "I don't want to wrinkle my dress," Janet said. "turn around Mr. Harkin." As I turned around, she began pulling the dress over her head. Little did she know, or maybe she did, that I could see everything through the reflection in the mirror on the wall. I saw that she did not have on a bra once again. Her breasts were even larger and nipples more pert, than I had imagined under her many thin tops. She had on pink, cotton, bikini panties that matched her dress. And I could not help admire those long legs leading up to the silky thighs which framed the cotton crotch of her panties. Once undressed, she kicked off her shoes, scooted under the sheets, and said, "You can turn around now Mr. Harkin." "Ok, I'll let you get some rest." I said, as I started to leave. "No, don't leave," she said, "I don't want to be here alone." "OK," he said, as he sat down in the chair next to the bed, "now get some rest." With that she closed her eyes to nap. She was a rather restless sleeper, and before long the sheets slid off her down to her ankles. She turned around landing on her back. I could not help but stare at the luscious body of this 13 year old. Her breasts were the size of plump, ripe peaches, and just as succulent I imagined. I came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. The cotton fabric of her pink bikini panties pretty much hid the treasure of her crotch. However, I could detect the outline of her pussy through the panties. Her pussy lips seemed to be full and protrusive. She had what some might characterize as a significant "cameltoe". After a little while she stirred and her eyes opened up. She made no attempt to pull the sheets back over her. "Hey what's going on Jack?" Janet said. "I think you shouldn't be calling me Jack." I said. "I think you shouldn't be sitting here staring at a half-naked little girl." Janet shot back. "I don't think there's anything little about you." I replied. "Wow, are you saying you consider me a big girl now," she said, "Jack, it's about time. I've been trying to get you to notice me all year." "Oh I noticed, I just didn't let on that I did, nor act on it." I said. "Well then, I guess the time to act would be now!" she exclaimed, as she reached up, put her arms around me, pulled me close, and gave me a hot, wet passionate kiss. I knew this was wrong, I knew I could lose my job, I knew I could go to jail, but really now, when does one ever have the chance to be with a nubile, 13 year old junior high coed? I threw my arms around her and kissed back, thrusting my tongue deep into her open mouth. While we were doing this, I reached over and began caressing her breasts. She sighed loudly as my fingers massaged the nipples, causing them to get hard and rise to attention. Then, all of a sudden, Janet pulled away. "This is hardly fair," she said, "I'm almost naked and you still have all of you clothes on." "That's easily fixed." I said, and I removed everything but my jockey shorts. My eight inch penis was hard and formed a huge tent in my shorts. "Oh my, what do we have here?" Janet said. "It looks like someone's happy to see me. You know I've never seen a grown man's thing before. May I see it?" "You may, and it's called a penis, by the way." I said. With that I pulled off my shorts and she got the first glimpse of my eight inch penis. "Oh wow, it's so big, and thick," she said, "I think I need to examine him closer." She reached over and clutched my member around the base. Then she felt all of it, up my shaft to the head, squeezing it tightly. As she did this, she felt a few drops of waxy fluid leak out the tip. She couldn't believe how something could be so hard yet feel so soft at the same time. "Speaking of fairness," I said, "I've never seen a 13 year old 'thing'. May I see it?" "Yes you may." she said, "and it's called a pussy." "Actually vagina," I said. "I know silly," Janet replied, as she hooked her thumbs in the waist band and slid off her panties. She then lay down and spread her legs wide. "It's your turn to explore now," she said. The view was even better than I imagined it to be beneath the fabric. There was a full bush of reddish- brown pubic hair, covering a puffy, plush set of pussy lips. I could detect a thin coating of moisture, just covering the slit. At the top of her slit was the hood, housing her clitoris, which was not yet peeking out. I rubbed my finger up and down her slit, transferring the lubrication from front to back. Then I did something I just love. Using both hands, I grabbed each pussy lip with my thumb and index finger, and spread them as wide as I could. This gave me a spectacular view deep inside her pussy. The walls of Janet's pussy were pink, smooth, moist and deep. I used one hand to keep her pussy open while I rubbed the palm of my other hand inside, on her walls, savoring the hot silkiness of her inner womanhood. Janet must have liked this too, for she was moaning and rocking her hips. After massaging her inner walls, I took my middle and index fingers and pushed them all the way in. "Hey, I don't feel a hymen." I said. "Tampons." she answered. "I'm still technically a virgin." Thank God, I thought. I wanted her to remember the pleasure not the pain of her first time. As I continued to finger her, I decided to try one other thing. I put my face between her thighs and started to lick and suck around the area of her clitoris. It wasn't long before the hard, pink button popped out beyond the protective hood. My lips clung tightly around the erect clitoris, and my tongue licked the tip in a circular motion. This was too much for a little 13 year old pussy to take. She screamed loudly, and her body bucked wildly, mashing her pussy against my mouth. When this happened I could feel a release of fluid, which I lapped up greedily, and an aroma, sweeter then the most expensive French perfume. "Wow." Janet said, "I never felt anything like that before. But I want more. I want it all. I want you Mr. Harkin." "You mean Jack don't you?" I said. With that I gathered her back into my arms, lay completely on top of her, and pressed my chest onto her breasts. The contrast between the soft mounds and hard nipples was fabulous. She spread her legs and I dug my crotch into hers, rubbing my penis against her soaking wet pussy. She then surprised me by reaching underneath, grabbing my penis, and placing it firmly, not just at the entrance, but actually into her hot, wet pussy hole. It took only the slightest lunge forward then, to bury it all the way to the hilt. I stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling of having me inside her. Then I started to pump in and out slowly. Janet looked up at me with an expression of abandon. I continued to pump, although faster now, nevertheless, with long deep strokes. This virgin 13 year old seemed to love the feel of the first penis inside her. Her hips again moved upward to meet my every movement, her breathing deepened, and her moans grew more frequent. Then her whole body began to shake and her pussy muscles contracted. The feeling of her hot pussy walls squeezing my hard shaft pushed me over the edge. I felt the unmistakable tightness in my balls, telling me I was about to release my biggest load ever. Not wanting to get her pregnant, I started to pull out. She, however, reached up, grabbed my butt, and held me in, pushing me all the way down. I couldn't help but empty my hot, creamy love juice deep into her pussy. Barely able to speak, Janet whispered, "Don't worry, it's a safe time, I'm supposed to get my period tomorrow." Janet then lifted her face up and gave me a deep passionate kiss. "Oh thank you, thank you Jack," she said, "I wanted this for such a long time." I didn't say it, but so had I. I stayed inside her until my penis went limp. As it popped out, the flood of semen dropped onto the sheets. We then both rolled over and fell asleep. A few hours later, I was awakened from a light sleep, with an amazing feeling coming from by crotch area. As I looked up, I saw a 13 year old naked Janet, with her mouth completely engulfing my flaccid penis and sucking. "Hey shouldn't we get ready for your afternoon workshop?" I asked. "We've got plenty of time," she said, "besides, when are we ever going to get a chance like this again?" I couldn't argue with that, so I just laid there and enjoyed. The suction of her hot, wet, mouth was doing its job. My flaccid penis soon expanded to its full eight inches. This was helped by her tongue simultaneously licking the underside of my shaft, from the base to underneath the head. When I thought I just about couldn't take any more of this, she stopped. She scooted up over my body, squatted, and positioned her pelvis over mine. Without using her hands, she wiggled her splayed open pussy over my hard penis and pushed her whole body down. I feel first the head, then my entire penis sink into her still wet pussy. Janet began to rock up and down as I began to pump in and out. The moisture from her juices combined with my previous fluid, left the walls of her pussy feeling sticky and spongy, creating a grip on my penis, tighter than ever before. Soon our thrusting increased and I felt her whole body stiffen up and then release in yet another powerful orgasm. Surprisingly, I did not shoot my load with that, having cum a few hours earlier. Janet climbed off of me and noticed I was still hard. Seeing this, she slid her head back down between my legs and popped my hard penis back into her mouth. She resumed, where she had left off, sucking me deeply and licking my shaft. Although the feeling in her pussy was tight, the suction of her hot, little mouth caused me to discharge my second load of cum of the day, into her mouth. As she struggled to swallow it down her throat, a good quarter of the load leaked out, between her closed lips and my penis, leaking onto her cheeks and chin. As she removed my penis from her mouth, she used her fingers to scoop up the excess cum from her face, drip it into her mouth, and swallow. I was beginning to wonder just how innocent this girl was. With that is was time to go. We took advantage of the room and grabbed a quick shower together, each cleaning each other's bodies', then put back on our clothes, and left for the workshop. Janet completed the session, as she did the morning one, although she seemed distracted at times as her eyes caught mine. I drove her back to the parking lot at school where her parents were waiting and thanked me for taking care of their daughter. If they only knew! Working with Janet the rest of the year was torture. We never had the opportunity to hook up again. Her short skirts, tight tops, and casual body brush ups, drove me crazy, since I could not act on them. Nothing in my life would ever compare to that one afternoon we had together in April. Unfortunately when the year ended, she left to go on to high school. I did, however, see her one more time. Two years later, while at another student newspaper conference, I caught sight of her walking in the hotel lobby, arm in arm with an older man, who appeared to be her faculty sponsor. I wondered how he would advise her this day... THE END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 73