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Young Lust
by Army of One (jb-adder@hotmail.com)

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A private high school teacher finds to taste for nubile

young flesh. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, oral, school)

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Once again, my soldier stood at attention.

Students filed one-by-one into the classroom. All
female, all looking absolutely gorgeous in their
uniforms (as some of you can guess, I teach in a
private school). I'd ogle over their tight young
bodies... then snap myself back into reality.

"The girls'll notice. Don't do it."

Instinctively, I rearranged my cock so that it wasn't

so obvious. Thankfully no-one had noticed.

My eyes glid across the class of fresh, supple-bodied

girls. They were all ripe for the picking, but one was
especially enticing: my chosen one, Janine Macey.
Fourteen years old, blonde hair cut in a bob, which
brought out her facial features, a tight, slender young
body, with small handfuls for breasts, ending out in
long, creamy legs, which she always had covered up in a
pair of sheer stockings, making her legs shine. She was
my Zenith, an epitome of youthful sexuality.

And little Richard knew it too. I quickly sat down at

my desk, just so I could adjust myself. Then I stood to
deliver my lesson.

After the period bell rang, I asked Janine to stay

behind. I could tell there was a look of curiosity on
her face; after all, having a straight-A student stay
behind after class was unusual, to say the least.

"Yes, Mr Talon," she asked me, as she approached my

desk. She was dressed impeccably in her uniform, with a
crisp white blouse, red and brown tartan ladies' tie,
and a neat plaid skirt with the same tartan pattern on
it, which wasn't exactly short, but short enough to
qualify as a skirt.

Then came her white stockings and finally a pair of

black school shoes, the kind with the single strap
across the top and the covered toe, which had been very
well polished that morning. On the left collar of her
blouse, she had the school pin, squared up perfectly. I
tried to look down her blouse, but I knew that she was
wearing a white bra, and possibly white panties too.

I reached down and opened a drawer in my desk, pulling

out a plastic bag which was tied at the top. "I want
you to see me after school, in this classroom, and make
sure are wearing this," I told her. I then let her
leave for class.

Janine entered into the toilets and pulled out her

mobile, immediately dialling a number. A 'Hello' came
from the other end.

"Mum, Janine. I'll be late home from school this

afternoon... Okay, thanks Mum... Bye."
She slipped the mobile back into her bag, and opened up
the plastic one her teacher gave her, quickly closing
it back up after she realised what was in it. Red with
embarassment, she departed for class.

Finally, school was over for the day. Not that all the
students were bad; indeed, some of them were quite good
behaviourally. But I was still glad when the bell rang.
It signalled the end of professionalism, and the
beginning of immorality. I packed my books away in my
shelves, drew the blinds, and waited.

A weak knock came at the classroom door. I stood and

walked towards it, then opened it. Janine was standing
there, still in her crisp, clean uniform. Yet I knew
something was different about her, and gesture merely
proved it. Of course, I didn't try to show it.

"Come in, sit down," I greeted. She did just that, at

the desk in the middle of the room. Again, the tent
pole went up, but this time I did nothing to stop it.
Instead, I walked over and knelt beside her. Taking her
face in my hand, I then kissed her, softly and
passionately. This lasted a good twenty seconds, before
I broke it. A weak smile had broken out across her
face; she enjoyed it.

I unzipped my trousers, and pushed the fabric of my

jocks aside, allowing its captive to escape. I took her
right hand on my left fingers, and lead them below my
beltline. I then placed her entire hand on my dick.

Janine felt dirty. She had felt dirty putting on the

things Mr Talon wanted her to wear, she felt dirty as
she came to his classroom, she felt dirty when he
kissed her, and now she felt even more dirty touching
his cock. As much as she wanted it to happen, she knew
it was wrong, and it was that that made her feel dirty.

By the time Mr Talon had stood up, her entire hand was
attempting to encircle his dick. An unrecognisable
sensation had come over her, and she felt it,
especially in her private regions. Instinctively, and
in response to this new feeling, she took the head into
her mouth.

It was a new kind of pleasure, as I felt the warm

inside of this young girl's mouth. I placed a hand
softly behind her head, as she sucked more and more of
my length in. Her soft red lips encircled my girth, as
her beautiful face was interrupted by a seven-inch
cock. (I admit, mine was not exactly the most
attractive tool in the shed, but it did the job, and
that's all I ask for.) She was about four inches in
when she gagged.

I withdrew slightly. "Try not to take it all at once,"

I advised.
She took my advice well. Allowing her hand to work the
lower half of my cock, she commenced working her lips
along the upper part. The feeling was astounding, but I
needed more than astounding.

I withdrew myself from her mouth, and knelt again,

reaching across to her blouse to unbutton it. I was
careful not to break one; the buttons looked to perfect
to damage. I finally had it completely open, as I
surveyed the prize in from of me.

She was wearing the teddy I asked her to wear. A white

silk thing, sheer like her stockings, and her exact
size too. Flowers were embroidered all over it. But it
was not the teddy I wanted; it was what was inside it.

I pulled one of the cups down over her breast,

revealing it to me. The soft, silky skin was heavenly
to me, as I took the nipple into my mouth. Her moans
signified her enjoyment, as I sucked on it tentatively.
Raising myself away from it, I looked across at the
other one, which was still covered. Again, I lowered
the cup, and sucked on the nipple.

By this time, I had become more wanting of the ultimate

prize. I moved down to her legs, and at the stockings
on them. I lifted up the skirt, and took hold of the
pair of stockings, and began to remove them. At the
knee, I stopped to remove her shoes, and then continued
on, removing them completely.

I looked back up along her legs, her womanhood was

hidden behind the silk of the teddy. I moved up and
shifted the fabric to the side, exposing her flesh.
Then, like a cannibal, I went down and began to eat
her.

The feeling of his tongue inside of her made her do two

things: let out an audible moan, and part her legs a
little more. She lay back, as she enjoyed the sensation
of his working her cunt.

But it wasn't just that that would make her feel

special. It was what he had in store for her next that
would be her -- and his -- defining moment.

I was able to pull myself away from her lovely, warm

vagina, and bring myself up to her mouth again,
allowing her to taste her own juices. As I did, I
brought my cock up to her entrance, resting the head
upon it. I then made my way into her, all the time
kissing her, even as she let out a small 'yelp' at the
feeling of her first penetration.

Janine's yelp was not caused by the pain of having her

hymen broken, but at the shock of it happening so fast.
It was only when Mr. Talon broke his kiss with her that
she realised the extent of what had happened: his cock
was buried five inches into her slit, and he was
pressing to push it further.

"Do it," she whispered, wishing her menstrual cycle was

not at the point where she could conceive.

I buried myself up to the hilt inside of her, before I

began a pistoning action inside of her, slowly at
first, then speeding up gradually. The stimulation I
was giving her cunt made her moan in short, sharp,
gradually rising tones.

It was about five minutes before I was going at my

fastest. Our groins were slamming together, her moans
high and staccato, when my balls finally decided to do
their thing. The first drop of my cum in this lovely
girl came out quickly and voluminously. Every squirt
after that filled her up even more.

The warmth of his cum filled her body, as she felt his
cock bury itself completely inside her. Every squirt
came thick and fast, hitting her cunt walls, smearing
them with sticky goo.

Finally he leaned down to kiss her, as the spurts

subsided. This time the passion that was present in the
first kiss had matured, and she kissed him back with
the same amount of passion. She felt like a woman, his
working her making her feel older and more experienced.

Mr. Talon then withdrew, before depositing a few more

streams of cum on the desk. Janine, as carefully as she
could with a pussy full of cum, picked herself up and
leaned over to the cum deposits, licking them up before
licking of his cock. She then proceeded to dress, on
her teacher's insistence.

She did, and left his classroom, quietly confident of

her sexual prowess.

END

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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.
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