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Naughty next door - A teacher gets taught

steve6060 on Teen Stories

Sarah asked me to give a series of talks about my work as a PR writer to one of her afternoon media study classes at her school. The class, she advised me, were all around 15 and 16 who were taken their exams.

I asked her if they were a difficult class. She answered with a slight grin that they were 17 ‘individuals’ who had formed their own ideas about PR people. Anyway, three days later I arrived at the school and was introduced to the class.

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They were attentive as I am a bit of a non conformist, and one in particular was very alert to what I was saying. She's the cute girl who sits in the back of the classroom and never says anything to anyone. She quietly takes her notes and leaves when class is over. Sometimes those kind of girls have secrets. Wonderful, naughty secrets.

She's quite the riddle. She's pretty, but not stunningly beautiful. The sort of teen girl that men notice, but don't trip over themselves to talk to. She puts on glasses during class to take notes, which only adds to her charm and mystique. She dresses casually and comfortably. This girl doesn't feel a need to wear sexy clothes just to go to class, unlike many of her peers.

What's her name? Does she have a boyfriend? Does she live with her parents?

God, what's her name? A glimpse at the top of her test page reveals her name is Tara, and she is very good at PR writing.

The best way to meet a shy girl like
Tara is to be brave, bold and somewhat direct. Introduce myself, smile, be friendly but not overbearing. She smiles back shyly, and answers questions with one word responses. I ask her if she is keen on a degree in PR. She says yes, and so I ask if she would like to look through some of my consulting contracts.

“Yes” she said “Very much. Would you mind if I did some after school work with you?”

“Not at all” I said “Just let Miss Burgess know (Sarah)”


Tara isn't much of a talker, but she smiles a lot. She seems really happy just to actively listen, nodding and occasionally asking for clarification. She seems more impressed by sweetness and honesty than bravado. The conversation flows fairly easily.


"What do you do for fun on Friday and Saturday night? Go out and party it up?" I ask her “Otherwise, it would be good for me, as I don’t work on those nights.”.

She looks a little embarrassed. "I usually stay in. Sometimes I watch a DVD with my friend Katie, but not so much anymore now that she has a boyfriend. I read a lot, and I know this makes me sound like a huge nerd, but I like to study at the library on Friday night. It's much quieter there than on Sunday.”

"So I guess you don't have a boyfriend?" I ask.

She quickly shakes her head.

"Are you seeing anyone now?" I ask, trying to sound casual.
"You're awfully interested in that, aren't you?" she replies with a teasing grin. "No, I'm just focusing on my classes."

I study her, wondering if she will come round. I know I can help her work but I also want to find out where this is heading.

“See you Friday then!”


She arrived dead on time. She was wearing the same skirt and jumper she wore in class. On the walk over she's still very friendly. The conversation slowly dies after I resort to bringing up the weather. I notice that Sarah’s car is not her drive, and I am a little relieved.

In my lounge, she sits down on one of the large chairs, crossing her legs and looking nervous. I sit down next to her, a couple feet away.

I show her some of my recent work. She looks impressed, but says nothing.


"So, you aren't looking to date right now?" I ask her, breaking the silence.

"No, not seriously," she responds.

"How long has it been since you kissed a boy?" I ask.

"That's rather personal!" she responds, then adds defensively "It's been months."

I look at her, studying her body language. I can't read her. Her posture is defensive, yet she's obviously watching me, waiting for me to do something. I lean in slowly, moving my head towards hers, waiting for her to move away. When my lips are only inches from hers, she finally moves, closing the gap between us and kissing me.

Her lips are super soft, almost like silk. She kisses very delicately. Somehow I can detect her pent up passion that is aching to be set free.

After a minute or two I break the kiss and whisper, "We can do as much or as little as you want to. We can stop whenever, ok?"

"Frankly, I don't think that's going to happen. But that's still sweet," she tells me with a smug grin.

With that she turns and straddles me, grinding against me through our clothes as we resume kissing passionately. I slide my hands down to cup and squeeze her firm little ass, eliciting a load moan from her.

I nibble on her neck and tease her earlobe. I really want to get her out of her clothes, but don't want to rush anything. I break our kissing to remove my shirt. She takes the hint, and lifts her own jumper up over her head, first exposing her tummy and then her brightly coloured bra.

She's small on top, like most slender women are. I kiss her shoulder, her collar bone, sliding my hands up and down her sides and across her bare back.

"You really know how to get a girl worked up!" she exclaims. "And I can feel something down there that tells me you're just as excited as I am."

"That's very true," I reply, grinning at this girl who is more alive than I ever thought.

"That can't be very comfortable. Let me help," she said, sinking to her knees on the floor and unbuttoning my pants. I lift my hips to help her slide them off, my erection now contained only by my boxer-briefs.

"Oh my, yes, you are looking very excited," she coos, sliding her hand across my inner thigh. "I wonder, should we do something about this?" she teases, looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes.

"Like I said before, we can do as much as you want to," I reply.

"I plan to hold you to that," she says, then slides her hand up to caress me through my underwear. She teases me like that for a while, taking her time before hooking her delicate fingers at the waistband of my boxers and tugging them down.

The head of my cock catches on the waistband, so it angles down before springing up to full attention once it's free. "Oh my!"
Tara exclaims. She reaches her hand out tentatively to stroke my erection. "Yes, I think I know exactly what to do with this."

We both watch in wonder as her hand slides up and down my cock gently. I don't want to even blink, I want to remember everything and burn these images in my memory forever. She smiles at me, a naughty, mischievous grin, then moves her head forward, tongue extended.

I actually jump when her slippery pink tongue makes contact with my cock for the first time. She lets go of my cock with her hand, so the only contact between us is the tip of her tongue and my erection. She slides it up and down my entire length, then swirls it around the head of my swollen member.

"God..." I moan.

"Would you like something?"
Tara asks, once again grinning impishly.

"Would you... god, could you suck on me?" I ask, more desperate than I'd like to.

Tara smiles sweetly, then opens her mouth and swallows half of me.

Her mouth is as heavenly as her nubile body. She sucks up and down me slowly, maintaining tight contact yet avoiding even the slightest scrape of teeth. She bobs up and down on me with practiced ease. I admire her confidence; she knows she's making me feel good, she doesn't have to ask.

Now I'm in a minor dilemma. I don't want it to ever end, yet I know I'm going to need release at some point if she keeps this up. I'm not sure if I can come in her mouth. I'm also not sure if she wants me to fuck her. "I'm close..." I moan softly.

Tara immediately releases my cock and stands up. She unbuttons her skirt as I watch with rapt attention. Almost painfully slowly, she slides it down off her hips and legs and steps out of them gracefully. Her panties are a pink, tiny low-rise thong. She quickly hops back onto my lap and kisses me, my erection pressed against her miniscule undies and squeezed between our stomachs. I squeeze her bare ass cheeks, savouring their soft yet firm texture.

My hands roam all across her body, up and down her smooth back, catching on the back of her bra. I seize the clasp and open it, with surprisingly rapid success. She leans back just enough to toss her bra aside before pressing her bare chest against mine and kissing me once more. Still, I caught a wonderful glimpse of her small, bright pink nipples adorning the tops of her adorable little breasts.

We kiss and grope for a long time before she whispers, "I'd love to have you fuck me. Would you like that?"

I groan and nod enthusiastically. She slides back up my body and kisses me again.

"How do you want to do this?" I ask her, acutely aware of the tiny layer of fabric still covering her pussy.

"You're the man," she replies huskily. "Take me any way you want me. ANY way."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I’m so horny."

"Well," I tell her between kisses, "first I want to fuck you with me on top."

She nods. "And then?"

"And then I want to fuck you from behind."

"Oooh, I'd love that." she replies excitedly.

"Let's get you naked," I tell her, trying to extract her thong from between our entwined bodies.

When I nod, she stands and slips off her thong.

Her pussy is hardly what I'd call hairy, but there is a dusting of soft pubic hair. I smile at her reassuringly and say "You look so sexy naked. Now lie down."

She follows my instruction, lying on her back. I use my hand to spread her legs slightly and move my hips between them. I slide my hand across her pussy, feeling her wetness. "You're very swollen," I tell her.

"Yes, I'm very ready for you. Please, fuck me," she replies.

I rub the head of my cock against her pussy, teasing her, and getting her ready to be penetrated. "Enough teasing, I need you now!" she pleads. I slide forward gently, pushing the head of my cock past her slippery outer lips and into her hot wetness.

"Mmmmm," we moan in unison as I work more of my cock inside her pussy. "You feel so good," she gasps. "I love how you feel inside me."

I kiss her lips tenderly as I rock back and forth, finally burying my whole length within her tightness. It feels wonderful to have my body pressed against her small, soft, feminine shape. I'm sure she enjoys having me on top of her.

"Oooh, yes, that's it. Faster, please," she encourages as I start thrusting into her. I support my weight on my forearms to get more leverage. "God, I love it," she continues. "Please, don't stop."

I look down and watch my erection penetrate her, sliding deeply into her slippery folds before emerging back out of her. My gaze runs up her body, to her nipples, then back to looking into her eyes. I thrust into her again and again, savouring the sensations of her warm young body pressed against me, kissing her lips hungrily. I penetrate her for several minutes, driving my erection deep within her, causing her to moan almost continuously.

When I pause momentarily to catch my breath, she caresses my face and states, "I'd love to get fucked from behind now."

I nod, and we quickly rearrange ourselves. I admire her firm, wiggling little ass for a moment before grabbing her hips and plunging my cock back into her with one powerful thrust, hitting her deeply.

She slips a hand between her thighs to rub her clit. I grip her hips and watch my cock slide into her, enjoying the feelings of her tight, warm pussy and the feeling of her buttocks against my hips.

"Don't stop. Oh God, don't stop," she instructs, frantically rubbing her clit. I pick up my pace a little. I'm very close, but I can tell she is too. Her pussy grips me, clinging to me tightly. "Yes! Yes, I'm coming!" she cries out. I can feel it, and it's exactly what I was waiting for. With a loud grunt I slam forward, thrusting my cock deep into her as I climax, feeling the rush of pleasure course through me.

We collapse into a panting heap, slippery, sweaty bodies entwined together. "God, that was so nice," she says, kissing the tip of my nose.

She glances down at my cock and asks, "Still hard, huh?"

"Yeah, I am. You're very sexy," I tell her.

I settle back down and we sit in silence for several minutes, with me tracing my fingers gently across her back.

"Still hard," she observes. "Does someone want to go again?" she asks, hopefully.

"I'd love to," I reply. "But ladies choice this time."

Tara nods, sliding her body down mine. She licks the head of my cock gently. "I love cock," she tells me. "I really enjoy just playing with one. It's so hard and yet soft at the same time."

I observe as she takes me in her mouth.

Tara sucks on me gently, much more relaxed and tender than the first time. I just close my eyes and enjoy it, letting my mind wander. When I open my eyes Tara releases my cock and studies me for a moment. "Could you... would you please..." she stammers shyly.

"You know, at this point I would do almost anything you ask," I reply. It's true, considering how much I was enjoying the head she was giving me. "What would you like me to do for you, Tara?"

She looks like she wants to say something. "I... you probably wouldn't be into it. You'd think I was dirty, that I was really slutty. Well, sluttier than I already am for coming here with you."

"If you've acted like a slut today then I definitely don't think it's a bad thing!" I reply. "What do you want us to do together?" I ask, curious.

After thinking silently for a moment longer, she slides up my body and presses her mouth against my ear. There's a moment's hesitation, and I can feel her warm breath in my inner ear. Finally, she whispers hesitantly, "Could you fuck my ass?"

"Seriously?" I ask, surprised.

“Like, I masturbate thinking about it. That's pretty bad, huh?"

I'm amazed by her confession. She blushes. "I have a toy, it's about your size. I've used it on myself there."

My eyes grow wide at the idea of this cute young thing getting herself off with a dildo in her ass.

"What can I say, I really miss it. It's just so... naughty. Plus, and I know this will sound a little weird, it's just freeing for me."

"How so?" I ask.

"Well," she continues, "again, I don't want to sound crazy, but a lot of the time my brain just won't ever shut off. I swear, I think too much."

"That sounds hot. I'd love to fuck your ass,
Tara." It feels good to say it, especially because it makes her eyes glow with excitement. "What's the best way to do it? Doggy style?"

"Hmmm, no, it's hot that way but it's actually easier if I'm on my back. It's a lot easier for you to go in slow that way. Plus, I want to be able to see your face when you're in my butt," she answers.

I go to the hall bathroom and pull out a bottle of lube. I take it to the room, where she lays, her pussy wet with our juices. I get even harder.

"Give me your hand," she instructs, pouring a good amount of the viscous clear liquid in her palm. She takes my wrist and coats my index and middle fingers. "Just slide your fingers into my ass for a bit and lick my clit, ok?"


I can hardly believe that I thought this girl was quiet less than 6 days ago and now she's instructing me on how to get her ready to fuck her ass. Needless to say, I quickly moved between her legs and rubbed my fingers against the entrance to her ass.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," she moans as I slowly slip the tip of my finger into her tight bum. "That's right, slow and gentle."

I lick her swollen clit as I slide my finger in and out of her ass. "Slip another finger in," she whispers, sooner than I expect her to. I comply, and she starts moaning.

"That's nice." she says. Her ass clings to my fingers as I slip them inside her, sliding in with greater ease thanks to the lubrication.

"I think I'm ready, stud," she informs me. "Just please, please, please, go slow."

"I will. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it," I tell her, slipping my fingers out of her and sliding my body up hers. She has to roll her hips upward more than for conventional fucking, but she doesn't look too uncomfortable. I rub the tip of my cock against her now slippery asshole.

"Rub lube all over your cock too," she instructs.


"Ready?" I ask her.

"Oh yes. Fuck me in the ass with that big cock, stud," she tells me with a wink.

It takes all the willpower I have not to ram myself deep within her tight bum. Still, the fear of hurting her holds me back. Between the lube and her experience it actually isn't that difficult getting the head of my cock into her ass. She gasps loudly as I feel myself slip past the tight outer opening.

"You ok?" I ask, concerned.

"Yes. Don't stop. Just go really slow," she replies, eyes tightly closed.

I take her advice, rocking back and forth and slipping deeper into her, millimeters at a time. I marvel at the novel sensation of her ass compared to her pussy. It's tight, possibly tighter. Yet once my cock slips past the entrance it isn't so snug, except when she tightens her muscles around me, pushing me outwards and causing me to groan with pleasure.

"You like it when I squeeze you with my ass?" she asks. "I'm glad you do, because I love how it feels. Just hold still for a moment. I'm going to squeeze you, but don't let me push you out."

I nod, looking down at my cock, half of which is now buried in her ass.
Tara closes her eyes and clenches tight around me. I hold myself in place within her. It feels amazing. As she releases I slip deeper into her, no longer hindered by her resistance.

"Oh fuck," she moans, followed by something unintelligible.

Gradually I slide back and forth until my entire cock is inside her. I try to rub my lower abdomen against her pussy, hoping to stimulate her clit. She opens her eyes and smiles at me lustfully.

"I have to admit, I really am fighting the urge to thrust."

"You can thrust, a little. Just be gentle at first. I'll tell you when you can speed up."

Supporting my weight with my hands, I slide my cock almost all the way out of her ass, then slip it back deep within her.
Tara closes her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip and making little moaning noises with each thrust.

"Yes... yes... so good," she moans. "Fuck me, fuck my tight little ass. Faster, please, faster."

I close my own eyes and speed up the pace, revelling in the sensation. I can feel that her ass has adjusted to me, although she's still extremely tight.

Tara forces one of her hands between our bodies to rub her clit. "Please, don't stop. Fuck my ass, just like you're doing. Oh god, that's good."

I don't say anything, but continue my thrusting, marvelling at the reactions of the beautiful teen beneath me. Her chest becomes flushed, pink with excitement, and her breathing accelerates. Suddenly she cries out, "Oh god, I'm coming!" and her whole body tenses up.

The excitement of the moment, the tightness, and the kinkiness of fucking her in the ass sets me off. "I'm coming too!" I groan, just as I start to explode.

"Yes, come for me, teacher. Come in my ass!" she cries.

As my orgasm subsides I awkwardly collapse on top of her. She strokes my ass and back gently in silence.

We eventually clean up and lay together still naked. She tells me about a book she's reading, although I'm in too deep of a state of bliss to remember much of what she says. Eventually my stomach rumbles from hunger.

"You should eat some dinner," she tells me with a giggle. "Sadly, that involves you putting clothes on and covering up that sexy body.

I gather my clothes and redress myself as she watches. "You were wonderful," she tells me. "Thank you for fucking my ass."

"So... do you want my number?" she asks. "You know, in case you ever want to get together again sometime?" she continues, hopefully.

"I'd love that," I respond, kissing her lips. "I'd be disappointed if this was a one time thing."

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Teacher's Pet

shyshannon on Teen Stories

Thanks to my friend, mentor, and editor, BrettJ for his help with this story.
His encouragement, keen eyes, and naughty PMs helped me write this story.
Enjoy and don't forget to vote!


Teacher's Pet
By Shannon Ray © 2005

Dean had lost track of time trying to get his students’ science tests graded. When the phone rang, he looked at the clock. It was six o’clock. He sighed; he hated being interrupted when he was concentrating on work. He grabbed the cordless and answered the call.

“Mr. Wagner?” a soft, but flustered femini
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ne voice came from the other end.

“Yes?” he answered; hoping it wasn’t some irate parent on the line.

“Mr. Wagner, this is Melinda Phillips, Megan’s mom. I need a big favor and was hoping you could help me out.”

“Hello Ms. Phillips. What is it?” he asked.

“The hospital called and wants to know if I can work tonight. I really could use the extra money Mr. Wagner. I can’t find a babysitter, and I rather not leave her all alone at night. Could she possibly stay with you?”

Dean considered it for a minute. Megan was his favorite student this year. He knew how much her mom was struggling after the tragic death of Megan’s father just a year ago. Her request was unusual, but he hated to turn her down.

“Yes Ms. Phillips that will be fine. Bring her by when you’re ready,” he said, trying to hide his annoyance.

It was Friday night, not that he had any plans, but once his work was done, he could kick back and relax. Dean was an attractive man of 36, short dark brown hair, brown eyes, a small dimple in the middle of his chin, and he had a rugged look to him. The only excuses he had for not dating after divorcing his wife seven years ago, was his sons and going back to get his Master’s Degree. Not very convincing excuses, at that, he knew. He’d had a few dates, but none of the women ever meant much more than dinner and an occasional fuck.

“Oh, thank you so much Mr. Wagner,” she said excitedly and they said their good-byes.

While he was waiting on Megan to arrive, he went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He was lost in thought; Megan had come a long way since the beginning of the school year. He knew 8th grade was tough for any kid, but she was really struggling when she started in his class. Her father had been killed in a car wreck the year before, and she had barely passed 7th grade. Her mom had sold the house and moved to Hopewell, thinking a change of scenery would help her daughter.

Ms. Phillips worked two jobs just to make ends meet. When she worked the eleven to seven shifts at the hospital, she often left Megan with him after school, until she got off work. It was his idea. He could see how much they were struggling, and wanted to help out. Megan was the same age as his middle son; he had three, who all lived with their mom. She was like the daughter he never had. The extra time spent with her seemed to pay off, she was an A/B student now, and more importantly she was coming out of her shell and making friends.

Megan and her mom arrived just as Dean was finished with dinner. Dean took off his apron and went to the door. Megan was beaming from ear to ear. She enjoyed being with Mr. Wagner, he reminded her of her dad.

“Hi Mr. Wagner!” she was grinning up at him. Her copper-colored hair bouncing in a ponytail. She wore an oversized T-shirt and baggy jeans.

“Hey Meg!” he gave her a friendly wink. He looked at her mom, “Hi Mrs. Phillips.”

“Than you so much Mr. Wagner,” reaching out to shake his hand. “I will be by just after eight in the morning to get Megan.”

“That’s fine Mrs. Phillips. I’ll have Meg up, dressed and fed before then. I’ll fix my special pancakes, I always fix them when my boys are here,” he paused. It would be nice to have some company close to his age. “There will be plenty for you as well, that is, if you’re not to tired.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely Mr. Wagner,” she smiled at him. You’ve been too kind. And, please, call me Melinda.”

Melinda hugged her daughter, and kissed her on the forehead, “I love you baby, be a good girl for Mr. Wagner.”

“Feel free to call me Dean. We’ll see you in the morning Melinda,” Dean told her.

Melinda gave Dean a wave and turned to go. He shut the door behind her as she walked down the stone path to her jeep.

Dean turned and grinned at Meg. “So? Meg, ya hungry?”

“Yup! What’s for dinner?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing special, barbecue baked chicken, rice, green beans, and rolls,” he paused, “and banana pudding for dessert.”

“Sounds good to me,” she said, already on her way to the kitchen.

Dean and Meg sat at the table enjoying their dinner and making small talk. They were comfortable together after all the special attention from Dean. They finished dinner and dessert and Meg helped clear the table.

“Meg, why don’t you get ready for bed,” Dean suggested, “and I’ll load the dishwasher. Then we’ll watch a movie.”

By the time Meg had showered and put on her pajamas, Dean had popped a bag of popcorn and was already sitting on the couch. Dean looked up as Meg was walking toward the living room. He was shocked at what he saw. He wasn’t looking at his young, innocent student anymore; he was looking at a sexy young lady, all grown up.

Meg was wearing a short chemise top. The shimmery satin fabric, the color of violets after a fresh spring rain, was clinging to her body. A layer of lace, blue as a summer sky, outlined Meg’s small breasts. One tiny spaghetti strap hung loosely over her right arm. The matching shorts were cut high on the sides, allowing a view of her firm ass as she moved.

Megan’s red hair, the color of a new copper penny, now hung loosely around her shoulders Her nipples poked through the sheer top. Her long sexy legs were tan; her thighs were full and shapely. Dean felt a familiar heat in his groin. He knew it was wrong to feel this way. Meg was so young, so naïve. She wasn’t even aware her body was changing from a girl to a woman.

Meg chose to watch ‘Me, Myself & Irene’ and popped it in the DVD player as Dean had asked. He was trying to will his hard-on to go away and would have been embarrassed if he had gotten up to put the movie in and she had noticed his erection. It was difficult at the moment, with Meg across the room, her satin shorts clinging to her firm round ass.

Meg sat on the couch, just inches away from Dean. She was like a young innocent child, needing attention. Her feet were propped on the edge of the couch, knees to her chest, hands on her knees. Her legs were in a ‘V’ shape, her elbows hung down beside her shapely legs. Meg was soon enthralled with the movie.

Dean noticed her shorts leg creeping up her silky looking inner thigh and could see her small puffy lips, they had a layer of baby fine copper hair over them. His cock twitched in his shorts. ‘What kind of pervert am I?’ he thought. He tried hard to concentrate on the movie, but caught himself peeking at that innocent honey pot several times.

Dean got up from the couch and started for the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink Meg?” he asked over his shoulder. He didn’t want her to see the obvious bulge in his pants. He had to cool his head, both of them.

“Yes, please Mr. Wagner,” she answered.

Dean turned on the cold water and splashed his face. ‘Get it together man!’ he thought to himself. The cold water seemed to bring him to his senses, but didn’t relieve the aching between his legs. He retrieved two sodas from the fridge and returned to the living room.

Meg had moved to the other end of the couch, using the armrest as a pillow, her legs folded up toward her chest, leaving him room to sit. He placed her soda on a coaster on the end table next to her head. She was unaware that her shorts were twisted and again he could see her smooth little slit. He offered her a blanket, hoping she’d take it, so he wouldn’t be tempted to look at her sexy young body. She declined it, and he sat down at the other end of the couch to continue watching the movie, trying hard not to think about the vision of sweetness at the other end of the couch.

Dean was finally calming down and concentrating on the movie when a line from the movie made him cringe.

“Man, you'll do the cooking? Man, you're the one who thought you got chipped beef from a toothy blowjob.”

Hearing the word blowjob, Dean again was fighting a battle of the bulge in his pants. Meg seemed to not have heard it, or was ignoring it. She hadn’t moved from her position. Several minutes passed, and Dean started to relax again.

Meg broke the silence. “Mr. Wagner?” she paused, “What’s a blowjob?” She sounded so innocent.

Dean was shocked, unable to speak. There was silence again for several moments.

“Mr. Wagner, what’s a blowjob?” she asked again.

“Meg, honey,” Dean finally found his voice, “that’s something you should ask your mom.”

“Mom won’t tell me things like that,” she replied. “She says I’m supposed to learn about sex in health class. Old Mrs. Lonely, ummm, Mrs. Linley, won’t tell us anything either.”

Dean knew this was probably true. Mrs. Linley had been his Health teacher when he was Meg’s age. She hadn’t changed the way she’s taught since she began teaching forty years ago. The kids were lucky to even know what sex was if it was up to that woman.

“Meg, it’s not my place to tell you about things like that. Let’s just watch the movie,” he said as gently as possible.

“B-b-but,” Meg stammered, “how am I supposed to learn if no one will tell me?”

Dean sighed. Meg just wasn’t going to give up until she got an answer. He really didn’t want to have this discussion with her, considering the feelings he was already having for this sweet child.

“Alright, Meg,” he said, trying to remain calm. “I’ll answer the question, but then we finish watching the rest of the movie. Ok?”

“Ok,” she says, pouting a little.

“Ok, Meg. You know what a penis is?” he asks, not really sure how much she really knew.

“Yes,” she answers, sitting up looking him in the eyes; “you mean a man’s cock?”

Shocked again by her response, Dean tried to keep his composure. His dick was trying to push through the zipper on his shorts. He really wished this night were over, regretting that he even said yes to Mrs. Phillips request.

“Yes, Meg,” still trying to sound calm. “A blowjob is when a woman sucks a man’s cock until he ejaculates.”

“You mean he cums in her mouth?” she asked.

“Yes, Meg,” his frustration is obvious in his voice. “Most of the time. Now can we get back to watching the movie?” His cock is throbbing, as thoughts of putting his own cock between Meg’s sweet lips enter his head.

She leans back against the couch, seemingly satisfied at his answers. He wished the movie were over so he could just go to his bedroom, lock the door and jack off. Minutes ticked by on the clock, but it seemed like hours.

“What does it taste like?” Meg asked.

“What does what taste like Meg?” Dean asked, somewhat distracted.

“What does cum taste like?” she asked again. “It must taste pretty good for most women to taste it.”

“Meg,” he sighed, “I really rather not be having this conversation.”

“I’m sorry,” she said in an apologetic tone. She moved closer to Dean, shoulder against his. “I just want to know. I feel so stupid when all the other kids in 8th grade talks about these things, and I don’t have a clue.”

Dean turned to face her, lifted her chin looked in her emerald green eyes. “Meg, don’t ever think that about yourself. You are not stupid. You’re a very smart girl. Sex is something that adults do, and kids your age don’t need to be talking about it anyway.”

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Her soft lips brushing against his stubbled chin sent another rush of blood to his cock. Her hair smelled like lavender, she was driving him mad with lust.

“Thank you, Mr. Wagner,” she said as she leans back, her shoulder resting against his.

The movie was almost over and Dean was glad. He could finally go to his room and imagine his cock entering her pale red lips as he gave himself relief from the aching in his groin.

The credits began to roll, and Dean reached for the remote. He felt her fingers on his thigh, on his bare leg just below his shorts. Her fingers were trailing small circles on one of his sensitive spots. Unknowingly, she had found the spot that drove him to the edge.

“Do you like blowjobs Mr. Wagner?” she whispered in his ear.

“Yes, Megan,” he said softly, “I do.” He was tired of denying himself pleasure.

Dean started to get up and go to his bedroom. She caught his arm as he began to rise. He turned to face her, the bulge in his pants quite obvious. She was sitting on the edge of the couch looking up at him eagerly.

“Will you show me how to do a blowjob Mr. Wagner?” she pleaded with him.

Wrong or not, Dean was going to do this. He wanted her desperately, and it was obvious she wanted him, though she was to naïve to know how to tell him.

“Meg,” he said softly, “are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” she barely whispered. She looked him in the eyes, her voice a little stronger this time. “This is what I want.”

“Ok, my pet,” he said, as he unzipped his shorts and removed them. His cock stood straight out, just inches from her lovely mouth. “Start by kissing and licking it Meg, then when you feel ready, you can put it in your mouth.”

Meg was eager to please her teacher. She started by placing a kiss on the tip; she kissed every inch of his cock. The touch of her velvet lips was driving him insane with pleasure. He urged her to use her tongue, and again she explored every sensitive inch of his cock, lingering around the base of his head. One of her hands around his shaft, she guided the now moist tip around the outline of her lips. Dean held his breath in anticipation; sure she was about wrap her sensuous lips around his cock. He didn’t want to rush her, nor did he want to frighten her, so he let her continue doing what she was doing.

Dean let out a rush of air from his lungs as Meg parted her lips and timidly put them around the head of his cock. While stroking her copper-colored hair, he looked down at her and encouraged her to continue. Slowly, she engulfed his entire cock in her mouth, her lips against his closely trimmed hair. He pulled back gradually until just the head was behind her luscious lips. Dean ran his fingers through her silky hair, to the back of her head. He gently guided her head forward again, encouraging her to use her tongue as he gently lunged in and out of her hot mouth. Meg was a quick study, greedily sucking and flicking her tongue all around his cock, while he slowly thrust toward the back of her throat.

“Lean back Pet,” Dean whispered.

Meg leaned against the back of the couch, and Dean leaned forward with her, not wanting his cock to escape that hot, moist hole. Dean removed his T-shirt, not wanting the loose fabric to impede his view of her lips swallowing his dick, and dropped it on the couch beside Megan. Dean used the back of the couch to support his weight, his hands on either side of her head.

He drove his cock harder in her mouth. Her hands roamed around his hips, inner thighs, around to his ass. He guided one of her hands to his aching balls; he needed relief soon, but at the same time didn’t want the moment to end. Dean pounded her mouth, assaulted her lips. Her head was pressed deep into the cushion of the couch; he could hear her struggling to breathe through her nose. Her fingers slipped from his aching balls. They trailed lightly down his inner thigh.

“Pet, I’m going to cum in your mouth,” he managed to gasp.

He felt her try to nod her head. He put his hand on her top of head, thumb on her forehead, so she wouldn’t move, his other hand stroking his cock. He looked down; he wanted to watch her face as she swallowed his load. After a few more thrusts, his cock began to spasm, spilling his seed down her throat. Dean could hear her gulping his juice, taking every drop. She never hesitated, never gagged. As Dean tried to catch his breath, he looked down at Meg, smiling.

Finally, he knelt down in front of her. He leaned forward and kissed her. His tongue exploring her mouth, tasting his own juices. She tentatively flicked her tongue against his at first, then gaining confidence, she hungrily explored his mouth. When their mouths separated, Dean looked her in the eyes, wanting to remember this moment forever.

“How do you feel Pet?” he asked, gently caressing her hair.

“It tastes salty Mr. Wagner,” she replied, licking her lower lip.

“No, Baby, how do you feel?” he repeated his question.

“Well,” she said hesitantly, “I feel warm and tingly all over.” She paused, looking into his deep brown eyes. “My shorts, I think they’re wet.”

Dean looked down to her lap. There was a small dark spot of moistness between her legs.
He looked back into her emerald green eyes and smiled.

“That means you enjoyed it too Pet,” speaking softly and squeezing her hand.