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Sissy's Little Secret

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Abby was the baby of the family. She had three older brothers; Mark, Mike, and Matt. The boys were 3, 4, and 6 when she was born. Mark, the youngest of the three boys, was the one who started calling her Sissy, and would correct anyone when they called her Abby, so the whole family called her Sissy. It was the summer before her freshman year at college. The campus was only a few miles away, and Sissy would be staying home with her mom this year to save on expenses. Matt and Mike had graduated from the same college, and Mark was in his senior year there. Their parents had divorced four years ago. The divorce had been hardest on Sissy because she had been Daddy’s little girl. She could never believe that her dad had cheated on Mom.

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justify">Mark was on summer break from college, and staying at Mom’s during the summer. He had a part time job at one of the record stores in the mall, and when he wasn’t working or out with his friends, he was at home, with his door shut in his own little world. Mom worked 60 hours a week as a legal assistant for a well-known criminal lawyer in the next town over. Sissy often had the house to herself. It was laundry day, and Sissy went into Mark’s bedroom to get his dirty laundry. When she stripped the sheets from the bed, she found one of his girlie magazines under a pillow. She knew how guys were; she wasn’t as innocent as she led everyone to believe. Sissy sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through the pages. ‘What do guys see in this junk?’ she thought to herself. Just as she was about to put the magazine down, the title to one of the stories caught her eye, "Sissy’s Little Secret."

The story was about a high school girl who liked to watch her brother masturbate without him knowing, and after several times, seduced him. Sissy was tingling all over by the time she finished the story. ‘This is just fantasy,’ she thought, ‘brothers and sisters don’t really have sex.’ Whether or not it was true, the story had really turned her on

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Sissy shook her head, as if trying to wake up from a dream. She needed to get the laundry done and the kitchen cleaned up from breakfast. Her brother would be home from work soon, and wouldn’t be happy to come home to a stripped bed and no clean clothes.

Just as Sissy was putting the clean sheets on Mark’s bed, she heard the back door shut. Mark was home and would want his privacy. Mark walked into his bedroom, "Hi Sissy!"

She grinned at him, "Hey Mark! How was work?"

Mark rambled on about some shoplifter they had caught. "How was your day Sissy?" he asked, kicking off his shoes and sat down at his computer desk while she finished making the bed.

"Pretty boring, as usual, until…" she paused, debating on whether or not to tell him that she had found the magazine. He waited for her to continue, giving her a puzzling look. She bent down and grabbed the magazine from under the edge of the bed, "Until I found this."

Mark started laughing, "I was wondering if you would say anything. I forgot to put it away." Sissy looked relieved, she was glad he wasn’t mad, she was afraid he would think she had been snooping.

Sissy tossed it on the bed, open to the page of the story she had read earlier, "You should really be more careful Bro, what if that had been Mom that found it?"

Mark winked at his sister "You know Mom is too busy with work to come snoopin’ in my room, besides she’s caught me with one before and this time I’m too old to ground." They both laughed at this. Sissy shut the door behind her and went to start dinner.

As much as Mark loved his sister, he was glad she didn’t make a big production over the magazine. He stripped down to his boxers, grabbed his towel and was headed for the bathroom down the hall. He stopped in his tracks. What was it that Sissy said? Her day was boring until… Did that mean she enjoyed what she saw in that magazine? Mark walked over to the bed and picked up the magazine, and noticed the title of the story that had caught her eye. He scanned the first few lines. ‘Hmmm, definitely worth reading later,’ he thought. He closed the magazine and headed for the shower.

Sissy heard the water stop. She called out to her brother that dinner was done. "Be there in a sec!" he called out to her. He quickly dressed and went to the kitchen. Sissy was a great cook, better than Mom. More than his privacy, Mark enjoyed Sissy’s cooking. They ate mostly in silence; each lost in their own thoughts. When he was home, and someone else cooked, it was Mark’s job to do the dishes. He didn’t mind most of the time, but tonight was in a hurry to read that story in the magazine. He had caught Sissy stealing glances at him while they were eating. ‘What was she thinking, what was she up to?’ Mark hurriedly fixed Mom a plate and put it in the microwave for when she got home, then washed the dishes and put the leftovers in the fridge and hurried back to his room and closed the door.

Sissy took a shower after dinner and was getting dressed when her cell phone rang. It was Beth, her best friend, and she was on her way over and they were going to the mall. A few minutes later a horn blew in front of the house. Sissy knocked on Mark’s door.

"What is it?" he sounded annoyed.

‘He’s reading that story,’ she thought and a big grin crossed over her face. "I’m going to the mall with Beth, I’ll be back later." There was a pause.

"Umm…. Ok Sissy, I’ll probably be gone when you get home. Have fun!" he finally replied.

Mark was annoyed at the interruption. He was reading "Sissy’s Little Secret" and was almost ready to cum. This was one of the hottest stories he had ever read. He didn’t read the stories that often, is this what he had been missing? Why had Sissy left the magazine open at this page? Is this what she wanted to do with him? Was his sister a closet freak and he had never known? All his friends had thought she was a hottie. He never looked at his sister that way before. Mark started reading the story again, imagining it was him and Sissy; that it was her full 34B (almost C) tits bouncing above him. Mark’s dick was harder than it had ever been. He needed relief and knew exactly how to test and see if she wanted to fuck him. He walked down the hallway to Sissy’s bedroom, and got a black pair of panties from her drawer. He lay on her bed, stroking his cock with the black silk.

There would be no doubt of what he had done, he came so hard it was all over her panties, his hands, his belly and chest. He left her panties under her pillow, and went to the bathroom to clean up. He was going out with the guys, and needed to get going. Dressed once again, he wrote Mom a note to let her know where they both were and that her dinner was waiting in the microwave. He also left Sissy a note on her bathroom counter, "I left you a present. Sweet dreams sis." Sissy had her own bathroom, and even if Mom looked in Sissy’s bedroom to see if she was home yet or not, she wouldn’t look in the bathroom.

Sissy came home to find her mother enjoying her dinner in front of the television.

"Hey Mom," she greets her mom with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Darlin’. How was your trip to the mall?" Sissy plops down beside her mom on the couch and pulls out her new outfit.

"Don’t you just love it?" Sissy asks, hoping her mom will not rant and rave about the skirt being too short or the blouse to see through.

"That’s cute Sissy," her mom replies, distracted and trying to concentrate on the TV.

"How was work?" Sissy asked trying to get a little of her mom’s attention. Her mom had been so distracted these days.

"Same stuff different day honey, boring lawyer stuff," her mom replied. Sissy took the hint and left her mom alone to relax and be in her own little world.

Sissy went to her bedroom and put her new outfit away. She was hoping for a special occasion to wear it soon, but had to wait for the right moment. She lay down on her bed, not even suspecting what her brother had done just a couple of hours before, and switched on the TV. As she was flipping through the channels trying to find something good to watch, her mind went back to the story she read earlier. Would it be possible to seduce her brother like in that story? He had a really hot body, and from the sounds coming from his bedroom when he used to sneak in his girlfriend, he knew how to please a girl. Finding nothing to watch on TV, Sissy put in a movie.

She started to get sleepy, so she got up to brush her teeth, wash her face, and put on her pajamas. She found her brother’s note as she reached for her toothbrush. She finished getting ready for bed, and looked around for her present. It was no where to be seen in her room. She went to Mark’s room and looked around, nothing obvious there. She didn’t feel right nosing around in his things, so she went back to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed wondering where he might have left it, and what it could be. She was tired, and wasn’t in the mood for games. Sissy turned out the light and crawled into bed. Sissy slept on her stomach, and as she tried to get comfortable, one hand slipped under the pillow and she felt something slightly damp.

"What the hell!" she exclaimed. She sat up and turned on the lamp beside her bed. She picked up the pillow to see what was underneath. She gasped at what she saw. A pair of her panties, coated in a white substance. She picked them up and smelled them. She recognized that smell, it was cum, and her brother’s cum at that. He had read the story, not only had he read it, he was thinking of her while he read it. That thought turned her on. She was flushed, her nipples hard and there was a dampness between her legs.

Sissy stripped out of her pajamas; tonight she didn’t want to feel the constriction of clothing while she masturbated. She got a red pair of panties out of the dresser. ‘One gift deserves another,’ she thought. She hadn’t realized how good silk would feel against her bare pussy. She hadn’t realized how intense an orgasm could be ‘til now. She slipped into her robe, just in case Mom was still up, and tucked the wet panties into the pocket. She tiptoed down the hall to her brother’s room and put the panties under his pillow. She went back to her room and sent her brother a quick e-mail. "Mark, loved your gift, but it is better to GIVE than to receive. Love, Sissy." Sissy let her robe fall to the floor and she crawled back into bed.

Mark came home late, and the house was dark. He flipped on the light in the hallway. He knew Mom would be dead to the world, so he carefully opened Sissy’s door. He noticed her pajamas on the floor by the bed, he knew Sissy never slept naked. He gave his eyes a minute to adjust to the light; he could see her covered to the waist with the sheet. She was lying on her side; the perky nipple of her supple left breast was visible just below her left hand. She gripped something dark in that hand, he tried to see what it was, but the light was too dim. He guessed it was the present he had left her. He shut the door to her bedroom, and went to his own room. The click of the door latch woke her up. She waited, holding her breath. She heard footsteps going toward the end of the hall and a door open and close. She got up and looked out the window, and she breathed a sigh of relief, it was just Mark coming home.

Mark sat down in front of his computer to check his e-mail. Just as he was hoping, an e-mail from Sissy. He got up and went straight to his bed. He knew right where she left his present. He stripped down to the buff and reached under his pillow. He held the moist treasure to his face, the sweet and musky smell of his sister rich in his nostrils. His cock, which had started to awaken when he peeked in on his sister, was now fully erect. Mark opened his door slightly; an open invitation should his sister wake up.

Sissy waited, Mark should’ve gotten her e-mail and found the panties by now. She slipped on her robe, but left the belt untied, and crept down the hallway. The door to Mark’s bedroom was slightly open. Sissy started to knock, but decided she wants to take in the view for a moment. Mark was lying on the bed, his fully erect cock in his hand, he used Sissy’s panties to stroke. Sissy was glued to the spot, watching her brother stroking his cock. She felt a tingle between her legs and reached down to her aching clit. Her slit was already moist, and as she touches it a moan almost escaped her lips. She knew this was wrong, but can’t seem to stop, doesn’t want to stop. She slipped a finger, then two inside her already wet pussy. She finger fucked herself until she’s about ready to explode, and can’t take it anymore. Sissy pushed the door open a little more and walked towards Mark’s bed. He looked up, slightly shocked at first, but happy she’s there.

Mark held out his hand, for his sister to join him. She hesitated, "What if Mom wakes up?" Sissy slipped off her robe, paused for Mark to look at her body, then she took his hand.

Mark pulled Sissy down to him, stroked her hair, "You know that she sleeps like the dead, don’t worry Sissy."

Sissy grinned at him, "You’re right, besides we’ve gone too far to stop now," as she guided his hand to her love hole below. Mark used his other hand to squeeze one nipple, then the other. "Yes, that’s it Bro, harder," Sissy moaned.

Mark’s hand found her throbbing nub and Sissy began to moan. She grabbed his cock and started to stroke. He slipped a finger, then two into her wet hole, and Sissy let a stifled moan escape her.

"Damn, Sissy, you have a tight hole!" She looked at him and smiles. Mark rolled over on his back and pulled Sissy toward him. She straddled his body, rubbing her juices all over his throbbing cock, teasing. He pulled her close, kissing her hungrily.

Suddenly, Mark grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face just inches away from his, looking her in the eyes he growled at her, "Alright Sissy, enough teasing! Ride my cock you dirty lil slut!" Sissy’s eyes went wide and she obeyed her brother’s command. She reached between her legs and guided his cock into her pussy.

"Ooh Bro your cock feels so good!" she cried out. She started to ride his cock, slowly, feeling his cock deep inside her.

He reached down between their bodies and rubbed her clit, "Fuck me harder bitch!" She thrust her hips hard and fast over his cock, as he reached up and twisted her nipples. Every muscle in Sissy’s body tensed up, and Mark twisted harder, "You like the pain, don’t you, slut?"

"Ohh yesss!" Sissy said. Mark thrust his hips against hers, looked Sissy in the eyes, watching the look of ecstasy on her face. "Aaahhh yesss I'm coming Bro!" One final thrust and her whole body relaxed.

"Mmm Sissy that was so fucking sexy!" Sissy grinned at Mark, and slid off his wet cock. "What... where are you going!?" She put a finger to his lips and slithered down his body. She started to lick her cum off his throbbing cock, knowing he needed relief too.

"Ohh," he started to moan, "you're a dirty little slut, Sissy."

Sissy looked up at him, "Yes, Bro, but I'm YOUR dirty little slut." She licked his cock and balls completely clean, slowly, teasing him and savoring every drop of her own juices. She looked up at him, "Bro, I want to taste you too. Cum in my mouth." She took the head of his throbbing cock into her mouth, running her tongue all the way around, teasing. She sucked his entire cock into her mouth, flicking her tongue all around.

"Mmm that feels so good Sissy, you nasty slut." She moved her mouth and tongue faster, as Mark reached down and gently grabbed Sissy’s hair on both sides of her head. She let him set the rhythm and he thrust his hips toward her face, face fucking her. Mark started to moan, and she knew he was close. She tightened her lips, and he thrusts even harder, while she flicked her tongue all around his cock. "Here it is slut, are you ready?" Sissy looked him in the eyes, sucking for all she’s worth.

"Ooohhh!" One final thrust and he exploded in her mouth. "Damn Sissy that was awesome," and he pulled her up to him. Mark leaned over and kissed her deeply.

"What other tricks you got Sissy?"

She smiled, "You'll have to wait until next time Bro, Mom will be up soon."

Sissy slipped on her robe and went back to bed. ‘Now I have a secret of my own,’ she thought.

Shannon Ray

8/19/05

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Teacher's Pet

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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.