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From: joe moose <joemoose@altavista.com>
Subject: {ASSM} New Story - Cuckold's Choice
Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 09:10:02 -0400
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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray any person living
or dead, nor any known situation. This story contains themes of
deception and seduction with vaginal and oral sex between a male
schoolteacher and his teenage student. It is meant for adults only and
is not to be read by persons under the age of 18, or the legal age in
the county/state/province/country in which the reader resides. 

M/f, MF, cuckold


			Cuckold -(TM)s Choice
			  By John Beard

		--------------------------------------------------

Sam idly surveyed his grade eight classroom, his mind on other things.
It wasn't supposed to be this way he mused, ruefully. I'm only
twenty-nine years old and I shouldn't be impotent. Even Viagra hadn't
done its job and his doctor blamed the problem on anxiety-generated
adrenalin which was, he'd said, the enemy of erectiopns. But Shelly
still shouldn't be cheating on me. It just makes it worse. She should be
helping me. I feel like people can see those cuckold horns on my head. 

"Uh, Mr. Slade? Sir? Are you OK?" 

Sam looked up, startled from his sad reverie. "Oh, Sally. Sorry. I guess
I was dreaming. What can I do for you?" 

"Uh, Sir? Like? It's about my essay, Sir? You said you'd help me?" 

"Yeah, that's right, Sally. There were some things in it that --well
--that I don't think you want to write about. Not for school, anyway."
He looked at the cute, petite youngster standing by his desk and he felt
a stirring in his groin. Damn! Guilt washed over him as he fought the
immoral thoughts that Sally and some of her classmates aroused in him.
He couldn't get it up for his beautiful, buxom wife but these nubile
nymphets gave him an almost constant erection while in class. "But we
can't go over it here --not now --can you come back after class?" 

"Sure, Mr. Slade. Today?" 

"Yeah --after four thirty, Sally." What was he thinking? Why did the
young, timid ones get to him while his aggressive, demanding wife of
four years left him limp and unable to perform? "In my office." 

The teacher reminded Sally of her Uncle Ben, the uncle she had written
about in her essay, -'My Special Family'. Mr. Slade was bigger and
better looking than Uncle Ben but he was gentle and nice and she liked
him a lot. Lots more than that awful Miss Miller who yelled at her and
never said she did good work. Why did Mr. Slade want to talk to her
about her essay? She'd been very careful to put in commas and capitals
and all that stuff. 

			---------------------------------------

Why was he such a wimp? He'd known what he'd find when he went home at
noon so why had he gone unless he was prepared to do something about it?
But, even though he'd suspected that Shelly was cheating, it had been a
shock to actually see it. 

Sam's underperforming organ stirred as, perversely, his libido was
activated by the memory of what he'd seen. Rick Adams wasn't much to
look at and he'd been surprised that he was Shelly's choice. Maybe he
was just one of several? But the probable reason for choosing the small,
plain man became very evident when he dismounted from the faithless
wife's spread-eagled body and she mounted him. Damn! The guy had almost
ten inches. So the answer was there. He was being long-cocked. 

The schoolteacher hadn't been concerned about size until today. His own
endowment was more than seven inches, and thick, too. He knew he was
above average but he couldn't compete with Adams' long appendage. Not if
that was what Shelly wanted. Sam felt nauseous but the nausea was a mix
of sickness at what he'd seen and a sort of obscene excitement from
watching his cheating spouse as she'd ridden her lover. He got some
satisfaction though from the fact that it hadn't lasted long enough for
Shelly. She'd been viciously biting in her commentary when Rick had gone
off before she was ready. Oh God! Another pang of nausea shot through
him. What if she'd got knocked up? He'd seen the creamy dribble that
escaped from her gaping cunt when she'd got off. At least they could
have used a condom. Damn both of them to Hell. 

			------------------------------------

His last class was finished at three so, as if to rub salt into his
cuckoldry wound, Sam had gone home to see if Shelly was there. She
wasn't and there was no evidence of the lewd display he'd observed at
noon. Feeling sick with jealousy and anger he'd put on his running
shorts. After his young student finished her office visit, he'd run
until he was exhausted and maybe that would help him get over the trauma
of Shelly's betrayal of their vows. 

Sam heard the timid knock at the door and looked at his watch. It would
be Sally. God. Even her uncle was getting it while he, himself, couldn't
even get it up, let alone, in. He got up from the desk and opened the
door, then closed it. 

"Uh, I brought my essay, Mr. Slade. Was it? Like? Is there stuff wrong
with it? I really worked hard on it, Sir." 

"No, Sally, the grammar and punctuation are almost perfect. It's just
that -- well --what you've written is sort of private? You know? Things
you shouldn't tell other people about?" Damn! Her uncle might be an
unprincipled lecher but Sam could understand why. The girl was a beauty.
Her small mouth had an indefinable sexiness about it that was
accentuated by the sultry look in her heavy-lidded eyes. She just
naturally looked like she was asking for it. And, even though she was
petite, she was shapely. And the clothes she wore showed off her cute,
round little bum and the twin, outthrust projections of her nicely
developing bust. 

"But Sir? I --like --you said we were s'posed to talk about feelings and
stuff. And Uncle Ben gives me real good feelings. I didn't --like --use
bad words or nothin' like that?" I wonder if he has a little niece or
someone to teach stuff to? I bet he does a good job, if he has someone. 

"I know, Sally --it's just --like --you say in your essay that it's a
secret between you and your uncle --but now it isn't a secret." True,
she hadn't said directly that he uncle had fucked her or that she'd
sucked his cock but it was easy to read all that between the lines. 

"Yeah, but you're my teacher. You're not gonna tell are you?" 

"Of course not, Sally. But? Maybe I misread what you wrote? What did you
mean when you wrote," and he took the essay from her and quickly found
the quote, "Uncle Ben showed me with his hands how I could have fun by
myself like older girls?" 

"Uh, like --he --you know, Mr. Slade. He played with me." 

"How, Sally? How did he play with you?" God! Was this nubile, young
creature as simple and na ve as she seemed? 

"Hee hee --you know --don'cha have a niece or someone you hafta teach?" 

"No, Sally, I don't. So you have to show me." What am I thinking of?
Even if she'll let me, I can't take advantage of her naivet (C). "Show
me exactly what he did." 

"Exactly? Like? Do you want me to get like I used to for Uncle Ben?" 

"Yes, Sally. That's probably the best way. How did you get for your
uncle?" 

"Hee hee --I sat on his lap, Mr. Slade. Can I sit on yours?" I wonder if
he's going to get like Uncle Ben? Maybe he's going to want me to do
stuff for him, too? 

The stirring in Sam's groin became more intense as the cute teenager
came behind the desk to where he sat and, with a bit of a smile,
clambered up onto his lap. 

"It's not quite the same, Mr. Slade. When Uncle Ben showed me I was
ready for bed so I dint have much on. Do you want me to --like --sorta
undress?" I know he does. I could feel him. He's hard there like Uncle
Ben got. I bet he wants to do the same stuff, too. 

"Uh --I don't know, Sally? That may not be a good idea?" 

"But I gotta, Sir, if I'm gonna show you what he done." And without
waiting for her teacher's OK, the petite teen slid down off his knees
and quickly took off all her clothes. "Golly --it's cold in here, Mr.
Slade. You gotta hug me to keep me warm." And the naked, young girl
climbed back onto Sam's lap and snuggled close to him. 

If there'd been a stirring in his groin before, now it was a violent
agitation. The feel of the girl's warm, bare flesh against his thighs
added to the visual appeal of her petite, shapely, nude body. He could
barely restrain the impulse to cup one of her firm, conical breasts or
explore the fuzzy bulge below her little belly. 

"So, Sally --show me," the teacher said in a soft, lust-choked voice.
"What did Uncle Ben do?" 

"Hee hee," the youngster giggled nervously. "I think you know," and she
took his hand in hers and drew it down, opening her legs to reveal the
plump bulge of her young vulva. 

"Is this what he did?" and Sam gently pressed a finger between the
girl's soft cuntlips. She had a little crown of black, curly hair on her
mons and a straggling of black hair haloing her plump pussy. He was
surprised but delighted to find, in the narrow crease, that young Sally
was wet, wet and slippery. She was sitting sideways across his thighs
and, as he probed the humid slit, she spread her legs wider apart. 

"Yeah --like that," the juvenile gasped when his finger found the little
bud of her clitoris. "That's what he done!" She pulled his hand closer
and began to hump her pelvis against his finger. "It's better than when
I do it to myself." 

Sam knew what to do and, for the moment, he forgot that the girl he was
fingering was so young, and one of his students. His other hand covered
the firm cone of her left breast, feeling the way the hard nipple
punched into his palm and rubbing it in the same tempo as he stroked her
little clit. 

"Yeah --hurry --yeah," his adolescent pupil gasped and then her thighs
clamped on his wrist and she wriggled through an obvious orgasm. 

"You came, didn't you, Sally?" The teacher stopped titillating her clit
and slowly rubbed his hand over her soft, slippery quim. 

"Yeah --thanks Mr. Slade --it was fab," and the delightful youngster
snuggled up to her teacher's chest. "Was it fun for you, too? Uncle Ben
useta say it was fun --but he said it was more fun when I done him, too.
Do you want me to do you, Sir?" 

"Uh --I don't think so, Sally?" Actually, the thought of getting a
handjob from the cute youngster sent a hot thrill through his loins but
Sam doubted he could maintain his present throbbing erection and he
didn't want to embarrass himself in front of a thirteen-year-old. "But
tell me --show me --you wrote -'I like him more than Aunt Lucy does
because I swallow his cream and she don't.' What do you mean?" 

"Uh --you know --" and she squirmed on the hard lump in her teacher's
crotch. "He likes it when I --you know --kiss it?" 

"That's what I thought you meant, Sally. Do you always swallow?" Sam
could barely restrain his urge to force the little girl's head down into
his lap and get her to wrap those soft lips around his cock. 

"Yeah --'cept --like --lately he --you know -- he puts it in here," and
the little teen pushed out her hips and pulled his hand harder against
her cunt. 


Sam sensed that his little student was getting hot again and he was
surprised that a girl as young as this could be so easily aroused. And
then he heard sounds outside the door. 

"Damn! I forgot. They're painting the classroom tonight, Sally. We'll
have to finish talking about your essay tomorrow." 

The young teen seemed as disappointed as the teacher but she dressed
quickly and Mr. Slade let her out the side door of the adjoining
classroom so the painters wouldn't get ideas about what sort of teaching
was taking place. 

			-----------------------------------------

Maybe he'd been dreaming? Sam knew that what he'd seen in his bedroom
yesterday was real but he didn't want to believe it. He spoke to Sally
in the morning, wondering if he'd imagined that, too. 

"Hee hee. I bet those guys woulda been s'prised if they seen me on your
lap. Are you gonna --like --talk about my story some more?" 

"We should, Sally. I ought to explain some more about what you can and
can't write about. Same time today, OK? It's Friday so I know there
won't be any painters today. 

				------------------------------

He was a masochist. A weak, wimpy masochist. Why else would he have come
home again today, at noon? 

The apartment that he and Shelly rented belonged to a friend, a somewhat
kinky friend. Along with its wall and ceiling mirrors, the master
bedroom had a small adjoining hidden cubicle that their friend used to
spy on houseguests who would sometimes visit overnight. Not even Shelly
knew about it but Sam's friend had told him about it late one night
while they were finishing off a bottle of scotch. And Sam had been
there, waiting, when his wife and her hugely endowed friend arrived at
noon. 

"Promise you'll never tell, Rick? I don't want to hurt him." The
statement made Sam feel even sicker as he watched his big-titted spouse
take of her clothes while Rick Adams stood quietly beside the wide bed. 

"It's our secret, baby. Damn, you have great tits," the man said crudely
as he stripped his own clothes off. "Get down, Baby. On your knees." 

Sam couldn't believe it. His bossy, arrogant wife dropped obediently to
her knees in front of the little man and took his dangling, semi-erect
tool in her hands, leaning forward and engulfing the bulbous tip with
her soft-lipped mouth. He'd never been able to get her to suck him, not
even when she was drunk. 

"That's the way, Baby. You're a natural born cocksucker." And Sam
watched from his little, hidden cubicle as his wife obediently slavered
over her lover's huge dong, his own more modest organ swelling in
perverse response to his wife's perfidy. 

"Don't cum, Rick. Not yet. Not in my mouth," the kneeling woman said
softly as she paused from her submissive servicing. 

"Tell me what you want, Bitch. Tell me!" 

"I want you to fuck me. I want your big, hard cock in my hungry cunt.
Fuck me, Rick! Fuck me now!" 

"Get on the bed, Bitch! Lie down and spread your legs!" 

Like a puppet, the woman climbed onto the bed and lay back, opening her
long legs wide as the man knelt over her, between them. 

"Damn! You feel good, Shelly," Sam's fellow teacher said appreciatively
as he buried his huge cock in the woman's swollen snatch. "Love the way
those big tits roll under me." 

"Oohhh God, Rick. You're in so deep --in where nobody's ever been
before," and Sam felt a sharp pang of jealousy at his wife's admiring
comment. More sad than angry, he watched his wife being ploughed by the
mammoth fucktool, her legs rising to wrap around the man's hips as she
began to undulate in the way Sam knew so well. "Yeah --hurry --yeah
--love your big cock," she chanted. "Give it to me!" 

It was over, Sam mused, sickened by his wife's treachery, knowing she'd
never be his again. He still wanted to fuck her. To feel her big-titted
body under him, but it would be like fucking a prostitute. No love. Just
sensation. He watched. The man was supporting his upper body away from
hers and, with each bruising thrust, Shelly grunted and her big tits
flopped loosely. 

"Now, Baby. Go down on me!" Rick had suddenly pulled out of Shelly's
steamy twat and flopped over on his back. He had his hands on her head,
pulling her over above him, forcing her down. 

"Nah --Rick --not yet --didn't cum yet," the woman protested but her
mouth opened and she engulfed the bulbous, purple knob with her lips.
"Don't cum --not in my mouf --don't." Her muffled protest sounded weak
and ineffectual and, as the man pushed her head down, she surrendered to
his demands. 

Sam felt a certain mean satisfaction as the man fucked up into his
wife's unwilling maw. She was no longer trying to pull away, however,
her head bobbing, little guttural grunts sounding from her when the long
shaft bumped the entrance of her throat. He heard the man's moan of
satisfaction and Shelly's choking gurgle that confirmed the final
betrayal as she let him discharge his semen into her mouth. 

"Rick --oh God --I never did that before," Shelly said meekly as, after
several wet, slurpy swallows, she raised her head from the man's groin.
A trickle of creamy gism escaped her mouth as she whimpered, "Can you?
Like? Finish me, too?" 

"Gotta go Baby --tomorrow, maybe. Damn, you're good!" 

The man pulled on his clothes while his naked companion sprawled on the
bed, tears of frustration or something trickling down her cheeks. "There
won't be another time, Rick. I never appreciated how good a man I have
until today. He'd never be as thoughtless as you." 

"Hah! I bet that by tomorrow you're going to want to have the big one
again. Bitches like you need it." 

Sam watched as the man left the bedroom and Shelly sat weeping
disconsolately on the edge of the bed. He waited until his unfaithful
and dispirited wife finally dressed and went back to her library job. He
took no joy from her obvious unhappiness and, in fact, the erection he'd
grown while watching her being fucked remained uncharacteristically hard
until she was gone. With no class in the afternoon, Sam showered and put
on a pair of lightweight jogging shorts and a t-shirt before returning
to his office. 

			--------------------------------

By the time Sally knocked on his office door, ten minutes or so earlier
than the assigned time, Sam knew what he was going to do. His balls
ached from his earlier unwilled arousal and it had been more than a week
since his last wet dream -" and more than three months since his last
successful coupling with Shelly. No wonder she'd gone somewhere else for
satisfaction. But his pretty, thirteen year old student was not
innocent, despite her youth, and he had spent the afternoon scheming
about how he'd get her. The scheming, as it turned out, was unnecessary.

"Didja like my essay OK, Mr. Slade? I mean --like --'cept for the other
stuff you gotta tell me 'bout?" 

"Yes, Sally, you wrote a very good essay. The best in the whole class,"
Sam lied. It was, in fact, quite well written and she'd told him a lot
without quite being explicit. "But you're right. We have to talk about
what you wrote." 

"Oh thank you, Mr. Slade," and the shapely, little teen put her arms
around her teacher's waist and hugged him. "I'm glad you liked it." As
she hugged the big man, Sally felt warm all over from is compliment. He
was so nice, nicer even than Uncle Ben. She wanted to make him happy,
too. 

"Now, Sally, one of the things you say that you probably should leave
out is where you wrote 'I swallow his cream and she don't.' You started
to tell me more the other day but maybe now you can tell me everything."

"Uh --like --I --like --you know?" The girl looked even cuter than usual
as she blushed. "Like --I kiss him --his --his cock. But I didn't write
that. He said we had to keep that part secret. But he said it was OK if
--like --if I said the words out loud when it was just us to hear? Is
it, Mr. Slade? I mean, like, is it OK if I use words like --like cock
when I tell you." 

"Sure, Sally --say anything to me that you do to Uncle Ben." Sam sat
down in his chair then to hide his growing erection. God. He was getting
better. He'd had more erections in the last two days than in the
previous three months. Of course it's an underaged girl and a cheating
wife that's causing them, he mused ruefully. 

"Can I? Like? Can I sit on your lap while I tell you, Mr. Slade?" Did he
want her to do stuff for him, too? Would that make him happy? Without
waiting for an answer, the thirteen-year-old climbed onto her teacher's
lap and felt right away the hard bulge in his crotch. Yes. He would like
it. He wanted her to do stuff. 

"OK, Sally. Go ahead and tell me." Sam's hands were busy right away, one
up under her skirt, the other under her blouse. 

"Hee hee --you sure know how to make this fun for me --can I make it fun
for you, too, Mr. Slade?" 

"Maybe you can pretend that I'm Uncle Ben --that way you can show me
what you were writing about." 

The young teen squirmed her firm bottom against the hard bulge and put
her hands on the teacher's hands, moving them, causing him to rub her
hard nipples and her soft, moistening pussy. 

"Uncle Ben --like --he does what you're doing 'til he makes me cum
--like you made me cum yesterday --and then --oh Sir. Oh yes. That feels
good. Do it! Harder!" 

It seemed to take no time at all to bring Sally to a climax, confirming
the indication yesterday that she was unusually responsive. Her thighs
clamped on his wrist and she writhed and jerked through her juvenile
climax. 

"You make me feel real good, Mr. Slade," the little teen sighed as her
orgasm waned and she leaned back against his chest. "I wanta make you
feel real good, too." And she slid off his lap to stand on shaky legs. 

"You're a very pretty girl, Sally. I'd like it if you took off your
blouse --like you did yesterday." 

"Hee hee --you gotta take something off, too, Mr. Slade," and the little
girl quickly pulled her blouse off over her head and stood there wearing
only her short, little skirt. 

No longer held down by the girl's bottom, sitting on it, Sam's thick,
7-inch erection was tenting his loose shorts. He hooked his thumbs in
the elastic waistband and tugged the flimsy shorts down over his knees,
baring his swollen organ to the youngster's view. 

"Golly, Mr. Slade! Oh Wow!" and Sam's juvenile pupil did more for his
ego than she could ever know when she continued, "You sure got a big
one, Sir. It's lots bigger'n Uncle Ben's." 

"You made it that way, Sally. You're a very sexy girl, you know.
Beautiful and sexy." God, what a gem. Sam leaned back and looked
lustfully at the youngster's soft, red-lipped mouth, his balls aching
painfully. 

The little, dark-haired girl dropped to her knees between his thighs and
reached out to gently grasp the upthrust shaft. "Wow! Can I just? Like?
Can I just suck your cock, Mr. Slade? 'Stead of --you know --'stead of
fucking you? I don't think I'm big enough yet --it wouldn't fit inside
me?" 

"Oh God, Sally --yes --suck it Sally. Please suck it." The teacher knew
he wouldn't last a minute, whether he was in her mouth or her little
pussy. He just had to have the pressure relieved. 

With a skill that belied her years, the young girl slipped her small
hands up and down over the silken, thickly veined skin of her teacher's
staff. She felt warm all over and she wanted to please him, to make him
happy. He was so nice to her. Leaning closer she put her soft lips
around the bulbous, purple knob, shuddering as the smooth, slick bulb
jerked hotly with the contact. 

"Oh yes, Sally --you're so beautiful --so sexy," Sam moaned with
pleasure as the young girl slid her lips lower around his throbbing
tool. Your Uncle Ben is a lucky man." 

"Mmmph," Sally grunted, pleased by her teacher's praise. She slid one
hand under the loose-skinned sac; hefting his heavy lust-eggs while her
other hand was wrapped around the thickness of his cock. Or at least, as
far around it as her little hand could go. The man's moans of pleasure
warmed her as her opened lips closed around the end of his stiffened
cock. He felt her tongue slide under the head of it, her lips close more
tightly around it and the suction of her cheeks draw it deeply into her
mouth. 

"Oohhh Gawwd, Sally --Oohhh yesss," The little grade eight student
seemed to know just what to do. Sam looked down at her as she serviced
him with a skill derived from many similar sessions with her lecherous
uncle. Her tongue knew just where to go. He felt the pressure build up
and up and he grabbed her shoulders and held on tight. Sweat rolled off
his forehead and down his cheeks and It felt like he was getting bigger
each time the young girl pulled on his throbbing cock. 

Little Sally had only one thought in her mind. She was going to please
her kind, wonderful teacher. His hips were writhing now, pushing up at
her as her lips and tongue slurped as much of the length of the
rock-hard shaft as she could handle. "Glangh" she gagged when the thick
knob bumped the entrance of her throat and, drawing back from a deep
mouthful, she licked and curled her tongue lovingly around the tip as if
I was a cherry Popsicle. Then quickly her plush lips slid down the shaft
until another "Glangh" sounded from her cock-stuffed maw. 

Sam was there. He felt the burning heat in his groin and he moaned in
hot ecstasy. His young student looked up at him as she felt the thick,
mouth-filling shaft swell even larger between her widely stretched lips,
bucking against the roof of her mouth. 

"Mmm hmmm --mmm hmmm," she whimpered, wordlessly inviting her teacher to
cum in her mouth. "Mmm hmmm --mmm hmmm," and she tugged gently at his
heavy testicles and squeezed and stroked his cock. 

The schoolteacher's whole lower body was on fire as he felt the long,
thick pulses of hot sperm rocketing down his bucking, jerking tool and
into the precocious, young girl's eager mouth. Sally felt it spurt and
she drew him in deeper as her teacher pumped more and more into her and
she swallowed hard, making small gurgling noises. As each shot of sperm
left, a bolt of pleasure grabbed and pulled the man up towards the
youngster's hotly sucking mouth and she held on to the pulsing cock
tightly with her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard until he was
pumped completely dry. 

"Oohhh Gawwd, Sally --I've never felt anything so wonderful," Sam moaned
as he slumped back while his young student continued to suck on his
cum-drained tool. "You're a fabulous little girl, Sally. Fabulous." 

"Oh Sir. Oh, Mr. Slade. I'm glad you liked it. You're so good to me,
Sir." The pretty, dark-haired girl looked up at her teacher, a glob of
unswallowed semen dripping stringily from her loosely parted lips. "Was
I really good?" 

"The best, Sally. But --like --what about you? Do you want me to --to
make you cum, too?" 

"No --not now, Mr. Slade. I gotta go home. But --maybe --can we have
another meeting tomorrow? You can --like --finish goin' over my essay." 

"But that's Saturday, Sally?" 

"Yeah --I know --then I won't hafta hurry home." 

By the time his pretty, sexy young student was dressed, Sam felt as if
he could go again but it was late. Sally left with the understanding
that tomorrow he would meet her at the back door of the school and
they'd come in to his office and talk some more about her essay. Or
whatever. 

Sam sat at his desk for almost an hour after Sally left. His body was
relaxed, completely drained by the young girl's surprisingly skilful
mouth. His mind, however, was in turmoil. As much as he tried to
remember only the delightfully erotic image of his pretty, little
student's red lips wrapped around his cock, other images intruded. He
kept seeing his wife, spread-eagled on their bed, grunting, her big tits
flopping loosely and her fat quim swallowing the long cock plunging
repeatedly into depths of her body that he could never reach. And, too,
he saw her kneeling submissively as creamy gism drooled from her
slack-jawed mouth. Perversely, his thoroughly drained organ swelled,
incited as much by the images of his treacherous wife as by his memory
of his young student. 

			----------------------------------

"Hi, Honey. You're late? Did you have a hard day, darling?" 

Shelly greeted him with a cheery smile. She was wearing a t-shirt and it
was obvious that her big, soft breasts were bare under it. They jiggled
and swayed provocatively as she came close and offered her mouth for a
kiss. Sam's lips brushed hers briefly. He remembered vividly that those
same lips had recently been the cum-slimed receptacle for another man's
lust. He headed for the bar to get a drink. 

"Please, dear --let me get it. Scotch?" 

"Yeah --lots of ice." God, she hadn't offered to get him a drink since
the first year they were married, seven years ago. She'd been a sweet
wife, at first. But she'd become progressively more demanding, more
critical and, above all, more domineering. And, despite the appeal of
her lush body, he had become more and more apprehensive and timid about
sex. 

"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Shelly asked as she brought
him his drink and sat o the edge of his reclining chair. "You're a
pretty special guy, you know. And I guess I've been sort of bitchy,
haven't I?" 

"It's OK, Shelly. I've given you lots to bitch about, I guess." But not
enough to justify what you've done. Can't you see those horns on my
head? The ones you gave me yesterday and today. And God knows how many
other times. "It must be hard for you --like --me not being able to
--you know?" Why am I such a wimp? Why can't I tell her what I saw and
how it made me feel? Rick was right when he called her a bitch and I bet
she'll be panting for his 10 inches again by tomorrow. 

"It may be a lot my fault, darling?" Shelly's hand dropped to his groin
and Sam's penis seemed to shrivel and try to retreat up inside. What was
the matter with him? Why couldn't he just grab her and lay her, right
here on the living room floor? Despite young Sally's ministrations, he
had that almost nauseous feeling of desire in his belly. 

"Maybe we can eat out tonight? A quiet dinner, some wine and --well, we
can see what develops. But it's OK, darling --I just want to be with you
--to make you happy." 

Sam couldn't believe his wife's behaviour that evening. She was
soft-spoken, solicitous and affectionate. And, most surprising of all,
she was meek, almost timid. But there was no way he was going to have a
wet deck. Or, more accurately, a wet mouth. He couldn't bring himself to
kiss her, at least, not with his tongue. In bed, she snuggled and
cuddled but there was no aggression. His usually limp organ swelled in
appreciation of her seemingly changed personality and, by the time she
slept, he had the best hard on he'd had, except with young Sally, for
many months. But the image of her in this same bed with another man's
cock ploughing her fat furrow kept him from mounting her big-titted
frame. 

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Was he crazy? My God, they could send him to jail for what he did
yesterday --and what he was planning to do today. Sam was sitting on a
bench beside the back door of the school, waiting for the tempting,
little thirteen-year-old. 

Saturday was a good day for what he planned. The school would be vacant.
The janitors cleaned on Friday night and no self-respecting teacher was
going to give up a weekend day for anything short of catastrophe so he'd
be alone with the pretty, precocious youngster. 

"Hi, Mr. Slade. Been waiting long?" Sally spoke cheerily as she came
around the corner. 

"Just a few minutes, Sally. And you're early, anyway." He couldn't take
his eyes from the sight of the attractive youngster. She was wearing a
flimsy top that didn't quite reach her midriff, leaving her belly with
its adorable navel bare. He could see the dark outline of her aureoles
through the light fabric, which was poked out by her nipples. Her skirt
began well below her navel, a hip-hugger, and ended at her upper thighs,
so short that, even standing as she was, he could see the edge of her
pink panties. He felt an ache in his groin. 

"I guess I left my essay in your office yesterday. I was kind of
flustered when I left. Were you flustered too, Mr. Slade," she asked, a
cute, little grin playing at the corner of her mouth. 

"Yeah, I guess so," and Sam felt his face flush with embarrassment and
he turned away to unlock the door. He was a kook. The girl followed him
inside and down the dark, windowless hallway to his dark, windowless
office. 

"Golly, that's sure bright," Sally exclaimed when he turned on the
overhead light. Then he turned on the desk lamp and extinguished the
ceiling light so they could see without the glare. 

"Was it? Like? My story --was it really the best in the class?" She had
picked her essay paper off the floor beside the desk where it had fallen
yesterday when she was pleasing her teacher. 

"Definitely, Sally." Sam sat down by the desk and Sally stood in front
of him, smiling. "But I have another question about it." 

"Uh huh --what's it about?" The pretty thirteen-year-old shifted her
weight from one foot to the other as if she was anxious about something.
And she was. She could hardly wait until she took off her clothes to
hear what her teacher would say when he saw the change. Would he be
pleased? She sure hoped so. Uncle Ben liked it so Mr. Slade should, too.

"First, come closer, Sally. Does you uncle ever kiss you?" 

"Yeah --sometimes. Do you wanta kiss me, Sir?" and as she asked, she
moved in between his legs and leaned close. 

For both of them, the kiss was special. For Sally because her uncle had
never really kissed her, not with his tongue, and after she got over the
initial shock, her teacher's kiss made her all warm inside. For him, the
girl's obvious inexperience (with kissing, anyway) gave him great
delight. He truly enjoyed the way her mouth opened, awkwardly at first,
and the timid, tentative way she brought her own hot, little tongue into
play. 

"Now, Sally," Sam said softly as he broke off the delightful kiss, "I
want you to tell me what you meant when you said in your essay, 'Uncle
Ben gets me to pretend I'm Aunt Lucy, sometimes. It makes me feel real
good to pretend I'm a grown up.' 

"Hee hee --I guess you can tell I didn't mean that he got me to clean
house and stuff? But he only just started getting me to pretend that
last month." Sally pushed her hips in at her teacher's groin and
wriggled them. "I think it's funny the way men get with girls --like --I
can feel you --your cock -- getting' bigger." 

The unprincipled schoolteacher slipped his hands under the girl's short
skirt and caressed her firm, bulbous bottom, holding her close against
his burgeoning erection. Damn! She sure was helping him get over his
impotence problem. 

"So, Sally --what do you do for him?" 

"I --like --I lie down and he gets on top of me and --you know? He fucks
me." Sally looked at her teacher with a very serious expression on her
face as she spoke. "But Uncle Ben says I can't ever tell nobody that he
does it. You won't tell, will you Mr. Slade?" 

"Of course not, Sally." Sam began to pull her panties down and the girl
suddenly backed away. 

"Wait, Sir." And Sally pulled her flimsy top off over her head and
unfastened the waist of her skirt, letting it drop in a heap around her
ankles. Then she peeled off her panties and stood, completely naked,
before him. "Do you see anything diff'rent, Mr. Slade? I mean --like
--do I look diff'rent?" 

Sam studied the little beauty, noting how shapely her legs were. Not
skinny, like many girls of her age, but full and curving with thighs
that sort of bulged at the top. Her breasts were small and hard and her
aureoles were conical, projecting out from her modest tit-hills, her
nipples adding an extra inch or so to the little peaks. 

"My God, Sally? You shaved!" the schoolteacher exclaimed with surprise
when he realized that the little, dark bush was gone from her mons.
Standing as she was with her legs parted, he could see the beginning of
the cuntal slit that bisected her plump, smooth vulva. 

"Hee hee --do you like it? Uncle Ben gets me to do that --'cept at first
I didn't have to coz I didn't have no hair there." 

"Oh God, Sally --I? I don't know?" but he did know. The sight of the
small girl's now hairless quim combined with the memory of how she'd
sucked his cock was incredibly erotic. He reached out to cup the soft,
smooth nest between the young girl's compliantly parted thighs. 

"Hee hee," Sally giggled again and she pushed her pelvis forward against
the man's teasing fingers. "Uncle Ben says he likes me bein' smooth like
this. Why is that, Mr. Slade?" The precocious youngster could tell that
her teacher liked it, even if he didn't say so, and she wriggled with
satisfaction because she was pleasing him. 

Without another word, Sam stood and picked the little teen up off the
floor, placing her on his desk. The dark-haired youngster looked at her
teacher quizzically but she lay back compliantly on the desk top as he
moved between her legs, pushing them wider apart. 

"Whah? What are you doing?" Sally asked in a quavering voice when the
man dropped to his knees, sliding his hands under her bottom and pulling
her closer to the edge of the desk as he insinuated his shoulders under
her loosely spread legs. 

"I want to kiss your smooth, sweet pussy, Sally." And she raised her
head, trying to see what he was doing. "Doesn't your uncle do this?" 

"Huh! Nuh! No," the young girl gasped as she felt his hot breath on her
adolescent sex. "Oh Mr. Slade!" Sally exclaimed as her teacher licked
slowly along the edge of her clean-shaven twat. "Oohhh Sirrr!" All she
could see was the top of the man's head but the feelings were exquisite,
far more exciting than when his fingers had touched her there. 

Sam savoured the slightly soapy smell of the girl's pussy as he teased
the sensitive flesh. Her smooth labia were like the two halves of a slit
hotdog roll and, as he continued to lick slowly along the edges, he
could feel the muscles in her bulbous bottom tense and flex. 

"Hannh --Sirrr!" the youngster cried out when he thrust his tongue into
the slit and her labia parted easily, opening the way to her soft pink
canal and her clitoris, which was already engorged and jutting out from
underneath its little hood. He pressed his tongue slowly inside her,
parting her inner lips and applying pressure just below her clitoris. A
low moan escaped from Sally's other lips and her hands gripped the edge
of the desk like she was afraid she'd fall off. Sam made a series of
long, hard licks all the way up and down, then faster probes into that
slight recession beneath her clitoris. His young student was moaning
now, constantly and quietly, but as he brought his entire tongue in a
long, slow brush over her clitoris for the first time, she cried out and
tightened her grip on the desk. He began flicking his tongue quickly
back and forth, and licking in little circles all around it. 

"Oohhh!" the thirteen-year-old cried out when he thrummed his tongue on
the little, pearly bud and then fastened his lips on its slick hardness.
"Oohhh yesss Mr. Slade!" she gasped, breathlessly. Sally was panting
hard, her mouth wide open and her eyes sort of glazed over, completely
in another world of pleasurable sensations. He penetrated her vaginal
mouth with the tip of his tongue and felt it squeeze and contract.
Jabbing his tongue in and out of her repeatedly and listening to her
moans growing ever louder, the teacher knew that his adolescent pupil
was on the edge of orgasm. The feel of her slick, soft inner flesh
rubbing against the surface of his tongue, the sweet smell and taste of
her musky juices and her increasingly frantic cries .of pleasure were
building to a mighty crescendo. He cupped her ass more firmly and pulled
her clitoris into his mouth, sucking on it like a nipple while flicking
his tongue across it. 

"Haannhhh --Aaannhhh," the young girl cried out loudly and her thighs
clamped tight around her teacher's head as her hips jittered and jerked
through her climax. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her. Her whole body
spasmed with each wave and the hot-blooded adolescent closed her eyes
and rode it. Totally engrossed in ecstasy, it went on forever, the most
powerful thing she had ever felt. 

"Mr. Slade --Oohhh Sirrr --" Sally sighed as the turmoil in her juvenile
loins quietened. "That was fab." 

The little teen's excitement had been contagious and Sam balls felt big
and heavy, aching for release. He picked her limply quivering body up
from the desk and laid her down on the large, soft bear rug that he'd
brought to his office to cover the worn school carpet. 

"Sir? Mr. Slade?" Sally asked meekly as her teacher took off his shorts
and bared his thick, seven-inch organ. "Are you gonna? Like? Do it to
me? Fuck me?" 

"You've done it before, haven't you?" Sam asked as he knelt between her
shapely, loosely splayed legs. "Your uncle fucked you, didn't he?" 

"Yeah --a few times, Sir. But? Like? You're bigger? I'm kinda scared?" 

"It will be OK, Sally. I'll be gentle." Damn! The cute, little minx
didn't know how wonderful she made him feel with her apprehensive
comment. At least she wouldn't be comparing him with the 10 inches that
Shelly had so willingly taken. He lowered his hips, guiding his thickly
throbbing tool to her wet, swollen slit. 

"Are you sure it's OK, Mr. Slade?" The young girl raised her head to
look down to where her teacher's long, thick cock was poised
threateningly just above her swollen, hairless slit. "Are you sure it'll
fit inside me?" 

"Sure it will, Sally. Don't worry. You can take lots bigger than me." He
rubbed the slick, bulbous knob between her labia, which gaped, open now
after the stimulation from his tongue. "Some day you'll probably have a
baby come out of there --and that's lots bigger than this." 

"OK, Sir. But be careful. Uncle Ben hurt me the first time he done it."
And the little teen relaxed slightly, a hot thrill surging through her
juvenile loins when her teacher's tool pushed against her clit. 

Anxious though he was to have this young beauty's hot fuckwell enclosing
his hungry cock, Sam used it to tease and titillate her tender,
sensitive cuntflesh. He sensed the girl's growing excitement as her
breathing quickened and her hips began a responsive tic and jerk. He
directed the thick knob to the wet heat of her portal and began to push
in. 

Sally's opening, even though she wasn't a virgin, was small and tight
around the head of his penis. Her cunt was hot, and her tension just
stimulated him further. He pushed further up into the little teen and
her elastic passage got even tighter. What would it be like to get a
cherry? He'd never had one and he felt disappointed that Sally had
already been deflowered. But he'd never been in a girl as young as she
before and the thought of having this delightful youngster's hot, little
cunt surrounding him excited him beyond reason. He looked down lustfully
at her bulging, clean-shaven sex and, holding her shapely hips firmly,
he prepared to savour this new delight. 

Sally's breath caught in her throat as she felt the distending pressure
and she strained her short legs wider apart. Raising her head again, she
looked at her teacher's hugely threatening organ and tried to imagine
how she would expand to take it all. It looked to her innocent eyes as
if he'd go right up into her belly if he put it all inside, but she lay
docile and timid, a curious hunger in her loins. 

The schoolteacher could wait no longer as he allowed his erection to
surge up into her adolescent slit. "Heeeaannhhh!" Sally whined as the
big man jammed his penis into her. Her pelvis rotated downward, and her
hands went to his waist, instinctively trying to push him off of her,
but the 90 pound 13- year old was no match for the 200 plus, 6-foot man.
Her hands pushed at him uselessly but could not prevent him from
stuffing her hairless cunt with his cock. She felt his full weight hit
her as his hips slammed her into the carpet. Sally's kind, gentle
teacher had become, suddenly, a relentless plunderer of her adolescent
body. 

Sam was ecstatic. The girl's sheath clasped him with a burning,
cock-skinning tightness as he plunged into her. His cocktip bumped
against the hardness of her cervix but his thrusting tool mercilessly
pushed past it until he was imbedded to the root of his cock in her
fantastic, hot young fuckwell. He came down with all his weight on her
small, cock-skewered frame and, for a brief moment, was motionless. 

The little teen was crushed by her teacher's heavy weight but she was
unaware of it. She whimpered softly, her face pressed into his hairy
chest, but all she was aware of was the maelstrom of sensations that
engulfed her adolescent loins. It wasn't pain, not exactly. It was a
feeling of pressure, an intense, incredible pressure that made her feel
like she was going to be split asunder by the man's mammoth pole.
However, during the brief period that his heavy weight covered her, the
pressure seemed to lessen, leaving a feeling of fullness that was
strangely satisfying. 

Regaining his sanity somewhat, Sam raised his upper body from his
lovely, young prey and slipped a hand between their closely meshed
bodies. He pulled about half of his cock out of the hot passage and
began to massage her hard, little clit. 

"Are you OK, Sally? Did I hurt you?" he asked in a soft, solicitous
voice. "I'm sorry --you're so lovely --so wonderful --I lost control." 

"Yeh --no --I guess so, Mr. Slade. You're so big --so big in me --it
kinda scared me." She raised her head to look down at the source of
sensation and, when he moved his hand out of the way, she reached down
timidly to feel his thick cock with her fingers, feel it entering her
hairless slit, and feel his rigid tool filling her smooth flesh. His
penis felt huge where it entered her small body and she marvelled
proudly that she was accommodating it without real pain. 

Sam studied the young beauty lying beneath him, her dark hair framing
her pretty face, her red lips slightly parted, as she looked first at
where she was joined to the big man, then submissively up at his face. A
feeling of shame and guilt washed over him as the enormous immorality of
what he was doing pierced his conscience. Then Sally's cock-stuffed,
young body shuddered and her tight, soft-fleshed sheath involuntarily
massaged his tool, washing away his shame and guilt in a flood of
licentious craving. 

Slowly, Sam pushed deeper again into the girl's vise-like passage,
feeling his cock once again bumping her cervix and watching the young
girl's face for signs of discomfort. Her pretty mouth formed a red
circle when her bottomed out and then, as he slowly withdrew, she
uttered a whimpering as her lips twisted in a sexy grimace. 

"Are you OK, Sally? Am I hurting you?" 

"Nah --No, Mr. Slade. It feels --Aahhh --it's OK." 

Sam began then to fuck his little 13-year-old student. Her tight passage
clung to his cock so tightly that, at first, her pelvis was pulled up
with his withdrawal, the pink, inner vaginal flesh extruding around the
thickly veined fucktool, then rolling inward when he pushed back in and
her lush bottom was pressed firmly to the floor. His fleeting conscience
pangs had taken the edge off his lust and he was able to take time to
savour the obscene delight of possessing this enchanting youngster. 

Sally had her head raised so that she could continue to watch what was
happening to her little body. The penis thrusting slowly inside her was
so large that she could feel how it pushed up into her vagina and
distended her when it hit her cervix. 

"It's... It's... BIG! I feel it way up in me," she exclaimed softly,
marvelling that she was taking her teacher's long, thick cock all the
way up into her body. Then, as the big man shifted higher over her, the
hard shaft began to slide over her pulsating clitoris, sending hot
thrills surging through her juvenile loins. A burning hunger suffused
her lower body and the hot-blooded teenager instinctively tilted her
hips, seeking a release from her libidinous need. 

The unprincipled schoolteacher sensed, then felt his young student's
response. He increased the tempo of his thrusts as her short, plump legs
rose to clasp his hips. The firm-fleshed girl began to quiver with her
building orgasm. He watched her small breasts rise and fall as her
breathing became more rapid. He saw the flush start in her neck and work
down into her chest. He saw felt her knees moving in and out slightly
with each stroke of his cock in her hotly clinging pussy and he felt the
beginning of his own climax. 

All Sally's concentration was now on the cock-filled area between her
legs. She started to move her bottom in rhythm with her teacher's
strokes, instinctively grinding her pelvis against his hard fucktool to
stimulate her throbbing cum-trigger. Suddenly, the teenager's world went
pure white. The orgasm hit her. Her body went totally rigid, her small
arms wrapped around the man in a vise like grip, her short legs thrust
straight out on either side of her teacher's plunging hips and she
uttered a soft wail of release. 

"Haannhhh --aahhnnnhhhh," Sally's breath exploded in long, whimpering
sighs of completion as her nubile frame was wracked by a succession of
hot waves and she jerked spasmodically around the impaling cock-stake.
Her nails raked her teacher's back and her arms fell loosely to her
sides. 

Sam felt it all. Her hot, juicy vagina, which was tight before, became a
massaging vise, the little muscles alternately pushing and sucking the
giant member insider her. Her stomach muscles spasmed, pushing down on
her uterus and cervix, massaging the head of the penis that was rammed
up hard against them. He had never felt such action in his wife's or any
other's receptacle and he stiffened as his own explosion began. 

The feel of this little, 13-year-old sexpot sucking his huge cock with
her tight, hairless pussy sent him over the edge. His cock, already huge
in the little teenager, swelled and filled her to the limit. His hot
white cum blasted from the tip and up into her spasming sheaths as he
ground his coarse pubic hair against the smooth lips of her clean-shaven
pussy. He felt the wetness as he filled her young body with his semen
and exulted with obscene, lecherous pleasure as he saw the girl fall
back beneath him, sated. 

Sally felt Mr. Slade's cock expand in her and, through her own
convulsions, she felt him jerk against her. She felt the hot sperm
explode into her tortured passage as he bucked his body into hers with
short, fierce thrusts. Feeling the immense cock inside her expand
intensified her own orgasm and she lay there in blissful completion. 

Sam continued to fuck his little pupil, pumping the last of his gism
into her. His cock tingled in the grip of her tight cunt. The spasms in
her little pussy slowly faded away as her orgasm waned and she too came
back to the real world. 

As he looked down at the girl lying open beneath him, her heavy-lidded
eyes staring blankly up at him, Sam was filled with post-coital remorse.
What had he done? My God! He was no better than a pedophile. He had
seduced this ingenuous youngster, this schoolgirl who had trusted her
teacher. 

"Oh Wow, Mr. Slade," the girl murmured breathlessly. "I never --like
--got so hot." And she smiled prettily, not at all like a ravished
victim. "Uncle Ben never --like --never did it in me --he always used a
condom." Her face clouded over with an expression of concern. "He said
--like --he said it could make me have a baby, Mr. Slade? You didn't,
did you? Make me pregnant?" 

"No, Sally. You'll be OK," Sam replied with more confidence than he
felt. God. What if he'd knocked her up?" He pulled out of her snugly
clasping passage, a little gurgle sounding wetly from it as he vacated
the cum-flooded channel, a dribble of creamy semen trickling from the
hairless crevice and confirming the reason for concern. "Did you like
it?" 

"Oh yeah, Mr. Slade. It was fab. But we better use a condom, next time."

There would never be a next time, Sam thought, as he helped the cute
youngster to her feet. It had been a mind-blowing experience but he
somehow longed for the comfortable, mature fullness of his wife's buxom
body. And then he felt sick with disappointment as he remembered his
wife servicing that big-cocked bastard, Rick Adams. 

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Why had she done it? How could she make up for it? Shelly lay silently
beside her sleeping husband. She hadn't been fair to him. For six years
he'd given her all the sex she wanted, maybe even more than she wanted.
It was only in the last year that she'd felt like she was being
short-changed. Was it her fault? It seemed to begin about the time she
became friends with Ellen and had taken to heart the feminist's claim
that women were oppressed. Since then Shelly had made sure that she got
equal treatment, or better, and she demanded that Sam did his share of
work. Of course he probably always had but she kind of liked bossing him
around. He never fought back but the frequency of their lovemaking got
less and less and then he began having problems. 

That afternoon he'd had another appointment with his doctor. What would
Doctor Riley have said if he'd told him that he had no problem getting
it up and keeping it up with a 13-year old? When Sam told him, more or
less truthfully that he couldn't get it up for his wife, the doctor had
given him a prescription and a box of hypodermic needles. 

"Fill it to the 5 and that should keep you hard for two hours. If it's
longer, take one of these pills. If it's less than you want, next time
fill it to 6 or 7. And don't use it more than every second day. Good
luck, Sam." 

He'd been rock-hard for a bit more than the two hours suggested by the
doctor. And, right away, he'd felt a great tingling in his tool. Even
though he'd been drained after his but with the little teenager, only
two hours earlier, he was more than ready to go again. But he hadn't.
And now he was lying awake beside his faithless spouse. His limp cock
burned, sore from being so tightly compressed by Sally's 13-year-old
cunt. It was great but he could never do that again. It was wrong. And,
especially, it was dangerous. He could go to jail for it. He wasn't as
long as her lover but Sam wondered how she'd react to two hours of
continuous banging. Not tonight but maybe tomorrow, he'd find out.
Somehow he wanted to make her regret her obscene dalliance. 

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Will Shelly really change? Should she? Will Sam remain married to her.
Should he? Will he prey on young Sally's classmates? Should he? What do
you think? joemoose@altavista.com 

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