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From: "Courtney Sweet" <webmistress@courtney-sweet.com>
Subject: {ASSM} School Boy's Fantasy Part 02 (m, F, span, oral, anal, toy)
Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2001 11:10:02 -0500
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SCHOOL BOY'S FANTASY PART 02

By Courtney Sweet
http://erotic.stories.by.courtney-sweet.com

(m, F, span, oral, anal, toy)



Tyler sat in Miss McLaren's lounge, she had just gone to slip into something
more comfortable and Tyler was starting to feel a little apprehensive.  He
was in her territory now, under her roof playing by her rules, it had been
different in the classroom, if they had been caught they would both have
been in trouble, but here he was on his own.

"Tyler, would you come in here please?" Miss McLaren called from the other
room, her voice had a tone to it; a sort of schoolmistress type tone and it
made Tyler make his way up the hall a little quicker than usual.

"Come in here Tyler" she called and he opened the door to what he thought
was her bedroom, but the scene before him made his eyes widen with surprise.

Miss McLaren was standing at the front of what could only be described as a
makeshift classroom, her desk looked similar to the one at school, but the
single desk that sat in the center of the room was one of the old-fashioned
wooden hinge top desks.  Miss McLaren slapped her hand loudly with the
wooden ruler she held, "Well what are you waiting for young man, get to your
seat before you earn yourself detention" she quipped a thin smile appearing
on her beautiful face.

Tyler remained rooted to the spot in the doorway, unable to speak, his
teacher stood before him in a tight black leather dress, black suspender
stockings and quite obviously no underwear.  Her breasts were pushed up so
that a portion of her areola appeared above the plunging neckline of the
dress and the hem was cut so short he could see the firm curve of her
buttocks clearly as she moved around the room.

"Ahh I see you have been caught by surprise by my little setup, perhaps I
should explain.  You see Tyler, occasionally I have found the need to tutor
some of my students in a very special way, most of them much older than you,
but I can see you are well beyond your years in more ways than one would
expect for a boy your age.  So to enhance the learning experience I had this
room decorated to resemble a classroom, the rules are generally the same,
you must raise your hand to speak and you must obey every request I make, is
that understood?"

Tyler nodded his eyes still wide and the noticeable bulge in his trousers
was clear indication of just how much he understood.  Miss McLaren walked
towards him slowly, her gaze leveling with his, "oh and no matter what
happens you must ALWAYS address me as Miss McLaren, now I suggest you take a
seat Tyler before I lose my patience" she purred slapping him on the
buttocks with the wooden ruler as he walked past her to the desk in the
middle of the room.

"Yes Miss McLaren" he answered obediently, his eyes following her hungrily
around the room as she walked to the blackboard and reached up to write, her
short skirt riding up to expose even more of her delicious buttocks.  Tyler'
s cock was boring a hole through his pants, he was sure if released the
rampant organ would drill a hole right through the desk where he sat.  His
teacher was such a turn on, he had never in his wildest fantasies imagined
Miss McLaren in such a way and the anticipation of what was to come made
almost impossible for him to concentrate on what she was saying.

Miss McLaren turned around and asked him a question, bringing him out of his
sexual reverie, "well Tyler? The cat still got your tongue? Or is there
something interfering with your concentration?" she asked sarcastically as
she retrieved the ruler from her desk and walked towards him slapping her
palm menacingly.

For the life of him Tyler could not remember what she had been talking
about, there were some figures on the board but he could not make heads or
tales from them.  "I, I'm sorry Miss McLaren, could you please repeat the
question?" he managed to stammer.

"No Tyler, this is how you learn to concentrate no matter what, get up out
of your chair, lower your pants and lean over your desk" she hissed in his
face as she leaned over his desk in front of him, her breasts almost
bursting from the confines of her tight black dress.

Tyler swallowed hard "yes Miss McLaren", getting up he did as she
instructed, dropping his pants around his ankles.  His throbbing erection
exposed for a moment before he leaned forward and rested his chest across
his desk.  Miss McLaren smiled knowingly, this was going to hurt, but she
was sure he would find it surprisingly arousing.

The first strike was loud and made Tyler grunt, the following blows only
made him flinch until Miss McLaren decided he had been punished enough.
Tyler was surprised to find that his cock had only hardened even more during
the ordeal and now hung throbbing between his legs like a lead pole, he
remained laying over the desk awaiting further instructions, he could see
Miss McLaren's long legs walk over to her desk where she perched upon the
edge and spread her legs wide.

 From where he lay over his desk he was looking straight between her
stockinged thighs into her moist pink pussy lips, Tyler wanted to fuck her
so bad he felt as if his cock would explode right where he was.

"You want some of this boy?" she asked as she slid her fingers between her
pussy lips and stroked the glistening pink petals of her sex slowly,
spreading herself wide for him as she spoke.

"Oh yes Miss McLaren" he answered, his whole body quivering with desire as
he watched her toy with her engorged clitoris, twisting it and turning it as
if to tease and tantalize him with it.

"Well you better get her right now on your knees and show me how much you
want it then hadn't you? She coaxed, siding two of her fingers in and out of
her snatch as she spoke, the effect was exactly as she had imagined, her
student completely mesmerized by the sight of her masturbating herself.

Tyler tripped over his pants that were still around his ankles as he hastily
made his way across the room, he managed to crawl out of them and over to
Miss McLaren where he nestled his head between her legs and began lapping
like a happy puppy at her pussy.  He sucked and nibbled, poked and played
until his teacher's body became tense with her oncoming orgasm, he strummed
her clitoris until she climaxed then gobbled her juices as they ran from her
hole

Miss McLaren sighed as her body began to calm, "enough!  Time for you to
learn your lessons Tyler, please return to your seat" she ordered in a sharp
school mistress voice, trying to keep the smile from her face as she watched
him scramble back to his seat with his long hard cock preceding him like a
banner.  As Tyler reached for his pants and started to pull them on he felt
the sharp sting of the ruler upon his bare backside again and the voice of
his teacher hissing at him "no one told you to put your pants back on Mr
Douglas, return to your seat as you are".

Tyler grimaced apologetically as he took his seat "Yes Miss McLaren" he
managed to mutter as his bare butt met with the cold hard wood of his seat.
He watched his teacher return to the front of the class, her short dress
riding high on her hips revealing much more of her buttocks than before, if
he looked really carefully he could see the glistening moistness on the
inside of her thighs from where he had feasted upon her sex only moments
before.

This time Tyler made sure he listened to what his teacher was saying, when
she turned and asked him a question, he was able to answer coherently,
despite the fact that his cock was still sitting in his lap like a flagpole.
After a few more questions Miss McLaren walked over to his desk and leaned
forward so he was faced once again with her ample cleavage ready to burst
from the confines of her dress.

"Well Tyler, it seems as if we are making progress with your concentration,
despite being faced with an obvious distraction, how are you feeling?" she
smiled as she peeked down into his lap suggestively.

"Yes Miss McLaren, I am trying real hard to concentrate even with you
looking so hot and all, but my balls feel as if they are turning purple
 Miss" he explained as he shifted forward in his seat as if seeking a more
comfortable position for his protesting scrotum.

"Ahh yes, this is a common symptom but easily remedied, if you will follow
me up to the front of the class perhaps we can sort this out for you?" she
invited as she sashayed enticingly ahead of him to the blackboard.  Tyler
followed her, trying hard to control the urge to grab his teacher from
behind and bend her over the desk.  He desperately wanted to fuck her up the
arse like he had in the school room a few days before, but he dared not,
fearing the punishment may be worse than the pleasure now that he was in her
territory

"I am going to write out a formula on the board for you, I want you to watch
carefully then repeat it, you will find that once you are concentrating on
something else your discomfort will pass" Miss McLaren explained.  Tyler
looked at her in disbelief, this was not what he had in mind at all, he
wanted to fuck, not write silly formulas on the blackboard in a stupid
pretend classroom.  He stood still behind his teacher, inches from her as
she stretched up and started writing out the formula, her scent wafted to
him, a mixture of sex and perfume, he could still taste her on his lips and
he licked them longingly.

Miss McLaren carefully wrote out her formula with a slow scrolling hand 'u +
me  = fuck here, fuck now!'

Tyler let out a long rapid breath as he read the formula, as Miss McLaren
turned to him with a smile he kissed her long and hard, pushing her back
against the blackboard.  He lifted her slight form, crushing her against him
as he unzipped her dress, pulling it away from her body impatiently.

Miss McLaren's soft giggle became a sharp gasp as Tyler lifted her bodily
and with one swift thrust buried his cock up inside her slick tight snatch.
They both moaned in unison as he rhythmically fucked her up against the
wall, his young athletic body pumping away at his petite teacher.  All Miss
McLaren could do was wrap her arms and legs around him as he pounded his
tormented cock into her like a wild man released, she couldn't believe he
was turning fourteen in a couple of weeks.

Tyler lost himself in his pretty teacher, their combined moans of pleasure
filling the room, turning with her still impaled upon his cock he swept her
desk clear of the few items upon it and laid her down.  Tyler held Miss
McLaren's legs high as he fucked her, thrusting deep and hard with
animalistic energy until his teacher was screaming her pleasure aloud.

"Oh Yes! OHH Ohh Yes!  YES, Harder, HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!" she cried over
and over as her body arched and twisted beneath him in ecstasy, her tight
nipples forming pointed peaks upon her full breasts that jiggled below him
as he plunged against her with all his force.  Tyler's muscles strained all
over his body forming rippling ridges of raw passion, he fucked his teacher
with all his might, finding surge after surge of energy that he never knew
he possessed.

There was almost a kind of anger to his fucking; as if punishing her for
humiliating him with the bare bottomed spanking he had received.  Pushing
his teacher's legs up further, almost bending her double he withdrew his
cock from her saturated pussy hole and sought the tight sanction of her
arse.

Miss McLaren cried out and gripped the edge of the desk till her knuckles
were white as he pushed past the tight barrier of her sphincter, his thick
shaft stretching her open as he held her legs tightly above her head.  She
had known he would want to fuck her arse again after their first encounter
and had been strangely aroused by the idea that he would most likely take
her by force if she resisted him.  Of course she had no intention of
resisting a good arse fucking and he had shown promise during their last
meeting.

The tightness of his teacher's arse gripped him like a hot vice, making it
incredibly pleasurable for the young boy, his cock was ready to explode but
he gritted his teeth and held off as long as he could.  He enjoyed the high
pitched squealing sounds his teacher made when he fucked her arse, he knew
she enjoyed it as much as he did and he hadn't been going to take no for an
answer.  It was different this time because he could watch the expressions
of pleasure mixed with pain contort his teacher's face as he fucked her,
which made it far more enjoyable than fucking her from behind.

Finally the explosion could be contained no longer and with a long groaning
cry Tyler emptied his ball bags into his teacher's arse, thrusting and
pumping until he had nothing more to give.  He released her legs and
withdrew his cock from her butt hole with a reluctant sigh, slumping in a
nearby seat, his teacher still lying naked upon the desk in front of him.
They were both panting from their efforts and just stared at each other
until they caught their breath.

Miss McLaren was first to rise from her resting place, "here Tyler, lie down
on the desk here and I'll rub your back, you look like you are all tensed up
still from all that hard work" she smiled.  Tyler did as she asked and
moaned appreciatively as she climbed up on the desk to straddle his back and
began massaging his shoulders, slowly working her way down his back to his
buttocks.  The drawer of the desk slid open and he felt something cool and
slippery being massaged into his skin, he smiled dreamily and closed his
eyes as he relaxed.

What Tyler hadn't seen was Miss McLaren bring out a thick rubber vibrator at
the same time, she rubbed a generous amount of the cream over it's shaft and
as she massaged his buttocks she separated them and plunged the thick
vibrator into his unsuspecting arse.

"WHAT THE FUCK?  What are you doing aAAAHHHH!" he cried as he tried to rise
from the desk, but her weight upon him and nothing for him to push against
made it pointless to struggle.  The vibrator slid deeper into his bottom and
Miss McLaren turned the dial until it was vibrating furiously within his
anal passage.  She giggled as his struggles reduced to squirms then to a
rhythmic rising and falling of his buttocks as she fucked his arse deeply.

Tyler had never felt anything like it, his arse was on fire but it felt like
heaven deep inside, his cock was rock hard against the smooth surface of the
desk and each time his hips rose and fell his cock moved back and forth over
the table top increasing his pleasure tenfold.  "Now you know what it feels
like to be fucked up the arse Tyler, seems to me you enjoy it even more than
I do you naughty little boy" Miss McLaren crooned above him as she began
pumping the vibrator faster in his eager arse hole.

"Oh shit, oh Fuck!" cried Tyler as his cock spat a massive ejaculation of
cum all over the top of Miss McLaren's desk, his hips pumped his buttocks
back against the intruding vibrator for a few moments before collapsing in a
satisfied slump in a pool of his own sperm.  He just lay there dazed as Miss
McLaren put the vibrator and cream away; dressing herself in her discarded
dress she gave his bare arse a parting slap with her ruler.

"Get dressed it's time for you to go, I'll see you in class on Monday and I'
m sure you will be well and truly able to concentrate on what I am teaching
after today.  I think you should return after school next Friday so we can
go over your progress though, just to be sure you are finding it easier to
concentrate, don't you?"

Tyler got up and pulled his pants back on, "Yes Miss McLaren, I'm sure I'll
be much better this week, but it would be best to make sure, I wouldn't want
to miss out on your special tutoring" he replied with a cheeky grin.

As Tyler walked home he thought about telling the other guys about what was
happening between him and Miss McLaren, but he knew he could never trust any
of them to keep their mouths shut, besides, no one would ever believe him if
he told them he was fucking his teacher, let alone that she had spanked him
and fucked him up the arse with a vibrator.  He grinned to himself and shook
his head, no, it was better to keep this secret to himself he decided as he
turned the corner and took a seat at the dimly lit bus stop.



(C) Courtney Sweet 2001

You can read more of my stories at
http://erotic.stories.by.courtney-sweet.com

This story carries the codes: (m, F, span, oral, anal, toy)

The code, "span," means Spanking, mild sm.

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