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Subject: {ASSM} Claire's Detention (Mf, voy)
Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2002 05:10:11 -0400
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Second post to ASSM....comments welcomed.

CLAIRE'S DETENTION (Mf, voy)
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Eric Riley sighed heavily.  As if his job as an English teacher at an
all-girls Catholic school wasn't....."distracting" enough, the
beginning of the year was always the worst, as the kids tried to get
away with the things they'd been doing all summer....so they were
saying what they wanted, doing what they wanted, and being as liberal
with the uniform code as they wanted.

Personally, he didn't mind when their light blue skirts were nice and
short....after all, he was only 24, had taken this job last year right
out of college.  These girls were younger than him, to be sure, and
definitely jailbait, but it never hurt to look, right?  And, Eric had
always been a fan of bare, smooth legs...

But, the principal had gotten on his case three times last year about
uniform violations by girls in his homeroom class.  Each teacher at
AHA was supposed to monitor their first class of the day, for uniform
and other violations, to be the "first line of defense," so to speak.

He sighed again, looking over his class, who were supposed to be
working on an essay about "Fahrenheit 451."  Instead, they were
whispering and passing notes.  It was time to make an example of
someone, he supposed.

"Claire, could you come up to the front, please?" he called out.

Claire looked up, startled.  A strikingly cute young girl, she was one
of the few students in Eric's class who showed real
intelligence....her papers and exams showed a glimmer of wisdom well
beyond her 16 years.

"What's wrong, Mr. Riley?  What did I do?" she asked.

"Just come up here, young lady."

Claire walked up to the front of the classroom and stood next to
Eric's desk, as the other girls in the class giggled and whispered
some more to each other.  Eric walked around from behind his desk and
leaned against the front of it, next to Claire, looking down at her
legs.

"Claire, are you aware that we have a uniform policy at this school?"

Claire's cheeks reddened slightly as she started to realize where this
conversation was leading.  "Yes, Mr. Riley, I am."

"Good.  I was afraid maybe, after being here for over two years, you
didn't know the policy.  Now, can you tell me what the policy is
regarding skirt length??"

"Skirts are to be no shorter than three inches above the top of the
knee," Claire said, in a singsong voice, drawing laughter from the
rest of the class.

"I see," said Eric, grabbing a ruler from his desk.  "Three inches,
huh?  Well let's see...."  He crouched down in front of Claire,
wondering if this was completely inappropriate.  *Ah, fuck it* he
thought.  *I'm going to have some fun.*

Eric placed one end of the ruler against the bottom hem of Claire's
skirt, and pressed the ruler flat against her lower thigh, tracing his
fingers down to where the ruler met the top of her knee.  His
fingertips brushed against her skin, and he glanced up to see Claire's
eyes widening, blush deepening.

*If only I crouched a bit lower,* he thought.  *I could see right up
her skirt!*

He allowed himself a brief fantasy about what Claire's panties would
look like, then shook it off.  *I need to make a joke* he thought,
wanting to distract the class from what he had been doing.  He made an
exaggerated gesture of adjusting his glasses, and squinting at the
ruler.  "Now, I'm an old man of 24," he said, "so my eyesight isn't
what it used to be," he continued, drawing chuckles from the class.

"Maybe I can't read this ruler," he said, turning to a student in the
front row.  "Brooke, can you read this?  What does this ruler say,
right here?" he said, pointing to where the ruler lay pressed against
the top of Claire's knee and touching her bare skin once again.

Brooke looked up at Claire as if to say *Sorry* and then said, "It
says five and one-quarter inches, Mr. Riley."

"Thank you, Brooke."  Eric removed the ruler and stood back up.  "Now
Claire, this isn't a math class, and I'm not a math teacher, but 5 1/4
is more than 3, right??"

Claire grinned.  "Yes, Mr. Riley, it is."

"Phew.  OK, my math skills and eyesight are better than I thought. 
Now, first things first, I want you to unroll that skirt, looks like
you could get an inch or two out of what's rolled up at your waist
right there."

"Secondly, I want you to report here after school for detention, and
if you do, I won't write you up for a uniform code violation." 
Official, "written up" violations entailed a mailed report to parents,
something that most students were eager to avoid.

"Thanks, Mr. Riley....oh but wait, I can't today, we're doing yearbook
pictures after school until five."

"That's fine.  I'll be out there for pictures as well, then I'll be
back in here grading your wonderful assignments....just come here from
5 to 6 for your detention."

"Okay," Claire said, adjusting her skirt down as she returned to her
seat.  Eric had no doubt that she would hike it shorter as soon as she
left his classroom, but he had done his part and had a little fun
along the way too!!

"Now, class, let's get back to your essays on book burning..."

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Eric was somewhat distracted the rest of the day...after all, it had
been a while since he had touched a sixteen-year old girl's leg! --
but by the end of the day, the trials and tribulations of another
school day had driven all distractions from his mind.

He went out to the practice field at 3:30, to take pictures with the
clubs that he sponsored, and then came back to his classroom to read
some more poorly-written student papers substituting "it's" for "its."

Eric had forgotten all about Claire's detention until 5:15, when there
came a knock on the classroom door.  He called "come in" before
remembering that the door was locked, and quickly crossed the room to
open it to reveal Claire standing there, backpack slung over one
shoulder.

She was slightly disheveled and sweaty, as it was a hot day to be
standing outside on the practice field.  Why the school insisted on
taking those pictures outside, instead of in the gym, he would never
understand.

Eric glanced at her untucked shirt, noticing that it hid the waistband
of her skirt, which was undoubtedly rolled again, guessing from the
length of the skirt.  "You come here for a uniform detention with your
shirt untucked?" he said, stern-faced.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Riley," she said, pulling up the shirt to tuck it
back in and giving Eric a quick flash of her smooth tummy.  "It's just
that it was so hot out there, and we were standing around for so long,
and--"

Eric held up one hand.  "Claire, Claire, I'm just kidding.  I know how
hot it was out there, and it's after 5:00....so don't worry about your
shirt."

Eric crossed the room and leaned up against the edge of his desk. 
"Claire, I know it's probably not fair to give you detention when
you're not out of uniform any more than any other girls...but the
principal gets on my case if I don't watch out for skirt lengths."

"Poor guy, having to look at teenager's short skirts, must be rough,"
Claire said, grinning.

"Ha ha, very funny," Eric said, blushing a bit.  "I'm old enough to be
your...well, older brother, anyway," he said, grinning back.  "I don't
really have an assignment for you, so you're welcome to just have a
seat and work on homework or do some reading for an hour."

"Wait, I want to talk about this uniform thing some more," Claire
said.  She slid her backpack onto the floor and sat on top of one of
the desks in the first row, facing him.  Eric briefly glanced down to
see her skirt riding up over her leg.

"I mean, don't you think this uniform stuff is kind of silly?  Don't
you think the school should worry about more important things?" she
asked, brushing a stray lock of hair off her forehead.

"Oh definitely, Claire.  This petty crap like uniforms, tardy slips,
lunchroom duty....it's certainly not why I became a teacher.  But, I
have to play by the rules, just like you do."

"I know, I know, and I'm not mad at you...but really, what's the
difference?  I mean, first of all, this is an all-girls school, so why
does it matter how short our skirts are?  Who cares if they're like
this, or like this," she said, grabbing the hem of her skirt and
pulling it up to the middle of her thigh.

Eric felt his heart skip a beat, and had to force himself to tear his
gaze away from her smooth legs.  "Claire, you don't need me to answer
that question....you know why we have to maintain uniform rules."

"No, I really don't," she countered.  "There's only girls at this
school, so why does it matter?  Why couldn't we all be running around
naked or in our underwear or something?"

Eric blushed again, unable to keep the thought of Claire naked from
popping into his head.  He smiled and tried to play it off as a joke. 
"For the health and sanity of us male teachers, I don't think that
would be a good idea."

Claire paused for a second, looking directly at him.  "What, you mean
you think of us like THAT??"

"Like what?"

"Like, you know, in a sexual way."

"Claire, we really shouldn't talk about this.  It's not appropriate."

"C'mon, Mr. Riley, I'm just curious.  I won't tell anyone."

"Claire, I'm your teacher.  This is not really something we can
discuss."

"Then pretend I'm not your student, pretend I'm a friend who isn't at
this school.  So tell me, Mr. Riley, do you ever look at the girls in
your classes in a sexual way?"

Eric paused for a few seconds, and took a deep breath.  Finally, he
smiled.  "OK, OK, let's pretend.  But, my friends don't generally call
me 'Mr. Riley.'  So call me 'Eric' for the purposes of this
discussion."

Claire's grin widened.  "OK, Eric, I asked you a question."

Eric stood, partially to conceal the growing bulge in his pants.  He
didn't feel comfortable sitting so close to Claire with what was going
on downstairs!!

Running one hand through his hair, he walked around to the other side
of his desk and leaned forward against it.

"Claire, if I'm being honest, I can't say that I NEVER think about
students in my class in a sexual way.  I'm a single, heterosexual,
24-year old male.  Sometimes I can't help the thoughts which occur to
me."

Claire grinned even wider.  "So you're saying that you get horny."

"Of course I do.  That's natural, and some sexual fantasies are
natural.  But there is a huge difference between thoughts and actions,
Claire.  Thoughts I can keep to myself...but ACTIONS could get me
fired or arrested!"

"That's true....you don't want to be labeled a pervert," she said. 
"Might be hard...difficult to get a job in a school after that!!"

"Let me ask you something else, Eric," Claire said.  "Have you ever
had an....inappropriate thought about ME?"

Eric exhaled forcefully.  "All right, fine, I'll tell you.  But then
that's the end of this line of discussion.  This morning, when I was
measuring your skirt length, I had a brief thought about-- ah, Claire,
I can't tell you that."

"No, c'mon, pleaassseee?" Claire said, bouncing on the desk.  "I won't
tell anyone."

"Fine," Eric said.  He knew his hormones were getting the best of him.
 "I had a brief fantasy about peeking up your skirt."

Claire's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly.  "Really?  You
wanted to take a peek at my panties?"

He nodded.  "Yep."

Claire's eyes twinkled slightly.  "Surprise," she shouted, lifting up
her skirt and flashing him quickly.

Eric didn't even have time to think about not looking, he stared
straight at her crotch when she flashed him...she was wearing pink,
satiny panties and he was almost certain he had seen a damp spot.

"Claire!  You can't do that, I could get in a lot of trouble," Eric
said, looking to make sure the blinds on the windows were closed.

"Ah, it was just a little peek, ERIC," she said, blushing again.

Eric tried to control his growing arousal with some deep breaths. 
"Claire, you should be careful....you can't go around all the time
showing your panties to 24-year old perverts!"

She smiled.  "But did it turn you on?"

He looked directly at her.  "More than you know."

She looked right at his crotch.  "I have some idea," she said.

Eric blushed furiously and sat down in his desk chair, pulling it
underneath the desk.  "I think maybe detention is over for today,
Claire."

"Oh, c'mon, Eric, we're not hurting anyone," she said, hopping down
from the desk.  "Besides, this is fun."  She walked around his desk
and hopped up on the edge, her legs swinging next to his chair. 
"Don't you want to measure my skirt again?"

Eric felt his eyes once again drawn to the hem of her skirt.  When
Claire handed him the ruler, he felt powerless to resist, and he held
it to her thigh and knee once again, this time using both hands.

"Still too short," he said in an unsteady voice.  He stroked the
inside of her leg gently with one finger, and looked up to see her
eyes closed, her chest heaving.

Not caring about his career or anything else but Claire by this point,
Eric slid his hand a little higher up her left leg, just inside her
skirt.  She leaned back on his desk and spread her knees a bit.  "Yes,
Eric, oh please yes."

He stood up in front of her, her knees touching his thighs.  She
grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards her.  They kissed
deeply, Eric's heart pounding as their tongues touched with an
electric jolt shooting down through his loins.

He slid his hand higher up her inner thigh, massaging her leg muscles.
 She moved them apart further, moaning into his mouth.  Her chest was
pressed against his, and Eric slid his hand up her shirt to feel her
smooth back.

Suddenly, his hand reached the base of her panties, and Claire gasped.
 He could feel her warmth even through the underwear, and he stroked
her pussy gently in small circles.  Her gasps grew louder and he began
stroking her gently, still kissing her, his tongue exploring her
mouth.

Claire pushed her hips forward against his hand, increasing the
pressure.  He could feel her dampness and pushed his thumb higher
along her panties, finding her clit through the material.  He stroked
it with his thumb as she moaned louder.  "Oh god yes Eric."

Eric shoved a stack of papers aside on his desk.  Moving around to the
side of the desk, he swiveled Claire around 90 degrees and gently
pushed her onto her back.  She was lying down on his desk, feet on the
edge, knees up in the air and spread, her skirt gathered around her
waist.

Eric reached for her panties, and sllloowwwllly pulled them off,
removing her shoes along the way.  He tossed the underwear onto the
floor and stared at her bare cunnie.  It was glistening wet, a light
covering of brown fuzz.  He moved his head to her inner thighs and
began kissing and licking them as she moaned.  He could smell and
taste her, and wanted more.

Eric moved his face directly to her pussy and began kissing and
licking it, lightly, teasing her.  He kissed one area gently and then
moved on quickly to another, kissing and tasting all of her folds. 
She moaned out his name, trying to lift her hips off the desk and push
them into his face, but he held back, kissing lightly.  His tongue
darted out to taste her, gently stroking over her entire pussy.

Finally, without warning, he licked her HARD, pushing his tongue deep
into her folds.  He moved his hands to her pussy, using his thumbs to
hold her open while he tasted her.  Claire gasped and moaned loudly. 
"Yes yes, fuck yes!"

Eric licked her cunnie in loooonnnnggg strokes, tasting her from the
bottom of her slit to the top.  He felt her hard clitty under his
tongue and he licked it, slipping it into his mouth and playing with
it as he continued to hold her open with his thumbs.  He massaged her
mound with his fingers, thrusting his tongue inside her.

Her breathing was getting harder and faster, and Eric knew she was
getting close.  He moved one finger to her opening and gently pushed
it inside.  She was so incredibly tight, her warm wet pussy clamping
onto his finger.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh" she said.

He pushed his finger deeper inside, up to the first knuckle,
continuing to lick and suck on her clitty.  Slowly, he drew his finger
back out, then pushed it in, out, in, going a little deeper with each
inward thrust.  Soon his whole finger was inside her, thrusting in and
out.

Eric slid his other hand up Claire's body, stopping at her chest to
stroke her breasts.  He could feel her hard nipples poking through two
layers of clothing.  She was gasping constantly now, and Eric knew it
was time.

With his mouth still on her cunt, he began twisting his finger with
each stroke, rotating it inside her, in and out, in and out.  He
covered her whole pussy with his mouth and sucked HARD on her clit.

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh" was all Claire said as she came, bucking her hips
on his desk and soaking his face with her juices.  "OOoohhhhhhhhHH!"

Eric gradually slowed down his pace, withdrawing his finger from her
tight hole.  Claire lay there for a few minutes, just breathing and
gasping.  Finally, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at
him, grinning.

"I like detention," she said.  "But now, it's YOUR turn?"

"My turn?  For what?"

"To get those pants off," she said, sitting up on his desk and pulling
her shirt off over her head.  Her bra was the next to go, and she sat
there on his desk wearing only a skirt and socks, her gorgeous 16-year
old body exposed for him to see.

Eric wasn't in any position to argue, and he quickly removed his
clothes.  His cock bulged out of his boxers and sprang free as soon as
he pulled them down.  Claire stared at it, her eyes wide.  "It's huge,
I haven't seen one that big."

Eric smiled.  "Well, I'm not sixteen....and hopefully, you don't do
this with all your teachers."

"Nope."  She reached for his cock and he obliged, walking over and
standing in front of her.  She wrapped her hand around it, stroking
gently as he closed his eyes.  He wasn't huge, but big enough by any
standards, seven inches and moderately thick.

Before he knew it, Claire had lowered her head to his groin and was
gently kissing the tip of his cock.  A moan escaped his lips and she
licked and kissed the tip.  Still with his eyes closed, he felt the
tip slide into her mouth, past her teeth, and he was surrounded by her
hot mouth.  She used her tongue to lick around the top of his shaft
while her hands stroked the bottom.

Claire opened her mouth wider, getting about half his cock into her
mouth, which was enough to feel incredible.  She worked her mouth up
and down over his penis, coating it with her saliva.  Her hands
stroked his shaft and gently played with his testicles.

She licked him like a pro, and he wondered if she had done this
before.  Her tongue danced all over his cock, her mouth bobbing up and
down on it.

He felt the pressure building in his loins as she continued to suck
him, her mouth making a little popping sound at the top of every
stroke.  He opened his eyes and looked down, seeing her brown hair
splayed over his crotch, and then he noticed that her left hand was
busy in her own lap, stroking her pussy.

Although this afternoon had already been better than any fantasy he
had ever had, Eric decided to push his luck.  He pulled his cock away
from Claire's mouth and again pushed her back down on the desk.  She
grinned and spread her thighs open, still stroking her own pussy.

Eric moved up to stand between her legs and placed his cock at the
entrance to her still soaking pussy.  He moved her hand aside and
stroked her clit gently as Claire moaned.

Eric slid the very tip of his cock inside, feeling her cunt stretch
around him.  He pushed forward gently, feeling her tight cunt resist
him a bit.

"Ohhhh you're so big," Claire moaned.  "Please, give it to me."

Eric pushed forward harder, until his cock was at least halfway inside
her.  He pulled back out, then in again, rocking his cock into her. 
Eventually, he was able to slip all the way inside her....although she
was still incredibly tight, the fact that her pussy was soaking helped
his cock slide in and out.

Eric grabbed Claire's ankles and put them on his shoulders as he
fucked her, in and out, in and out.  Claire gasped and moaned, "oohhh
yess that's goooood Eric....fuck me fuck me fuck me."

He moaned loudly with each stroke, the pressure building in his groin
was pleasure and pain all at the same time.

"Are you gonna cum?" Claire asked, her face flushed.  "Errrggg
almost," Eric said.

"Wait wait, will you fuck me from behind?  I wanna cum like that,"
Claire said.

Eric slid his drenched cock out of her pussy and Claire slid off the
desk, leaving a wet spot.  She turned around and leaned over the desk,
propped up on her arms, spreading her thighs.  Eric took his cock in
his hand and stepped up to her, sliding it between her thighs and back
inside her hot cunt.

He put his hands on her ass and began pumping in and out, loving the
feel of her tightness wrapped around his cock.  Claire moved one hand
back down to her pussy and began stroking her clitty.  She moaned as
he fucked her.

Eric could feel her fingers on each stroke and that, combined with the
feel of her young pussy was enough to drive him over the edge.

"Ohhhohhohhhh Claire I'm going to cuummmmmm," he said through gritted
teeth.

Claire pushed on her clitty harder as Eric shoved his cock all the way
inside her and held it there as he spasmed in orgasm.  His vision
blurred as Eric felt his hot cum shooting out, deep into Claire's
cunnie.  "Ohhhhhohohhohohohohohhohhhhhh," he said, pumping as his cock
continued to spurt inside Claire.

"Yes yes yes oh yes oh yesss I'm cummming AGAIN," Claire shrieked as
she felt Eric's cock throb inside her pussy with orgasm, his hot cum
filling her and she moaned with her own release. 
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, YES YES YES YES"

Gradually, Eric slowed down his pumping and then stopped altogether. 
Claire collapsed onto the desk and Eric stood behind her, his
now-softening cock sliding out of her pussy and their juices running
down her thighs.  Eric leaned his thighs against her lovely buns and
took a deep breath, regaining some composure.  "Phewwwwwwwwwww...." he
said.

Claire looked back at him with a big smile and winked.  "What are you
winking about?" he asked, still breathing heavily.

"You just wait, Mr. Riley, 'til you see how short my skirt will be
TOMORROW!!"

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