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Spanking Sex Story - Teacher’s Aide

“Teacher’s Aide” part 1…

“Would you people get quiet?” Mr. Anthony yelled for the fourth or fifth time during the same 7th period U.S. History class. They were unruly again as they almost always were, here near the tiring, irritating end of yet another tiring, irritating school day. He had tried yelling and cajoling and bribing, but nothing had worked with this group all year long. He finally gives up trying to explain Reconstruction and tells the students to work on their homework assignment for the rest of the period.
As had become his habit in this, the worst of his classes, Mr. Anthony glanced over to the one part of the room where he’s sure he’ll see one friendly, attentive face. He drinks in Robin’s face for as long as he dares, noticing as he does that she’s actually trying to get the kids around her to be quiet so that she can get some homework done. The teacher leaves his eyes on her just a second too long, though, and Robin looks up at him and catches his eye. She beams her biggest, sweetest smile when she sees that he’s watching and shrugs her shoulders as if to say, “I can’t get them to be quiet either.” It’s a scene that has repeated itself over and over again this school year, because this entire section of U.S. History seems to be populated entirely with assholes with the single exception of the pretty, brown-haired 16-year-old.
It’s finally, mercifully over. The bell rings and the kids zoom out, again with the only exception being Robin, of course. As is her habit very nearly every day, Robin comes by Mr. Anthony’s desk and says, “See ya tomorrow.” He smiles up at her, feeling a little uneasy at the same time that he appreciates her trying to be so genuinely friendly. He does his best to stare off into the middle distance after she turns and starts walking out, but he finds his gaze invariably drawn back to her. He intently watches her firm, youthful (if a bit wide) ass as it sways back and forth while she walks out into the hallway. No more kids will bother him today. Eighth period is a planning period for him, which, after one of his usual days, often means a collapse-on-his-desk period so he has energy enough to drive home after school.
“Thank God, the end of the day,” Mr. Anthony’s groans softly to himself when Robin’s ass disappears out his door while he rubs his temples to try to relieve some of his daily dose of tension. He knows that it’s very, very dangerous for him to think this way about one of his female students. It’s the single quickest way to leave the teaching profession early nowadays with sexual harassment on everyone’s mind. Of course, all teachers did it, both male and female. The clothes that the kids wore - that their parents LET them wear! - were just too damn provocative and revealing for any normal human not to at least look at them, either down the front of a low-cut blouse or up a too-short mini-skirt, or, for the female teachers, at the conspicuous bulges in the front of male students’ sweat pants or jeans. “The problem,” Mr. Anthony thinks, with a tired sigh, “was not to let yourself dwell or fixate on a student, no matter how hard they tried to get you to sometimes.”
Robin had been trying her best to get him to do just that for weeks now. He had become convinced quite some time back that he wasn’t just flattering himself by thinking that a cute girl half his age had the hots for him. She had convinced him. Some of the attempted flirtations by 16- and 17-year-olds were so obvious as to be laughable. Hell, the 13- and 14-year-old ninth graders who he taught had tried it, too. The obvious ones were so obvious that they were easy to push aside and resist.
Robin, on the other hand, was doing everything as properly as could be done. No winks or overenthusiastic brushes against him amongst the hallway traffic. No silly compliments about his tie or the clothes he wore. She was much more subtle than that, and that was what worried him. He was afraid that she might be serious about him, and even more afraid that he wanted her to be serious.
He had taught Robin earlier, and, back then - when she would have been about 13 or 14 - she was just another one of the troublemakers, yapping constantly and doing everything she could think of to actually keep from working. In other words, she was a pretty typical high school student and in no way attractive to an adult. But, between her freshman and junior years, some sort of metamorphosis had taken place. He had noticed it from nearly the first day of the new school year. She was attentive; she studied; she did her homework, and her grades showed it, too. She was running on the borderline between an “A” and a “B” whereas in the ninth grade she had always been hanging between a “D” and an “F”. He was thrilled about that part of her transformation. The part that scared him was the fact that when she dropped by his room during his free periods or stopped in after school to talk to him (which she had made a habit of doing at least once almost every day) she actually sat and talked with him like an adult. No giggling, no preening - none of that stuff.
When he was with Robin, Mr. Anthony found it very easy to imagine that he was talking to someone 10 years older if he blotted out for a moment how she looked and who she was. He tried hard not to do that, but found himself doing it more and more often though it worried him immensely. She had even taken to coming in her study hall - this period in fact - and doing grading and stapling and other chores for him. He kept thinking that he shouldn’t let her do it, but she was so damn helpful - and fast and hardworking - and he was so bogged down in paperwork that he kept letting her do it. And, found himself feeling more and more pleased each time she showed up in his doorway for whatever reason.
“Speaking of that, I wonder where she is today?” he thought, a frown passing over his face at the thought of not seeing her outside of class. He caught himself thinking that way and harshly reminded himself that she was young and had better things to do, and then went about grading his own papers, trying mightily while he did to keep an image of her gently
swaying butt from intruding on his thoughts.

**** END PART 1 “Teacher’s Aide”

“Teacher’s Aide” part 2…

By the time that Mr. Anthony finally gave up on grading papers, the janitors had already bumped through and were gone for the evening. He sat and listened for a few minutes. The building was perfectly quiet. He supposed that it must be one of those rare evenings when there wasn’t some sort of meeting going on in the building. He took a quick glance out the window at the parking lot, and, sure enough, his was the only vehicle in sight. “Hell, it’s 5:45! No damn wonder everyone else is gone,” he thought sarcastically, “they’re all gone home to family and all that happy horseshit.”
He looked down at the mass of tests still to be graded, and decided that the grading would go much more smoothly if he was home in his little apartment with his feet up and a margarita on the stand beside his chair than it would here in this stuffy little classroom. With that in mind, Mr. Anthony began to gather up his materials, but stopped a moment later in complete surprise when he heard a light tapping at the door to his room and then the sounds of someone trying to turn the doorknob. “Well, who the hell is that?” he thought grumpily, readying himself for more aggravation. “There must have been someone else here after all and probably some silly ass who wants to yap and keep me here even later,” and, then, as the doorknob kept rattling insistently, “Goddamn janitor must have locked it when he came through.” He got up and went over to open it for whatever teacher was crazy enough to be working this late. Actually, he usually locked it himself when he was working this late because there were a few of his older male students who, while they’d never have the nerve to jump him in public, might just talk themselves into trying if they caught him here alone. That thought brought him up short for a moment, and he hesitated in opening the door.
“Who is it?” he called through the locked door instead of saying, “Hang on, I’ll be there in a seconds,” as he had been about to say.
“It’s just me,” said the quiet, female voice from the other side of the door. Instantly, the teacher’s heart began pumping blood faster as he recognized Robin’s voice. He was so surprised that he froze for a moment, but, before he allowed himself to think of too many reasons why he shouldn’t, Mr. Anthony reached out and opened the door for her.
Robin was still wearing the same clothes that she had worn to school that day. Something else that Mr. Anthony had noticed about Robin this year was that she was dressing much more neatly and taking greater care about such things as her makeup (though she didn’t wear much) and her hair. As a freshman, she had come to school quite often looking like she had just rolled out of bed. What she had on now was much more indicative of the “new” Robin.
The 16-year-old had on a bulky, pullover sweater which hid the fact that she had rather small breasts (Robin wore such sweaters often enough that Mr. Anthony would have been willing to bet that she was a bit ashamed of the fact that her chest hadn’t developed the same way the rest of her body had). With that, she wore a pleated skirt that came up to just above her knees. The skirt was cut so that her hips (which she probably thought were too wide) didn’t look quite so full and was short enough that her smooth, creamy legs were still readily visible without being so short (as many teenage girls’ skirts often were) that she looked slutty or downright silly as some of her classmates did. And, she had on the faintest hint of perfume. It was something light and very nice. The scent wafting into Mr. Anthony’s nostrils was just strong enough to make him breathe in deeply in spite of his fears. It also made him want to get closer and rather than being so strong and cloyingly sweet that it made him gag instead - as was also the norm with female teenagers. Her hair was worn loose and pulled back behind her ears and was just long enough so that the bottom of her light brown hair barely brushed against her shoulders when she turned her head from side to side. In other words, Robin was dressed in a smart, classy, very adult manner. It was something that Mr. Anthony couldn’t help but notice, though he had tried mightily to do just that.
“Well, hello there, Miss Varick,” he said as she walked past him into the room. “What in the world are you doing at school this time of day?” He tried to make his voice as calm and as matter-of-fact as possible, and immediately felt sure that he had failed miserably. Robin didn’t seem to notice though, walking quickly up to his desk while he closed the door (after a nervous peek outside to make sure that the hallway was empty), and plunked down in the position she always occupied when she dropped by during a free period or after school - the desk right in front of his teacher’s desk, sitting so that she faced him when he sat behind his desk.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. A, you were about to leave weren’t you?” Robin said when she noticed his half-loaded briefcase as Mr. Anthony circled around her and sat down behind his desk.
“Ah, well, I guess, but I’m in no hurry,” he answered with a smile, wondering even as he said it why he didn’t take the easy way out of this situation that she had just offered. “You didn’t answer me. I’m stuck here grading papers, but you’re gotta have better things to do than hang around school three hours after it’s let out for the day. So, what gives?” he asked again with a gentle smile. Robin had relaxed and slumped down more comfortably into her desk as soon as Mr. Anthony had told her he was in no hurry, but she tensed up again, sitting straighter in her seat, when he repeated his question.
“Oh, it’s my folks again,” she said, trying to make it sound like it was no big deal at all. Robin had told Mr. Anthony earlier in the year that her mom and step-father fought a lot, but she had passed it off as not being that bad. He had suspected at the time that it was, and her presence here tonight confirmed his suspicions. “I just didn’t feel like listening to them scream at each other any more so I left and was out walking around and, well, I came by here and saw your light on and that your car was still here. So, here I am,” she finished with a brave smile, and Mr. Anthony smiled back at her.
“Okay, fair enough,” he said, and was relieved to see her body visibly relax again.
“Thanks. I don’t want to be a nuisance,” Robin added.
“Nah, you’re not a nuisance,” he answered with a grin, relaxing a bit himself. “You can hang out as long as you like. Well, I mean, you can hang out ’til I leave. I wouldn’t think that you’d want to spend the night locked inside the school.” Robin giggled at that, making her eyes sparkle as they always did when she laughed, and those sparkling eyes made Mr. Anthony’s heart skip a beat or two again as he joined in her laughter. “For that matter, I wouldn’t want to spend the night here either!” That made Robin laugh even harder, and both of them chuckled quietly for several seconds before stopping; both student and teacher considerably more at ease now than they had been a few minutes before.
In order to keep himself from just sitting and gawking at her, as he would have loved to do, Mr. Anthony started grading tests again, figuring that Robin would get tired of watching him and leave fairly quickly.
“I like hanging out with you,” she spoke quietly a few moments later, destroying the little concentration he had regained.
“I, uh, well, yeah, I like having you here,” he sputtered back, not sure at all how to answer a statement like that - not safely anyway. Robin’s face lit up with another wide smile when he said that, making Mr. Anthony wonder if it been the wrong thing to say. “Good!” Robin said and then suddenly hopped up, walked around the desk and bent down to look over his shoulder at the test he was trying
unsuccessfully to grade. “Can I watch you grade tests?” she asked sweetly, placing her hands on the desk beside him and supporting herself on them. From this distance, her perfume drifted back into Mr. Anthony’s nostrils, providing very nearly more stimulus than he could stand. With a start, he felt the beginnings of an erection swelling in his pants.

***** END PART 2 “Teacher’s Aide”

“Teacher’s Aide” part 3…

“Sssure,” he stammered, sounding more like a frightened teenager than Robin. Mr. Anthony was thankful that she made no sign of noticing how nervous he was even if she had. As she leaned over his desk, with her left breast no more than 10 or 12 inches from his mouth, Mr. Anthony only managed to mark three or four more questions before giving up and leaning back in his chair. The shift helped with two things. It got his face a safer distance from Robin’s chest and gave her no further excuse to lean over. Robin, however, didn’t let that bother her as she turned to face him again, leaning back against the edge of his desk with her butt.
“You know, it’s, well, I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to be up here,” he finally got up the nerve to say haltingly as he put his hands behind his head and tried his best to look calm. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them because the girl’s pretty face clouded with a frown. “I mean, I really like having you around, it’s just, well, you know people in a little town like this would talk if they knew you were up here alone with me,” he hurriedly added.
“Oh, I know Mr. A,” she answered cheerfully; the smile returning to her face just as quickly as it had vanished. “That’s why I was extra careful before I came into the building. I didn’t think the doors would be unlocked, but they were. So, before I came inside, I made extra sure to look around to see if anyone was in any of the other rooms or across the street who might see me,” she explained proudly. Her words made Mr. Anthony’s heart race even faster. She had checked to make sure no one would know she was alone with him?! He could barely believe his ears and couldn’t decide whether to be terrified or thrilled with the news.
“So, don’t you worry, Mr. A,” she went on, smiling down at him, “nobody knows I’m here but me, and I would never, ever say anything to get you into trouble.”
“Well, uh, okay, I mean, uhhh, I know you wouldn’t do that, Robin,” he finally managed to stutter out as he felt sweat pop out onto his forehead despite the fact that the room was rather cool from the evening air softly blowing through the open windows. He was so nervous that he proceeded to do something that he always did when he was tired or nervous or both. Rather than say anything else at the moment and make himself sound even more edgy, Mr. Anthony began stretching his neck, rotating his head from side to side, trying to loosen it up and give himself a chance to regain a little composure.
“Oh, I bet your neck is killing you!” she cried sympathetically, and, before Mr. Anthony could even begin to react, Robin hopped up off the edge of his desk, scooted around behind his chair, and began rubbing at the base of his neck with her warm, soft hands. It was as if an electric current passed through his body at the touch of her fingers, and Mr. Anthony jerked involuntarily.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Robin asked with her voice full of concern and immediately stopped rubbing.
“Uh, unh, no, it’s okay,” he answered in a barely audible whisper.
“Oh, okay,” she said happily and went back to massaging his neck with what turned out to be surprisingly strong fingers. It felt wonderful, but Mr. Anthony knew it was crazy to let her keep doing this. It was crazy to let her touch him at all, considering how badly he wanted her. He knew that the longer she kept this up, the more trouble he was going to have controlling himself, but still he let her continue.
“God, your neck is stiff as a board!” Robin said with a laugh as she began to really dig in with her fingers. “Poor Mr. A with all these silly tests to grade. It’s no wonder your neck is killing you. You gotta get more rest and relax some,” she gently lectured while she continued the massage. By that point, Mr. Anthony could only grunt happily in the affirmative. Her fingers were doing wonders for his neck and his disposition.
She worked on him for another 10 or 15 minutes, and he let her. Then, she gave him one final, soft squeeze and stopped but left her hands on his shoulders so that her fingers remained in contact with the bare skin of his neck.
“Now, how was that? Feeling better?” she asked, leaning over to look down at his face. Mr. Anthony turned to look up her with a big smile on his face before answering.
“That was absolutely wonderf…” was all he got out of his mouth. Between Robin bending forward and his turning his head toward her, there remained only a scant five or six inches between the lips of teacher and student. That was way too close. Robin acted as if she had a powerful magnet implanted in her lips and Mr. Anthony’s lips were made of solid iron, so quickly did she cover the remaining distance between them, smothering the rest of what her teacher was going to say with a kiss. It wasn’t a wild, animalistic kiss, but more of a firm, passionate one. But, it still left nothing to the teacher’s imagination as to what it was intended to convey.
Robin pressed her soft pink lips to his, without nibbling or opening her mouth, but neither did she lighten the pressure. The teacher, desperately trying to breathe through his nose and think at the same time, found the thinking part much harder to do. He found that his lips, seemingly moving of their own accord, began kissing Robin back. And, the two of them began nibbling at each other’s lips as their kissing became more and more and more passionate.
Moments later, Robin pivoted her body and slid down into Mr. Anthony’s lap, and he didn’t do a single thing to stop her. He gasped softly into the 16-year-old’s mouth as her luscious ass pressed down onto his erection. It was a bit painful for him to begin with, but the soft warmth of her cheeks rubbing and chafing against his cock more than made up for
that. Then Robin reached up and wrapped her arms around her teacher’s neck without ever breaking her lip-lock on his mouth, and Mr. Anthony hugged her warm young body tightly against his own.
By that point, the pair, acting more like two novice youngsters than a 16-year-old and a 32-year-old, had begin exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues, wrestling and sucking and plunging as they mouth-fucked each other. Both were terribly frightened, but neither was about to call a halt to what they were doing.
Mr. Anthony was frankly amazed at how well the young girl kissed which made him feel a bit less guilty about what he was doing. Robin certainly wasn’t inexperienced - at least not at kissing. He might even have gotten himself back under control and pushed her away or perhaps have kept his indiscretion to merely kissing but for what the teacher felt next.
He was surprised that the front of his pants was beginning to get damp, and his surprise changed to amazement as he realized what was causing it. His nostrils confirmed what his sense of touch was already telling him. Robin was so wet that she was soaking right through his pants as well as her underwear! That realization did it for any thought of turning back.

***** END PART 3

“Teacher’s Aide” part 4…

Mr. Anthony pulled his lips away from Robin’s but not to stop kissing her. Oh, no. He merely began licking and kissing and nibbling his way across her face, underneath her chin and then down her neck, which made the youngster lean her head back and moan softly. He continued kissing her throat, moving back and forth from ear to ear, periodically returning to her soft pink lips.
“Oh God, Yes!” Robin moaned, nearly delirious. “Yes Mr. A! Mmmm, ungh! Mmmmmm, God, how I’ve wanted you to do this to me! For so damn long! Mmmm!”
Mr. Anthony could feel the front of his trousers getting wetter and wetter and could smell Robin’s sex enticing him. He began to move his hands over her body while he kissed her, rubbing her back and massaging her small breasts through the fabric of her sweater while his hunger for her grew.
“Please Mr. A! Please do me! Please!” Robin moaned into his mouth while he pinched one of her hard nipples between his fingers. “Doing” Robin was exactly what Mr. Anthony had in mind. His passion had completely overwhelmed his self-control.
“Yes! Yes Robin!” he panted against her neck as his hands groped her breasts. The youngster reached down with one hand and pulled her sweater up around her neck in response to his fondling, and the teacher suddenly found his hands grasping firm, young flesh. Mr. Anthony leaned over and sucked his young student’s left nipple between his lips, hungrily nursing on the large pink aureole. The girl had small breasts, not much more developed than the chest of a boy, but her little tits were soft and inviting and beautiful with their large pink nipples (now wrinkled and hard in erection) and were decorated with a healthy sprinkling of freckles.
“Oh God yes!” Robin gasped, grabbing a handful of the older man’s hair to hold onto while she tried to grind her tits even harder against his sucking, nibbling mouth. The teacher sucked both nipples voraciously, but finally her moaning and the smell of her wet cunt were too much to ignore. He had to have her - now!
Mr. Anthony slid to the front edge of his chair - no small feat with 140 or 150 pounds of wet, wiggling teenager in his lap - got his legs under him and stood up far enough to plop Robin’s ass onto the edge of his desk. He moved his hands to reach for her sex, but his young student was even faster and more anxious than he was. As soon as Robin realized what Mr. Anthony was doing to her, she leaned back on the desk, propping herself up on her elbows, and spread her legs wide for her teacher to come inside.
“Do me Mr. A! I want you in me! Do me now!” she grunted, sounding almost like an animal in heat instead of a human. Mr. Anthony’s nostrils flared again as he got an even stronger whiff of Robin’s pussy juices when she spread her legs for him.
He leaned forward and yanked his student’s skirt up around her waist, ready to rip her panties off if he couldn’t get them down fast enough, but what he found both shocked and delighted him. Staring back at him, looking absolutely delicious, was Robin’s bare, glistening mound. Mr. Anthony looked up at Robin and found her grinning down at him.
“I didn’t think I’d be needing my panties for long so I took ‘em off downstairs and stuck ‘em in my purse,” she said with a sly smile. “Hurry up and do me Mr. A - before I explode!” she added emphatically, and her teacher needed no further urging.
Mr. Anthony leaned forward and rammed his face as tightly as he could right into the young girl’s sex-slimy twat, making Robin grunt happily.
“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” Robin began grunting rhythmically as the older man began to explore every nook and cranny of her young, tender pussy with his tongue and fingers. Mr. Anthony couldn’t believe how delicious she was as he parted her slick cunt lips and took a long, slow slurp all the way down her slit. His young student’s pussy had a nearly transparent covering of soft brown hair that did nothing to hide the beauty of it - or to impede his eating it! Her fat, pouty outer lips shone and glistened with juices, and Robin was so aroused that the bright pink interior of her slit was visible even without having her teacher spread her lips. Robin’s vagina was incredibly tight, Mr. Anthony soon discovered, as he had to really work to get his tongue inside her very far at all. And, he was barely able to get a second finger inside her despite her wetness.
“Oooooooo, God, yes, suck it!” Robin squealed every time her teacher came anywhere near her hard little clit, and he was more than happy to oblige. Only the third or fourth suck on Robin’s clit made her nubile young body jerk and spasm in her orgasm. Mr. Anthony paused for a moment, thinking that she might want to catch her breath, but his student kept urging him on, pumping her cunt into his face, so he went right back to eating her.
By now, Mr. Anthony’s hard-on was almost unbearable. He had to do something to get some relief for himself, but again the young girl was already ahead of his thinking.
“Do me Mr. A! Please stick your cock in me! Please!” Robin begged; her voiced was filled with yearning. Even had Mr. Anthony been strong enough to resist otherwise, the sound of Robin’s sweet voice begging him to fuck her would have sent him over the edge in uncontrolled lust. He stopped eating her for the moment and stood up between her widely spread legs. Those same firm, luscious legs that he had admired so many times in class and in the hall, so beautiful despite the tiny amount of baby fat they still carried.
He was so damn nervous that he fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper for several seconds, so Robin came to his rescue again. She sat back up, gave him a quick kiss and then reached down, deftly unfastening his belt and pants button and then unzipping him. Nervous as he was, even Mr. Anthony could take it from there, and he yanked his trousers and shorts down in a single movement.
His rock hard cock sprang free of the confines of his clothing like a rocket trying to launch from Cape Canaveral, standing straight out stiffly at attention and pointing exactly where it wanted to go - straight at Robin’s slimy little cunt.
“Ooooo, Mr. A, what a pretty cock!” she cooed and then reached down to wrap the fingers of one hand around his shaft. Mr. Anthony felt as though another bold of electricity had shot through his body when Robin touched his penis, and he was afraid for just a moment that he might cum all over her without even getting his cock inside her, but it was just his excitement. While Robin gently stroked his shaft for a few moments, he calmed down just a bit and realized that he hadn’t cum yet. He watched, utterly fascinated, as Robin smiled at him and then slid slowly off of the desk top. After her feet touched the floor, she bent her knees and squatted down so that her face was at the same level as his cock.

***** END PART 4 “Teacher’s Aide”

“Teacher’s Aide” part 5…

“Oh my, yes! Oh yes, Robin!” he gasped as the 16-year-old leaned her head forward and slurped about four inches of his fat cock into her lovely mouth, skillfully sliding back the thick foreskin with her teeth as she inhaled his shaft. He reached out a hand and began stroking her hair which was just about all he was capable of doing, other than breathing, as Robin began sucking his cock just as well or better than anyone he’d ever been with before. And, all of those women had many more years of experience than this youngster had. She sucked him deeply but gently, and, after a few moments of exquisite pleasure, she pulled her mouth off of his dick and stood back up.
“Mmmmmm, you’re so tasty!” she cooed after giving her teacher a big kiss on the lips, “but I don’t want my favorite teacher to cum just yet. I want you to fuck me first! I want you inside me with that big cock!” she said quietly but emphatically. Mr. Anthony was barely able to grunt and nod in response. He would have done anything the young girl told him by that point.
He was a bit surprised when, after yanking her sweater the rest of the way off, freeing her small breasts entirely, Robin turned her back on him and lay down on her belly across his desk with her feet still on the floor. Surprised yes, but boy did it give him a grand view! Robin’s skirt was still gathered up around her hips so her teacher had a clear view of the luscious ass that he had admired on so many occasions in class. The
teenager’s ass was wide - but NOT fat! Her cheeks were firm and creamy and luscious with well-defined globes of freckled flesh. While he was admiring the view for a moment, Robin slid her feet wider so that her crack opened and her tiny pink asshole as well as the bottom of her pussy slit came into view. Both holes glistened with moisture from her earlier
orgasm, and Mr. Anthony was left breathless by how beautiful she was.
“Do me Mr. A!” she repeated, looking back over her shoulder at him and suddenly looking much more serious than she had. “You can do me any way you want to! I’m yours!” she added, making his heart leap with lust.
“God yes, I want you, too!” he grunted and stepped forward. Both student and teacher grunted loudly as the thick, uncircumsized head of Mr.Anthony’s cock bumped into the slimy lips of Robin’s nearly virginal cunt.
He reached out and grabbed her luscious thighs with both hands and began pulling himself forward - into her hot, drooling sex.
“Unghhhhhh!” the young girl groaned as her tiny vagina tried to stretch and expand to take her teacher’s large pecker inside it. She ground her body back against his, trying to swallow up every inch of his cock with her pussy. “God,” thought Mr. Anthony through his lustful haze, “she’s so tight that it’s like trying to drive my cock though a board!” After several seconds of pushing, the teacher had only managed to insert his thick cockhead into her hole, and he stopped there for a moment or two, letting her cunt muscles relax some, before pressing forward again.
“Awwwww, mmmmmmm!” Robin cried breathlessly, mewling like a cat, as Mr. Anthony slowly stuffed his hard cock into her tiny cunt centimeter by centimeter until he finally had about four inches of his vibrating tool inside her. There, he stopped again, needing to catch his breath while he enjoyed the exquisite sensation of his young student’s pussy grabbing and sucking at his cock, but Robin wasn’t ready for him to stop.
“Mr. A! Stop screwin’ around and screw me!” she grunted emphatically, turning her sparkling brown eyes back on him. “I want it all! Fuck me! Fuck me with your whole cock! Do anything you want to me!” she cried with a desperate hunger in her voice. And, as if to underscore her request, the 16-year-old began to push her ass back against her teacher, trying to engulf even more of his cock with her cunt.
“Bbbbut, I don’t want to hurt you!” Mr. Anthony managed to gasp out breathlessly, still holding his cock steady at the four-inch mark.
“I don’t care! I don’t care! Fuck me Mr. Anthony! Fuck me!” Robin cried, humping her ass harder against his cock now, and Mr. Anthony completely gave up on trying to control his lust.
He took a quick, deep breath and shoved himself forward, catching Robin’s ass and pussy coming back toward him, and imbedded all seven inches of his hard rod into the girl’s tiny pussy!
“Ahhhhhh! Arghhhhh! Ungh!” Robin squealed and grunted breathlessly as her teacher’s cock slid all the way home, stretching her young cunt well beyond anything she had experienced before. He was so deep inside her that she could feel his cock hair tickling the crack of her ass.
“Oomph!” went Mr. Anthony as he expelled a lungfull of air when his cock slid home all the way inside the youngster, wedged in tighter than he would have imagined a dick could get wedged inside a pussy. Robin’s vagina sucked and squeezed and massaged his pecker. He had never felt anything like this before, had never felt anything so wonderful! He only paused a second or two to enjoy the sensations, though, because he was way past ready to give his student the fucking that she wanted. He gripped Robin’s hips firmly with his hands and began to yank his cock back out of her amazing cunt. It was no easy task. Her pussy didn’t want to give up what it had wanted inside it so badly. But, finally, with a loud sucking sound as if some vacuum seal had been broken, Mr. Anthony’s cock moved, and he was able to pull it back so that just the thick head was still inside the young girl’s twat.
Then, he plunged in again shoving all seven inches back inside Robin at once, and she squealed loudly - whether in delight or in pain or a combination of the two, he couldn’t tell. And, he was so crazed with lust that he really didn’t care at that precise moment. All that mattered to him right now was his cock and her cunt and fucking it just as hard and as fast as he could.
Robin’s squeals and grunts gradually subsided in volume but kept pace with her teacher’s stroking in and out of her cunt. She seemed perfectly content to let him ram and stretch her cunt all night long.
“Unghhh! Unghhhh! Unghhhhhh!” her grunts lengthened as Mr. Anthony regained a bit of control and began using longer and slower but even more emphatic strokes into the young girl’s twat. Her grunting was interspersed with an occasional “Fuck me!” or a “Shove it in me!” but, for the most part, Robin was so into getting fucked that she could only grunt incoherently. That was more noise that Mr. Anthony had the energy to make, though. He was fairly amazed that he hadn’t cum all over the place yet as hot as Robin had gotten him, but he was beginning to get that tell-tale tingling in his cockhead which told him it wouldn’t be much longer before he did.

***** END PART 5

“Teacher’s Aide” part 6 (final)…

Suddenly, Mr. Anthony stopped dead still with his dick firmly planted all the way up to his balls in his student’s hot, tight cunt as the realization of his impending orgasm triggered another, more serious thought.
“Robin honey, are you on the pill?” he asked, holding his cock absolutely still inside her, willing himself not to cum yet.
“Oh, ooo, no, Mr. A, ummmm, ahhh,” she answered slowly, looking back over her shoulder at him, still wiggling her ass against his pelvis. “Just be really careful, ummmm, ahhh, when you’re about to cum.”
“Well, yeah, we don’t want you getting pregnant, Sweetheart,” he answered; his brow still creased in a frown.
“Ummm, oooo, just pull it out when you’re ready, ummm, to, ah, cum,” the brown-haired cutie grunted, “’cause, mmmm, ah, I want to suck you dry, ahhh, ooo, anyway.” Mr. Anthony nearly blew his load right up inside her just from the mental image Robin put in his head of her swallowing his cum down her sweet throat. It was something he’d fantasized of doing to Robin many times but would never have asked her to do.
“Uh, okay honey,” he grunted quietly, beginning to slide his cock in and out of her ever so slowly again, trying to make this absolutely awesome fuck last as long as he could.
“Oh, God, yes! Fuck me Mr. A! Fuck me hard!” Robin wailed, making the teacher immediately go into overdrive with his cockstrokes again. Even after all this, though, he was still taken a little by surprise by the teenager’s next shouted command.
“Spank me, Mr. A! Slap my ass so I can cum!” Robin cried plaintively, grinding her ass harder and harder back against the older man’s long, hard strokes. “Please spank me!” Mr. Anthony shook his head, still not quite believing that he was hearing such a request from a 16-year-old, but finally decided to give her what she wanted. He slowed his stroking down again and took the open palm of his right hand and slapped Robin lightly on her pale, freckled ass cheek, making a barely audible, “smack”. He immediately felt the young girl’s cunt grab onto his cock even tighter than it had before, and he had to fight to regain enough control not to cum inside her.
“Harder, Mr. A. spank me harder!” she cried breathlessly, so he did it. “Smack!” cracked his palm against her ass, hard enough this time to leave bright red finger marks on her pale skin, and the effect on the girl was miraculous. Mr. Anthony gasped out loud a split second after slapping Robin’s ass as her cunt seemed to try and pinch off his cock inside it, and he felt her body begin to shake and spasm as she shot over the edge into orgasm again.
“Oh, God, I’m cumming” the teacher shouted, loosing control entirely. He had just enough presence of mind to yank his twitching cock out of Robin’s tight pink hole barely in time to spew the first long splash of jism across her ass cheeks and up her bare back, luckily with only a drop of two getting on her bunched-up skirt. Robin, hearing her teacher call out, moved speedily despite her own body’s shaking and writhing and managed to turn and kneel very nearly in time to catch the second splat of cum in her mouth. She just missed, though, and the sticky white glob splattered on her forehead and splashed up into her hair. Robin got the next one, though, wrapping her lips around the head of Mr. Anthony’s spewing cock and sucking and swallowing mightily, draining every single drop of her teacher’s sperm down her throat, while Mr. Anthony could only stand there, trying to keep from hyperventilating and barely able to reach down and stroke his pretty student’s hair while she continued to suck his cock magnificently.
“Damn! That was great!” she whispered softly, taking her teacher’s cock from between her lips for a moment to speak.
“You’re telling me!” Mr. Anthony answered breathlessly, softly running his fingers through Robin’s hair while she went back to work, gently slurping on his rapidly deflating cock. “Oh, Darling, I’m sorry that I got stuff all over you, but I came so damn fast!” Mr. Anthony apologizes when he sees the strand of sperm on Robin’s forehead and in her hair.
“Hehehe, hmmmm,” she giggled, after kissing the tip of his penis once more, “I don’t mind having your cum on me. I’d take a bath in it if I could Mr. A!” That said, Robin reached up with one finger and wiped the jism off of her forehead and then sucked it off her finger. “Damn, you’re delicious!” she says, grinning and smacking her lips.
“So are you Honey, so are you!” Mr. Anthony answers sincerely.
“Ooo, damn! I gotta get outa here and get home!” the 16-year-old exclaims when she glances up at the wall clock. “Hang on while I run down to the ladies’ room and get the rest of this off of me.” Mr. Anthony has to grin as he watches the young girl race for the door, with one hand clutching her sweater and purse, and the other one holding her skirt up around her waist so that it doesn’t get any more cum on it. He sighs and smiles contentedly as he watches her bare ass cheeks and tits wiggle and jiggle out of sight.
Mr. Anthony slumps back down in his chair, too drained to even pull his pants up, and waits for Robin to return. She’s back in a few minutes, fully clothed unfortunately, and sits down on top of the desk in front of his again, grinning from ear to ear. Her grin gets even wider when he sees her reach into her purse and pull out her panties, and then it’s his turn to grin as he gets to watch her slowly and sensuously pull them up her legs and over her luscious young pussy.
“Whew!” he breathes quietly when she’s finished, feeling the stirrings of another erection jolting through his cock.
“That was absolutely wonderful Teach!” she says quietly, smiling at him while she walks around to his side of the desk. Then, she kneels down until her face is level with his already one-third erect cock. “Damn, I sure wish I had the time for us to put this to use,” she says wistfully, smiling up at him, “but I don’t won’t to get in trouble the very first time we make love.” Mr. Anthony nods in agreement, especially happy to hear her say “the first time”. “So, I’ll just give this gorgeous cock a goodbye kiss,” she coos and then leans over to gently kiss the head of Mr. Anthony’s pecker and softly sucks it two or three times. “So he’ll remember me.”
“Robin, there’s no doubt that my cock will remember you quite well,” Mr. Anthony sighed, reaching out to run his fingers through her hair again.
“So, does that mean that I can count on you to give me the extra, ummmm, help I need after school?” Robin asks with a sly smile as she gives his cock a final kiss and stands up, straightening her clothing as she does.
“Yes ma’am, it does indeed,” he answered; all thought of caution and his teaching career are blocked out completely for the moment. “Anytime you need help, you just let me know, and I’ll be more than happy to give you anything you need!”
“Cool!” she replied sweetly, looking for just a moment exactly the part of a sweet, innocent 16-year-old, but then she leaned over and gave her teacher a hard, hot, wet kiss before grabbing up her bag and fairly prancing out the door, stopping only long enough to wave and blow him a kiss before disappearing into the hallway.
“Well, damn!” Mr. Anthony muttered softly after she had gone. He finally got up enough energy to get dressed, gather up his things and head for home, thinking all the while that you just never knew when the teacher would end up learning something from the student.

***** END PART 6

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