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story_codes: M/g(11), cons

story_intro: For a little extra pay, Brian Chester has taken on extra work in addition to his normal teaching hours to monitor an after-school study hall. His particular room has attracted some rather luscious -looking sixth graders, who to the young teacher's dismay, attract his prurient attention. He plays it safe by reverting to his teacher's authoritarian role until one girl crashes those barriers.


story_language: English



Teacher's Crush, Story 1

Written by madvlad


	It didn't go unnoticed by the faculty at Bradford Middle School that Brian Chester's E.P. class demographics had tilted heavily toward the female side. The school's Extended Period, or E.P. was an additional, two-hour classroom study hall for kids who wanted or needed to stay over for late parental pick-up after extra-curricular activities when school buses no longer ran. Some of the kids stayed late because their parents didn't want them home alone. At twenty-four and with college loans to whittle upon, Brian volunteered for E.P. to get extra pay.

	He had been assigned the sixth grade E.P., one of three teachers covering for that grade in different classrooms. Since E.P. was only loosely administered, the students could pick which classroom they wanted as long as they stayed relatively quiet - subdued conversations were allowed. 

	Although not Hollywood handsome, Brian was reasonably good-looking and soon girls were rushing to fill the seats in his classroom. Boys snickered (although some were a bit jealous) and made a point of going to one of the other classrooms. In the teacher's lounge, Brian took the good-natured ribbing about his "fan club" with a grin and a shrug. He dated women casually and had been seen out in town with some of them, so no one could have expected the prurient attraction that his prolonged exposure to preteen girls nurtured. And unlike some of his frat buddies, none of his colleagues tossed out the time-dishonored nom-de-sex of "Chester the Molester" his way.

	In college, he had discovered an interest in younger teen girls after a couple of them managed to sneak into a frat party. When he went looking for a teaching position, he figured he'd be safe from his vices in a middle or elementary school. But after a month of sixth grade students both in his regular mathematics classes and in E.P., he found himself wondering what these younger ones would be like after a few beers had disintegrated their inhibitions.

	While it was exciting - both from a carnal nature and the burning presence of an illicit secret - Brian was also disturbed at the idea that one day he might slip - a stare in the wrong place for too long, and accidental touch that lingered, or, in one horrific daydream, walking into the gym locker room shower and standing rooted in place, unable to move as he gaped at the screaming 'tweens while they scurried for their towels. 

	Before E.P., he began a regular practice of solving complex math riddles to purge his mind of any nastiness that had arisen during the day. It helped, but the less restrained atmosphere of E.P., the girls were a little more flirtatious. Temptation drew out the two hours ever longer.

	"Can you help me with this, Mr. Chester?"

	Chester knew the voice before he reluctantly looked up. Of course, he knew nearly all of the voices by now. He looked up into the startling green eyes of Aimee, getting stuck there for a moment. Then his gaze swept down, her very chubby (okay, fat) features. Thanks to her extra weight, her bust was the biggest in her class, puffing out above her ample stomach. 

	And despite her girth, the girl was still a stunner. Brian couldn't explain it - and neither did he dare to delve into the mysteries of her attractive powers. 

	Aimee leaned forward over his desk, her brown bangs swinging outward while her young tits stressed her bra as they pushed against her shirt. For someone stuck on a science homework question, she looked inordinately pleased.

	Turning her paper at an angle where he could read it and she could follow his guidance, he patiently explained the process of solving the problem without doing the actual work for her. He was there to teach - not do the actual problem. She hung on every word, leaning closer to him until he could smell whatever fragrance she was wearing. What the hell did sixth graders wear? Damn, it smelled good on her but was not going to mention it. 

	When he was finished, she thanked him, giving him a dazzling smile before slowly turning to return to her desk. And when she ground the side of her rounded hip against the edge of his desk as she rotated, Brian knew it was no accident.

	Giggling made him look up sharply, worried that his lustful interest might have been noticed. But no - it was the Buffy Triplets.

	They weren't related and none of the three was named Buffy, but it was a name bestowed upon them by one exasperated English teacher. Since said teacher was a woman, it was not deemed politically incorrect. 

	"I'd expect any of them to be named Buffy," she groused, rolling her eyes.

	The Buffies, actually three blondes named Marcie, Taylor, and Kayla, were prepubescent slaves to what tween magazines deemed to be high school fashion. Short skirts, tight shirts, and as much make-up as they could get away with (and stuff in their small, neon-colored purses) were their regular attire. "Eleven going on twenty-two," the teacher had said with a resigned shake of her head.

	Eleven and majoring in street-walking, Brian had thought to himself. He might have taken some comfort in knowing that he wasn't the only teacher to have that thought, but no one harboring that in their heads was going to reveal it.

	As always, they were speaking in hushed tones, gawking at magazines and talking as if they knew all about flirting and boys. When their laughter got too loud, Brian would shush them, getting batted eyelashes in return before they collectively giggled at each other but at least kept the volume down for another twenty or thirty minutes. This time, it only took a look from him for them to get the reminder. Taylor tilted her head and gave him an endearing smile but he looked back at his math puzzle as if to prove she had no effect on him.

	"Hi Mr. Chester," another girl chirped as she walked in.

	Brian looked to see the slim girl giving him an easy smile. It seemed innocent enough but he thought he detected a sparkle in her gray eyes. 

	Or it might have been some sweat that dripped from her forehead. 

	Lacy was also blonde - but definitely no Buffy. She was an athletic girl who spent much of E.P. at the high school next door at soccer and track practice. There were sometimes some eight graders who were allowed to practice with their high school counterparts but Lacy was a prodigy when it came to sports and she more than held her own on the field.

	"Hi Lacy, did you bury the competition today?"

	"Sure," she laughed as she walked past him.

	In profile, he could see inside of the loose, sleeveless shirt she wore. But any titty flesh he might have spied was snugly hidden beneath the sports bra she wore. All he got was the shape of a nearly flat mound. Still, the thought of what she might be starting to grow on her chest made his penis stir.

	If none of the eighteen people had the same combination of books, the writing said, what was the...Brian desperately concentrated on his puzzle. 

	He could hear Lacy speaking to Aimee and then the rustle of book bags as the pair stood up. Apparently, they lived in the same neighborhood and Lacy's mother usually picked them up when Lacy's practice was over.

	"Bye Mr. Chester," Aimee cooed as she started to rise from her desk.

	Brian gave them a quick smile and a wave, both sorry and relieved to see them go. 

	"Bye, Jaina," Lacy kindly called to a girl sitting in the back right corner.

	The object of Lacy's attention was fiercely concentrating on the notebook in which she was writing. At the sound of her name, the girl's head shot up, her brown eyes wide and startled. She mumbled something and lowered her head again, letting her shoulder length dark hair further obscure her face like curtains on the side. Jaina was the only one of Brian's E.P. regulars whose voice he wouldn't be able to recognize without seeing her face. She was in one of his math classes and did better than average work although speaking aloud in class nearly brought her to tears. In E.P. he left her alone and she took comfort in her quiet refuge in the back of the room.

	Jaina's clothing was usually a hodge-podge of slightly over-large clothes that were likely hand-me-downs from an older sister. The Buffy Triplets had often sneered at her attire which apparently was about five years out of date. Today, they again had fun at Jaina's expense.

	"You know she doesn't have any boobs," Madison hissed to her friends. "She doesn't even have a training bra."

	"We should get her one with Sesame Street characters on it," Kayla snickered, just loud enough to carry further.

	In her corner, Jaina hunkered down lower in her chair.

	"She thinks she can hide it in those baggy shirts," Taylor added. "But she's like a two by four. Totally flat and..."

	"In desperate need of a screw!" Madison and Taylor chimed in.

	Brian slapped his palm against his desk, the report loud enough to abruptly cut off the giggles. The Buffies looked at him; their smirks beginning until they caught his glare. They had gone too far.

	Brian looked at Jaina, only to see her head bent lower over her notebook. Was she crying? He might have gone over to check but she would have been even more mortified if her tears were outed.

	Sighing, he saw Aimee moving sideways behind her desk to join Lacy. The girl paused and adjusted her angle. With deliberation, she brushed against the corner of the desk, pressing the crotch of her bulging, husky girl jeans against the pressboard wood until she was around to the side. She had kept her eyes on him as she did so before turning to walk with Lacy out of the door. 

	Twenty six minutes left...

	Salvation came with the ringing of the bell. The Buffies left, chattering and oblivious to everyone else. One of their parents would collect the trio to take them...where, he did not know. What kind of clothing stores did they haunt?

	As he stuffed his puzzle book in his knapsack, Brian noticed Jaina still huddled over her notebook. He quietly approached her, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. Her frame was pitifully thin beneath her shirt and she looked up at him in alarm.

	"It's time to go," he said with an easy smile. "Are you okay?"

	"Huh? Uh, yeah," she said in a whispery voice as she closed her notebook. 

	Brian didn't get a good look at her eyes but wouldn't have been surprised if they were a little red. But he didn't try to get a better view - that would be prying and Jaina clearly valued her privacy. As she exited the classroom, Brian recalled the feel of her shoulder under his hand. The Buffies were right about one thing - he had felt no straps. Poor Jaina had yet to grow her way into a bra.

	"Can you help me with this, Mr. Chester?"

	The math problem in his puzzle book seemed to start dancing on the page. Brian looked up to check Aimee's next homework issue. But instead of paper, it was a bra that was in Amy's outstretched hand. She dropped it on his desk and he stared dumbly at it, noting it was more advanced than a training bra. 

	"Mr. Chester?"

	Brian looked up again, wondering about this prank. But Aimee's chubby young tits were bare before him, the pink nipples amazingly long in their erect state. They poked at him as if to order him to suck them.

	"Please, Mr. Chester," Aimee begged. "I need help with my boobs. And I've got an itch real bad."

	She was humping the desk and the oily noises told him something was wet. Oh, she was wet. And naked. And polishing the edge of his desk as she humped it. Her belly was round and fat but also solid as it jiggled firmly with her motions. 

	Brian bolted from his chair and pulled the student onto his desk. He knew he was doing that to preserve her modesty since she was nude in the classroom - surely against school rules. But those luscious boobies...just a quick taste would be okay since he was helping her.

	He lightly onto a nipple, making Aimee sigh loudly - possibly enough to get the attention of the other students. That would be an awkward thing but Brian sucked harder on the preteen's breast, opening his mouth to suck the soft mound into it. 

	"Ahhh," Aimee groaned as he gnawed and pulled with his mouth, her hard nipple digging at his tongue. 

	Needing to have her tit, Brian had to keep her still. With both hands, he grasped the girl's fat ass cheeks, gripping the pillowy curves hard. Aimee murmured something in his ear.

	"Huh?" he mumbled around his mouthful of prepubescent breast.

	"I'm hungry," she breathed.

	Brian pulled away, disappointed they had to stop for a task.

	"Oooh! That's what I want," Aimee cooed as she spied the tent-like appearance of her teacher's crotch and instantly dropped to her knees.

	It took her no time to get him unzipped. Brian's dick sprang out, only to disappear into the saliva-rich suction of the sixth grader's mouth. Aimee mumbled rudely, punctuating it with slurps as she pistoned her head back and forth along his tool. The girl's round cheeks pulled in tightly while her compressed lips massaged his prick. 

	Brian didn't last long and blasted his wad into her mouth. Aimee took it all, swallowing heavy. It seemed as if her actions were forcing his balls to keep spewing. His ejaculations lasted insanely long, repeating in achingly sweet bursts until at last Aimee was satisfied with the load he had sent down her throat. 

	Brian yanked her to her feet, eager to get more of her. His index and middle fingers found her crotch, discovering the smoothness and finding it pleasingly plump like the rest of her. Aimee slammed her hips against him, her dripping twat taking both digits inside like her mouth had done with his prick. 

	She was humping him with gusto, making the last knuckles on his hand grind against her clit. And then Brian was hard again as if Aimee had never drained him so thoroughly. Grabbing her by the ass, he swung her around to throw her on the desk, only to find her landing on the bed in his old frat house room. He fell on top of her, fumbling like an adolescent as he positioned himself between the preteen's chunky and invitingly spread thighs. 

	Aimee's hairless vulva opened around the man's invading rod. The interior was hot and swampy, pulling him in like her mouth had done. He buried himself completely inside her before her cunny clenched along his entire length to claim him. But she could not keep him from moving and she made small animal noises as he slid in and out of her prepubescent tunnel, kneading the slippery flesh with his hardness.

	Aimee's legs hooked around him, flexing as he thrust inside her plush young body. Her mouth hung open while she panted and her hands scrabbled for her quivering titties. With eager fingers, she squeezed her plump growths; pinching the nipples and making the pink tips bulge between her fingers. Further inflamed by the display, Brian drove harder. The eleven year-old's green eyes glowed with lust as she was ruthlessly pronged by her favorite teacher. 

	With every plunge into the slobbering preteen hole, Brian made Aimee whine ever more anxiously. With a throaty cry, she released her self-mauled tits, throwing her arms wide as she came. She met his thrusts with her own, slamming her hips at him while her ample belly and titties surged with the force of her climax. With equal and opposite reaction, Brian slammed her developing body with sharp bursts from his balls, flooding the young girl's most intimate place with fully mature sperm. 

	He wanted to rest - to collapse against the round, smooth form beneath him. But Aimee wasn't having any of that. She wriggled beneath him, making her creamed twat grab at and release him. Soon she was successful and Brian felt himself stiffening once more while inside the preteen pussy. 

	It was if Brian was getting bigger than he ever had before. At first, he thought it was his imagination but then he saw Aimee flinch for a moment. Then she got used to his increasing girth sweetly testing the limits of her nubile little snatch.

	The fit was so perfect and Brian withdrew enough to heave himself into her oozing, pliable pleasure hole.

	"Even flo-ow...thoughts arrive like butterfli-ies..."

	What the fuck was Pearl Jam doing here?"

	Brian blinked in the darkness as his clock radio blared.

	Ah, fuck you, Eddie.

	Then he shivered, frightened by the illicit content of his dream. What if someone knew? But how? And who? The Dream Police? Nah, that was Cheap Trick, not Eddie Vedder and crew.

	Okay, it was okay, he told himself. It was all inside his head - just more weird shit like everyone else carried in their brains, never daring them to share them with the world. All inside, nothing had escaped.

	Except for the stickiness inside his top sheet that he hadn't experienced since adolescence.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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