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Filename: teacher2.txt
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story_codes: M/g(11), cons

story_intro: After a romp with Aimee's lush body in his dreams, Brian finds a new nighttime thrill with the lean and athletic Lacy. Together, they make interesting use of some gymnastics equipment.


story_language: English



Teacher's Crush, Story 2

Written by madvlad


	"So does that make sense, now?" Brian asked.

	The student paused for a moment, leaning a little lower over the side of his desk as she peered at the notes he had made on the handout she had from an earlier science class. She slowly nodded but held her pose a moment longer to give him a view of cleavage that no other sixth grader in the school had. Aimee's generous body had plumped her tits out quite nicely.

	Last night, Brian had felt those young breasts in his hands and in his mouth. Or at least he had done so in a dream so vivid that he had to dump his sheets in the washer before he left for school. Like quite a few of the girls in his Extended Period study hall after normal hours, Aimee liked to flirt. He wondered what she'd think of how he had used her in his dreamscape while she willingly took it and demanded more. At age eleven, it wasn't as if she had the sexual experience she pretended to in her playful conduct. Did she?

	"Thanks, Mr. Chester," she replied as she stood straight. 

	As she turned to go back to her desk, she gave his desk the familiar brush with her soft hip. Noticing the extra bags by her desk, he called out.

	"What's with all of the extra stuff?" he asked. "Did you beg for extra homework?"

	"No," Aimee laughed. "It's Lacy's knapsack and the other bag is her clothes because she has her bike today."

	"Bike? I thought one of your parents always drove you two?"

	"Her mom did this morning. But she also brought her bike because she's doing this thing today - something for a junior triathalon they're going to do."

	"That's running, biking, and swimming, right?"

	"Uh huh," Aimee answered with a nod. "She said she's starting with one sport's practice a day. Here at school it's biking or running. On the weekends, it will be swimming at the junior college pool because we don't have a pool here. I wish we did."

	Brian nodded, apparently in sympathy. Actually, he wouldn't mind seeing the athletic Lacey in a swimsuit.

	"There would be, like, sooo much chlorine and stuff in it," opined Kayla as she dabbed polish on her fingernails, drawing nods from her two equally blonde friends.

	"But running and biking, it's like, all sweaty and stuff," Taylor countered.

	"Eww!" Marcie chimed in, adding her own intellectual spin to the discussion.

	Brian didn't expect anything more - or less - from the "Buffy Triplets".

	The classroom door opened, stalling any further commentary from the Buffies. A short girl in her usual hand-me-down attire nervously came in. Aimee gave her a friendly wave, which seemed to flummox the newcomer. The girl approached Brian's desk, her loose shirt a flopping as she moved. It made her look even smaller than she was.

	"Mr. Chester," she said. "I, uh...this."

	She handed a slip of paper to Brian that he recognized as a teacher's pass - she must have stayed to get some help from another teacher before coming to E.P.

	"Thank you, Jaina," he said, cutting her nervous agony short.

	Behind her, the Buffies snickered. Jaina's blush deepened slightly, but she seemed no more troubled by the trio as she was by Aimee's polite greeting. Brian mentally shook his head. The kid had self-esteem issues - worse than the usual preadolescent at her age - and couldn't even handle a simple conversation. 

	Without another word, Jaina retreated to her usual back corner of the classroom where she once again scribbled in her purple notebook. Brian worried that in a few years, she might scribble a suicide note in there. But then another girl, tall with long red hair, was at his desk for some help. 

	Camilla was a relief in that she was never overt in with Brian beyond favoring him a smile. As was often the case, most of her time in E.P. was spent on her homework so she was free to do whatever once she was picked up. Today, she gave him the usual nice smile that showed the braces on her teeth but did not torment him with any flirting and Brian gratefully put his attention on her spelling issues.

	The E.P. was nearly over when Lacy arrived. Brian clenched his teeth to keep from gaping when he saw her. Having finished her bicycling, Lacy was dressed in matching spandex shorts and a crop top - black with neon green trim. Her skin was bathed in a light sheen of perspiration and the Buffies were not pleased.

	There was barely a bust beneath the top but he could see the modest curve. And the shorts beautifully accentuated her lithe figure. There was absolutely no puffiness of flesh above the waistband of her shorts - she was perfectly lean. Even her navel had assumed the vertical shape of a well-toned woman. 

	A camel toe in the crotch would have been nice but there was only a vague swelling. Still, it was there. And when she turned her back to him to talk to Aimee, her taut buttocks beckoned from beneath their stretchy confines. Now if there was only a way he could "accidentally" walk from his desk and cop a feel...

	Uh huh.

	"Down boy," he silently admonished himself.

	"Mr. Chester, Aimee's mom is here. I put my bike in her van," Lacy informed him.

	"Okay, you can go," the teacher replied. "Hope you had a good practice."

	"Yeah, go," said Marcie in a snide voice. "Before you, like, drip on somebody."

	Lacy grinned and put her hands on Marcie's desk, leaning in close to the other girl who leaned back in her chair, repelled.

	"You should try something sweaty," Lacy said in an overly sweet voice. "You'll love it."

	Brian managed not to laugh. Did Lacy actually mean her words to be sexual in nature or was she just playing on Marcie's aversion to anything that might spoil her looks? But Aimee and some other nearby girls (not Kayla or Taylor) did giggle. 

	Lacy looked away from Marcie and toward the back corner. If Jaina had noticed the little exchange, she gave no indication as she kept writing in her notebook. Lacy looked a little disappointed and Brian was proud of her -and Aimee - for trying to coax their classmate out of her shell. And he was certainly approving of that cute little butt as it twitched next to Aimee's wobbling one as they left the classroom.

	When the bell rang fifteen minutes later, the rest of the students filed out to meet their rides. As usual, Jaina was the last to leave and didn't seem to be in any hurry to get picked up. Brian might have wondered about what else was wrong in her life but the images of Lacy in spandex were connecting wires from his memory to his groin. 

	"Will you work out with me, Mr. Chester?"

	It was a logical question for Lacy to ask since they were in the school gymnasium, alone. Brian was surprised at all the actual gymnastics equipment here - he had never noticed it before. But they could hold the Olympics here with all of this gear.

	Lacy was standing in front of him, still sweaty in her spandex and her gray eyes locked on him. When he nodded, she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the bottom of her crop top, and pulled it off. As she was tugging it from her head, Brian got a good look as her small mounds popped free of the confining material. 

	He could have easily covered each budding mammary with the palm of his hand but despite their diminutive size; they were firm like the rest of her preteen body, pushing out perhaps an inch from her otherwise flat torso. Two little triangles of pale skin on Lacy's chest showed how little of herself she kept covered from the sun. The whiteness highlighted her budding breasts, shiny with her sweat as well. 

	"Lift me," she said.

	Gripping her by the waist, he picked her up until she grabbed the pair of gymnastics rings dangling from the ceiling. The rings were a men's event but Lacy seemed at ease as she dangled from them. With her arms stretched above her head, her body was pulled taut, making her titlets nearly disappear although her nipples perked out like pink exotic berries.

	Brian slid his hands up along the hanging girl's sides, letting his thumbs slide over the small, fleshy pads of the sixth grader's breasts. Lacy wriggled as she dangled, trying to push her chest against his busy fingers as he now massaged her chest. Leaning in, he sucked on one nipple, hearing the hiss of Lacy's sharp inhalation. Teasing her with nibbles for a moment, he then sucked harder, drawing the new tit flesh away from her chest. 

	Lacy panted, her hands remaining locked on the rings while her blooming mounds were gnawed and suckled. 

	"Please," she gasped. "I can't use my hands now...you know."

	Yes, Brian knew. Lacy remained still as she took the waistband of her shorts and began rolling them down. He peeled them from her, revealing another white triangle - this one between her legs and culminating with the trim, smooth slit at the junction of her tanned and sculpted thighs. It too, gleamed, and Brian knew it wasn't sweat there. 

	Lacy opened her legs, bringing them up at a ninety-degree angle to her body to bring her adult lover in. The purple head of Brian's cock mashed against the hairless mound, momentarily covering the cleft before he felt the dew-covered lips spread and slide around his glans. Like the rest of her, the girl's entrance was taut, the flesh wetly scraping over his member before the oily sheath of her prepubescent snatch enclosed him.

	Lacy wrapped her legs around him. Although she wasn't tall enough to completely encircle him, she did manage a strong grip. Using her legs, she pulled herself on to him, practically growling as Brain took her full measure. 

	Letting the girl lead, he stroked in time with the flexing of her legs, pushing inward when she pulled him. Their rhythms became one and Brian was driving hard between Lacy's smooth, athletic young thighs. Her budding breasts still seemed almost nonexistent with her body stretched, but her nipples bobbed ever so slightly with the copulation between teacher and student. 

	Brian understood that it was Lacy fucking him and not the other way around. She hammered her slender body, impaling it on his member with released abandon. Lacy smiled beautifully, feeling the impending triumph of her body. 

	She jolted hard, wracked by the first convulsion. It made the slick, clenching surface of her pussy twist on him, coaxing the release from his testicles. Brian poured his jism into the sweaty, supple body of the eleven year-old, jacking up her climax as she reacted to the warm waves of semen breaking inside of her. 

	Releasing the rings, Lacy put her arms around Brian's head. When he caught her ass to steady her, he found the sweaty and smooth cheeks as compact as they had appeared under her shorts. Heaving with the exertion of their coupling, Lacy let her weight rest against him as he carried her to another piece of equipment.

	When he set her down on the pommel horse, Lacy smiled and removed her arms from him. She looked down, murmuring sexily as she saw the man's still hardened organ jammed into her bald sex. She leaned back, grabbing the pommel horse's handles to steady herself until her upper half was perfectly horizontal, extending out from the apparatus. 

	Lacy then spread her legs wide, using only her hands to hold her perfectly still while her teacher fucked her athletic young body again. Her snug little pussy squelched rudely with the remnants of his last load and the fluids of her arousal. Brian drove into her with all of his force, testing her strength until he shot his seed into her, making her quake with her own returned climax.

	"More," she panted. "I can do more...no!"

	Lacy whined when he withdrew. She didn't want to let go of the handles and only did so after he tugged insistently at one hand. 

	"What are you...?" she mumbled as he turned her over on the pommel horse. 

	Now the sixth grader's tanned rump was presented to him, the white lamps above highlighting the taut arcs of her girlish ass. Brian could see a thin white horizontal line above the buttocks, signifying what she had worn in the sun. But the vertical portion was not to be seen - the little minx had worn a thong. 

	"How deep did it ride in there?" Brian teased as he pried at the firm globes.

	Lacy giggled when he had spread her buns enough to locate the milky line of her modesty. But she wriggled impatiently while he held her like that. She still wanted him in her oozing cunt - the sooner the better. His reply came in a touch between her buttocks, right at the spot where...

	"Uh, no. I've never done it like that," she grunted. 

	"That's what training is for," he answered, pushing against the girl's sphincter.

	Lacy protested weakly as he bored into her ass. Her strength showed in the muscular ring of her anus as it compressed against his sliding shaft. But she could not stop him, discovering a new sensuality as her sphincter was agitated by the carnal friction. 

	When Brian's crinkly pubic hair pressed against her smooth bottom, she groaned as she understood he was fully inside of her. Of course, she had felt the deepening penetration inside her virgin ass but now she understood just how far he had gone.

	Brian took one of her hands put it on the handle on that same side of her body. Lacy understood the rest and grasped the other handle, lying between them with her rear skewered for the first time.

	With long, forceful thrusts, Brian sodomized the preteen. As her hairless pussy rubbed against the pommel horse, Lacy worked her pert bottom against the tool that was driving between her gleaming buttocks. With the eleven year-old's soft rectum caressing his cock and the ring of her asshole compressed mightily around his sliding shaft, Brain worked at a frenzied pace, making her ponytail whip as she lifted her head. 

	There was a full-length mirror on the wall and the two of them could see themselves. Lacy's eyes were partially glazed and her tongue dabbed at her lips while the man slammed his prick into her freshly opened bottom. Since she was still gripping the handles, he reached forward and took her by the shoulders. Pulling her upper body upward, he could see her little tits in the mirror, shiny with new sweat.

	Now she was curved like a bow, the angle driving her saturated cunt against the pommel horse in concert with the savage lancing in her bowels. With wordless syllables, she shouted a cadence of the buggery. Her earlier reluctance was now full lust and her deflowered bottom twisted and convulsed, demanding his seed. 

	Brian complied with huge gets of jism that belied his earlier releases. Pounding the writhing preteen with his cream, he coated her snug, anal interior and kept going until the pressure of his continuing load made her mewl in discomfort. 

	With his prick still implanted inside the sixth grader, Brian considered his next move when a rude noise invaded. It meant he had to leave but he wanted more of Lacy.

	"Nungh," he muttered as he hand slapped at the clock radio by his bed. 

	Eventually he sat up, finding himself exhausted and exhilarated as if at the end of an intense workout. He must have been sweating mightily, too, as his sheets were wet from...

	Shaking his head, he wondered if all of this exposure to young girls was drawing him back into 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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