Chapter 5
"What kept you?" Mrs. Whittier asked, when she saw her daughter enter the house a little before five.
"I went over to one of my girlfriend's house."
"Well," she said with a shrug of her shoulders, "go get changed and come set the table."
Irene went up to her bedroom, grabbed a change of clothing and then ran for the bathroom. Stripping herself, she realized that she actually did have a very nice body, wondering what it would be like to let Jimmy see her without any clothes. Also, she was just as curious as Jimmy about the appearance of the opposite sex.
Washing her belly of the dried semen, she thought what it would be like to actually have the stiff cock inside her cunt.
Shaking her head, as if she were trying to jar the thought from her mind, she told herself that she wouldn't even thing of it until she had spoken to the teacher about her problem.
Pulling on her dungarees, she pulled them high around her waist, letting the rough cloth rub her sensitive vagina.
Tomorrow, she told herself, I'll find out exactly what I can do or cannot do.
During every class, her thoughts wandered to the previous day as well as to the way she would approach the teacher. He would be shocked if she just walked up to him and asked, 'Can I let somebody fuck me or can't I?"
She knew it would have to be done gradually, so that one could put a little faith and trust in the other.
Finally, when the bell rang, ending her last class for the day, she knew she was only a few minutes away from what she thought would be the truth. Irene put a lot of trust in the recent college graduate and she hoped he wouldn't be dishonest with her as most males, as she was told, are.
A few moments later she was knocking on the teachers' room. A woman teacher, in her late twenties or early thirties opened the door and asked, with a fake smile on her face, what she wanted.
"Is Mr. Allen here?" Irene asked nervously, thinking that perhaps all this wasn't quite a great idea.
"No," she told Irene, "but he'd right behind you," she added with a laugh.
Irene turned around with a startled look on her face. "Oh!" she exclaimed, now that she was actually face to face with the man.
"You wanted to see me? Are you Irene Whittier?"
Irene nodded, all the while staring into his eyes.
"What did you want to see me about?"
Irene didn't answer. "God! He's big," she thought. "He must be at least six-two and a hundred and eighty pounds. He looks strong, too. And he's really good lookin', too."
"Well?" Mr. Allen asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"What? Oh! I wanted to talk with you, but in private," Irene said, saying the last word very slowly for the benefit of the latly teacher who was still standing in the doorway.
The woman turned and left, leaving the door open.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I can't tell you here. Is there someplace where we can go so nobody'll hear?"
"There's a conference room down the hall. I guess we can go there." It was obvious that Mr. Allen didn't cherish the thought of having to spend any more time than was legally required with a student.
Reaching into the room, Mr. Allen pulled on the doorknob and closed the door. "Let's go," he muttered.
Irene followed obediently, watching as the man took one step for her two. The young girl was getting frightened of the ordeal she might have to go through. "What," she thought, "if he isn't as open minded as he appears to be?" , She was afraid that he might tell her parents, and that was the last thing she wanted. Irene felt as if she was going to confession, ready to tell the mean old priest, all the horrible things she had done.
Suddenly, the tall, muscular teacher stopped. Irene almost walked into him, stopping herself only a few inches from him.
"Go in there," he directed briskly.
Obeying, she walked into the small, carpeted room. A large table sat in the middle of the floor, with a dozen chairs packed close to each other. One wall was all window, made of fogged glass, while the three other walls were all painted a sickening green. A single picture hung from the wall opposite the window.
"Well, sit down," he instructed, noticing the girl was waiting for him to enter.
"If ... if," she stuttered, "if you don't want to talk or something, I guess I can come back tomorrow?"
"No, not tomorrow. What's the problem?" he demanded in a tone slightly above normal.
"I don't think I can talk to you today," she stuttered. The man was frightening her, and all she wanted to do was get out of that room as quickly as possible.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" he asked again, this time holding his head as he spoke.
"Do you feel okay?" she said.
"I feel fine. All I have is a little headache." He was lying. He had a phenomenal headache. Probably, he thought, one of the biggest in history.
"When," he told himself, "you go through a full fucking seven hours with all those little bastards, it's really a miracle you're not dead."
"You don't look too good," Irene noted.
"As a matter-of-fact," he told her quite agitated, "I don't feel good. I feel lousy. I have a miserable little headache, and the last thing I needed was another student to come around."
Irene stood up to leave.
"No," he begged, "wait. I'm sorry." The young man realized that lie was taking it all out on the young girl, even though she wasn't the cause of his trouble. "Can you wait here a few minutes? I want to run out and get a couple of aspirin before I the."
Irene nodded, watching as the man stood and left the room.
Mr. Allen trotted to the teacher's room and barged in. "Does anyone here have any aspirins?" he asked, not directing his question to anyone in particular.
"What's the matter?" a male teacher asked.
"I have a headache, and it's driving me out of my mind."
"I have some in my purse," a woman replied, "HI" get them for you." She stood and walked to the table, lifting her purse from it. Removing a small bottle she handed it to Mr. Allen.
"Thanks," he sighed, quite relieved. Taking out three aspirins, he returned the bottle and went to the fountain. Filling his mouth with water, he dropped the three tablets in, and swallowed.
With a great sigh, as if the headache was already gone, he walked from the room at a normal rate, and headed for the conference room.
Irene was still waiting for him, wondering what was going on. A few times she was tempted to just run out of the room and forget about the whole matter, but she was afraid she might see him in the hall. She jumped when the door opened.
"I'm okay," assured Mr. Allen, "I just had a headache, and had to get some aspirins." He was talking a bit more relaxed now, and calmly sat down across from the young girl.
"Now," he began, "you can tell me what's on your mind."
Silence. Irene had forgotten why she was there. "Well?"
Finally, she remembered. "I ... well, uh. You see...." She couldn't begin. The thoughts were in her mind, but she found it impossible to transform them into words and then let them out of her mouth.
"You're not in any of my classes, are you?" Mr. Allen asked. She shook her head.
"Then why did you want to see me? I don't know you, and I don't know what your problem is. Don't you have a counselor? She would be the one who would really be able to help you, not me."
"I have a counselor," Irene said, able to speak as long as it didn't concern sex, "but I don't think I could trust her. She's too old, and, I think, a little bit too conservative."
"Conservative about what?"
She wanted to blurt it out, but again the words would not form.
"Anyway," he continued, realizing the girl was having difficulty, "why did you pick me instead of any one of the others?"
"I saw you around school, and I liked the way you looked. You're younger than the other teachers, and I thought someone close to my own age would be able to understand my problem."
"Why didn't you pick a woman teacher?"
"I didn't like the way most of them looked. The others, I knew about. I wouldn't go to any of them."
"Okay," he declared, "so now you're here. You want me to help you with a problem, but you won't tell me what the problem is about. Is it a very delicate matter?"
She nodded.
Mr. Allen now had a vague idea what she was talking about. It had something to do, he assumed, with sex in some form. At first, egotistically he thought the girl had a crush on him, but she didn't show it in her eyes. It had to do with something else, but related to sex.
"Sex?"
Irene was startled at the word, but she managed to nod her head.
"Okay. So far we have a problem, and we know it's about sex. Does it have anything to do with boys?" Again she nodded.
His next thought was that she was pregnant, and she wanted him to find an abortionist for her.
"Are you going steady?" he asked.
Finally, Irene mustered up enough courage to speak. "Yes, sort of. Well, not really."
"Have you been having a very close relationship with this boy that you're 'sort of going steady with? I mean, have you been going out with him a long time?"
"No, it started Monday."
"What started Monday? You mean he asked you to go steady with him on Monday?"
"He asked me to go steady yesterday. On Monday was the first time we were ever together."
"I still don't understand," he said, frustrated. His headache was quickly disappearing, but her game was playing on his nerves. If he didn't get a few straight answers, and soon, he would kick her out. "Okay, let me start from the beginning."
"Finally," he muttered under his breath.
"I'm fourteen years old, and, well, I know a little bit about sex and stuff like that. I kinda fooled around a bit, nothin' much, really, but I wanted to know what was right and what was wrong."
"What was right and what was wrong about sex, you mean?"
"Yeah. My mother says that everything is either immoral or illegal. I don't believe most of the stuff my mother tells me, and neither do most of the friends I have-believe what their mothers tell diem, I mean."
Suddenly, the young man, realized what she was getting to. She wanted to know, from him, what kind of sex she could enjoy without breaking any rules. His face turned red, and he felt his throat parch.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk to a lady teacher?" he pleaded.
Irene shook her head.
Mr. Allen shrugged his shoulders, and extended his hand, signaling to Irene that she should continue.
"Anyway, I wanted to find out if I can do certain things with a boy, and if a boy can do certain things with me."
"What things are you referring to, in specific?"
"Things like ... uh ... uh ... well...." she stuttered. Mr. Allen decided to help her: "Things like kissing?" he asked.
Irene shook her head. "I know kissing is alright. If a boy kisses me it doesn't move me."
"If a boy ... uh ... touches you?" He knew he was getting into troublesome areas, but the girl seemed to want to know the answers.
"Yeah, sort of, I guess."
"Do you mean if a boy can touch your ... uh ... breasts?"
"Can he?" she whispered.
As far as he was concerned it was perfectly alright, but according to the school and the American Moral Code it wasn't. He picked a medium. "It's really up to the individuals involved. If the girl doesn't object, then it is perfectly alright, as long as it's done discreetly."
Irene lost most of what he was saying, but caught the 'all right' part.
"Some girls," he continued, "find it objectionable to have a male touch their breasts, others enjoy it."
"Well, can a guy touch a girl on the breast, without any clothes on?"
Again he was slightly shocked. Nudity was also enjoyable, as far as he knew, but he couldn't tell that to a fourteen year old ninth grader.
"Again, it's up to the individuals involved. Has a boy ever touched you on the breast, while they were exposed, that is?"
She nodded, and Mr. Allen felt a strange sensation run through his body. He imagined seeing the little girl without any clothes on, and realized that it was absurd to think about a naked fourteen year old girl. Nevertheless, Mr. Allen was becoming more and more Interested in her problem.
"When it happened to you did you feel it was wrong?"
"When he touched me I wasn't sure. I didn't think anything was wrong with it. I mean, it wasn't hurting anybody. It just made me and him feel good. That's why I'm here," she reminded, "to find out what's wrong and what's right."
"Wrong" and right are two very difficult concepts. What may seem right to us," he began, making sure she heard the 'us', "older people may find very objectionable. I feel it's up to the individual conscience; not to a book of rules made up a hundred years ago."
"I thought so, too, but I wasn't sure." she told him. Irene was getting restless waiting to get on to the most important area.
"What else is the problem?"
"Well, can a girl touch a guy?"
Mr. Allen knew there very few places that would be considered sexually stimulating to a man, the most obvious being the genital organs. Very solemnly he stood, and walked to the wall.
"On what part of the body?" he asked, noticing that his face was getting flushed again, and even more.
"Well ... uh ... you know ... I mean ... The place somebody would usually touch a guy."
"Do you mean down there?" he said, nodding his head towards his groin.
Irene's eyes followed the direction of his head and rested on his groin.
"Yeah, sort of ... I guess." Her face was turning a bright red. It was one thing to touch a boy's cock, but it would be embarrassing to tell someone about it.
"Again, it's up to the individual to decide whether it's right or wrong. Some girls I know will not touch me there, while others will do nothing else but."
His answer was startling to Irene. She had never expected him to be so blunt about it.
"Have you," he continued, "ever touched a boy's ... uh ... thing?"
Irene lifted her eyes from his groin and looked into his eyes. She whispered yes as she glanced over his shoulder and at the wall.
"Did you find it enjoyable?"
"I think so? But I was confused every time I did it that I wasn't sure."
"'Every time' she did it' he thought. Slowly, walking across the room he stood a few feet in front of the girl. His height was towering over her, and he presented a powerful figure to the little girl.
"Did you think it was wrong?"
"No, not really. But I remembered all the things people told me and...."
"Forget what people tell you. It's what you think that's important. If you want to do it, you do it. As long as you're not hurting society in any way, it doesn't matter. It's a problem for the personal conscience. That is, I don't mind when a girl touches me there," he told her, Indicating the place by resting a finger on his groin, "if she wants to. I respect her conscience. If you wanted to touch me here," again he emphasized the area by grasping the crotch of his pants with three fingers, "I wouldn't stop you."
Irene was feeling a mixture of fear and excitement.
The idea of touching him appealed to her, but she realized he was too old for her.
"I want to know if you would like to touch me, not if you would do it, but only if you would like to." Mr. Allen was having a bit of difficulty in keeping the erection from springing up. He was tempted to let his hand leave the area and just let the cock swell in his pants, leaving it outlined against the cloth.
"I ... uh ... guess I would like to, but I don't think I would do it."
"Why wouldn't you do it?"
"I don't know why, really. I guess it's because you're a teacher and I'm only a kid, I guess."
"Stop guessing, and tell me. Would you like to see it? Not that I would show it to you, but would you like to see it?"
"I suppose I would like to see it." Irene suddenly realized she was moving further and further away from her real reason for being there. However, she was becoming more and more excited by this conversation.
Bravely, she declared, "would you really show it to me?"
Mr. Allen was slightly startled. If he showed his organ to the girl, now that it was in a semi-flaccid state, it would quickly become erect, and he didn't know how he would explain that to the girl.
"Have you ever seen a man's penis before?"
"Sort of, just for a second, though."
"How old was the boy?"
"Fifteen," she declared.
"Fifteen," he thought, even if she had seen it when it was erect, it wouldn't even come close to this one I've got here.
"Have you ever seen an erect penis?"
"I haven't seen it erect, but I've touched it."
"Through the cloth, or without any clothes on?"
"Both," she declared, proudly, hoping the young teacher would think of her as a young, but mature girl, who really knows what's going on.
"Well, the erect penis of a fifteen year old boy is quite different, in size, that is, from the adult male. I mean, his may have been only an inch shorter than mine, but much thinner. My penis may seem huge to you. Are you still sure you would like to see it?"
Irene shrugged her shoulders. She was curious, but she didn't want to force the man into doing anything he didn't want to do.
"If you want to do it, I don't mind."
Mr. Allen, firm in purpose, turned from the girl and walked to the door. Opening it, he glanced through the crack and assured himself there was no one nearby. After closing the door, he locked it, and checked it.
As he approached Irene, his hand moved down to his groin.
"Are you really gonna show it to me?" she asked nervously.
Mr. Allen nodded, and began to slowly pull the zipper. The cock hidden within the pants was growing faster than he could pull on the zipper and by the time he had the fly opened, the organ was fully erect.
Reaching into his pants and then through the small opening in his shorts, he grabbed at the stiff rod, trying to bend it so it would come through the opening. Finally, he realized that it was too large to come through.
"I'm going to have to open my pants to take it out," he told her in warning.
Irene, meanwhile, felt flashes of excitement running through her body, concentrating around her vagina. She could feel the mass of flesh as it was outlined against the pants, and wanted to see it.
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled on the belt and then the top at the tab of the pants. His pants fell around his hips, exposing the clean white jockey shorts beneath, and also providing sharper detail to the erect organ. Grasping the top of his shorts he quickly pulled it down and around his knees.
Irene gasped at the sight of the huge male organ. It throbbed a few times, as it stood out straight, pointing directly at her face, and at the same level.
The young teacher felt the excitement growing within his groin and sensed the tiny droplet of mucus forming at the tip of the cock.
The stiff prick stared Irene in the face, with it's shiny head, and the fully distended foreskin. The head of the organ was a dark purple-red, while the length was a shade darker than the rest of his body. Following the length of the organ she saw, at its base, a mass of brown pubic hair, an enormous quantity of it, while the surrounding area of abdomen, and legs were relatively hairless, except for a down of light blond hairs.
"It's big," Irene whispered, almost to herself.
With a gulp, Mr. Allen asked if she would like to touch it.
Without answering, she lifted a hand and poked at the organ, testing to see if it was alive. At the touch of her finger, it throbbed twice, preparing for an eventual ejaculation.
"Touch it," he declared.
Finally, opening her hand, she let the stiff organ rest in her palm. A few moments later, she closed her hand around the organ and found that it was larger, much larger, than Jimmy's organ.
Mr. Allen sighed and moved closer, stopping only when the cock was just a few inches from her face.
"Can I touch you?" Mr. Allen asked.
Looking up, Irene nodded, and proceeded to open her blouse. Mr. Allen reached into the open blouse and grasped at one tiny breast. It was small, he thought, nothing to what most of his girls had, but, he thought, this was more exciting than having a woman.
With grasping fingers, he reached into the cloth of the bra and squeezed at the small mound of skin, trying to find the tiny, unripe nipple.
"Touch me, here," she muttered. Irene was still looking at the organ, but not doing anything to it.
Mr. Allen disregarded her request and continued playing with the tiny breast, meanwhile moving his body closer until his organ was almost touching her face.
Irene kept moving her face back until the length of her neck prevented anything further.
"Have you ... ever put a man's organ into your small mouth?" he stuttered, as he tried to press the organ closer to the tiny lips.
Irene shook her head. "Have you ever wanted to?"
"No.." she whispered.
"How do you know that unless you've done it before for a while and found that you didn't like it?"
Irene agreed silently, that he was right, but the thought of putting a man's organ into her mouth wasn't very appealing. Besides, she thought, it probably won't fit.
Mr. Allen knew she most likely would not attempt to fellate at this first request, and realized he would have to make the first advance.
Pulling away from her, he pulled up his shorts and pants and let them hang around his hips.
"Can I touch you there?" he asked, excitedly.
Irene nodded and spread her legs.
"Not like that," he said, grabbing her under the arms and lifting her into the air, "but like this," gently setting her down on the table.
"Now lie back," he instructed.
Irene, excited, quickly obeyed, pulling her skirt above her hips, waiting for the man to move in.
Mr. Allen lifted her ass off the table and pulled the thin nylon panties down around her knees.
Irene gasped at the expectation of feeling his finger playing with her, and could feel the orgasm approaching.
Mr. Allen, however, sat down at the end of the table and pulled the panties off her feet. He then pulled on her ankles until most of her legs were resting over his shoulders.
Irene didn't know what was going to happen, but she was so excited she reached down and began to finger the area herself.
The teacher stared at the small cunt, surrounded by only a light down of blond hair.
"You've got a very nice one," he told her, as he lifted her by the hips a few inches off the table. With her rear end elevated her pulled her ever closer, forcing her legs to spread, and letting her inner thighs caress his head.
"What are you gonna do?" she stuttered, lifting her head trying to see beyond he raised hips.
"Something that you'll find very enjoyable.
"What?"
"You'll see ... feel," he corrected himself, "in just a few moments."
The young girl waited expectantly for the man to begin. Suddenly, she felt the hot breath of the male animal against her cunt, and she knew what he was planning.
With a sigh, Mr. Allen lifted her hips a little bit more and forced the entire area onto his face. His tongue, sticking out, began lashing at the soft folds of the labia.
Irene was feeling flashes of color and lightning stream through her mind as the hot tongue whipped at the cunt, then up to the tiny vaginal opening. His hands moved around her hips, under her thighs, then into the crevice itself. The pressure of his hands on her hips told her to raise her legs and spread them ever further.
With her hips being aloft by the young teacher, she felt as the tongue washed back and forth between the vagina and the clitoris. Irene began to groan and sigh at the strange pleasurable sensations he was giving.
"Oh ... oh...." she muttered. Her legs pressed around his head like a vise, and Mr. Allen knew she was ready to have her orgasm.
Mr. Allen pulled his head from the tight enclosure and allowed Irene's knees to rest against his skull. "How ... how did you like that?" he asked excitedly, wiping the perspiration and saliva from his face.
Her cunt was still throbbing, even though he had ceased to lick her. "Oh, wow, ... it's great," she shouted. Her chest was moving up and down, very quickly, trying to force the needed oxygen into her lungs. "Are you gonna keep on doin' it?" she asked.
Mr. Allen smiled inwardly, knowing he was pulling the girl in. Without a word, slipping his hands under her ass and lifted her again until it was level with his face. With 'a sudden thrust he forced the hot, wet cunt against his face and began to lick fiercely.
The young student began to twist and turn. Her loud moans were heavy; she was trying to force them to stay in-just in case anyone was passing and heard passionate groans and decided to investigate.
The teacher's stiff cock throbbed violently with the expectation of soon having it in the girl's mouth or....
"Oh ... shit!" she exclaimed in a whisper, "I'm gonna come...."
Mr. Allen, feeling the nearness of her orgasm, moved his lips from the small vulva and went quickly to the erect clit. Licking fiercely he stopped only when Irene pressed her legs tightly around his head and thrust her hips forward, almost forcing her cunt into his mouth. His breath was temporarily cut off, while Irene twisted and turned on the conference table. Finally, with a great sigh, she relaxed her legs, allowing them to fall over his back.
Her breath came quickly. Never in her life had she experienced anything like that. The strangest sensations were passing through her, sensations she had never been able to give to herself.
Mr. Allen lifted her legs from his shoulders and gently lifted her from the table and onto her feet. "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing that her legs were still shaking.
Irene nodded, as she pulled up her nylon pants. "I'm okay, I guess, just a little excited. That was really weird."
"Did you like it?"
"Wow! Did I!"
"See," began Mr. Allen, "it's not as bad as you were thinking. Just because you've never done something before doesn't mean it's bad."
"I wasn't saying It was wrong or bad, it's just that I never did it before, that's all."
The young teacher shrugged his shoulders and let his hand move down the front of his body until it came to rest upon his erect organ.
"Do you want to try this now?" he asked, holding the stiff cock with its head pointing up at Irene's face.
Irene suddenly felt frightened. If he had asked her while he was eating her out she would have gladly obliged, she was that excited. But now most of the excitement and the passion had worn off and the thought of having a man's organ in her mouth didn't appeal to her. She could visualize the stiff dick in her cunt, but not in her mouth.
"Well?" he demanded as he waited impatiently for her to answer.
"I.. I don't know," she muttered.
Mr. Allen knew it would be definitely a mistake trying to force the girl into sucking his cock. He would have to be satisfied with something else.
"What would you like to do?"
Irene shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I could just ... uh ... rub it for you?"
"Oh, well, if that's all you want to do now, I guess it She sighed happily, knowing she was out of danger. Sitting down, she clasped the adult male's hips and drew him towards her. The large rigid organ stared at her face. For just a moment she was tempted to taste it, but she overcame the feeling and took the iron rod-like cock into her hands. It was much larger than Jimmy's and obviously more exciting. With a slow rhythmic movement she pulled on the skin of the shaft, forcing it over the head. As the left hand pulled on the organ, her right hand reached down and clasped the large hanging sac.
Mr. Allen moaned as the small, sweaty? hand clasped around the sac and gently tugged. The organ throbbed with each thrust of her hand causing it to throb moie forcefully. The young teacher felt the scum beginning to collect at the base of the cock and knew that he would shoot within seconds.
"Hold it," he whispered, as he brushed her hand away from his cock.
"What's the matter?" she asked, still holding onto the sac.
Mr. Allen wanted to fuck her; he could never be satisfied with a simple hand job.
"You've never had a man put his thing into you, have you?"
Irene shook her head and said, "I don't know if it's right. What if I become pregnant?"
"Well," he began, in a very serious tone, "there are ways to prevent pregnancies. Prophilactics, for one. But I don't have any."
"I don't even know what they are," Irene noted. "Bags, you know."
Irene still had a quizzical look on her face.
"Scum bags," he exclaimed. "Things you put over a man's uh ... thing to catch the stuff with."
Irene watched realizing what he was referring to. She had heard about diem from friends, but had never seen one.
"Or," he continued, "a man can put it in and then take it out just before he shoots. That way the girl can't become pregnant. Would you like to try it?" he asked, gently lifting her from the chair and setting her on the edge of the table.
"What are the chances of becoming pregnant? If you don't pull out, I mean?"
"Very slim-maybe one in a thousand, if that."
The odds were heavily in her favor, but she was still slightly reluctant. "I ... I ... uh ... don't know how to do it," she told him.
"It's really very simple. All you have to do is let me stick it into you and I'll do all the work."
"Are you sure I won't become pregnant?"
Mr. Allen nodded, taking his still prick, which had been swaying proudly in front of her face, into his hand and squeezed the tube on the underside, forcing a small droplet of mucus to appear in the eye.
Irene noticed the shiny fluid. "What's that?" she asked. And she touched it with her finger.
"It's just a lubricant to make the cock move easily within you. You have the same kind of stuff coming out of your vagina."
She thought for a few seconds, trying to decide whether it was sale to let her body be subjected to genital intercourse. Her body, however, was forcing her to make an affirmative decision. The excitement was building up within her groin, and she would feel her whole body tremble with the expectation of receiving his cock.
"Well? Do you want to try it? I swear that if it starts to hurt you, even a little bit, I'll pull it out."
Irene sighed and pulled her dress over her hips.
"Okay?"
She nodded.
Mr. Allen smiled and immediately began to think of different positions which he could use. Irene, meanwhile, was pulling her pants down around her knees.
"You'll have to take them off," Mr. Allen commented.
"Why?"
"Because I'll have to get between your legs, and you won't be able to open your legs wide enough if you still have the pants around your legs."
Irene complied quickly pulling the pants off her feet, and letting the sheer cloth drop to the chair. "Now what do we do?"
"You just lie back and open your legs as wide as you can."
"Are you sure," Irene asked, watching as the male teacher climbed onto the table and knelt between her legs, "this is all right?"
"Like I already told you, if you don't think it's wrong and it's not hurting anybody else, then it's alright. I don't think there's anything wrong with what we're doing. I think we should do it."
Irene shrugged her shoulders and watched as the six foot man slowly lowered his body atop hers. Resting on his knees, allowing the stiff organ to sway back and forth between the outstretched legs, trying to find the opening. For many seconds, the head of the cock poked between her legs, but could not find the hole. Frustrated, Mr. Allen lifted his body back into the kneeling position and guided the organ to the hole with his hand. Pressing just the tip of the cock into the hole, he leaned forward again, almost touching Irene's face with his chest.
With slight gentle thrusts, he lowered his hips, until he felt the organ encompassed by the sweet tube. Irene groaned softly as the virgin skin was being stretched by the six and a half inch cock. "Does it hurt"
The young girl nodded, very slowly, as she bit her lower lip. It was exciting, but also painful. "I ... guess ... I'll ... be ... alright," she moaned.
Mr. Allen lifted his hips again and slowly allowed them to fall, pushing the cock in a bit further. The young teacher was going wild with passion. He had fucked before, but never with anyone so young and tender. The cock slid in and out, drawing her juices out with it.
Finally, the teacher felt the scum beginning to collect at the base of his cock and knew that it would only be a few moments. Instinctively, his hips moved faster, causing greater tension on the young cunt.
Irene, letting the passion overcome the pain, moved with the sudden, forceful thrusts of the male. Her own small, white hips moved upwards to meet the downward thrust of the teacher.
Her back and neck were hurting her because of the uncomfortable position in which she lay.
Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist-at least she tried; he was too large to allow her legs to go around completely, so she was forced to simply lay there with her knees bent, and the legs outstretched as far as possible.
Perspiration dripped from Mr. Allen's forehead and each thrust was more forceful than the one preceding. With a final burst of energy, disregarding the virginity of the young girl, he pounded his hips into Irene's, roam-his cock in as far as the vagina would allow. For many moments he lay there, letting the great streams of hot milky sperm shoot from the cock and enter her belly.
Relieved, he could still feel the organ throbbing within the confines of the cunt. He still, however had to satisfy Irene.
Painfully, he lifted his hips and began to slowly continue the in and out movements. Within moments, Irene felt a growing sensation in her groin and knew that she too would soon orgasm. The thought of having the males sperm within her excited her. It was new and unusual, even though she never actually felt it going in.
Irene wrapped her legs around his waist once more, and forced them to remain in that position, as she tried to force the cock even deeper into her.
"Oh ... oh, shit," she moaned, twisting her head from side to side.
Mr. Allen knew what she was experiencing, and moved faster. His cock was hurting him from the constant irritation it was receiving from the insides of her vagina, but he continued.
Suddenly, the little girl went wild. She twisted her body from side to side, but found it impossible to move with the weight of the young man atop her. Her hips jerked spasmodically. She tried to extend the pleasurable sensations for as long as possible.
For many moments she twisted and turned until, finally, with a great sigh, she allowed her legs to slowly fall from Mr. Allen's back and hit the table with a thud. She lay there for many minutes, breathing heavily, trying to force the needed oxygen into her lungs.
Mr. Allen meanwhile, had pulled himself from her and wiped his semi-flaccid cock with his handkerchief. "Statutory rape," he thought to himself.
Irene totally exhausted, grabbed her dress and pulled it over her legs. "God!" she exclaimed. "What's the matter?" Mr. Allen asked.
"That was really weird...."
"But did you enjoy it?" he asked, quite solemnly.
Irene shrugged her shoulders, as she sat on the edge of the conference table, "Will you hand me my pants?"
Mr. Allen bent down and retrieved the thin cloth, handed it to Irene. With rapid movements, she pulled the pants back onto her hips.
The large clock hanging from the wall said four-ten It had been less than hour, yet in that hour she had cunnilingus performed on her, and was totally de-virginized.
"Are you feeling okay?" Mr. Allen asked, noticing the way Irene tottered around the room. "I think I'm okay."
"Well, did you enjoy that?" Without waiting for an answer, he went into the next question. "Do you feel any remorse, or pangs of conscience about what just happened?"
"I don't think I feel anything-except tired. All I want to do is go home and sleep for a while. I guess you've answered my questions."
"Personally, I think I've answered them quite well. As you can see, nothing has happened to you because of what you did. I doubt if you'll rot away because of it. I would say the thing for you is to keep on doing it."
It was the weirdest advise Irene had ever received, but it was the type of advise she liked to receive. Now, she knew, she would go and fuck with anybody she wanted to without feeling guilty about it.
Irene wanted to leave now, that her instruction period was over. "Thank you, Mr. Allen," she murmured, almost in a whisper.
"Hey, wait a minute. You don't really think I'm gonna let you leave after all that? I mean, I don't want you to just disappear and never see me again."
"You want to see me again?"
"Of course, I do. And the next time, I'll bring the bags with me-just in case."
She knew what the 'just in case' referred to, but wasn't too hot on the idea of letting him fuck her again. Once, to teach her, but not again. Irene had thoughts of a hundred different boys shoving their stiff cocks into yer cunt-especially Jimmy.
"Well, I'll have to see, Mr. Allen. I can't give you an answer now."
"Okay, tell me sometime next week."
"Good-bye," she nodded, unlocking the door.
"Good-bye," he returned, "and you can call me Carl whenever we're together."
"Okay, Carl."