Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2007 12:19:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: xxxseaauthor@yahoo.com
Subject: Mr. Edwards, Chapter One

This story is a personal fantasy.  This is pure fiction and is not
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This erotic story contains Incest, Adult/Youth (M/M/f)

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Copyright 2007 by xxxseaauthor


It was Tuesday and I had to face "Meet the Teacher Night".  Because of the
length of my commute, I just worked through; getting the room set up, making
sure the PowerPoint was ready to go.  With the up-scale parents from this school
district, I knew that the more technology I used, the better the teacher they
would perceive me to be. All the pictures were from last year's class, but it
would establish the kind of projects and field trips I like to use to keep my
second graders interested and active.

But it had been a long day.  The school year was still young and I was still
trying to ensure classroom control.  With all the lessons to get through, plus
all the extra work for "Meet the Teacher", I was feeling tired and drained.  And
horny.  My wife and I had been married last spring vacation and we still had an
active and energetic sex life.  Unfortunately, last weekend my wife was getting
over a cold and not in the mood for sex like I was.  I wanted to fuck really
badly and my balls were full and almost aching.

About fifteen minutes before the event was to begin, Hank, the older custodian
who worked the building, stuck his head in my classroom door.

"Makes for a long day, huh?"  he said.

"Sure, does Hank."

"The chair working out?"  He had helped me find an old wooden swivel desk chair
in storage to replace the small typing desk chair I had inherited when I had
moved to this classroom in September.

"Yep, Hank.  Thanks again."

"No problem."  There was a noise down the hall.  "Here they come, buddy."  And
he was gone.

And he was right.  The parents were filtering down the hall, searching for the
classroom of their child.  Soon several parents and their children were in my
room and I got busy introducing myself and making small talk, making sure that
parents heard me call their child by name.  Most were professional looking
couples, usually with their child between them.  There were a few mothers alone.
I always wondered if they were single mothers, divorced, or had Type "A"
husbands who were too busy to come to "Meet the Teacher".  At 7:30, I announced
we needed to get started as there was full evening planned for them.  I walked
to door to dim the lights.  Just as I got there, Caroline came into the room
with her father.  She was wearing a different dress than earlier in the day with
a matching hair ribbon.  He was dressed in casual, expensive clothes, tan slacks
with a dress shirt with three buttons unfastened.

"Hi, Caroline." I greeted them.

"Sorry," he said with soft voice.

"Not a problem.  We're just starting," I said.  "There're a couple of chairs in
the back."  They headed back to them and I launched into my prepared speech.
When I finished, there was a brief question-and-answer period, and then I told
them that it was time for them to meet with the specialist teachers, music, art,
P.E.  They dutifully started trooping out of the room and I started putting the
projector into cool down mode and was booting down the laptop.

"Mr. Edwards?"  Caroline's father's voice caught me unawares and I jumped.
"Sorry."

"Not a problem.  I was involved and didn't realize..." I stammered.  All the other
parents and children had left.

"I don't know if you could possibly do it, but I would like to speak with you
briefly and I didn't have time during the Q and A.  Would it be alright if we
came back at the end of the evening?

Fuck!  I want to go home! But, of course, I kept my thoughts to myself, smiled
and said that I'd be glad to wait to talk to him.

"Thank you.  Isn't that nice of Mr. Edwards, Caroline."

"Yes," she said, taking her father's hand.

"We'll see you soon," he said with an easy smile and they walked, hand in hand,
out of the room.

"I'll be here," I answered, trying to make my voice sound cheerful.  So instead
of rushing around, getting everything put away and getting to my car, I did some
prep work for the next day.  I watched the clock which slowly ticked forward.
The program was short, ending at 8:30, but the time seemed to drag on: 8:35,
8:40.  I could hear the building emptying out.  Doors being locked up.

About 8:45, Hank stuck his head in the door.  "Aren't you going home, man?"

"I'm waiting for a family to come back."

"Well, they'd better hurry.  I'm locking up and going home!"  A noise down the
hall caught his attention.  "Looks like they're here.  I'm locking the building
door.  Make sure it's latched when you leave 'cause you're the last one here,
buddy.  See you tomorrow."  I heard him exchange greetings with Caroline's
father.  Then they entered.  He went to the front desk and sat in the first
child's desk.  Adults always look funny when they use the school desks.  He
pulled Caroline up to his side and she stood there looking down.  Her blond
curls, her dress made me think of old Shirley Temple movies.

"Sorry to keep you."

"Not a problem.  What can I help you with?"

"I'd just like to ask you a few questions, get to know you better.  I'm a single
father and I'm just wondering why you, a man, wanted to teach second grade."

A wave of irritation went through me.  "Well, I was just always interested in
elementary education and when I student taught four years ago I was assigned a
second grade class and it worked well for the students and for me.  I may want
to try some other grades later on, but for now, it's a good match."

"Are you married?"

Fuck!  "Yes."

"Children?"

"Not yet."

How long is this mindless bull shit going to go on?  Caroline turned to her
father and said something that I couldn't hear.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind.  Ask him, Baby."  Use her name, I thought.  Little
Caroline left her father and instead of coming directly to the front of my desk,
came around to the side so she was standing right by me.

"Can I sit on your lap, Mr. Edwards?"  I was surprised and I was sure my facial
expression gave that away.  The school was very nervous about teachers,
especially male teachers, touching or being familiar with students of either
sex.

"Well, Caroline, honey..." I didn't want to upset her or her father.  "I'm your
teacher..."

"That's why she wants you to hold her," his father said very quietly.

OK, OK.  Jesus.  Anything so I can get out of here and go home!  "Sure," I said.
I picked her up and scooted the swivel chair back enough so I could fit her onto
the chair, between my legs.  She placed her hands on the top of the desk and
looked at her father.

"So, Caroline," I said, leaning to her right so I could talk to her.  "This is
how the room looks to me when I sit at my desk."  She was moving, pushing back
against me and I tried to give her more room on the front of the chair.  But
almost at once, my butt was snug against the back of the chair.  I could feel
the warmth flooding into my cock.  Shit.  Caroline kept wiggling and the
pressure was feeling very good in my crotch.  Her father just sat there, with a
bemused look on his face, not saying anything.  Caroline reached out and took
both my hands and put them around her waist.  Her wiggling continued, gently
rocking the swivel chair.  I started worrying if my hard-on would show when she
got up.

To distract myself, I asked her father, "Is there something else you want to
ask?"

"No," he said softly, smiling gently.  "I'm just enjoying watching you getting
to know Caroline."

For some reason, probably because of the sexual feeling she was arousing in me,
I blushed.

What the fuck!? Caroline had taken my right hand, and deliberately with absolute
certainly placed it squarely on her mons, pressing my hand hard against her
genital area with only her clothing between her body and my hand.  My breath
caught.  I was looking directly at her father whose eyes locked with mine.
Caroline emitted a soft mew of a sigh and gently rotated my hands against her
privates.

"She likes you," he said softly.

By this time, my heart was racing, my breathing shallow.  He knows.  He fucking
knows!, I thought.  Our eyes stayed locked.  Caroline again made a low, clearly
audible, sigh of pleasure.

"The question is," he said.  "Do you like her?"  He smiled at me.

My mouth was dry.  I licked my lips and tried to swallow.  Caroline was pushing
my hand against her genitals, releasing the pressure, and then pressing my hand
back against her crotch.  What's going on?  Where's this headed?

My voice sounded strained, tight.  It wasn't as loud as I intended.  "Yes, yes.
Of course, I like Caroline..."

His smile broadened.  "Let's get explicit.  Do you like feeling her?  Right now,
are you enjoying what she's doing?"

Caroline leaned back against me and tilted her head up at me.  The movement
pulled me away from her father's gaze.  She, too, was smiling.  With one hand,
she pulled up dress and pressed my hand against her panties.  The skin of her
thighs was so warm, so smooth.  The panty material soft and warm too.

I looked back up and locked eyes with her father again.  My breathing was
audible, rapid.  The silence grew.  I swallowed dryly.  He cocked an eyebrow at
me.

"Well?" he asked very, very softly.

What the fuck!  "Yea, yea, I like feeling...her."

"Her...what?"

His softest question yet.  This was a challenge I knew.  I could tell my lips
were forming a soft smile to match his.

"Her panties, her thighs, her...cunt."  The word resounded in the classroom like a
piece of iron dropped on cement.

Then, her father's grin grew and he chucked as he said to her, "Hey, Baby, did
you hear that?  Mr. Edwards likes feeling your cunt.  Let him really feel it,
Baby."

With her left hand, Caroline deftly pulled her panties across her mound, wedging
them into the crevice formed by her thigh and her genitals.  Her flesh was warm,
and so smooth.

"Nice, huh?" he said with that gentle, inviting smile of his.  I just nodded
affirmatively and focused on the sensation of feeling this smooth, warm pussy
that Caroline was using my hand to massage.

His soft tone continued, "Why don't you just lean back and close your eyes and
enjoy feeling Caroline's cunt.  I'm going to close the blinds, if that's OK."  I
nodded, pushing back in the swivel chair, closing my eyes as he had suggested.
Caroline's back pressed against my stomach.  Caroline's cooing was clearly
audible now.  I started moving my hand and she left her hand on mine, but
allowed me to take charge of the massaging.  This is so fucking hot!  Jesus
Christ!  I could hear her father's lowering and shuttering the window blinds.  I
melted into the ecstasy of exploring a seven-year-old's cunt.  I rubbed it; I
pressed it with the heel of my hand; I used my finger tips to trace its
geography.  I could hear her father's footsteps as he walked slowly back to the
front of the room and I knew he had walked up directly behind me.

He just stood there for a bit as I explored his daughter's exposed cunt.  I knew
he was probably standing so he could see exactly what I was doing.  That
knowledge sent another electric jolt of sexual energy through me.

In almost a whisper, he said, "Oh, Caroline, baby, you really seem to be
enjoying Mr. Edwards playing with your cunt."  Her um-humm was soft and sensual.
"Mr. Edwards," he continued, "if you don't mind, I'm going to get a chair so I
can sit and watch.  Here, I'm going to move you just a bit."  Before I could
respond, he swiveled the chair so Caroline and I were sitting parallel to the
desk.

I continued in my sexual revelry with my eyes closed but I could hear the scrape
of a chair as he moved it and heard the metallic click of its legs as he sat it,
facing us.  I heard him sit.

I sighed.  My cock was aching and rock hard, pressed against Caroline back.

His soft voice spoke.  "Mr. Edwards?"  I opened my eyes and once again we were
looking directly into one another eyes.  His engaging smile made this seem so
natural, that I'd be sitting at my desk in my classroom, rubbing and feeling his
daughter's naked cunt while he sat, watching, just a few feet away.

"Very nice," he said, still smiling.  I continued feeling her genitals, softly
caressing and exploring her most private area.  "I like watching a man enjoy
Caroline."  I know my eyes widened at this revelation.  His grin broadened.
"Why don't you take your index finger and run it up and down the slit of her
cunt?"  I immediately complied.

"Oh, nice.  Beautiful.  Now try your middle finger."  And so I started doing
what he suggested, finger by finger, to gently rub up and down on Caroline's
slit.  We ended with my thumb.  Caroline was cooing and thrusting her pelvis
forward to meet my touch.  He and I never wavered in our eye contact.

"Daddy, " Caroline said with a pout, "Have him do it."

"She wants you to finger fuck her, Mr. Edwards.  Right, Baby, you want Mr.
Edwards to put his finger in your cunt and fuck you with it?"  Caroline nodded
with a small giggle.  "Then tell him, Baby.  Tell him what you want."

"Mr. Edwards, put your finger in my cunt and fuck me.  Please.  Fuck me with
your finger.  Pretty please."  The last phrase was done in a childish, sing-song
intonation.

"Do it with your middle finger, Mr. Edwards.  Just cup her cunt and curve your
middle finger into her.  Don't worry.  You won't hurt her.  She really likes it.
And," he added in a reassuring tone, "There's no cherry to worry about.  Trust
me"  He gave a short laugh.

I closed my eyes, partly to concentrate on the sensations of my hand, but partly
to break the incredible intensity of sexual energy the locked eye contact with
her father was causing me.  I didn't know about Caroline, but I was reaching
sensual overload.  I cupped her cunt and pulled her up right against me,
savoring the pressure against my hard-on.  My middle finger traced and pushed
impatiently at her cunt slit.  She placed both of her hands on my hand and
helped guide me.

"There" she sighed.  My finder slipped into the warm moisture of her cunt.  The
warm walls of her small cunt contracted against my finger.  Keeping my hand
tight, I moved my middle finger in and out of her cunt.  I was awash in the
pleasure of fingering the inside of a young, seven-year-old cunt.  I was aflame
with lust, knowing her father was watching and approving, even encouraging me to
violate her.

"Mr. Edwards."  His voice was much closer than I expected and my eyes snapped
open.  He was standing just in front of us.  He had unzipped his pants and
pulled out his cock.  It was an impressive sight, veined and purplish red in its
engorgement. His cock was cut and his mushroom head truly beautiful. He gently
jacked it a few times.

"I'm going to have her suck me a bit while you finger fuck her."  I started to
shift, but he told me to just stay where I was.  He walked up to us and
straddled the outside of my legs.

"OK, Baby, suck the head of Daddy's cock.  You know how I like it."  Caroline
leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth.  I was finger
fucking her.  She moaned softly.  "Oh, yeah, Baby, suck Daddy's cock.  You are
such a good sucker.  Oh, fuck, yes.  I'm so close, Baby.  You make Daddy so hot.
And you make Mr. Edwards hot too."  He reached out with his left hand and gently
caressed my cheek.  This physical connection took me to yet another height of
sexual delight and I really start slamming my finger up and out of her cunt as
hard and fast as I can.

"Oh, yeah.  Oh., Oh..." he stepped back, starting jerking his hard prick and very
quickly climaxed, shooting his load in three or four lobs right onto my hand and
his daughter's cunt.  He was weaving slightly from the force of his cum,
catching his breath.

"OK, Baby, clean Daddy's dick."   He moved in again.  Caroline leaned forwarded
and took her father's cock into her mouth again.  "Oh, shit, oh fuck," he
moaned, but in a short time exclaimed, "I can't take it any more, Baby.  Too
much, too much..." He stepped back with a laugh.  I'm slowly continuing my finger
fuck of her.  Caroline nestles back against me.

"That's one fucking hot sight," he says with a smile taking in the fucking
motion of my hand, covered with his cum.  "I'll bet," he continued, "that your
balls are aching right about now."  I grinned as a reply.  "Too bad it's a
school and work night.  You'll just have to go home and fuck your little woman's
brains right out."

He reached out abruptly and lifted Caroline off me.  "Let's clean you up, Baby."
He placed her, standing, on the desk and deftly pulled her panties off and used
them like a wash cloth to clean up his cum.   "So, Mr. Edwards, do you have
plans for Friday night?"

I was in a sea of frustration and tension.  I stammered that I wasn't sure.

"Caroline and I would like you and your wife to come over for dinner.  Right,
Baby?"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Edwards, please say you'll come over to our house on Friday!
Please."  She was using that sing-song tone again as he lifted her to the floor.

"You won't regret, it, I guarantee it," he said with that smile of his.

I nodded.  They started walking to the door.  He was talking as they went, "I'll
call you with the address and we can work out the time later in the week."  He
stopped abruptly.  "Here," he said, tossing me the cum soaked panties, "a
souvenir."  I caught the panties, and felt the wetness of his cum.  "See you
Friday."  Their voices and footsteps receded down the hall.  I used the panties
to dry his cum off my hand and held them tight in my hand.

I just sat there for awhile, stunned.  I rubbed my hard cock through my pants.
I held the wet panties to my nose.  Finally, I stood up.  I've got to get home.
I locked up and left, the panties in my pocket.  How the hell was I going to get
my wife to go to dinner at Caroline's house?  Why in hell did I want her to go
to dinner?  Well, that was pretty obvious.  There was some sexual adventure
awaiting.  But fuck, with a seven-year-old from my class and her father!  What
in hell had I gotten myself into?  What the fuck have I done??  I broke the
speed limit getting home and I did fuck my wife wildly.  She even remarked on
how "Meet the Teacher" really seemed to have energized me.

If she only knew...



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