Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2012 16:25:12 -0500 (EST)
From: RodM12345@aol.com
Subject: How I Finally "MET" my favorite teacher

Oh, Lord, Byrons


I am not absolutely sure when I first developed a crush on Mr. William
Byrons - and now I can admit that that's what it was - just a schoolboy
crush, but at the time it was all-consuming and somewhere along the line
became an obsession. Mr. Byrons taught the big kids, ninth graders, I was
just a lowly seventh grader, so he didn't even know that I was alive, but
Iis sure knew that he was. His was over six feet tall, which at the time
seemed like a giant to me since I was the runt of my class, and with his
curly hair and solid build he fulfilled my idea of a fairer version of the
statues of Greek gods that I had seen. When he used to play sports in the
schoolyard with his class he would take his jacket off, I would almost fall
into a trance just watching him. I could talk about his tight ass or the
bulge his basket made, but Ia only became aware of those in later years
when I would visualize him and realize that my schoolboy crush was really
preadolescent lust for male to male sex.

The following year on the last day of school, I gathered all the courage
together that I had and went up to him and introduced myself so that in
September, when I was at last in the ninth grade he would already know
me. I made a complete ass of myself trying to stammer out my name, but he
was kind to me, my fondest memory was his patting me on the head as he told
me, " I really look forward to having you in my class, Peter. I'm sure
we'll get along very well."

Finally the big day came and as I walked into his classroom, I was
literally sweating and losing my breath. I took a seat right up front. Then
the bell rang and a woman teacher walked in! I was in shock and must've
been pretty obvious because before the teacher even introduced herself to
the class she came over to me and asked if I was sick.

" I - I - I think I'm in the wrong class," I stammered." I'm supposed to
have Mr. Byrons. "

" That's right, dear, you're in the right class. Mr. Byrons was offered
another job and left. I'm taking his place. I hope you're not too
disappointed." I didn't even try to answer.

Somehow or other I got through the class and the rest of the day, but I
don't know how. As soon as school was over I ran home tears running down my
face. When I finally got home and into my room, I slammed the door, threw
myself on my bed and cried hysterically.

By the time my mother got home, I had calmed myself somewhat, but when she
asked me how my day had been, I blurted out," I hate school!"

" Why? "

" I was supposed to have Mr. Byrons, and he left, and I can't stand the new
teacher."

" I didn't know that you knew Mr. Byron's," she said looking somewhat
concerned.

" I don't. I just wanted to have him. I like him."

" Well, I heard he left. I didn't think it would matter to you. You've
never seemed care about your teachers before. Are you sure you didn't know
him?"

Something in her voice warned me that she was concerned and it had to do
with Mr. Byrons, not me; so I backed off. " No, Mom. I just used to see him
with the older kids and he seemed real cool."

" Well, he's not there anymore, so try to accept it."

I did accept it, or more exactly I became resigned to it. There was very
little talk at all about Mr. Byrons so I let it drop. But over the next
four years I did find out two very important related items. First, I was
gay, as gay as could be and I let a select few of my classmates know about
it by extending certain favors to them, which, by the way, were never
returned; but at the time I didn't care. Secondly, I learned that
Mr. Byrons didn't have another job offer, he was fired when accusations
were made about his subtlety propositioning students of his who came back
to see him from high school. There was no indication, or at least no proof
that he ever did anything, but, so the story went, he decided not to fight
his firing so that a hearing would not be necessary. He claimed he didn't
want the aggravation or notoriety even though he was innocent. I later
learned that the superintendent had called him into private session and had
named girls who had refused to bring charges but that they could be made to
testify in a court case. I also heard much later from the superintendent's
son who was one of my favor-seekers, that there had also been a few junior
and senior boys who had refused to testify, who he knew for a fact had "
gone all the way" with Mr. Byrons. The end result, after the private
conference, was that Mr. Byrons was allowed to resign, stating health
reason as the cause and the superintendent was to protect as much as he
could Mr. Byrons from the accusations.

Well, during those four years I grew a bit and even developed pretty well -
and when I wanted, I could be a pretty macho guy even with my kind of
longish blonde hair and pretty face. I played the role to perfection, but
my fantasies about Mr. Byron's also grew - or " William" as I was then
calling him - especially during moments of self-inflicted passion.

In high school I had avoided " queer" activities, but once I was away at
college, I decided to get into drama. I figured I had been acting for the
previous four years, playing the most convincing role of my life, and it
was time I start to enjoy my natural abilities. Besides, I figured, what
better place to meet guys like myself without having to go through the
whole heavy cruising scene - and I was right! But the real payoff came
during an improvisational exercise we were doing on role-playing and
changing roles. I found I could mimic almost everyone in the class, even
the females once I went through some heavy relaxation and anti-inhibitional
techniques. The reaction of even some of the supposedly straight guys
(including the professor - a real hunk ) was very favorable and an idea was
planted - which blossomed eight months later.

During my senior year in high school I had been able to trace William to a
town about half way between the college I was now attending to my
hometown. Although I wasn't sure exactly what I intended to do with the
information, I didn't try to communicate with him. After all, he wouldn't
even know who I was. I was able to get his address and telephone number,
and through some subterfuge, I found out he worked in the bank there. A
little more investigation gave me all the information I needed. One night,
while in the drunken throes of self initiate passion, I called him,
disguising my voice as an obscene phone call, and while he claimed he
wasn't interested in guys, only girls; he made his denial in the rather
heavily labored breathing and stayed on the phone until I had shot my load.

With this plan that I was beginning to develop, if that was his thing, I
decide to play that angle. At first the idea was sort of a private joke,
but again late one night I called him up. This time as a young girl! He
began protesting, but when I persisted, he fell right into line and shot
his load for me. I held off because I was too excited about my plan.

So, I could get him excited. Now there were two things I had to do before
getting to the practical aspects of my plan. One Friday night I made a trip
to the bank where he worked. He was sitting behind one of the desks off to
the side with the customer. I asked the secretary if I might speak to
Mr. Byrons. I had decided to ask about the loan, but she told me he would
be tied up for some time and said perhaps I could talk to someone else. I
answered, "No, thank you," that it was a matter that could wait and I
left. I had only seen him for a minute, but that really was all I
wanted. He was as attractive, maybe even more so, than I had remembered
him. That was enough. Just that one glance kept me hard all the way back to
school and gave me two orgasms that night.

The second thing that I had to do was to see how he'd react to a guy in a
protected situation. I wanted to call him that night, but I didn't trust
myself, so I waited a week. This time I called late at night as a guy
pretending that I had hoped that I'd get a woman because "my fucking date
had teased the hell out of me" and then left me with blue balls. This time
rather than even pretending to be disinterested he began talking about guys
being burned by those bitches and having to help each other out. We talked
about cunts and asses and tits a lot, and about how hard it was making
us. Then, as we start getting closer to shooting, he began talking about
how good a mouth, any mouth would feel on his cock to take his hot cum, but
just before he shot he insisted," I wouldn't give this cum to a bitch. You
sound like a real buddy, you take it for me. Take my cum for me, swallow
me." With that he shot his load and I followed almost immediately.

Enough for the research - he could make it with a guy, even one he didn't
know, as long as his " masculine image "wasn't challenged - at least not
until his libido took over. He also had given me two other bits of
information in our heated exchange. In the beginning of our conversation
about women being bitches he said, " Even young cunt tease you. If they
weren't jailbait, I'd like to show one of those sluts just wants what
male-cock is all about." The second statement was made a little bit later
when I suggested that would be great if we could get together and fuck a
bitch together front and back, and he answered," Yeah, or a young guy's ass
and mouth. I bet you guys have real tight holes." I left both statements go
by, but registered them for later reference to my plan.

The first part of my plan was rather complicated. I was going to have to
try to be absolutely convincing as a girl so that I could go into the bank
and talk to him. The complication was that I was going to have to be a girl
of 14 or 15 acting almost convincingly as a young woman of 20 years old. I
also had to do this without seeming to be fast and loose, and yet give him
a sense of real sexuality. I reasoned that he would never have sex with a
real young adolescents since reportedly he had never made a pass at any of
his own students, yet he seemed interested in budding virgins. Also,
however, I had a feeling that he wouldn't chance anything with someone he
felt was innocent and naïve. Lastly I realize that I was going to have
to do something to explain why I was wearing falsities. I could do
something to make my tits seem to be "budding" whne he got my bra off; but
nothing to give me breast, I wanted the allusion to be kept until he was
actually ready to deflower me. The third part of my plan was to appear to
be a 13-year-old boy, but I felt I could handle that by the shaving I had
to do to appear to be a girl anyhow, plus a little shaving of my pubic hair
( and maybe a little bleaching ).

Now that my plan was finally formulated, I realized how fortunate my taking
drama had been. Without any explanation I was able to work on " the male
juvenile," " the female juvenile" and " the heroine" along with other roles
and get some real positive critical reactions. I was even able to rehearse
in my dorm without too much teasing because I was still playing my master
role of the "macho man " and quite successfully even in bed where I was
beginning to learn all sorts of fantastic things that I could do once I was
finally stripped of the last vestige of my role-playing by William.

Once I had mastered each role, even to the satisfaction of my professor (
with a lot of individual private tutoring - but that's another whole story
), I began working on putting them together. Most of this I had to do on my
own since I didn't want to share this plan orr experience with anyone. My
professor, Paul, did help a bit when I told him I wanted to feel
comfortable slipping from one role to the next. He criticized that I seem
to be holding onto one character while I played another and couldn't
understand why it seem to be intensifying. This was, of course, exactly
what I wanted to happen, but I didn't tell him that. When his frustration
with me ( outside of bed only) became complete, I went into the next phase
- my costumes.

For when I was discovered to be a "boy," all I needed was a boy's
jockstrap. It had to be a boy's so that it was tight enough to hold my cock
and balls down and to a minimum and so the strap wouldn't show above my
frilly unmentionables. For my role as a young girl I decided I'd go with
sexy panties and rather than pantyhose, got a garter belt and stockings -
all in white with tiny virginal blue bows on the garter belt. Finally, for
the worldly young woman, I went with the white sheer pirate-like blouse
with billowing sleeves that could be buttoned up or down, a tight black
Lycra Mini-skirt, black high heels, and a very revealing white bra. For
accessories I went with dangling gold jewelry - hoop earrings and gold
chains that would hang into my cleavage. I had considered trying to style
my own hair, but decided that I needed something more dramatic to stress
the changes, so I borrowed a long wig only a little blonder than my own
hair from the drama department. That way I could wear it up when I wanted
to appear older, then down when I want to appear younger and more innocent,
and take it off when I was a boy. The makeup was no real problem except
that I had to use something that could easily and quickly be wiped off for
each role without being obvious about it.  Finally I got a pair of foam
falsies with nipples at a joke shop. I had to color them to match my skin
tone, but in soft light, even with my white lace bra I was able to make
them look pretty realistic. Under the falsies I would wear suction cups
which, when worn long enough, would cause my nipples to swell so that they
looked like tits just beginning to bud. They wouldn't stay like that for
long, but I figured that William would help by sucking on them, and I
didn't think I'd need them for too long.

The next step was to try out each of my roles on strangers, so on
consecutive days I went to different stores in the town where William
worked and put on a dress rehearsal. Each was successful. It's only a shame
that I hadn't invited critics to review my performances.

Finally the day for my actual premiere performance arrived. I had "cased"
William for a month; sometimes just calling in the evening with the wrong
number or a supposed survey, and sometimes going by is house. I found out
that Mondays and Tuesdays that he was always home alone and seemed to
settle in about eight o'clock or eight-thirty.

I got to his town about one o'clock and rented a motel room for my
preparation. I took a hot bath, shaved my chest, under my arms, my legs and
some of my pubic hair so it would look like it was just beginning to
sprout. For my first performance I didn't bother with the heavy jewelry or
blouse since I would be wearing a coat, light enough to be left on and I
thought I'd feel especially sexy that way. I wore a pleated skirt and
regular pantyhose without any binding or underwear. I went a bit heavy on
the makeup to give the impression of young girl trying to look older and
was extreme in trying to make my hair look sophisticated. I not only looked
convincing, I was convincing. I drove to the bank. I'd called earlier and
made an appointment to speak to someone about the loan. I haven't asked for
Mr. Byrons, but the secretary made the appointment with him. If she hadn't,
I was prepared to call again and use another voice, even if it meant having
all the loan officers sitting there waiting for supposed appointments while
I sat with William.

I entered the bank seemingly quite assured, but nervous as hell. I wasn't
so sure myself now and when he came to the waiting area and called me I was
sure I was going to confess all. As it was, however, other than some
difficulty with my keeping my coat, things went well. It was difficult
deciding whether he was just being gentlemanly or "coming on" to me, but
either way I was content. He began making out the application, ask me
questions, etc., as I relaxed and sat back showing more leg that was
necessary which did catch his attention. When he began asking questions
about the reason for the loan, I said I wanted to establish myself in town
and get a job, that I had just moved from the next state. Then he began the
references, jobs, collateral, cosigners, etc. This was an important part of
my role. I had to lose my self-assurance without going to pieces and try to
take on a, streetwise attitude without sounding like a used up slut. Well,
once again, the star gave the performance off her life in her
presentation. Mr. Byron's pulled his chair closer to mine and speaking much
softer said, "Look, Kid, you're really pretty convincing, but I used to
teach kids. You're a runaway. I don't know what the problem is, but why
don't you call home. There's only one way you're going to make it on the
streets and you don't seem like you're ready for it."

" I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Byrons."  " O. K.,
Ms. Roberts. The fact is I can't give you a loan. Come back in about three
of four years and I'm sure I can help you."  " To you personally,
Mr. Byrons?"  " Yes, Ms. Roberts, to me personally. I'm sure then that I'll
be able to give you anything you ask for."  " Anything?"  " Yes, I think
anything!"  " Well, thank you. You've been very kind. Perhaps we'll meet
again."  " I'd like that."

Success! Success! William was interested. I'm not sure which of us he was
interested in, but he was interested. The only flaw in my performance was
that he must've taken me for 16 or 17, but that was no problem. Now for my
night performance. I stopped at a restaurant for a quick meal and then
returned to the motel. I left a five o'clock call and took a well-deserved
nap. The ordeal had taken a lot out of me and I fell asleep immediately. At
five o'clock I got up and took another bath, this time a bubble bath to put
me into the mood and shaved again. I powdered and perfumed. I then put on
my jockstrap and pulled my equipment down. The next step was to put the
moisturizing cream on my nipples and then put on the suction cups and let
the law of physics" doits stuff." I then positioned the falsities over the
cups, using double-sided adhesive tape. Next the lace bra. I looked in the
mirror and positioned everything very carefully so that except for close
examination, which I was sure William would do, everything looked fairly
natural. I then worked on my makeup, making it a bit heavier than I had
earlier so I`d look a bit more " sluttish" and less "nice girlish". Then
the wig and jewelry. Standing like that, looking in the mirror I reeked of
raw sexuality. It was almost a shame to cover it up, but I had to be sure
that William let me in before I set out to seduce him ( if that became
necessary!). I then put on the blouse and unbuttoned it so that a fairly
good amount of cleavage was on display, and some of the gold chains rested
neatly and tickled my breasts. I completed the picture with my panties,
garter belt, stockings, miniskirt and high heels. I had put the panties on
last because I didn't want to stain them with the pre-cum that was dripping
copiously from my cock - even when it wasn't hard. I hoped that I was all
run out, at least for a while. I had considered nail polish, but that would
interfere with the image of the young boy, so I pass that up.

I gave myself one more long appraising look in the mirror and set out on my
quest. My plan was simple - just to get in the house. After that I felt
sure that nature would take care of itself. If he weren't in or had
company, or claimed to be expecting company I'd have to play it by ear, but
I was sure that that wasn't going to happen. On my way over I stopped at
the package store to buy a bottle of champagne and was assured by the
persistence of the clerk that I was very convincing. So convincing, in
fact, that the only way I got out of there without being raped was by
dropping my voice to its normal pitch and whispering to him," bite on my
cock, buddy!" I think he's probably still in shock, and it's too bad
because he was a hot looking stud, perhaps a bit too macho for my taste,
but I think I could have had him singing soprano after about 10 minutes
with me in the stock room.

I pulled up to William's house. Only his car was in the driveway, and the
only light showing was a flickering light in the room towards the back of
the house that I guessed was a den. So he was watching television -
hopefully a hard-core video - hopefully because of me. I walked up to the
door and rang the bell. After a minute or so I heard him coming to the door
and then he opened it, standing behind it. "Yes?"

" Hi, Mr. Byrons. Remember me?"  " Ms. Roberts! What the fu----???"  " What
the fuck am I doing here?"  " Yes! I mean no! I mean pardon my language,"
he stammered, " I was just surprised to see you."  " No need to apologize,
Mr. Byrons, I'm not unfamiliar with the word - in all its uses." My
presence alone had caused a reaction on his part, but the statement caused
him to pull away from the door and I saw why he was hiding behind it. He
was wearing only a skimpy pair of bikini briefs. And from the bulge there
he either had been watching a porno video or he was reacting to my charm
even sooner than I had hoped. He quickly recovered himself and positioned
the door again.

" How the hell did you find out where I lived? And without meaning to be
rude, what do you want?"  " Well, it is a bit chilly out here, so right now
what I'd like is to come in."  " Look, Miss Roberts, I'm really not dressed
for company, and I don't think you should be here, anyhow."

I put on my best pouty look. "Oh, please, Mr. Byron's. Besides I'm really
not company. And since I'm not a client with the bank, there's no conflict
of interest. Just for a moment?" He thought for a moment while he examined
the merchandise and finally said, "All right, for a moment. Wait here."  He
closed the door over but didn't shut it, so as he retreated to what was the
den, I slipped in and got a rear view of my fantasy. I wasn't the slightest
bit disappointed. His physique was very good with only the slightest hint
of middle-age spread in the bikini briefs just barely covered two nicely
shaped melons just waiting to be squeezed. I was tempted to follow him and
do just that, but again I held back. I didn't mind doing all the work as
long as he was the one to make the first actual sexual move.

I waited inside while he switched off the television and put on some
lights. When he came out he was wearing a pair of silk-like jogging pants
and matching top. "It is all right now, Miss Roberts, I'd be a fool to deny
I'm intrigued and interested, but as I said at the bank, I think you should
go home and come back in a few years."

"That's the reason I came by. I've decided to take your advice and I wanted
to thank you personally and ask you to help me celebrate my
decision. You're the first man that has shown that type of concern for me,
and I really feel good about it. I have no one else to celebrate with. Once
I get home, things are going to be very dull and boring, and I need some
kind of memory to help carry me through. I brought some champagne. Don't
worry, I'm pretty used to liquor and if you get some glasses, I'll serve
you so you won't have to be concerned about my being a minor."

"All right, come on." He led me into the den. I surveyed the room, then sat
on the sofa.

"This is really nice. Anytime I've been invited to the man's house it's
usually ended up being just a crummy room." During all this conversation I
let my voice become less sophisticated and more child-like. It was having
its effect

"And just how may times have you been invited to men's houses," he asked,
still standing.

"Actually," I confessed, "a lot, but I just went to one, not counting boys
at school, of course. And I got out of there real fast once I realized what
he wanted."

"Which was what?"

"Nothing important. Why don't you get some glasses and open the bottle and
I'll pour some champagne." When he left, I got up and put out the lights
except for one, pulled the shades and found some soft music on the radio
and return to the sofa. When he returned with the glasses I took them from
him and put them on the table next to me. He remained standing in the
middle of the room.

"Look, Miss Robert, I----"

"Please call me `Pet;` it's short for Petula."

"I don't think so."

"Why?"

"I just don't think it's a good idea."

"Would it help if I call to William?"

"Not at all. It would only make matters worse. Hopefully I'm not like the
guy who invited you to his room, but while you might not have noticed, I am
a man and I have my limits."

"Oh, I have noticed. If I hadn't noticed at the door when I saw you in
those cute bikini briefs, I certainly am noticing it now," I whispered
looking directly at his crotch which had started to tent out
beautifully. He looked down and casually covered himself.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about. I'm sure this is all fun for you,
but when this starts becoming fun for me you might not like it, so why
don't we call it a night and both of us can have something to entertain our
friends with." I stood up and went over to him. He started to back away but
I stopped him and pressed myself against him. When I got un on my tiptoes,
my chest was just on a level with his chest as I pressed against the silky
material, I felt the tightness of his chest and the slight erection of his
nipples. His heart was beating fast, but still slower than mine. I slipped
my hand to his crotch and covered his semi--hardness.

"Do you really want me to go, William?" He arms reluctantly encircled me as
his hands cupped my ass.

"No!" He almost whimpered, "but I'm going to fuck you. I am going to fuck
you real hard no matter how old you are. If you have anything else in mind
you can get the hell out, or I'll call the police."

"You fucking stud, if you think I'm going to settle for anything else,
you're out of your fucking mind."

"Are you sure?" He asked turning my face to his.

"I fucking sure," I answered. "Only let's take it slow. I've been
fantasizing about this for a long, long time."

"Oh, yeah, baby. But only if you drop the foul language. It doesn't suit
you. You're no slut. You look like a god damn woman now, but you're a
kid. You want a man between your legs, I can understand that but let me
know I'm fucking a child-woman. I'll really get off on that."

"That sounds perfect to me, William."

"One more thing, just how old are you, Petula?"

"I like that. No one calls me `Petula', but you make it sound grown-up and
sexy."

"How old, you little tease?"

"That's something I want you to find out. I'm old enough to want it. I'm
protected and safe. That's all I'm going to tell you. All the other
surprises you have to discover and there are plenty of them." He chuckled
and walked me over to the sofa where he poured the drinks, handed me mine,
toasted our evening together and then sat back and putting his arm around
me, pulled me against him.

"All right, sweetheart, remember anything goes. You set the limits, or
rather did away with them. This is your last chance to leave."

"Well, then, William, the sky's the limit or however high you care to take
me because I'm here for the duration."

"Then let me create a little bit of a mood by putting the video on that I
was watching before I was so deliciously interrupted." Using remote units
he turned the television on. I could understand why William hid behind the
door when he came to the door. With the sizzling action on the screen he
must've had a lot that he wanted to hide from prying eyes. I settled back
into his arms and he immediately reach around to start rubbing my bra
cup. I pushed my breast forward into his inquisitive hands, slid down his
chest onto his lap. We had a lot of catching up to do with the video, but,
actually, that was the last either of us noticed of the action on the
screen.

I reached up and took his face into my hands and brought it down to my
lips. He came willingly with his mouth open and his tongue darting to
impale itself between mine. He shifted under me and I felt his cock,
already swollen and hard, caress my neck. I reached back behind me and
grabbed his piece of man-meat, gripping it hard and broke away from his
kiss and turned my head. A sweet wetness wiped my cheek, a sign of his
already intense desire, as I found the head of his cock still encased in
his briefs and took it into my mouth, tasting the salty pre-cum that had
drooled forth to meet my attention. I took as much of it as I could between
my lips, soaking material of his briefs with my salivating mouth. I had
always fantasized that he would be well-endowed, but had restrained my
fantasies with what I thought was reality; however, I could have let my
fantasies run absolutely wild. I had considered 7 inches and even 8 inches,
but the piece of man-meat I had in my mouth and hand had to be at least 9
inches and very, very thick.

While I was making my discoveries, William was doing his own
exploration. He had opened my blouse was sucking on the left cup of my bra
and his hand was between my thighs. I was almost beyond control, but I knew
that his discovering too much too soon might destroy everything. I had
hoped this first time would be slow and gentle and sensuous, but there was
absolutely no way that either of us was going to be able to control
ourselves for long. My own cock was straining against the insufficient
restraint of the boy's jockstrap that I was wearing. I pulled away from the
treasure that I had just possessed and turned around. I was gasping for
breath and my voice was labored, but low and sultry.

"God damn it, William, let's slow down.  My juices are already flowing and
I'm ready to orgasm right now. I want that thing of yours in me when I
cum. I want to see it." All the while I was fighting him from between my
legs and trying to straighten up. I finally got away from his hands, but
his mouth was on my bra and he was pulling my blouse off my shoulders. I
stood up, pulling him with me. When we both were standing, he literally
lifted me off the floor and again we began French-kissing. If his cock was
going to feel any thing like the tongue-fucking he was giving my mouth, I
was almost ready to reveal everything, but common sense prevailed and I
pulled away and slid to my knees. I pulled his bikinis down, releasing his
prick and taking it immediately into my mouth. His moans filled the air as
I gave him the best cock bath I had ever given. The head of his cock
swelled, his balls pulled tightly against his crotch. He was ready to
shoot, I wasn't ready to let him. I pulled away, "William, stay right like
that. I have to get something." He looked at me as though he didn't know
whether to kill me or rape me and his indecision gave me time to go over to
the desk and get what I was looking for. I returned and knelt in front of
him again, took his cock in my hand and use the ruler to measure it. 9 ½
inches!

"You little bitch," he moaned, "you could have just asked."  "Not for this,
sweet William, I needed real substantiation. When I talk of this, and I
will, I don't want to be accused of exaggerating. It's nine and one
glorious half inches. How the hell do you hide it?"  "Usually it's only
nine. You've given it some real motivation. And right now, I don't want to
hide it. Come on Bitch, school's out. Let's get to the homework." I smiled
sweetly and started to put the ruler down but he took it from my hand.  "On
second thought," he said, "why don't we measured those boobs of yours? Off
with that fucking bra."  "Not yet, William, please."  "Yes, now,
Petula. You have nothing to hide. They are pretty nice, but I've sucked
enough tits to know their falsities. Now let's see what you really have and
see if I can figure out how old you really are."

So the time had come for the first unveiling! But I wanted the effects to
be immediate, not gradual. "All right, I'm willing and looking at you and
that piece of meat of yours, I don't think you'll lose interest. But you
have to promise you won't decide to go moral on me."  "Baby, I knew before
we started that you were jailbait, remember? Just you remember your
promise," he said, gripping his hard cock. "Daddy's going to get laid
tonight."

I walked back over to him and pressed hard against him and in my young girl
voice said, "You don't have to worry about that, Daddy, I'm beginning to
think that you're getting off on all of this. Why don't you sit down here,"
I said, pushing him back onto the sofa, "and let me see if I can look like
you want me to." I went into the bathroom, got myself under control a
bit. Cleaned up almost all of the makeup. Changed my hair a bit. I took off
the bra, falsies and suction cups, and put the blouse back on without
buttoning it. The suction cups had done their job. My tits stood out about
inch or so and the material of the blouse just drapped seductively over
them. I left everything else on and return to William.

"Well?" I asked, as I stood in the doorway turns side with so my tits could
be seen.  "That`s more like it, Baby! Come here to Daddy." I almost skipped
to him and jumped into his lap. My absence had deflated his man-meat a bit,
but as soon as he pulled my blouse aside and he took my tits into his
hands, it recovered. "Oh, Baby, these are fantastic. Just right." And his
hands indicated he was really turned on - he pulled and rubbed and
gripped. His treatment was almost brutal, but a nice brutal. "I'm going to
suck these until you cum in your panties, then I`m going to suck that sweet
virgin pussy of yours till you come again and again." At that he picked me
up and stretched me out on the sofa, knelt between my legs and lowered
himself onto me, putting his prick between my legs and up under my ass,
forced my hands over my head and began sucking on my tits like nothing I`ve
ever felt before, going back and forth between them, using his fingers on
the one that wasn't in his mouth. He sucked, licked, nibbled and bit; I was
in ecstasy, thrashing about wildly and did almost cum as he ground his
groin into me and humped between my ass crack with his cock. I twisted my
own groin as much as possible trying to avoid the impossible friction
against my own cock, fearful that he would discover it although there
seemed little need since he seems totally oblivious to everything except my
tits and ass, and more immediately fearful that I would shoot my load.

"Oh, you sweet, sweet, baby-bitch! I need to be inside you!" Here it came,
the moment of truth. "I want to shoot my cum-load inside you. I want to
feel you squeeze and them squirm on my cock-meat. I am going to shove it
inside you and ride you all the way to the stars, Baby. Lift that fucking
hot ass of yours up so I can get your panties down."

I started to protest, but he wouldn't give me a chance. He was all over me,
my lips, my neck, my tits; his hands grabbing my thighs, my ass cheeks,
kneading and squeezing them. I realized I couldn't resist, nor did I want
to. Whatever was to come, I wanted it. I wanted it real bad. I, too, needed
it. I reached down and began to pull up my skirt. He pushed my hand away,
"No, Baby, I'll do it." I lifted my hips, but instead of lifting up my
skirt in front, he pushed it up in back and pulled my panties down over my
ass. "I'm going in the back way, Baby. That's where I want to put it. I'm
going to just use my spit and shove it in there and then I'm going to fuck
your ass. I'm going to rip you apart and you're going to skin my meat
raw. You're going to remember this one." With that he picked my hips up,
put my legs over his shoulders, spit on his hand and covered his cock with
spit, found my ass hole, positioned himself and shoved.

Thank God I had lubricated myself before I came. It had dried up a bit, but
provided some protection. I had used dildos, pretty big ones, but I wasn't
ready for the pain and torture of his first thrust. I thought I was
literally being ripped apart as he pounded away at my boy-pussy, pulling
almost all the way out and then driving his ramrod into the very center of
my being, yet each time the pain became less painful and more erotic - and
then even intensely exciting. It then became exquisitely torturous as the
swollen head began to pound away at my pleasure gland. As he sucked my tits
and pumped my sweet ass, I could feel my own cock which had deflated at his
first assault, become hard once again and larger and larger and larger.

"Oh, shit, Baby, get ready for my hot steaming cum I'm going to give it all
to you." he shoved his meat into me one more time and then froze in mid-air
and I felt the first blast of his hot cum shoot into my ass. The warmth
from his throbbing cock and hot sperm drove me right over the edge and my
own organ spasmed and shot. We both frenzied; he, driving his cock deeper
and deeper inside me as though he were trying to become enveloped in my
ass, and I, trying to shove my pantied-covered cock into his mouth.

When our cocks were finally spent, William collapsed on top of me, heaving
and gasping and moaning, and I matched him. "Baby, I'll confess to you I've
had it jailbait before, but you are the most fantastic-ever. Even if you
were to blow the whistle right now; it would all be worth it."  "If I were
to do that, then I wouldn't be able to have you again, and that's something
I plan to have a lot more times."  "You know, Baby, there's just one more
thing that would really drive me insane and make me want to do this again
and again."  "You name it, Stud."

William lifted himself up just a bit and reached under my skirt, cupped the
wet, sticky fabric of my panties and jockstrap and said, "let me suck this
piece of boy-meat until I get it hard again and then have it stuck up my
ass!!!!"



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That's exactly what he did. He stripped my skirt off, lapped up the spent
cum from my panties and then my jockstrap and finally my cock. Once he was
rock hard, he led me into his bedroom and with only one handful of spit, I
rammed into his ass doggy style and when I came, he was only one shot
behind me. We talked later and I was perfectly honest except for when I
knew him from. I wasn't sure that would make him feel too comfortable. I
made up a story about how I had seen him when I was doing somebank business
for school and that my telephone calls had given me the idea of the
disguises. We tried everything else all night and the next day after he
called in sick. Sometimes we'd drift off to sleep with him still in my ass,
and sometimes with me in his.

The next morning we made plans to get together that week-end and I was sure
that everything had worked out exactly as I had planned only better until I
was leaving and he patted me on the top of my head and said, "I'm really
looking forward to having you in my class, Peter. I'm sure we'll get along
very well. You see, Peter, I really meant that and I've thought about you a
lot. And, I must say, it turned out even better than I would have hoped."