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* Disclaimer: The following piece is a work of pornography. Because    *
* the characters in it do not have to deal with the consequences of    *
* their actions, they put themselves in situations that are            *
* undesirable in real life. The primary intent of this text is to      *
* sexually arouse the reader. If this makes you uncomfortable, or if   *
* you are 19.5 years of age or younger, please stop reading now.       *

Face Time
by Ed Rider

It was late by the time I was finished with cheerleading practice and I
was eager to get home, away from school for the day at last.
Unfortunately, as I was packing up my bookbag, I noticed that I was
missing one of my spiral notebooks, one that had some important notes
from english class. I thought for a while as to where it could be. I
went back to my locker, but it wasn't there either. I stood in the
deserted hallway, and I finally decided that I must have left it in
the classroom.

Miss Castle was my english teacher. She was a fairly young woman with
blonde hair and a serious demeanor. Her class was in the east wing of
the school, so I had to walk all the way across the building to get
there. I wasn't sure how I was going to get into the classroom, but
I guess I figured I could find a janitor to let me in briefly.

Unfortunately not even the janitors were around at this time, and I only
went to Ms. Castle's door on the vague hope that it would be unlocked
for some reason. I don't know what it was, but something made me
approach her room very cautiously.

When I peered in through the window on the door, I was in for quite a
shock! I could see Ms. Castle seated at her desk, at the front of the
room. She wasn't doing anything, just leaning back in her chair pulled
back a bit from her desk. I almost knocked on the door, but all of a
sudden I stopped and froze. Ms. Castle wasn't alone in the room! There,
sitting on the floor in front of her, there was someone else. It was
a boy, some student I didn't know. And his face was busily occupied
between Ms. Castle's legs!

I let out my breath in a gasp and quietly pulled away from the window.
Had they seen me? No, of course not, they were both quite occupied with
each other. I leaned back over and glanced into the room as
unobtrusively as I could. I hadn't mis-seen a thing. Miss Castle's jeans
were lying on the floor beside her, and this boy was... was giving her
oral sex! From the looks of it, she was enjoying it quite a bit. I stood
in rapt attention for a moment as I watched the two of them. Then, as
sudden as a rabbit, guilt leapt into me and I turned from the door and
hastily made a retreat.

Well, I never did get that notebook back in time for the test. (turns
out I had left it somewhere else entirely) However, Ms. Castle had
given me something much more vexing than grammar to think about. I know
I should have just put it out of my head, but for some reason my
thoughts kept returning in that direction. I watched Ms. Castle as she
returned papers in class. She was young, I supposed, why shouldn't she
have a lover? But, a student? Something inside me knew that I should
report this to... to someone, but on the other hand, what would I say?

I decided that it was none of my business. But in class, when we were
supposed to be writing, my eyes darted up to the front of the room,
where Ms. Castle sat at her desk. She could have someone under her
desk right now, I thought. Someone could be sitting under her desk
and... someone could down there doing that stuff to her right now!

The thought sent shivers down my spine. It was so naughty, to think
those kinds of things about a teacher. I shouldn't have looked in her
window that night, I knew. But how was I to help that? It was clearly
an accident. I made myself focus on my writing, and not think any more
about Ms. Castle's extra-curricular activities.

For the short-term, I was successful. A few days passed and I was able
to go to english class and not think about my teacher in... in that
position. I had plenty to do throughout each day, and gradually the
image of what I had seen was drained from my mind.

Unfortunately, not all thoughts are so easy to sweep away. In the
minutes that I lay in my bed each night, waiting for sleep to come to
me, my mind persisted in these avenues of inquiry. It seemed that this
time was conducive to introspection, as if the sleeping mind and the
awakened mind were pausing for conversation just before they switched
places.

You know you want it. That statement circled around my head one night.
But what? What did I want? I didn't have to wait long before the
answer quite unwillingly occurred to me. You want someone to do that
to you. You want someone to get between your legs like that boy in
Ms. Castle's room. You want someone to lick your pussy and make it feel
good all over.

I almost blushed, lying there in the darkness. My blankets felt hot
and constricting. I rarely masturbate, but I found that my hand was
already down below my waist, rubbing my sensitive pussy lips through
my panties. I drifted off to sleep that night thinking of boys and
their tongues and the delicious things they might do with them.

*

You might think that for a cheerleader and a popular girl, it would
be an easy matter to find someone who would be up to performing oral
sex on me. However, I did not have the reputation of a slut, and neither
did I wish to acquire it. Since I had no boyfriend, or even close male
acquaintances, my prospects seemed some days to be non-existant.

Still, this did not deter my mind from plotting, from lingering on these
thoughts from day to day. Unbeknownst to my active thoughts, I was
formulating a plan. This plan went on from day to day, and while I knew
I was enacting each portion of it, for some reason the larger picture
was generally shut away from my reason.

One day, however, there was no denying what my plan was. I held my
lunch bag in hand and looked around the crowded cafeteria. Robert was
sitting alone at a small table, as he usually did. I sauntered towards
him.

Robert was the name of the boy I had seen with Miss Castle. I had found
this out, along with much other information about him. He was a junior,
one year younger than me, and he was in Ms. Castle's third period class.
He was not one of the popular boys at the school, athough he lacked any
of the qualities that would make him some sort of outcast or cause any
popular person to look down on him. Altogther he was a quiet boy who
liked art classes.

When I sat down at the table with him without so much of a word, he
was surprised. Surely anyone else would have been surprised to see one
of the cheerleaders sit down at lunch with a nobody. I ignored him for
a moment, as if I had sat down across from him by accident, and I got
out my lunch and put it on the table.

I smiled at him. "Hi," I said, letting my eyes meet his with a
mischevous sparkle.

Robert looked around as if there had to be someone else I was talking
to. "Uh, hello," he replied.

What I wanted was just to lean over the table and whisper in his ear.
I wanted to come right out say to him, Robert, get down on your knees
under this table and start licking. As you might imagine, the words
caught in my throat long before they ever came out of my mouth.

"My name's Melanie," I said instead.

He told me his name, and I pretended that I was hearing it for the
first time. After that we only said a few more words to each other.
I was a little nervous, but not nearly as uncomfortable as he seemed
to be. For the most part I ate my lunch in silence, and when I was done,
I wiped my lips with a napkin, smiled, and told him that maybe I would
see him tomorrow or something. As I left, he just sat there with what
must have been a confused smile.

The next day I did the same thing, and we spoke a little more. He asked
me why I was sitting with him, and I got a little flustered and muttered
something about a falling out among cheerleaders, which he seemed to
accept at face value.

On the third day I had the courage to come right out and tell him. "I
know about you and Miss Castle," I said, right out of the blue.

He hurriedly swallowed a bite of his sandwich. "What?" he asked with
eyes wide.

"I know." I stated it matter of factly. "Not going to fail that class,
are you?"

He actually blushed. For some reason, I felt wonderful at that moment.
Probably because I knew my plan was going to succeed.

"Uh, no." He managed to push out.

I just kept smiling at him and went on eating my lunch. He didn't have
much more to say to me, but that was okay. It was easy to get him to
agree to meet more after school, so that we could "discuss" these
matters in a more private setting.

When he saw me again that afternoon he couldn't help but grin. We went
back to my house and from there up to my room. I didn't know how to
procede from there so we just sat down on my bed, and eventually he
leaned over and started kissing me. I kissed him back, and we rolled
back onto the bed and made out for a while.

He was clumsy but eager, and I enjoyed holding him. But, we were there
for a pretty specific reason. I put my hands on his shoulders and
pushed him down off me. He knew what I wanted, and we quickly got my
pants off. His tongue was heavenly, even better than I could have
imagined. My body writhed in pleasure as he licked me all over my
pretty pussy.

I came twice. I've never done that before, not in one day, definitely
not in the short hour he spent with me. When I was done I
pushed his head away from me and squeezed my legs together, just
basking in the pleaure. Gradually I came back to the present and sat
up. Robert was just sitting on the bed, still fully clothed, looking
at me with a calm expression on his face. I hugged him rather awkwardly
and later he left. And that was how the unlikely Robert became my
boyfriend.

*

It went on like that, the two of us rarely talking in school, but
getting together in the evenings fairly often. I gave him a hand job
one night, because I had never done that before and was curious. Some
other nights he would masturbate and I would help him, kissing his neck
and snuggling up against his body. But always, every night I could get
him alone, he went down on me, and licked me until I was satisfied.

This went on for a couple of weeks, and I was beginning to get used to
it. One time I asked him if he was still doing 'favors' for Ms. Castle,
and he said that he was, but quite infrequently these days, and I
assured him that once in a while was okay with me. And then one day
I got a bit of a surprise.

Mrs. Brown, my history teacher, had told me to stay after class one day.
Hers was my last class of the day, so I remained at my desk as the
other kids filed out. I was a bit nervous. If Ms. Castle was a serious
person, then Mrs. Brown was downright strict. While the rowdy boys may
have pulled pranks in other teachers' classes they held themselves a bit
more in check for Mrs. Brown.

Finally she and I were alone in the classroom. Mrs. Brown got up and
closed the door, then walked back over to me, taking a seat in the
desk next to me. This was strange, I had no idea what she wanted to talk
to me about. Maybe she was concered about my grade in the class which I
thought was sure to be a C.

Mrs. Brown looked me up and down. Finally she spoke. "I hear you
have a relationship with Bobby." she stated.

Omigod! What did she know about that? I blushed furiously. But it didn't
have anything to do with her, did it? I felt like her eyes were boring
into me. At length she gave me what might have been a reassuring smile.

"Oh, don't look so guilty, dearie," she said. "It's perfectly all right
for a girl like you to go out with a boy. I just thought perhaps you
should know some things."

I was aghast. I sat fixed in my seat, maybe from shame, maybe from fear,
probably because I just didn't know what else to do. Mrs. Brown went on
talking to me as if she were giving a lecture on early colonialism. She
told me that I had been doing a good job, but that I was in need of a
little training, things that I couldn't just pick up on my own. I
just nodded and murmured assent. Gradually as she talked I relaxed just
a bit.

There was a knock on the door. Again Mrs. Brown went to the door, opened
and closed it. I was a bit embarassed to see the entrant, but, on the
bright side, at least this wasn't about my grade in history.

It was Robert. He came into the room with his eyes on the floor, looking
for all the world like a condemned prisoner. When I saw him my heart
lifted, as the sight of a lover is always welcome, even in strange
circumstances.

Things got stranger. Mrs. Brown locked the door, and pulled down a
little shade over the window. (I guess Ms. Castle didn't have one of
those :)) Then she turned out the lights and returned to her desk and
sat down. Robert came over and sat down next to me. He said hi to me
very quietly and I mumbled hello back.

It was dim in the room, but not dark. Mrs. Brown sat at her desk as
if she led a class of two on every day. I couldn't hear anyone in the
hall outside; it occurred to me the Mrs. Brown had the farthest
classroom from the main building. She was also in the east wing, at the
end of a hall.

"So Bobby, you've managed to find yourself a little girlfriend." Mrs.
Brown's tone was sharp, but at the same time she spoke with a great
familiarity. 'Bobby' just stared at his desk and said nothing. "Tell me
Bobby, what have the two of you been doing?"

And then, to my great mortification, Bobby began to describe our
after-school encounters. I tried to sink into my desk, but it was no
use. It must have seemed a strange scene. There we were, two students
sitting in the front row, receiving a lesson from our teacher, except
the light were out and Bobby was just saying how much he loved licking
my... licking my cunt!

He called it a cunt too, right there in front of Mrs. Brown, and she
just nodded and bade him continue. I blushed and looked anywhere but
at Bobby or Mrs. Brown, and he went on describing all the different
things the two of us had done.

Finally he came to some conclusion, and Mrs. Brown nodded. "My," she
said, "you two certainly have been busy. But Bobby, you seem to have
left something out. All these times when Melanie helped you get off, did
you ask for her permission to cum?"

By now I had reached my threshold level of embarassment. Nothing that
came after had any power to further redden my cheeks. Bobby just looked
downcast. "No Ma'am," he told her. "No I didn't."

"Hm. Well," said Mrs. Brown. "I suppose there are extenuating
circumstances. *But*, that does not mean you won't be punished. Come
here, boy."

And then, to my utter astonishment, Bobby went over to Mrs. Brown's desk
and started taking off his pants. Mrs. Brown just watched him do that
with no suprise, and then she opened up a desk drawer and pulled
something out of it. I didn't realize what it was at first, but then
Bobby, who was standing there in his underwear, leaned over her desk
so that his chest was draped across it and his butt was sticking up
in the air.

Mrs. Brown was holding a wooden paddle! It looked just like one for
playing ping-pong, but it was a little larger and didn't have any
rubber sides on it. Mrs. Brown raised it up and then she smacked Bobby
on the ass with it!

Smack!! I nearly jumped out of my chair! Bobby's weight shifted, but
he barely moved at all. Then Mrs. Brown hit him again -- and again! She
was spanking him!

I leaned forward in my chair nervously, but I couldn't take my eyes off
the sight of Bobby in his underwear. Mrs. Brown paddled him again, hard,
and I think he nearly cried out. My heart started beating hard and fast
in my chest. Why was she spanking him? Omigod, is she going to spank me
next?!

Mrs. Brown rested for a second, rubbing Bobby's butt with the paddle.
"How many swats is that, Bobby?" she asked him.

"Four, Ma'am," he replied.

"Very good, Bobby."

Oh my. For some reason, watching Bobby getting spanked was really
bringing heat up to my face. And then, as Mrs. Brown smacked both sides
of his ass in quick succession, then repeated the action: smack!smack!
I found the heat was spreading to other parts of my body as well. My
pussy was getting wet! I squeezed my thighs together and was rewarded
with great pleasure.

Mrs. Brown lectured Bobby as she continued to let those stinging swats
fly. "You won't cum again without a woman's permission, will you Bobby?"
Smack!!

"N-n-no Ma'am." It seemed Bobby's voice was near breaking. My own
resolve was trembling as well. Could I reach down and rub myself with
a hand? Was I allowed to? Suppose Mrs. Brown saw me... would she spank
me as well?

Smack! Smack! Smack! The paddle rose and fell with regularity on Bobb's
scantily covered behind. For a few surreal moments I could hear nothing
but the sound of the paddle and my own heavy breathing. I squirmed in
my seat and contracted my muscles, bringing delicious tension to my
excited pussy.

Just a few more hard swats and Bobby's ordeal was mercifully ended. Mrs.
Brown put the paddle back in her desk and allowed a tearful Bobby to put
his pants back on, but not before he apologized profusely and promised
never again to cum without permission.

He came back over to me but did not retake his seat. I was mute, looking
furtively from Mrs. Brown to Bobby and back to Mrs. Brown again. Mrs.
Brown gave me a flip look of satisfaction. "That, my dear girl," she
told me matter-of-factly, "is how to punish a wayward young lad." For
some reason Bobby reached out his hand to me and I took it, squeezing
gently.

"Are there any questions?" inquired Mrs. Brown. Two questions instantly
came to my mind. The first was: am I going to get spanked? And the
second, matching the first in intensity, was: when am I going to get
Bobby to lick me?

Of course I didn't come right out and say those. But Mrs. Brown kept
looking at me intently. "Come now dearie," she persisted, "Surely you
must have a question or two?"

After a long pause, breath finally fought it way to my mouth, to voice
my unasked queries. They came tumbling out of me, with no reason.
"Is Bobby... Can I... we... are we allowed?" I tried again, under Mrs.
Brown's approving stare. "Is Bobby and me... Is Bobby still allowed
to... to go down on me?"

Mrs. Brown laughed. "Why of course!" she exclaimed to my surprise.
"Bobby can lick your cunt whenever you desire him to. Although..."
she grinnned, "perhaps you should exercise more discretion than he
and Sara." (Sara is Ms. Castle's name!)

"Well then, then..." I can't believe I was asking this of one of my
teachers. The previous events had conspired to loosen my tongue on
these matters. "Can he do it now?" I flushed. I hadn't meant to be
so direct, to ask outright if Bobby could pleasure me here in the
classroom. It was the straining sensation, the one that went all through
my body, but started from between my legs, that made me be so bold.

Mrs. Brown laughed. She didn't answer, instead looking at her watch, and
then gathering up her purse and jacket. She looked at Bobby. "What a
darling girl she is," she said to him, as she gestured that the three
of us should be leaving.

I stood up and went with Bobby and her to the door. "First we must go
over to Sara's house," Mrs. Brown told me. "She's been expecting us.
And then, my dear Melanie, Bobby will lick all of our cunts."

end.

* The author humbly invites you to send your comments, questions, and
* requests to be emailed to Ed_Rider7@hotmail.com

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