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Subject: {ASSM} Pre-Algebra by Mat Twassel
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Pre-Algebra
by Mat Twassel
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I knew it was a mistake to take Keith home, but
he kept pestering, and finally I said, okay,
but we can't fool around because I share the
place with my sister, or actually she lets me
live there, so be good, please.

Keith promised to be good.

"So you share a bedroom with your sister?"
Keith asked almost as soon as we were in the
door.

"No, I've got my own bedroom," I said.

"Then I don't see why...?"

"Because it would make me feel uncomfortable."

"So she's sort of like your mother or
something?"

"Or something," I said. "Would you like
something to drink? Coke or tea?"

"Tea would be good. Do you have any green tea?"

I went into the kitchen to fix the tea, and
when I came back Keith was in my bedroom
reading my diary.

"Who said you could read that?" I demanded.

"Sorry," he said, "but I couldn't resist
knowing all your secrets.  I didn't know you
liked me sucking your toes so much."

I set the tea on the dresser.  "Put it down,
right now," I said.

"Okay, okay," he said, "but did you really
masturbate yourself with a banana?"

I picked up the tea cup. "If you don't stop,
I'm going to throw this at you."

Keith laughed. "What, and make a mess of your
sister's apartment?  You wouldn't happen to
have any bananas handy?"

"You're so mean!" I set the tea cup down again.
I realized if he read the next page he'd read
about me and Nicole.  "Want to fuck?" I said,
pulling my top down, exposing my breasts.

Keith put the diary down and gathered me in his
arms.  A minute later we were both naked, on
the bed, fucking.

"Am I better than a banana?" he asked, teasing
me, thrusting slow, slower, slowest.

"I don't know," I told him. "I can eat the
banana afterwards."

Keith laughed.  He stopped teasing and fucked
me hard, harder, hardest. I loved the feeling
of him coming in me, but I didn't come myself.
It was the first time we'd had sex that I
didn't have an orgasm. I was okay with it, but
Keith wasn't. "Maybe you needed that banana
after all," he said.

"Don't be sad," I said. "I think there's one
left in the kitchen."  I don't know why I said
that. Maybe so I could hide my diary in the
desk or under the mattress or someplace.  I
couldn't believe I'd left it out.

"Be right back," Keith said.

I had just enough time to shove the diary in
the dresser under my underwear before Keith
returned.

"Do you give the banana a name?" he asked.

"I don't actually put it in," I told him.

"Why not?

"Okay. Mr. Shenk."

"Who was he?"

"No one."

"Liar."

"Okay, he was my ninth grade math teacher."

"Aha!  Did you have a crush on him? Did you
wear short skirts and no panties and sit in the
front row with your legs crossed?"

"No."

"Then why did you name your banana Mr. Shenk?"

"It was the first name that came to mind."

While this conversation was going on, Keith was
nuzzling Mr. Shenk against my cunny-slit.

"Do you think Mr. Shenk had a big cock?" Keith
asked.  The banana was pushing in. It was big.

"I have no idea," I said. It was bigger than
Keith's, and not as warm, but the bow of it was
stretching me in a strange way, a good way.

"Do you think he had a thing for teenies, this
Mr. Shenk of yours?"

"No way," I managed to say, squeezing now,
squeezing hard.  " He always wore a vest. He
was... He was very upstanding."

"Upstanding, huh?" The banana pushed deeper.
Burrowing. Bottoming.  "Did he have a
mustache?"

I moaned. The banana was fucking me now. It
felt good. I knew if Keith touched my clitty
I'd come.

"That's a girl," Keith said.  "Fuck Mr. Shenk.
You're so hot. I love the way you look with
your cum-cream oozing out. Mmm. So yummy."

"It's your cum-cream," I blurted. "Touch my
clit."

"Our cum-cream," Keith said.  "If Mr. S has a
big cock, and Miss C has a virgin cunt... Don't
you love the little spurching sounds?"

"Touch my clit."

"Not yet. First I'm going to suck your toes."

Keith lifted my leg and brought my foot to his
mouth. Now the banana was just there, no fuck-
motion. No fuck-friction. Just tantalizing
pressure.  Keith kissed and licked and sucked
my toes. It felt really good, but it wasn't
enough.  I was so close, but I wasn't going to
get over the edge.  I needed my clit touched.

"Please," I whimpered.

"You can't come this way, can you?" Keith
asked.  Mr. Shenk has let you down."

"Please," I begged.

"Dr. Keith to the rescue," he said, yanking the
banana from my pussy and plunged his fat dick
into my greedy fuck hole. Much better than Mr.
Shenk. I came instantly, even before Keith's
cock was all the way in. The orgasm turned me
inside out. I must have fainted from the
pleasure. When I came to, Keith was sitting on
the bed next to me, caressing my thigh.

"Hey, sleepy-head," he said.

I sighed.

"Guess what?" he said.

"What?"

"Guess."

"What have you done with Mr. Shenk?"

"What do you think?"

"You ate him?"

"Guess again."

"I hate you."

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An illustrated version of this story may be found at:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/Pre-Algebra.htm

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