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Adventures With Amy Chapter 1- (Mg,)
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Chapter 1
The warmth of the old school building washed over my body. It had been
an unexpectedly cool spring morning and I was chilled. The hall was quiet
and my footsteps could be heard echoing down the corridor. I stepped softer,
trying not to draw any unwanted attention to myself. Like a thief in the
night I cautiously pulled the door open and made sure the room was empty. I
flipped on the light switch and walked quickly into the classroom. I peered
outside one last tine and then closed the door. The lock clicked into place
and I rushed over to the window, pulled open the shades to see if the police
had arrived. I let out a loud sigh of relief. There was nobody else on the
campus except for the transportation staff and myself. It looked like the
coast was clear. I inhaled deeply and let go of the blinds and went to the
desk in the corner of my "office". I took out a few personal things, put
them in my briefcase just in case they called and wanted me to tender my
resignation. In my heart I knew I would be fired or was arrested before the
day was over
I placed selected personal items in the briefcase, closing the lid and
spun the combination lock. Placing my ass in my chair I wondered if it might
be the last time I would feel like sitting down for a while. I'd heard that
prison is hard on people who taste forbidden fruit. It wasn't my fault, I am
just a man. It was all that little 12-year-old slut Amy's fault.
"You were the adult in this situation," you say. "You should have had
some self control," you would also say. That may be the case, but I am also
a man who has needs and she knew just what to do to fulfill them. Before you
judge me, please give me a chance to explain. Want to know all of the dirty
details, well then read on. If not, then I suggest that you stop reading and
go and pick up a good novel.
Until yesterday, I was you see, a respected member of the junior high
teaching staff who didn't have a single blemish on his record. Now I am a
man responsible for things that I would never have thought that I would do.
I knew that now, it didn't matter what I did, it would always be a part of
my past.
I am not really a full time teacher, rather the faculty
jack-of-all-trades. I am kind of the one whom every department calls to pick
up the slack. Last week I assisted with the junior high basketball team, the
week before that the dance committee coordinator and whatever duties I am
assigned on an emergency basis. Now I would be classified as a pedophile, a
sex offender under the law. My oh my, how things can change in a short
period of time.
This Monday when I came in, I was informed that I would be the chairman
of the yearbook staff. I cringed when I heard the news, because that meant
that I have to do the entire layout for the book and the legwork involved in
getting all of the kid's school activities through the years. It also means
that I would have to spend a copious amount of time working late into the
night scanning, clipping and pasting on my computer. I think that's why they
pick me, it saves the school money and the superintendent can pocket some of
the proceeds in the form of a bonus. It's not graft, it's just the way
things are. "Shit rolls down hill," they say. For me, well in work circles
it's called being a "team player". In real life, it just means I'm a natural
born sucker.
Oh, by the way, my name is John and I am in my mid 40's. I am single and
have never been married. It's not that I am not at least acceptable in the
looks department. I stand about 5'9" tall with a 34" waist. I don't kid
myself, I'm not the Mister Universe type, but my chest is broad and my
stomach is fairly flat. My hair is brown, almost black with just a touch of
gray. The single teachers (and some of the married ones) flirt with me when
the mood strikes them. I reciprocate by flirting back, no matter what age.
They love the attention, as do I.
Oh, and one thing I want to clear up, I'm not queer either. In fact, it
has always been my belief that any piece of pussy I turn down is one I'll
never regain. It is just that I have never had any desire to settle down and
create a family. The kids at school have been all the family I need. I have
treated them like I would my own children. I am alone, but not lonely. My
life has been perfect as far as I am concerned. That is, it was perfect
until yesterday afternoon.
It was a typical Thursday afternoon and everyone was getting excited
that the weekend was drawing near. The principal and I had gone over the
yearbook layout in the morning and I took my 35mm single lens reflex camera
and set it up on the tripod in the gymnasium. This day I would take all of
my shots of the sports activities, the football, basketball and track stars,
along with the 7th and 8th grade cheerleaders. The later group of is where
my downfall began.
It had been a long day and there was only about 2 hours left before all
of the kids left. I was rushed to get the photos taken so I basically went
from one group to the other. After the boys sports groups got done, I had
only the "bulldog" cheerleaders to attend to. I loaded a new roll of film
into my camera and set the lighting as I waited for the girls. Just as I got
it set up, I heard a clamor of little feet and a gentle roar of the girls as
they walked in giggling and horsing around. It was much easier to get the
boys to mind than these young females.
I waited a few moments before I put on the face of "authority" and
ordered the girls to hurry. Of course all I got was a couple of dirty looks
and then they went back to their chit-chat that pretty much told me to fuck
off. I am a patient man of course, so I looked for other ways to get my
point across. I soon saw it. "Amy, come here," I shouted above the chorus of
voices.
"Ok," she said as she walked up. Amy is a little chestnut haired
12-year-old girl with just a hint of red highlights sweeping across the top.
Pulled back in a tight ponytail, it somehow made her face look younger than
she actually was. Her light skin was pure and wholesome with just a freckle
or two, she needed little makeup. Her maturity never ceased to surprise me.
Her cologne was something that must have belonged to her mother. It was not
the usual kid smell, it was something that a girl on the make would wear. It
made my blood rush as her fresh fragrance washed over my senses.
"Amy," I said, trying not to notice the raw untapped sexuality of the
little vixen standing before me. I have to admit that it was hard to do, but
it is just part of the school scene. "I need to get this over quickly," I
told her. "Is there any way you can get the girls to cooperate? I hate to be
an ass, but I have a busy evening ahead of me."
Amy looked at me with her baby blue eyes. They were the eyes of someone
that seemed to understand grownups than the 12-year-old body that they were
part of. I also noticed a sense of pride wash over her as I gave her the
duty of corralling the girls. "Ok Mr. J," she said as she stood to attention
and spun on her heels. I watched her slender hips in her short navy blue
skirt. The creases seemed to come alive as she sauntered away and got the
girls in line. Oh, by the way, since I am not a full time teacher, I allow
the girls to call me Mr. J. when none of the other faculty is around.
Pretending to focus the camera, I zeroed in on Amy's sweet ass. It was
the perfect teenage girl's posterior. I could see the fine hair on her legs
as they glistened in my light. It was a noticeable fact that she wasn't even
old enough to start shaving yet. That of course, made me wonder if she had
hair elsewhere. Amy bent over and I did my best to get a glimpse of her ass,
wanting to see the gentle curves underneath her skirt. Unfortunately her
skirt was just long enough to hide her cheeks. I settled for a glimpse of
the untanned crease above her thighs. I sighed silently, longingly for a
better glimpse as she turned and looked at my camera. She smiled, as if she
knew what I was up to. I hoped that she hadn't noticed, but what hell, if
she suspected that I was leering at her posterior she couldn't do anything.
I mean if it were against the law for a man to drool over a young girl's
behind, then there wouldn't be any men left on the street.
I moved the lens out and took in more of her body. As I moved out, her
lightly tanned thighs and then her upper torso graced my lens. My mind tried
to imagine the flatness of her tummy. I would love to see what was
underneath the loose cheerleader sweater. "We're almost ready Mr, J," I
heard her say. I waved my arm in reference to her remarks and she sat down.
As Amy sat down the rest of her came into my lens. Her apple sized
breasts pressed hard against the material. Such sweetness, such innocence
and yet such an alluring woman child. My camera was hungry to gobble up an
image of her.
"Uhhhmmm..." I cleared my throat as I walked from behind my camera. "Ok
girls, let's get this done." True to her form as the unofficial leader of
the group, Amy soon had them in line and they were ready for their pictures.
It was fast from there. I focused the camera and started with my shots. I
always take 2 pictures of everything in case one doesn't come out, I won't
have to do retakes. It's a little overkill but what the hell, the school is
paying for it.
The first shot was the girl's group all standing and then sitting down
and each one was with Amy of course on the front row. I clicked my shots and
then individually I took a picture of each girl. I have to say at this point
that the shoot was taking longer than I had anticipated so I hurried through
each one, not really paying attention, just snapping and then going to the
next one.
As soon as I got the last picture I thanked the girls and bid them
good-bye. They all walked out saying good-bye. "Thanks Amy," I shouted and
winked at the girl. She smiled and then turned and walked toward me.
"No problem Mr. J," she said and then she surprised the hell out of me.
She walked close to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Catch ya later Mr.
J," she said as she stood on her tiptoes and gave me a gentle peck on the
lips. Fire shot through my body as her strawberry lip-gloss touched my taste
buds. Her fragrance once again filled my nostrils as she came into contact
with my them and then seductively brushed her tongue across my mouth. It
only took a second for her to finish her show for her friends. As she
turned, the back of her hand gently brushed the front of my crotch. She
smiled and winked as she bumped against my hard prick. I will not deny it,
this little girl had made my cock rise in my jeans. I know that my face
turned red as I heard the other girls giggle and whoop and holler as they
saw what happened. "Bye Mr. J," she said and she turned, walked back to the
girls, swaying her ass side to side as she moved. My face was as red they
were laughing at my expense. What the hell, I got a thrill and a man my age
didn't get many of those.
A couple of seconds later, I began putting my equipment away. Taking a
deep breath and trying to get the incident out of my head, I put my
equipment in the case I had carried it in with and hoped my equipment south
of my belt loop would forget what happened. I brushed it off as a young girl
exploring her sexuality and the brush across my crotch and lips just an
accident. Besides, if she were exploring her sexuality, wasn't it better
that she did it in a safe environment with a teacher instead of a boy who
might take advantage of her?
I loaded my things into a car and then stopped by a photographer buddy's
place of business. He would develop the film for me. I had him do a lot of
work for me and he had taken some "adult" type photos for me before and he
was always discrete. Little did I know how that would play into the little
girl's plans.
"I'll have them ready in about an hour," he told me and then I left and
went to the local supermarket to pick up some things for supper. I always
liked going through the local market. There were lots of young housewives
who would stop and smile. Some of them were girls that I had gone to school
with, some were former students. They always recognized me and would stop
and chat, once in a while giving me a hug and thanking me for the work I was
doing. That was the part I liked best, the hugs and the feel of a woman's
body pressing into mine. It didn't matter if they were young or old, skinny
or fat. All that mattered is that it was attention and that was the one
thing my life lacked.
I finished with my shopping and drove around to get a cola from the
local drive-in and then to pick up the film. I waited in line and then my
friend smiled at me as I handed him the ticket for the pictures. "Here you
go John," he said as he handed me the packets. "I take it you were in a
hurry when you took these photos," he asked as he grinned from ear to ear?
"I'm always in a hurry," I told him. "Why?"
"All I can say is make sure you don't let anyone else see these photos
until you have gone through them. You could be in some big trouble if you
don't cull them first."
I started to open them. My friend put his hand on mine. "Take my advice
and wait until you get home John," he said and then he put them in a sack
and stapled it shut. I thought the request pretty odd, but he knew that I
was serious about my photography and he probably couldn't stand to see the
look of disappointment on my face if my pictures didn't turn out. "Ok," I
told him. "Thanks."
I went back to my car and made the short drive home. I almost stopped a
couple of times to look at the pictures, but I decided that I would wait. It
had been a long day and a nice cool beer sounded great.
The door clicked behind me as I walked into my house. The smell and look
of Amy was still lingering on my shoulder where she touched it. Perhaps it
wasn't there, perhaps it was just the thought of her burned into my brain. I
tried to shake it, but let's be honest, it had been a while since I'd been
laid and a good stiff wind could make my cock hard! A cold beer, porno movie
and a quick jacking of my cock and I would be good for the night. It wasn't
great, but it was the best I could expect.
I took a beer out of the refrigerator and sat down at the table. I sat
the sack of photos on the table and opened them. I took out the first packet
and scanned them closely, making sure that they were good enough quality to
show the principal the next day. The boy's football and basketball looked
great. I set them aside and took out the last envelope, the one of the
cheerleaders. "Damn," I said out loud as once again Amy the cheerleader came
into my mind. My balls were burning with the lack of a good piece of ass. I
wouldn't ever take advantage of one of my students...still the thought of
Amy made me horny.
The individual shots were first. There was Doris, the cute little
blonde, Brenda, also blonde, and then Delilah the redhead along with a
couple of girls I didn't even know their names.
I took a deep breath as I picked up the first shot of Amy. I smiled as
her angelic face graced my photo. It would be hard to take a bad picture of
her. The second pic made my cock lurch! "What the," I said as I leaned back
in my chair and held the picture up and looked at it, making sure that I
wasn't seeing things. My eyes burned into the film and I took another breath
when I was sure what I was seeing. No wonder my buddy had told me to view
the pics alone. In one of her photos Amy had spread her legs and gave me a
good crotch shot. It wasn't just any old crotch shot of the normal
cheerleaders either. It was one that showed her exposed pussy! That's right,
the girl was on her knees, looking at the camera with the most "come and
fuck me" expression I had ever seen on such a young lady. Not only that, my
eyes couldn't help but look at the area between her legs. She was giving me
a bird's eye view of her pantyless cunt!
"Jeesssussss," I hissed as I took the other photos and looked at them.
In the group shot of them sitting on the bench, one was normal and one was
one with her legs slightly spread and giving me another beaver shot. I held
the photo and I must have stared at it for a long time. My cock was bursting
now. I had never seen a girl that age with no panties on.
"What am I going to do," I moaned as I sat the picture down. "What the
fuck am I going to do?" My dick pressed against my jeans, begging to be
freed. I almost ran from the room. I had to do what I knew I would do. I
took the picture of Amy with her legs spread wide and went to my computer. I
set the picture on the scanner and pressed the high-resolution button. If
the little slut was going to give me a shot of her pussy, well then by god I
was going to get a good view! The scanner slowly hummed through its warm-up
cycle. I'm not sure how but I sat down, somehow managing to keep my cock
from breaking in two. I clicked on the icon and there she was in all of her
natural glory under her skirt.
"Oh shit," I breathed as I took the mouse and zoomed in on the area
between her thighs. It was wonderful when I enlarged the shot of her almost
bald beaver and it came up on the screen for my viewing pleasure. I could
almost count the individual hairs of her fine patch of peach fuzz. Her clit
was somewhere hidden in the darkness of the crack of her tender lips.
It had been so long since I had seen anything as beautiful as this. I
couldn't help myself. I leaned back in my chair and reached for my zipper.
The sound of my zipper rang in my ears as it moved down and I began to
unbuckle my belt. "Fucking incredible," I said to myself as I lifted my hips
and pulled my jeans and shorts down in one movement.
My cock sprang up like a proud little soldier and seemed to be straining
to see the photo of Amy too. He was hard as steel and I leaned back and
burned my eyes into her photo. I spit into my hand and then touched the head
and began to stroke it up and down. I leaned back and closed my eyes,
imagining the little preteen girl laying on a bed somewhere, her little
cheerleader skirt hiked up and inviting me to take her cherry.
I began to pump my cock slowly at first, then increasing with speed. The
purple head needed relief, and I could tell that shortly it would get what
it craved. I pulled up and down on my dick, imagining Amy as I thrust my
cock into her the first time, making her squeal with pain and not giving a
fuck if she enjoyed it or not. I fisted my cock, the hardness hot against my
hand and the friction of skin against skin doing the work. "Oh god Amy," I
moaned as I imagined her moaning my name. I banged the little whore's cunt
hard!
I knew from many times fucking my hand that it would be over soon. I
jacked my dick fast now working as fast as I could to get the shaft to
deliver the load of cum that would be huge for sure. My balls seemed to
swell and the pressure of my cum built a sweet tingling against tube of my
cock. I was no longer in my office, I was on her bed on top of her as I
imagined her cumming on my hard shaft, her tight muscles quivering. I heard
her call my name softly as she arched her back and the spasm of her
tightness gripped me, milking me, begging me to cum inside her. Oh the sweet
relief one feels as the first drip of cum forms on the end. I opened my eyes
and once again took a look at the picture on my computer screen.
"Unnnggggg," I moaned as my eyes buried themselves where I wanted my
cock to be. "Oh gawddddd," my breath increasing as the first shot of cum
sprang from my cock. With the force of a fire hose, and it landed smack dab
in the middle of the computer screen. How erotic to watch the stream of cum
as it made it's way down the crack of Amy's hairless split between her legs.
I kept my eyes focused on her sweet spot as my cum landed somewhere on
the carpet and then the next one on my leg. I sighed a loud groan as the
last of my semen landed on my thigh and then dribbled into a sticky gooey
mess all over my hand. I continued to stroke the slimy fluid between my
fingers and then I relaxed back into my chair.
My heart was racing and my breaths were coming out in short bursts. It
wasn't as good as the real thing, but it was a damn sight better than the
last time I pleasured myself. All of the muscles in my arm were trembling in
the aftermath of my orgasm. It took a minute, but I came out of my fantasy
land and reality hit me. It was time to confront the matter before me. I
leaned forward and took one last look at the youngster spread legs. Leaning
forward, I moved my face within a fraction of an inch from the monitor and
licked a dab of cum from the image of her young cunt. Not really my thing,
my cum tasted salty and kind of bland.
"Crap," I mumbled as I stood. My cock was now spent and my hand was
covered with cum. It was then that the seriousness of the situation
confronted me. What if my friend thought I had taken the pictures on
purpose! What if someone else saw it and called the police! "Oh shit," I
said suddenly. I had better cover my ass.
I took my t-shirt off and wiped the cum from the computer screen, that
had dribbled onto my keyboard and cleaned myself up. Just as I got the last
of my jizz cleaned up, I came to a decision. As I pulled my pants up, I
decided that I must tell her mother.