"Uh, Mister Johnson, can I bother you for a minute?" Kimmee stood in the
Algebra teacher's office doorway, slightly blushing, politely remaining partly
in the hall. At twelve years old, Kimmee was an attractive girl, standing about
five feet tall, weighing about eighty pounds, blessed with long blond hair that
was now pulled into a ponytail after her gym class. "Sure, Kimmee, come on in,
and close the door behind you, please," Mr. Johnson said with concern and a
smile.

Mr. Johnson's office was small--a cubicle actually--and he now found
himself unusually close to Kimmee, one of his Beginning Algebra students.
Sitting in his office chair, Kimmee stood in front of him, and he unexpectedly
felt his heart flutter at the sight. The pug nose with a few scattered
freckles, the big, shining, blue eyes, the long ponytail, the ivory teeth, the
full, smiling lips certainly exuded youth and vitality; but as Mr. Johnson's
eyes moved from little Kimmee's face to her body, the overwhelming vision was
one of blossoming sexuality. Her white, V-necked top was cropped at the
mid-driff where a flat, tan tummy was hugged by black spandex exercise shorts.
The shorts appeared to be painted on. Mr. Johnson thought, "now how does someone
fit into something as tight as those shorts?" The shorts highlighted her girlish
figure and perfectly outlined the lips of her little pussy. His thoughts racing,
Mr. Johnson wondered, "could she possibly know how revealing !
and eye-catching she is in this garb?" Given the friendly, innocent expression
on Kimmee's face, Mr. Johnson felt sure that Kimmee was now in that sweet,
charming, and oh-so-brief period where she is the star of many boys' and men's
fantasies, but doesn't yet know it.

The shorts stretched just a few inches down her slender, muscular legs,
still tanned from the summer. Kimmee's white Nike gym shoes and white socks
completed the picture of a pretty little girl, fresh out of gym class.
Restraining himself from staring, Mr. Johnson looked at the girl and asked, "how
can I help you?"

Moving another foot closer to the teacher, Mr. Johnson caught a whiff of
lotion and bubblegum and saw a little black freckle next to Kimmee's belly
button. "Well, Mister Johnson, I, well, as you know, I am not doing well in your
class. I just have a hard time with Math! I try, but I just can't get it!
You're a good teacher and everything, but it's like I just can't, like,
understand the problems!" "Well, Kimmee, I'm glad you brought it up. Your exam
was a disappointment. Those problems were basic ones. You should know those
basics by now, and quite frankly, I don't see how you could pass the course at
this point. You might want to think about summer school next year."

Kimmee looked frightened, surprised, and blurted, "oh my God, no, I can't
go to summer school. My parents have vacation plans and I have babysitting jobs
for some money, and I just can't..." Mr. Johnson interrupted: "Look Kimmee, if
you want to learn Algebra and pass this class, I suggest you simply re-arrange
your plans and put Algebra on your list for next summer." Mr. Johnson tried to
sound authoritative. He suspected the girl was pleading for sympathy, but he
wasn't going to be swayed by a smile and a ponytail. But as he said these words,
Mr. Johnson couldn't help but let his eyes drift south from Kimmee's darling
face to that amazing mid-section where the shorts' elastic hugged her waist,
staring at her tummy with that cute freckle, staring at her pussy lips
protruding in black spandex. He had to quickly catch his breath, as his heart
skipped again, and his cock stirred in his khaki pants. Mr. Johnson thought to
himself, "I'm glad my pants aren't as tight as her!
s," mildly ashamed at his arousal and hoping she hadn't noticed.

Taking a few steps closer to Mr. Johnson, Kimmee was now within a few
inches of him. A couple tears appeared in her eyes as she whimpered, "oh Mister
Johnson, I'd do ANYthing to pass Algebra without having to go to summer school.
Isn't there any extra-credit I could do? I mean, if you gave me some
extra-credit, I wouldn't tell anyone, not even Britni, my best friend.
Pleeeease?"

Mr. Johnson felt like an ice cube melting in the sun. Just a few minutes
before, he had been quietly grading exams, and now he had a pretty twelve year
old girl in tight shorts, smelling so lovely, looking so cute, standing so
close, and wanting his attention. Mr. Johnson shifted in his swivel chair as his
cock grew to its full length. His mouth grew dry, his palms grew moist, and his
authoritative demeanor began to collapse like a deck of cards.
Fascinated--mesmerized actually--by Kimmee's physique, Mr. Johnson startled
himself by speaking so honestly, yet unexpectedly and uncharacteristically, in a
low volume, as if he was a shy schoolboy instead of a middle-aged man: "I could
give you a couple extra points if you just turn around for me right now." Kimmee
looked confused: "Turn around, like whattya mean?" "I mean, turn around." And
then the words came tumbling out: "Kimmee, you don't even know how perfect you
look. These shorts are amazing, you are an angel, and I, u!
h, want to drink it all in. Turn around, please...I want to see if, well, if
your ass is as perfect as the rest of you."

Kimmee swayed for a moment. With a fleeting blush, a momentary loss of eye
contact, her lips parted in an "O" of surprise, Kimmee was taken aback. She had
never heard such words before. Oh sure, some guy had whistled at her once, and
on a school field trip a boy behind her had pinched her butt, but to have her
Algebra teacher call her an angel, Kimmee was stunned. "Uh, you mean, like, if
I turn around so you, like, can see my ass, then, like, you'll give me two extra
points on the exam?" "Exactly," replied Mr. Johnson, trying to summon some
vestige of authority. Kimmee paused for two seconds and for those two seconds
Mr. Johnson thought that Kimmee might back toward the door, run down the hall,
out of the building, to her little girl bedroom where on the phone Kimmee would
inform all of the Britnis, Ashleighs, and Kailyns of the neighborhood that, "oh
my God, Mr. Johnson called me an angel, wanted to see my ass, and had a big
hard-on in his pants." As he was about to a!
pologize, change it into a joke, try to take back the request, Mr. Johnson's
mouth formed the "O" of surprise as Kimmee said, "well, OK." And she turned
around.

Are there words to describe the beauty of the small, tight, firm perfection
of a young girl's ass? Three inches from Mr. Johnson's face was a work of art
more dazzling than any European masterpiece painting: cloaked in tight, black
spandex, Kimmee's ass reduced Mr. Johnson to silence and wonder. Kimmee turned
her head to the side and whispered, "If I let you touch it and stuff, would you
give me another two points extra credit?" "God, yes," Mr. Johnson murmured,
placing his hands on her ass cheeks, massaging and rubbing and feeling, in a
state of disbelief and ecstasy. To his surprise, Mr. Johnson could hear Kimmee
sighing, and then she whispered, "that, that, feels kinda weird but kinda good."
Mr. Johnson, encouraged by Kimmee's response, tentatively moved his index finger
between her legs, gently rubbing those spandex-encased pussy lips. The warmth
and the slight moisture he found there made Mr. Johnson say to himself, "the
little slut is liking this!" With this pros!
pect in mind, Mr. Johnson said, while probing the girl's pussy and stroking her
ass, "You know, Kimmee, even with a few extra points, you'll still fail the
course. Would you like some more extra-credit?" Kimmee asked, "do you think I'd
be able to do it? Would it be hard?" Mr. Johnson chuckled to himself, and said,
"oh, it'll be hard, but I am sure you can do it." "Well," she sighed, on the
edge of saying no, "uh, OK."

With this green light, with the cute 7th grader obviously aroused, having
gone too far already, Mr. Johnson found his confidence and his authority once
again. Removing his finger from her slit, the teacher used his hands to turn
Kimmee around again. Then, he stood up. At five-ten, he was quite taller than
the little girl. She looked up at him with uncertainty, but also with a slight
smile. "OK Kimmee, here's the deal. And it's a good deal for you. I am going to
give you enough extra credit points to pull that 'F' to a 'B'and you might even
like it. But you're going to have follow my directions, do what I say, and not
say a word to anyone." "Not even Britni?" "Not even Britni, not even your diary,
not even your teddy bear! If you want a 'B' and don't want summer school, then
yes is your only answer." "OK, yes," Kimmee quickly replied. Mr. Johnson smiled
and Kimmee smiled back.

"Kimmee, please pull down those shorts. Do you know how amazing they are?"
Kimmee placed her thumbs and began peeling off the shorts and said, "they're
amazing, really?" gaining confidence with every second. With the small spandex
exercise shorts pulled down to her ankles, Mr. Johnson gasped at the sight. "No
underwear, Kimmee?" "No Mister Johnson, they get, like, caught up my pussy and
my, uh, ass, and I, uh, like how no underwear feels." Mr. Johnson was slightly
disappointed, anticipating the sight of small bikini briefs with hearts or
cartoon characters on them; but that disappointment was replaced by delight
because in front of him was the perfect, slightly moist, very soft pussy lips of
a gorgeous cutie pie. "Kick the shorts off, leave the shoes and socks on." "Do
you want me to take off my shirt?" Mr. Johnson hesitated. Yes, he wanted to
enjoy every inch of this beautiful pre-teen, but at the same time, he could
stand the scene no longer. His dick was throbbi!
ng and leaking pre-cum while Kimmee stood before him willing and curious.
"Kimmee, I think sometime later that would be OK. I think sometime later there
are some things you could do to earn extra-credit for the next few years, but
right now, I've had enough of this teasing, enough of this game. It's time for
you to boost your grade and it's time for me to show you something."

Mr. Johnson unbuckled, unzipped, pulled down the khakis, pulled down his
briefs, liberating his cock which bolted long and vertical, a missile pointed
into the air. Kimmee stared in disbelief, her eyes as big as silver dollars. "Oh
my God," she gasped, "I didn't know boys' things were so big." "So, I can
assume you've never been fucked before," Mr. Johnson inquired. The word "fuck"
sounded abrasive to Kimmee, one of those naughty words she had been told never
to say. But here she was in her teacher's office, looking at his cock, her
shorts in a pile on the floor, her pussy leaking in a way she never felt before,
and she answered the direct statement with a direct, "no."

"OK, well, because it might hurt a little bit, how about an 'A' for the
course?" Mr. Johnson asked. "Oh wow, an 'A?!'" Kimmee was delighted. With an "A"
in Algebra, her school average would be high enough that her mom would buy her
the little mini-skirt she had seen at the mall...a skirt she now realized would
be quite pleasing to Mr. Johnson! "Yes!" she screamed. "We're going to have to
be a little quiet, Kimmee," said Mr. Johnson, fearing that someone walking by in
the hall could possibly hear this encounter.

Mr. Johnson had too many visions dancing through his head. He'd like to
turn this scene into an all-nighter in some motel, a marathon of instructing
little Kimmee in the fine arts of teasing and pleasing, sucking and fucking, but
now was not the time and his office was not the place for such a marathon. No,
he had to act quickly. Kimmee might have her mom waiting for her in a mini-van
in front of the school. It was getting late in the afternoon. This moment could
not be extended. Mr. Johnson knew he had to act now.

He sat down, with his khakis bunched up around his feet on the floor. "Come
here, my little angel." Kimmee stepped forward. "Kimmee, place your legs on the
outside of my legs." Stretching those toned and tanned athletic legs over Mr.
Johnson's like straddling a saddle was no problem for little Kimmee. Both Kimmee
and Mr. Johnson looked down to see Mr. Johnson's cock pointed straight up, a
mere inch from the widened, moist lips of Kimmee's virgin pussy. "Kimmee, lower
yourself inch by inch...I think you might like it." "I don't know," the girl
stammered in reluctance. "It's so big and I never..." Mr. Johnson interrupted,
on the edge of frustration, his cock about to erupt. "Do you want an "A" or
not?" Flashing on the prospect of summer school, and wondering if maybe Mr.
Johnson's cock would feel good, Kimmee began to lower herself, the purple head
of his cock glistening and straining toward her pussy.

Kimmee's cunt touched the tip of Mr. Johnson's dick, causing electric
sensations that made Mr. Johnson shiver which Kimmee thought was "pretty neat."
As his cock pushed her little pussy lips aside, Mr. Johnson could feel it being
enveloped by the warmest, wettest, tightest grip he had ever experienced. He
looked up at Kimmee who was biting her lip, unsure if she should proceed. Kimmee
looked down at Mr. Johnson and asked "Am I doing it OK?" "Oh yes, you're doing
it perfectly," was all Mr. Johnson could mutter. With Mr. Johnson's dick probing
and tickling her pussy, and with Mr. Johnson obviously now like a piece of putty
in her hands, Kimmee felt emboldened enough to say: "Well, let's do it!" And
with those four words, the little virgin pressed down hard, like a little pro,
pushing Mr. Johnson's cock through her hymen with an "oh my god," the next
minute a complete, dreamlike blur to both of them. Kimmee moaned in pain at
first, then with delight unknown to her, bouncin!
g up and down on Mr. Johnson's cock. Mr. Johnson looked down to see his shaft
plunging in and out of Kimmee's stretched, wet, hairless pussy, with a little
blood and a river of lubrication running down his cock, squish, squish, squish.
Kimmee placed her hands firmly on Mr. Johnson's shoulders, bouncing harder,
trying to stifle her squeals of pleasure as her pussy began contracting in
orgasm. "How could it even get tighter" the algebra teacher wondered as those
contractions squeezed his cock, snapping from tight to tighter, tight to
tighter, like it was built to milk his cock for every drop. Faster and faster,
like a jackhammer, Kimmee bounced up and down, up and down, her gymnastics class
serving her well. Her ponytail swung back and forth wildly, her little nipples
pressed out from her t-shirt, and she could feel Mr. Johnson's fingernails
digging into both cheeks of her ass as she bounced up and down. With her orgasm
sending her into heaven, with Mr. Johnson fighting hard!
not to cum yet, there was no talk between them for this minut!
e of pou
nding, the only sound being the squish, squish, squish of Mr. Johnson's cock
pumping her cunt in first time ecstasy.

Kimmee, still bouncing up and down, up and down, but more conscious now
that her first orgasm or organism, whatever they called it, had faded, looked
down at Mr. Johnson and knew that he was about to lose control. Bouncing and
bouncing, curious and paying close attention, almost on the verge of giggling,
Kimmee could feel Mr. Johnson's cock pulse inside her, as he dug his fingernails
deeper into her ass cheeks, as he lifted his own ass out of the chair, and
gurgled a long "AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH," with jet after jet of cum filling her
little cunt. The cum was soaking her inner upper thighs, running down Mr.
Johnson's cock and soaking his thighs as well, sticky, wet, weird! The words
tumbling through Kimmee's head were "cool, yucky, and oh my god, I can't wait to
tell Britni!"

Kimmee was happily bouncing on Mr. Johnson's cock, warmed by her own
orgasm, thrilled by the little mess they made, thinking about her "A" in
Algebra, when suddenly Mr. Johnson stopped the bouncing. "Hey, little girl, I'm
done! Mercy!" "Done what" she asked slyly. "I am done cumming in your cunt, you
little jackhammer!" "So what does that mean?" she asked with some
disappointment. "It means, young lady, that I don't have a drop left, and as you
might be noticing, it's slipping out of that lovely little pussy of yours."
Despite the intimacy of the scene, Kimmee blushed to hear her pussy called
lovely by her math teacher. As Kimmee stood up, Mr. Johnson's cock slid from her
cunt with a final squish and Kimmee just said, "ew, yucky!"

Kimmee backed off, Mr. Johnson taking in the sight of her stretched pussy,
the cum and the juice and the blood trickling down her long legs. "You might
want to dry off before putting those shorts back on," Mr. Johnson advised.
Taking a couple tissues from the Kleenex box on his desk, Kimmee wiped the mess
from her legs, looking at Mr. Johnson with an embarassed but pleased little
grin, tossing the tissues into the trashcan by the door. "Well, uh, I guess I
better go, Mr. Johnson. My mom is waiting and I have math homework to do. Oh
wait, that's right, NO math homework!" Mr. Johnson and Kimmee giggled
conspiratorily. "That's right, Kimmee, no math homework...no math homework for a
long time, if you so desire." "That sounds good, Mr. Johnson, REALLY good."

As Kimmee bent down, picked up her spandex shorts, and began wiggling into
them, Mr. Johnson said with seriousness. "Kimmee, you have no idea how perfect
you are. Your smile, your face, that cute freckle by your belly button, those
couple little hairs on the edge of your pussy...and those shorts...they started
it all, young lady!" Kimmee blushed a little, continuing to put on her shorts,
once again encasing her ass and pussy lips in black spandex. "Kimmee, tell me
what you're thinking." Kimmee paused, looked at Mr. Johnson's relieved cock
glistening with her juices and his cum, sighed at the pleasant thought of her
first orgasm, not even having a word for it. Looking Mr. Johnson in the eyes,
Kimmee said, "Mr. Johnson, I really liked, really liked, uh, fucking you. I
didn't think your, uh, cock, would, like, fit, but it did, and like, wow, it was
so neat. I hope we can fuck some more. And I hope I can, uh, like, suck your
cock sometime too because Britni said that cou!
ld be cool. I mean, if your cock fits in my, like, pussy, it should, like, fit
in my mouth, right?" "I think that can be arranged, Kimmee. Maybe the next
time. I think you could use some extra-credit tomorrow." "That would be cool.
And I think your cock is really cute. And I guess I should call you by your
first name, maybe? What is it?" "Rod!" They both giggled again.

And then, the sound of Kimmee's mom's voice echoed in the hallway:
"Kimmmeeee, are you here?" Kimmee quickly gave Mr. Johnson a light kiss on the
cheek, whispered "tomorrow," and began to leave the office. "I love you,
Kimmee," whispered Mr. Johnson. "Silly goose," Kimmee whispered back. And out
the door she ran, calling "here I am Mommy, I was just doing some work with Mr.
Johnson!"

Mr. Johnson sat in his chair, wiping up the glistening mess, catching his
breath, smiling to himself, thinking, "yes, extra-credit for Kimmee is going to
work out well."