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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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                             Grade School Grazing

 

                                 Chapter One

                             Debauching Diana

 

 

          Jack had, by his very size, created submissiveness in most of his many conquests but he was in his late teens before he gained the same advantage because of authority.  Illegal, immoral and completely unprincipled though it was, he could not resist the opportunity that came his way when he was, briefly, a schoolteacher in a private school.

 

          His class was a mix of grades seven and eight and it included a delectable collection of nubile teens and sub-teens.  They were tempting but they were temptations that, initially, he was determined to resist. They were jailbait and, for a teacher, even more than that.

 

          Diana was more than his newfound determination could resist.  He liked women, generically, but he got a special enjoyment if the woman was young, busty, innocent and submissive.  On a scale of one to ten, Diana at thirteen, ranked at least nine for youth and for bustiness, a solid eight. She seemed to be at least a seven on his innocence scale and he gave her a resounding ten for submissiveness.  And, in a way, what happened was her own fault.

 

          Diana was dark haired, not very tall and, in a few years she would be hippy. At thirteen, however, her body had acquired the state of roundness that many women aspire to, neither slender nor stocky, just shapely.

 

          "I'm sorry, sir. I know it was wrong. I just wanted to get a better mark than Mary. I'll do anything if you don't tell."

 

          Jack looked at the thirteen-year-old schoolgirl as she stood, wringing her hands together, in front of his desk.  He'd caught her cheating, much to his surprise, and had told her to stay after school. Her ripe, young body was almost bursting out of her school uniform, her hips stretching the skirt so it appeared that, at any moment, the kilt-like garment would fly open and her full, young breasts were threatening to pop the buttons on her blouse. Even her thighs, full and shapely, seemed to challenge the skirt, which reached only their mid-point.

 

          "I'm disappointed in you Diana. You're a good student. You didn't have to cheat."   Did she have boyfriends?  Had she ever been fucked?  He wondered that about several of his ripe-bodied students.

 

          Diana was afraid.  Afraid and embarrassed.  Mr. Allen was so big and so stern, except when he was pleased.  Then his face would relax and smile and, if it was she who had pleased him, his smile made her feel warm all over.  But now he definitely was not pleased and she was quaking in her black and white, saddle shoes.

 

          "I know, sir. I'm really sorry. Do you have to tell what I did?"

 

          "I'm supposed to, Diana. It's my duty."

 

          "Isn't there something I can do to make up for it, sir? Anything?"

 

          Sure, Diana. You can undress and let me fuck you. The obscene though passed through his mind, but not seriously. He'd heard rumours about other teachers taking advantage of girls that way but it was too dangerous.  "I don't think so, Diana? Did you have anything in mind?"   If she suggested it, then maybe he could take the chance?

 

          "Uh, not really, sir?  But?  Like, Ellen...she's in grade eight...she got caught last year and?  Like?  She didn't get told on.  She said her teacher got her to do something special...a secret...for him?  Is there something special you want me to do?"

 

          "Well, I can think of something, Diana. But I couldn't ask. And you wouldn't do it, anyway." Was she suggesting what it sounded like?

 

          "Oh, sir. Yes. Anything. Just so you don't tell." The girl, frightened beyond reason of her parents reaction and, for that matter, the scorn of her fellow students, saw an escape from her predicament. They sort of snickered at Ellen behind her back but that was Ellen's fault. She'd told someone. This would be a secret, just between her and her teacher.

 

          "Uh, I don't think so, Diana? It wouldn't be right?"

 

          "But nobody's gonna know. What is it, sir? What do you want me to do?" Maybe that wasn't what he wanted at all?

 

          "Mmm? I don't know? Do you know where I live?"

 

          "Yeah. Sort of. You're over Mr. Smith's drugstore, aren't you?"

 

          "Well, Diana, if you really want to do something special, then if you go there. Up the back stairs, in about twenty minutes, we can talk about it some more." That would give him time to cool off, he thought, but he'd still preserve his options if it looked safe.

 

          Jack heard the timid knock on his door shortly after he got home and went to let in the timid girl.

 

          "I don't think I can go through with this, Diana. It isn't right."

 

          "Oh please, sir. I won't tell. I promise."    He wanted her to let him fuck her.  That was it, for sure.  She'd heard the other girls giggling about how Ellen got her teacher to keep her secret.  As long as she didn't get pregnant, it would be all right. She was likely the only virgin left in her class, anyway.

 

          "Do you have a boyfriend, Diana?"   Jack took the girl's hand and led her over to the narrow sofa.

 

          "Uh, no Mr. Allan. My parents say I can't 'til I finish school."

 

          "Do you know about sex? Are you a virgin?"

 

          "Yes. No. I mean, I'm a v… v… virgin, sir. But I know what they taught me in school."    And what I've heard the girls talk about. He does want to fuck me?   I wonder if it'll hurt, the first time.  Will he use a condom?  Will I get pregnant?  Or Aids?

 

          "Tell me Diana, do you masturbate?"

 

          "OH Sir?"  The girl turned red with embarrassment. They'd taught that it was OK to do it but she'd heard the girls scorning anyone who admitted doing it. "Do I have to tell you?"

 

          "Maybe we'd better stop this facade, Diana. It wasn't a good idea to begin with."    Jack got to his feet as if to send her away.

 

          "Sir? Oh, sir? Yes. I've done it a couple of times."    A couple of times a night, sometimes, she might have added.  Ever since she'd seen her nineteen-year-old sister getting fucked by her boyfriend.

 

          "Does it make you feel good? Do you imagine you're being fucked?"

 

          "Oh, Mr. Allan? " She didn't want to answer but she saw a hardening in his eyes and she knew she had to.  "I? I guess so?"

 

          "Would you let me fuck you?"    Had he gone too far? The words came out before he thought. God, she was only thirteen.

 

          "Uh? Is that what you want?  Will you keep it a secret?  About me cheating and the rest?"

 

          "Mmmm?  No, Diana.  I think you'd better leave."

 

          "Oh, please, sir?  You can do it.  You can fu...fuh...fuck me. Anything. Only please don't tell.  Please, sir? You can do it?"

 

          The effect of having a ripe-bodied, thirteen year old, professed virgin begging him to fuck her was erotic in the extreme.  Even if it was driven by fear.  Jack looked around, trying to decide on the best way and place to carry out his lewd conquest.

 

          "But Diana? Are you sure? You're only thirteen."   With his eyes he stripped off her school uniform.  He'd fucked girls smaller and younger than she.  His organ swelled in lecherous anticipation.

 

          "I'm almost fourteen, sir.  I'm pretty big, too.  And I know lots of girls younger than me do it. Please, sir?"  Diana looked up pleadingly.  He just had to.  The fear of her parents’ reactions to what she’d done terrified her.  What could she do to make him?

 

          "I don't know?  Are you really ready for it?"   Jack had doubts about her virginity, now.  God, she was asking him to fuck her.  Probably like little June.  Likely she'd been getting it stuck into her for years.

 

          “I really ought to tell your parents, Diana?  But…if you’re sure you want to?  If you are, Diana, take off your clothes.”  If she did that, then Jack was quite sure she’d keep quiet about it.  

 

          Timidly, Diana got up from the sofa.   She could see a bulge in her teacher’s pants.  The girls joked about Mr. Norman, the other teacher for grades seven and eight.  Half the time he had a bulge like that in his pants and some of the girls teased him by letting him see up their skirts and down their blouses.  Nervously the young teen began to unbutton her blouse.

 

          It wouldn't save him in court, Jack knew, but the girl was definitely asking for it.  He stood back while, looking down shyly, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse and then, squeezing her eyes shut as if to hide her body, she shrugged off the white garment and stood there in skirt and brassiere.

 

          "Uh, sir?" She peeked up at him.  "Am I?  Like?  Do you think I'm too small?"   Diana knew she didn't have the biggest bubs in her class but she was still bigger than most of the girls.

 

          "You're not small at all, Diana? You have lovely breasts. It's not that? You're so young?"

 

          "I'm old enough, sir. Please?"    For the moment she lost sight of why she was doing this. She just wanted him to admire her.

 

          "Take off the rest of your clothes, Diana!"

 

          The girl came back to reality.  Her teacher was speaking. Ordering her.  Obediently, her fingers fumbled nervously with the waistband of her skirt and then the kilt fell open and to the floor.  She felt defenseless, standing in only panties and brassiere.

 

          "All of them, Diana!"    God, what a body for a thirteen-year-old. Big tits.  Wide hips.  Full thighs.  Maybe some baby fat left on her waist with its cute, dimpled navel, but bodywise, she was mature.

 

          Diana's emotions were confused.  She was afraid.  Afraid of what was going to happen to her and afraid he'd tell that she'd cheated.  But the feeling in the pit of her stomach was not just fear.  Would it be the same as when she pretended she was being fucked?  Was he big?  Would he do it long enough to make her cum?  She remembered how mad her sister was because her boyfriend didn't do it long enough.  Diana reached behind her back and fumbled with the clasp of her bra, leaning forward to let it fall away and bending over as she peeled off her panties.

 

          The twin, full melons swayed enticingly when the girl bent forward and they were released from their containment.  Jack was more than ready for her but if he was going to risk his career, he wanted it to last.  "Go in there, Diana. Lie on the bed!"

 

          The girl looked to where he was pointing and saw the wide, messy bed. Embarrassed by her nudity, she stumbled as she followed his directions.

 

          "No. On your back! Don't cover yourself. Spread your legs!"  What a delicious morsel.  The girl's seeming shyness contrasted erotically with her obedient response to his orders.  She'd pulled a sheet over herself, at first, as she lay on her side but, quickly, submissively, she pushed away the sheet, rolled onto her back and, not looking up at him, she slowly parted her legs. There was a scanty growth of dark, pubic hair that shadowed her mons and the cleft between her plump labia peeked up between her opened thighs.

 

          "Play with yourself, Diana. Masturbate!"

 

          "Sir? Oh, sir? I'm embarrassed?"  Her face turned scarlet as she looked up at the man standing over her by the bed.  But she saw that he was serious and her hands fluttered down between her legs.  Oh my!  She was wet!  Surprised at her own arousal, Diana dipped her fingers into the sensitive slit and found her clitoris.

 

          "Who's fucking you Diana? Whom are you thinking about?"

 

          "N… n… nobody, sir. Just me."

 

          "Aren't you imagining some guy has his cock up inside your cute, little cunt, Diana? Who is it? Is he getting it in far enough?"

 

The innocent, young girl was overwhelmed by her teacher's words. Did men talk that way when they fucked girls?  It was strangely exciting and as her fingers rubbed skillfully over her clit, she opened her legs wider. What was it going to be like when Mr. Allan was inside her there?  She wriggled as the heat in her belly grew and her breath was coming in short gusts.  Eyes closed she imagined that Mr. Allan was there, inside her.

 

          "Who's fucking you, Diana? Is he going to go off in you? Are you going to cum?"    Jack was pushing off his pants as he watched the girl masturbate.

 

          "Yuh...yuh...gonna happen...you, sir...you're doin' it...fuckin' me," Diana panted as her excitement reached a peak and she writhed and wriggled on the rumpled sheets.  Her lush hips arched and her hand moved frantically as she went over the top her legs closing suddenly on her wrist before she slumped back, panting from her release.

 

          "You're a hot little piece, Diana. I guess you are old enough."

 

          The girl's eyes fluttered open and then widened in alarm when she saw the mammoth pole that projected out and up from the hairy bush of her teacher's groin.  "Oh sir? OH! You're not? Not with that…are you?"   Her cry of alarm faded to a plaintive question as her teacher knelt beside her on the bed.

 

          "Hold it, Diana. Play with it,” he said gently although the look in his eyes was firm and demanding.  Cautiously, tentatively, the girl reached out, her finger recoiling at first when she touched the smooth, taut skin. 

 

“That's it, Diana. Get to know it. If you're really a virgin, you'll want to remember it."   Leaning closer so the fearful staff was projecting over her breasts, he placed his hand on her scantily furred mound and dipped a finger in the wet, swollen, masturbated slit.

 

          "I...I didn't know? So big, sir," she said in a half-whimpered gasp as she tried to span the mammoth girth.  Her fingers slid over the thickly veined shaft, up to the even thicker crown and, as he arched forward, she understood that he wanted her to go farther.  One small hand cupped the heavy eggs that hung and swayed, almost brushing her breast tips and her other hand moved timidly over the hot, steel-hard pole.  Could she give him a hand-job?  She'd heard the girls talk about them. Then he wouldn't want to put it inside her.  Oh, God.  Why had she cheated?  He'd split her apart."

 

          "Oh yes, Diana. You're lovely," her teacher said softly as he pinched one swollen, erect nipple, sending a hot tingle down to her belly.  Jack was incensed by the timid, submissive expression on the girl's pretty face and he leaned forward until his cock was almost touching her softly parted lips.

 

          Oh no! He wanted to put it in her mouth!  He wanted her to suck him!  To give him a blowjob.  Diana started to turn her head away but, looking up, she saw the firm determination in his eyes and she knew she had to do it. The girls, the ones who talked about such things, said that sucking cock was humiliating, unless you were sixty-nining, whatever that was.  With a whimper of defeat, Diana opened her mouth as her teacher directed the shiny, purple knob between her lips.

 

          "Yecch," she exclaimed softly when the hard, slick gristle touched her mouth.  And then it was in, stretching the lips of her small mouth, pushing against her tongue.  He withdrew a bit, then thrust deeper, again and again, until he was filling her mouth.  "Glangh...arrgh...Glangh," her choking gurgles sounded as the man fucked her innocent mouth, the tip of his cock bumping the back of her throat, his heavy balls bumping under her chin. If she had felt conquered and helpless before, now she was totally subjugated. Yet her hips began to wriggle as his fingers rubbed her sensitive clitoris.

 

          "We're going to have lots of fun, Diana.  But not in your mouth.  Not this time." Diana looked up at him, her eyes half-closed, as he moved down between her legs. Oh God! He was going to kill her! Her belly bulged and palpitated, her thighs quivered as she looked at the nine inch, wrist thick fleshpole that was poised threateningly above her pelvis. Cowed by the powerful weapon she lay open legged and defenseless as he guided the peach-sized knob to her wetly swollen slit.

 

          "Hannh? Annnh?" she whimpered when the hot knob parted her labia. Reflexively, she tried to close her legs but his knees kept her open. Her arms were bent, her hands lying idly by her head and her mouth sagged open in subservient acceptance of her fate. Diana’s heavy breasts sagged outward, the nipples sticking out and up from the arousal of her adolescent libido, her pink tongue projecting prettily out of the corner of her red lipped mouth.

 

          Jack took in the delightful sight of the big-breasted, wide-hipped youngster as slowly he immersed his throbbing tool into her honeypot. OH GOD YES! She is a virgin!  He exulted when he felt the resistance. Like a puppet, the girl let him lift her legs and spread them so that nothing but her hymen could slow his entry.

 

          "It's our secret, Diana. I'm not going to tell," he said stupidly as he prepared to make that irrevocable plunge into the girl's virgin grotto.

 

          "Hunngghh! Ooowwch! Oohhh!" Diana cried out as the sharp agony of defloration shot through her lower body. She lay there in helpless submission as the monstrous implement penetrated her body, farther and deeper until she though she'd die.

 

          "Wonderful, Diana! Wonderful," Jack moaned as he felt her hymen split around the tip of his tool and he buried half of it in her glorious tightness.  He'd never broken a cherry before with so little protest from the plucked and Diana was as tight as the youngest he'd had.  Then, as she remained open and compliant beneath him, he screwed into her slowly, watching her flinch apprehensively at each deeper advance into her virgin grotto.  Finally, he came to rest on the firm width of her hips and let his cock soak in the marvelously tight clasp of her softly clinging sheath.

 

          "Are you alright, Diana? Am I hurting you?"

 

          "No...Not much Mr. Allan. Not now." Diana looked up timidly at her big, handsome teacher.  Yes. She'd done the right thing.  He couldn't tell now without getting in trouble himself.  Her virginity was a small price to pay for his silence.

 

          Jack withdrew slowly from the tightly clinging clasp of the young teen's passage, watching the pink inner flesh extruding as it clung to his thickly veined tool, gripping him as if to keep him inside.  Then, equally slowly, he thrust back in and the girl’s pretty lips formed an O of awe at the hugely titillating sensations she experienced from the friction on the stretching walls of her unused vagina.

 

          "I want you to move, too, Diana. You fuck me, too." Jack filled his hands with her firm, young titflesh as he continued slowly the in-out movement.

 

          Diana was afraid to move. She felt as if she was going to split from the huge expansion of her innocent passage but, obediently, she made a small, upward motion of her wide hips. It didn't hurt. She tried again.

 

          "That's it, Diana. That's the way!" Seeing, feeling her move was gratifying.  Only moments ago he'd broken this young teen's cherry and already she was beginning to fuck back at him.  He shifted higher over her prone body so his shaft was sliding over the hard bump of her clit. She was definitely going to be special.

 

          The bedroom in the apartment above the drugstore had one large window.  And Jack had forgotten to draw the curtains.  The second floor apartment of the adjacent building was at a slightly higher elevation and, from the window of her bedroom, one of Jack's fellow teachers was watching with awe and anger, disgusted by what Jack was doing but her own mature libido was unwillingly aroused by the sight of Diana and her teacher on the bed.

 

          "Oh, Mr. Allan. How long? Like? How long are you going to do it?" Diana didn't exactly want to stop yet, but she was afraid. The feel of her teacher's mammoth tool thrusting in and out of her adolescent channel was sending delicious, tingling sensations through her inexperienced loins and, when she moved under him, it added to the pleasure. Gaining confidence, the young teen was rocking her wide hips now in tempo with her teacher's thrusts. Her shapely legs were bent, her feet flat on the sheets, which gave her purchase to push up at him.

 

          "Not long enough, Diana.  My God.  You're so tight.  So good." The feel of the girl's unseasoned sheath writhing around his cock as she raised and lowered her wide, young hips was intensely stimulating. He knew he couldn't last long.

 

          "Am I? Are you? Like? Am I doin' it right?" Diana was having difficulty breathing now. The exertion of fucking up at her teacher was part of it but, more than that, it was the hot churning in her belly. Like when she played with herself, only more intense. It was going to happen soon, she could tell.

 

          Their observer, with one hand, was holding binoculars while her other hand was between her legs. She could see on the sheets when the teacher's bare ass rose up from the girl's open-legged body, the large red stain that must be from the youngster's ravished virginity.  He was despicable!  The girl was only a child . Bonny fingered the sloppy softness of her vulva, despite her anger at what she was observing.

 

          "Hunhh...Unnhhh...hunhh...Unnhhh," Diana chanted breathlessly as she humped up at the man's plunging tool. Her knees were clasping his hips now and her firm ass was lifting right off the bed. "Hunnghh...Unnngh... Unngh!" she grunted as Jack lost concern for her youth and innocence and drove deeper, ramming into her cervix and sending debilitating thrill through her adolescent loins.

 

          "Cum, baby...cummm," he urged as his aching balls bounced against the crack of the girl's upturned ass and he felt the unstoppable urgency of his climax.

 

          "HANNHHH...Mr. Allan!" Diana cried out loudly as a huge wave of sensation washed over her young loins and through her belly.  "Hannnh! Sirrr!"  Diana's legs rose in the air to lock around her teacher's hips as a mind-blowing tornado of ecstasy engulfed her and she wriggled and squirmed around the hugely impaling stake that felt as if it was filling her belly.

 

          As the girl's legs wrapped around him, Jack felt her passage lock down on his cock with an almost painful grip and then, as his sperm surged out from his testicles in a burning rush, she fell back and her sheath relaxed as if to permit his semen to exit his bucking tool.  He exploded as Diana's passage contracted again and he felt the wetness of his gism surrounding his cock. With short, fierce jabs, he drove into her, pumping his sperm into the depths of her thirteen-year-old cunt as its tiny muscles massaged him and seemed to draw out every drop.

 

          "Gawwllyyy...Oohhh Mr. Allan...that was scary," Diana sighed as her teacher's heavy weight came down on her.  "I guess you came too, didn't you?"   She could feel the heavy wetness inside.  Had he made her pregnant? If he wanted to do it again, she'd have to ask him to get a condom.  Would he want to again?  She hoped so.  Maybe she was a slut, like Nancy said girls who did this were, but nobody else would know.

 

          "Oohhh Gawwd, Diana. You're a marvel. Wonderful."  A pang of fear hit the pit of his stomach.  God.  He'd fucked one of his students.  An underaged, thirteen year old. He must be crazy.  He rolled off her limp, legspread young frame.

 

          Bonny's fingers dug into her fleshy cunt when she heard the young girl cry out her teacher's name and saw her legs wrap around him. She quivered with orgasm at the sight but it was unsatisfying.  She felt jealous when, after the unprincipled teacher rolled off his adolescent victim, she saw the expression of languorous satiation on the young girl's face.  And then she saw the huge projection from the teacher's groin.  My God.  He could have injured the girl.  Her belly churned as she imagined how far up the young teen he must have been.  She'd report him.  She had to.