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Grade School Grazing
Chapter Three
Balling Busty Belinda
While
hugely endowed Jack was enjoying his sojourn in the private school, Bob Best,
another young teacher of more ordinary dimensions, had a position in a Public
School and was viewing his Grade Seven and Eight pupils with lecherous
eyes. His nubile but underaged niece,
Lucy, had demonstrated that even a twelve year old could be a delightful and
exciting bed-partner so his girl pupils were no longer just children, to
him. Now they were, to varying degrees,
the subjects of lewd fantasies. If his
barely pubescent niece, Lucy, could take pleasure from the adult sex act, then
surely many of the ripening youngsters in his class would also enjoy it. And give it.
It
was like setting the fox to watch the chicken coop.
"It's
a lot to ask, Bob," the middle-aged female Principal, Mrs. Wilson said
when he came to her office. "It's
just that you seem to have a special way with kids. It's only six and they're not bad, just slow
learners."
Bob knew the two boys. They weren't slow learners, just lazy and
disinterested. Better marks or no sports
would likely do the trick with them. The
girls, however, were a different matter.
Fifteen-year-old
Janice had just been moved back to grade eight from grade nine. There must be a problem there, Bob mused as
he surveyed his newly structured class, since she was old even for grade nine. Kind of pretty though, in a buxom sort of way.
I wonder if she's a virgin?
The
youngest of his new charges was Ingrid.
Grade six.
Eleven?
Maybe twelve?
Cute and beginning to round
out, showing promise of future womanhood.
Bigger than Lucy.
Bob checked the record. Yes, she was eleven.
Too young, even for an
unprincipled lecher like he.
And the other two.
Dark, precociously busty Belinda was twelve, he knew. He'd been watching her unhaltered, young tits
bounce provocatively since the beginning of the term.
And the leggy, thirteen
year old blonde, Valery.
A real beauty.
Was
she the legendary dumb blonde?
All
of them, even the plump, eleven year old Ingrid, aroused Bob's lust. But how could he get them.
No, not Ingrid.
That would be going too far.
But the others.
Unlike Lucy, they wouldn't be living with him
and crawling into bed with him at night.
"Mrs. Crawley sez yer gonna give me
speshul help after school."
Bob looked up from his papers to see the
dark-haired girl, Belinda, chewing gum furiously as she stood by his desk. Her big tits jiggled as if being bounced by
the chewing motion of her jaws.
"Yes, Belinda. Or at least, I'll try."
And maybe you can give me some special
help, too, Bob mused as he pictured the youngster sitting astride his hips, her
big tits bouncing as she fucked him.
Would she? Damn. Right now she looked like a little whore.
He
was kinda cute, even to a twelve-year-old girl. She'd show Valery. Even if the tall, older girl was her best
friend, she made her mad, sometimes.
Like lately, when Valery wouldn't believe that she'd done it, gone all
the way. But, if she got Mr. Best to do
it to her, then Val would have to believe her.
It
ain't that speshul, Val, Belinda had said.
It hurt a bit but then it was over.
And Jimmy's only fourteen. Next
time I'll get an older guy who knows how to do it.
There's lotsa high
school guys who'd like me.
I seen how they look at me.
But Val had just
laughed. She'd show her. Mr. Best looked at her too, the way the guys
did, and she knew that some of the men teachers were doing it to the older
girls.
"Are we gonna do it here? Like, study?"
Belinda giggled inwardly as se realized
what she'd said. Do it? Yeah.
She glanced around to see where he might get her down.
"I guess so, Belinda. But first we need to have a talk so you can
tell me what sort of help you think you need.
I'm meeting Janice today so shall we get together tomorrow at
four?"
"Uh,
yeah.
That's OK."
Boy,
is he ever lookin' at my tits. I'm gonna sneak Sis's pushup bra tomorrow and
really give him an eyeful.
Bob
watched the youngster's lush ass wobble as she left the room. She seemed to be a brash kid. Likely she'd been screwed more than
once. But he wanted her anyway,
"Uh, Mr. Best?
You
wanted to talk to me?"
Bob looked up again. This time it was Janice who stood by his
desk. But she wasn't displaying her
boobs. Not like Belinda.
"Yes,
Janice. I wanted to set up a schedule
for the extra work we'll have to do to make you into an A student."
"Oh Mr.
Best.
You know I'll never be
that. But I do want to make better
grades. It's good of you to help out
after school."
He seemed like such a nice man.
Kind of serious and a bit
sad.
"I've been looking at your record,
Janice. Maybe you won't make all A's but
I know you can do a lot better. Your
English is excellent and you seem to have a good understanding of Social
Studies. We just have to figure out how
to build your confidence."
God,
she's a big girl.
Must
be 5'8 or 9".
Those loose
clothes don't tell me much about what's under them, though. I'm going to have to play her carefully.
"I hope so, Sir.
And math and science?
They really give me lots of problems. I'll do whatever you say."
The classroom was deserted when Belinda arrived next day for her
interview with Mr. Best. Bob showed up
right away though, from the small room adjoining the classroom.
"Are yuh married, Mr. Best?"
"Yes and no,
Belinda.
I don't live with my
wife."
"Mommy and Daddy don't live
together neither. I live part time with
each of them. Do you got
any kids?"
"No. Except two
nieces who live with me."
"Are they little kids?"
"No. One's eighteen, the
other is your age."
"What wouldja do if you had
someone like me livin' with you? And you
didn't have no wife?"
"I don't know, Belinda. As I said, I have someone who is sort of like
you living with me.
And
no wife.
Why do you ask?"
"Uh, I wuz just
wondrin'?
Like? There's a girl in Grade Eight over at the
"Well that's not what my nieces do,
Belinda."
God, she was a cute,
little piece.
At least
two inches under five feet and a big ribbon in her hair.
If
it wasn't for those tits she'd look like a little girl. But the way those boobs were sticking up and
out under her blouse, she looked like a little whore. Why was she talking about sex? Was she offering?
"Is
that what you would do, Belinda?
In that situation?"
"Uh, maybe?
If my uncle was good lookin' like you?"
"Well, I guess we'd better talk
about schoolwork, Belinda. Do you ever
study?"
"Not much, sir. Is that what yer gonna make me do?"
"That's part of it. But I need to teach you how to talk better,
too. You have to pronounce each word
instead of running them together. I
think your teachers don't realize how smart you are because of the way you
talk."
I wonder if this will work?
"I've
set up a tape recorder in my office.
We'll start by having you read something while I tape it. And then we'll work on improving your
diction"
Belinda followed the teacher into the little room. It was only about ten feet square with a
small desk against one wall and a narrow sofa against the other. The girl looked around, seeing the small
recorder on the desk and noting that there was only one chair.
"I guess you'll have to sit on my knee
while we do the taping," Bob said as he sat on the armless chair.
"It
will only take a little while."
I think he's gonna try somethin'.
Should I tell him it's OK? The
girl climbed onto her teacher's knee, her short skirt sliding up over her plump
thighs almost to the top.
"What'cha gonna get me to read,
sir?"
"It's a few passages from this
book."
Bob opened the book and handed it to the
girl.
"This is a
story about a young girl like you.
And an older man.
It's called Lolita. Only she's not exactly like you. She's not as big."
Bob cupped one of the girl's big
tit-mounds.
"Not as big there, anyway."
"Is it really a story 'bout someone my
age? Does she? Like?
You know? Does she do ver'thin'?"
Her
teacher's hand was still on her breast and Belinda wished she'd left off her
sister's push-up bra. She wriggled
closer on the man's lap and felt a hard bulge.
Yes. She was getting to him.
"You read it, Belinda, and make up your
own mind."
In a halting voice, the girl read the page that Bob had opened the book
to. It wasn't explicit but, even though
her teacher kept stopping her to correct her diction, Belinda could tell that
the girl was teasing the older man.
"Is it a true story, Mr. Best? Did she really do it?
All the way?"
Belinda
squirmed excitedly at the though of another girl, an even younger one
than she, getting it from an older man.
Mr. Best must have planned it, giving her that book to read.
"I think so, Belinda."
The feel of her firm bum writhing on his
erection was exquisite. Bob had little
doubt now that the youngster would willingly let him have her and he began
unbuttoning her blouse.
"Is that what yer gonna do, too,
Sir? Are yuh gonna make me your own
Lolita?"
Belinda pushed her
chest forward to show off her big, young breasts as her blouse opened. And then her teacher was unsnapping the clasp
in the front of the little bra to bare her milky globes completely.
"Do
yuh think she wuz as big as me? I mean, her
bubs?"
"Not many girls your age have
such lovely breasts, Belinda. Do you
mind that I'm playing with them?"
"Oh no, Mr.
Best.
I like it. You ain't rough like Jimmy wuz. And it makes me feel good."
His gentle touch was sending warm thrills out from her breasts to her
belly and her nipples had quickly become thick and hard. She just knew she was
going to like doing it with her teacher.
Bob glanced at the door. He
should have locked it, he knew, but he wasn't going to endanger his progress in
seduction of this buxom youngster just to protect against their unlikely
interruption.
She was like a
miniature woman. Less than five feet
tall, her big, firm-fleshed tits seemed even larger on her short frame. It would be different than with Lucy. First, he was sure,
he wouldn't be popping this girl's sub-teen cherry. But to compensate he was getting pleasure
from her big, juicy breasts, bigger by far than Lucy's developing mounds or
even Irene's modest boobs. And, unlike
with his well-endowed ex-wife, this girl would not likely be asking for more
cock in her juvenile cunt.
Belinda
shifted accommodatingly as her teacher unfastened the waist of her skirt and
she raised her bum from his lap so he could push her skirt and panties down
over her hips. And then his hands were
gliding skillfully over her plump thighs, urging them apart, and then dipping
lower to her moistening nest. "Have
yuh done this before, Mr. Best?
Like? Oohhh, that feels
good," the youngster gasped when her teacher’s fingers stroked her
soft pussylips. "Like...have yuh
played with any of the other girls?"
"No, Belinda. And I shouldn't be playing with you, either.
Do you want me to stop?"
Bob was pretty sure, from the way the girl
was so willingly acquiescing to his lewd assault, that
she was as willing as he and he was surprised by the thick, dark bush on her
mons. Was that an indication that, sexually,
she was more mature than his bald-pussied niece, Lucy?
"Nah, Mr. Best. I'm glad yer playin' this way with me. Ain'cha?
Like? Ain'cha gonna take off yer pants?"
As she asked the question, the girl
smiled cutely and wriggled on the hard bulge she felt through her teacher's
pants.
Bob
managed, somehow, to open his fly and slide his pants down while, at the same
time, he completely removed Belinda's skirt and panties. The young girl put her
arms around his neck as he lifted her and turned her so that she was sitting
astride his thighs, facing him.
"Have you played like this
with other teachers, Belinda?"
Bob asked, wondering at the young girl's easy
compliance with his lewd advances.
"Not with a teacher, Mr. Best. But I been playin' with some older boys
,” she lied, not wanting to appear as
inexperienced as she was and not appreciating that professed innocence would
have been an even greater turn-on for her teacher.
Belinda's short, plump legs were spread wide apart, her fleshy thighs warmly clasping his hips. Bob positioned her, wide open astride his thighs and lowered his face to her breasts to mouthe the firm, hard-tipped globes, sliding forward on the chair and spreading his own legs so that the girl sat lower between them.
"I like that, Mr. Best,”
Belinda gasped as the man sucked
wetly on her throbbing breasts.
"OH SIR!" she exclaimed when
he bit one of her swollen nipples and a thrill shot through her. The girl wasn't afraid when she felt her
teacher's hot hardness against her pussy.
She'd done it before, even if only for less than a minute.
Wriggling
accommodatingly, she positioned herself for the expected
penetration.
Bob
kissed her soft, red-lipped mouth as he reached down to guide his tool to the
soft, wetness of her adolescent vulva.
Her mouth opened, her lips parting readily to welcome his tongue, just
like her lower lips were spreading to admit his outthrust tool. He thrilled to the hot, yielding elasticity
of her cuntmouth as he entered the moist, hot portal.
"MR. BEST! Oohhh Sirrr!",
Belinda
exclaimed, her breath gushing hotly into her teacher’s mouth as if the
penetrating penis was pushing the air from her body. Bob leaned back then, holding her firm ass
and sliding her forward, savouring the tight grip of her dilating cuntflesh
around his manhood. His young student
wasn’t as tight as Lucy had been that first time but the clasp of her juvenile
sheath was immeasurably more exciting than that of his ex-wife’s oft-plumbed
opening. Two-thirds of his shaft were now enclosed by the youngster’s hot, wet passage
and, with a pang of disappointment, he knew that somebody else had already
broken her cherry. The muscles of her
big, firm ass flexed involuntarily as he drew her closer until she was stuffed
by his burning hot tool, his hairy pubis meshing with her own bushy mons.
"Oohhh Gawwd, Belinda. You feel good. I didn't know little girls could be so
hot."
"I'm big enough ain't I,
Mr. Best? Yuh got it all in,
din'cha?"
And, at that moment, Belinda hoped so. Jimmy hadn't been in this far and she was a
bit apprehensive. Could she take a
full-grown man?
"Oh yes, Belinda. You're big enough."
Grasping her round, firm-fleshed hips he
began to move her back and forth, savouring the hot, juicy clasp of her
juvenile cuntflesh on his throbbing cock.
Hot,
little tingling sensations emanated out from her
cock-filled, young cunt and Belinda felt a warm glow in her belly. She was being fucked.
Really fucked.
Not like with Jimmy who had just been in and
then it was over. Her teacher was
kissing her bubs again, adding to her juvenile arousal and the young girl began
to move of her own volition.
Bob
felt the response as the young schoolgirl wriggled on the impaling staff, her
soft, inner flesh clinging delightfully to his cock. Raising his face to hers, he began to kiss
her soft mouth again, thrusting his tongue in and out between her mobile lips,
using it to give her mouth the fucking that his cock was giving her cunt.
Belinda’s
plump thighs clasped her teacher’s hips as she used the grip to pull herself
closer, and then push away. At first she
was awkward, her movements erratic and frustrating but
after a few tentative pulls and pushes, she established a sort of rhythm so
that she was rocking her pelvis against his.
Leaning
back, Bob moved one hand from the girl’s firm, flexing buttocks to play with
her big, firm breasts. He stroked and
squeezed the pliant mounds, pinching and tugging the rubbery nipples, using her
ripe, young tits like handles to guide the precocious pre-teen’s movements.
Belinda
looked down past her bulging, young belly to where she was taking her teacher’s
thick organ into her pulsating pussy.
Her excitement was amplified by her pride. A full-grown man, a teacher, was fucking
her. Valery would be jealous. It felt to her as if the man’s cock was going
right up into her belly and she loved it.
The lecherous schoolteacher could feel the growing stress in his heavy balls and he knew that he would soon explode into his young student’s underage quim. He used both hands now, one on her big tit-handles, the other on her bulbous, flexing ass, to assist her motions. Seeing her big breasts bounce and jiggle as she rode him, watching her pretty face darken with growing lust, he was in a sinful heaven of sexual gratification
"Hannh...whooo...Hannnh...whooo
,” the writhing youngster panted as
the pressure built in her juvenile loins.
The sense of expectancy grew within her with the continuing friction on
her cock-stretched cuntwalls and the rubbing of her teacher’s thickly veined
tool on her throbbing clit. She knew she
was going to cum. She reached down so
she could massage her swollen cum-trigger, feeling the hard shaft sliding
against the back of her finger as it plunged in and out of her fevered channel.
The girl was no tighter than his, now,
oft-fucked niece, but Bob was savouring this girl's busty weight and, looking
at her pretty, dark face as it twisted in a grimace of impending orgasm, he
grasped her hips and, arching his own, he pulled her down hard.
"Hunnghh!"
the young girl cried out as the tip
of her teacher's man-sized tool pushed against her cervix and expanded her
little-girl cunt way beyond what quick-triggered, young Jimmy had done in her
one, brief, prior episode.
"Heennchh...accchhh," she
gasped, sibilantly, as
her frame was wracked by a paralyzing, spine-tingling orgasm.
The
girl's snug passage twitched, then locked on his cock and Bob felt his own
climax begin. His deepthrust shaft
swelled, bucked and then, as he too was frozen in passion, he spurted up into
the humid depths of the pre-teen schoolgirl's
spasming cunt. Holding her
warm hips he moved her back and forth, using her tight sheath to milk his semen
into the squirmy depths of her underaged passage, filling her with the fluid
fruits she’d invited through her moral laxity.
Belinda
felt the man's spear jump within her and then was aware of the flooding wetness
that jetted up into her, inundating her juvenile receptacle and extruding out
around the cunt-filling cylinder to trickle down into the crack of her
ass. She felt weak but filled in a
wonderfully satisfying way and she slumped down on the thick pole, her young
body twitching in the aftermath of her climax.
The
unprincipled teacher held her close, letting his drained tool soak in her
tight, cum-filled young passage. God, he
thought, I have to stop taking advantage of these lovely youngsters. But he knew he wouldn’t.
“Golly,
Mr. Best. I bet Miz Wilson din’t know
you wuz gonna teach me this.”
“You
should say Mrs. Wilson didn’t know you were going to teach me this,”
Bob corrected his twelve-year-old pupil. She was definitely not showing any sign of
being harmed by his licentious ravishing of her underaged body. He leaned back to study the salacious sight
of the big-breasted young girl, still sitting impaled on his deflating tool, a
creamy froth of cock-churned semen showing whitely on her pinkly parted labia.
“But
it wasn’t your first lesson was it, Belinda?”
“No…hee
hee,”
the girl giggled, “But the other time I din’t learn nothin’.”
Then, remembering what he’d told her, she
giggled again and corrected herself, saying, “I mean, the other time I
didn’t learn anything.”
Bob
cupped her big ass-cheeks and lifted the young girl off his hips. A dribble of gism drooled from her bushy quim
and she stood, legs apart, holding his shoulders.
“Wow…I
can hardly stand up, Mr. Best. It feels
almost like you’re still inside me.”
Then,
on unsteady legs, the girl recovered her clothes and dressed.
“I’m gonna like havin’
you teach me, Sir.”
As his acquiescent pupil left his office Bob had a moment of concern. He really had to start using a condom. Lucy, fortunately had miscarried but a pregnant twelve year old would be a disaster for both of them.
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