Sexual Calendar
September: Back to School
	by Kelly Adams (kelly_h_adams@hotmail.com)

It's September--Back to School time--and we're engaging in a
little role-playing fantasy. You have gotten the keys to a
local high school from a friend of yours, and we are
engaging in an after school activity:

You are playing the part of the teacher, dressed
conservatively in a tweed jacket and a necktie. I am playing
the part of the student, dressed in a schoolgirl's uniform,
kind of... I'm wearing white knee socks and black patent
leather shoes, a plaid skirt, white shirt and blazer; but
the skirt is a good deal shorter than a schoolgirl could get
away with, and the shirt stops above my naval. I'm wearing
my long dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail.

We begin with you sitting behind the desk, and me sitting in
one of those chairs with writing desks attached, crossing my
legs so that you can almost get a look at my white cotton
panties.

"Miss Adams, I'd like for you to stay after class," you say
sternly.

"Sure, Mr. Smith. Is something wrong?" I ask, anticipating
the little game we are about to play.

"I think you know full well that something is wrong. Come
over here to my desk."

I get up from the chair and come over next to you. I place
my hands behind my back and sway just a little bit, putting
on the full innocent act. "Really, Mr. Smith, I can't
imagine why you've asked me to stay after."

"Kelly, you are a very beautiful young woman, as I'm sure
you know." I nod my head in agreement. "But your grades are
not good at all. I'm afraid that you're in danger of failing
this class."

"But Mr. Smith, I can't fail, I just can't! If I get a bad
grade, they'll kick me off of the cheerleading squad, and
I'll never get into a good college."

"Nevertheless, that's the direction in which you're headed."

"Surely there must be something I can do to improve my
grade. Isn't there some extra credit or something I can do?"

You stand up from your chair and put your hands on my
shoulders. "Well, as I said, you are a very lovely young
lady. I'm sure that there is something we can think of..."

I say nothing for a few seconds, pretending as though I'm
pondering a deep question. Then I pipe up, as if the idea
just came to me: "Oh, I know! How about if I give you a
blowjob?"

You smile. "That might be good," you say. "For starters..."

I get down on my knees in front of you and remove my blazer
before unzipping your pants. Pulling out your cock, I can
see that it is already beginning to stiffen. "Oh wow, Mr.
Smith. What a great cock you have. I'm really going to
liking sucking it!" I give your cock several good licks to
get it wet with my saliva, and then start jacking it inside
my fist until it gets to full length. Then I take your
cockhead between my lips, lowering myself down on your rod
until I've fit as much as possible inside my mouth.

"Oh, yes," you say as I start to suck you off. "Oh Kelly,
you are quite a good little cocksucker!"

"You've got a great cock to suck," I reply, then quickly get
back to work on your blowjob. You grab ahold of my ponytail,
guiding the rhythm of my motions on your shaft. With my left
hand I play with your balls, while my right hand moves under
my skirt and inside my panties so that I can play with myself.

I keep up the cocksucking for quite a good long time,
showing much more skill than one would expect from a real
high school girl. When it's time for you to come, I pull
your cock out of my mouth and jack you off with my hand
until you start to shoot your jism. Most of it lands on my
tongue, which I eagerly swallow, but a couple of shots hit
my nose and cheek. You hand me a tissue to clean my face off
before collapsing back down on your chair, your pants
bunched down at your feet. Your cock deflates slightly, but
is still half-erect.

"Well, Mr. Smith. Do I pass?" I ask as I stand back up.

"That was very good, Miss Adams. You are a very accomplished
cocksucker. You have obviously had a lot of practice."

"I like to give blowjobs, Mr. Smith. I've sucked off at
least half of the guys in my class."

"Your practice has served you well, Kelly. You've now earned
a 'C' in my class."

"What? I 'C'?!" I act incredulous. "But Mr. Smith, I have to
get a better grade than a 'C'!"

"Well, Kelly, better grades are reserved for those students
who give extra effort. Those who go farther and do more."

"What do you want me to do, Mr. Smith?"

"I want you to let me fuck that nice tight teenage twat of
yours, Kelly."

"I'll do anything, Mr. Smith. I just have to get a better
grade."

"Very good, Kelly. Now pull up your skirt and let me take a
look at your fresh young pussy."

I do as you say, lifting up my pleated plaid skirt and
pulling aside my cotton panties to show you my pussy. I
shaved my pussy hair away for this fantasy, leaving my
crotch completely bare and smooth.

"That is a very beautiful pussy, Kelly," you say as you
start to stroke your cock. "Why don't you finger your twat
and get it nice and wet for me."

"Sure, Mr. Smith." I insert my index finger into my pussy while 
my thumb massages my clit. By the time my juices are flowing
nice and good, your cock is back up to full strength.

You kick off your pants and stand up, taking off your jacket
and draping it across the back of your chair. With your cock
waving in the air, you direct me over to the front wall so
that I'm facing the blackboard. I bend over slightly,
placing my hands on the blackboard to support myself. You
fold my skirt up and pull down my panties, exposing my
dripping wet bald beaver. You tease me a bit by rubbing your
cock along the lips of my pussy and the crack of my ass.

"Mr. Smith," I say, panting with anticipation. "Stop teasing
me. I want it now!"

"What is it you want, Miss Adams?"

"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Smith. Fuck me with your big
hard cock!"

"Oooohhhhhh!!!!" we moan together as you finally slide your
cock up inside of me. You wrap your hands around my waist
and ram your shaft in and out of me slow and hard.

"Oh yeah, fuck me!" I cry out as you bang away inside me.
"Fuck me, Mr. Smith! Fuck me hard!" Soon I am coming, crying
out and shuddering with a powerful orgasm. Then you start to
fuck me faster, my hips moving back in concert with yours
moving forward.

"Oh god, Kelly," you cry out. "I'm gonna come..."

"Come in me, Mr. Smith. Come in my hot teenage pussy!"

"Ooh! Unh! Ooh! Unh!" you shout as your hot sticky goo
spurts up inside of me. You pull your cock out of me,
covered in our sex juices which I eagerly lick off.

"Well, Mr. Smith, now do I get an 'A'?" I ask as you are
putting your pants back on.

"You've now earned a 'B', Miss Adams," you say as you fasten
your belt.

"What do I have to do to get an 'A'?" I ask. "I really need
it!"

"In order to get an 'A', Miss Adams, You'll have to stay
after class once a week from now until the end of the term.
You'll have to suck my cock and let me fuck that wonderful
pussy of yours every time. Do you think that you can do
that?"

I get a big grin on my face. "Oh yes, Mr. Smith. I'd love to
do that. In fact, I'd even like to do that more than once a
week."

"Well, Kelly, we'll have to see about that. After all,
you're not the only girl in this class whose grade needs
improving..."

At this point I can no longer stay in character. I break out
in laughter, then come over and sit in your lap on the
chair. "Thanks," I say as I give you a big juicy kiss. "That
was a lot of fun."

"What should we do now?" you ask. "There's still a lot of
time left this evening..."

"Well, 'Mr. Smith', I was hoping you'd take me back to your
place and fuck me like a woman." I take my panties and stick
them in the inside pocket of your jacket as a souvenir. We
still have a lot of fun ahead of us tonight, but already I'm
looking forward to our encounter next month...


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