Perhaps we could collaborate and give this story a happy ending?

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Yes, I know about the avant garde. Doesn't it refer to ideas or styles put into practice before gaining popular acceptance?

Quite correct, young lady, quite correct. And I'm glad you alluded to "style" in your answer, as it is your particular style sense which appears to me to have that unmistakeable quality of being "before its time."

Oh, I'm very flattered. Perhaps you can share your thoughts with me about what makes my style so original?

It would be my great pleasure to do so, my sweet student. Today, in the popular culture, liberated women who have spent several years in college far away from their homes, have allowed fashion to suggest to society their innermost, private thoughts. For instance, slender ladies when they go to the beach often cover themselves with the skimpiest of bathing suits. These are known by the name "bikini", derived from the sexually charged term "bi-kinky", a term which you can't possibly be expected to understand.

Oh . . . Would you tell me what it means to be "bi-kinky" teacher?

No, not yet, my dear. It's a term whose sophistication I don't believe you're yet ready for. But to get back to my point about your avant-garde fashion sense, bikinis generally are designed to reveal what they are concealing, paradoxical as that might sound. And similarly, you have an orientation toward this as well.

Do I really?

Yes, my student, you most assuredly do. For instance, on the face of it you are conservatively clothed in a button down white blouse and a prim gray skirt. The type of ensemble thousands of schoolgirls across the world are wearing at this very moment. Yet, perhaps only you are inclined to be several years ahead of your time, by virtue of the way you present yourself in these conventional clothes.

Oh, I see sir, you must be referring to my annoyance with buttons.

Ahem. Well, yes, certainly, that's a significant departure from established standards.

I'm beginning to understand now. It's really very simple. It has everything to do with my ever-growing tits. Oops! I mean my breasts. Or maybe you'd prefer that I call them my bosoms. That's a very avant garde word, isn't it sir?

I've always been impressed with your vocabulary and as you know your prowess has been acknowledged by the steady stream of B-pluses you've received in English.

Yes teacher, I'm grateful you have noticed my language skills and I'm also very flattered you've noticed my boobs. Do you think that's a descriptive word, sir?

It's excellent my dear. In fact, with your rapidly expanding vocabulary, I think an "A" may not be far from your grasp.

I don't understand what you mean by that expression. Is that a metaphor or something? You know my tendency to take your lessons literally. Because as you stand over me and say things like "an 'A' may not far from my grasp" I'm wondering what you mean exactly. Maybe if I show you my command of the alphabet by going from A to Z really quickly, if you'll be impressed at what a quick learner I am.

A to Z, surely you're beyond that. Whatever are you talking about, my dear?

Well sir "A" is for the grade I want and "Z" is for this thing. Look down. See what my two fingers are "grasping"? Your "Z"ipper! And if you give me the grade I'm hoping for, I'll go straight from A to Z whenever you want!

But you know behind 'Z' there is a whole range of letters you've neglected. Can you think of any letters that might be represented, once you get inside 'Z'? You can look back there for whatever you like, but you must stay away from the letter 'O'. This is a secret special grade that only the most talented students receive, and if you succeed in finding the right answers, I promise you, you'll discover how good it feels to be given an 'O'.

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I think you should definitely make a contribution to the stories section of ADT. Those with an appreciation for a more intellectual writing style would find it quite refreshing.

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Gurl, I want to fuck you, too!
(Less elaborate in the beginning but as ejaculatory in the end.)

You think that was off-topic? Does that mean you don't like my title suggestion, then?

Burst-drenching cutie on thirst quenching duty, come over, cum over me.

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(winky thing).

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Burst-drenching cutie on thirst quenching duty, come over, cum over me.

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"That's right sweetie, continue..." he said.

I felt his hardness through his boxers, it bulged and begged to be released. How could I ignore it's cries for help? Perhaps the missus wasn't taking care of business at home? Whatever the case may have been, his hard on was ready to be unleashed. I conceded by pulling out his stiff member and was immediately taken aback by it's size. It was larger than I thought it would be, could I handle this? It didn't matter now, the throes of passion had taken over and he would not be denied. He quickly grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down on his cock.

"Mmmmpph..."

"That's right. Suck it you little slut."

I was shocked at his self-righteous indignation. Yet, I was curiously turned on. I don't know why, but right then, I was wet.

"Mmmmpph..."

"Do you like sucking cock babe? I apologize if I offended you, it's just that you turn me on so much. I can't help it... you've been flirting with me all semester. It's enough to drive a sane man crazy."

I ignored his commentary, I was more interested in bringing him right up to the point of no return and stopping. That's right, sucking and coaxing the cum right to the tip of his head. Building it up so that his balls would swell but offering no release. That would be my revenge.

"You're so good gorgeous, don't stop," he pleaded.

*sucking sounds*

I increased the pace rapidly as he tried to control me with a firm grasp of my head. Little did he know who was really in control of this carnal situation. I looked up at him and saw the ecstasy in his eyes, he was removed from this earth, his well toned body at my disposal. I reached down and played with his balls, not sure of what I was doing, just intent on making him squirm.

"Oh shit, I'm getting so close, slow down baby."

I pulled it out of my mouth for a second and proceeded to move down to his balls and took them into my mouth. He moaned loudly as I slowly bathed them in my spit.

"Having fun teacher?"

"Oh God yes, you're greater than I could have ever imagined."

As he finished his compliment, I took him back into my mouth and proceeded to bob up and down furiously. I had never done this before, only in my mind. I could recall seeing this in a porno movie I had watched awhile back, I never thought I'd be presented with this opportunity so soon.

His cock was dripping wet with my saliva, his balls had swollen up so tight that his release seemed inevitable at any given moment. He groaned some more as I jerked and sucked. All I could do was time my reactions, hopefully I would be able to do this just right.

"Oh shit, here it comes babe! Keep goin," he begged.

I sucked for a few seconds more until I could feel him ready to explode. Then, suddenly, I pulled it out my mouth and licked my lips. He stared down in amazement and tried to muster some words which never came. All he could do was make a feeble attempt at forcing me back down on his dick. I stood my ground and sat back in my chair, wiping stray spit from my mouth and face.

"So, teacher, that was fun. I think I've earned my grade," I said with a devilish smile.

"No way! You are not actually going to leave me like this are you? I need my release dear and I think you have to finish this assignment to get your A."

I knew this wasn't over. I'd need to do more, but I wasn't experienced enough to know what my next move should be. Had I bitten off more than I could chew? I had a feeling it was going to be a long session...

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{{{wagging tail eagerly}}}

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I'll give it an "A", and richly deserves a good spanking.

Edited by - Endless Loop on 8/26/2005 5:49:03 AM

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J/K... feel free to critique. The story was written quickly and was more of a freestyle than something carefully plotted. I could do a lot better, I know. Just wanted to throw you guys a bone so to speak.

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It's not a big deal and I'm just nitpicking, so don't hesitate to throw next bone.

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Apart from that I can only say - who needs fake drool?

Burst-drenching cutie on thirst quenching duty, come over, cum over me.

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Hope you enjoy the rest of it as well, definitely more to cum. Feel free to let me know if those "girlie parts" keep tingling.

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Ooooooooh, Mr. Saratoga. You have good sources. I must admit that when I was chomping down on your fat cock, it passed my mind that you might also have a good source of iron, as well.

You're a very apt pupil, a very apt pupil. Obviously you've developed a fascination with chemistry as well.

Let's just say my fascination with chemistry doesn't exclude the science teacher.

Is that a fact? I'd heard that you'd been kept after class a few times by Mr., uh, what's his name again?

I believe you must be referring to Lightning Rod.

Aha, Lightning Rod, I see. Seems like you're on a nickname basis with some of the faculty.

Not everyone. For instance, I call my foreign language teacher Mr. French. But, come to think of it, you're probably right. Let's see ... there's the Marathon Man over at the gym, the Treaty of Cunt in the history department and -- how could I forget -- Box of Pains over in fine arts.

That's quite a curriculum.

Correction, teacher, it's quite a curricucum.

Aha . . . speaking of which, I see your panties are having a hard time disguising your own curricucum.

Mr. Teacher, how naughty of you to be averting your glance down there! But now that you mention it, I did have a bit of an "accident" while you were fucking my mouth. You see, while I was stuffing my mouth with your cock, the thought did creep into my mind that it might make a nice snug fit in my twat. So yeah, I admit that I'm sopping. Perhaps you would you like to do some mopping?

Well first things first. The next class is going to start soon and you can't very well sit there with your panties dripping gurl juice on the floor the whole time. You'd be lending an entirely new meaning to the term water torture.

Perhaps you're right. But it's impossible to reach around this desktop to pull them off. I was wondering if you might be a gentleman and do the honors.

I'll be happy to do the honors, as well as the off hers.

Well . . . Help yourself. I know you really can't. Help yourself, that is.

Seems you're making a request I can't possibly refuse. Here, lift your ass a bit. That's it. Ok, off with them. Cum Guzzler! These panties are absolutely drenched. I'll have to wring them out for you.

Oh, teacher. I never knew that soaking panties could evaporate between a man's mouth, but you seem to have quite a knack for extracting pussy juice. I wonder if your tongue pump can probe around a little. You just might find a gusher nearby.

Well, my dear, you can wonder that for the next 40 minutes, because class is about to begin. I hope you've had some practice in going pantyless in class before, because you're about to be surrounded by 20 boys and girls, who if they knew that a bare muff was in their midst might get some very interesting ideas about you.

Oh God! You can't leave me here literally butt naked! That horny Vince guy who sits next to me is always dropping pens on the floor to look up crotch! Oh shit, here they come.

Ahem, yes CG, you have figured out that coefficient with the correct procedure. Thank you for coming in early to discuss this important aspect of the dissection of the right triangle.

Er, um, yes. I feel like I've got the tangenital, I mean tangential table under my thumb now.

Hello, class. Let's get started with today's lesson.

Edited by - saratoga120 on 8/28/2005 1:39:09 AM

Edited by - saratoga120 on 8/28/2005 1:27:51 PM

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