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I Saw What You Did (Mf, oral)

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on: August 17, 2018, 07:23:32 AM

The story below is adult fantasy fiction.
The owner does not condone having sex with minors.

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On a sunny Saturday afternoon, Eddie Welch was ensconced in his comfortable lounge chair, watching a college football game.

It was unusually warm for a late September weekend, and there were a lot of household chores that needed doing, both inside and out, but he had decided there wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait.

Eddie was a math teacher. Now in his third year at Jefferson Middle School, he was 32 years old and single.

After nine years together, he and his college girlfriend has mutually decided to part company a month before school started. That may have been part of the reason he felt so lazy that afternoon.

Just before half time, the doorbell rang. Sighing, he switched the TV off and went to answer the door. Standing on his porch was Gina Stanton, an eighth grade girl in his third period pre-algebra class.

The small town he lived and worked in was small, and it wasn’t uncommon for teachers at the school to socialize with the families of the students at back yard barbecues and the like.

Because the town was so small, there was nothing unusual about seeing Gina when he opened the door. She lived two houses down from his.

Gina was a small girl, barely five feet tall, with honey colored hair. Today it was braided into two pigtails which hung just below her shoulders.

She was small-breasted, although her chest was in proportion with the rest of her body. In other words, her build was appropriate for her height and weight—five feet tall and just under a hundred pounds.

Gina was athletic, so her legs and torso were slender and powerful. She had just outgrown the gawkiness that girls sometimes have to endure when puberty comes along.

Now 13-years-old she was filling out, legs no longer skinny and hips no longer as bony as they had been. The alluring curve of her bottom was already drawing attention from boys her own age, and older.

Her face was mostly round, with a turned up nose and unusually full lips. Her green eyes were probably her best feature, and when she smiled, they seemed to twinkle.

Standing on her math teacher’s porch, she was wearing a loose-fitting pale blue sun dress that hung an inch or two above her knees.

“Hi Gina. What can I do for you this fine afternoon?”

“Hi Mr. Welch. Can I come in for a minute?”

She must have considered it a rhetorical question because she didn’t wait for an answer, just walked past him into the living room where she sat down on the love seat.

Eddie closed the door and followed her, saying with mild amused sarcasm, “C’mon in Gina. Please, have a seat.”

The girl didn’t say anything, just gave him a blank look as if to say, “Duh. I’m already sitting down.” She apparently didn’t understand the irony of his comment.

Eddie offered her a soft drink, and when she declined, he sat down in his lounge chair, which was perpendicular to the love seat where she sat.

Gina sat there looking at him with a faint smile, but not saying anything. After a few seconds, Eddie asked again, “What can I do for you Gina?”

The trace of a smile was not quite enough to fire the twinkle in her eyes when she finally said, “I saw what you did the other day.”

He nodded, still slightly amused. “Okay, good to know. Can you be a little more specific? What day are we talking about? And what did you see me doing?”

Gina didn’t say anything. She just balled her little hand into a fist, moved it between her legs near her groin and made a slow up and down stroking motion, maintaining eye contact as she did.

If Eddie had seen a teenage boy make the gesture, he would have known immediately what it meant—a simulation of a guy jerking himself off, but Gina was a teenage girl, and for some reason his brain—didn’t make the connection.

A little exasperated now, Eddie said, “Look Gina. I’m not good at Charades. Why don’t you just tell what you’re talking about.”

Instead of speaking, Gina rolled her eyes with the eloquence teenage girls seem to have mastered, pulled her smart-phone out of the pocket of her sun dress, pressed a few buttons and handed it to him.

Only then did she speak, saying, “Push the play button.”

He saw that a video was ready to be played back, and pushed the play button. His heart lurched when he saw himself, sitting in his classroom at his desk.

The classroom was empty and his chair was turned away from the desk, a little more than ninety degrees so he was facing more toward the computer monitor against the back wall than the windows.

Where the computer sat against the back wall he could face either the desk or the computer but not both at the same time. He knew he was in trouble when he saw the computer monitor that sat behind his desk.

Though the video had been shot from across the room, he could clearly see the image on the monitor screen. It was a woman—a large-breasted woman—and she was naked.

All he could see of himself was the upper torso and his right arm from the elbow up. The arm was moving in his lap, his hand out of sight.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was doing, especially after about a minute when he groaned and reached for the box of tissues from his desk.

He remembered the day, earlier that week. It was long after school, and after the principal had poked his head in to say good night, he’d thought he was alone in the building.

What he was looking at now proved he had not been alone in the building, and the video was like a time bomb. If it was made public, his teaching career was most likely over.

What he didn’t know was that Gina had watched the video over forty times, and each viewing caused varying degrees of dampness in her cotton Tweety Bird panties.

Each time she watched, the plan she had begun to hatch while she recorded his indiscretion became a little clearer in her mind. Now she was ready to carry out her plan.

Eddie looked up and glared at Gina. Angrily he said, “Young lady, this is a very serious invasion of privacy. You had no right to intrude on something so private. I’m sorry if this upset you––”

Gina interrupted him, holding up her hand and saying, “It didn’t upset me Mr. Welch. Not at all.”

Puzzled, Eddie looked at the cute eighth grader and tried to formulate a question, finally blurting out two. “Then why are you here? Why show me the video?”

Now he could see a faint twinkle in her eyes as she smiled and said, “I want you to do it again.” When his jaw dropped and he didn’t respond her voice was a little husky when she added, “So I can watch.”

Eddie was stunned, but still reacted immediately. “No. Absolutely not. It’s inappropriate. You’re an underage girl, one of my students. You really shouldn’t even be here alone in the house with me.”

The twinkle in her eyes was even brighter as she gave him a broad smile. She didn’t say anything, just scooted her shapely behind forward a little on the cushion where she sat.

Then she used her left hand to pull the hem of her pale blue sun dress up to her waist, moving her legs apart as she did. The first thing Eddie noticed was—the girl wasn’t wearing panties. For that matter, she wasn’t wearing a bra either, but he didn’t know that just yet.

Eddie could clearly see her youthful mound, surrounded by wispy tufts of pubic hair. Gina was a cute girl, and would be a woman soon, but all he saw—was a middle school girl. An underage 13-year-old minor. Jailbait.

His brain was shouting the words STATUTORY RAPE so loud he thought his head would explode.

“STOP THAT GINA! Stop it—right now! Put your skirt down! Don’t you understand? I could go to jail. I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, but I can’t be a part of it.”

As if he hadn’t spoken, Gina put her right hand between her parted legs and used her fingertips to slowly rub her exposed vulva. She seemed completely unconcerned that her math teacher was near apoplexy.

Still smiling broadly, she said calmly, “I don’t mind if you watch me Mr. Welch.”

Her hand started moving faster and she used two fingers to separate the plump folds of her outer labial lips. Moisture was forming on her juvenile sex. Eddie could see the delicate pink petals of her vagina.

When Eddie didn’t respond, Gina added, “Please Mr. Welch. Do what you did in the classroom for me. We can watch each other.”

There was a little catch in her voice when she added, “Then later, I can do it for you.”

Eddie could not look away from Gina, sitting on the couch not four feet away from him. He was mesmerized as the teenage girl continued to finger her adolescent pussy.

Still, he tried again, “For God’s sake Gina. This is totally inappropriate. It’s a crime for me to be here with an underage girl exposing her private parts. In the eyes of the law, you’re still a child.”

His brain was giving his mouth all the right things to say, but his hands seemed to have a mind of their own. There were beads of sweat on his forehead as he slowly undid his belt and zipper.

Gina’s slender index finger slowly disappeared into her visibly wet teenage pussy and she began to move it in and out of herself, gradually increasing the pace.

Eddie shrugged his pants and underwear down to his ankles, but even when he was naked from the waist down, he still didn’t touch himself.

It seemed as if a live-action—if illegal—porn shoot was unfolding in his living room. Illegal, of course, because the star of the show was an eighth grader—only 13-years-old.

Eddie watched Gina slide a second finger into her most private place. There were little drops of moisture visible on the inside of her thighs. She moaned softly as her two fingers disappeared from sight.

Staring at the adolescent girl, almost as if he were in a trance, Eddie wrapped his fist around his cock—and slowly started stroking himself.

Gina’s fingers began moving faster and little gasps were escaping from her lips. Her math teacher was still babbling about the dire consequences of his actions, but he wasn’t even listening to himself.

She came first, arching her back and emitting a little squealing noise as she did. The noise was not unlike that a playful piglet might make.

Seeing the 13-year-old in the throes of an orgasm sent Eddie over the edge. He felt his dick explode, splattering his thighs with his hot seed. A moment later, he plucked a few tissues from the box on the end table and cleaned up the mess he’d made in his lap.

Time seemed to stop. Teacher and student sat there for a few moments, just looking at each other. Eddie could see tiny red spots that had appeared on Gina’s cheeks.

After what seemed like a silent eternity, the eighth grader stood up and took the few steps that placed her directly in front of Eddie.

Without speaking, she peeled the pale blue sun dress over her head and dropped it on the floor. She stood there naked, her perfect little boobs only inches from Eddie’s face. Her small hard nipples jutted out like pencil erasers, begging to be suckled.

Eddie didn’t move. He just sat there, still murmuring about being arrested and sent to prison for being with an underage girl.

Did he want to suck her firm little tit into his mouth? Of course he did. But the fear of going to prison overwhelmed him, so he didn’t. He tried one last time to stop the insanity.

“I can’t do this Gina,” he pleaded. “I’ll go to jail! Please! Get dressed and go home.”

“No one will ever know,” she whispered, “I haven’t told anyone about the video.” Then she got down on her knees in front of him. “This will be our little secret.”

Gina reached out and circled his semi-flaccid cock with her tiny hand and began to slowly jerk it up and down. “Like this?” she asked softly. It grew in her hand, and she had her answer.

Eddie was silent now. Her sparkling green eyes locked with his and he could see pure lust in them. That’s when he knew he was powerless to stop her. She had him by—well, you know.

His last efforts were doomed to fail when he felt the adolescent girl’s hot breath on his now rigid cock. Then her full supple lips wrapped around the tip of his manhood—and all his resistance was gone.

As her head bobbed up and down in his lap, Eddie finally gave up trying to escape the untenable position he was in. He closed his eyes and accepted the ministrations from his eighth grade student.

In his head he silently tried to curse himself for his lack of self control, but his brain shut down his thought process as it was overwhelmed by millions of sensory neurons sending urgent messages.

His hands reached out, resting on the two braided pigtails on the back of the girl’s head as she eagerly, if inexpertly, sucked his dick. He was groaning loudly.

Then—abruptly—he came in Gina’s sweet young mouth, spurting gobs of thick liquid into the precocious girl’s hot wet oral cavity as she continued to suck on his blood engorged organ.

When he was spent, Eddie sighed heavily and flopped limply back in his comfortable recliner, eyes still closed.

Gina reached up and plucked five or six tissues from the box on the end table. Putting her hand under her chin, she spit out most of the gooey load her math teacher had just deposited in her mouth.

A few seconds later, Eddie opened his eyes and saw her, sitting cross-legged on the floor not three feet in front of him. She wore a satisfied smile, and her eyes were twinkling when she said, “Now do me.”

Straightening her legs, Gina laid back on the thick carpet. Then she must have realized that her words could be interpreted in more than one way. She quickly lifted her head and clarified, “With your mouth.” Her carefully thought out plan didn’t include giving Eddie her virginity.

Gina had been spending a lot of time in recent weeks thinking about her innocence and when she wanted to give it up, ever since she turned thirteen.

Finally, she had decided to hang on to her cherry, at least for a while. She wasn’t in a hurry to give away the precious gift. Besides, there were other ways to go about finding sexual release than intercourse.

After making it clear what she expected Eddie to do, she put her head back down and drew up her knees. Her legs wide apart, she opened herself to him in a blatant invitation.

Eddie briefly considered. He was already guilty of a crime, engaging in a sexual act with a minor, at the very least. If he was already doomed to hell, what did he have to lose?

He stepped out of his pants and straddled Gina’s prominent hipbones. His hands closed around the girl’s gorgeous little tits, amazed because they hadn’t flattened out like they would as she got older.

The way they jutted straight up, it was almost as if the little mounds were boasting of their firmness. He closed his fingers around one of the nipples, and leaned over to suck the other one into his mouth.

Gina moaned and her slender body shivered as Eddie flicked his tongue repeatedly at first one, then the other hard little nubbin poking up from the end of her small breasts.

Eddie slowly moved downward, kissing her flat stomach, then the girl’s hairy pubis. Gina’s butt started squirming because of the way her hips twitched as he moved closer to her adolescent treasure.

Inhaling the scent of her aroused young pussy, he saw her tiny clit. Fully extended, it had abandoned its hiding place entirely and was almost quivering. It seemed to be seeking—no, demanding—attention.

Simultaneously, he gently slid his middle finger into the delicate folds of her teenage cunt and pressed the tip of his tongue lightly against the nubbin of flesh just above his finger.

Gina murmured, “Oh,” very slowly, drawing it out as a prolonged groan as Eddie’s two pronged assault on the core of her juvenile sex made her shudder with pleasure.

Then she was lifting her hips to meet the two digits invading the most intimate part of her girlhood. She wasn’t even aware that she was making little mewling sounds.

Gina reached down between her own legs and pressed hard against the back of Eddie’s head. Her nubile body was about to explode.

The precocious eighth grader suddenly went silent and her entire 100-pound frame seized for just an instant. Then she shuddered and cried out as the sweet physical release of an orgasm crashed over her lithe 13-year-old body.

Eddie felt the gush of wetness flood her adolescent pussy as she flailed around in climax. He moved his mouth down to lap up the sweet nectar of her girl cum as fast as he could.

When Gina finally stopped thrashing, Eddie sat back on his knees and looked at the angelic glow on her face. Her cheeks were much redder now and with her eyes closed she seemed to be in a peaceful sleep.

Eddie reminded himself that the girl he’d just given an orgasm was one of his middle school students. Reaching behind him, he picked up his trousers and slipped them on.

Sitting on the floor, he leaned back against the footrest of his lounge chair and closed his eyes, berating himself for not having been able to resist the girl’s charming seduction.

And it had been a seduction, he now realized. Gina had knocked on his door knowing exactly what she wanted to happen.

He didn’t know how she’d been able to record the video he’d seen without him knowing, but he was sure that she had used it for her own nefarious purpose. In case you didn't know it, teenage girls have been known to be devious.

Eddie heard Gina stirring and opened his eyes to see her standing up. She’d put her pale blue sun dress back on and was smoothing the hem down over her legs.

She looked at him with a wide smile and her amazing green eyes twinkled brightly. She slipped her feet into the discarded flip flops and patted her pocket to make sure she had her phone.

Then she said brightly, “I’d better be getting home now Mr. Welch. I’ll see you in class on Monday. Thanks for everything.”

He could only stare mutely as she walked out of the room. He heard the front door open and then close.

Gina had spoken as if he’d done nothing more indecent than explain a particularly complicated equation so she could understand it. Nothing to even hint that they had engaged in frenzied oral sex.

Eddie Welch sat there on the floor, leaning against his chair in a daze—for a very long time.


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Reply #1 on: August 17, 2018, 10:31:13 AM
Well, we have to ask ourselves what's more important to a horny teenage girl--her math teacher's career and possible incarceration, or her need for a sex partner over whom she can exercise her own kind of authority?


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Reply #2 on: August 18, 2018, 01:41:55 AM
Well, we have to ask ourselves what's more important to a horny teenage girl--her math teacher's career and possible incarceration, or her need for a sex partner over whom she can exercise her own kind of authority?

I'd say... never underestimate the power of pussy! Especially when it involves a horny teenage girl.

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Reply #3 on: August 19, 2018, 04:50:05 AM
Nice story, good pace and i thought well written.  I also like that you ended it with just the blowjob and cunnilingus. Plus you left it feeling like she would be back anytime she wanted, having the upper hand in the relationship.  Hope to read more of your stories in the future.

I like the idea that a voice can just go somewhere, uninvited, and just kinda hang out like a dirty thought in a nice clean mind. Maybe a though is like a virus,  it can kill all the healthy thoughts

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Reply #4 on: September 02, 2018, 09:38:39 PM
I really liked your story.  I hope that Gina comes back for more and they spend more time naked and exploring each others bodies.

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Reply #5 on: September 03, 2018, 12:08:28 PM
great little story. thanks

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Reply #6 on: September 05, 2018, 07:07:34 PM
Great story.  I'm sure he's hoping that she's the kind of girl that can keep a secret.  Probably if he keeps being good to her, he can be bad.