Message-ID: <6677eli$9803042122@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: foxwell23@hotmail.com Subject: {Dave Wallis} "Diary Of A Student Teacher - Feb 23rd 1998" ( mf teen con pett oral voy hs ) [Part 4] * Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6dks5k$blj$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> {Dave Wallis} "Diary Of A Student Teacher - Feb 23rd 1998" ( mf teen con pett oral voy hs ) [Part 4] * WARNINGS This story contains graphic scenes of a sexual nature. If this offends you, or if your national or local laws do not allow you to read such things, please leave now. All characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I am not even the same age, sex or profession as the main protagonist. This fourth chapter is what you'd expect from a high school story - a couple of teenagers going at it like knives, with plenty of petting and oral, because they think they're not being observed. Enjoy. Comments and criticisms are welcome at my e-mail address foxwell23@hotmail.com (Dave Wallis). And if you have any personal fantasies or scenarios that you would like me to consider including in later chapters they are also welcome. This story may be reproduced, providing it is on a non-profit-making basis, and that the text is reproduced in its entirety, with these warnings intact. You will take responsibility for ensuring that it does not fall into the hands of minors, I cannot take responsibility for that. Also, if you do want to reproduce it for public view, please have the courtesy to let me know about it. DIARY OF A STUDENT TEACHER DRAMATIS PERSONAE Becky Foxwell - Student teacher, who began this diary on 20th Feb 1998, as she was about to begin her final teaching practice. Judy - Becky's black & beautiful flatmate, with an insatiable sexual appetite. Adam Graves - A PE teacher. Peter Wilson [Year 8] - A 13 year old boy. Melanie [Year 8] - A 13 year old girl. Andrew Davies [Year 9] - A 13 year old boy. Craig [Year 11] - A 16 year old boy. Andrew Wilson [Lower 6th] - A 17 year old boy. MONDAY 23RD FEBRUARY 1998 When I woke up this morning, my mouth felt like the bottom of a birdcage. Surely I hadn't had that much to drink. It was not even 7am, but Judy was already up and running the shower. After a few minutes, she popped her head round the door and said, "Hiya. How's the head?" "Bloody awful," I replied. "Well come on then," she said, " lets get you in the shower. You were pissed on by a bunch of drunken first year students you know." "Yes. I remember," I answered, wondering if Judy also remembered that we kissed last night. But, as she led me into the shower, she seemed oblivious to the fact that any such thing had taken place. She stood naked beside me in the shower, helping me to wash my hair, the water pounding her large breasts and her athletic frame. The feel of Judy's hands rubbing intimately in my hair felt intensely erotic and I almost felt that she was getting ready to make a pass. I wondered what my reaction would be. But Judy's manner was entirely non-sexual. So much so, that if I had not gotten up last night and written down the fact, I would be tempted to think that the kiss had never happened and that I had dreamed the whole thing. Finally, we finished our shower and set about the task of transforming ourselves into respectable teachers. I pulled my bike out and set off. It still had the bit of material wrapped around the saddle that I use when I am going out without any underwear. I was going to take it off, but it was a cold morning today and I thought it might be nice to have something warm between the saddle and my thighs. I got into Albert Road School by 8:30. I found my way to the staff room and recognised Adam Graves, whose registration class I was going to take. He told me that he would come in with me this morning and introduce me, but after that I was on my own. He explained that his class were a nice bunch of year 8 kids [12 & 13 year olds] and that I should have no problems with them. When the bell rang and we went round to his classroom a gaggle of noisy young teenagers was waiting for us. The girls in particular were all over Adam, their shrill voices crying out "Sir, sir" and trying to tell him what they'd been doing over their half term holidays. They were obviously infatuated by him, and I have to say that I don't entirely blame them. He is a gorgeous man, with an athletic build, who teaches PE. He moved through the girls, seemingly oblivious to the effect that he was having on them. Listening to them, I wondered if I had ever sounded as loud and shrill as that. The class settled down and Adam introduced me. When he said that I would be taking over registration this term, there was a dismayed chorus of "Ohh, sir!!" from the girls. The boys however, were a little more welcoming. I read out the register and then looked around for somebody to take it back to the office. Most of the boys in the room stuck up their hands to volunteer, but I chose a young lad, called Peter, who seemed a bit withdrawn in the hope of bringing him out of himself a bit. "Do I have to Miss?" he asked. He was sitting close by my desk and seemed to be fidgeting nervously. "Yes, Peter, you do," I said, somewhat surprised at his reluctance; but secretly pleased with myself for having remembered his name. Peter made a big display of putting on his jacket and picking up his bag. Then he almost shuffled over to my desk, his school bag clutched in front of him. I gave him the register and beamed what I hoped was an encouraging smile at him. He almost snatched the register out of my hands and shuffled away. Some of the girls in the class were snickering to themselves and I heard Adam Graves whisper to the young lad, "You'd better take care of that outside." At that point I looked again at young Peter and realised that under his school bag he was sporting a rock hard erection and making a tent in his trousers. No wonder he had been so reluctant to stand up! I exchanged a look with Adam, but tried to conceal my smile from the rest of the class, in case they guessed its source. When the bell finally went a few minutes later, many of the girls made exaggerated farewells to Adam - some of them evenly openly hugging him(!), which seemed a little odd. But I suppose that as he was a boys' PE teacher, many of them really wouldn't see him this half term, except to pass in the corridor. I thanked Adam for introducing me to his class, then gathered up my things and headed for my first lesson... The Maths department had decided to ease me in slowly, so my first lesson was with year 7 [11-12 year olds]. They were pleasant and enthusiastic and had not yet acquired that world-weariness that seems to come to fruition somewhere around year 9. Unfortunately, thats about all I can say about them. They were so chirpy and excitable that they all just seemed to blend into one. I can hardly remember any of their names, which is not a good start (I will have to make a special effort to get to know those children). After morning break it was the dreaded year 9. The lesson went pretty well, but I made a classic mistake with the group of boys that sat in the middle of the room. I decided that I wanted to appear friendly and approachable, so as I set the class their tasks I came round to the front of my desk and perched upon it, facing them. I beamed my best, most encouraging smile. But the effect was ruined somewhat as I heard one of the lads, Andrew Davies, whisper excitedly to his friends, "Miss is wearing suspenders!". I realised with horror that they could see right up my skirt! I quickly hopped back off the desk, trying to retain as much dignity as I could. At lunch time I recovered from the first morning's work and tried to make friends with the staff. At afternoon registration, Peter Wilson studiously avoided my gaze and I didn't inflict further humiliation on him. I asked for volunteers to return the register to the office and was greeted by a horde of 13 year old boys, surging forward in a testosterone frenzy. I picked two, sent them on their way and sent the others back to their seats.. With the register had come a note for Adam. My first lesson of the afternoon was free, so I decided to take it round to him. Adam wasn't in the staff room at morning break or lunchtime, so I think he prefers to stay in his office by the gym. I left it until 20 minutes into the lesson before I made my way round to the gym to deliver the note, because I didn't want to have to walk through a room full of naked little boys. So I knew that I wouldn't get to see Adam, but I could at least leave the note on his desk. As I drew closer to the changing rooms, I noticed a girl called Melanie something (can't remember her surname) ahead of me. She's one of the girls in my registration class, that how I recognised her. But I knew that she certainly shouldn't be here at this time, because as far as I was aware their class was having a Maths lesson now (I knew that, because I was originally down to teach them before they became my registration class). So, what was Melanie doing here. She was obviously bunking off her lesson, but what else? I watched as she entered one of the changing rooms. Had she left something in there earlier? I drew closer still and realised that it was the *boys* changing room that she had entered. I thought then that she must be going in to steal from the boys whilst they were in their lesson. What should I do? I decided that I should have to catch young Melanie in the act. I moved quietly into the changing room after her. Fortunately, there was a wall of coats between Melanie and myself, so I was able to creep quite close without her observing me. I was going to peer through the coats, when suddenly I froze. I could hear voices coming from the other side. One of them was a Melanie's nervous whisper. The other... I peered through. There was Melanie, one of my year 8 girls. With her was a hulking great lad of about 16 - three years her senior. This was obviously a rendezvous - their body language proved it beyond a doubt. The knees that protruded from Melanie's grey pleated skirt were pressed tight together and her hands rested upon them, but she was facing the 16 year old and leaning forward; nervous yet excited, both at the same time. For his part, the lad was dressed in his football or rugby kit (I don't know which) and facing forward at an angle to Melanie; but beneath his football shorts, something was stirring... What I should have done at that point was to make my presence known and give them both a stiff talking to. I should then have sent him back out to the football pitch and frog-marched her to her lesson. Thats what I should have done. But instead, I stayed to watch events unfold. Melanie chatted brightly to the older boy, whose name I gathered was Craig. He seemed a little embarrassed at how excited he was becoming and looked as if he was trying to ignore the close proximity of the young girl. I have to admit that I can't blame him, because Melanie *is* gorgeous. At thirteen, teenage girls are either over-developed kids or shapely young women in miniature. Melanie is definitely one of the latter. Her long blonde hair comes down in waves, cascading to the middle of her back; her waist is narrow and her hips are shapely. This sits oddly with her face, which is bright and smiling with wide-eyed innocence. When you add to that the starched white blouse and short grey pleated skirt of her school uniform, you get a gorgeous little bombshell. Craig didn't stand a chance. The poor lad clearly didn't know where to look on his jailbait companion, so he carefully looked straight ahead, trying to avoid his gaze falling on any part of her body. But Melanie seemed to desperately want the attention and approval of the older boy. She leaned further forward and rested her hand on Craig's bare leg. Sensing him jump slightly, she started to stroke it soothingly, brushing flat the coarse hairs of his left thigh. Melanie ran her hand up Craig's thigh to his football shorts. His erection was now hard as iron. Grinning wickedly, Melanie grabbed at Craig's manhood, pressed against the nylon of his shorts, and started to massage it eagerly. They looked at each other briefly, then came together in a passionate kiss. Melanie continued to work at Craig's prick through the thin nylon of his shorts. The older boy started to tug at her blouse, to pull it out of the waist band of her skirt. Eventually he succeeded and he started to run his hands all over her back, pushing up under her white school blouse. Melanie slid closer to him along the changing bench and her little pleated skirt rode up her bare teenage thighs. I was beginning to get quite wet, but I did not dare to do anything about it. Craig's hand moved round to Melanie's small but growing breasts. He rubbed at her breasts through her bra. His hands moved back and tried to unhook it, to release her tits to his touch. But he was too clumsy and eventually Melanie reached back and slapped his hands away. Craig moved his hand down to Melanie's thigh and began to stroke it. He pushed the 13 year old's skirt up to her waist, and started to slide his hand under the hem of her panties. He started to tug them down and she helped him. They slid to her knees and then she shook them off onto the floor. Craig started to stroke at her pussy, where the first mossy down of her pubes was forming. His attentions were rough and clumsy, but at their ages, they knew no better. Melanie began to sigh audibly and her face was flushed. When she returned her attentions to Craig's penis, Melanie this time reached inside the leg of his shorts, pulled the gusset aside and released his huge engorged member. Now it was his turn to breath raggedly as she began to furiously wank his member up and down. For a time they stayed exactly like that. She beating his meat, he finger fucking her pussy and the pair of them locked in a vacuum-sealed kiss. This was not the sensitive love-making of adults but the eager lust of adolescence. The lack of quality was compensated in full by desire. Craig made an effort to roll over on top of her, but Melanie broke the kiss and whispered, "No! What if someone sees!" "Well what then?" muttered Craig. To answer him, the young girl slid off the bench and knelt before him on the changing room floor. The delicate blonde looked tiny compared to the hulking great 16 year old in his last year at school. She put her hands on his knees, leaned forward and cautiously took his penis into her mouth. As she got bolder, she sucked harder. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap and Craig grinned foolishly as she worked at his penis. As Melanie sucked her boyfriend off, she was facing away from me and on her knees. Her little school skirt had flopped back down over her arse cheeks, but every now and then her bum gave a delightful little bounce and the hem of her skirt flipped up, revealing her soft downy pussy below. I noticed that with one free hand she had reached back and was frigging herself gently. Suddenly, we heard voices in the corridor. All three of us froze. It was the girls returning from PE. That meant that the boys would be not far behind. I knew that I should leave immediately. If I was caught lustfully drooling over two teenagers, it would be the end of my career before it began. But for some reason I couldn't move. I just had to see this through to its conclusion. It was clear that Melanie and Craig had the same feeling. Some of Craig's ardour had left him during the frozen moment when we had heard the girls' voices in the corridor. Now Melanie redoubled her efforts, wanking the base of Craig's prick viciously as she sucked eagerly at its head. I think we all knew that none of us could leave that place until we were either all caught, or Craig's penis had splashed its seed over Melanie's pretty little face. Craig gazed down at the young teenager whose lips were wrapped round his penis head. He seemed to be willing his seed to come. Eventually Craig began to wince and his face contorted. As he squirmed on his bench, Melanie gripped his penis all the more harder. It was starting to throb and spurt globs of  harsh salty liquid into her mouth. Melanie gulped down Craig's cum. I realised that she did not dare spill a drop, because she couldn't risk it splashing onto her school blouse. She still had one more lesson that day, if she went to it and in any case her mum would probably kill her. As the spurting eased, Melanie washed off the head of Craig's penis with her lips. He smiled down at her with grateful contentment, but she was already tucking her blouse back into her skirt. We heard the noisy row of the boys returning to the building. In alarm, Melanie pecked Craig briefly on the lips, then she grabbed her school bag and bolted from the room. I had no time to get out before her, so I pushed myself into the coats and hoped that she would not see me. As I got up and and dusted myself down, the first boys were arriving back from the fields. I followed them into the main part of the changing room, where Craig had composed himself and was trying to pretend that the activities of the past half hour had not taken place. "Here, Miss, what are you doing here?" one of the 16 year olds asked with a cheeky grin. "I have a note for Mr Graves," I said as primly as I could. "Not been waiting long, I hope, Miss Foxwell?" It was Adam Graves, who had entered the room behind me. "No, no," I smiled, "only 5 or 10 minutes." I don't know why I said. Just mischief, I guess. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Craig look up in guilt and horror, but I ignored him. "Here, Miss," said the cheeky lad who had spoken earlier, " these aren't your knickers are they?" I looked down. There on the floor were Melanie's panties. She'd run out in such a hurry she'd left them behind! Craig looked like he wanted to sink into the earth. The cheeky lad, grinned inanely at me. I fixed him with a steely gaze and said: "Certainly not." Adam let us all off the hook, by saying, "Its amazing what you find in here. Anybody want to claim these?" A few lads answered with ribald comments about giving them a sniff, but Adam said, "Lost Property, I think," and scooped them up off the floor, throwing them with one fluid action into his office. Another lad said, "Miss. Are you going to stay here long. Some of us want to get changed." "Carry on," I said. I'm not interested. The boy in question promptly turned his back to me and dropped his shorts. This seemed to be the signal for all the lads to start removing their football kit. There were over 20 of them, all burly lads, approaching their sexual prime and all naked or near naked; their penises hanging down like quiescent serpents, ready to strike. I realised that I was just one woman, not very much older than them, and suddenly feeling very vulnerable. In some confusion, I handed over the note that I had for Adam, then beat a hasty retreat. Behind me I heard more baudy comments from the boys and Adam's voice as he tried to keep order. After that I had just one more class to teach. A-Level Mathematics. Quite a challenge, as I had been taking it myself only a few years earlier. But the 16 and 17 year olds who were doing it were quite a good bunch. At the end of the class, I was kept talking by a 17 year old called Andrew Wilson, who turned out to be the older brother of Peter, the boy I embarrassed in registration this morning. -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/ Now offering spam-free web-based newsreading -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |