Message-ID: <40914asstr$1045483804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <99O20G8837669.3451967593@anonymous.remailer.cyberjunkiez.de> From: kimmy_lover@carlaswhorehouse.tv Comments: This message did not originate from the above address. It was automatically remailed by one or more anonymous mail services. This service is free. Please report problems or inappropriate use to the address below. X-Remailer-Contact: jacopo@cyberjunkiez.de X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 17 Feb 2003 07:17:05 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} Carla the Seductress m/f, teen, voyeur Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 07:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar Carla the Seductress An Erotic Story of Fiction Author John Hill ..It's been two months since the first encounter. I told my girlfriend I couldn't take it anymore. I knew it wasn't illegal, but that didn't matter, I had my morals and I knew it wasn't ethical to even contemplate such an endeavor. I told her that if something doesn't give, I'd be forced to quit my job. My girlfriend and I are very open to one another. We've been together for over a year and our relationship doesn't have an ounce of jealousy involved. We've even taken part in several "couples only" swingers events. To give you a little background, I spend my life teaching at a local high school. To be more specific, I teach at an all girls prep school. The age of our girls run between 14 and 18, freshmen to seniors in high school. And let me tell you, they're a handful. You know the type, teenage girls that think they know it all, seen it all and done it all. From behind the stairwells to empty classrooms, it's hard to say at a given time what these girls are up to. Most of the girls are well behaved. They do their work, engage in after- school programs, etc. However, "some" of the girls are, shall we say, a bit wild. One girl in particular is driving me nuts. Her name is Carla. She's an 18 year old senior and she spends her day flirting with most of the male teachers. Carla is about 5'6", 130lbs with dark brown hair. She carries an ample 38dd-26-38 figure like a dream. Her latino features only enhance her hour-glass figure. Her naturally dark complexion is wonderfully enhanced by the white blouse of her school uniform. The darkness of her legs actually show through the white stockings worn by all the girls and the pleated red and yellow plaid skirt sits a little higher on her than most due to the nice curve popping out from her big round ass. From her dark hair, past her thick red lips down her monsterous breasts and across her full round ass, she's the type of woman that would drive any man out of his mind. There's no doubt in my mind this girl is the type to give a man everything he could ask for. At every opportunity, her first glance is with a wink, a broad smile and a slight sucle of her lower lip. She knows how to work it and doesn't hide her school-girl flirting. Every male teacher and all the other girls know exactly what she's doing and what she wants. She doesn't have many friends, but the ones she has makes for a very tight knit group. There's around five or six girls that all run together, but Carla's the most sexual out of the group. Two weeks ago is when the flirting escalated to basic voyeurism. I was at the head of the class instructing the students on geography when I noticed a flicker of hair in the corner of my eye. Carla was adjusting her long brown hair. Glancing back, I noticed a far away look in Carla's ebony eyes. I could tell she wasn't paying attention in class. I was about to ask her a question to get her mind back on the class, when I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat. Right there in class, staring straight at me, Carla had her hand up her skirt playing with herself. I could see the folds of her womanhood moving back and forth as her fingers worked their magic. Immediately regaining my composure, I noticed a certain rise coming forth in my pants. Considering I was standing in front of 20 young girls, I decided discretion was the proper method out of this particular situation so I told the girls to study the next chapter, then we'll go over the information near the end of class. I sat back down at my desk, only to be a little closer to Carla. She was two seats back and a row over, not directly in view, but in view none the less. I could see her hand up her skirt, I could sense her pleasure simply by looking at her. All of the girls had their head down, studying the material. All the girls but Carla. Carla would glance at me every once in awhile, stealing a look, picking an opportune moment to suck in the corner of her lower lip, to roll her eyes back in her head. She was thinking of me while she fingered her cunt. She wanted me. As I sat at my desk and watched Carla, my cock became hard as a rock. Just thinking of that sweet ass, those huge tits, her luscious lips sucking my cock as she did her lips. I was going out of my mind. I continued to think about her sweet fat pussy hovering over my face as she rode me, grinding her twat into my face, grasping my hair and slamming my tongue into her clit. My cock was throbbing. If there was any way possible, I would have thrown her on the desk and fucked that little tramp til she begged me to stop. So there I sat. For almost a half hour, thinking of Carla and what I would do to her. Knowing full well I would be fired and how ethically wrong it would be to fuck a student. I just couldn't do it, but damn I wanted to. I sat there long enough pretending to be going over classroom material for the bell to ring for lunch. Advising the students that we would pick up where we left off Monday, I excused the class and went back to my simulated reading. I was so engrossed in not looking up I didn't notice Carla stayed over after the last student left. "Not going to eat lunch Mr. Hill?" she said. I could hardly get the words out of my mouth. Shaking, I spoke "...no, I think I'll sit in here awhile." "It wouldn't have anything to do with the monster hard-on you have would it?". I couldn't believe my ears. She knew. Of course she knew. She was doing this all along. "well, I must say you did have me a little aroused." With a wink and a nasty little sideways smile, she looked at me and said "..if you think that's arousing, you should taste it." I swear I think I came all over myself at that exact instant. She twisted in her patent leather shoes, patted her sweet ass and away she wiggled... jiggled... and walked... right out the door. It was twenty agonizing minutes before I could get up from my desk. I had to concentrate on many other things to get rid of the throbbing hard-on in my pants. Walking out of the classroom, I decided to drop by the teacher's lounge and grab a bag of chips. Just as soon as I rounded the corner, our eyes met. There she was again, waiting for me. I glanced in her direction. I could swear my knees went weak as I slightly stumbled, putting my head down and moving along, rather quickly. I found the teachers lounge and jumped in, escaping the clutches of my young seductress. When I made it inside, the chemistry teacher Tom Brown was already there, engaged in conversation on the phone. After a few moments, Tom got off the phone. Walking out, Tom looked at me to say "..damn John, you look like shit. You should go home." I told him I that's exactly the way I felt and it may be a good idea for me to go home. I called my girlfriend on the phone and explained to her what Carla had done to me. I told her I was coming home early, made arrangements with the Dean to cover my classes, then left for home. It took me about 30 minutes to drive home. I walked through the front door to find my girlfriend Kim standing by the staircase, dressed in a red and yellow plaid skirt, a sheer white blouse, one that you can almost see through, a pair of white stockings with a garter and a pair of patent leather shoes. Her hair, a deep rich brown, normally long and straight, was tied up in two perfectly spun pigtails. I could see her black bra through the unbuttoned shirt. Her buxom cleavage slipping into her blouse, barely hiding her half inch nipples. She approached me while sucking on her finger. She dropped to her knees and unbuckled my pants. Slipping my rock hard cock out of my pants she began to suck it's full length, paying special attention to rubbing my balls with her free hand. Engulfing it's full length, she slightly gagged as the head slid down her throat. She then took both hands and began to gently roll her hands over and over the shaft while letting the head of my 8 inches stick out of her hands. She sucked the head of my cock as she rolled her hands around the stalk, letting it slip through her fingers, lightly flicking the tip of it with her tongue... Now here I am, Kim's on the bed in front of me with her skirt flipped up. She's on her knees, bent over with her head on the pillow looking back at me. Her legs are spread, one of her hands is pulling her thong to the side, the other hand his busily fingering her swollen cunt. she's begging me to ram my stiff dick in her, begging me to fuck her like I want to fuck that girl at school, begging me to treat Kimmy like that little slut in class..... -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+