Troubled Teen wants to graduate
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				Title: <strong>Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>01-03-2008, 01:25:06</strong>
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				The scenario is a simple one.&nbsp; A female student, a senior in high school has been having some difficulties in getting passing grades this year.&nbsp; the reasons will be set into the plot as it developes, but the teachers, counselor, and principal are all trying their best to 'help' her get what she needs to pass, and thereby get a diploma.<br><br><strong>t\The main character: </strong><br><br>Name: Alyssia Kahn&nbsp; <br><br>Age: Just turned 18 at the beginning of the school year<br><br>Appearance:&nbsp; &nbsp;Blond hair a blue almost violet eyed cheerleader type muscular but still curvy, 34c cup bra.&nbsp; <br><br>Personal Characteristics: Very peppy and extremely popular. AN Ok student but her friends have distracted her as of <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;late. <br><br><strong>Other Characters:</strong><br><br><strong>Mr. Kruston:</strong>&nbsp; School Principal. Early 40's, tries really hard to be gruff and staunchy, but has <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;a thing for doing what is right by the students.&nbsp; He has prematuring salt and peper hair, a small well <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;trimmed vandyke beard and mustache, athletic body for a middle aged guy, having been an athletic<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;coach before becoming part of the 'administrative' ellite.&nbsp; If he had his way, the school dress code would <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;be much more lax, since he enjoys seeing the teenagers and how they dress 'after' they leave the school<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; grounds.<br><br>Mr. Smythe:&nbsp; English teacher, in his early thirties, good looking, but not someone that women go <br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;for, too stuffy for most peoples taste.&nbsp; Single<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; School Counselor as well as Senior Class Advisor.&nbsp; Just out of college for two <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; years, at 24 she still has the thought that she can make a difference in some kid's life.&nbsp; Attractive, blond <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; hair, 5'6" tall with a really nice figure and a personallity to match.&nbsp; The teacher that every<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; male student inthe place would like to be 'counseled' by,not to mention the emtire male <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; staff that woud love to 'counsel' her in private.<br><br>Miss Abbernathy:&nbsp; Biology Teacher.&nbsp; Mid thirties, average looking woman with a chip on her <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; shoulder, she'd love to be young and hot again, but it isn't going to be, and she knows it.&nbsp; Very strict <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; with the female students, but not as much with the male ones, figuring they are a loss <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; anyway, since her preferences run to the female, if you catch the drift.<br><br>Mr. Garrett ( AKA Keystroke):&nbsp; Computer sciences teacher.&nbsp; A self proclaimed 'hacker' and&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; computer geek, thougjh not deserving of the titles on either count.&nbsp; Late twenties, good looking, but <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; more intent on trying to impress everyone with his computer knowledge than much anything <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; else.&nbsp; He really enjoys teaching the younger girls how to surf the net, and has been known <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; to do so 'after hours' for those needing some extra credit.<br><br>Mr. Dawson:&nbsp; Art teacher, mid forties, attractive in an 'old' sort of way.&nbsp; Very worldly and <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;knowegable about art, being a portrait artist himself gives him a fair ability to teach art, though he finds <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;it much easier to teach the females than the males, he tries to teach equally and fairly to all <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;his class participants.<br><br>Mother/Father of Main character:&nbsp; Probably only cameo appearances, but will step into the <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;scenario as needed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>01-03-2008, 14:50:06</strong>
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				While sitting in the teacher's lounge enjoying a break from the trials of yet another day here at Lofty Heights High, Mr. Smythe is enjoying his coffee, sitting alone, as usual.&nbsp; He spies Miss Johnston as she moves past the coffee machine and goes straight for the juice and thinks to himself 'No wonder she looks so damned hot, always doing all that healthy stuff when she catches break time.'<br><br>Right behind her in line is Mr. Garrett, as usual talking about all the 'hacker crap' he's done that he is so proud of.&nbsp; 'Keystroke'..what a joke of a nickname.<br><br>As she finishes getting her tray loaded down with a health-food bar and bottle of OJ Miss Johnston looks toward the room for a seat, her glance at the full tables brings her focus to the table of Mr. Smythe and concludes that it wouldn't be so bad, after all she really needed to talk to him anyway about Alyssia.&nbsp; she walks with her normal swaying stride towards the table, all male eyes on the swing of her arse as she crossses the room, but she ignores it, as usual and soon is standing next to an empty seat at his table.<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; "Hi, mind if I sit with you? I need to ask you something."<br><br>Mr Smythe:&nbsp; "Sure, I'm just trying to unwind from the morning, the kids seem really cranked up today."<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; *chuckling* "Yeah, guess it's the big game coming up, or maybe because it's almost spring."<br><br>She takes up a chair next to his, being sure to be close enough to discuss a private matter without any prying ears listening in.&nbsp; As she opens the bottle of OJ and takes a sip she can see that he, like the other male teachers and staff look at her longingly, but never say a word about taking her out, except for Mr. Kruston, the old letch never seems to give up on trying to get her to go out for a drink.<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; "I've got a problem with one of the girls, I'd like some input if you would help me out."<br><br>the meer mention of 'input' from this deliciously hot young woman nearly made him choke on the bluebery muffin he was chewing on.&nbsp; But after some minor choaking sounds that came from within his tightening throat he managed to reply.<br><br>Mr. Smythe:&nbsp; "What's the problem?&nbsp; I've got a ffew girls that don't seem to be coming up to expectations, but I figured it would come up during the eval next month.&nbsp; Which one is ti that you are asking about?"<br><br>She leans in closer, she can smell the muffin, but above that the faint smell of his aftershave, she usually doesn't pay much attention to things like that but it had been quite some time since she and her man-friend had broken up and enjoyed the scent of a masculine figure for a moment before continuing.<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; "Well" almost in a whisper "It's Alyssia Kahn, she has alwys been a great student, but lately her grades aren't doing well.&nbsp; How is she doing in your class?"<br><br>Mr Smythe:&nbsp; "She isn't doing well at all, to tell you the truth.&nbsp; Seems very distracted, don't know what the problem is, but I've had to give her an incomplete on two assignments in the last week."<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; "Hmm, kind of what I thought.&nbsp; I don't know either what the problem might be, but I think we need to nip this in the bud.&nbsp; I'll talk to some of her other teachers and see if she's having trouble in those classes as well.&nbsp; Remember, this is 'confidential', so we can't just discuss this 'anywhere'."<br><br>Mr Smythe:&nbsp; "I totally understand, talk to Mr. Dawson and Miss Abbernathy, I think they both have her in class, I'm sure they could give some input as well"&nbsp; he said in a muted tone with a smile.<br><br>Miss Johnston had already finished her health food bar and drink, leaned back in the chair to stretch out the kinks in her tensed muscles.&nbsp; He couldn't help but notice just how truly wonderful her figure was, her smallish B cup tits seemed so perfectly balanced on her trim torso.&nbsp; He felt a flash of desire cross his mind, but, of course, said nothing.&nbsp; She thanked him for the input and rose to go back to her office and start the task of inquirey about Alyssia.&nbsp; She knew that she neede to meet with all of her teachers, and probably Mr. Kruston as well, not that she really wanted any sort of 'input' from the old fart.<br><br>As she left the teacher's lounge she walked down the hall towards her offfice, saying hellos to the students flowing through them, some in a hurry, some not, but everybody knew her, and everybody had a "hello Miss Johnston" for her.&nbsp; her standard reply came off as very friendly, but professional "good morning John..*or whatever the student at hand happened to be*.&nbsp; She saw Alyssia in the hallway as she got near her office, but avoided her, since she didn't want to patronize her, and certainly wasn't ready to have the inevitable meeting with her in the office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>02-03-2008, 05:02:16</strong>
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				Alyssia would be surrounded by friends, it was understandable because she is such a outgoing person. People would constantly be pressed around her most of the guys would flirt and she would flirt back then push them away. Everyone knows that she didn't have steady boyfriends or girlfriends though she is known for dating both genders and frequently. She is a shoe in for Prom queen and his head cheerleader. She walks to class her friends following untill she gets to the door then only two will follow her in.<br><br>&nbsp;They automatically walk to the back of the room and sit down in the three seats they picked at the begining of the year. No one else in the class would dare to sit in those seats, they knew Alyssia would simply kick them out if they sat there. After she sits down she brings out her cell phone and begins her texting session she has in the back of almost every class. Even when the teacher would walk in she would ignore them and keep txting only stopping if they were doing some sort of project where she would then talk to who ever she was in the group with. This period happend to be English. Mr. Smythe's period. She Smiles up at him as he walks in and then goes back to her phone. 
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				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>02-03-2008, 15:09:39</strong>
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				As Miss Johnston enters the office section of the school she notices Mr. Dawson standing at the teacher's mail boxes, reading over some memo that had been posted for all to read.&nbsp; She looked at him only for a moment and made the decision to ask him about Alyssia's performance in class.&nbsp; As she approached him from behind she cleared her throat with a deep rumble to announce her presence saying "Mr. Dawson, do you have&nbsp; a minute?"<br><br>He turned from the boring document and faced her, lowering it to his side as he said "Sure, this is my free period, what do you need?"&nbsp; He eyed the youthful beauty, much as he had many times before, wishing he could get her to pose for one of his 'private portrait' sessions, he loved art and had immagined her posed for him nude more than once.<br><br>She replied "Ah, good, can you come to my office, I have some questions about one of the students."<br><br>He nodded in agreement and gestured for her to lead the way.&nbsp; He couldn't help but turn his gaze downward as she turned and walk ahead of him, he thought 'she had the sweetest ass in school, except for that one girl in his class, the blond senior, his mind wandered momentarily as he thought of Alyssia, but followed Miss Johnston almost obediently into her office.&nbsp; As she closed the door he took a seat in front of her desk and watched as she walked around it and seated hersefl in the chair behind the wooden piece of furniture that would inevitably block his view of her.<br><br>"Mr. Dawson, you have Alyssia kahn in your class don't you?&nbsp; I'm wanting to know how she is doing."<br><br>"Well, truthfully she seems a bit to involved with her phone to do much in class.&nbsp; She could be a fair artist, but lately it seems that all she wants to do is text on the damned thing.&nbsp; I'd love to just throw it out the window, but then she's not the only one doing it *chuckle*."<br><br>"It seems she is having problems in most of her classes these days, and I'm afraid that if we can't help her to see the difficulties, she'll not be able to graduate."<br><br>"That is more serious than I thought, any idea as to what we can do to help her out?"&nbsp; His thoughts ran to one of artistic pleasures he'd like to 'help' her with, but kept that to himself.<br><br>She leaned forward onto the desk.&nbsp; As she did her button up blouse puckered around the firmness of her breasts and his thoughts turned back to Miss Johnston, he could see that she was more than willing for him to look down her blouse t the fine orbs within.&nbsp; He chastised himself for thinking that he even had a chance with her, much less Alyssia.&nbsp; She broke his train of thought saying "Well, I've got to talk to the other teachers, and then perhpas we can figure out what to do."&nbsp; She looked across the desk at him and giggled softly before saying "Mr. Dawson, the solution isn't down the front of my blouse." and giggled again.<br><br>He abruptly lifted his head, apparently his daydream had been caught, she knew exactly what he was watching and he sputtered "Sorry, couldn't help it, hell you know I'm divorced, you're a very pretty woman and I'm, after all, just a normal guy." he broke into a nervous laugh.<br><br>"That is something we may need to discuss, but not now.&nbsp; first we need to deal with Miss Kahn's problem."<br><br>He rose from the chair, turning quickly to face the door not wanting her to see the slight bulge in his slacks.&nbsp; He mumbled out a farewell and then said "I'll give it some thought, we'll figure out something."<br><br><br>&nbsp;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br><br>As Mr. smythe entered the classroom he noticed Alyssia, sitting in her normal seat 'at the back of the classs' as always.&nbsp; he grumbled to himself thinking that if she would move closer to the front, perhaps she would do better in his class.&nbsp; But, that was a lost cause, it was the pecking order of things in High School for the popular ones to sit wherever they damned well pleased, and for the most part whatever the pleased as well.<br>He was determined to get her attention since the inevitable ending would be her not graduating if she didn't get some credits going.&nbsp; He returned her smile and watched her go back to that damned phone, 'always texting' he thought to himself.<br><br>He moved to the front of the class and dropped his briefcase in it's normal spot by the desk. After looking around taking a menntal attendance of the students and finding that all were present he made a note on the log.&nbsp; he stood up and said "Class, if I may have your attention,today we will be reading from "Hamlet", does anyone know the author?"&nbsp; He stood as the class sat in absolute silence, not that they didn't know, but how dare he ask them a question.&nbsp; As he stood there it rather angered him that not one of them would answer the simple request, so he dedcided to pick out the one person in class that he knew would know the answer and really needed to begin participating.&nbsp; In a somewhat loud commanding voice he said "Miss Kahn... would you be kind enough to answer the question please."
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				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>03-03-2008, 20:05:49</strong>
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				Alyssia frowns as she is called upon. She hasn't been called upon in class since she could remember. She looks up at Mr. Smyth giving him a look that send anyone in her click into tears. She shifts her hip her skirt hitching a little higher on her thigh. <br><br>"I do believe that Hamlet was written by Shakespere."<br><br>Her friends look astonished that Alyssia actually answered the question. She hasn't answerd a teacher in years let alone answered them correctly with out any sass. Alyssia just looks at them and reashures them she is still queen of the school by going back to texting quite easily. She then gets out a slip of paper and writes a note to the friend on her left and passes it to her.&nbsp; Her friend reads the note and starts to laugh a little louder then she should. Alyssia just snickers quietly and goes back to her phone. 
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				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 21:27:07</strong>
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				“Thank You Miss Kahn, as I expected you had the correct answer.”&nbsp; He looked at her for a moment before turning his gaze to the rest of the class.&nbsp; “Has anyone in the room ever read Hamlet?” he asked.&nbsp; Again he got blank expressions from all the students, but noticed that the ones that belonged to the elite group of popular kids glanced to the rear of the room to see if Alyssia would again be bold enough, or willing enough to answer.&nbsp; He notices the note being passed, and even hears the momentary laughter from the student receiving it, but thinks better of trying to make an issue of it.<br><br>Mr Dawson walked into the office and saw Miss Abbernathy at the mail boxes, taking note of the overt stance.&nbsp; Her back my have been faing him but she was such a dominating female, he had trouble warming up to her, but figured he must at least confide in her the problems Alysia was havng in some of her classes, knowing that Mis Johnston wouldn't have had a chance to talk to her yet.<br><br>"Miss Abbernathy, do you have a moment?"<br><br>She turned abruptly and looked to see what 'man' had dared to interupt her thoughts.&nbsp; she saw Mr. Dawson standing there, a nice smile on his al too male features.&nbsp; Even in social gatherings she could barely tollerate being around a man, and since coming out of the closet as a lesbian, usually didn't tollerate them at all.&nbsp; But, since this was obviously a professional conversation, she said "I'm pretty busy, but what is it that you need?'<br><br>He spoke in a low tone so that no one could hear but her "Well Miss Johnston has asked me some questions, and I thought your input might help.&nbsp; One of our mutual students is in danger of not graduating."<br><br>Her eybrows raised in curiousity and asked "Which one?"<br><br>He leaned in to whisper into her ear, which he did so intentionally, knowing that it would make her uneasy, he himself being hetersexual took offense to any woman that prefered someone of the female persuasion.&nbsp; "Alyssia Kahn."<br><br>Her eyes flashed at the mere mention of her student's name, she had long since fantacised about how nice it would be to take that one to the mat, or bed, or floor.&nbsp; A flash of desire crossed her face before she could stop it, so she blurted out "What is the problem?"<br><br>He said "Well, she is having difficulties in several of her classes, and we were wondering if she was doing well or whatever in your class."&nbsp; He backed up a bit, seeing that she was about to become confrontational about his closeness.<br><br>"Hmmm, well, she isn't doing too well, she seems so preoccupied with her phone that she doesn't do much else.&nbsp; Her grades have ben low for the past few weeks, but I thought it was just my class, and that it would pass.&nbsp; Sure3ly we can find a way to get her motivated, just let me know what Miss Johnston comes up with.&nbsp; And, thank you, I'll help however I can, she deserves that much."&nbsp; She pondered what she would like to do to bring sweet Alyssia around, but that had nothing to do with her scholastics, and turned to walk out of the office to make it to her next periods' class.<br><br>Mr. Dawson turned and went to the counselor's door, knowing that she would be alone, not having seen any students waiting in her row of chairs, he knocked. *rap...rap...rap*&nbsp; and heard a voice from within say "just a moment."<br><br>Miss Johnston opened the door about a minute later, looking rather ruffled in his opinion, but it wasn't important.&nbsp; She saw who it was and invited him in, gesturing for him to be seated in the chair in front of the desk.&nbsp; She moved to the desk, but didn't go round it to sit, rather stood in front of it to the side of his seat and leaned against the edge, placing her hands on the surface.&nbsp; She looked at him nervously, wanting to find out what he might need, or what information he might have about Alyssia.<br><br>he could feel the tension eminating from her, seeing the rumpled state of her clothing made him wonder what the heck was going on, but didn't want to accuse her of any impropriety, so simply said "I talked with Miss Abbernathy, she is also having problems with Alyssia, but will do whatever she can to help, once we've figured out the best means to bring her around."<br><br>"Is that it?" she asked.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, just thought you should know I had talked with her about it."&nbsp; As he spoke he heard a strange sound coming from somewhere, almost sounded like it came from under the desk.&nbsp; Surely he was mistaken.&nbsp; He stood up and turned to walk to the door saying his farewells.&nbsp; As his hand grasped the door knob he turned and saw a flash of the top of a head's brown hair cross the rear edge of the desk, bringing random thoughts of Miss Johnstons activities, but said nothing, at least not for now, knowing that if she were indeed having some relations in her office he could use that knowlecge to persuade her to fulfill his fantasy.&nbsp; He turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
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				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 06:21:55</strong>
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				Alyssia just goes back to texting she pays absolutly no attention to the teacher once again.&nbsp; Alyssia looks over at her right at the girl and they both almost bust into loud laughter just barly holding back the snickers. Alyssia sits there crossing and uncrossing her leggs seeming to try to find a comfortable position. She finally settles in he would almost her and her friends are intentially teasing him. They are all playing with the hems of their skirts with one hand and texting with the other. Alyssia's hand may have even dipped under her skirt for a second. He might be immagining it but they are seeming a little more sexual then usual. 
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				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 13:56:10</strong>
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				Mr. Smythe was getting nowhere fast with the class today, it seemed to him that all of the students were acting a bit more odd than usual, but he was intent on actually teaching something to these young minds and began to read.&nbsp; "Hamlet, by William Shakespere, Chapter one...."&nbsp; He continued reading till he had done the first few pages, though 'reading' isn't exactly correct, more a quotation of the text from memory.&nbsp; He could watch as the students reacted, or rather didn't to his recitation, all he could notice was that the girls all seemed particularly frisky today, he even noticed Alyssia as she toyed with the hem of her skirt and slid her hand beneath it for a moment, the timing was meant to be, he was at a break in the text as she did so, his mind wandered to thoughts that should be forbidden, and wished that it indeed was his own digits sliding beneath the skirt, in his mind she was the most desirable woman, one he would love to ravage passionately.&nbsp; He managed to keep his breathing under control and continued to read from the text, ignoring the anx of the students.<br><br>Miss Johnston breathed a sigh of relief as Mr. Dawson left her office, she had been all but caught, and really needed to calm hereself, but being emotionally charged from the trist offered by the student now precariously perched under here desk she walked over and locked the door.&nbsp; After doing so she walked lightly around the desk and sat down in her chair, pulling herself up more near the wooden hiding place of her would be lover and said "You may continue now."&nbsp; The young man so much wanting to please the school counselor gently slid his hands up her thighs, pushing them apart as he slid his hands deftly under her skirt.&nbsp; She grunted out a soft moan as he found the mark and pulled her panties to the side, she knew his anxiousness as his face followed the path and eagerly lapped at her willing petals.&nbsp; She shuddered with delight as he brought her to a quiet quick climax.&nbsp; She pushed her chair back from the desk and bade him to join her, reality setting in to her mind, "this is so wrong" she said with a moaning sigh.&nbsp; The young man smiled, wiping the sweet nectar of her minor orgasm from his face with his sleeve.&nbsp; he wanted to kiss her, but she held him back and said "We can't, it was delicious, but we can't do this again."&nbsp; He pouted, and only hoped that she would again call him to her office for 'counseling' soon.&nbsp; He sat down in the chair opposite her and they went over the particulars of his reported misbehavior in class.&nbsp; "We can dismis this allegation John, it will not become part of your record *pause* if this is the first and last time I need call you to the office."&nbsp; He said "OK, I'll try to behave better, but Miss Johnston, I'd come to your office any day you want me to" with a smile.&nbsp; His dick had shrunk back to a livable appearance as he stood and walked to the door and left.&nbsp; She shuffled through her papers and decided it was time to bite the bullet and talk to Mr. Garrett about Alyssia's performance in his computer sciences class.&nbsp; She got up and walked into the main area of the offices, noting that Mr. Dawson was still there, hoping that he had left and returned, knowing that if not he had seen the student leave.&nbsp; She brushed past him as she walked into the hall.&nbsp; &nbsp;The timing was bad, classes had just let out from 4th period and the halls were again jammed with the throng of students, but she managed to fight her way through and headed for Mr Garrett's classoom, she knew he had the next period free, and wanted to catch him befre he left for the break area.<br><br>She arrived at his doorway just in time, he was opening the door as she stepped to it.&nbsp; His expression was one of being a bit startled, but smiled as the beautiful young counselor stepped up and said "I need to talk to you."&nbsp; His expression changed instantly, wondering what he had been caught in, wondering if one of the female students had filed a complaint, he stammered out "O...K, come on in, we can talk privately in here, I don't have a class for almost an hour."&nbsp; He held the door open for her to go in, turned to join her, locking the door behind him to assure privacy.<br><br>"It's about Alyssia Kahn, how is she doing in class these days?" she asked as they crossed the room towards his desk.&nbsp; He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard her comment and question, knowing that she was not one he had tutored after hours, though he would have liked to tutor her as he had a few other young ladies.&nbsp; &nbsp;His mind pictured Alyssia seated at the computer desk, him standing behind her 'teaching' her how best to surf the miriad of information on the net, in his mind seeing a particularly erotic video as it crossed the screen before her young eyes, his hands on her shoulders plying her to want more than just the video.&nbsp; He snaped back into reality after a few moments and replied "She's not doing too well.&nbsp; It's those cell phones, they're all doing it, but she's the worst. They ought to ban the damned things from school."<br><br>Miss Johnston chuckled at the thought; though a worthy one, it had been tried and with no success.&nbsp; "Well the school board won't allow that, something about personal security, or some such nonsense."&nbsp; She looked at the obviously passionate teacher and thought to herself that he at least was willing to speak his mind.&nbsp; As she lowered her gaze for a moment she could see what he was obviously thinking and said "You have any other ideas about what to do with Alissia's behavior, besides 'tutoring her' like you have the others?"<br><br>He cringed at the statement, knowing that he had not been as secretive somehow as he had thought.&nbsp; The accusation rang in his head.&nbsp; "Well, teaching her that way would at least teach her something, she sure isn't learning anything about computers the way it is."&nbsp; He thought about it for another moment and continued "Well, if I were the conselor, I'd come up with a better plan than having students visit me in my office behind locked doors."&nbsp; The cat was out of the bag, they both knew they held information about the other, but were willing to maintain silence to preserve the status quo.&nbsp; She replied "Well, perhaps having each teacher counsel her in their own way would be productive" with a chuckle and smile as she thought of the tests and such that would be delivered unto the failing student.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 21:23:01</strong>
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				Alyssia keeps running her fingers under her skirt when ever she thinks he is going to look at her. At first she is only going shallow then a bit further back. She looks up from her phone at one of the pauses in his speach and she winks at him. Quickly she goes back to her phone and the girl on her right to her begins to giggle quite loudly. The girl on her left is scribbling madly on a peice of paper and hands it to Alyssia. They are becomming quite bold about the note passing. Alyssia takes the note and bites her lip trying not to scream out with laughter. They now have several of the other students looking at them as they continue their anticts. The girl on the right actually lifts her skirt even higher on her thigh. Alyssia looks at the two girls and puts a finger to her lips trying to get them to settle down a little even as she herself is having a hard time containing her laughter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>07-03-2008, 00:23:07</strong>
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				He watches as the girls continue to giggle their way through class, but continues without mention of the rudeness of it all.&nbsp; Since his ‘reading’ was truly a recitation from memory, he managed to glance up frequently to keep track of the goings on, and saw several times that Alyssia was tracing the line of her leg up under her skirt, he thought it foolish to stop this particular indiscretion since he did indeed enjoy it so.&nbsp; As the bell for the end of the period was about to ring he went through the classroom handing out assignments and gave instructions as he did.&nbsp; “You each have a chapter to study, some chapters have several ‘readers’ some only one or two.&nbsp; I have chosen carefully the ones I’d like each of you to do, so no trading, no excuses, this will be a large percentage of your class grade for the semester.&nbsp; The reading will begin next Monday which gives you three nights and two full days to review them.&nbsp; And before any ask the question; I do not expect you to memorize them, just be prepared to give a well felt reading of them.”&nbsp; As he handed out the last paper with the assigned sections on it, which as it happened by his plan was to Alyssia he looked her in the face and said “I really appreciate that you did answer me, please take this assignment with the same energy as you have for the laughter at hand, your grades need all the help that can be obtained right now.”<br><br>As his voice trailed off the bell rang and he walked back towards his desk, knowing that the assigned tasks would be a battle in the making for all of this class, but responsibility and consequences are something they all needed to learn.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>07-03-2008, 06:03:46</strong>
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				She smiles up at him as he hands her the assignment "Thank you, I will be prepared to read, Mr. Smyth" she says this almost sarcastically but with such a sweet voice that it would be hard to take it as sarcasm. When the bell rings her and her entourage walk out first to the hall where somehow there are already people waiting to join them. They all go to Alyssia's locker and stand there talking while more and more people surround them joining in on the converstations. <br><br>Switching books she moves with the group down the hall towards art class. She pulls her friend Stephany, who was in the last class with her, to the side.<br><br>"Did you see Mr. Smyth watching us, that pervert, I told you he wouldn't say anything if I was one of the ones doing it."<br><br>Stephany laughs enjoying the game as much as Alyssia.<br><br>"I know he totally watched you play with your skirt as much as he watched me and Debbie. I think we should really see how far we can take it....before you know it we will end up having to do somthing like kiss just to get him to yell."<br><br>Alyssia grins.<br><br>"We should deffentally see how far we can take it, test it out in each class and see how far we can go before we get yelled at. It is seinor year and we have been behaving since the begining. It might even improve our grades."<br><br>They laugh together as they walk to Biology, the group following behind them. They wonder how Miss Abbernathy is going to react to their new game. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>08-03-2008, 20:37:19</strong>
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				As he walked to the front of the room he could hear the scurried rush of feet as the students rushed to the door.&nbsp; He hoped that at least Alyssia was sincere in saying she would be ready to read from the works of Shakespeare, but had his doubts as to the outcome.&nbsp; He sighed inwardly and his mind drifted to the show the three girls had put on during class and thought how nice it would be if they simply paid as much attention to studies rather than the games that they play.&nbsp; His mind wandered to the subtle teasing they had provided, hopefully for his enjoyment and he was certainly glad the next 45 minutes was his to do with as he would, he relished the ‘free period’.<br>He gathered his briefcase and headed out to the hall to go to the teacher’s lounge and have a cup of coffee, surely he could relax then and allow his purely physical response to diminish from the teaseing teens.<br><br>As he walked through the crowded hall he could see the throng of students gathered at Alyssia’s locker, they were all so intent on the laughter of whatever they were discussing that they didn’t see him pass but a few feet away.&nbsp; He listened as he heard Alyssia talking to Stephany, catching only a part of the comment “I told you he wouldn't say anything if I was one of the ones doing it."&nbsp; He walked on, wondering, pondering as it were what in the heck was going on.<br>Just the thought of her talking to her friend of him excited him, he knew that before his break was over he would have to relieve his ‘tensions’; he’d go to the privacy of the faculty restroom before returning to class.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>As the bell sounded to start the next class Miss Abernathy stands at the head of the classroom, takes up the attendance sheet and places a checkmark in the boxes of those in attendance.&nbsp; When done, satisfied that there is only one boy not accounted for, and his absence won’t matter anyway, after all he is a good student, even if only a male, he would surely get up to speed on the lessons for today when he returned.&nbsp; She watched with dubious thoughts as Alyssia and Stephany sat in the rear of the room, they seemed to be in a mood today, ‘this will be a tough day’ she thought as her mind recalled that this particularly beautiful young woman was not going to graduate if something didn’t change in a hurry.<br><br>“Class, today we will be discussing the female reproductive system” she said with as much professionalism as she could muster, and heard the rumbling snickers and chuckles come from the male, and some of the female students. “Ahem!&nbsp; Let’s be adult here class, this is an important part of learning about Biology.&nbsp; If you cannot learn about the reproductive nature of male and female homosapiens you’ll not understand the consequences.”&nbsp; She turned and grasped the edge of a drop down chart mounted on top of the chalk board and pulled it down, snapping it into remain down, there for all to see.&nbsp; A series of cat calls came from the male students, groans of disbelief from most of the girls as all could see the full color graphic of a young woman, fully nude, half of the graphic displaying the outer flesh and half showing a cut away view of muscles, tendons, skeletal structure, organs, and yes the internal works of both the breast and vaginal cavity.&nbsp; Several of the girls, the ones not in the popular group she thought, lay their heads down on their desks in embarrassment, the guys all stared in wonder of the sexually illicit picture before them.<br><br>“Now class, can anyone offer up the definition of what this picture depicts?”&nbsp; She thinks better of how she asked the question and rephrases it “I mean to say, can anyone give me the proper names of the reproductive parts shown and the function of each?”<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>As Mr. Smythe entered the lounge he noticed that Mr. Kruston was seated at one of the tables by himself, as usual.&nbsp; Everybody knew he was a good administrator, but drew a hard line on performance for the students and faculty alike.&nbsp; He decide to see if Mr. Kruston had any words of encouragement about Alissia’s problem, so after getting his cup of coffee ahe walked over said “May I join you sir? There’s a student that is having problems and is need of some drastic measures in order to graduate.”<br><br>Mr. Kruston:&nbsp; “Yes, by all means sit.&nbsp; Which of our students is it, pray tell me it isn’t Alyssia Kahn, I ve heard some rumblings that she is having a time with her grades for the past few weeks.”<br><br>Mr. Smythe:&nbsp; “Sorry to say, that is exactly who I was wanting to talk to you about.&nbsp; What have you heard?”<br><br>Mr. Kruston:&nbsp; “Well, not much really.&nbsp; Miss Johnston has told me that it seems as though Alyssia has been spending all her time texting during class, and of course being the most popular girl in the senior class comes with a price, she has to show the rest of them that she is going to do whatever she darn well pleases.”<br><br>Mr. Smythe:&nbsp; “Hmmm, that is pretty much what I’ve seen and heard as well.&nbsp; Too bad the kids can’t just come to school to learn any more, they all seem to feel that consequences don’t exist in life.&nbsp; Any way, do you have any ideas as to what can be done?”<br><br>Mr. Kruston:&nbsp; “If I had my way the cell phones would be locked up during school hours, but the school board won’t back me up and make that ruling.&nbsp; Perhaps we can do an old fashioned ‘intervention’ of sorts.&nbsp; You know, where all of her teachers form a plan to give an extra credit project that would give her enough to at least graduate.”<br><br>Mr. Smythe:&nbsp; “That is an interesting idea, Miss Johnston and I had discussed extra credit ideas briefly, we came to the conclusion that it would have to be done during school hours, but that would make it difficult whith each of us having the workload that we do.”<br><br>Mr. Kruston:&nbsp; “Hmm, yes that is a problem, I could call her to the office, Miss Johnston present of course for obvious reasons, and let her know what we have planned for her.&nbsp; If she indeed wants to graduate she would need to set aside an hour of her personal time before or after hours to get the credits required.&nbsp; What do you think?”<br><br>Mr. Smythe:&nbsp; “Yes, I think that would do, I’ll get with the others and we’ll have a meeting to figure out just what the lessons should be for the extra credit assignments.”<br><br>They both sit back in their chairs and sip from the coffee cups, strangely they both privately have the same thoughts…’I know what I would like to teach Alyssia’, and smile with the wondrous ideas of what could be.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 00:42:29</strong>
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				The girls pay no attention to miss Abbernathy as they are sitting in the back texting. Alyssia nods to Stephany and she crosses her legs so the skirt hikes up a little bit more on her thigh. Stephany does as Alyssia does. As miss Abernathy is talking they are getting settled in, Alyssia is moving into a position where she knows miss Abernathy can see under the desk well enough. She relaxes starting to text with one hand her other laying on her thigh playing with the hem of her skirt not paying attention to what is being said. She probably wouldn't even know that there was a question to be answered if called upon. <br><br>Stepahny would lean over and whisper somthing to Alyssia whispering in her ear and Alyssia laughs pretty loudly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 13:39:16</strong>
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				It is still 5th period as Miss Johnston sits in her office trying to figure out the best action to take with the troubled teen Alissia Kahn.&nbsp; She has talked to each teacher, except for Miss Abbernathy, but she has been apprised of the situation.&nbsp; Mr. Kruston has said that he will mandate special time before or after school for the teachers to give an extra credit tutoring to Alyssia, but the plans must be approved before his meeting with the girl.&nbsp; She begins typing on her keyboard.<br><br>"This is a notice of a 'Special Meeting' in the faculty conference room at 4:00 PM today"&nbsp; The following teachers are required to attend:&nbsp; Mr. Dawson<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; :&nbsp; Mr. Garrett<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; :&nbsp; Mr. Smythe<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; :&nbsp; Miss Abbernathy<br>Please have a tentative plan for the intervention intended to yield the required extra credits."<br><br>The meeting will be conducted by myself in reference to the student we have all visited about today.&nbsp; Mr. Kruston will be present as a representative of the Administration.<br><br>She did not like being vague in the message, but since privacy was, as always, an issue when dealing with students it was necessary.&nbsp; She clicked on the print key and printed out 6 copies, one for each teacher, one for Mr. Kruston, and a file copy to be placed in Alyssia's Behavioral Report File.&nbsp; As they were printing her mind drifted to how naughty she had been with John as her groin began to dampen with the rememberance of his tongue as it delved into her wetness.&nbsp; She ran her hand under the desk and pulled up her skirt, seeking some relief from the need.&nbsp; She moans as she finds the sweet nub and begins to rub it to a swelled excited state and then plunges two fingers into her slippery canal...<br><br>*Knock...Knock...Knock* comes the sounds of someone at her door.&nbsp; She catches her breath and stammers out "Yes....One moment" as she quickly pulls her fingers from herself and straightens her panties.&nbsp; she grabs a tissue as she stands to answer the door, tossing the scent filed paper into the trash as she passes.&nbsp; She walks to the door, unlocks it and finds Mr. Dawson waiting patiently.<br><br>As she opens the door he can't help but wonder what took so long, but smiles at the lovely counselor and brushes past her to enter the office.&nbsp; Her thoughts turn to things other than school and students as she catches a wiff of his cologne, she closes and locks the door.&nbsp; As she turns to the office she finds him standing there in front of her desk with a broad smile on his face, almost naughty in its look.<br><br>Mr. Dawson:&nbsp; "It's time we had a talk."<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; "Oh, I thought we had already talked today, and we will be having a special meet at 4:00."<br><br>Mr. Dawson:&nbsp; "Well, *umm*, this is about something else, something that has come to my attention."<br><br>She squirmed a bit as she heard the words trail from his lips and moved to the front of the desk, leaning against the edge.<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; "Do we have a problem, something that I need to help you with, or what?"<br><br>He is only a foot from her as he takes in the beauty of the counselors physique, her chest is heaving up and down frantically as he continues.<br><br>Mr. Dawson:&nbsp; "I don't think 'WE' have a problem, but it has come to my attention that you are giving students the opportunity to cleanse their records for certain 'favors' in private sessions.&nbsp; Don't panic, I'm just giving you a heads up, and offering to forget what I've witnessed, for, *uhh* some 'considerations'."<br><br>She looks at him startled, his voice is calm, hers on the other hand is shaky as she considers what he has said.&nbsp; She knows that he has the goods on her, she can't get around it, she has been caught and frantically considers the next action.<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; "I guess you have me, *umm* over a barrel Mr. Dawson.&nbsp; Just what kind of 'considerations' is it that you have in mind?"<br><br>She thinks quickly and moves closere to him, know full well what he has in mind.&nbsp; He looks down heer torso and as he speaks his eyes fix on the identifying 'Y' that he wants to be closer to.<br><br>Mr. Dawson:&nbsp; "I don't think there is any doubt that I have caught you at your indiscreet act with John today.&nbsp; I don't think a 'barrel' is what I have you&nbsp; ovr though *chuckle*, but the desk seems to be sturdy enough."<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; "You should be ashamed of yourself.&nbsp; You may have an idea that I have done something wrong, but surely you don't, no couldn't have proof.&nbsp; And now you suggest that we have sex on my desk?"<br><br>Mr. Dawson:&nbsp; "Well, I do have proof, and a sworn statement from John, as well as the other three I know about.&nbsp; Yes, that is exactly what I had in mind, and will keep my mouth shut if we do."<br><br>She is aghast at his apparent proof of her continuous indiscretions with the students, and slides her arse up onto the desk to steady herself.&nbsp; She reaches out to him and grabs his shirt by the shoulder, pulling him close.&nbsp; As he faces her she parts her thighs and pulls him between them, actually excited at the prospect of being fucked by a real man, not a mere boy this time.<br><br>He reaches down and slides her skirt up the front of her thighs exposing the sweet mound he so desires to be joined with.&nbsp; His fingers slide between her thighs and pul the panties to the side and begin to force themselves into her already wet snatch.&nbsp; &nbsp;The smell of her stimulated crotch fills his nostrils as he leans his head back to savor the feel of her pussy on his fingers.&nbsp; She grabs at his waistband, the belt opens, and then the button undone followed by the sound of his zipper being slid down.&nbsp; He groans as she gropes for his manhood within the boxer shorts.&nbsp; She feels it and wraps her hand around his amazingly long phallus and begins stroking the length of it. She cooes with excitement feeling just how thick and long his dick is and pulls at it to be closer to the willingness of her own point of desire.&nbsp; He moves closer as she guides his cock to the brink of her vaginal cavity, feeling the sheer wet pleasure of her opening with the bulbous head of his erect penis.&nbsp; Without any further 'foreplay' he shoves the first four inches of his manhood into the opening and moans quietly at the sensation of her tight hole arond his shaft.&nbsp; She shudders as he penetrates her cavity, and pants a sigh of need as he begins to stroke in and out of her willing cunt.&nbsp; they find a good rythm as he pounds her harder with each stroke, now ramming all seven inches of his engorged cock in and out, sating the needs of both.&nbsp; Her body twitches as she has her first climax, his quivers as he restrains the need to explode his jism into her.&nbsp; she pulls her torso up and whispers into his ear...*ohhh harvey...you're so fucking hot...cum in me...hurry...give it to me baby*&nbsp; He thrusts in and out wildly as her climax continues to surge through her body, he can feel his scrotum tighten in that moment before ejaculation and burries his cock as deeply as he can in her eager hole....*ahhhhh.....ughhhhhh....ummm* he grunts as he shoots several ropes of sweet semen into her.&nbsp; He holds his cock deep within her as his semen and energy both flow from his tensed body, his erection begins to ebb as quickly as it had arrisen.&nbsp; He pulls his male genitals from her with a sound of slippery wetness as it plops down against his leg with a splat.&nbsp; He reaches across her desk and retrieves the box of tissues, pulling out several to clean her sopping pussy and thighs.&nbsp; she cooes as his touch caresses her genitals, his cock still dripping her nectar to the floor below.&nbsp; They finish the clean up needed and redress.<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; "Harvey...I mean Mr. Dawson...thank you for your discretion on the other matter&nbsp; *giggle*, it seems that we have something in common now.&nbsp; don't forget the meeting at 4:00."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 02:52:04</strong>
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				Alyssia presses her hand under her skirt with one hand while texting with the other. They both start to really get into it and start whispering in tones that can be heard and not understood. Alyssia raises her skirt her panties just showing then disapearing as she plays with her skirt bottom. They continue the entire class untill finally the bell rings and they leave quickly so not to be talked to. The group is formed once again and they head down the hall. Alyssia gets to her next class Art thankful that the day is almost over. They never even start to sketch they sit close and touch eachothers arms and whisper almost the whole class. The last class of the day is computers, Alyssia and her group leave the school deciding to just skip the last class. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 11:27:32</strong>
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				After the fucking she had just gotten Mis Johnston was still shaking as she stuffed the memos into envelopes to place in the teachers boxes out in the main room.&nbsp; her nerves were jangled, but slowly calmed after Mr. Dawson had left her to take care of business.&nbsp; she had given him his copy as he left, but still had the other three to deal with, and did so, gathering her composure as she carried them to the mail distribution boxes.<br><br>Just after 5th hour had ended she was standijng at the reception desk talking with the young woman that took care of the scheduling of student conferences and such as she spied Miss Abbernathy enter the room.&nbsp; She looked at her as the teacher snatched the envelope that had just been left for her, opened it and quickly read its contents.&nbsp; she turned and walked over to Mis Johnston and said "We've got to talk" in a demanding tone.&nbsp; Miss Johnston said "OK, let's go to my office."<br><br>As they entered she closed her office door and prompted Miss Abgernathy to have a seat, obviously worked up about something, she hoped not the after hours meeting that had been called, the teacher could be such a bitch at times.<br><br>Miss Abbernathy: "You wouldn't believe the games those girls are playing now" she ranted.&nbsp; "They are actually playing with their thighs and probably even pussies in class.&nbsp; I was trying to teach about the female reproductive system and they seemsed to want everybody in class to see their own sweet holes.&nbsp; I couldn't even concentrate on teaching it was so bad."<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; "Now , now, it couldn't have been that bad, calm down Jane."&nbsp; She hated using her first name, not ever wanting to be that familiar with the uncloseted 'queen' of the school, but felt it was the only way to get her to quiet down and just talk about what really happened.<br><br>Miss Abbernathy:&nbsp; "Well, in y day a student would have been expelled for that kind of flaunting activity.&nbsp; I mean, the two of them were all but trying to show me their pussies, I could see Alysia's panties and everything."&nbsp; At that she broke down and sobbed with the frustration of it all, her head leaned down ont her hands.<br><br>Miss Johnston not knowing exactly what to do for the frustrated teacher wnet around the desk and put her hands on the shoulders of the sobbing teacher, messaging them gently, and said "It will be OK, we're going to plan our intervention for Alyssia today at 4:00.&nbsp; Use this bit of playful teenage anx as your motivation to best determine the action you would like to take to bring her around."&nbsp; As she messaged Jane's shoulders she calmed down and leaned back to feel the touch of the conselor's fingers caress her tight muscles.<br><br>Miss Abbernathy:&nbsp; "OK then, I'll use her own devious antics to show her just how to get what is coming to her.&nbsp; I'll be there at 4:00."<br><br>With that said, she wiped the tears from her cheeks, stood up and went out the door as the bell for 6th hour rang loudly in the halls.&nbsp; Mis Johnston sat down and started preparing the forms for filling out the plans of 'intervention'.<br><br>As the class came in to Mr. Dawson's room he took attendance one by one for each student present.&nbsp; Wen all that were coming had entered he noted that Alyssia and her friend Stephamy were both absent, and grumbled to himself with the disappointment.&nbsp; He was feeling pretty frisky about now, lighter in the aftermath of his pleasurable trip to Emily's office, and confident that it was not the last of her he would be able to have pleasure with.&nbsp; As he became certain that all who would be there hadshown up he asked the class to read from the "History of Art" beginning with the section on Van Gough.&nbsp; As the class pulled out the large text he picked up the phone and dialed the office.&nbsp; "May I speak with Miss Johnston please? he asked the receptionist.&nbsp; The phone rang twice and Emily's sweet voice said "May I help you?"&nbsp; He chuckled inwardly, thinking of how he'd love to have her help him again so soon, but said "We have a problem, she's cut&nbsp; my class, I guess, she's not here anyway, and her friend Stephany is gone as well."&nbsp; Miss Johnston calmly says "We'll deal with that at the meeting today, OK?"&nbsp; He grumbled out an "OK, we'll have to figure this out pretty soon, so, yes, I'll se you at the meeting." and hung up.<br><br>the rest of the class went smoothly, better for the absense really, not nearly the distraction of the two teens intent of disupting the entire school, or at least the faculty part anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>11-03-2008, 20:24:03</strong>
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				Alyssia and her friends go to the mall. They really just didn't want to go to class any more today. Alyssia and Stephany continue to laugh and joke on how worked up they got Miss Abernathy. They can't beleive the woman didn't kick them out of class or anything. They start to plan the next day what they will bring and do in their classes. They buy the materials they are going to need for the next day and plan to meet before school the next day and finalise their devient plans. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>16-03-2008, 03:43:31</strong>
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				The plans had been set, the meeting was to begin at 4:00 PM, Miss Johnston had made sure that each of the notices were delivered and received.&nbsp; At 3:50 she walked to the conference room, hoping that a solution to Alyssia’s problem could be found, the interventions must be drastic, the young student was on a catastrophic path of not getting to graduate, and it seemed to be getting worse.<br><br>She sat down at the large table after setting out the bottled water and some cookies she had brought from the cafeteria and waited for the others to arrive.&nbsp; One by one they entered the room, first was Mr. Kruston, the principal and mediator of the meeting.&nbsp; He looked over at the counselor with a smile and said “You’re early; I thought I’d be the first one here.”&nbsp; She chuckled, and replied “Well, I did call the meeting, after all.”&nbsp; He sat down in the chair beside his coworker and took one of the bottles of water, twisted it open and looked over at her with a slight smile on his face and said “Thanks for thinking of bringing a drink; this could be a long meeting.”&nbsp; She simply nodded rather than to reply, as she noticed his gaze drop to her waist, or perhaps to the finery below; she crossed her leg over the other to conceal the still evident scent of her having had sex only an hour ago.<br><br>The moment, thank goodness was interrupted as Miss Abbernathy walked into the room in a hurried state.&nbsp; “Am I late?” she blurted out.<br><br>“No, we’re not all gathered yet, so, have a seat and relax for a moment Jane.&nbsp; I know you’ve had a difficult day” Miss Johnston said in a calm professional voice.&nbsp; Jane did indeed sit down, taking a cookie and bottle of water to set in front of her seat a couple of seats away from the two already present.&nbsp; &nbsp;She began shuffling through the papers she had brought, setting them in three stacks before her.<br><br>Mr. Dawson came in next, sauntering in casually, taking in the scene of the table, and moved to join the three, being sure to sit between Miss Abbernathy and Miss Johnston.&nbsp; He nodded towards the Principal and said “Sorry I’m running late” as he looked at his watch.&nbsp; Mr. Kruston chimed in “You’re not late it s only 3:56, you have several minutes to spare” with a chuckle.<br><br>As the echo of his voice trailed from his lips the other tow entered the room together, already discussing the problematic young lady in hidden whispers.&nbsp; They each took a seat opposite the other two teachers, putting Miss Johnston and Mr. Kruston in the middle of them, as it should be.<br><br>Miss Johnston stood up and started the meeting.&nbsp; “I want to thank each of you for coming today, as you know we have a student that is in desperate need of some help.”&nbsp; She walked to the door as she spike and closed it for the sake of privacy, and as she turned back to the table noticed that all eyes were glued on her in an interested fixed stare.&nbsp; She pulled herself up to have the nerve to continue, wondering if her clothes had fallen off or something, but didn’t dare look to check.<br>She returned to her chair and continued while still standing “This will be an informal gathering rather than an actual meeting of formal compliance.&nbsp; We don’t have any need to follow Robert’s Rules of Structure, so feel free to chime in if you have anything to say.&nbsp; All I ask is that we each give consideration to whoever is talking at the time.”&nbsp; They all nodded in agreement to the structure of the intervention discussion.<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; “We all know why we are here, Alyssia Kahn is having some kind of difficulty, and really needs us to intervene somehow to get her the credits she needs to graduate, it has been decided that we can each take part in this, in whatever way felt best for that particular subject.&nbsp; Who would like to begin?”<br><br>They all looked around at each other and with a nod of approval Mr. Garrett began.&nbsp; “I think she spends way too much time on the cell phone texting god only knows who, or about what.&nbsp; Is there any way we can do anything about that?”<br><br>Mr. Kruston:&nbsp; “No, in fact there is not.&nbsp; The school board has looked at the issues, and feels that they cannot allow us to refuse the students to have and/or use them, in the name of emergency communication, especially in light of all the school shootings that have occurred over the past year or so.”<br><br>Miss Abbernathy: “Well, I for one think she should be expelled after today’s activities.&nbsp; It wasn’t bad enough when she was ignoring the lesson and texting constantly, but today was just way past the line of permissiveness for me.”<br><br>The other teachers looked at her dumbfounded by what she was saying, since most of them weren't privy to the new tricks that Alyssia and her friends were up to.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>So, she continued “She was all but playing with herself in class today!&nbsp; It was totally inappropriate.&nbsp; I was trying to teach about the female reproductive system and she was flashing her panties at me like mad, playing with her thighs and all, it was too much.”<br><br>This certainly got the attention of all the parties at the table, each having secret desires as to how they would love to do things with Miss Alyssia Kahn.&nbsp; Even Miss Abbernathy at having said the words fantasized about how she’d just love to have Alyssia for a night. and all of the male teachers and staff were of the same mind.<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; “I know you all feel the need for her to graduate, so let’s keep this productive, rather than a bitch fest of her wrong doings and figure out what extra credit ideas we have from the ones who will have to tutor her or whatever.”<br><br>Mr. Kruston:&nbsp; “Well said, we don’t need to hear all of the horror stories, let’s just get the task at hand done; I’ll call her to my office in the morning and review with her the extra credit programs you outline for me today.”<br><br>Mr. Smythe:&nbsp; “Well, I think, for my part, that she should need to review a story for extra credit, I wouldn’t care what story it was, or even what kind, she is 18 and can choose for herself, and then do a reading or recitation from it and a review.&nbsp; Hell, I wouldn’t care if it were an erotic story, all the students in her class are of age, and could be afforded the opportunity if it were not one they would care to listen to.”<br><br>Miss Abbernathy:&nbsp; “Hmm, interesting that you should say that.&nbsp; Indeed all of the students in her hour in my class are of age as well.&nbsp; Since she has a fun time of showing off her self in class, she should have to give a visual aid demonstration of the human female parts.&nbsp; Perhaps that would shock her into not being so bold in the future.”<br>Several eyebrows raised as Miss Abbernathy made her statement, but no one made any comment in the negative of it, rather they all seemed to take it to heart and contemplated what they could say to refute the plan.<br><br>Mr. Garrett:&nbsp; “In light of that suggestion, how about if I task her to do internets research of promiscuity in High School settings?&nbsp; I can oversee it and guide her to learn the ways to best find the knowledge of the subject, and give her the option of discussing it for the class, or give a private report to me” His thoughts went to the best of the porn sites he knew of, and how he had loved to take other girls down that road, and would really like to see Allysia’s response to them.<br><br>Mr. Dawson:&nbsp; After sitting quietly contemplating what each teacher had said, and daydreaming of the wonderful thighs of Miss Johnston next to his own he finally made a comment of his own. “Well I hear that you all are indeed planning to do wonderful things for *and to himself thought: TO* Miss Kahn.&nbsp; So in keeping with the plans so far, I think that my task for the young woman is to have her either do or pose for a piece of art.&nbsp; I have been tutoring two young students recently, both of age, of course, that could use a model, if she is wiling.&nbsp; Learning how to pose is a creditable lesson for any artist to learn and I would be willing to oversee the sessions myself to be sure that they went as planned.”&nbsp; His thoughts drifted off to the possibilities of having Alyssia pose for him privately, she made the attractive Miss Johnston seem and old hag.<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; “Well, you all seem to have some fair ideas, though some a bit off color for a high school student.&nbsp; But given the dire need, I don’t have a problem with any of the suggestions.&nbsp; I will of course be guided by the administrator’s view, but happy to aid in overseeing the proper conduct for each session with Alyssia.”<br><br>Mr. Kruston:&nbsp; “Hmm, I can see that each of you has given some thought to these ideas, and as Miss Johnston has said, some are a bit out of the norm, but worthy for the extra credit, so long as Alyssia will go along with them.&nbsp; I’ll prepare a consent form for each teacher’s release of responsibility, and her consent, of course.&nbsp; We certainly don’t need to be sued over trying to help the girl out.” *chuckle* “I will have a message for her to be in my office during first hour tomorrow, Miss Johnston; you need to be there as well.”<br><br>Miss Johnston:&nbsp; “Well I guess the plans are made, I hope all goes smoothly, I’ll advise you of the outcome of the meeting with Miss Kahn tomorrow, and we can begin on Monday.&nbsp; Thank you all for coming, I know in the long run, Alyssia will appreciate all you will do for her.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>16-03-2008, 05:39:30</strong>
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				Alyssia walks into the school the next morning Stephany by her side and her group walking behind the two girls. Alyssia is wearing a tank top that is showing way too much cleavage, and a skirt that is a full two inches above her knee. Her heals click on the floor as she walks towards her locker, the guys behind her are practically drooling as she walks past them. She has a bag with her filled with the things her and Stephany bought yesterday. She walks to her locker and they all stand around her as usual. Alyssia ponders how the teachers are going to act today. She seems to look like she is on top of the world and nothing can touch her at this moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>17-03-2008, 03:28:23</strong>
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				Just as the bell rings for first period, the PA system makes its normal squalling echo though the halls.&nbsp; the announcement is a brief one "there will be notices for all of the students neding conseling during first period as to the itmes of meetings with Miss Johnston.&nbsp; these notices are mandatory to follow, and no excuses will be permitted."<br><br>The note for Alyssia had been delived to her class, in a sealed envelope as to the need of a session with the school counselor at 9:15...today.&nbsp; Since first hour starts promptly at 9:00 AM, that would not allow much, if any, time for Alyssia to come up with a reason not to attend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>17-03-2008, 03:57:41</strong>
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				Alyssia looks to Stephany sighing as she reads the note to her. Stephany nods knowing the games were to be on hold. Alyssia wonders if this has anything to do with the things that her and Stephany have been doing. She dismisses it thinking that they only started the game a couple days ago so there could be no way that miss Johnson would want to talk to her about it already. She moves the bag of goodies over to Stephany so she doesn't have to take it with her. That would be just great if the counslor saw what was in there, she would recomend that she go into sexual therapy. <br><br>The clock ticks the minutes by and at 9:13 she walks up to the front of the class asking to be excused for her meeting with Miss. Johnson. She walks down the hall taking her time. She is in no hurry to get to the counslors office. She stops and listens at the teachers lounge for a few seconds, wondering what the teachers who didn't have a first period were doing. She has always suspected they are not entirely innocent when they arn't in class. Of course after having her in a class they may find themselves wanting some tension release. She chuckles to her self as she continues down the hall, finally knocking on Miss Johnson's door at 9:19. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>20-03-2008, 12:46:58</strong>
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				As Mr. Kruston and Miss Johnston wait for Alyssia to arrive, he nervously watches his wrist watch, his frown obvious, and his concern taking a toll on his patience.&nbsp; He sits there behind the desk, and Miss Johnston sits anxiously in one of the two chairs pulled up at angles in front of it.&nbsp; They both breathe a sigh of relief as they hear a knock on the door, the principal looks at his watch again, only 9:19, and thinks to himself ‘at least she is here, even if late.’&nbsp; &nbsp;Miss Johnston stands and walks to the door to open it, indeed Alyssia is standing there waiting for the meeting, seemingly so innocent by appearance, but the two staff members know a much different story.<br><br>“Come in Alyssia, we’ve been waiting for you, please, have a seat” Miss Johnston says in a warm professional tone as she gestures for her to take a chair in front of the desk.&nbsp; Alyssia seems to pause at the presence of Mr. Kruston in a counseling meeting, so she continues by saying “We thought it best to have us both here, we really need to find out how we can help you.”&nbsp; She then goes to sit in the chair she had just arisen from.<br><br>Mr. Kruston speaks up saying “Miss Kahn, I’m only here because so many of your teachers have expressed their concern for your grades, and some of the behavior you been demonstrating.&nbsp; Miss Johnston is right when she says that we are here to help, if you’ll let us.Please, have a seat, we'll discuss the options available to you, and some of the plans for extra carricular activities the teachers have come up with so that you'll be able to graduate with your class."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>21-03-2008, 06:42:54</strong>
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				Alyssia walks in sitting down folding her hands on her knees as she looks over the two adult figures. She wonders why they would really wanting to be helping her, she figured she was pulling ok grades, she didn't really pay attention so when they told her she needs extra credit to graduate her eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. Frowning she looks over their faces as they speak to her, totally behaving as they talk. She figures that they would get extremely mad if she tried anything while they were talking to her about helping her out. <br><br>"I will do what they ask me for extra credit to graduate on time. I didn't realise that my grades had dropped so low that I needed to have special assignments for graduation."<br><br>She seems a bit worried, she has been torturing the teachers for a while and they might want to do to her what she has been teasing them about. Although she doesn't think some of the lessons she could teach them would be that bad. She has to keep a grin from appearing on her face as they talk to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>23-03-2008, 00:10:32</strong>
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				Mr. Kruston watches as she seats herself in the chair across the desk from her.&nbsp; He catches a glance of her wonderful legs as she does so, and feels the wondrous urges of pleasure cross his flesh, certainly glad that he is seated behind the desk with the surge of blood as it begins to fill his man tool.&nbsp; He scoots up closer to the desk and replies to her comment.&nbsp; <br><br>“Well Miss Kahn, apparently there are a number of assignments in some classes that haven’t been turned in, so received an incomplete.&nbsp; But with the extra credit assignments you should have no difficulty in getting to the podium with your classmates, so long as we don’t get too many other reports of questionable conduct in class.”<br><br>He is relieved to feel the hardness of his male parts ebb, and sits backing the chair, his hands resting easily in his lap. <br><br>“I’ll let Miss Johnston go over the plans that the teachers have come up with, some are very creative, which I think you’ll enjoy wholeheartedly, but please remember, these are strictly voluntary, and you can decline any one or all of them if you choose to.”<br><br>Miss Johnston has been sitting in a relaxed position, though in truth she is anything but at ease at the information she must deliver.&nbsp; She has thought long of just how much of the extra curricular plans she should divulge at this point, and opts for the simplistic overview rather than go into details.<br><br>“Alyssia, I know this all seems so out of the blue to you; I’m sure you have thought that your grades were doing just fine, but unfortunately you are failing three classes, and have a D in&nbsp; a forth, the other two are, however doing well with a B in one and a C in the other.&nbsp; We’re going to get you all you need to get your average up enough to walk across the platform in a few short weeks.”<br><br>She looks into the young girl’s eyes, and then at her very manner as she sits quietly taking in the information, seeming so innocent of any misdeed or misconduct at this moment it is hard to believe that this is going to have to be the way of bringing her around.<br><br>“OK, to begin with, Miss Abbernathy is rather upset that not only have your grades dropped below an acceptable level, but that your behavior has become quite *um&nbsp; ah&nbsp; umm* distracting for her and the rest of the class.&nbsp; In keeping with that she’d like you to do an assignment on the human anatomy, perhaps even the reproductive habits thereof.&nbsp; As Mr. Kruston has said, this is voluntary, but would give you enough credits to pass with a competent grade.&nbsp; She will give you all of the details herself if you’re willing.”<br><br>Miss Johnston is a bit flushed at having passed the first hurdle in the list of possible extra curricular activities….uh that is assignments.<br><br>“Mr. Smythe has expressed that you have a great talent for recall of stories that are presented to you, but he as well has expressed some concern as to the nature of your flaunting your sexuality in class.&nbsp; In keeping with that he has decided to let you read a story, of any type you wish, even if it is considered highly sexual in nature, thinking that you may be more willing to complete the assignment if you’re actually interested in the subject.&nbsp; After reading it you will need to read or recite a detailed account of the story for the class.&nbsp; The members of the class that do not wish to hear such a recitation would of curse be allowed to go to study hall during it.&nbsp; That is if it is of explicit nature, of course.”<br><br>She raises her head back up from the lowered level of her gaze during the difficult instructions and watches for a reaction to what she has said so far.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>23-03-2008, 01:02:40</strong>
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				Alyssia sits there and listens to the perposal. A smile crosses her face as they talk about her little games that she plays. It may have gotten her in trouble but atleast she now knew that the teachers were actually watching. She was honestly thinking that they just compleatly ignored her all of the time. She thinks of giving a sexual demonstration infront of her class mates. She thinks Miss. Abernathy may want to punish her or shame her in some way but little does Miss. Abernathy know that she has no shame of her sexuality. <br><br>"I am sure what ever assignments that the teachers come up with for me, I will be fine with. I will make sure to keep my behavior under control. I didn't know anything I was doing was upsetting any of the teachers. They have never once said anything to me about my behavior."<br><br>She keeps her voice soft sounding a bit innocent her hand setting on her knee she toys with the hem of her skirt absentmindedly. Not even to seem to notice what she is doing. <br><br>She looks at Miss. Johnston smiling almost innocent like, not as if she is making light of the situation, she smiles in a kind way. <br><br>"I can find some stories to read."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>24-03-2008, 13:51:07</strong>
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				Miss Johnston watches and listens as Alyssia responds to the brief, thought not accurate assignments for extra credit with a friendly smile on her face.&nbsp; Not one of laughter or sinister purpose, but a truly sincere smile at the young woman’s willingness to participate.&nbsp; Mr. Kruston also listens intently, his expression if one of blank inspiration, all he can think about is how nice it would be if he too could task the beautiful girl with some extra ‘credit’, his eyes roved along the line of her torso and across her athletic legs as his mind wandered.&nbsp; He made sure to not be noticed though, he could be in big trouble for even daydreaming about such fantasies.<br><br>Miss Johnston replied “Alyssia, I’m so glad to hear that you are willing to do what it will take to graduate; I knew somehow that you would.&nbsp; As to the other two teachers that will need you to complete extra credit assignments; Mr. Garrett has a computer task that he wants you to complete that will require you to work directly with him to do.&nbsp; It would be either here at the school, or in his home, your choice of course, as it could take you to parts of the internet that you may have never seen, but the task will teach you the process of search and discovery, or so he assures us.”&nbsp; She pauses&nbsp; to catch her breath and watch the expression of the student, and then continues.&nbsp; “Lastly is Mr. Dawson’s class.&nbsp; He seems to think that you are very capable with the arts he has been teaching, but that you need some motivation&nbsp; to learn more.&nbsp; So, at your choice, you may either pose for or create a piece of art for your assignment.&nbsp; If you choose to create a piece, he has a couple of students that are of legal age and willing to pose however you’d like them to, or if your preference is to pose for the art piece, either the two students or Mr. Dawson will do the actual art.&nbsp; He feels that even if you are simply posing, you will learn from the task as to how art is created.&nbsp; So, he has left that decision up to you.”&nbsp; She sits and waits for a response as to the balance of the tasks Alyssia will be assigned to accomplish, hoping that she’ll be willing to them as well, and adds “If there are any problems, I want you to come directly to me, or even call me at home if needed.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>24-03-2008, 21:40:04</strong>
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				Alyssia keeps listening intently. Looking at Miss Johnston as she continues to play with the hem of her skirt infront of Mr. Kruston she isn't even thinking about it as she does it. Her mind turns over the extra cedit asignments and inwardly she thinks about how much trouble she is going to end up causing these teachers, if they didn't want to just pass her then she would do all of the extra assignments allright. Then she would play her own game back with them, and if she didn't pass her then she would expose their tatics. <br><br>"If I have any problem at all I will call you Miss. Johnston"<br><br>She places her hand on hers and looks at her eyes sincerely. <br><br>"I am sure that I can handle the extra credit though, I am sure that it will all be over soon enough and I will be out of all your hair."<br><br>She flashes her white toothy smile as she looks over the counclors face. If Alyssia has her way she may even get the counclor involved before she ends up leaving this school forever. The wheels in her head silently begin to turn, she thinks to her self how much fun this is going to be and how much it will prepare her for her college years. <br><br>"I should be getting back to class now. You can give all my teachers the go ahead to schedual all the assignments. I just need to know the day before so I can mentally prepare for the asignments."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>25-03-2008, 11:28:52</strong>
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				Alyssia's seemingly nervous habit of playing with the hem of her skirt doesn't go unnoticed by Miss Johnston, and certainly not by Mr. Kruston, but they both listen as the teen talks; Miss Johnston with keen intent on each word trying to determine the sincerity, and his thoughts preoccupide with the desire to see more of her antics, actually a bit more of those lusious thighs.<br><br>Miss Johnston finds the words to reply and says "It isn't about getting you out of our hair, Alyssia, it is all about getting you to know the things you need to for college, or life.&nbsp; I, *umm*, no, we will do whatever we can to help you through this, and I'll make myself available to you day or night, don't hesitate to call on me."<br>She pauses for a moment and then continues "Yes, we should let you get back to class, I'll advise the teachers of your willingness to do the extra credit assignments, I did mention that some of them will need to be after hours, didn't I?&nbsp; You'll need to sign this consent/release form."&nbsp; As she says the final words she slips a piece of paper in front of Alyssa on the desk and lays a pen on it.&nbsp; A smile crosses her face, relieved that the ordeal of the meeting was coming to an end, for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>25-03-2008, 22:35:11</strong>
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				Alyssia sighs as they act as if they really wanted her to prepare for her college education. They would prepare her all right, and she would leave them dreams for the next ten years of their lives. There wouldn’t be a day when one of them wouldn’t think of her antics and things that she did or tried to get away with. She smiles at miss Johnston patting her hand again. <br><br>“I appreciate the time and effort to help prepare me for college. I am sure that the lessons I learn here will be taken with me once I graduate. Although you have to be a bit truthful, some of the teachers here really want me to graduate so they never have to see me again. I am not as clueless as you think Miss. Johnston. “<br><br>She smiles as she leans over the desk, her tank top showing the top of her cleavage just a little bit better. She takes the pen as she reads the consent form, and her fingers roll the pen back and forth slightly moving along it. If she hadn’t already been placing her self in a highly sexual position it might just look normal. She takes a couple minutes then she sets the pen to the paper and signs the consent form. <br><br>“There we go”<br><br>They can hear that the bell rings signaling that the first period has ended and it is now time for second period to start. She gets up and shakes Mr. Kruston’s hand, then she shakes Miss. Johnston’s hand. She then stands up and starts to walk out the door. <br><br>“Thank you both once again.”<br><br>She flashes that smile at both of them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>26-03-2008, 12:26:55</strong>
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				Miss Johnston watched as Alyssia leaned over the desk to sign the form that would relieve the school from liabilities should any of the teachers get too carried away with the freedom of assigning her just about any naughty task they had a mind to, knowing full well the mind of them and what had been suggested at the meeting the day before. Her mind raced at the improbability of the student knowing what was in store for her, but realized that Alyssia probably had some plans of her own, and couldn’t wait to see just how everything played out.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes drifted to the ample bust line and smooth youthful thighs of the teen as her skirt rode ever higher while she signed the form. As the pen left her hand Miss Johnston looked up and saw that Mr. Kruston’s focus was obviously on the silky smooth area of Alyssias cleavage, he was damned near drooling, but then she knew his mind had been led to those thoughts of pleasuring Alyssia by the student herself, and had to chuckle inwardly at the irony of who was in charge; the principal? counselor? teachers? Or indeed the student?<br><br>She stood as Alyssia did and watched the handshake and then returned the one offered by Alyssia in as friendly a manner as she could without being too overt about the touch of the youthful hand.&nbsp; Though Miss Johnston had no visions of she and Alyssia being anything but what they truly were as student and Counselor, all the talk and thoughts of the sexually provocative teen had her a bit on the horny side.&nbsp; As the girl began to walk to the door she listened and then returned the smile saying “I’ll let the teachers know that you’re willing to work at the extra credit assignments.”<br><br>As the door closed Mr. Kruston got up and thanked the school counselor for her work at helping the students with all of their problems.&nbsp; He looked at the young beauty as he had many times before and sighed, knowing that there was no way he’d ever get to touch her, though in his current state of overloaded testosterone he’d love to just throw her across the desk and ram his manhood into her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He stepped from around the desk and walked up to her, extended his hand for a handshake in preparation to leave.&nbsp; As she took his hand in hers he felt a charge of electricity and couldn’t help himself, drawing her in to a hug.&nbsp; Though she really didn’t like being hugged by the old fart, she was willing and wrapped her arms around him in return.&nbsp; She could hear the uneven breaths that came from him and feel the protrusion of his swelling tool against her lower abdomen, but broke off the hug and turned, opening the door for him.&nbsp; “I’ll let you know how everything is going as the assignments progress sir” she said politely.&nbsp; He looked again at her, groaned inwardly, and departed, so wrapped up in his thoughts of all of it not even realizing how embarrassed he should be at his obvious erection. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>26-03-2008, 21:55:39</strong>
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				Alyssia goes to her locker acting as though nothing happened in the meeting. The wheels in her head are turning. Stephany comes, brings Alyssia’s backpack, and hands it to her. Alyssia moves taking Stephany into the restroom with her brushing off everyone else. She locks the two in there by themselves.<br><br>“Ok so this is what is going on, I am almost not going to graduate unless I do some extra credit assignments. Because of our little game they all want to do sexual extra credit. I have a feeling I will be nailing more then one of our teaches.”<br><br>Stephany opens her mouth looking horrified at what Alyssia has just told her. Alyssia interrupts her before she can express her concerns.<br><br>“Don’t look at me like that you knew it was inevitable. So while I am doing this extra credit stuff you need to keep it on the down low that I am doing this to graduate, instead you make it seem like it was my idea do the things that I am going to do in class. Just another step in the game got it?”<br><br>Alyssia looks in Stephany’s eyes making sure she knows what she is talking about.<br><br>“I will make it seem like your idea, I get why you don’t want anyone to know that they are asking you to do this. Plus it will leave you a legend around here. You will be known as the girl who got away with it all.”<br><br>Alyssia grins and tilts Stephany’s chin up and kisses her full on the lips. Stephany kisses her back her hand running along Alyssia’s arm. Alyssia pulls back and grins. <br><br>“Let the wheels be set in motion. I want the upper classmen buzzing about these things I got permission to do in class ok?”<br><br>Stephany nods wishing that the kiss would lead to better things, but she knew that Alyssia would get around to her in time. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>30-03-2008, 01:15:13</strong>
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				Mr. Garrett looks up from his terminal monitor as the bell rings for second period to begin, he notices that his problem child of a student is just walking in, and can’t help but notice the backpack slung across her shoulder, rather curious for a young lady that never carried a book in her life he thinks to himself.&nbsp; He calls the class to order and calls out the roll, and finds that for once all are in attendance.&nbsp; Though he hasn’t received any formal notice of the extra credit assignments being approved, he looks at Alyssia through a different perspective than he would have the day before; he knew that if all went well he would have her begging for some action after watching the porn he had in mind for her to bring up on the screen.<br><br>Class went more smoothly than most lately, even Stephany and Alyssia seemed to be behaving better than usual, though their antics could be very distracting at times, at least the constant texting wasn’t as annoying as usual.&nbsp; He did take note that there was something afoot though, almost like the calm before a storm.<br><br>As the class came to an end he made sure he was near the back of the room, he wanted to see if there would be any comment about the extra credit assignment yet, figuring that they would not begin until Monday, but he hoped that he could dive right in with the lovely teen, and diving in was what truly held his thoughts as he looked at her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>31-03-2008, 00:09:12</strong>
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				Alyssia contemplates her position all during class; her mind wanders to what Mr. Garrett is going to make her do. Before she comes back to her senses she realizes that it is almost time to leave. She didn’t even have time to pull off anything during class. She almost pouts thinking of all the things she could have done to lay down a good base for her scheme. The school will buzz about this for a long time. She smiles sweetly at Mr. Garrett as he comes around at the end of the period. She figures that he will not have gotten the news that she is going to start extra credit just yet. Of course, she only just agreed to the situation. <br><br>After the bell rings, Alyssia motions for Stephany to go on without her. She smiles at Mr. Garrett as she waits for the class room to empty. There are a few lookers on but she chases them off with a look and a wave of her hand. He probably couldn’t have commanded the obedience any better then she did. Actually he probably would have had to use words, she can just look at a classmate and they want to jump to her bidding. <br><br>“So, Mr. Garrett, I have agreed to doing the extra credit, and I was wondering if there was anything special you wanted me to do to prepare for it before it starts?”<br><br>She looks all innocent and she moves in standing a little too close to him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 01:28:05</strong>
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				Mr. Garrett was quite surprised that Alyssia with a simple nod had cleared the class of the remaining students, actually impressed at the authority the teen held over the others.&nbsp; He watched as the few stragglers left, knowing that she had a reason for prompting them to get gone so quickly for them to be alone.&nbsp; It took him off guard that she was being so boldly up front about her responsibilities, and made him wonder if just the suggestion of having to do extra credit would be enough to straighten her attitude out, but when she opened her mouth he caught the undertones of deviance, though not in what she said, just the look and feel of the statement and question.<br><br>“Well Miss Kahn, I am glad to see that you realize the reasoning and prompting for the extra credit assignments.&nbsp; I had not yet been notified of the finalization of the plan, so haven’t fully prepared the curriculum for you, but I do have some things in mind that will earn you sufficient credit to pass, or even improve your GPA if you fulfill it with the same integrity you are displaying now.&nbsp; Oh, by the way, I don’t want you to feel that I would ever make you seem less than the leader that you so obviously are among the other student, so if you’d like we can make this seem as though you are the one that has asked for the opportunity.&nbsp; Is that OK with you?”&nbsp; Though she had moved in very closely to him, and the urge to reach out and take her into his arms was there, he thought better of the idea, though temptation all but overtook him.<br><br>Luckily, the preliminary bell for third period was sounding as he finished his commentary, so he bid her farewell with only one further comment “We can start first thing next week Alyssia, either here in the computer lab during my free period, or at my home after hours; I have all the necessary technology there as well.”&nbsp; He smiled, and then turned towards his desk, wondering just how he was going to best take advantage of the hot young lady so in need of the extra credit; chuckling to himself as he walked away.<br><br>As Mr. Smythe looked around the room, waiting for the students to gather and be seated for 3rd period, he had already been advised that Alyssia had agreed to the extra credit assignments and signed the release forms.&nbsp; He had a prepared sheet with the instructions of the assignment, but kept it safely hidden in his brief case for the right time to present it to her, after al he didn’t want to embarrass her, but rather to have her learn that there is a price to pay for being mischievous and not completing the assignments from class.&nbsp; Of course, he had a devious plan for her, but that would come in time, for now he merely wanted her to accept the assignment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 02:32:28</strong>
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				As Mr. Garrett gives her the options she knows which one she is going to choose. “I will have my choice next week as we talk about the assignment further.” She walks out with a sway of her hip to her locker instead of right to class. Everyone had already scattered away to class as she walks down the hall. <br><br>Alyssia walks into class late since she was Mr. Garrett and she still had to go to her locker. She glides in everyone sat before she even walked in the door. She looks in no hurry as she strolls to her seat. Her heals click against the floor as she walks to her seat and slides in not even seeming to acknowledge that she was late. She smiles up at Mr. Smythe, once she is settled with a smile that just seems a little too knowing. She crosses her legs her skirt hiking up just a little. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>03-04-2008, 13:25:37</strong>
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				Mr. Smythe hears the clicking of the heels as Alyssia enters the room, happy to see that she has arrived, and really not caring that she is tardy.&nbsp; His feelings for her being present are ones of relief and constrained, but almost overwhelming joy, though he dare not reveal the smile in his soul over her being in the seat.&nbsp; He can see from his position behind the desk as her skirt inches up her thigh, and thoughts of how much he'd love to be with her, alone, and have her reveal all to him.&nbsp; His mind wanders for a brief moment to the wonders of that first moment of seeing her and his normally professional demeanor wavers, a smile of desire crosses his face before he can catch it.&nbsp; Hopefully none of the students saw it, but he figures that if they saw him smile that way, so be it.<br><br>"I'm glad to see everyone is present this morning" he says without fault in his normal tone.&nbsp; "We will be continuing with Shakespeare today.&nbsp; If you will get your books out and begin reading with chapter three, we will discuss it when you've read it.&nbsp; Miss Kahn, I would like to talk to you in the hallway please, tardiness is an issue not taken lightly."&nbsp; He strides to the door and waits to have her join him before exiting into the somewhat privacy of the hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>03-04-2008, 22:38:12</strong>
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				Alyssia slides back out of her seat moving slowly towards the front of the class they don’t seem to want to make any comments though. She seems to have them in a hush just by walking past them. She grins at a few of the guys on her way out as one of them places his hand on the back of her leg as she walks. She turns around and shakes her head at him placing his hand back on his desk.<br><br>“Look don’t touch unless your asked.” She makes a mental note not to invite him to the party this weekend as a sort of warning. She was feeling very cocky. She moves out in the hall stepping away from the visibility of the window leaning against the lockers cocking her one leg up against it so her skirt rides up her thigh. “I was held behind by Mr. Garrett, I am sorry for being late.” She smiles slyly at him&nbsp; “Unless you just wanted to get me alone for a moment...” she trails off looking at him biting her lip just slightly<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>04-04-2008, 00:58:07</strong>
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				Though he honestly felt that it had been a good idea to have Alyssia step into the hall when he had said it, he was a bit taken back by the look the ‘touchy’ male teenager had gotten with his brief contact of her thigh.&nbsp; As he stood in the hall and looked at her, he couldn’t help but be stunned at the authority the girl had over the other students, and felt quite intimidated by it, but still felt the need to discuss privately the need for the special assignment, though it was difficult to think of it when he saw her prop her foot against the locker and allow the hem of her shorter than policy skirt to raise even higher up the tempting flesh of her thigh while biting at her lip suggestively.<br><br>“Ah..Well, in truth I felt that a moment alone would be good; though I’m sure you were insinuating something far different than what I had in mind.&nbsp; I have the curriculum for your special credit assignment at the desk, so if you would stop by and pick it up at the end of class you can read over it and we’ll discuss just what it will entail for you. I honestly didn’t think you’d want all of your friends to know that it was that, so I simply used your tardiness to give us this moment alone, I understand completely that your tardiness was due to being held after your last class; though as the assignment progresses over the next few weeks, I hope to be able to confer with you on as many levels as you would care to.&nbsp; In fact, you may call on me any time if you have a need that I can be of assistance with.”&nbsp; <br><br>He has stammered his way through a tough couple of minutes, and wishes that he hadn’t chosen this time to start the process, but as he looks down briefly at the supple flesh of the teen’s thigh, he knows why he did, and just how much he’d love to pursue her in some place of real privacy. “If you don’t have any questions for the moment, please stop and get the assignment after class.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>04-04-2008, 05:03:23</strong>
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				<br>She smiles at him her leg moving back down as he tells her what he is thinking. “Oh ok then I will make sure to pick up the assignment before I leave class today.” She watches his eyes float to her legs and she gives him a knowing look. She smiles, as he has been considerate about not letting other kids know that she needs extra credit. Of course they wouldn’t believe him if he said so until she confirmed it, and she wouldn’t do that. ”No I have no questions right now”&nbsp; She smiles as she walks towards the door back into the class room.<br><br>She walks a different way back to her desk as if to make sure the guy knew that she wasn’t pleased with his action and wouldn’t forget after a few minutes like she might some of the other people she associated with. She slips back in the seat beside Stephany and gets her book out and her cell phone and she begins to text. <br><br>As the bell rings to signal the end of class she once again excuses everyone out of the room as she walks up to the front of the class. She smiles up at Mr. Smythe. “Alright what is this assignment?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 12:41:07</strong>
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				Class went pretty smoothly after the brief discussion in the hall with Alyssia even though she kept on texting on the cell phone; she didn’t disrupt the class with any antics.&nbsp; He found it difficult to focus on the lesson of the third chapter of the book, but managed to give it a valiant effort, though his thoughts were more on the assignment he had in mind for the sexy lady at the back of the room and forefront of his mind.&nbsp; His gaze inadvertently drifted to the hem of her skirt and the smooth athletic legs within at every opportunity.<br><br>As the bell sounded he watched as she without a word managed to get all of the students to leave with but a glance in their direction.&nbsp; He thought to himself ‘this is one powerful girl; I hope she is that strong in other ways’.&nbsp; She walked towards the desk with a stride that exuded confidence, not to mention an attitude of compliance to the extended rules.&nbsp; “Well, let me see..”&nbsp; He leaned over and opened the briefcase, pulled out the neatly typed sheet of paper and slid it across the desk to her.&nbsp; It was brief, but let her know the scope of the assignment, let her know that she had free reign to decide what book to read no matter how proper or improper the established scholastic rules were.<br><br>“Miss Kahn, you’re assignment is simply to read a book, any book, or even a novelette if it would be easier with the time constraints of your busy life.&nbsp; We can confer as you progress, I’ll want you to give me unrestrained comment on the literary piece you select, in private of course. A good friend of mine has a book store and has told me that we can use his reading room for any private sessions that are needed.”&nbsp; He paused long enough to look up at her before getting up from his seat and moving around the end of the desk to stand only a foot or so from her.&nbsp; The expression on her face was so tempting, the posture of here stance even more so, but he dared not say more for fear of being reported to the school board for misconduct. “You better run off to your next class Alyssia, let me know on Monday what piece of work you’ll be reading so that I can pick up a copy for my own reading; even if it is an on-line publication. After all, I need to know if you’re getting the assignment done as well as I think you can.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 20:18:01</strong>
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				Alyssia ponders over the assignment and then a slow grin spreads over her face. “I will pick up two copies of the book and give it to you on Monday don’t worry about the cost, I can handle it” she smiles at him and moves way back in the hall. People wait by her locker she smiles and puts away the book bag knowing that she won’t be able to use anything in it today, the teachers were too focused on her today. <br><br>As people start to ask her about what is going on with the teachers she just smiles and blows them off. “Nothing don’t ask about it any more keep it quiet” She just knows that will push people to talk about her and what is going on more and more. She knows she has to pull some stuff that will just blow their minds. <br><br>She walks to her next class slowly very glad that after this class it will be time for lunch. She could really use a break today. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 01:26:13</strong>
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				As she sat waiting for the students of forth hour to start drifting in Miss Abbernathy rather dreaded the possibilities of what Alyssia may do today.&nbsp; She had received a note from Miss Johnston saying that the student had agreed to the terms of extra credit and signed the appropriate release form that would cover any liability issues, but that did not still her anxiety.&nbsp; She knew that with this particular student things could very well get out of hand easily.&nbsp; So, she decided to simply smile and let Alyssia approach her as to the exact nature of the assignment, and if by her free hour during 5th period she hadn’t gotten a response or question she would then have a note delivered to her to come to the class at the end of the day to pick up “the papers”.&nbsp; As with the other teachers, she was concerned about not crossing the line, or at least not prematurely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>08-04-2008, 06:15:09</strong>
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				Alyssia walks to her seat her entourage walking with her to the door then parting ways. They walk in the room over to their desk and grin at miss Abbernathy. She just goes to her texting that day. She doesn’t want to push it very far she plays with the hem of her skirt some but she doesn’t go any further. Her mind is too pre occupied she does take a couple pieces of paper and a pencil and begins to write things down. She hangs over the piece of paper but does not disturb the class or anyone else. She once again waits for everyone one to leave chasing out all stragglers. <br><br>She approaches slowly smiling the whole way acting like it is just another day. “Do you have an assignment for me? If you do I would like to get started on it” she smiles leaning over slightly so Miss. Abbernathy has a good view down her shirt. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>09-04-2008, 13:14:06</strong>
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				Miss Abbernathy was prepared for most anything; anything but the abject open honesty of the girl standing before her.&nbsp; She looked first at Alyssia’s eyes, and then could not help but gaze at the ample cleavage availed to her view.&nbsp; She knew what the assignment was supposed to be but wondered if there might be a way to make the display of the female genitalia or an act of sex a more private showing.&nbsp; She groaned inwardly at the thought of getting fair Alyssia in the sack, but discounted the possibility, since she felt sure that the teen was heterosexual since she had seen the way she acted around the popular boys of the school.<br><br>“Well, Miss Kahn, yes, there is an assignment for you to get the extra credits you can use to pass my class.&nbsp; Depending on the assignment you choose to do, and the zeal at which you complete it, will determine the actual credits you receive.”&nbsp; She looks up from the wonderful cleavage of the youth and gazes straight into her eyes, now sparkling with the joy of making her squirm, or so it seemed, but perhaps her look was something far less devious, perhaps even lustful in nature.&nbsp; *eh…hem*&nbsp; She clears her throat nervously before continuing.&nbsp; “The assignment is to give a dissertation on the female human reproductive system, using yourself as the visual aid; or if you prefer the act of male/female reproduction. Also, you get to be the lead performer for the demonstration.&nbsp; If that is your choice, I will allow you to choose the partner, but he must be at least 18 years of age and sign a consent release form.&nbsp; Whichever you choose, the class the dissertation or exhibition is done before will be restricted to students also at least 18 years of age and willing to view the demonstration.” <br><br>Having laid out the basic ground rules she paused, and again gazed intently on the supple breasts and slim waistline of Alyssia, almost drooling over the final part of her instruction.&nbsp; “If neither of those meets your fancy, or you are not willing to do such a thing before an audience, you can do so privately, just you and me.<br><br>She looks up at the clock, knowing that it is the lunch hour for all of the seniors and says “You better go along to join your friends; they will be wondering what has delayed you.&nbsp; Let me know what you decide, and we can take the necessary actions to make it happen.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>10-04-2008, 09:00:17</strong>
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				Her eyes go a bit wide thinking of having sex in front of a class room full of people seemed a little weird to her. Flashing or teasing was something totally different from doing the actual act of sex. She raises an eyebrow at Miss. Abbernathy&nbsp; but she decides against saying anything about it. It was one thing for her to play games in class but to open herself up for a group of people to see. <br><br>She nods slowly. She knew they had been teasing her a lot more then the other teachers, but she had no idea that she would want her to do something so intimate in front of a bunch of people. She ponders over it a few seconds; it seems as if Miss. Abbernathy&nbsp; has actually gotten her to be silent for a few moments. As she knew about the demonstration but didn’t think Miss Abbernathy would let her go that far. <br><br>Alyssia nods. “I will let you know Monday my decision then. Thank you for the opportunity. I really do appreciate it.” She places her hand on Miss. Abernathys for a second as she leaves to go to lunch. She figures by now there would still be five or so people waiting to see if they could go with her and Stephany. <br><br>She smiles at Stephany “You pick who comes.” She unlocks the doors with her remote and slides in the drivers seat of her little black convertible. She turns on the engine and presses the button for the top to roll down. <br><br>Stephany picks two people and dismisses the rest they all pile in and they go to lunch. Andrea doesn’t talk to Stephany about the assignments at lunch. They were in mixed company.&nbsp; <br><br>They make it back to the school only about five minutes before the bell and there was a couple guys mulling around Andrea’s usual parking spot waiting for the girls to get back. She internally sighs as she gets out of the car and they all walk back in the school. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 06:08:42</strong>
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				Miss Abbernathy is relieved to hear that she will have the weekend to come to terms with whatever it is that Alyssia decides on for the extra credit, though she would have really appreciated it if the teen had decided to come to her house for the weekend.&nbsp; She sighs with both feelings as she sits at her desk during the student’s lunch hour and feels the urge to relieve some of the tensions that had built up thinking of what it would be like to have her do so.<br><br>As she sits in the privacy of her class she finds her hand drifting to the ample orb of her own breast and moans as the sensations flow through her as her nipples grow and harden.&nbsp; With her other hand she pushes down into her groin through the matronly skirt she was so accustomed to wearing to be ‘proper’ at school.&nbsp; As her fingers find the sensitive areas of her mound and the other rubs circles around her nipple she becomes wet with the anticipations building within her vaginal canal.&nbsp; She couldn’t help but want more than just a brief moment of grunting and groaning, so reaches into the desk drawer and pulls out her trusty glass dildo.&nbsp; Though she rarely uses it at school, it was always there, locked in her private drawer in case of times like this one.&nbsp; She set it on the desk in front of herself and rose up enough to pull her skirt up above the finery of her mound and pull the sensible panties she had worn to the side of her fine slit.<br><br>With the thoughts of Alyssia in her head singing an erotic song of tantalizing sexual pleasures she pushes her fingers across the fluffy petals of her labia and then between them.&nbsp; A moan of pure delight escapes her mouth and she is driven to take the engorged nub of her desire between her thumb and index finger and squeeze it roughly until yet another groan comes from her chest and escapes her lips.&nbsp; While her other hand is kneading her nipple she naughtily plays with her clit and begins the journey to bringing herself to climax.&nbsp; Her pussy gets wet quickly, enough so that two of her fingers easily slip into the waiting canal of glory and fid her g-spot within.&nbsp; Another groan of ecstatic relief comes from her lips as she begins to feel the spasms of delight harder and harder in her abdomen and loins.&nbsp; Her breasts ache with the sensations, her fingers now being forced in and out of her canal much harder and faster.&nbsp; She takes the hand from her breast and picks up the 9 inch dildo and pushes it into her pussy with a vengeance beside the fingers already bringing her to the beginnings of a massive climax.&nbsp; <br><br>As she inserts the thick hard piece of glass she shudders at the rush of fluids that come from her depths, and with each stroke of the phallus she imagines it is Alyssia that is fucking her with the instrument, or better yet a strap-on.&nbsp; As that thought trails from her mind she erupts in a massive orgasm with a loud proclamation “Oh Yes, harder girl” and pounds the dildo in and out of her wet tunnel of passion as deeply as it can go and with a fury unmatched by any man’s talents.&nbsp; As the orgasm ebbs she sighs and opens her eyes in the post trembling state of a great self arousal session.<br><br>* * * * * * * * * * * *<br><br>She was stunned at what she saw.&nbsp; Standing before her was Mr. Garrett; apparently he had watched the whole, or at least the better parts of her masturbating after entering the class without a word.&nbsp; His expression was one of amazement at the totality of Jane’s involvement in her actions.&nbsp; The smile on his face said it all, he had enjoyed the show fully, and the fact that he had unzipped his pants and stroked himself to an erection while she was getting herself off made it plain that he wanted in on some of the finery he saw before him.&nbsp; With a chuckle he said “How about you let me do that for you now?”<br><br>She looked at him with disbelief, surely he knew she was a lesbian, or at least preferred women over any man.&nbsp; “Why Mr. Garrett, how could you even think I would let you fuck me just after I’ve cum?&nbsp; I know what I was doing is not proper, but you can’t blackmail me into letting you shove that nasty man tool into my sweet pussy.”<br><br>“Well then Jane, how about you let me do the work with that fine tool of yours on you while you give me a bit of head to relieve the pain of my arousal you’ve caused?’&nbsp; <br><br>She was floored at his blunt request, but figured she better do something to appease his state or suffer being reported to the administrator, surely Mr. Kruston would be less tolerant, and really want something to keep it quiet.&nbsp; “Tom, I’ll meet you half way; come over to this side of the desk big boy, and bring that little dick of yours with you.”&nbsp; He held up the waistband of his pants as he rounded the end of the desk.&nbsp; As he got to her side of the desk he positioned himself between her and the desk.&nbsp; She reached up and pushed his pants and briefs down to mid thigh before pushing his arse against it.&nbsp; His excited erection bobbed up and down anxiously as she slid from the chair and knelt in front of him.&nbsp; Though he could tell that giving head to a man wasn’t her cup of tea, she did very well at it.&nbsp; She caressed his scrotum with one hand while grasping the shaft with the other and licked the swollen head of his cock.&nbsp; As he trembled with the action a moan escaped his lips and she sucked the head into her wet, yet unwilling mouth, swirling her tongue around it feverishly in an attempt to get this over with as quickly as possible.&nbsp; He put his hands on the back of her head and pulled her mouth farther onto the shaft, holding her there with the bulbous head at the brink of her throat.&nbsp; As she gagged a bit he lightened his effort and let her begin the in and out motion that would bring him to climax with both her mouth and hand.&nbsp; Within minutes his breathing became abruptly short and raspy, his hips began to thrust at her face in an attempt to fuck her mouth, which she allowed him to do, since despite her preference she was enjoying what she felt giving her coworker a blow job.&nbsp; Within a couple of minutes he was gasping out grunts of pleasure, his hips thrusting fervently at her now willing mouth, fucking it harder and more deeply with each stroke.&nbsp; She leaned her head back and allowed him to shove his dick into her throat; actually loving the feelings of his cock as she again climaxed and flooded the floor with her own creamy fluids. She gave it all she could and quickly brought him to a gush of glory.&nbsp; The first wad of his semen easily shot down her throat, the second into the back of her mouth and the third did a free fall spurt into her open mouth.&nbsp; She didn’t miss a drop, and though it had been a long time since she had tasted a man’s seed, she reveled in the silky salty jism.&nbsp; She ran her mouth around his shaft again and sucked any remaining liquids and then looked up at him with a huge smile on her face, only surpassed by his grinning expression.<br><br>He moved to the side after helping her to her feet, and then tugged his clothing back into place.&nbsp; She also puts things to order with her own clothing, and they stood looking at each other with eyes that glistened with the wonder of the moment.&nbsp; She spoke first “This cannot happen again or at least not here at school” and giggled softly. He replied by stepping to her and kissing her on the cheek and whispered “OK, not here at school beautiful.”<br><br>It was drawing near to the time of his next class, so he turned and walked to the door.&nbsp; As he opened it he turned back to see if she was looking his direction.&nbsp; She was, so he blew her a kiss and departed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 07:40:05</strong>
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				Alyssia gets through the class her thumbs being so tired from all of the text about the party she is hosting that night. Her parents wern’t home most weekends and this weekend they had decided to go to the cabin and she knew they wouldn’t be home till Monday morning. She had a pretty wide spread bash planned and almost everyone wanted to come. The ones that weren’t going were mostly the students who have made a mistake in the eyes of her social group. <br><br>She thinks of who she might let take her to bed her eyes drifting over to Stephany. They had joked about it over the years, even gotten close but had never gone across the line between friends and lovers. She smiles as she puts the finishing touches on her assignment then walks up handing it in seconds before the bell rings. <br><br>She meets the group outside and walks to her locker. Stephany leans in and whispers to Alyssia “I invited Craig from Valley High, he is the quarter back there.” Alyssia smiles a coy grin coming over her face “That is fine as long as you share.” Stephany giggles as they walk to the next class, “Are you kidding if he sees you he will totally push me aside. You are so much hotter then me.” Alyssia rolls her eyes; little did Stephany know that she is the one who had to ask people out. No one really approached her and asked her out because they always think that she is too good for them. <br><br>They walk into class and take their seats. Alyssia sighs as she looks at her phone and sees ten new txts. She gets down to answering them unless she gets interrupted. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>12-04-2008, 02:49:41</strong>
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				Mr. Dawson watches as Alyssia and Stephany walk in and sit in their seats.&nbsp; He begins taking role as usual, but cannot avoid the thoughts of the project he has for the sweet lusty teen, or so he hopes any way.&nbsp; He instructs the class to study a particular chapter in the art history book while he sets up the computerized video demonstration of the classic arts of Micalangello and the other masters of the centuries that portrayed women in the nude.&nbsp; He thought it best to plant the seed of thought to the whole class and in so doing would have an easier opening when he told Alyssia of the three options for her extra credit assignment.&nbsp; Class went pretty well, though he saw Alyssia on her cell texting constantly, he just figured that she had to get her weekend lined out.<br><br>As the video presentation loaded and got ready to play, he called the class to order and had them put away the books.&nbsp; The large screen provided an ample visual image of the various works, all of sculptures and paintings or drawings of naked women, with just enough male bodies to keep the female students interest.&nbsp; He took the remote to the doorway and switched off the lights, the class had blacked out windows so that it became very dark when they went out.&nbsp; He knew his way to the chair he would sit in, but intentionally stumbled as he passed her chair and found his hand had slipped ‘accidentally’ over her shoulder and across her pert luscious tit.&nbsp; He whispered “Sorry” and moved to the chair before clicking the remote to start the video.&nbsp; The class had not seen his ‘oops’, and sat through the video, most of them texting and such through it anyway, but it gave him opportunity to watch her reaction to the nudity that flooded the minds of the teenagers present.<br><br>At the end of the video, he got up and walked to the light switch without incident, though he wondered if she would in some way retaliate for his indiscretion.&nbsp; He flipped the switch and walked to the front of the class, noting that there were still 10 minutes left for the last period of the day.&nbsp; “Would you all like to skip the rest of the day class?” he asked.&nbsp; The sound of rustling papers and notebooks filled the room as they all seemed to like the idea.&nbsp; “There is one of you who have asked a question, and I’ll be more than happy to answer it if she’ll remain for the rest of the period.&nbsp; The rest of you are dismissed, have a good weekend.”&nbsp; He stood in front of his desk as the class emptied quickly, and hoped that Alyssia would appreciate the way he had arranged for a time of private discussion without revealing the true reason for her presence.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>12-04-2008, 05:10:22</strong>
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				Alyssia was about sick of her phone by the time the lights went out. She just wished they all could just talk to each other for a moment and leave her out of it. She knew that she was like a leader in their eyes but sometimes all the questions became daunting. As Mr. Dawson touches her tit she has to keep herself from gasping. She knew that he was a pervert but, actually groping her in class. She could very well tell that it was done on purpose. There was no way he would trip like that on accident. <br><br>She sets her jaw on edge. She almost wishes he was one of her group and she could just punish him for blatantly touching her with out her consent. But she takes a few deep breaths, she should have known that he would eventually touch her. She did tease him quite a bit. She thinks to herself that he probably has wet dreams about her tight little cunt. Even if he is older it turns her on a bit to think of him waking up embarrassed as his underwear is full of cum as he thought about one of his students. <br><br>She can’t resist at this point and she moves closer to Stephany and whispers in her ear “Wana drive Mr. Dawson mad?” Stephany nods enthusiastically. Alyssia moves her hand over her friends breast plainly for him to see. Her other hand running up Stephany’s skirt massaging both her breast and her pussy through her clothes. Stephany retaliates by running her own hand over Alyssia’s breast fondling it before moving her hand down under Alyssia’s skirt to massage her wet sex through panties. <br><br>Alyssia looks towards Mr.Dawson as she kisses along Stephany’s shoulder to her neck her hands still working over the girl. Stephany can’t help but get wet under the touch of her friend. She notices that Alyssia is also pretty wet under her own fingers. But she figures that is normal. They keep things over clothes for a couple minutes before Alyssia abruptly pulls away from Stephany. She whispers to her “I will finish things tonight.” <br><br>Stephany quickly nods thinking that she will finally get a taste of what Alyssia is really like in bed. Although she is afraid that she is going to have a wet spot on the back of her skirt from all the attention Alyssia gave her during the movie. <br><br>As the lights come on Alyssia waits for everyone to shuffle out waving a few away as she goes to talk to Mr. Dawson. “I have a feeling that you would like to talk to me about some sort of assignment” she uses her sweetest smile as she looks at him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>12-04-2008, 19:25:56</strong>
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				He knew exactly what the two girls were up to, he had misbehaved, his accidental stumble and touch on the girl’s breast was a foolish move, and he knew it, but it had been done; now he only needed to pay the piper, so to speak.&nbsp; He watched over the entire class while the video played, it seemed like every time he played this chapter of art history the class got really frisky, and more often than not one or more students would get motivated in a sexual way, which was one of the more enjoyable parts of the lesson.&nbsp; He chuckled silently as he watched the two girls fondle each other; along with a girl in the center of the room and her male counterpart…both couples seemed to be really into the darkened nature of the room.&nbsp; His gaze drifted between the two couples rapidly, trying to catch the naughty acts and file them away in his memory for future fantasies.<br><br>He had even missed the better parts of Alyssia’s efforts to accommodate Stephany, but sighed as he did manage to catch a glimpse of her hand under the other’s skirt.&nbsp; As any male member of the human race would do under such driving forces, his cock grew to a semi erect state and he had to focus his thoughts on other things to avoid the embarrassment of turning on the lights with a hard-on.&nbsp; So, he simply ended up watching the video and thinking of other things, quickly it was gone, thankfully just in time to go turn on the lights.<br><br>As she approaches him at the front of the class he sees the cool aloof frame of mind she is now in, her statement, though with a sweet smile, was very chilled.&nbsp; He knew he had blown it with the touch, but what was done was done, so he wanted to get past that and move on.&nbsp; She stood there waiting for a response so sweetly, looking every bit as hot as always to his artistic eye, but he hesitated to say too much after his unforgivable action.<br><br>“Yes, indeed I do.&nbsp; But first, please allow me to apologize for the accident in the back of the room, I don’t know what happened, but I was looking down at you and got tangled up in my feet, honestly I would never intentionally abuse our student/teacher relationship.”&nbsp; He paused, hoping that she would buy in to his lame excuse, and watched to see any break in the smile, or perhaps a different glimmer to her eye or a change in body language, but he saw none.&nbsp; “As to the assignment, my thoughts for some extra credit are rather open ended.&nbsp; If you would prefer to create a piece of art, that would be fine, but it will need to be something special, perhaps a self portrait, and due to your suggestive acts in class, I’ll want it to be in the nude.&nbsp; If you’re not up to the challenge of a self portrait, then you can get the credits necessary by posing instead, as you know I am a fair artist, and could do some wonderful work with you as my model.&nbsp; I would, of course give the piece of art after it is completed.”&nbsp; Again he pauses to see the reaction.&nbsp; “We can begin at whichever you choose on Monday Alyssia, unless you’d prefer to come to my studio over the weekend.&nbsp; Just give me a call if you’d like to go that route.”&nbsp; He hands her a card with his studio name on it and a cell phone number<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>14-04-2008, 00:11:22</strong>
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				Alyssia listens to his excuse and has to keep her self from making a snide comment. His excuse was pathetic and he even looked like he knew it. He could have came right out and told her that he wanted to touch her breast and she would have had more respect for him then lies and excuses. She doesn’t change her expression as she takes the card. <br><br>“I will talk to you on Monday. Mr. Dawson, but thank you for the offer.” She turns on her heal and walks out her hips swaying just a little bit more then usual. She knows he is watching her she doesn’t have to look behind her. She walks out of the school to her car. Stephany and a few others are waiting. She lets them know to be at her house at 9 that night. <br><br>She drives everyone she takes home to their houses. She goes to her house and begins setting up for the night. All the breakables that are of any value go into a locked room. She gets the cups and everything set out. She takes a shower and gets ready for the party she is about to host. She dresses in her new sexy black skirt that stops just a bit lower then her panties. She wears a corseted top that accentuates her great curves. She looks over herself as she puts on her make up. She was really hot. Her hair hung loose and straitened along her back she played up all of her features with an expert hand. She slipped into the heals that were just short enough to not scream hooker. <br><br>As the people begin to arrive she sets up where they should put the keg and the liquor. She makes sure to lock any doors that she doesn’t want people to go into. She wears a necklace with all of the keys. One&nbsp; of the keys have little tag on it, anyone who has ever been to one of her parties knows that is the key to her bed room if she gives you that one she expects you to go to that bedroom with her. No one really argues, she has never asked anyone in a permanent relationship to her room. <br><br>Once the party starts she goes through her duties of being a hostess. She drinks her fair share but not to the point where she gets to drunk. She dances with most everyone who came. She escorts anyone who gets rowdy out the door not letting any fights break out. As it gets further into the night, She begins to call cabs for people who are too drunk to drive and anyone who was staying starts to break off to bed rooms. Alyssia walks up behind Stephany and hands her the key. “It can be just us or bring who you want” she kisses her cheek softly and goes on to do everything else she needs to do before the end of the night.<br><br>Stephany grins and goes to talk to Craig the guy from the other high school she dangles the key. “Do you want to join Alyssia and me?” he grins hearing about the key all night from various people. He readily agrees to go with Stephany up to the room. <br><br>By the time Alyssia gets up stairs having everyone settled in for the night she sees Stephany and Craig making out on her bed. She shuts the door and locks it moving over to the two. Her hand runs over Stephany’s side as she moves so that she can kiss along Craig’s neck. Craig realizes what is going on his hand moving along Alyssia’s side up to her breast mirroring the effect with his other hand on Stephany. Stephany continues to kiss Craig her hand running along Alyssia’s thigh her other running along Craig’s chest. Alyssia pulls away from them both. “Clothes off ladies and gentlemen.” She slips out of her outfit down to her panties and bra quickly, they follow suit just being in underwear each having their hands wander over the other.<br><br>&nbsp;Alyssia moves onto the bed and beckons them over to her. She takes Stephany and begins to kiss her deeply her hand wandering down to Craig’s erection stroking him softly as she and Stephany continue to kiss one another, Stephany’s hand trails up Alyssia’s thigh stroking her already wet pussy moving her panties to the side slipping one finger into her. <br><br>Alyssia moves her mouth away from Stephany’s and begins to kiss down her jaw to her neck still stroking Craig until she gets to Stephany’s chest then she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. She watches as her breasts spring free and Alyssia licks over her nipple, then suckles it into her mouth her other hand moving to Stephany’ s sex and begins to stroke her clit her fingers moving along her folds to her entrance two of them sliding into Stephany. <br><br>Alyssia looks up and moves Stephany over so that she can continue her journey down her flat stomach. She takes Stephany’s fingers out of her sex and licks them off. As Alyssia moves so that she can move lower on Stephany, Craig moves behind Alyssia taking her panties off his fingers delving into her sweet center working her slowly. Alyssia moves down Stepahny’s body slipping off her panties as she gets to her sex and begins to lick her clit her fingers working inside as her tongue assaults the sensitive nub. As Craig watches the girls he can’t resist it any more removing his fingers and replacing them with his throbbing member. He begins to thrust himself inside of her his hands gripping her hips as he presses into her.<br><br>Alyssia continues to asault the sensitive nub as her fingers work in and out of her wet channel. Stephany grips Alyssia’s hair moaning loudly as she feels her orgasm soon approaching. Alyssia grinds back against Craig her fingers working faster at Stephany knowing that she is going to cum soon. Stephany bucks up and her pussy pulses over Alyssia’s fingers coating them in fluids as she orgasms. Alyssia moans deeply and licks up all of the juices that Stephany will give her. Craig groans his member throbbing as he continues to press into Alyssia. <br><br>Alyssia removes her fingers from Stephany and tightens around Craig her orgasm sweeping over her she pulses around his long shaft moaning loudly her head tilted up biting her lip. Craig quickly pulls out his load spilling on her back not being able to resist fromfeeling her orgasm. <br><br>Stephany smiles and moves to Alyssia’s back licking off the gooey substance and they all lay down Alyssia in the middle as they cuddle together. <br><br>The rest of the weekend goes by without any real event. Alyssia prepares her answer for each teacher, buying a book for English. She walks into school Monday feeling extremely confident that each teacher will like her answer to their extra credit. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>19-04-2008, 14:25:09</strong>
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				Mr. Dawson watches as Alyssia turns to walk away and out the door.&nbsp; The sway of her ass is a wonder to behold, and he sighs in discouraged thoughts.&nbsp; In his mind he assaults himself for the stupidity of his probative move on the girls breast, and then for the totally lame excuse.&nbsp; What was he thinking? He asks himself.&nbsp; He makes a decision right then to just come clean and admit to his distasteful move on Monday when she confides her decision to him as to the assignment, not that it puts him in a better mood though, and he knew he had blown any real chance of making love to the pert young lady.&nbsp; As he thought about it his member again swelled from the sheer thought of her.<br><br>He goes around and sits at his desk and decides to take care of the physical needs that have so definitely arisen.&nbsp; He pulls out the copies of the school news paper and searches for some photos of her, which turns out to be easy, since she is the most popular girl in school there are many to choose from.&nbsp; He is looking through and finds a pretty fair shot of her that shows her wonderfully curved ass and opens the paper up to lay it on his desk before him.&nbsp; As he slips his hand down to unzip he hears the door open, thank god it was now instead of a minute later when he would have had his tool firmly in grasp as it were.&nbsp; He looks up and sees that it is Miss Johnston; a smile of remembrance fills his face as she closes and locks the door before walking across to the desk.<br><br>“Hi” she says in a matter of fact tone “How are you this afternoon?”<br><br>As she speaks she walks towards him and he can’t help but notice the sway to her walk, the jiggle of her boobs, and the overall body language of someone who wants to get frisky.&nbsp; He had blackmailed her the last time, but this time she was the one that had ideas on her mind. He replies as she leans onto the front of the desk.&nbsp; “I’m doing OK, I kind of blew it where Alyssia is concerned, but it will work out, she will do the extra credit stuff.”<br><br>She leans a bit farther over the desk, knowing that her blouse will open up and reveal her ample cleavage for him to see.&nbsp; The smile on her face seems to be begging for more of his attention, so, she’s going to give it a try and says “I was wondering if we could go grab a bite of diner and get to know one another better, Friday nights are the pits without anyone to&nbsp; *low naughty chuckle*&nbsp; talk to.&nbsp; Besides, I’ve never seen your studio, maybe you could show it to me.”<br><br>As he watches in amazement and listens to her ramble on he can’t help but remember just how much he enjoyed the quickie in her office, his hard on rages on as he hears her all but invite herself to his place.&nbsp; “That sounds great, I don’t have any plans tonight, why don’t we go get a bite and then I can show you my studio.&nbsp; I have to warn you though; the drawings and painting there are a bit risqué.”<br><br>She chuckles aloud and says “I figured as much, after all you’re an artist and I know you like women.” She chuckles again for extra emphasis.&nbsp; “Should I meet you somewhere, or what, I’d like to clean up a bit and change into something a bit more comfy.” Actually what she wanted to put on wasn’t comfy at all, but rather a very sexy outfit that she knew would assure her of getting laid.<br><br>He thinks for only a moment before his reply “Well, I think you look just fine, but if you feel that you need to change, why not meet me at my studio and we can go from there.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He again glances down at the ample beauty of her cleavage and thinks to himself ‘we may or may not go out to diner’ as a smile turns upward on his lips.<br><br>She stands back up and says “OK, I’ll see you in an hour then.&nbsp; Would it be better if I just brought take-out food?&nbsp; We could avoid the discernment of people thinking we are a couple; and just get down to what we both really want.”&nbsp; She watches as his expression changes to one of heated desire and passion, and giggles at the uneasiness of his posture, she figures he has a hard-on and is slightly embarrassed by it.<br><br>“Wow, now that is quite a suggestion, you sure you just want to hook up and get laid?”&nbsp; He chuckles aloud before continuing “Tell you what, I’ve got some heat and eat meals at the house I can fix up while I shower. We can have them and get acquainted; I really would like to get to know you better, in every respect.”&nbsp; He gets up from the chair and walks proudly around the end of the desk, and watches as her eyes inevitably drop to see his raging hard cock as it bulges within his pants.&nbsp; “See you in an hour then?” he asks.<br><br>She steps up to him and throws her arms around his shoulders pressing herself against his body.&nbsp; Her hips press hard against the object of her desire as she coos out a moan and says “We don’t have to wait to get started, since you’re all up and ready now.”&nbsp; She looks into his eyes and knows that he wants to go at it right now, she can tell by the glint of lust in his eyes. <br><br>He slips his hands around her and grasps her buttocks, lifting her off her feet and walking to the corner of the class room that is out of the view of the small windows in the only door.&nbsp; He presses her against the wall and lifts her dress up as she surrounds his torso with her legs.&nbsp; Their lips meet in heated passion, their tongues dance in and around each others mouths like teen-agers in heat.&nbsp; He quickly reaches down and fumbles his zipper down unleashing the phallus she seems to want so badly.&nbsp; As it comes free of his pants he pulls the wet silken panties to the side and guides his cock into the opening of her already wet canal.&nbsp; She groans as it enters her and pushes herself onto it, taking as much as the standing position will allow.&nbsp; With his help she raises and lowers herself on his massive member, breathing harder and faster with each stroke, her pending orgasm getting close already.&nbsp; He pulls her fiercely to him and finds a rhythm that will get them off in short order and begins to pound harder, nailing her to the wall, so to speak.&nbsp; Her body stiffens as she cums with the first wave of orgasm, and their voices join in the harmony of sated sexual pleasures.&nbsp; He cannot hold out any longer, with all of the thoughts of Alyssia dancing in his head he rams deeply into the counselor and shoots his wad of creamy jism into her in five full tumultuous spurts of his seed.&nbsp; She feels each one and gives forth her own glorious nectar as she has spasms of a wonderful orgasm.<br><br>After the passing of the waves of excitement have ebbed he lowers her feet to the floor and kisses her tenderly.&nbsp; They separate as she straightens out her dress and he pulls up his pants and fastens them.&nbsp; One more brief kiss and she is ready to go to change.&nbsp; “In an hour then?” she asks.&nbsp; “Yeah, he replies, bring something to wear over the weekend, we can make a couple of days of our first ‘date'.”&nbsp; Which they indeed do.&nbsp; After her arrival at the home based studio they find time to eat, and of course fuck many times, which continues for the entire weekend, fucking and resting, eating and then again fucking but more-so, time to get to know one another.&nbsp; He asks her to pose for him and she does so, eager to see his artistic representation of her reclining on a chaise in the buff.&nbsp; They agree that no one at the school should be made privy to their encounter and newfound relationship, not yet anyway.&nbsp; She went home Sunday evening, both were ready for another week, he especially ready for the extra credit assignment with Alyssia.&nbsp; Now it wasn’t a matter of getting her in the sack, since he was more than satisfied with his new lover, but actually teaching her a lesson of adult artistic sexuality.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 02:51:30</strong>
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				Alyssia frowns down at her phone as she is in study period. Everyone that went to the party wants to rehash it with her and those that were not invited wanted to know the reasons. She has always been known for being brutally honest with people so she lets the ones that are asking know the exact reason why they couldn’t come to her party. She goes over some details with the rest but seems to keep her answers short so they will know she is about sick of talking about it. She just bides her time before the bell rings , she has already done most of her home work, for once it seems as if she is actually trying. It is nice for the extra credit but she doesn’t want to do the extra assignments and have to come back next year. <br><br>As the bell rings she goes out into the hall quickly feeling a bit of nerves as she heads towards Mr. Garrett’s class. The rest of the teachers had such naughty assignments that she was sure Mr. Garrett would have an assignment up to the same standards. She slips into her seat next to Stephany. She looks over at her friend wondering if she is acting weird because of the sex. She makes the decision she was going to have to drag her into the bathroom before next period and find out what the heck is going on with her. <br><br>Alyssia actually hands in her assignment for the period. During one of his lessons she ‘accidentally’ drops her pencil and she bends over to get it he can look right down and see her pink silk bra her breasts almost straining to get out of the delicate material. She moves back up giving Mr. Garrett a big smile as she slides back into her seat. As she gets back to work her fingers slide up to her skirt riding it ever higher on her thighs as she seems to be ‘concentrating’ on her assignment. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>21-04-2008, 23:02:01</strong>
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				Mr. Garrett had done a bit of research on his own over the weekend, and had figured out how he thought he could make the most of the extra credit assignment for Mistress Alyssia, as he thought of her, a pet name that she had no knowledge of to be sure, but an appropriate one for such a demonstrative young woman with such an authority over her class mates, not to mention power over the staff.&nbsp; He wondered if she realized just how much influence she had over all of them, he hoped not but feared that she did indeed know it.<br><br>As the bell for second period rang he waited in bated anxiety for her arrival, knowing that he could use her lack of turning in homework to his advantage.&nbsp; Much to his amazement she came in and actually turned it in first thing.&nbsp; A flushed smile crossed his face with the surprise, but he contained his flustered thoughts, and tried his best to come up with a way to still get the upper hand with the hot teen.&nbsp; He watched as she worked on the study assignment during class and reveled in the glory of being able to watch her luscious thighs as she played with the hem of her short skirt.&nbsp; At one point he even thought he caught a glimpse of the silken panties beneath, but he wasn’t sure if it were real or a fantasy.&nbsp; During that time he took a few moments to grade her paper that had been turned in.&nbsp; She actually did a fair job on it too, much to his surprise.&nbsp; He took out his marking pen, a bold red marker that he used for emphasis and wrote “B-“ and then in black ink on the last page of it he made a note “Good Improvements”&nbsp; <br><br>Just before the end of class he walked around the room and handed out several of the assignments he had taken time to grade, not wanting hers to be the only one handed back so promptly.&nbsp; When he got to her seat he gazed down and again saw the magnificence of her cleavage that she had seemed to flash for him earlier.&nbsp; As he laid the papers on her desk he said in as professional a tone as he could muster “You’ve made some good progress on this one Alyssia, if you would remain in class for a moment after the bell, I’d like to discuss it with you.”&nbsp; He smiled as she looked at him, he knew she would get the message that he needed to task her with the other assignment.<br><br>When the bell rang he was again at his desk having finished the stroll around to watch the young hacker wannabe’s fumble their way through the tasks of the day.&nbsp; As the class emptied he noticed that indeed Alyssia had gotten the message as she walked towards the desk.&nbsp; The sway of here hips and slight bounce to her luscious breasts was about too much to bear but he sat patiently and watched as she came closer.&nbsp; He had his terminal turned on to the internet home page for his own settings, and bade her to come around to his side of the desk so she could see the screen clearly.&nbsp; She needed to stand right next to him, but slightly behind to do so, which made him close enough to even smell the sweet scent of her youthful essence.<br><br>As she stood there he turned in his seat and said “I’m sure you know why I asked you to stay for a moment, so without taking away from your valuable time, I’ll just get to the point.&nbsp; First though I have to admit I was much more pleased with the assignment you turned in today, with a bit of tutoring I can have you up to a solid B for the semester or even an A- if it goes well with the extra credit assignment.”&nbsp; He looks at her eyes thinking he could get an idea of how to proceed and sees the same smile on her face and glint in her eye as before when she picked up her pencil, so figures to just go for it.&nbsp; “I’d like for you to do an internet research project with my supervision.&nbsp; It should be one you’ll enjoy, as it is all about being a teenager in today’s world.&nbsp; We can do the work here in the computer lab, or at my home. If we do the assignment here it will have to be after school hours of course, since it will involve adult materials.&nbsp; I personally would prefer to get it done quickly, and that can best be accomplished in one or two sessions on my computers at home.”&nbsp; He pauses to catch his breath knowing that he’s talking too damned much, but has to get it done so she can be on her way.<br>“You can title the report whatever you want to when finished and give the report directly to the class, if you’re willing to let them know you did it to get extra credit that is; since they will wonder why no one else gets this privilege and figure it out for themselves.&nbsp; Or if you’d like you can deliver it directly to me in private.&nbsp; Remember that I will be considerate of your privacy, anything that goes on while we’re doing the assignment is just between us.”&nbsp; With a smile he has finished his dialog and sighs with relief, still looking right into her sparkling eyes, though he thinks they seem a bit glazed with the ramblings.&nbsp; He waits to see if she will respond now or wait till later to make her decision<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 03:02:39</strong>
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				Alyssia knows that he would just love to get her to his house. She leans over while she looks at the computer screen and smiles at him as he suggests what she is supposed to do. She lays her hand on his shoulder lightly as she considers her options she smiles at him slyly as he says she should get it over with quickly. She hopes that it all won’t be over with too quickly, she almost chuckles as the thought runs through her mind. <br><br>“I am thinking we should get it done starting this week, at your home if that isn’t too much trouble. Say tonight and Wednesday? I would like to get things done quite quickly. I have a lot of assignments and want to work hard at them and finish them off quickly. I will probably give a presentation to just you, my classmates don’t need to know anything about it in this class” she smiles at him. <br><br>“Besides if I give it directly to you, I won’t have to feel as I have to censor my paper.” Her hand slips slowly down his shoulder to his chest her fingers spread out wide, talking low and just a few inches away from his ear. As she finishes talking she moves back and walks towards the door. “What time should I show up at your house tonight?” she leans back against the door frame her back arched just slightly her breasts straining at her shirt as she looks over at him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 05:54:17</strong>
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				The way she had touched him was so tantalizing to his flesh, he was in awe that she could be so openly forward, but then that was what the extra credit was all about after all.&nbsp; As she moved to the doorway and leaned against it; it was al he could do to not feel the pre-cum seep from his member tight there and then.&nbsp; Her perfect breasts taunted him so as well as the arch of her back as she leaned so seductively against the jam.<br><br>“Well said Alyssia, I can appreciate how difficult this all must be for you.&nbsp; About seven would be great, and we can get started. You know where it is, I trust.”<br><br>He hadn’t had time to even fully grasp the depths of her making such a commitment when he had conceived the project for her, but the tenderness of her touch on his chest had wrenched at him so that he was at a loss for words.&nbsp; He hoped that she didn’t think he meant he wanted only a quickie for the extra credit, he fully intended to take enough time to find out just how far she would go, and to what depths of climax he could arouse from her and himself in the process.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>23-04-2008, 06:44:58</strong>
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				Alyssia smiles as she looks back at him “I will be there at seven. Yes I tend to know where just about everyone lives around here.” She gives him a big smile as she leaves he can hear her heals click as she goes down the hall to join her group that was patiently waiting for her to get done doing whatever she was doing. She grabs Stephany and links arms with her as they go to Mr. Smythe’s class she drags Stephany into the bathroom. <br><br>“What is going on with you? Are you ok with us or are things going on in your head?”<br><br>Stephany blushes as she looks at Alyssia “I am sorry I just feel a bit awkward after what happened this weekend. I don’t know why” <br><br>Alyssia smiles and kisses her friend softly on the lips “Don’t, it can happen again, but you know I don’t take people on for relationships. You are my bestfriend who occasionally we have sex, no big deal. Now you can get a bit naughtier with me and not feel so weird after wards.” She pulls away from the girl patting her ass lightly. <br><br>Stephany feels much better kissing Alyssia back and then nodding “Ok so we are still going to do everything else that we used to do?”<br><br>Alyssia grins and nods “Of course we are.”<br><br>She pulls her back out in the hall and they have to walk quickly to get to class just a little late instead of really late. They slip in and go to their seats giggling just a little bit. <br><br>Alyssia turns her attention back to her phone her legs crossed and the skirt riding nice and high Stephany scoots her desk just a little closer to Alyssia’s. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>26-04-2008, 13:54:52</strong>
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				Though he has waited all weekend for the decision on what book, story or internet piece he waits patiently until Alyssia is ready to disclose it to him.&nbsp; He takes attendance as usual, and though he can’t help but look occasionally towards the teen with her thighs showing so nicely beneath her desk, he tries real hard not to stare, and conducts class as if nothing was going on.&nbsp; He knows that she is aware of the need for the assignment, and will let him know in her own good time, or suffer the consequences of the poor grade she had received so far this term.&nbsp; He sighs as the time grows closer to the end of the period and all she has managed to do is text on her phone and drive him crazy with those sweet legs and her youthful beauty as she and Stephany seem to be even more subtly frisky with each other.&nbsp; He at last resigns himself to the possibility that she forgot and won’t come forward at the end of the class, but what will be; will be
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>28-04-2008, 06:08:58</strong>
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				Alyssia smiles and moves out of her seat at the end of class. Stephany and everyone leaves the room and Alyssia moves up to Mr. Smythe and pulls out a copy of the book. It is a book by Christine Feehan entitled ‘Dark Prince’ “I bought us both a copy, I have already read the first few chapters. I think that I should give the report directly to you, will it need to be oral, or hard copy, or both” she smiles at him, he can tell the book is going to involve alot of sex. She sits on the edge of his desk her hands running up her thigh slowly. She wants to drive him kind of crazy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>30-04-2008, 04:29:43</strong>
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				He watches with glazed eyes as she comes forward in the classroom, her walk seems so sultry, so very sexy it forces him to think of how devious he and the other teachers must seem to the young lady.&nbsp; But ‘in for a pint…in for a pound’ as it is said.&nbsp; As she hands him the book he looks down at the title and a sly smile crosses his face, it is one he has read many times, and has loved it as much as he hopes she will when she has finished it. Indeed the romantic plot and powerful forces of the Carpathians should prove interesting from a youthful perspective.<br><br>As she sits on the front of his desk he cannot help but look at the toned legs that are all but close enough to grasp, but he thinks to himself ‘there will hopefully be much time for that later.’<br><br>“An interesting choice Allysia, I am pleased that you didn’t simply choose some mindless piece of trite to do your assignment on.&nbsp; I have seen parts of this and read reviews by several people, and I think you will enjoy it immensely.” <br><br>His eyes have gone from her thighs and the toying of her hemline to her eyes, the sparkle of which are driving him to the brink of distraction, but he continues after giving thought to the double meaning of her statement of how to complete the assignment.&nbsp; “Yes, indeed a private report would be fine, after all this is for your benefit, and no need of getting the whole class involved.” He chuckles in a low muted tone as he thinks about how to broach the subject of the double meaning of her offer and concludes “Actually you can best determine whether you prefer Oral or hard… *his minds drifts momentarily* ...copy, remember that the more you put into the assignment, the better your grade will improve. I will start reading this as soon as possible, and you may break your oral reports into as many segments as you’d like, or if you would like, we can simply have informal discussion about it as you progress.&nbsp; Feel free to come by my place any time; I’ll be there to help however I can.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>30-04-2008, 23:12:55</strong>
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				Alyssia smiles as he seems familiar with the book. Her eyes look over him once more as she slides off from the desk. Her skirt hooking on the edge and comes up to show off her white panties she smiles and puts it down smoothing it out. “Alright, I should have some time tomorrow night, if that is ok with you I will show up about 7 ish? I like the informal discussion idea.” <br>She gives him one last smile as she moves out of the class room into the hall. Most everyone else was already in their class rooms and she figured that she should get to class too. She drifts into Miss. Abernathy’s class giving her a winning smile as she moves to her seat. She is still feeling rather aroused from playing with Mr. Smythe’s mind. She did love playing her little games and he was definitely cooperating with her. She slides in her seat seconds before the bell rings. She immediately turns to her cell phone. She had no intentions of paying complete attention in class, although she does actually hand in her homework. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>01-05-2008, 03:38:05</strong>
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				Mr. Smythe watches as she slides from the desk and gulps as her skirt slips up enough to see the purity of her white panties, his jaw almost drops open to say something, but the students of the next hour were already drifting in and he dared not say a word, save for a brief "OK, tomorrow evening then."&nbsp; He merely watched as she strode from the room, his mind fixed on the visitor he would have in the privacy of his own domain the next evening, wishing it could have been this evening, but he could wait, since he must.<br><br>Miss Abbernathy watched as Alyssia walked into the room, luckily for her she had homework in hand and wasn’t tardy, the teacher had lost the upper hand for an instant, but would hopefully get the result she had hoped for soon.&nbsp; &nbsp;She took role as always and began the class as Alyssia texted away to Miss Abbernathy’s frustration.&nbsp; She thought to herself ‘we’ll see about that texting crap, I’ll make that a thing she won’t even have the will to think about after she finds out what a real woman can do for another.’&nbsp; She tries to ignore it for the balance of the period.&nbsp; She had waited all weekend for the answer as to which assignment choice Alyssia would make and only hoped it would be one that allowed her to give her not only the credit the teen needed, but the orgasms that the teacher wanted so badly to share with her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>02-05-2008, 00:22:05</strong>
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				Alyssia moves to the front at the end of the period. She has to keep herself from grinning as she stands before her. “I have made my decision; I figure I don’t really want an audience when I show the female reproductive system. I mean it isn’t like I am a shy, it just would give a few of my classmates the wrong idea. I personally like them to get the idea that seeing my sex is a privilege. So why don’t we do some sort of private assignment. I will write a paper on the female reproductive system then demonstrate how it works for you at your house?”<br><br>She opens her planner and flips to her first open night “Thursday looks good for this week or next week, either way is good for me, Unless you have a particular day you would like in the near future.” She gives her a big smile, almost reading the teachers mind on how bad she wants to do things to her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>02-05-2008, 03:08:30</strong>
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				Miss Abbernathy notices the humored expression on the teen’s face as she walks to the front of the class room and wonders just what devious plan she has come up with to get out of the assignment, but waits as Alyssia speaks of her decision.&nbsp; She can’t help but smile as she suggests a private setting to complete the assignment feeling sure that it will end with them in the throws of lustful passion or at least a good romp.<br><br>She almost chokes on her own words as she tries to reply, but manages to get is out and says “I totally understand your reluctance to exhibit your body in front of the class, after all it is one thing to taunt someone, but entirely another to actually expose everything to the world.&nbsp; Yes, a private demonstration would probably be best, and I will of course grade you on the report as well as the performance during that phase of the task.”&nbsp; She reaches to her folio case and pulls out her planner, knowing full well that there is nothing written in it worthy of delaying the encounter she wants so badly with Alyssia any longer than necessary. “Yes, Thursday will be fine, about 7ish?&nbsp; Are you sure that you can get the written portion done in time?&nbsp; If not, I could be persuaded to take it all orally.”&nbsp; She hadn’t really intended the double meaning, but when it had been said, she giggled softly and said “Oops, well you knew what I really meant.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>02-05-2008, 07:27:37</strong>
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				Alyssia smiles at her, she knows exactly what the woman means. “Oh it will be given typed and orally” She gives a huge grin as she moves out of the class when students start to pour back in. “I will see you at seven on Thursday” she walks out of the class without a second glance. She grins as she goes to lunch thinking she has flustered every teacher she has seen so far. She slips into the car picking a couple of extra people and takes off for lunch in a great mood. <br>\<br>When they get back she pulls Stephany aside and kisses her passionate, she is in such a good mood and she wishes she could just take the girl right there in the bathroom without being missed at her next class. Stephany kisses back. As the kiss breaks she looks at her friend. “What is that about?” Alyssia smiles and runs her hand along Stephany’s cheek “Oooh well I was just feeling good and wanted to share my good mood. Plus you are looking hot today.” Stephany blushes “Thank you, you are looking rather nice today yourself.” Alyssia kisses her once again as the bell rings. “We better go...” her fingers slide up her thigh to her panties and rub lightly. Stephany looks absolutely tortured. “Do we have to?” Alyssia sighs and nods and then pulls away from the girl and out into the hall. <br><br>When she walks out of the bathroom she is still feeling on top of the world, as if the whole school was under her thumb and all she would have to do is ask and it would be hers. She breezes through her fifth period and walks into sixth period to Mr. Dawson with a huge grin on her face. She winks at him as she sits next to Stephany. She pulls out the assignment they were given and hands it in on time for once. She sits down looking like she is ready to learn. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>03-05-2008, 03:53:49</strong>
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				Miss Abbernathy watches intently as Alyssia strides from the room, and smiles at the setting of a time for them to be alone together.&nbsp; Her mind races as to how to make her place and herself perfect for the encounter and she actually groans as her thoughts run rampant of the girl’s lovely body and the things she plans to do with her.&nbsp; Her day dreams would carry her through the days till the fulfillment of her own desires and the teen’s assignment.<br><br>Mr. Dawson has spent the entire weekend with Miss Johnston in his studio, in his bed and various other locations for their sexual escapades, but with the exception of a few brief moments his mind had been on fair Alyssia.&nbsp; For the most part his thoughts were of how badly he had blown his chances, but he came to terms with that since his lustful desires had been sated by the energetic counselor.&nbsp; He spent the day on Monday figuring out just how to explain his actions to her, but felt that the only real approach was honesty.<br><br>As he watched her walk into the class when the sixth period of the tedious day his mind and heart were lifted up by the warmth of her smile and the wink.&nbsp; He couldn’t help but return the smile, though he didn’t wink back; not wanting the other students to see past his demure manner.&nbsp; He goes around the class collecting the assigned homework and as she hands in her homework he gives her a smile and says “Thank You Miss Kahn; on time this week, that’s wonderful.”&nbsp; He then returns to his desk and begins the lesson for the day.<br><br>“OK class, I have lectured on the various forms and historical importance of art, and I know most of you would much rather draw or paint or sculpt than to listen to me drone on and on about it, so today is “free expression” day, as I call it.&nbsp; So, put away your books and clear your desks (truly not desks, but rather small art tables) and get out your sketch books, and your choice of graphite or charcoal drawing implements.”&nbsp; He watches and listens as the rustle of books and papers fill the room with a clatter, and then go quiet. <br>“I will need one volunteer to pose, and the rest will sketch the preliminaries of the subject, in an effort to do one of two styles.&nbsp; Your choices are “True Life Rendition” or “Animation”, but in either case I need to be able to recognize the subject. You will have thirty minutes to complete it.”&nbsp; He gazes around the room and sees several gleaming faces with grins smeared across their expressions and then adds “Just so you won’t wonder or conceive it, it will not be like the arts you watched on Friday, NO NUDITY.”<br><br>He waits patiently as the students look to each other for a decision as to who will be the model and just how he or she will pose.&nbsp; After only a moment he sees a hand raise and a volunteer rise from the seated table.&nbsp; He smiles at the student and gestures to come to the front of the room and sit on the stool he has placed there.<br><br>His thoughts are fixed on the end of the class as he strolls around overlooking the shoulders of the budding artists, his thoughts focused on but one thing, the apology and confession that he feels is the only way to proceed with Alyssia.&nbsp; He gazes at her several times, each time with a smile, but dares not stare in her direction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>03-05-2008, 06:02:10</strong>
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				Ignoring his comment on her on time assignment, she just drifts to her seat, apparently not forgiving him for his actions quite yet. Alyssia does some drawing, mostly she is texting for the period. She has about half a sketch by the end of class, she has a natural talent to just pick up the pencil and create a realistic drawing of almost anything. She just doesn’t seem to have the passion to make any thing of that talent. She doesn’t pay any attention to Mr. Dawson during class. She almost seems to ignore his presence just working and texting, well for the most part she has gotten some of her work done. <br><br>Stephany looks over at Alyssia, she whispers leaning over “Wow, he is trying not to look at you, you are really under his skin aren’t you?” Alyssia smiles and nods just continuing to go on with her work, when she knows that he is looking at her she makes sure to give him a good long look. <br><br>As the bell rings she walks over and sits down on the corner of her desk as she seems to have a habit of doing. “Ok, I have considered what you have purposed, and I am finding that I want to keep things pretty discrete, so why don’t we do something at your studio? How many nights are you thinking this will take? So far this week I only have Friday night open, during the week...or else we could do it on Saturday or Sunday, I would prefer to get some things out of the way.”<br><br>She looks to him as if to challenge him to take her on. She is feeling quite powerful today and even he would have to admit that she is acting a bit more cocky then normal. She gives him a bit of a sly grin, as if she knows something. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>03-05-2008, 15:21:03</strong>
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				He had been a bit disappointed that it had not been Alyssia that volunteered to pose, but then it was probably for the best, and he, hopefully, would have the opportunity to see just how well she could soon.&nbsp; The young man seated on the stool was not one of the more popular students, but made his statement well as he smiled for the class full of aspiring artists.&nbsp; For the most part the artwork that he managed to see as it was started and then somewhat completed was fair at best, but there were three that stood out as a sign of real talent; Alyssia’s was one.&nbsp; Without very much effort at all, and doing her damned texting while doing so at that she had managed to capture the expressive smile of the young man and the sparkle of his eyes in a very natural and realistic manner.&nbsp; The bell sounded and he said “OK Class, you may keep your works in the folders and complete them at your discretion, there are several of you doing very well, thank you.”&nbsp; <br><br>He moved back to his desk just as the echo of the bell had drifted off making it the end of the day for the students, but he still had a couple of hours of work he should do, a teachers duties are never done he thought to himself.&nbsp; He can’t help but smile as Alyssia walks to his desk and sits on the corner; she has a look of confidence about her today that really showed her understanding of his misplaced and unwarranted advance on Friday.<br><br>As she speaks he nods approvingly to her suggestion of being discrete, after all it was what he had in mind all along, and she probably knew that as well.&nbsp; He pondered the question of how many nights and felt himself groan inside at the possibility of having her grace his studio with her wonderful presence more than once or twice, but knew that it may be pushing it to ask for more and decided to take it for what he could get as time went by. As she finished her statement and grinned so deviously at him he felt strangely driven, even more-so than before, as if she were challenging him to ‘just try it, and see what you get.’<br><br>“Alyssia, thank you for your efforts today, the work is really very good, too bad your heart isn’t in it to become a professional artist, but perhaps someday you’ll decide to give it a try.”&nbsp; He stutters around for a second and then continues “About last Friday, I really am sorry for the incident, I don’t know what I was thinking other than I wanted so badly to touch you, and went out of control, I am so sorry, I have spent the entire weekend wishing I could go back and not do that to you.&nbsp; I won’t ask your forgiveness, but your understanding.” He chuckles in a low tone and says “That lame excuse was pretty pathetic, wasn’t it?” and chuckles again nervously.<br><br>“Now as to the assignment, yes discretion is most definitely good, and my studio as well as I are at your disposal whenever you will be available.&nbsp; I’m not so old as to not remember what Friday evenings mean to a teenager, so perhaps you’d prefer to take care of the assignment on Saturday or even Sunday.&nbsp; Please do let me know though so I can clear my calendar of other things and give you my undivided attention.”&nbsp; He can’t help but allow his eyes to roam from hers to the luscious body perched so seductively on his desk, if things had been different he would have ravaged her and brought her to climax right there in the class, just as he had the counselor so recently.&nbsp; He knew in his very being that she would indeed cum for him if she availed herself to his subtle touch and lustful endeavors. He rested his gaze back on her lovely face, his thoughts on the hope that his apology would be accepted and the two of them could move on to bigger and better things. "Oh, the timing, I would think that we can get the posing done in a couple of two or three hour sessions."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>04-05-2008, 05:40:47</strong>
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				Alyssia nods as he talks, “If you would have told me that excuse when you first did it would have been ok. But honestly I don’t like to be touched unless I ask you to touch me, it is a sort of rule I have.” Her expression is somber, he can tell that she isn’t joking on this point. Not that she would really honestly mind it if he touched her un-asked, but she knows that she has to keep her position as the dominant one in this, or else she may just loose her edge in the whole game. <br><br>She slides off from his desk as the hour approaches that she must get going before she gets to her first appointment of the night. “I will come by say two pm on Sunday. That way your Saturday and my Friday night are free. So I will see you then, now I must jet I have some things to attend to. Behave yourself Mr. Dawson” she emphasizes the Mr. and turns to leave smoothing down her skirt where it came up in the back showing just a hint of her panties. <br><br>Stephany is leaning on her car waiting. “Well that took you long enough Alyssia.” Alyssia tries not to look annoyed with the prodding, she knows Stephany is just joking. She gives her a bit of a grin. “I just had to set up a date with Mr. Dawson. “ She turns over what she needs to do to prepare for Mr. Garrett. She drops Stephany off at her own house much to the girls disappointment. She wanted to go home with Alyssia today, but she didn’t want to push her too far. <br><br>Alyssia goes home, eats dinner and gets a few chapters of her book done. She does her homework rather quickly. She then changes into a shirt too low for school and a skirt that is a bit more structured so that it hugs her legs. She slips the heals on and heads out the door without evening having to tell her parents where she is going. <br><br>She pulls up in front of Mr. Garrett’s house, she takes a few deep breaths and puts her phone on vibrate and into her purse. She walks up to the door and rings the door bell. She puts a smile on her lips and she waits for him to answer, she is only a little late it is 7:20. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 16:58:18</strong>
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				Mr. Dawson listens to the teen and has to smile as she speaks.&nbsp; Her kindness about the unforgivable groping was just what he needed to hear.&nbsp; He sat silently as she set the time and day of their meeting with a nod, and watched as she pressed her skirt back into place, catching a glimpse of the fine white panties with a groan he felt deep within his very being.&nbsp; As she tells him to behave himself, he has to chuckle and wonder if she truly meant to behave, or to behave as he wanted to, but he said nothing more as she left the class, only sighed as she left his line of sight.<br><br>Mr. Garrett had been a bit nervous about the upcoming special project he had in mind for sweet “Mistress” Alyssia.&nbsp; Throughout the day he had allowed his mind to wander to the devious plans of searching the net with her and finding out if she was indeed as dominant as he thought her to be, and hoped she would be with him.&nbsp; After he completed his duties at school he went home and finished the tidying up process at his place.&nbsp; He set up two computers, side by side, and assured that the links of the two were working properly.&nbsp; In his mind he played over the sites he would have her search, the photos and videos she would be availed to, and the motivation to become his “Mistress’ of domination.&nbsp; The time passed by slowly, but eventually the clock ticked past 7:00 and his anticipation turned to a feeling of distress.&nbsp; The make shift bed/restraint platform was set up and ready for the hoped possibility of use.&nbsp; The cabinet of goodies he had acquired sat closed in waiting for her arrival as he took mental tally…blindfold…fur coated handcuffs…feather and leather whips….hood….restraints….<br><br>He heard the knock at the door jarring him back to the here and now, his heart pounded, his breath coming in pants.&nbsp; He calmed himself and rose to answer it.&nbsp; As he opened the door, there she stood, her appearance was magnificent, he could have hoped for not more than what he saw before him, except perhaps her near nude and wielding a crop.&nbsp; The low cut shirt that revealed enough to drive him mad and the tight fitted skirt he wanted to see her shed of only enhanced his desire.&nbsp; After only a moment of time had really gone by he said “Good evening, Welcome to my home.”&nbsp; He swung the door open farther and beckoned her in with a gesture of pleasantry. “Glad you could make it, I have the monitors set up, and we can begin whenever you’re ready.&nbsp; Are you doing OK this evening?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>12-05-2008, 00:02:01</strong>
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				Alyssia smiles “Thank you for inviting me, I am ready to start.” she begins to walk towards where he has the computers set up, not seeming to even care that she is a guest in his house. She moves quite easily through it. “I am doing fine, how about yourself?” she turns and looks at him and gives him a smile as he answers. She pulls out her own chair and sits down her legs automatically crossing. Her eyes wandering over his face, she can sense that he is almost intimidated by her. She plans to use that to her full advantage. <br><br>Even the way she sits is meant to make him feel uncomfortable, since her breasts are almost popping out of her shirt when she leans over at all. She keeps her back pretty strait and her eyes glued to him, giving him the attention that she never would in class. In her mind she can almost see him begging her to let him just touch her. Not even for release for himself but for him to bring her to her release. The thought brings a soft smile to her lips. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 03:47:06</strong>
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				He gazes intently at the teen as she walks towards the computer stations; his mind cannot help but think things that are both deviant and luscious.&nbsp; The sway of her hips and the finely shaped derriere almost more than even a blind man could ignore.&nbsp; He follows along behind her and as she responds to his casual inquiry he answers “I’m doing pretty well, I appreciate you giving me enough time to clean up the disarray *chuckle* I’m not much of a housekeeper and frankly I don’t get a whole lot of company.”<br><br>As he steps behind her to take his seat he looks over her shoulder and shudders at the sight of the finely developed cleavage abounding from the front of her low cut shirt.&nbsp; He turns at her left shoulder and lays his hand gently on it being careful not to touch anything he shouldn’t and lowers himself to his seat beside her.&nbsp; He naturally takes his hand from her as he gets seated and turns to face her in the awkward situation.&nbsp; His eyes glisten with what she hopefully will think is lustful desire, but in his mind he would have her tie him down and do unspeakably delightful things to him right then and there.&nbsp; He smiles in a friendly manner and says “Well, let’s begin then. You’re no ‘virgin’ to the use of the net, I have already logged in, and so we won’t need to go through that process.&nbsp; I would like you to do a search for “erotic short stories” and find what is offered.&nbsp; I’ll follow along on the other modem, they are linked, so go as fast or slow as you need to.”<br><br>With that having been said he leans back and watches her to see how well she performs the basic task.&nbsp; His mind wandering constantly, his desire to do more than sit next to her becoming more and more obvious by the bulge growing steadily in the khaki slacks he has chosen to wear.&nbsp; He feels his arousal and shifts, crossing his left leg over the right to hopefully prevent her from noticing his dilemma, at least not yet anyway.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 20:44:44</strong>
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				Alyssia smiles “Well you know, your home is your castle and you should always be ready for unexpected visitors.” Her tone is light but her expression is somber, she personally thinks a house should always be clean and ready for anything. This is probably the reason he is still single. <br><br>She performs the simple task quickly. She is online a lot so it only takes a couple minutes for her to get to a list of websites that are listed as erotic short stories. “Ok, do you have a certain website in mind for me to look at?” She looks over at him, she can clearly tell he is some what uncomfortable. The man hardly ever crossed his legs. Her foot moves over to his leg and rubs against it slowly, in a very absentminded way. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 00:43:16</strong>
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				When her reply insinuates that his home is less than clean at times he feels the blood drain from his face.&nbsp; He knows full well that he is often too preoccupied with the workings of a computer and the many sites he visits to even care about whether it is or not.&nbsp; But, since he feels so drawn to the beauty beside him, thinks he should make light of it and not be critical of her statement. “I agree; I probably spend way too much time working to be a neat freak with the house.&nbsp; It’s never really dirty, just a bit jumbled at times, especially when I have so many papers to grade and such.”<br><br>He watches both his monitor and Alyssia herself as she nimbly works the search mode to locate the list of sites offering what he has asked her to.&nbsp; With a smile he says “Well done, not really…”&nbsp; He thinks carefully about his plan, but dares not go too quickly to it and starts to continue as her foot touches his leg with the electricity of a deliberate suggestion. He makes no move to stop her touch, but also makes no move to encourage more; he wants to be certain that the lines crossed tonight are mutually agreeable.&nbsp; “I am not sure just how far we should pursue this line of search, but so long as you’re not offended, find one that offers both literary and visuals of, *pause* oh say, Dominant/Submissive interests.&nbsp; I believe some refer to it as ‘BDSM’.”&nbsp; He watches for a change in expression to see if she is willing to be guided down the dark paths of this search, hoping that she indeed is willing, or even more, willing to guide him down the path of being her submissive.&nbsp; <br><br>"Feel free to ask questions if that isn't an area you are yet familiar with, or if you are, then 'take charge', as it were."&nbsp; He smiles slyly knowing that one way or the other she will have to respond as to her persoal thoughts on the fettish he is guiding her towards.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 06:51:19</strong>
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				Alyssia, looks over the websites that are listed, her foot still rubbing against his leg slowly. She doesn’t even seem to realize she is doing it, scrolling along the sites she finds a few that have the bdsm, she finds one that sounds rather heavy into that. She can just imagine that is what Mr. Garrett is in to. She clicks on the website and opens it up. There are many stories there that have what Mr. Garrett told her to look for. There are also pictures of people tied up, and in various different submissive and dominant positions. <br><br>She looks over a few of the intros to the stories before she finds one that seems like it will be good, she clicks it and begins to read, there are pictures on the side showing some of what the people are doing in the story. “I am not offended. So what do you want me to do with the stories after I have found some good ones?” She smiles at him as she looks over while she awaits further instructions. She almost giggles as she thinks she has a clue of where he is trying to lead her. She will let him, what is the harm in her getting him to submit to her. He would apparently be able to see that she isn’t the type to submit to anyone. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 11:56:16</strong>
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				He smiles as he watches her navigate through the listings of various sites, noting that she pauses to read the ones that state the fetish of BDSM in the intro lines.&nbsp; She is a smart one; she’s following his direction perfectly, knowing that her grade depends on just how well she performs the tasks he assigns. He gets a bit more aroused as her foot continues to rub gently across his leg, he wonders if she is even conscious of it, or if it is indeed intentional.&nbsp; His hope is of course that she means to do it; he knows that she is self assured enough to be in control at all times and not just have random things like that happen.<br><br>“I’m glad that this task doesn’t offend you Alyssia, I thought that it might be something worthy of the way you take charge.”&nbsp; He chuckles softly and continues “This is an interesting study of people and the personalities they exhibit.&nbsp; I have studied the habits of dominant and submissive personalities for quite a while, and find it fascinating.&nbsp; I must confess, though I think you would, if so inclined, fall into the dominant side of this lifestyle choice, while I on the other hand am more submissive in nature.”&nbsp; He pauses, figuring that she’ll begin to get the idea very quickly as to where he wants this assignment to go, hoping that she’ll take charge of him at some time this evening.&nbsp; “I don’t mean to pry, but if I may ask, have you ever explored such a path?”<br><br>He isn’t sure he should have been quite so bold to just come out and ask, so during the moment between his question and her reply he adds “I’d like for you to accumulate a file of the submissive role tendencies, dominant role tendencies, and photo or video examples of each.&nbsp; If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask, or if you want to discuss any part of it, that is fine too.”&nbsp; He uncrosses his legs and leans towards the desk, as it puts him a bit closer to her as well.&nbsp; The leg she has been caressing with her foot moves more toward her increasing the pressure of the touch encouraging his already swollen phallus to become even moreso.&nbsp; If she had looked down she would have seen more than enough to know his intentions.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 22:27:00</strong>
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				Alyssia smiles as he finally gets to his point. She knew that he wanted something more from this project then he was letting on. She smiles at him “I have played around a bit with what you are speaking of. You are quite right, I am a very dominant person, I don’t like to be controlled.” Her foot creeps up to his knee and back down. She still doesn’t pay much attention to the motions, her foot will lay still for several seconds until she gets into something and she will begin running it along his leg once again. <br><br>She makes two folders and names one ‘dominant’ and the other ‘submissive’ she begins putting different pictures into the files. She then moves back out to her search page and looks for video, she clicks into a few web sites and puts different video’s into the submissive and dominant files. She works efficiently and quickly. “Do you want any of the stories in the files?” She smiles over at him even as she expands her search some her fingers just flying over the keyboard without looking at it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 14:11:22</strong>
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				He smiles warmly as she confides that she has ‘played around’ in the areas of question.&nbsp; He feels sure that before all is said and done with the assignment she will indeed be his dominating lust provider. “Thank you for being so open and honest with me Alyssia, it is indeed refreshing to know that there are still some who believe that is the best path to get anywhere in life these days.”<br><br>He watches as her fingers fly across the keyboard and bring forth the images of sexually explicit scenes and files them neatly into one or the other of the files.&nbsp; She is certainly more adept than her current grades would show, and wonders as to the ‘why’ she doesn’t at least make the effort on a regular basis to apply her skills, but he feels that may be way too personal for the tasks at hand.&nbsp; As she asks as to whether to include the stories into the files or not he chuckles and replies “Well, I don’t guess you need include the entire text of each story, more what I was wanting was a ‘do’s and don’ts list for each type.&nbsp; That may require a bit more than a casual look at them, even some discussion of preferences as to whether bondage should be with leather or silk, whips that are braided or tasseled.”&nbsp; He pauses to reflect on just what it is he would prefer for a moment and then says “I guess what I am asking is simply ‘If say, you and I, were to enter the world of dominant/submissive, bondage and discipline or sado-masochism’ what would you do, where would <strong>your</strong> interests lie?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 03:28:40</strong>
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				Alyssia stops typing for a few seconds, she nods slowly but a slightly confused look on her face she turns to him. “Now do you want the examples in a word document, or would you rather discuss them? I mean I could make you a outline of things that I consider dominant, and like, and then another of submissive examples. But Honestly that seems a little tedious. I know how to copy and paste.” She smiles slightly as her foot runs along the back of his calf. “But if we discussed it out loud.. I would tell you that I like it when someone won’t look in my eyes because it shows respect. I have no problem using a leather whip, or leather restraints. Silk is for people who like to ‘play’ at bondage. Leather or metal are for the people who really know what they are doing. Although I myself prefer the leather because of the way it feels against the skin.” She moves so that her fingers trail up his hand slowly. “But if you want I can put that all down on a text document.” She doesn’t let her emotion play across her face. She keeps it rather blank as she looks at him. Wondering what is going on in his head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>19-05-2008, 11:32:49</strong>
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				He is surprised that she hasn’t noticed the trembling muscles of his leg as her foot caresses in unconsciously, and amazed that she either hasn’t noticed or reacted to the aroused state of his semi erect nine inch cock still hidden within the leg of his trousers, but then, she may just not be interested in a man almost a decade her senior.&nbsp; He sighs inwardly, but then as she stops typing and turns to face him he eagerly listens to what she has to say.<br><br>“I agree, you seem to have the skills down pat enough to copy and paste all day, and that would serve no purpose at all.&nbsp; So, yes, we should discuss the subject and see just what it is that should be put in its proper place.”&nbsp; He hopes that he can persuade her to do much more than discuss the lustful ventures, and thinks about what she has just said. “You say that you ‘like it when someone <strong>won’t</strong> look into your eyes because it shows respect’?&nbsp; That seems rather strange to me, in a traditional sense looking into someone’s eyes shows both honesty and interest in the other person and what they have to say.&nbsp; But, if that is how you feel, then consider it my respect for you as I lower my gaze.”&nbsp; With that he continues his inquiries looking at her abdomen and chest as her nails run across his flesh giving him Goosebumps of excitement.<br><br>“In terms of what I’d like to see during this assignment, I’d like it to be personal, private, and intimate.&nbsp; Perhaps for the sake of actually doing the assignment we could act out the role play of you being my dominant ‘Mistress’ and I your 'subservient'.&nbsp; I know that would entail physical interaction, but you asked what it is that I want, and …well….ummm…I really want you to make me your toy, and do with me as you will.”&nbsp; With that he pushes his chair back and opens the desk drawer by his right knee.&nbsp; He retrieves a leather collar and leash as he kneels beside her and without looking at her face holds them up offering them to her.&nbsp; “Please Mistress Alyssia, do with me what you may, I am but your humble servant.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 08:52:09</strong>
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				“I think it shows respect in the sense that kings and queens of the past used to make people bow and advert their eyes. Respect for the highest power, knowing that they were not worthy of looking into the eyes of their majesty because the eyes are the window to the soul.” As he lowers her gaze, she feels a wave of chilling power rise in her. She takes a deep breath to clam herself down. It would not be right for her to loose face now, not when she had him where she wanted him. <br><br>“I think that you will then enjoy how this assignment is going to turn out. It isn’t as if I really care if you enjoy it or not, since you are now my slave.” She takes the collar and puts it around his neck tightening it so that he still has room to breathe. She attaches the leash, running the leather through her finger, loving the feel of it against her skin. “You have too many clothes on, take your shirt off. Do you have any instruments that I will use on you?”<br><br>She wonders if she can get him to the point where he will even show his submission to her in school, the plans to get him there start to turn in her head. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 13:23:47</strong>
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				He remains kneeling by her seated figure, close enough to feel the building excitement emanating from her as she takes the collar and places it on him.&nbsp; He knows that she will indeed take on the role of his dominating mistress, someone to lead him, someone to take him to levels of satisfaction he so wants to know with her.<br><br>He leans towards her and lays the side of his face on her thigh; much like a puppy would to get some approval or attention. “Yes Mistress” he says in a low submissive voice “I will enjoy whatever you guide me to do; I will behave as you wish.&nbsp; May I call you ‘Mistress’, or is there another name you would prefer?” As she asks whether there are instruments she will use on him his heart pounds with anticipation; he rises up and unbuttons his shirt and removes it tossing it under her chair, and then returns to the position of his face on her thigh.&nbsp; The air of the room is not cold, but the chill of excitement brings his nipples to tightened little buttons of hardened points on his pale torso.&nbsp; He is glad that he had always maintained his exercise program, the muscles of his chest are chiseled and his abs ripple with the distinct ‘six pack’ look so unexpected on a computer geek.&nbsp; The scent of her fills his nostrils and he cannot help it as his phallus takes on a full fledged erect condition, almost painful, but exquisite to the senses.&nbsp; “Yes Mistress, I have some toys that you might enjoy using, they are in a special cabinet in the bed room.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>21-05-2008, 06:26:42</strong>
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				As his face rests against her thigh, he may be able to feel it tremble in anticipation of what is surly to come. She has only played around at being dominant and the thought of controlling someone completely arouses her immensely. Her stomach trembles as she realizes that he has planned most of this out. What a good little pet anticipating her reactions and preparing, not that she didn’t know by the sudden bringing out of the collar and leash, but having other things all done up for her made her feel even more powerful. <br><br>“You will call me mistress. “ she watches his reactions, feeling pleased by the way he is acting. She continues to stroke the leather between her fingers. “Then show me there, and you will crawl on your hands and knees on the way there” She considers petting him, but she decides against it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>22-05-2008, 13:26:09</strong>
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				He leaves his face lying against the fine soft flesh of her thigh as she speaks to him with a grin of satisfaction that she will indeed be his dominatrix, at least for this evening, though he hopes for many more times greedily.&nbsp; If he can just live up to her expectations, he is certain of it.&nbsp; His reply to what he should call her pleases him no end and he replies “Yes Mistress”<br><br>As she commands him to show her the cabinet with the toys and such, and do so by crawling on hands and knees his enlarged penis gets even harder with anticipation of what she might do for and to him in the bedroom.&nbsp; Without looking her in the eye as he normally would have with anyone else he says “I will take you there Mistress and happily show you what there is to offer.”&nbsp; He turns his face as he goes to move away and quickly presses his lips to her thigh just below the hem of her nicely short skirt in a gesture of boldness, hoping that she won’t punish him too severely for the act; but knowing that if that is her will to discipline him he will love every moment of whatever she does.<br><br>Without really getting up, more turning to the side as his head passes her waist he lowers his hands to the floor and begins to crawl.&nbsp; He knows that she will follow along and probably watch him, so is sure to sway his narrow hips and muscled butt as he moves behind her and goes towards the other room. It is rather uncomfortable to crawl with his erection so firm and plastered within the confines of his pants, but he feels sure that soon she will have him undress and relieve the constraint.&nbsp; He is about to the length of the leash before he turns his head to be certain she is going to follow, and pauses, not sure he wants to pull at the leash; that would be pushy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>23-05-2008, 23:30:09</strong>
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				As he kisses her thigh she takes the end of the leash and whips his back with it harshly, letting the leather crack on his flesh. “You were not given permission to touch me with your mouth or anything else. Apologize!” She tugs the leash to show she is serious. She frowns as he becomes too bold, she will not have her servant doing things that he isn’t allowed to do. <br><br>She watches his ass wiggle as he moves towards the bed room, she keeps her pace slow and if he tugs at all she tugs him back, she follows him keeping her movements slow, knowing that he must be uncomfortable. As they get to the bed room she still has the leash and she sits on his bed crossing her legs. She leans down and unhooks the leash “I want you to go to where you have the toys hidden and pick out your favorite ones and present them at my feet. Then ask me nicely to use them on you.” <br><br>She doesn’t smile, she has a rather stern look on her face as she gives her orders, taking her hands and folding them in her lap, she keeps the leash besides her, just incase she has to use it on him again for disobedience. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 01:16:46</strong>
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				He is surprised at the severity of the crack of the leather leash across his back; he cringed at the feeling, but loved it at the same time.&nbsp; He had been involved with other dominant females, but none had ever let fly a blow such as she did without some warning, and he felt sure that he had done something drastically wrong with his bold kiss on her thigh.&nbsp; He turned his head when he had reached the end of the leash and said “I am sorry Mistress, I truly only meant the gesture as a thank you for becoming my master, it will not happen again without your blessings or request.”<br><br>He crawled slowly to the bedroom, making sure that his buttocks gave off the impression of a willing slave, wanting her to notice just how shapely it was, and how much he wanted to be at her beck and call.&nbsp; When they reached the bedroom she unhooked the lease and remained sitting on the bed, even though he gazed in her direction as she spoke he wasn’t close enough to catch a glimpse of the finery between her thighs.&nbsp; He followed her instructions and crawled to the fine walnut armoire and opened both doors so that she could see in if she had a notion to.&nbsp; He thought about what to take and show her as his favorites, and quickly picked out a hooded mask that would blind him from seeing her thinking that might please her.&nbsp; Next he brought forth a pair of hand cuffs to bind him with and a pair of leg bindings as well both of fine strong leather.&nbsp; He thought frantically as to what else she and he as well, would enjoy the use of and opened a drawer at the bottom of the cabinet and got out a fine vibrating butt plug just in case she wanted to employ that as she had her way with him.<br><br>He picked up the items and carried them in one hand while crawling with the other until he got near enough to her feet to lay them out before her.&nbsp; “I have chosen these implements Mistress; I can hope that they will be to your liking.&nbsp; There are bindings at each corner of the bed if you feel them necessary.&nbsp; If there are other items you would care to employ simply say so, I will fetch them for you.”&nbsp; With that he sits on his feet and looks blankly towards her taking care not to look into her face or eyes, so instead focuses on her abdomen in hopes of a glance at the fine panty covered pussy she must surely have.&nbsp; He then bows his head and awaits her response to his choices.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 04:46:40</strong>
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				She watches as he continues to crawl, mmm what a good pet, she feels so powerful almost drunk off from getting a grown man to crawl around like a dog. Her breath quickens and she has to resist reaching down and touching herself as he brings everything over and sets it before her. She looks over everything he brought, making sure to keep the pleasure off from her face, as she reaches down and pets him softly. “Nice selections, do you not bring your mistress a proper whip? Do you not think you deserve punishment when you have done something I am not pleased with?” She looks over him as she says this. <br><br>She gets off from the bed and picks up the toys putting them on the edge of the bed. She especially likes the fact that he brought her a butt plug. She figured he would like something like that. She waits for him to fetch her a proper whip before she will go any further. She taps her foot a bit impatiently as she waits, he is in for a long night. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>24-05-2008, 17:53:05</strong>
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				Sitting back on his heels he thinks over what he has brought for her and what she may do with the restraints, his body quivers with anticipation, but he attempts to not let his anxiousness show outwardly.&nbsp; <br><br>As she speaks he doesn’t raise his head, she has already told him not to look into her eyes, and so he obeys her command willingly and gazes blankly at her feet and shins.&nbsp; “Yes Mistress, I will fetch a proper whip for you, though I am in hopes that I will not displease you in any way.”<br><br>He catches a glimpse of her getting up from the bed and raises his head just enough to see her pick up the playthings and turn to put them on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; That one quick moment of seeing her wonderfully shaped buttocks as she leaned over to place them there excited him, and he could feel the fabric of his boxer shorts constrain his swollen cock. He turns and crawls back to the cabinet, he must stand to retrieve it, and so facing away from her he does so and grasps the long thick handle of the instrument of his choice, a wonderfully supple leather-cat-of-nine-tails with tendrils about a foot in length.&nbsp; He reaches down with his free hand and makes an adjustment of his boxers and engorged penis while still facing away from her, hoping she wouldn’t see him do so, surely that would bring about punishment, but his discomfort was extreme, as was the thickness of his meat. He turns and faces his Mistress and lowers himself back to the floor to crawl back to her side, placing the handle of the whip in his teeth to carry it as any pet would do.&nbsp; He knew that as he turned his swollen cock would be totally visible laying half way down his pant leg, a thickened bulge that was all too obvious, but pride overtook him, he wanted her to see and know that she aroused him, so why not let her notice the nine inch bulge, after all he was sure that she would at some point want to do special things with it.&nbsp; He chuckled silently as he crawled back to her, and when he arrived he again sat on his heels and took the whip from his mouth and offered it to her with both hands outstretched, his head bowed in reverent honor.&nbsp; “Will this one suffice Mistress?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 07:52:35</strong>
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				She watches him crawl back to her, not mad that he adjusted himself with in his constraints. She could tell how uncomfortable he was and took a small mercy in this. She really can't beleive how large he is, her nipples strain against her shirt as she knows it is going to feel wonderful once she lets him inside of her. She takes the whip and nods. “This one will suffice.” Tapping it in her hand gently she begins to ponder what she should do to him first. “Stand and take off your clothing. It no longer amuses me.”<br><br>She picks up the hand cuffs and as soon as he has gotten his clothing off she moves behind him inspecting every inch of his body. She moves the whip along his back as she moves, letting him feel the coolness of the leather along his warm skin. She moves around the front trailing the whip along his chest to his stomach to his pubic line then back up slowly. <br><br>She then sits back on the bed. “Get on the bed lay down for me. Your hands above your head.” When he lays down, she takes the hood and yanks it over his head. She zips it up making sure it is on right, and taking some care not to get any of his hair in the zipper. She cuffs his hands and looks over him her hand traveling along the line of his torso to his hips. “Spread your legs.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 13:12:33</strong>
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				He feels her take the whip from his hands and can’t help but wonder what his wonderful Mistress has in mind for him.&nbsp; As she says that “it will suffice” he can’t help but grin with anticipation of the tortures he will endure with painfully erotic enjoyment, but hopes that she will not only inflict pain but pleasure as well.&nbsp; He steels a glance up at her torso and sees the hardened state of her nipples showing so seductively through the fabric of her shirt and quickly bows his head again to avoid looking anywhere near her eyes.<br><br>A smile of indulgent glee crosses his face as she instructs him to stand and disrobe, he wonders just how he will accomplish doing so without wanting to gaze at her face to watch her expression as he does, but thinks he may be able to steal a glance if she is distracted enough by his engorged circumcised manhood.&nbsp; So, he stands, facing his Mistress, but with his head bowed in honor of her request and says “Yes Mistress.” He easily kicks off his loafers; fortunately he isn’t wearing socks, so all that remains to remove is the khaki trousers and boxer shorts.&nbsp; His gaze is fixed on her breasts and the upper part of her chest through half closed eyes, still in hopes of seeing her reaction.&nbsp; He reaches down with both hands and unbuttons the trousers and unzips them methodically, not slow, but not in haste either.&nbsp; He then pushes them from his hips and lets them fall to the floor about his feet.&nbsp; Using each foot in succession to hold the fabric of the other pant leg he pulls the legs from his form.&nbsp; His plain colored navy blue boxers have a nice tent formed across his hip from the enclosed erection; he is sure she will be in her glory as he finally reveals it to her so slips a thumb of each hand into the elastic and pushes them over his hips.&nbsp; As they reach the point just past his cock it springs forth in a move best described as ‘strong and firm resolve’ and remains at a slight upward angle from&nbsp; horizontal as he pushes the boxers enough to allow them to drop to the floor as well.&nbsp; He sees her glance down and looks at her eyes, and smiles at the degree of sparkle and shimmer of excitement he can see in that all too brief moment.&nbsp; He again bows his head as she stands up to circle and survey her new slave.<br><br>His body quivers at the touch of the whip as she trails it across his back; his abdomen trembles as she traces it across his chest and down to his pubic mound, his erection jumps from shear reaction to his excitement as it trails back up to his chest.&nbsp; As she sits back down and gives him direction he again only replies “Yes Mistress” and moves to the bed, crawling onto it from the end.&nbsp; She was a magnificent master, and knew just how to best peek his arousal, evidenced by the engorged purple head atop his thick shaft.&nbsp; As he lies down on his back he can feel the weight of her body move, but he has closed his eyes not wanting her to think him insolent should he happen to catch a glimpse of her eyes and make contact.&nbsp; He gently raises his hands above his head with his arms outstretched to receive the handcuffs she has taken up to bind him with, his erection begins to have joyous spasms and gently bounces up and down from his belly as she pulls the hood over his head and zips it closed.&nbsp; From within the hood had she been able to see it, she could have seen the immensity of his grin when she applied the cuffs to his wrists.<br><br>He felt her hand as it found its way down his torso to his hips and shuddered at the anticipation of the next move, wondering if it were to be pain or pleasure.&nbsp; As she gave her instruction to part his legs he did so quickly and again replied “Yes Mistress. Have I pleased you?”, though it was muffled by the leather of the hood and the small size of the opening for him to breathe through.&nbsp; His body was ready for her to take him in what ever manner she wanted to, he hoped for the pleasure of feeling her body against his, her lips around his manhood, or even her fine vagina as it took the length of him into it, but was certain that given this open ended opportunity to do normally unspeakable things to one of her teachers she would avail herself to the pleasures of inflicting at least some pain first.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 02:30:13</strong>
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				She looks over him for several seconds as he lays there not being able to see what she is about to do to him. “Yes I am pleased.” She runs the whip up his thigh gently then lets out a gentle lash to the soft tender flesh. Before he can recover, she moves it up the other thigh and does the same. Becoming even more excited at the thought she could just tie him up and leave him there, get him to this point then just leave him.<br><br>Letting the tendrils of the whip run gently up and over the length of his cock she watches his bodies reactions to her administration, avoiding the temptation to just plunge that large cock inside of her. Moving the whip up his torso to his stomach she lets a gentle lash on his abs. She makes sure his arms don’t try to come down, she figures she could tie them to the bed if she has to but she wants to see how well he tolerates this first. <br><br>“Mmm you are so hard for me slave” she bends over him her hair can be felt on his stomach as she lets out a soft breath of hot air over the hardened length. Moving up till she is at the tip, she then lets her tongue flick over him, her fingers moving so that she can grab the butt plug. Not yet doing anything with it, “Where do you keep your lubricant slave?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 13:05:37</strong>
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				The grin within the hood is invisible to his lovely Mistress, but a smile of consequence is felt by her newfound toy and slave as she says she is pleased.&nbsp; He feels the supple leather as it courses up his thigh towards his manhood, and then just as quickly strikes him with the many tendrils of the lash, not so bad or too hard he thinks and quivers with anticipation as it again traverses the other thigh’s tender flesh and again cracks teasingly <br>on his skin with just enough pressure to be a pleasurable pain.&nbsp; With each gentle pass of the whip across his flesh his abdomen flexes tighter, his thick cock twitches involuntarily in a reaction to her provocative actions and he gasps with the crack of the whip each time, the last falling on his abdomen.<br><br>Other than the purely physical reactions to her moves he remains calm and still with all she has done, but his mind has recalled that he forgot to agree on a safety word should things go farther than he, or she for that matter, would care for it to.&nbsp; The thought is short lived as he feels the brush of her hair and warm breath from her luscious lips cascading onto his abdomen and fertile shaft.&nbsp; He must answer her, but the sensations of her tongue as it flicks deliciously across his wanton pole bring forth the first glistening droplet of pre-cum to the slit of the engorged bulbous head and he groans in delight as his muscles tighten in natural reflex.<br><br>“Mistress, you are indeed kind and compassionate of my needs.&nbsp; I have need to tell you that you have brought me so delicious a pleasure and I do not want you to stop, but I need to give you the safety word in case either of us should want this encounter to slow its events.&nbsp; The word I choose is “bandana” as it is not one I would normally say, and is easily recalled.”&nbsp; <br><br>He pauses as he reflects on her question and then answers in the same muffled voice through the hood; “The lubricants are in the same cabinet Mistress, you will find an assortment in the left hand drawer at the bottom.&nbsp; There is also a selection of condoms if you feel them necessary. You are a kind and gentle Mistress, and I thank you for that.”&nbsp; He wants so desperately to feel the lovely tongue cross his engorged cock again, or the inner beauties of her canal as she impales herself onto it, but asks nothing of her, knowing she will give him all he desires if he is deemed worthy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 02:10:23</strong>
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				She grins as she moves away from him, since he can not see her now she feels free to show her emotions. “I will remember your safety word slave, although you might receive harsh punishments for the use of it.” Wandering over to the cabinet, she picks up the lube that she requires. She also grabs a condom incase she decides to use it, she does believe in safe sex but she is on the pill so she isn’t too worried about pregnancy. <br><br>She returns letting her hair fall down on his thighs as her breath moves back over the waiting exposed member. Her fingers move in-between his thighs to his back entrance and her finger runs along the tight bud slowly as she lets her tongue flick over the head of his cock taking away the drops of pre-cum. <br><br>She then puts a couple drops of lube on the tips of her fingers and presses them to his rectum. Her first finger sliding in slowly, “Does this please you slave? Do you like the feel of your tight ass being toyed with?” she licks up his shaft, nibbling slowly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 06:34:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He feels it as she rises from the bed and can hear her breathy words as she speaks, to him it seems as though she is excited by the controls she has over him, and this is exactly what he has hoped would happen.&nbsp; For he knows that the more control he relinquishes to her, the more joy she can bring forth for them both.&nbsp; He hears it as the drawer of the cabinet opens and closes and can all but feel it as she returns even before she actually gets close enough to sense in a real way.&nbsp; Being blinded by the hood his hearing and sense of smell have enhanced themselves to a fine faulted height.&nbsp; When he feels her close enough to hear him speak through the hood he says “I will surely not need use the safety word Mistress, for you are indeed kind and generous.”<br><br>As she moves back on to the bed he can feel the locks of her wonderfully taunting hair as they again cross his flesh, causing a spasm of profound movement in his still rock hard penis, it bounds up and down as if being dribbled like a basketball by some invisible force.&nbsp; As her fingers find their way between his legs and pass over and around his sphincter he quivers with even more enthusiasm, and then her tongue once again blesses his phallus to lick away the glistening droplet of his seed.&nbsp; He can smell the scent of the lubricant she has chosen and smiles fully inside the hood, though she cannot see how much she has pleased him in his eyes or expression he knows she aware of all that she brought him. He groans as her finger penetrates his anus and his legs involuntarily spread wider to allow her better access to it and then he lifts his knees a few inches from the bed to allow even more of her offerings.&nbsp; He moans out a reply “Yesss Mistress, yes...please continue, it is very…. uh…. uhhh…. enjoyable” in a breathy gasping voice almost a whisper from within the leather hood.&nbsp; He can feel his heart pound as its rate increases with each passing moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 01:51:28</strong>
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				She loves his bodies reactions, she can feel how moist she is at her center. Her little slave is turning out better then she imagined this lesson would go. She was almost thinking that she would have to slap away his pawing hands all night. She presses a second finger into his tight channel slipping them up to the second knuckle to prepare him for insertion of the plug. <br><br>Her mouth continues to move over his hard manhood, her tongue running over him to the head then leaving his hard phallus and runs up his stomach to his nipples, flicking her tongue over each one of them. From here he could smell the sent of her light perfume. “Tell me slave, what would you like me to do with the hard member that is so pleasantly responding to my every move? If you beg well enough I might just do it to you.” Her fingers continue in a slow rhythm. Her other hand grabbing he but plug, the sound of lube squirting can be heard as she puts a nice dab on the end of it. <br><br>Removing her fingers slowly she then places the head of the plug to him, pressing in slowly and steadily. Her mouth working its way back down to his length with small deliberate kisses and tongue lashings.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>31-05-2008, 17:37:26</strong>
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				He is in that erotic place called heavenly as she inserts the second finger into his rear entry and quivers with all of the pleasures given by the touch of her fingertips to the all too sensitive prostate.&nbsp; His erection dances with glee at the motions of her mouth teasing so tauntingly at his manhood and then chest and nipples.&nbsp; He couldn’t help but to groan with the agonizing temptations of wanting her to take him fully and bring him to climax, but he felt that in time she would need his body as much as he desired hers.<br><br>As she made her request of what he would have her do with his swollen member his mind raced as to find the correct answer, one that would not only bring him to the climax he so wanted to release, but to give her the satisfactions she so deserved as well.&nbsp; He made a decision and answered with gasping breath from beneath the hood “Mistress, I would have you do whatever will bring you the most satisfaction.&nbsp; If it your choice to take my small offering into your mouth it would delight me, but if you would choose to feel its glory in your fine wet canal, that too would bring me delights untold.&nbsp; If it is your choice to now insert and turn on the vibrating plug, bind and whip me to bring yourself to glorious climax, then so be it, I am at your biding and your servant to give what my meager body can provide you for enjoyment.&nbsp; Any of these things and more will bring me to fulfillment.”<br><br>Pleased with his answer he rests easy in the knowledge that she will know best what she needs to get off and feels sure that she will bring him to the ultimate climax in the process, since she has not yet failed to provide him with the pleasures he had hoped for.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 07:25:02</strong>
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				As the plug bottoms out she flicks on the vibration and makes sure that it isn’t going to fall out. She moves her fingers up his legs to his hips as she runs her tongue along the head of his member slowly, considering what she wants to do to his body. Being so aroused it was just too tempting to jump onto him and ride him out to her own orgasm. She considers then moves to straddle him. <br><br>Her fingers run up his sides her nails digging in lightly just enough to cause red marks along his torso as she sits over top of him, her sex hovering just above his manhood. She runs her fingers to his nipples and pinches them roughly but not enough to cause too much pain. <br><br>“I am thinking that I might like to get off tonight, and you seem so willing to help me with that.” Her hips move slightly so the head of him rubs along her slippery slit, but does not move to her entrance rather brushes against her clit. She bends over so that her arms can hold his bound ones as her hips move tauntingly against his thick member. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 06:40:59</strong>
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				His body quivers with the insertion of the plug into his tight round anus.&nbsp; The lead portion rests gently against his prostate bring his erection to even fuller proportions and as she turns on the vibrator he groans with anticipation of a glorious climax that will be his , and hopefully hers as well.&nbsp; “Oh Mistress, you are so grand to me, you give so much pleasure, I pray you take some for yourself in the process of fulfilling me.”&nbsp; Again he groans in ecstasy as the vibrator continues to fill him with joy.<br><br>As her fingernails run up his torso he can feel her bare thighs hovering above him, her heat so near to his own he can feel the radiance of the as they near each other.&nbsp; She pinches his nipples and he yelps with the quickness of the alluring pain and pleasure.&nbsp; He hears her give light to what she wants, go figure, she wants what they both do, an orgasm of insurmountable proportions.&nbsp; Her hands hold his arms in place as she leans over him and as he feels the petals of her fine flower caress his tool his body involuntarily flexes raising his hips and his bulbous head slips between the petals and into the inner part of her lush wet flower.&nbsp; He had not tried to do so, but his body was so wracked with need that it had a purpose of its own; fortunately he had stopped it before it plunged head long into the depths of her canal.&nbsp; “Oh yes Mistress, have me, take me for what you want, and let us come together in floods of glorious proportions.&nbsp; I beg of you Mistress, Take me into your warmth, into the very depths of your body and use me for your own lustful pleasures, oh please fuck me hard with all the energy you have in you and bring us both to a glorious climax” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 07:53:01</strong>
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				As he moves her fingers clench harder on his arms and she lifts her self away from his pulsing member. “Anxious aren’t we....” lifting her right hand off from his arm, she grips the whip and twists her torso so that he can feel it against his outer thigh. “Maybe I shouldn’t even give you release. You are too eager for it...”<br><br>She shifts and begins to get off from him her thigh brushing against his stomach as she climbs off from him. She is still kneeling beside him, her fingers moving back down to his member brushing around his pubic region rather then touching him. <br><br>“Mmmm you ask very nicely. That is what I like to hear.” She moves back over him hovering over him before letting the head of his phallus slip between her lips and into her slick tight hole, stretching her nice and wide. As she inserts him her hips begin to twist slowly rotating left and right as she slides down his pole. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 13:50:24</strong>
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				His body tightens as she pulls herself away, frightened that he has said too much, asked for something she did not wish to give.&nbsp; His fear of the whip made his body tremble with excited anxiousness, he knew that if she felt the need to she could indeed cause severe pain, but he also looked forward to the excruciating pleasures of that as well, though he would certainly rather had her fuck him without mercy.&nbsp; <br><br>He listens to all of her words, carefully measuring the tones of her voice.&nbsp; He feels the whip as it crosses his thigh and quivers in preparation for its seductive pain.&nbsp; As she threatens not giving him release he groans out his disapproval saying “Mistress, I have been too eager, and am not worthy of your pleasures it seems; I am but a man and you are but wonderful in your ways of powerful seduction. I wish only to have your satisfactions Mistress, if mine be not availed to me, then so be it as long as yours are sated.”<br><br>He smiles from within the hood and his tension eases a bit as she approves of his words of request and feels her body again move over his.&nbsp; He again quivers with anticipation as her wet folds allow him entrance to the flower of her loins and then beyond and into the wet slick hole of glorious tight muscles as they surround his shaft.&nbsp; Her movements are seductively well defined as she rotates herself on his manhood, deepening its penetration with each twisting push.&nbsp; So tight it seems to his swollen member, so lush in all that the wet canal brings to him.&nbsp; He lays still for her to be able to take him as she wants to, but his body soon gives in to the urges her engulfing pussy provide and his hips move slowly upward to meet her, offer more of his large tool for her pleasure.&nbsp; He groans as she takes him in “Oh Mistress, you are so wonderfully kind to your slave, take what you need of me to bring yourself joy.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 00:31:22</strong>
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				As she is finally rested on, his large member she quavers around his shaft not being able to stifle the reactions of her body to the pleasure she feels as he is buried deep inside of her. Her movements are slow and deliberate to feel every inch of his member sliding in and out of her channel. “I warn you that if you become too eager I will deny you your release. “ She rests her hands on his chest as nails digging in to the tender flesh as she moves her hips along him. <br><br>She moves her fingers down his torso letting her nails drag down him. She then runs her hands up his arms to his wrists and holds there his cock barely in her. She holds there then takes her hands away form him and drops back down so he is fully in her. Letting out a soft moan as she is full with him. <br><br>Her hips move still slowly but she begins to go at a steady rhythm. “My good slave do tell me before you release , you can not release without my permission.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 01:31:10</strong>
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				He finds his body trembling from the expert manner in which she taunts him, his cock twitches as she moves her canal so slowly up and down his shaft, each tantalizing movement is shear delight, and he finds it difficult to avoid ‘helping’ her in some way.<br>When she tells him to not be too eager he restrains any movement at all, save the rise and fall of his chest becoming more pronounced as she taunts him so deliciously.&nbsp; When she then slips her nails across his sense laden flesh, he quivers with the most delight he has felt in a long time, she is all to perfect in her seduction and demands.&nbsp; He cannot help but allow a groan escape his lips as she again impales herself on his mass.<br><br>His chest rises and falls more rapidly as she stokes his length in a rhythmic time, so luscious is her flesh that he is driven to lay still just to enjoy all that she will offer while trying to prolong the inevitable climax building within his sack.&nbsp; He hears her give command to tell her before his release, and knows that she is well meaning when she tells him that he is not allowed to cum until she gives blessings to do so.&nbsp; His body cringes tightly and he restrains the impulses she is so driving him to.&nbsp; In a faltering voice from within the hood he manages a reply “Yes Mistress, I will hold my seed as long as possible, but I prey you not to deny me the pleasures of climax, for your offerings are the finest of the fine, and the outcome is inevitable.&nbsp; I can only hope to feel your climax as well Mistress.”<br><br>He focused his thoughts on restraint, though it was difficult with the erotic punishment of her lush tight pussy sliding up and down his shaft.&nbsp; "Perhaqps Mistress if I could but gaze into your eyes I could maintain my urges more efficiently."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 03:18:28</strong>
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				She continues to move along him as she ponders his request. She then sinks herself completely onto him “DO you think you are worthy to look at me. Is your body so un-controllable that you will not be able to help yourself but to climax?” Even as she asks this she wants to see the expression on his face. She slowly rises off from him and moves beside him her fingers trailing up his arm. <br><br>She waits for him to answer before she goes any further. Knowing full well she is going to take off the mask, but letting him think that she may have been displeased with his request and now will not bring him to orgasm. She moves so that her pussy is right above his hands and guides his fingers to her entrance. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 05:37:28</strong>
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				His body stiffens as she again plunges her finery around his entire shaft; he hopes that she has found it a worthy suggestion to allow him to look upon her as she satisfies her desires, what ever they may now entail.&nbsp; Her question startles him into the reality that she may have been displeased. She then asks if he is worthy to look at her and if he is so much beyond control that he would ejaculate prematurely to her desires. Then as her fine wet canal rises from his manhood he shudders in astonishment that she could leave herself unfinished, and to think that he himself would not be brought to fulfillment by her lush young body.<br><br>His mind races to find a means to again feel the glory of her wetness, his cock throbs with the unanswered fulfillment he so desperately needs, but he dare not tell her of the immediacy of it, for then she would surely end the pleasures and perhaps even follow to the painful side of the relationship he had indeed asked for only hours before.&nbsp; “Mistress, forgive my insolence, I only wish to aid in the fulfillment of your pleasures, for in that mine will be supreme.”&nbsp; She was surely teasing him…or at least he hoped that was what she had in mind.&nbsp; He felt it as her wetness found rest above his hands, now he was certain that he had done wrongly, for her body was not above his at all, he sighed inside the mask silently thinking of how best to avoid the painful whip that was sure to follow, and yet her womanhood dripped its own nectar onto his hands, though he dare not touch without being given instruction to do so.&nbsp; As she guides his fingers to her wetness they tremble and stiffen, he can only hope that he will be talented enough to give her the glory of pleasures she so deserves with them. As his heart slowed his brain became more focused and he added calmly “Though I am not worthy to gaze into your wonderful orbs, to gaze eye to eye with you would be the inspiration needed to maintain my own power until you have yourself climaxed to your fullest completion and then give blessings to fill you, or shoot forth the seed of my loins to wherever you may wish them to light.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 04:58:58</strong>
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				Alyssia moves her hips so that she is slowly fucking his fingers as she listens to his words. She reaches behind his head and unzips the mask. She pulls it off from his head and looks down at him. “You may gaze at me.” She has a little grin as she says it. Letting his fingers work her channel for a minute before getting up again, she bends over and licks her juices off from his digits before moving back down to straddle him. <br><br>Looking him in the eyes she lets him rest at her entrance she runs her hands along his torso before lowering her self slowly down onto him and her hips beginning to rock against him at a steady pace. Sitting back slowly she runs her hands up her body to her breasts, one hand playing with her nipple tauntingly as the other runs between her leg playing with her pearl. He can already feel that she is clenching around his length with every stroke of her hips. “Mmmm you look so good all tied up, I bet you want to touch me like this, while your cock is plummeting into the depths of my cunt.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 14:16:00</strong>
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				As her pussy finds a rhythm on his fingers he lays still save the pounding of his heartbeat and the slow deliberate breaths that rise and fall his chest.&nbsp; He feels it as she gently raises his head and unzips the hood and still yet he maintains a calm, though at that very moment a small droplet of his own creamy white fluid forms at the slit of his bulbous head.&nbsp; As she then removes his hood he can feel the cool air as it caresses his sweat soaked hair and face and has to blink to adjust his eyes to the lighted room.&nbsp; Her sweetly twisted grin is a joy to behold. He thinks to himself in sweet dreamy thoughts of ‘ahh, there is my mistress, so beautiful still and I am privileged now to gaze at her lush body as she pleasures herself with mine, and even to gaze into the depths of her soul through the liquid orbs of her eyes.&nbsp; A quiver of excitement fills him and he replies “Mistress, I thank you from the bottom of my soul for your permit to gaze upon your beauty.”<br><br>Indeed as she moves to be straddled to his hips again he cannot help but feel the excitement even farther swell his manly ten inch tool. It throbbed so he could feel each pulse of his blood flow into it, and as she again lowered her lush canal upon him he trembled at the sheer glory of her tightly clenching muscles around his shaft.&nbsp; His gaze was fixed on her eyes, though in his view now made possible he could also watch the rise and fall of her wonderful tits as her body took his fully, seductively, completely.&nbsp; When she began to caress her own breast he could have easily drooled at the sight, but when he felt her hand as it took her fine nubbin and began playing with her clit to enhance her pleasures he groaned loudly, a sound now not muffled by the hood he had been wearing.<br><br>“Yes Mistress, if it is within your will, I would touch you; to feel the textures of your flesh with my fingers, to sense the taught pleasures on your skin my meager efforts can provide, to taste of your wetness as you give forth the glorious nectar from the tight canal I so enjoy filling with my cock now.&nbsp; I would have you free my hands to further give you a glorious climax, as you so deserve.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 01:58:59</strong>
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				Alyssia continues to move her hands along her body and smiles down at him as her hips continue to move. Her finger playing with her sweet nub, she moves it away from her clit and moves over and lets him taste the nectar from her pussy. She then runs both of her hands up his arms to the ties, her lush breasts hanging before his face as she begins to untie his hands. Taking her slow time untying him as only half of him is left in her channel. <br><br>After she frees his hands she moves one of them to her mouth and lets one digit slip into her mouth, her tongue caressing it, swirling around it. Her eyes looking into his as she does so, then taking it out of her mouth she moans softly as her hips once again begin to rock against his, her breathing getting deeper as she works her way towards her orgasm, she knows she can’t hold out for too much longer. “Touch as you please.” Her voice is husky and a bit labored as she talks. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 12:27:20</strong>
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				As he sees the smile come to her expression while she looks down at him he cannot help but grin with delight.&nbsp; His mind is racing; his fully engorged cock held deep within her finely muscled pussy, her eyes now ablaze with the feelings of erotic pleasures let him know that she was indeed able to climax shortly.&nbsp; She takes her fingers from her nubbin and raises it to his lips, and as he tastes the flavors of her loins he groans with delight “Mistress your nectar is so sweet, I could drink from your fountain if you but allow me as we come to your time of thunderous climax.”&nbsp; As she passes her hands up the length of his arms he can all but reach her lush taunting breasts with his tongue and lips, but once being thrashed for an insolent kiss was enough and he dares not spoil the moment, so he remains still.&nbsp; Even with his phallus slipping from all but the opening of her wet canal he abided, he wanted nothing to change the postures of her fucking him to wondrous ejaculation deep in her womb.<br><br>She frees his hands from the bonds that have prevented him from feeling her flesh; and as she lifts one hand to her lips and works on but one digit with her delightful oral talents he wishes that he could feel her mouth on his cock, but he would certainly be sated by the gloriously slow penetration into her abyss.&nbsp; As her voice speaks he cannot help but notice the deepened tones, and finds it all too satisfying that she cannot speak in normal ones in her state of emotional and physical needs.<br><br>She has sat upright and again worked his massive member into the depths of her canal so he begins by running each hand from knee to hip, firmly, but not rushed or hard is his touch.&nbsp; He grasps her thighs just below the hip bones, burying his fingers into the muscles there and guiding her movements on and around his shaft.&nbsp; The he moves both hands to her buttocks and lifts her frame and pushes it down to again help in her movements to impale him over and over.&nbsp; His cock feels so&nbsp; strong right now, he knows he can last for several more minutes at least before the inevitable coming of his seed.&nbsp; His eyes focus on her face, and within his gaze are her all to glistening eyes, ones he dared not gaze upon before, she seems content for him to look into her very being now and the delights of them spur him on to give more of himself to her end.<br><br>His hands slip across her flesh and find a path to her full breasts, grasping them firmly as her body seems to need him to do, her tightly textured nipples find his thumbs and index fingers squeezing them roughly, he takes a deep breath and raises up his torso from the bed, swiftly taking one of them into his mouth and sucking hard on it as his tongue flickered on its surface.&nbsp; Since she had given blessing to ‘touch her as he pleased’ it was his turn to take a bit of charge and he lifted her up and threw them both onto the bed, her body now below his as he began fucking her wantonly, almost savagely.&nbsp; He knew there may be a reprisal for his actions, but he so desperately needed her to cum for him he rammed his cock into her over and over, holding her down to the bed as he fucked her.&nbsp; With the weight of his torso he held her firmly on the bed and reached down to draw her knees up beside his hips, his cock swiftly went even deeper into her slick wet tunnel of glory.&nbsp; With each pounding thrust he could feel the wetness of her, and feel his own needs to fill her completely.&nbsp; He pushed one of her legs to the bed and grasped the other, abruptly elevating it and laying her leg across his abdomen, chest and shoulder; now she was in the perfect position to take all of him into her folds.&nbsp; He pushed his mass into her, lifting her leg to raise her other hip from the bedding saying “Mistress, this is ‘Venus Butterfly’ and provides for maximum insertion.”&nbsp; He holds her hips aloft and begins the undulating thrusts of his hips, his entire mass ramming in and out of her canal, he feels the glorious sensations of his own approaching orgasm as her juices flow freely with a squishing sound with each inward push.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 06:20:47</strong>
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				She trembles and groans with pleasure as his hands travel over her body, the shock appearing on her face as he flips her over. Quickly she gains her composure as she can do nothing but feel as he presses his cock deeper into each inch of her wet silken cannel. Her hips move back against his every movement of his as she tightens around him her hips restless as he is about to drive her over the edge of oblivion into that place of unknown pleasure. <br><br>Her back arches sharply as she can bare it no longer and begins to orgasm around him. Her juices flowing around his hardened phallus, as her hips press against his firmly her legs wrapping around him to keep him deep inside of her as she rides wave after wave of pleasure. Her hands grip his shoulders as she leans up to bite on his shoulder, her teeth not breaking skin but enough to let him know she is there.<br><br>As she comes down from her pleasure she releases his shoulder her hips moving against his once again wanting to feel his seed splash against her inner walls and fill her to the brim. “I want you to cum for me slave, and see if you can not bring me back up to that sexual peak once again.” She nibbles and bites at his chest as she can feel her pleasure beginning to build once again. Her nails rake down his back firm but not enough to break skin as she wants to give him as much pleasure as possible. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 13:30:56</strong>
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				The feeling of her gush of glorious cum as it coated his member elated him to glorious proportions.&nbsp; He panted out a “Holy shiiiiiiit!” and returned to fucking her in earnest, his cock driving in and out madly to allow her orgasm to continue as long as possible.&nbsp; As she leans up and bites his shoulder he quivers with the unexpected pain and glory of her passion, her legs wrapped tightly around him he slows his pace and allows her to ride the waves of her climax until they have ebbed somewhat.&nbsp; She tells him to cum inside her and have her cum again while he does, which satisfies him no end and he wants badly to oblige.&nbsp; Her nails rake across his back and he utters “Yes Mistress…..I will obey your every wish.”<br><br>He pushes her legs from his hips and turns her over onto her tummy quickly.&nbsp; As her torso falls to the covers he lifts her hips up and props her onto her knees, her fine shapely ass now exposed to whatever advance he chooses, which is obvious to him, and as he again rams his massive cock into the channel of her core; obvious to her as well.&nbsp; He is no longer gentle with his mistress, his thrusts are vigorous and almost animal like in the penetration of her core, all ten inches thrust in at once and then all but out before again and again pounding at her now slick wet canal.&nbsp; With each time he hits bottom his balls slap loudly against her pert youthful mound, and with each time they do his grunts of pleasure get louder and more commanding.&nbsp; “Mis…..tress…..cum…..for …..me…..a…..gain.”&nbsp; His balls tighten painfully, the swollen veins along the sides of his shaft adding to the tactile pleasures of both he and his mistress as he still restrains his own climax, waiting for her to again be in the full throws of orgasm before shooting his wad into her heated core.&nbsp; He pulls her hips against his own with each thrust urgently and cries out “Now…Cum NOW…I can’t hold out any longer.”&nbsp; He strains; his whole body tense and quivering with the urgency of his need.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 21:48:01</strong>
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				Her fingers curling into the covers as she tosses her onto her stomach, bunch it up towards her chest. Her knees bend as he makes it easy for him to access her slick channel. Her back arches slightly as her pleasure once more grows to that of where she is going to explode into a orgasm that will send her higher then she has ever been. Her channel trembles around him as she then grips him as he tells her to cum, she moans out her pleasure as her muscles contract around his thick member and her whole body shudders as she rides out the wave after wave of her orgasm. She presses up against him as she waits to feel the gush of his orgasm into her. “Oh god cum...cum in me” the words come out between clenched teeth as she continues to ride the wave of pleasure, the need to feel him spray his creamy load into her drives her even higher. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 04:34:45</strong>
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				He has now fulfilled her every command save one, and as her orgasm again peaks with the spasms of tight muscles wrenching at his eager swollen member, he feels the glorious gush of her nectar again coat his shaft as it fills her to overflowing and squishes out with each of the final thrusts of his massive cock.&nbsp; As she climaxes he pushes tightly to her core, his balls all but inside her labia, the massive head of his member lodged deep within her womb; the savory fluids gushing from her as he yells out his final glory in an animalistic howl and fills her with not one, not even two, but three copious surges of his creamy seed into her womanhood.&nbsp; His body is all but paralyzed from the finality of his ejaculation; he is frozen in time and space with the feelings of pure sated glory, and remains there for a minute or maybe two without any movement save the twitching of his member as the last drops of semen are drawn from him by her quivering inner muscles.<br><br>Not wanting the glories to end, yet knowing that another round would be difficult to say the least he begins to move ever so slowly out and then back in to her channel.&nbsp; His cock is dwindling, but still hard enough to be felt, and still eager enough to be demanding of attention.&nbsp; This goes on for several more minutes as both his and his mistress’s climaxes ebb and their bodies return to all but normal breaths and heart rate.&nbsp; When he has finished the post time of enjoyments he gasps out a breathy “Mistress, do you require any thing more?” and slips his semi rigid phallus from her worn, wet but sated cunt with a flopping sound as it slaps to his thigh.&nbsp; He loosens his grasp on her hips and looks down at the point of her now gaping pussy, his grin says it all.&nbsp; “Mistress, we have had a time together, and I can only hope that I have satisfied your needs.&nbsp; Allow me to cleanse the finery I have so abused and sooth the swollen petals with a tender touch.”&nbsp; With that he slips from the edge of the bed and goes to his knees, raising up only enough to begin lapping at her legs and cunt once again, yet this time but to clean it of the sticky mixture of their joined cum.&nbsp; His tongue works fast and soon has her inner thighs wiped smooth and then begins to suck and lick the mixture from her labia and channel as well.&nbsp; He can feel that she surely enjoys his method of ‘clean-up duties’ as her body quivers for the entire time he is working at it.<br><br>He sits back on his heels as would an obedient puppy awaiting his master’s bidding, watching her expressions, watching her body, gazing at the young woman before him that has given him a night he will not soon, if ever, forget.&nbsp; “Mistress Alyssia, if there is nothing further you need from my service I will retrieve your clothing as well as my own so that we may dress and discuss the extra credits you have earned, and earned well I must say; though I am tempted *chuckle* to have you come again for even more credits to assure not just a passing, but rather a grade worthy of your abilities.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 04:35:56</strong>
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				As her orgasm subsides and he rolls off from her she just relaxes as he cleans up her thighs and slit. She does not move to touch him, her body twitches slightly as her sensitive skin is touched. She is almost purring by the time he is done. She looks down at him a soft approving smile spreading over her lips. <br><br>“Yes please do get our clothes. We can then talk.” She sits up bringing the covers up to her breasts as her body is cooling from the air now hitting the sheen of sweat she built up during their activities. She waits for him patiently to return with their things. Feeling as if when they have their clothes on they can talk clearer, she would hate for him to be distracted the entire time that she is talking to him. <br><br>Her eyes wander over him as he walks back in the room, goose bumps running up her arm she runs a hand over it to stop it from happening, as she returns to her cooler demeanor. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 01:05:06</strong>
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				He had not even known at what point she had removed her clothing, in fact though she was wonderfully naked when she had removed the hooded mask, his thoughts had not even considered how she had done so.&nbsp; From his kneeling position he looked around and spied his pants and boxers on the floor laying in the same pile as he had left them, his shirt was in the other room and went quickly to retrieve it first.&nbsp; He had to chuckle silently as he saw first her blouse strewn haphazardly across the headboard of the bed and then her skirt lying at the foot of the covers.&nbsp; His thoughts turned to brighter things as he rose and retrieved first the balance of his own clothing, and laid them on the edge of the bed near his beautiful mistress Alyssia.<br><br>A smile of warm glory painted his expression as he gazed upon her while she sat with the sheet drawn up about her, so young, and yet a wondrous woman in every way, her hair was askew, her modest makeup a bit mussed, but the sparkle within her eye a glory to behold, though somehow her manner seemed chilled, especially in comparison to the heated joys of multiple orgasms he knew she had bestowed on him.&nbsp; He turned and retrieved her blouse and then walked past her to also pick up her skirt and returned to stand beside the bed before her.&nbsp; “Alyssia, you are the most wondrous lover I have ever found, and though it is not my place I must profess my admiration for you in hopes that you might return some time to command me again, or join in reverie unfettered.”&nbsp; His expression was soft and gentle as he spoke, his feelings worn as a coat upon his still naked body. He made no effort to cover himself, the remains of their orgasms still glistening upon his dwindled yet fair sized member, which was still thick enough to hold the potential of more glory to be had. “We must talk of the credits, but that will be a mechanic that can be dealt with easily enough.&nbsp; As I feel the sweat still drip from my flesh, and see the glistening moisture as it yet covers you, I need to ask; would you like to shower before you dress?&nbsp; Your parents might take offense if you are not the same sparkling clean daughter as when you departed upon the return from a teacher’s counsel.&nbsp; I would even be more honored if you would allow me to aid in the washing and rinsing of your body to complete our adventure.”&nbsp; He grins sheepishly, not sure if his request still held enough merit in the relationship of master and slave, but hopeful that she would take it that way. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 19:22:09</strong>
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				She looks at him and shakes her head no. “I will shower at home. I believe if I came home missing a limb my parents would not notice.” She gets up and puts on her clothes quickly, not wanting to be naked any longer. She runs her fingers through her hair and runs her fingers around her eyes to clear up any stray makeup. She then sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs.<br><br>“So as of now what will my grade be?” Her tone is serious and if he had not just experienced what just happened, he may not believe that it ever did. She seems just as calm and assertive as ever. Her eyes cold and calm, not even a fidget as she awaits his answer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 20:02:58</strong>
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				He is a bit surprised at her response, but then, he knew as soon as she figured she had done all that was necessary she would pull the routine of the self absorbed teen that she indeed was, though he was more than a little disappointed.&nbsp; So, as she got up to don her clothing, he grasped his own and dressed quickly as well.&nbsp; By the time she had gotten her hair straightened and make up smeared into place he was standing only a foot or so from the bed she now sat on, and sat with a look of calm, cool and collected, much as she was every day at school.<br><br>Her question was proper, for she had, after all, come to do the bidding of her teacher, come to get some extra credits, and cum she indeed did, like the most adventurous lovers of well written erotic tales.&nbsp; So, as she asked the question he put his hand under his chin as if pondering thoughts absorbed him, and paused to contemplate a grade, or another tutoring session.<br><br>“Well, Allysia, as to a grade….*pause* …. You have been both cooperative and commanding, which is what was requested of you, and yet when the end came of the tutoring, you balked at the idea of showering with me, which I must admit was only a selfish wish and should be overlooked.”&nbsp; He re-postured himself to put more weight on one leg and placed his arms crossed in front of himself.&nbsp; “As to a grade; for the first three years of high school you earned a 3.2 GPA, if my investigation was correct, and so far this term your grade in my class has been far less, a .9 in fact.&nbsp; I could give you a grade that would allow you to pass and graduate as it sits or at least from my class anyway.&nbsp; I find it necessary to ask….What grade are you looking to achieve.”<br><br>He stands still, his expression still one of abject observation while he awaits an answer before he tells her of the grade she has earned so far….mentally noting that her reply will give finality to the number he sets upon the grade book, and figuring that if she needs more than what he offers, she is more than welcome to enjoy his tutoring once again, or even more times than that before he makes final note.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 20:33:42</strong>
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				She nods, not very satisfied by the answer but who is she to argue. “We have a time scheduled for Wednesday, I will be here at the same time. She slips off from the bed, goes into the living room gathering her book bag. “Night” <br><br>She walks out of the door without another word. She stops at one of her ‘friends’ houses and picks up her homework for the next day. Then she goes home to wash up and sleep. She is pretty tired after the days events and needs her energy for the next day and night. <br><br>She goes to bed, her dreams haunted with things that won’t ever be true. She wakes up early and actually gets to school early. Not loosing face she doesn’t show anything is wrong. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>19-09-2008, 07:35:35</strong>
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				He would have given a direct answer, but it would certainly have been colored by the exquisite sexual enticements he had found in this teen aged beauty, and not based on any part of her scholastic abilities.&nbsp; But then, this wasn’t about her mind, nor about how well she might perform on the computer, though she had done that well too, this session had been about learning how far he could take the wonders of desire and still remain her teacher.&nbsp; If he had needed to grade himself, he would have given an A- to the sexual activities, but an F to the being her teacher.<br><br>He nodded as she set the time of another session, and had to smile at the probabilities of her being more dominant than this time.&nbsp; As she says “night” and walks to the door he chimes in “Good night Alyssia, be safe and thank you for being a bright spot in the dismal life of your teacher and one time or….sometimes slave.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 02:54:58</strong>
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				She gets to school and is automatically surrounded by people. She goes to first hour, tired and seeming just a little more aloof then she usually is. She dismisses people and spends the morning, acting as if she is paying attention. Stephanie is concerned but guesses that she will be ok. <br><br>Pushing into second hour, she is actually on time. She takes her seat and doesn’t even glance to Mr. Garrett, she doesn’t seem the least bit fazed of the events that took place last night. It is as if she has just let them roll off from her back. She takes up a soft conversation with Stephanie that has no consequence on the class that is going on around them. Alyssia breaks off the conversation if he happens to come any where near her. Things are about the same as they have always been. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 23:18:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Garrett, thankfully had not run into Miss Johnston before classes this morning, and really wasn’t ready to give a report on how the first of Alyssia’s extra credit sessions went, that could wait till all was said and done.&nbsp; He wass delighted to see that his new tutoring student is on time for class this morning, he knew it was all he could do to drag his old tired ass out of the sack after fucking non-stop for 3 ½ hours the evening before, but he felt that all things considered it had gone well, he knew that he was surely happy that she would be with him for a time&nbsp; on Wednesday evening, and looked forward to it with delightful anticipation.&nbsp; He began the class as usual, and found that she was no different for the nocturnal activities, or at least put on one hell of a show, which was just fine by him.&nbsp; It was best to not let anything be visible to bystanders anyway; and so he treated it as if nothing had happened while she sat talking to her friends, in fact he tried very hard not to even look at the really nice outfit she was wearing, that he would have been more than glad to tear from her body if she were willing.&nbsp; After all, he’d never hear the end of it if the students, much less parents got wind of the special extra credit work he and a few of the other teachers had made arrangements for.&nbsp; So, class went on as normal, the kids were kids, the more grown up ones texted or talked as normal, and he still made an effort to teach at least something to the ones that would listen.<br><br>Mr. Smythe taught his 1st hour class as usual on his anticipated day of meeting with the needful female student, he looked forward to it, though he had not reread the book as yet, too busy with other activities to sit and do so, but he figured she would be doing most of the talking anyway that evening.&nbsp; So he sat in the teacher’s lounge and skimmed the book during 2nd hour on his break, he still carried in his book case and delighted that a tale of dark folk, vampires and lustful desires was the text she had chosen for them to review together.&nbsp; He walked to the class room a bit early and sat at his desk as the students filed in for 3rd hour, and so it was that he waited on bated breath to see if she was going to make it to class and just how it would go. He yearned to see if the time of discussion was still set and see just how the waters rippled, so to speak, not to mention the ripple of her finely shaped orbs and thighs he so lusted to see bared before him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 05:24:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she walks into Mr. Smythe’s class she didn’t even glance to him.&nbsp; She walks in going strait to her seat, Samantha in tow as usual. As they sit, she parts her legs slowly her fingers toying with the hem, her panties showing. She just did so absentmindedly, not really putting forth much effort into her teasing. She even seemed to be following along in the text today. On top of that she had her homework ready before he even asked for it. <br><br>When he came around to collect the paper, she let her fingers trail his briefly, her eyes meeting his as she then turned back down to the phone that was vibrating in her fingers. She goes back to following along while he teaches, never going beyond the hem of her skirt. <br><br>As the class got out, she slipped by the desk leaning in so only he could hear her. “See you tonight” then walked out her head going back to the high position it always seemed to be in. Moving onto the next class. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 04:48:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything seemed ‘all-to’ normal as he watched Alyssia walk into class, friend in tow, and watches as she taunts him…as usual and he thinks to himself ‘this is one girl I will love to help …tonight’.&nbsp; He calls roll as usual and begins the lecture on the Shakespeare piece they had discussed earlier, but he is wise enough not to call on her, knowing that she and he would have better things to discuss about darker literature when they were together privately. His eye was still yet drawn to the parted thighs and image of her panty covered groin, something he was hopeful to expose in just a few hours.&nbsp; She teased him mercilessly, though she probably didn’t realize it and he had to fight to keep from swelling within his trousers at the thoughts of what could, he hoped, happen.<br><br>As he collected the assignments a spark of electricity traced through him when she seemed to intentionally trail her fingers across his hand, and the look of her eyes gave him even deeper hopes of what would come to pass. He kept his composure, though difficult, and continued until the bell rang to end his torture, and yet…as she walked to the desk and leaned onto it, her fine flesh revealed in part to his gaze from the low cut blouse she confirmed the appointment of&nbsp; delights yet unfulfilled.&nbsp; He smiled and gave only a nod of confirmation as she walked away.&nbsp; A sigh passed his lips as the sway of her athletic thighs and fine buttocks faded from view.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 05:56:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Making her way to next hour, she inwardly smiles about how she had played the class. It gave her a jolt of power every time she could see the desire in her teachers eyes. Although she didn’t want to think of the consequences that would happen after all of her ‘tutoring’ came to an end. College years were so close, yet she needed to do what she is to graduate. Her teachers were all to eager to get to her in one way or another. She would leave a legend, chuckling she goes to fourth hour. <br><br>She gives a soft smile to Miss. Abernathy, she walks to the back of the class and sits down. Prepared to be half here and half in her world. She doesn’t tease the teacher as she did the other, to the contrary she is practically acting like a model student. Except for the occasional text message she pays attention to the most part, has her home work, of course she doesn’t volunteer to answer questions, but that would be beneath her status. <br><br>When the bell rings she walks out of class, not giving a backward glance. <br>She does the usual lunch time activities. Slipping into Mr. Dawson’s class before the bell rings, she gives him a smile then goes to her usual seat. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 13:09:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By midday Miss Johnston was getting a bit curious as to how the tutoring session went with Mr. Garrett and the wayward student so in need of “special credits”, but would need&nbsp; to wait at least till the last class got out to find an answer.&nbsp; She did run in to Mr. Dawson while he was on break during third hour, but since he hadn’t been availed of her session yet it wouldn’t do much good to ask him, and if she dared to call him to her office, she knew well that they would again find themselves in romantic or heated embrace and probably fuck away his idle time.&nbsp; She passed by his seat in the teacher’s lounge and smiled in his direction and said “If you have anything for me…come by the office before your next class…” and walked out to return to her office and hope he indeed would have something...preferably his tongue of perhaps even that luscious cock for her.&nbsp; He had fucked her so many times over the weekend that she now found a void without being filled with the thick member and wanted more….ever more….and wanted it a LOT.&nbsp; As she entered the privacy of her own space she sat at the desk and dreamily thought of how she had exploded with his persuasions, and looking at the clock figured he wouldn’t have enough time to again ravage her like she wanted, so unlocked&nbsp; and opened her private drawer, withdrawing the small yet lusty vibrator, the one with two small vibrating balls and lifted her skirt to slip it into the wanton hole of her cunt, turning it on to just avail herself of it’s pleasures for a bit.&nbsp; She soon found herself perspiring a bit and getting really wet as her breaths came in short gasping pants.&nbsp; There was a knock at the door and a voice form outside came to her ear…”Miss Johnston, I do have something I need to give you, if you’re in there.”&nbsp; It was the voice of her lover and coworker, ready to deliver her hopes to reality.<br><br>Without a thought she pulled the panties back into place and left the vibrating eggs within her now dripping cunt and walked to unlock the door for him.&nbsp; As he entered she shut the door ad locked it into place before quickly turning and crashed against him in embrace, her need for him obvious with the heat of her kisses and tearing at his zipper.&nbsp; Before they even got two feet from the door she had his pants down and knelt before him grasping at his hardened shaft as he watched in awe of her desire and needful action.&nbsp; Her pussy was aflame with the eggs stil vibrating within her, her mouth engulfed his cock in one swallow as her first wave of orgasm surged in a wave of glory.&nbsp; She sucked on the hardened cock until he was moaning softly, trying to be as quiet as her rushed need filled him with desires to throw her across the desk and fuck her.&nbsp; She reached down and pulled the device from her wetted canal and took his cock into her throat with vigorous delight.&nbsp; As son as she had been freed from the battery operated delight she stoo up and moved to the desk, hiking up her skirt alone the way and leaned across it, just as he had wanted her to do.&nbsp; Her fine cheeks exposed as she pulled the panties down to her thighs and mad herself available to whatever he would give her….NOW.<br><br>He was impressed at the need, even more so at the wonders of her flesh as she flashed her ass before him.&nbsp; He waddled his way across the room, not bothering to remove his pants as they hung about his ankles.&nbsp; As he got near, he pushed his briefs down and let loose the immensity of his swaying cock, grasped her hip with one had and his phallus with the other and guided it to the orifice of choice for today…but first he must find some lubricant and thrust his cock deep into her channel to do so before then shoving it hard into her beckoning rear entry.&nbsp; It was so tight and wonderful that her gasp of delight caused him to push even harder and found his eight inches buried in her ass soon enough.&nbsp; He began the undulating motions as her voice took on gasp after gasp of air in the violent glee of orgasm and her body shook with the invasions of delight.&nbsp; She was so tight it was all he could do not to explode instantly, but managed to hold out for a couple of minutes before his semen erupted into her tight youthful ass, filing it to the point of squishing out with each thrust of his mass.&nbsp; He clasped his hand over his mouth to avoid the yelps of pleasure being heard out side the office and as his ejaculations came to a finish he held his lengthy tool within her to drain the remains of his seed in quivering finality.<br><br>He pulled his tool from her and patted her on the butt lightly to give thanks for yet another fun escapade before pulling up his briefs and pants as he waited for her to go around the desk and sit, though she did so gently as her sphincter still throbbed with painful delight.&nbsp; He blew her a kiss and walked to the door, unlocked it and turned as he opened it to say “Miss Johnston, I hope that input helped out.” And walked out, closing the door behind him as he walked to the next class session with three minutes to spare.<br><br>Miss Abbernathy was pleased to see that Alyssia was not only on time but not nearly so flirty today, in fact she was all but the perfect student, except for the occasional text messaging, but she’d teach her a thing or two when they met privately to gain the credits she needed, and had thoughts of a plan as to how best take advantage of the youth while she taught the class of the biology of plantlife.<br><br>Mr. Dawson was rather tired by the time Alyssia got to his class in sixth hour, but returned her a smile as she entered and sat at her desk, hoping that all was forgiven or forgotten as to his overzealous grasp of her tit on Friday.&nbsp; He began class as usual and gave the class the chance to finish work on the portraits they had started already of the boy who did so well at posing.&nbsp; He wasn’t in class that day, so they could only work from memory, but even that was a good lesson to learn about art.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seara</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 07:19:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Walking into the art class she sits down, seeing that their subject is not there she decides not to spend the day on her phone. Texting and socializing since she has about twenty unanswered texts in her in box, she leans back getting comfortable, tucking a leg under her. Her skirt rides up but she makes sure that she is covered as she concentrates on her phone. Her painting is almost sketched in anyway, further then most of the people in the class, so it isn’t like she will fall behind. She pays no attention to Mr. Dawson, and when the final bell rings she doesn’t even send him a smile goodbye. <br><br>As she goes to her car, she finds the usual people and takes off to go home and prepare for the night. Catching a quick nap she gets up semi-refreshed, almost not wanting to follow through with her tutoring but knowing that it is what she has to do. She gathers her things and gets into her car. Taking a deep breath she makes the short trip to Mr. Smythe’s house. She checks her self in the rear view mirror then gets out of the car, and goes up to the door ringing the bell. <br><br>Smoothing out the red skirt and pulling down her black tank top she shifts her weight as she waits for him to answer. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Troubled Teen wants to graduate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gerald</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 02:13:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Smythe hears the door bell, he glances at his watch and is delighted to see that his student is prompt for her special session.&nbsp; He walks from the study towards the front door and pauses in front of the butler’s settee and makes sure his shirt is tucked properly, though he hopes that it won’t stay that way long and chuckles softly as he turns and continues to the door.&nbsp; He opens it gently and with a broad smile welcomes Ms. Alyssia saying “Good evening Alyssia, I’m sure glad you could come over.&nbsp; Come in…come in.”<br><br>He pulls the door open wide and waits as she enters the entry hall of his spacious home.&nbsp; As her location allows he pushes the door closed and says “How about we go into the study, we can sit comfortably and discuss this book you have selected.”&nbsp; He escorts her in a gentlemanly fashion to the study and bids her to sit on the love seat as he takes up the arm chair a few feet in front of it. He cannot help but take mental note of how very stunning she looks in the hot red skirt that ends attractively above mid thigh as she seats herself gracefully, and the black tank top that so deliciously contrasts the alabaster flesh of her arms, face and legs.&nbsp; His body quivers at the thoughts that run through it, but shifts his right leg over the left to cover any possible appearances of impropriety.&nbsp; As she gets settled onto the sofa styled loveseat he brings forth his copy of the book in question with the title boldly printed on the face cover “Dark Prince” and lays it on the coffee table between them.&nbsp; “Before we begin Alyssia, would you care for something to drink?&nbsp; I am sure I can find something that you’d like….perhaps even a cocktail to relax a bit, I know you’re not 21 but one won't harm you and you have nothing to fear, it also might make the discussion go more …”&nbsp; soft chuckles stream from his lips&nbsp; “…fluidly; if you’ll pardon the pun.”&nbsp; His smile is one of warmth and should bring her to be at ease with him, though he is not the most experienced man in the ways of dealing with women, much less young women, and he can only hope her need to graduate is foremost in her mind during their session.<br>
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