Mommy Misplaced

 

 

Book Two - Chapter Two

The New Girl in School (Narrated by Jennifer)

 

What the hell was I doing riding a school bus, for crying out loud? What kind of sense did that make? Granted, I looked like an 11 year old girl, all blonde hair and blue eyed. About the most beautiful little girl in the world, I thought, but I'm a little biased since the girl in question was my own daughter, Amanda. Except she wasn't because we'd switched bodies for some mysterious reason. So I had to go to school while she stayed home and tried not to burn the house down? It wasn't fair. I'd gone to school, done my time and paid my dues, and I had a bachelor’s degree in psychology to prove it.

Now I was riding a school bus with a bunch of screaming rugrats? Gee, thanks God. I must have really pissed someone off to get a great deal like that.

Tom hadn't been much help either, although he'd been supportive at least. Making my husband of a dozen years sleep on the couch hadn't been good for either of us though. I was still his wife and I still had needs, just like he did, but what could we do about it while I was stuck inside our daughter's body? I couldn't let him make love to me, that would have been...wrong. I mean, sure, I'd have enjoyed it emotionally and maybe Amanda's little preteen body wasn't mature yet, but it was ready and willing to try, I guarantee you that.

It was just the idea of him doing that to her...I didn't want to imagine it really. Maybe if I'd gotten stuck in some other preteen girl I'd have felt differently about it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I would. Girls are girls and I'd never had a problem with sex. I loved sex. It's just that Amanda was my girl and if it was up to me she'd stay a virgin until she was on her honeymoon. Obviously she wasn't a virgin anymore, however, not in my 28 year old body. She'd already tricked her daddy into taking her for a spin. Quite by accident, I know, but all the same, my darling daughter had been well and truly fucked by her own father and the only virgin in our family was...me!

But I was getting over that, or used to it, or something and there were certain things about my new body I'd even started to appreciate. A little voice inside told me that maybe having some fun would perfectly okay, because Amanda wasn't really in here with me, was she? Haven't you ever wished that you knew back then, what you know now? I had a fresh start in a way, a chance to do things adults can only dream of...and children like my daughter never do. If I relaxed, if I pushed the worry out my head and just accepted it, I felt a tingle of perverse excitement.

And Tom...God, he wanted to sleep with his wife, and I think he preferred his wife's body over his wife's mind, if you know what I'm saying. I knew he loved me, but I also knew that just seeing my carefully sculpted form was enough to get his motor running, and right now Amanda owned that beautiful body. So telling my husband that no, he couldn't sleep with me, and no he definitely couldn't sleep with Amanda, had really ruined his night. But good for him anyway. He really should have picked me over her. I mean the 28 year old me trapped in his daughter's body. If he was patient enough, I'd have to give in eventually, if only because I needed sex, too.

See how confused I was? I argued with myself, running in circles and unable to decide what I wanted or what I meant. I wasn't a very happy camper and leaving Amanda at home by herself? That had been a hard choice, believe me, but Tom was right, the girl did need to grow up and I probably did baby her too much. Still, I wasn't sure that had been a good idea, even if her Daddy was just a phone call away.

"Hey Amanda," someone said, a girl sitting down next to me and it took me a second to realize she'd spoken to me. I recognized her as one of my daughter's classmates, Mary something or other.

"Hi," I said, hoping that sounded normal, but it was only one word.

I knew I didn't talk like an 11 year old and just then I got a chance to prove it.

"Ow! Fuck!" I turned around as some ugly pudgy boy pulled on my pony tail.

"Ohhh...You said the F word!" He giggled and so did about 2 dozen other kids, all between 6 and 12 years old.

"Do that again, fat boy, and I'll kick your fuckin' balls through your fuckin' teeth," I told him, doubtlessly looking like I meant every word. I think he wet his pants. "I'm not in the mood for your shit, got it? Good!"

If college had taught me nothing else, it was how to deal with jerks, and if someone didn't set blimp-boy straight, he'd end up married to the first girl he laid. Probably a Mexican whore with a pierced cock, so I was doing him a favor. But I chastised myself mentally because he was just a kid, and pulling pony tails, well...It hadn't hurt that much. I thought about apologizing, but I'd just put half those kids in a coma and it was actually quiet enough to think for a change. I liked that.

Jesus, fifth grade. Amanda's teacher was a middle aged guy named Lawson. I couldn't remember his first name, but I remembered thinking he must have been gay. He'd been the first and only male teacher my daughter ever had who didn't hit on me during parent-teacher conferences. Some of the other ones, especially that guy she'd had in the second grade? He'd offered to give Amanda straight A's all year for one little blowjob. Of course I'd taken him up on that, you know. I had to take care of my little girl and Tom didn't need to know, he was so proud of her. We both were.

About an hour into the day, I'd changed my mind about Mr. Lawson. He wasn't gay at all, I was just too old for him, meaning the real me, the 28 year old Jennifer. The 11 year old Amanda was right up his alley though and it freaked me out a little. The way he liked to lean close while I worked on my math. The way he touched my shoulder, massaging me gently, but definitely a massage...Not a rub or a pat, or anything so innocent. He enjoyed touching my immature body and breathing in the scent of my hair. And looking up my skirt? Was the man kidding? He sat at his desk while we were reading and just stared at my crotch.

So I did what any 11 year old girl would do, if she was really horny...I spread my legs for him. I mean, it's just teasing, right? I was so bored anyway. I mean, really. I was supposed to be reading a paragraph from a book with big words like 'satisfaction' and 'telescope' which were new for a fifth grader. All of my classmates were reading them slowly, figuring out how to say them out loud. I just spread my pale legs and watched Mr. Lawson through my lidded eyes as I pretended to read.

Teasing the man made me a bit horny too, or hornier, I should say. He wasn't much to look at, being an ordinary middle aged guy; maybe 35 or so, and not fat, but not thin either. A friendly face and pleasant voice made him good with kids probably, and when he stood up, I realized he had a real boner going. He hid it well though, pretending like he needed the change in his pocket and pushing his prick back down, giving it a squeeze maybe. I giggled softly and that got me a look, and I wondered why he was so fixated on me, but maybe I shouldn't have. I've already told you that my daughter was just about the prettiest little girl in the world, certainly in that small classroom.

It's strange the things you do when you're bored and living a strange deja vu moment. I felt like I knew everything, because I did, and like I could get away with anything, because I could. If I got into trouble, what could possibly happen? The principal would call my mom? That would be an interesting conversation and the idea made me laugh out loud. Mr. Lawson stared at me, half-smiling himself as I spread my legs again. So I was bored, and a little horny like I said, because while I'd never cheated on my husband, other than the odd blowjob to get Amanda good grades, or maybe a discount on a vacuum cleaner, Tom wasn't totally my husband anymore, was he?

And this body of mine. I didn't remember feeling that way when I'd been Amanda's age. I had a tiny clit and it started throbbing. I'm serious. I was just sitting there and it actually hurt! My nipples as well, feeling puffy and flashing hot and cold. I felt horny just because my daughter's teacher was perv and he obviously liked me? I mean Amanda, but me now, and he liked me a lot. I bet he jerked off three times a day thinking about me. He'd watch me and get hard, and then take a break, go to the teacher's bathroom and whack off real quickly before he came in his pants.

He had a serious chubby right then, that's for sure, and he moved stiff legged around the classroom, checking his students' work. I knew he'd come to me soon enough. Not too soon, but as quickly as he dared. Poor Mr. Lawson had a bad case of Amanda and I should have been offended, upset and angry, but I wasn't. The idea that a grown man, even an unregistered sex offender like this pervert, would still find me attractive was sort of comforting. His attention made me feel good about myself, but don't ask me why.

"How are you coming along, Amanda?" he asked me softly, and I felt his hands, both of them on my shoulders, squeezing me.

"I'm cumming, Mr. Lawson...I'm cumming along any second." I smiled up at him, licking my lips and I was close, because while he was walking around I'd been rubbing my clit through my panties.

I was flushed, and my eyes were wide with excitement. I wondered if he could smell it on me, I hoped so. I was still rubbing myself below my desk, just a little, when I felt him lean over, as if to point something out to me, but really he only wanted rub the bulge in his pants against my back.

"Good...What's..." He swallowed hard. "What's this word?"

"Oh...Uh..." I pressed myself back, just a little, squirming so I could rub his cock good, "Splendid," I read aloud for him. "It means very good, I think."

"Yesss..." he sighed. "It does. You're very smart, Amanda. A very...smart young lady."

"Thank you," I whispered, looking into his eyes for a second. "I like you too, Mr. Lawson."

"Uh...good...good..." He smiled and backed off, putting his hand in his pocket and nodding to himself as he walked back to his desk.

I just kept rubbing myself, letting him watch as I sat back in my seat. I was almost tempted to put my legs up on my desk, really spread my preteen thighs wide for him, but that would have been a little much, don't you think? As it was, he got a real nice view of my finger itching my pussy, because that's how I wanted it to look. Just a small itch right on my puffy girl cleft. I knew he was squeezing his dick behind his desk, staring as my aroused sex became more and more pronounced beneath my white cotton panties.

We were going to cum together, I hoped, but the bell rang instead. I moved slowly, putting my books in my desk, bending way over as I dropped my pencil and giving him a sweet view of my pert little butt. I rather hoped he'd want to spend some private time with me, some one-on-one tutoring to help me figure out those tricky division problems. Instead, he gave me a lust filled look and proceeded to the men's bathroom for a little one-on-one with his dick. Too bad for him, but I wasn't terribly disappointed. Just horny.

At recess I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing. I hate to admit it, but I didn't really know who my daughter spent her free time with at school. Who she sat with during lunch or anything like that. I'm sure Amanda's friends thought I was acting strange when I decided to skip lunch altogether and just go sit outside. Most of the kids were playing jump rope, or throwing red rubber balls at each other, but I wasn't really into that stuff, for obvious reasons. I should have brought a book to read.

But I did see some boys playing a game that looked interesting. They were all bigger boys, 6th graders probably, like 12 years old. They were kind of around the corner, out of sight of the one teacher who had the tedious job of monitoring the playground. They were standing in a circle, looking down at something, and me being the inquisitive person I am, well...I had to find out for myself if it was a real live circle jerk, or just a dead bird.

"Oh." I looked past a couple of the boys; they were a lot bigger than me, but still just kids. "It's a dead bird."

"What'd you think it was, dopey?" the biggest boy said, all red hair and freckles. His four friends laughed, thinking I was just another dumb girl, probably.

"I thought it was a circle jerk." I shrugged, like anyone would know that.

"What's a circle jerk?" one of the other kids asked, a scrawny boy with glasses falling down his nose. He pushed them back up and sniffled.

"You don't know what a circle jerk is?" I giggled at him and he turned a little red, they all did, because none of them knew anything.

"Uh, I know. I just forgot," he protested, and that was such an obvious lie that one of his friends hit him on the shoulder for it.

"You do not! You guys don't know anything," I said, rolling my baby blues and walking away, sort of wiggling my butt at them as they watched me for a second.

"Hey, wait up," the smallest kid called after me, like I knew one of them would. "Tell us what that circle thing is."

"Well, it's kind of a dirty thing," I said slowly, making a face as I thought about it. "Kinda naughty, you know?"

"Really?" Freckles asked. "We won't tell, come on."

"You sure?" I asked, walking the few feet back to them. "No...Probably you'll tell the teacher."

"No we won't!" They were all denying it and of course, being a naughty secret, they were dying to know what it was now.

"Well..." I looked around and we all got closer so I could whisper. "It’s when your co...uh, wieners get hard, see? All of you guys, and you play with them, you know. So they shoot their stuff, and mostly sometimes there's like a girl in the middle, and she gets to play with it."

"Ewww..." one kid said, because he probably knew already about stuff coming out of his dick when he played with it. But he was the only one who masturbated, I guess, because the others didn't have a clue.

"Stuff comes out?" Glasses asked me. "What stuff?"

"White stuff." I nodded seriously. "Don't your wiener ever get hard?"

"Ummm...Sometimes," he said, looking around nervously, but the other boys weren't laughing.

"When it gets hard you gotta rub it," I said. "And then the white stuff comes out."

"I know that," Jerky said, the one who knew how to shoot. "I do it sometimes."

"You do?" Big Boy asked, like he was impressed.

"Show us," I said. "Take it out."

"What?"

"Come on! I told you what a circle jerk is," I reminded him. "So show us how you rub your thing."

"Yeah! Come on, Mikey, show us!" Little Boy urged his friend, and the others agreed. All the boys wanted to see it, and so did I.

"No way!" He shook his head.

"If you do it, I'll show you how I touch my kitty," I promised him.

"Your kitty?" Glasses giggled. "What's that?"

"You know, down here..." I giggled too and lifted my skirt just enough so they could see my damp panties clinging to my vulva.

"You'll show it to us?" Freckles asked, and I nodded.

"You take your wiener out and get it hard," I repeated. "And I'll show you how I pet my kitty, okay?"

Of course, all the boys wanted to see my pussy. Never mind that I was a year younger than they were, it would still be pretty interesting to a bunch sixth graders. So they sort of pressured their buddy to unzip his jeans and pull out his soft little cock. He was so nervous, so shy, I thought he might not ever get hard, but after a minute or so he started to firm up nicely. Mostly because I'd pulled my panties to the side to show him my hairless vulva and puffy preteen slit.

"Oh man! Look at that..." The boys were all staring at me and the unabashed fascination made me feel hot inside. I flushed with a strange, exhibitionist pleasure that I'd never experienced before and started rubbing my pussy gently. I played with the tiny bump of my clit, coaxing her to come out and say hi to all these nice boys.

"Mine's getting hard," Glasses said, and another boy agreed, and then another.

"Take it out. All of you guys, I wanna see your dicks," I whispered, pushing the tip of my finger between my little pink lips, so small and plump and soft.

They did, too! And I felt pretty pleased with myself, you know? My first day of school and I'd started a circle jerk. How many 11 year olds could say that, I wondered. We were all masturbating right there in our secret corner of the playground. I had five hard little cocks in front of me, the biggest maybe four inches long, but it was hard to tell, and only one of them had ever cum before. The rest only knew their dicks got hard for some reason. Now they were learning the joys of masturbation while watching a girl finger herself during recess. This was my tax dollar at work.

"Let me get in the middle," I said, getting on my knees and looking up at a circle of preteen cock. "Like this. You gotta stroke it nice."

They giggled nervously, like little girls as I'd grab one boy's penis with one hand, take someone else in the other. I'd pump them for a few seconds and move on, showing those cute virgins how to jerk off. I had to admit, I was having a lot of fun, but if I'd ever caught Amanda doing this, I would have grounded her for life! It's strange how that works. I mean, when I look back on my own life and think about all the missed opportunities, like being in the middle of a circle jerk, I almost felt glad that I'd switched places with my daughter.

"I'm gonna shoot!" Jerk announced after barely two minutes, and I couldn't help myself, even though I knew better.

"Wait..." I said, turning my head and replacing his fist with my mouth before he even knew what was happening. I'd never been real big on sucking off my husband, but I was in a mood or something. Maybe because they looked so innocent, I just had to be the first girl to taste their cum.

The poor boy nearly went into shock, I think. His whole body tensed up, probably from fear as much as surprise, but he hadn't been lying. I felt confused for a second, wondering why I had such a hard time getting all of his small cock between my lips, but then I realized my mouth wasn't nearly as big as it had been before. I managed, however, and gave him a half dozen quick head bobs with a lot of tongue, and he came quickly. There wasn't a lot of semen, but a good mouthful anyway, and the boy's ball juice tasted wonderful as I held it on my tongue. Sweet and warm and creamy. God! I never knew a 12 year old could taste so good!

I opened my mouth so they could see it, not because they wanted to, but because I wanted to set a standard for their future girlfriends. I think it grossed them out a little, but eventually they'd realize that any girl who would blow sperm bubbles had to be a keeper! Playing the slut was going to make me cum, too. I fingered myself hard, swallowing that mouthful of boy cream and staring at the other four hard cocks around me as I knelt there, wanting to taste all of them.

The kid with the glasses said he was starting to feel funny, so I went down on him next. He had a cute little cock too, just three inches long, I bet. I sincerely hoped he had a big growth spurt once he got to be 14 or 15, or whenever it is boys finally grow up. A three inch cock just wasn't going to do him any good in life, but none of those kids were very big anyway. I was half tempted to let them fuck me, just because we were all virgins, technically, and I'd never been gang-banged before.

But that would have been tough to do at the school, you know? And besides, if anyone was going to pop my cherry, so to speak, it was going to be my husband. I'd already decided that, in between the times I'd decided I couldn't ever let him touch his own daughter's body. It was a mood thing, sort of a see-saw about whether or not it would be okay to have sex with my husband in our daughter's body or not. The only other option would be to let Tom have his fun with my body, and I wasn't about to let him fuck our daughter. Again, I mean, since he'd already banged her once.

Anyway, I was just getting into that boy's cock, really washing it good and feeling him starting to move his hips, grunting a little as his first ever orgasm approached, and just as it happened, I mean the exact same moment as his sweet virgin baby gravy spurted into my hungry sucking mouth...

"What's going on here?"

It was Mr. Lawson, of all people, coming slowly around the corner from the other direction, the way none of us would have expected a teacher to come. He must have been having lunch in his car or something, because the only thing in that direction was the parking lot.

We were so busted! I was on my knees, my lips glistening with sperm, my fingers all over my dripping pussy, and sucking hard on one boy's shooting cock while stroking off another. Freckles was the odd boy out, playing with himself while Mikey's freshly sucked penis dripped dying sperm on his dirty sneakers. It wasn't a good scene and I swallowed quickly as Glasses practically jumped out of his socks. He'd probably have serious issues for the rest of his life now, which was too bad, I thought.

I tried to tell them they didn't have to be scared, that it was only Mr. Lawson and he was harmless, but they didn't listen.

The boys ran, of course, scattering like birds and trying to tuck their cocks away before anybody else caught them. I could have run too, if I'd really wanted to, but I owned this guy. He was all mine now, although he obviously didn't see it that way. So far as Mr. Lawson was concerned he'd just won the pedophile lottery. The juvenile jackpot. The little girl he lusted after had turned out to be a cocksucking preteen slut and she'd probably do anything to keep her parents from finding out. Anything Mr. Lawson could think of, and I didn't doubt that he had a lot of ideas already floating around in his perverted brain.

If he thought he was going to frighten me, Mr. Lawson was badly mistaken. If the man wondered if I'd break down on my own or if he might have to threaten me, he was going to find out differently. It was kind of funny for me, kneeling there and watching him approach, seeing the wheels turning behind his hungry staring eyes, and knowing all the while that he was the one who would be in for the rude awakening...My school problems had just been solved.

"Amanda!" Mr. Lawson frowned mightily, the lump in his pants as plain as day. "What were you doing? My God! You were doing a very bad thing, weren't you?"

I just smiled and licked my cum stained lips. I figured he'd play the guilt card right off the bat. He wouldn't want me to think I was a victim, whether I was or not. And probably 99 times out of 100, a little girl surrounded by five older boys was going to be the victim, but I was the exception that made the rule. Mr. Lawson didn't know that yet, nor did he care, he just wanted me feeling guilty, so guilty I'd do anything to stay out of trouble for doing my bad naughty thing.

"Shhh..." I shushed him as he opened his mouth. I reached out, pressing my small hand against his cock, feeling it big and hard and oh so ready for me beneath his trousers.

"Let me suck it, Mr. Lawson," I whispered. "I know you want me to."

Now a smart man, a wise man, would have run right then. Forget the plan to blackmail the little girl. In fact, just forget the little girl altogether, she's obviously not playing by the same rules. But the problem with Mr. Lawson wasn't that he was stupid, or unwise, it's just that he was a pedophile, and a pedophile is a lot like a crack whore. He just can't walk away, no matter how dark that alley looks. And he was entering a dark tunnel indeed as I worked his long hard cock free on that isolated corner of the playground.

He didn't say a word as I licked his penis gently, my delicate tongue working him over like the expert I was. I'm not really big on sucking cock, as I mentioned before. I mean, it's okay once in awhile, like with five virgin boys, but to be honest? I'd rather do my toenails than give a guy head, if I had to choose. But doing my nails wasn't going to get me out of the 5th grade...Sucking Mr. Lawson's cock would.

I took the head in my mouth, really stretching wide because he was relatively thick, I mean relative to the sixth grade boys I'd been sucking, but nothing like Tom's. My husband had a beautiful cock, seriously. It was perfect. Mr. Lawson had a penis somewhat less than perfect, but still pretty big for my preteen mouth. I forced an inch inside and then another, trying my best to throat that thing, because if I'd been my normal self, I'd have swallowed him down on the first try. But being a munchkin, stuffing a full grown man's cock down my throat would be a real challenge!

So I spent a good long while, but not too long, working my mouth over his cock, licking and kissing it, making sure I left a lot of spit behind wherever I went. Saliva isn't really great lube or anything, but it does help, believe me. I even went to town on his balls, smiling up at him as I pulled them free of his trousers so they hung there loose. He had a big sack and little balls, so they were kind of fun to play with and he didn't mind.

I took them in my wet, sucking mouth one at a time while I stroked his cock, and I seriously doubted Mr. Lawson had woken up that morning thinking he'd have his favorite student mouthing his balls during lunch. But there I was, and it was all good for me. My puffy pink nipples were itching like they wanted to grow. My tummy fluttered because I always got off a little sucking a guy off behind my husband's back. And my pussy, my little pink baby pussy, oh! She was thrumming like cards in the spokes of a bicycle wheel.

After I got Mr. Lawson's balls nice and clean, I went back to work on his cock, because recess wasn't really that long, I didn't think. Actually, I had no idea how much time we had, but he was a teacher anyway, my teacher, so what would it matter if I was tardy? He was just giving me a little extra credit, some sex education, if you like. But that's the obvious joke and even as I thought of it, I didn't giggle. I just sucked his cock harder, wriggling my tongue underneath the head because 3 out of 5 men love that best, according to Cosmo.

"Ohhh fuck...Amanda..." Mr. Lawson put his hands on my head and tried to help me out by shoving his cock hard inside my already full mouth. That earned him a bit of teeth and he yelped nicely. "Yelp!"

He relaxed after that and I finally did get him wet enough, drawing my mouth off so I could spit on his cock and rub it all over before trying again. I got him inside, choked him down like I was swallowing bratwurst on Father's Day, and...Bingo!

"Ohhhhh Christ!" That long, thin cock slid right into my too small throat. All the way down to my tummy, it felt like, and my nose was deep in his pubic hair. It kind of hurt a little though. I mean, my throat was tiny! And it had to feel great for him, but I knew I'd probably have a sore throat for a day or two after this.

The second time was easier, and then after the third it just seemed natural. This body was learning, the same way my old body had learned, I was just a little younger now. The first time I'd learned to deep throat a cock, I'd been almost 16 and that guy had been about the same size as Mr. Lawson, or maybe a little smaller. He'd been a boy scout that I'd met while camping with my family. I'd thought it was love at the time, but I didn't know what love really meant until I met Tom.

Anyway, so I was deep-throating Mr. Lawson easily and I even let him hold my pretty head in his hands while he fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. I bet he thought we'd be doing that a lot. He was thinking about all his plans for our future while he watched his glistening penis, all shiny with my spit, slide wetly between my stretched preteen lips. Oh yeah, he loved fucking my beautiful face and he was going to cum any second.

"Oh fuck yessss...On your face...On your face...Bitch!" he groaned and gasped the words, pulling his cock from my bruised lips with a wet plop so he could jerk off. His fingers were tight in my hair, keeping my red face tilted upward to give him a lovely target.

I couldn't believe he'd called me a bitch. What was up with that? Maybe he meant it as a term of endearment, but more likely he was one of those guys who thought all girls were sluts, just because he wanted them to be. I hate those guys. But I didn't say anything, not a word; I just smiled and stuck out my tongue as the man started shooting his hot sticky load all over my face. He came a lot, too, but probably not as much as it could have been. I was pretty sure he'd already jerked off at least once that morning.

"Ohhh..." He was huffing and puffing, and nodding at me as I just knelt there, looking up at him with my face covered in fresh semen. He got some in my left eye and it stung a little.

"Kiss me now," he said, and that surprised the crap out of me.

Mr. Lawson got down there with me and his tongue was all over my face, lapping up his own sperm like a dog. I didn't know what he expected me to do, so I just sat still mostly. It had to be the weirdest thing I'd ever experienced in my life. He jerks off on my face and then licks it off? What a freak!

But hey, maybe he just really loved me that much. I mean, it was possible, right? Like he wanted to have some part of me forever, which in this case was the sperm he'd shared with me. The fluids that had touched my skin. It wasn't himself he was lapping up, it was the moment, the shared experience of having sex with a little girl. But that's the problem with having a degree in psychology, I tend to overanalyze everything. It's entirely possible the guy was just a freak.

"Mr. Lawson?" I asked for his attention after he'd finished licking me, and I felt rather...unclean.

I still had sperm in my hair, and on my blouse. My face was wet and sticky, but at least he'd gotten most of his mess cleaned up. I wondered if he licked the semen off his hands when he jerked off thinking about me. I hoped he did. It would be seriously perverted, but kind of sexy too, being wanted that much by a man.

"Hmmm?" He blinked at me, as if he'd forgotten where he was and what we were doing.

"I'm going to tell on you." I said matter of factly, and that got the reaction I was hoping for.

"W-What?" His face went white as a sheet, whiter than that really. He looked pallid, like a dead man. "But, Amanda...If you tell on me, then I'll have to tell your parents what you were doing with those boys and..."

"Shhhh..." I put my finger to my lips and looked him in the eyes. "I'll tell the police and you'll go to jail for a long, long, long time," I said very slowly. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" he whispered.

And then I told him exactly what I wanted. It wasn't very hard to get him to agree and I think he was actually relieved that what I wanted turned out to be very simple and quite painless. Oh, there would be some little problems maybe, some minor details he'd have to sort out, but overall, for a smart man like Mr. Lawson? That wouldn't be a problem. No problem at all.

Obviously, I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life going to school, or at least not the fifth grade! I needed to be home, watching Amanda and keeping her, and my body, out of trouble. I had to figure out how to fix this problem before something bad happened, and while nothing specifically bad came to mind, there was a general feeling in my tummy that it was coming. Like us switching bodies was just the first shoe. Pretty soon the other one would drop, and I wasn't gonna be jerking my clit for Mr. Lawson when it happened.

So, Mr. Lawson promised to make sure all my homework was done, all my tests were A's, and I was present every single day...Whether I showed up or not. That's all he had to do, mark me as present, and I'd be his perfect invisible student. He could find another little girl to lust after and I could stay at home. It sounded good to him, especially after I explained what would happen otherwise. He really didn't want to imagine a sperm spattered sobbing little girl running into the principal's office screaming for her daddy. That would be bad.

Yep, Mr. Lawson was quite eager to help me out. I knew he would be.

 

Continued