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    Teacher's Aide (teacher/student(mf)/cons./romantic/spanking) - fiction

by D.A.P.  The following work is entirely fictional and in no way 
represents past events or real people nor does it seek to promote 
adult/teenager sexual relations as a way of life.  It is merely a story to

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                           TEACHER'S AIDE
    "Would you people get quiet?" Mr. Anthony yelled for the fourth or 
fifth time during the same 7th period U.S. History class.  They were 
unruly again as they almost always were, here near the tiring, irritating 
end of yet another tiring, irritating school day.  He had tried yelling 
and cajoling and bribing, but nothing had worked with this group all year
long.  He finally gives up trying to explain Reconstruction and tells the
students to work on their homework assignment for the rest of the period.
    As had become his habit in this, the worst of his classes, Mr. Anthony
glanced over to the one part of the room where he's sure he'll see one
friendly, attentive face.  He drinks in Robin's face for as long as he
dares, noticing as he does that she's actually trying to get the kids
around her to be quiet so that she can get some homework done.  The
teacher leaves his eyes on her just a second too long, though, and Robin
looks up at him and catches his eye.  She beams her biggest, sweetest
smile when she sees that he's watching and shrugs her shoulders as if to
say, "I can't get them to be quiet either."  It's a scene that has
repeated itself over and over again this school year, because this entire
section of U.S. History seems to be populated entirely with assholes with
the single exception of the pretty, brown-haired 16-year-old.
    It's finally, mercifully over.  The bell rings and the kids zoom out,
again with the only exception being Robin, of course.  As is her habit
very nearly every day, Robin comes by Mr. Anthony's desk and says, "See ya
tomorrow."  He smiles up at her, feeling a little uneasy at the same time
that he appreciates her trying to be so genuinely friendly.  He does his
best to stare off into the middle distance after she turns and starts
walking out, but he finds his gaze invariably drawn back to her.  He
intently watches her firm, youthful (if a bit wide) ass as it sways back
and forth while she walks out into the hallway.  No more kids will bother
him today.  Eighth period is a planning period for him, which, after one
of his usual days, often means a collapse-on-his-desk period so he has
energy enough to drive home after school.
    "Thank God, the end of the day," Mr. Anthony's groans softly to 
himself when Robin's ass disappears out his door while he rubs his temples

to try to relieve some of his daily dose of tension.  He knows that it's 
very, very dangerous for him to think this way about one of his female 
students. It's the single quickest way to leave the teaching profession 
early nowadays with sexual harassment on everyone's mind.  Of course, all
teachers did it, both male and female.  The clothes that the kids wore -
that their parents LET them wear! - were just too damn provocative and
revealing for any normal human not to at least look at them, either down
the front of a low-cut blouse or up a too-short mini-skirt, or, for the
female teachers, at the conspicuous bulges in the front of male students'
sweat pants or jeans.  "The problem," Mr. Anthony thinks, with a tired    

sigh, "was not to let yourself dwell or fixate on a student, no matter how
hard they tried to get you to sometimes."
    Robin had been trying her best to get him to do just that for weeks 
now. He had become convinced quite some time back that he wasn't just
flattering himself by thinking that a cute girl half his age had the hots
for him.  She had convinced him.  Some of the attempted flirtations by 16-
and 17-year-olds were so obvious as to be laughable.  Hell, the 13- and
14-year-old ninth graders who he taught had tried it, too.  The obvious
ones were so obvious that they were easy to push aside and resist.
    Robin, on the other hand, was doing everything as properly as could be

done. No winks or overenthusiastic brushes against him amongst the
hallway traffic.  No silly compliments about his tie or the clothes he
wore.  She was much more subtle than that, and that was what worried him.
He was afraid that she might be serious about him, and even more afraid
that he wanted her to be serious.
    He had taught Robin earlier, and, back then - when she would have been
about 13 or 14 - she was just another one of the troublemakers, yapping
constantly and doing everything she could think of to actually keep from
working.  In other words, she was a pretty typical high school student and
in no way attractive to an adult.  But, between her freshman and junior
years, some sort of metamorphosis had taken place.  He had noticed it from
nearly the first day of the new school year.  She was attentive; she
studied; she did her homework, and her grades showed it, too.  She was
running on the borderline between an "A" and a "B" whereas in the ninth
grade she had always been hanging between a "D" and an "F".  He was
thrilled about that part of her transformation.  The part that scared him
was the fact that when she dropped by his room during his free periods or
stopped in after school to talk to him (which she had made a habit of
doing at least once almost every day) she actually sat and talked with him
like an adult.  No giggling, no preening - none of that stuff.
    When he was with Robin, Mr. Anthony found it very easy to imagine that

he was talking to someone 10 years older if he blotted out for a moment 
how she looked and who she was.  He tried hard not to do that, but found
himself doing it more and more often though it worried him immensely.  She
had even taken to coming in her study hall - this period in fact - and
doing grading and stapling and other chores for him.  He kept thinking
that he shouldn't let her do it, but she was so damn helpful - and fast
and hardworking - and he was so bogged down in paperwork that he kept
letting her do it.  And, found himself feeling more and more pleased each
time she showed up in his doorway for whatever reason.
    "Speaking of that, I wonder where she is today?" he thought, a frown
passing over his face at the thought of not seeing her outside of class.
He caught himself thinking that way and harshly reminded himself that she
was young and had better things to do, and then went about grading his own
papers, trying mightily while he did to keep an image of her gently
swaying butt from intruding on his thoughts.
    
**** END PART 1 "Teacher's Aide"

"Teacher's Aide" part 2...
    By the time that Mr. Anthony finally gave up on grading papers, the
janitors had already bumped through and were gone for the evening.  He sat
and listened for a few minutes.  The building was perfectly quiet.  He
supposed that it must be one of those rare evenings when there wasn't some
sort of meeting going on in the building.  He took a quick glance out the
window at the parking lot, and, sure enough, his was the only vehicle in
sight.  "Hell, it's 5:45!  No damn wonder everyone else is gone," he
thought sarcastically, "they're all gone home to family and all that happy
horseshit."
    He looked down at the mass of tests still to be graded, and decided 
that the grading would go much more smoothly if he was home in his little
apartment with his feet up and a margarita on the stand beside his chair
than it would here in this stuffy little classroom.  With that in mind,
Mr. Anthony began to gather up his materials, but stopped a moment later
in complete surprise when he heard a light tapping at the door to his room
and then the sounds of someone trying to turn the doorknob.  "Well, who
the hell is that?" he thought grumpily, readying himself for more
aggravation.  "There must have been someone else here after all and
probably some silly ass who wants to yap and keep me here even later,"
and, then, as the doorknob kept rattling insistently, "Goddamn janitor
must have locked it when he came through."  He got up and went over to
open it for whatever teacher was crazy enough to be working this late.
Actually, he usually locked it himself when he was working this late
because there were a few of his older male students who, while they'd
never have the nerve to jump him in public, might just talk themselves
into trying if they caught him here alone.  That thought brought him up
short for a moment, and he hesitated in opening the door.
    "Who is it?" he called through the locked door instead of saying, 
"Hang on, I'll be there in a seconds," as he had been about to say.
    "It's just me," said the quiet, female voice from the other side of 
the door.  Instantly, the teacher's heart began pumping blood faster as he
recognized Robin's voice.  He was so surprised that he froze for a moment,
but, before he allowed himself to think of too many reasons why he
shouldn't, Mr. Anthony reached out and opened the door for her.
    Robin was still wearing the same clothes that she had worn to school 
that day.  Something else that Mr. Anthony had noticed about Robin this 
year was that she was dressing much more neatly and taking greater care 
about such things as her makeup (though she didn't wear much) and her 
hair. As a freshman, she had come to school quite often looking like she 
had just rolled out of bed.  What she had on now was much more indicative 
of the "new" Robin.
    The 16-year-old had on a bulky, pullover sweater which hid the fact 
that she had rather small breasts (Robin wore such sweaters often enough 
that Mr. Anthony would have been willing to bet that she was a bit ashamed

of the fact that her chest hadn't developed the same way the rest of her 
body had).  With that, she wore a pleated skirt that came up to just above

her knees.  The skirt was cut so that her hips (which she probably thought
were too wide) didn't look quite so full and was short enough that her
smooth, creamy legs were still readily visible without being so short (as
many teenage girls' skirts often were) that she looked slutty or downright
silly as some of her classmates did.  And, she had on the faintest hint of
perfume.  It was something light and very nice.  The scent wafting into
Mr. Anthony's nostrils was just strong enough to make him breathe in
deeply in spite of his fears.  It also made him want to get closer and    
 

rather than being so strong and cloyingly sweet that it made him gag
instead - as was also the norm with female teenagers.  Her hair was worn
loose and pulled back behind her ears and was just long enough so that the
bottom of her light brown hair barely brushed against her shoulders when
she turned her head from side to side.  In other words, Robin was dressed
in a smart, classy, very adult manner.  It was something that Mr. Anthony
couldn't help but notice, though he had tried mightily to do just that.
    "Well, hello there, Miss Varick," he said as she walked past him into 
the room.  "What in the world are you doing at school this time of day?"  
He tried to make his voice as calm and as matter-of-fact as possible, and
immediately felt sure that he had failed miserably.  Robin didn't seem to
notice though, walking quickly up to his desk while he closed the door
(after a nervous peek outside to make sure that the hallway was empty),
and plunked down in the position she always occupied when she dropped by
during a free period or after school - the desk right in front of his
teacher's desk, sitting so that she faced him when he sat behind his desk.
    "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. A, you were about to leave weren't you?" Robin 
said when she noticed his half-loaded briefcase as Mr. Anthony circled 
around her and sat down behind his desk.
    "Ah, well, I guess, but I'm in no hurry," he answered with a smile,
wondering even as he said it why he didn't take the easy way out of this
situation that she had just offered.  "You didn't answer me.  I'm stuck
here grading papers, but you're gotta have better things to do than hang
around school three hours after it's let out for the day.  So, what
gives?" he asked again with a gentle smile.  Robin had relaxed and slumped
down more comfortably into her desk as soon as Mr. Anthony had told her he
was in no hurry, but she tensed up again, sitting straighter in her seat,
when he repeated his question.
    "Oh, it's my folks again," she said, trying to make it sound like it 
was no big deal at all.  Robin had told Mr. Anthony earlier in the year 
that her mom and step-father fought a lot, but she had passed it off as 
not being that bad.  He had suspected at the time that it was, and her
presence here tonight confirmed his suspicions.  "I just didn't feel like
listening to them scream at each other any more so I left and was out
walking around and, well, I came by here and saw your light on and that
your car was still here.  So, here I am," she finished with a brave smile,
and Mr. Anthony smiled back at her.
    "Okay, fair enough," he said, and was relieved to see her body visibly
relax again.
    "Thanks.  I don't want to be a nuisance," Robin added.
    "Nah, you're not a nuisance," he answered with a grin, relaxing a bit
himself.  "You can hang out as long as you like.  Well, I mean, you can
hang out 'til I leave.  I wouldn't think that you'd want to spend the
night locked inside the school."  Robin giggled at that, making her eyes
sparkle as they always did when she laughed, and those sparkling eyes made
Mr. Anthony's heart skip a beat or two again as he joined in her laughter.
 

    "For that matter, I wouldn't want to spend the night here either!"  
That made Robin laugh even harder, and both of them chuckled quietly for
several seconds before stopping; both student and teacher considerably
more at ease now than they had been a few minutes before.
    In order to keep himself from just sitting and gawking at her, as he 
would have loved to do, Mr. Anthony started grading tests again, figuring 
that Robin would get tired of watching him and leave fairly quickly.
    "I like hanging out with you," she spoke quietly a few moments later,
destroying the little concentration he had regained.
    "I, uh, well, yeah, I like having you here," he sputtered back, not
sure at all how to answer a statement like that - not safely anyway.  
Robin's face lit up with another wide smile when he said that, making Mr. 
Anthony wonder if it been the wrong thing to say.
    "Good!" Robin said and then suddenly hopped up, walked around the desk

and bent down to look over his shoulder at the test he was trying
unsuccessfully to grade.  "Can I watch you grade tests?" she asked
sweetly, placing her hands on the desk beside him and supporting herself
on them.  From this distance, her perfume drifted back into Mr. Anthony's
nostrils, providing very nearly more stimulus than he could stand.  With a
start, he felt the beginnings of an erection swelling in his pants.

***** END PART 2 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P.

"Teacher's Aide" part 3...
    "Sssure," he stammered, sounding more like a frightened teenager than
Robin.  Mr. Anthony was thankful that she made no sign of noticing how
nervous he was even if she had.  As she leaned over his desk, with her
left breast no more than 10 or 12 inches from his mouth, Mr. Anthony only
managed to mark three or four more questions before giving up and leaning
back in his chair.  The shift helped with two things.  It got his face a
safer distance from Robin's chest and gave her no further excuse to lean
over.  Robin, however, didn't let that bother her as she turned to face
him again, leaning back against the edge of his desk with her butt.
    "You know, it's, well, I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to be up
here," he finally got up the nerve to say haltingly as he put his hands
behind his head and tried his best to look calm.  As soon as the words
were out of his mouth, he regretted them because the girl's pretty face
clouded with a frown.  "I mean, I really like having you around, it's
just, well, you know people in a little town like this would talk if they
knew you were up here alone with me," he hurriedly added.
    "Oh, I know Mr. A," she answered cheerfully; the smile returning to 
her face just as quickly as it had vanished.  "That's why I was extra 
careful before I came into the building.  I didn't think the doors would 
be unlocked, but they were.  So, before I came inside, I made extra sure 
to look around to see if anyone was in any of the other rooms or across 
the street who might see me," she explained proudly.  Her words made Mr.
Anthony's heart race even faster.  She had checked to make sure no one
would know she was alone with him?!  He could barely believe his ears and
couldn't decide whether to be terrified or thrilled with the news.
    "So, don't you worry, Mr. A," she went on, smiling down at him, 
"nobody knows I'm here but me, and I would never, ever say anything to get

you into trouble."
    "Well, uh, okay, I mean, uhhh, I know you wouldn't do that, Robin," he
finally managed to stutter out as he felt sweat pop out onto his forehead
despite the fact that the room was rather cool from the evening air softly
blowing through the open windows.  He was so nervous that he proceeded to
do something that he always did when he was tired or nervous or both.
Rather than say anything else at the moment and make himself sound even
more edgy, Mr. Anthony began stretching his neck, rotating his head from
side to side, trying to loosen it up and give himself a chance to regain a
little composure.
    "Oh, I bet your neck is killing you!" she cried sympathetically, and,
before Mr. Anthony could even begin to react, Robin hopped up off the edge
of his desk, scooted around behind his chair, and began rubbing at the
base of his neck with her warm, soft hands.  It was as if an electric
current passed through his body at the touch of her fingers, and Mr.
Anthony jerked involuntarily.
    "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Robin asked with her voice full of
concern and immediately stopped rubbing.
    "Uh, unh, no, it's okay," he answered in a barely audible whisper.
    "Oh, okay," she said happily and went back to massaging his neck with 
what turned out to be surprisingly strong fingers.  It felt wonderful, but

Mr. Anthony knew it was crazy to let her keep doing this.  It was crazy to

let her touch him at all, considering how badly he wanted her.  He knew 
that the longer she kept this up, the more trouble he was going to have
controlling himself, but still he let her continue.
    "God, your neck is stiff as a board!" Robin said with a laugh as she 
began to really dig in with her fingers.  "Poor Mr. A with all these silly

tests to grade.  It's no wonder your neck is killing you.  You gotta get 
more rest and relax some," she gently lectured while she continued the 
massage. By that point, Mr. Anthony could only grunt happily in the 
affirmative. Her fingers were doing wonders for his neck and his 
disposition.
    She worked on him for another 10 or 15 minutes, and he let her.  Then,

she gave him one final, soft squeeze and stopped but left her hands on his
shoulders so that her fingers remained in contact with the bare skin of
his neck.
    "Now, how was that?  Feeling better?" she asked, leaning over to look 
down at his face.  Mr. Anthony turned to look up her with a big smile on 
his face before answering.
    "That was absolutely wonderf..." was all he got out of his mouth.  
Between Robin bending forward and his turning his head toward her, there 
remained only a scant five or six inches between the lips of teacher and 
student. That was way too close.  Robin acted as if she had a powerful 
magnet implanted in her lips and Mr. Anthony's lips were made of solid 
iron, so quickly did she cover the remaining distance between them, 
smothering the rest of what her teacher was going to say with a kiss.  It 
wasn't a wild, animalistic kiss, but more of a firm, passionate one.  But,

it still left nothing to the teacher's imagination as to what it was 
intended to convey.
    Robin pressed her soft pink lips to his, without nibbling or opening 
her mouth, but neither did she lighten the pressure.  The teacher, 
desperately trying to breathe through his nose and think at the same time,

found the thinking part much harder to do.  He found that his lips, 
seemingly moving of their own accord, began kissing Robin back.  And, the 
two of them began nibbling at each other's lips as their kissing became 
more and more and more passionate.
    Moments later, Robin pivoted her body and slid down into Mr. Anthony's
lap, and he didn't do a single thing to stop her.  He gasped softly into
the 16-year-old's mouth as her luscious ass pressed down onto his
erection.  It was a bit painful for him to begin with, but the soft warmth
of her cheeks rubbing and chafing against his cock more than made up for
that.  Then Robin reached up and wrapped her arms around her teacher's
neck without ever breaking her lip-lock on his mouth, and Mr. Anthony
hugged her warm young body tightly against his own.
    By that point, the pair, acting more like two novice youngsters than a
16-year-old and a 32-year-old, had begin exploring each other's mouths
with their tongues, wrestling and sucking and plunging as they
mouth-fucked each other.  Both were terribly frightened, but neither was
about to call a halt to what they were doing.
    Mr. Anthony was frankly amazed at how well the young girl kissed which
made him feel a bit less guilty about what he was doing.  Robin certainly
wasn't inexperienced - at least not at kissing.  He might even have gotten
himself back under control and pushed her away or perhaps have kept his
indiscretion to merely kissing but for what the teacher felt next.
    He was surprised that the front of his pants was beginning to get 
damp, and his surprise changed to amazement as he realized what was 
causing it. His nostrils confirmed what his sense of touch was already 
telling him. Robin was so wet that she was soaking right through his pants

as well as her underwear!  That realization did it for any thought of 
turning back.

***** END PART 3 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P.

"Teacher's Aide" part 4...
    Mr. Anthony pulled his lips away from Robin's but not to stop kissing 
her. Oh, no.  He merely began licking and kissing and nibbling his way 
across her face, underneath her chin and then down her neck, which made 
the youngster lean her head back and moan softly.  He continued kissing 
her throat, moving back and forth from ear to ear, periodically returning 
to her soft pink lips.
    "Oh God, Yes!" Robin moaned, nearly delirious.  "Yes Mr. A!  Mmmm, 
ungh! Mmmmmm, God, how I've wanted you to do this to me!  For so damn 
long! Mmmm!"
    Mr. Anthony could feel the front of his trousers getting wetter and 
wetter and could smell Robin's sex enticing him.  He began to move his 
hands over her body while he kissed her, rubbing her back and massaging 
her small breasts through the fabric of her sweater while his hunger for 
her grew.
    "Please Mr. A!  Please do me!  Please!" Robin moaned into his mouth 
while he pinched one of her hard nipples between his fingers.  "Doing" 
Robin was exactly what Mr. Anthony had in mind.  His passion had 
completely overwhelmed his self-control.
    "Yes!  Yes Robin!" he panted against her neck as his hands groped her
breasts.  The youngster reached down with one hand and pulled her sweater
up around her neck in response to his fondling, and the teacher suddenly
found his hands grasping firm, young flesh.  Mr. Anthony leaned over and
sucked his young student's left nipple between his lips, hungrily nursing
on the large pink aureole.  The girl had small breasts, not much more
developed than the chest of a boy, but her little tits were soft and
inviting and beautiful with their large pink nipples (now wrinkled and
hard in erection) and were decorated with a healthy sprinkling of
freckles.
    "Oh God yes!" Robin gasped, grabbing a handful of the older man's hair

to hold onto while she tried to grind her tits even harder against his
sucking, nibbling mouth.  The teacher sucked both nipples voraciously, but
finally her moaning and the smell of her wet cunt were too much to ignore.

He had to have her - now!
    Mr. Anthony slid to the front edge of his chair - no small feat with 
140 or 150 pounds of wet, wiggling teenager in his lap - got his legs 
under him and stood up far enough to plop Robin's ass onto the edge of his

desk. He moved his hands to reach for her sex, but his young student was 
even faster and more anxious than he was.  As soon as Robin realized what 
Mr. Anthony was doing to her, she leaned back on the desk, propping 
herself up on her elbows, and spread her legs wide for her teacher to come

inside.
    "Do me Mr. A!  I want you in me!  Do me now!" she grunted, sounding 
almost like an animal in heat instead of a human.  Mr. Anthony's nostrils 
flared again as he got an even stronger whiff of Robin's pussy juices when

she spread her legs for him.
    He leaned forward and yanked his student's skirt up around her waist,
ready to rip her panties off if he couldn't get them down fast enough, but
what he found both shocked and delighted him.  Staring back at him,
looking absolutely delicious, was Robin's bare, glistening mound.  Mr.
Anthony looked up at Robin and found her grinning down at him.
    "I didn't think I'd be needing my panties for long so I took 'em off
downstairs and stuck 'em in my purse," she said with a sly smile.  "Hurry
up and do me Mr. A - before I explode!" she added emphatically, and her
teacher needed no further urging.
    Mr. Anthony leaned forward and rammed his face as tightly as he could
right into the young girl's sex-slimy twat, making Robin grunt happily.
    "Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!" Robin began grunting rhythmically as the older 
man began to explore every nook and cranny of her young, tender pussy with

his tongue and fingers.  Mr. Anthony couldn't believe how delicious she 
was as he parted her slick cunt lips and took a long, slow slurp all the 
way down her slit.  His young student's pussy had a nearly transparent 
covering of soft brown hair that did nothing to hide the beauty of it - or

to impede his eating it!  Her fat, pouty outer lips shone and glistened 
with juices, and Robin was so aroused that the bright pink interior of her

slit was visible even without having her teacher spread her lips.  Robin's

vagina was incredibly tight, Mr. Anthony soon discovered, as he had to 
really work to get his tongue inside her very far at all.  And, he was 
barely able to get a second finger inside her despite her wetness.
    "Oooooooo, God, yes, suck it!" Robin squealed every time her teacher 
came anywhere near her hard little clit, and he was more than happy to 
oblige. Only the third or fourth suck on Robin's clit made her nubile 
young body jerk and spasm in her orgasm.  Mr. Anthony paused for a moment,

thinking that she might want to catch her breath, but his student kept 
urging him on, pumping her cunt into his face, so he went right back to 
eating her.
    By now, Mr. Anthony's hard-on was almost unbearable.  He had to do
something to get some relief for himself, but again the young girl was
already ahead of his thinking.
    "Do me Mr. A!  Please stick your cock in me!  Please!" Robin begged; 
her voiced was filled with yearning.  Even had Mr. Anthony been strong 
enough to resist otherwise, the sound of Robin's sweet voice begging him 
to fuck her would have sent him over the edge in uncontrolled lust.  He 
stopped eating her for the moment and stood up between her widely spread 
legs. Those same firm, luscious legs that he had admired so many times in 
class and in the hall, so beautiful despite the tiny amount of baby fat 
they still carried.
    He was so damn nervous that he fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper

for several seconds, so Robin came to his rescue again.  She sat back up, 
gave him a quick kiss and then reached down, deftly unfastening his belt 
and pants button and then unzipping him.  Nervous as he was, even Mr. 
Anthony could take it from there, and he yanked his trousers and shorts 
down in a single movement.
    His rock hard cock sprang free of the confines of his clothing like a
rocket trying to launch from Cape Canaveral, standing straight out stiffly
at attention and pointing exactly where it wanted to go - straight at
Robin's slimy little cunt.
    "Ooooo, Mr. A, what a pretty cock!" she cooed and then reached down to
wrap the fingers of one hand around his shaft.  Mr. Anthony felt as though
another bold of electricity had shot through his body when Robin touched
his penis, and he was afraid for just a moment that he might cum all over
her without even getting his cock inside her, but it was just his
excitement.  While Robin gently stroked his shaft for a few moments, he
calmed down just a bit and realized that he hadn't cum yet.  He watched,
utterly fascinated, as Robin smiled at him and then slid slowly off of the
desk top.  After her feet touched the floor, she bent her knees and
squatted down so that her face was at the same level as his cock.
    
***** END PART 4 "Teacher's Aide" - fiction by D.A.P.