Teacher’s Fun Part 1

Teacher’s Fun MC MMM/fff

Part 1

This story was originally written some years ago by Pagan. I have tried to find him to thank him for writing such a fine piece but to no avail. If anyone knows where I can find Pagan, or if Pagan himself should read this , please contact me through this site (drivercolt (at) y a h o o (dot) com ) so I can thank you and get your permission for posting the story.

I have made a few editorial changes to this story to suit my lustful tastes, and there was quite a bit of pedo content which I have removed. I hope the original author, Pagan, doesnt mind. I dont want to infringe any copyright or steal any of the credit or get in trouble with the authorities. This is a great story and I think it should be shared with all the fans of this kind of story once again.

I have written further parts of the story and will write more if there is some demand for it. (yes, I know I’ve said that for years and years about other stories. But I hope i can deliver on it. I think this is a wonderful premise and has lots and lots of depraved possibilities.).

Benny J

May, 2022

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(M/f, M/g, oral, anal, mind control)

In the Beginning there was ‘The Power’.

There was only one reason Don Dekker had chosen to become a college professor. It certainly wasn’t the money, which was pathetic at his level, and it had a moderate amount of prestige but not enough to secure the kind of favors and special deals you hear about in the daily news by any stretch of the imagination. His education might very well have taken him much further into a much more lucrative career, but wouldn’t have given him access to what he wanted the most. What he thought about night and day. What he needed more than anything in his sorry life. Young, nubile, pretty, flexible, teenage girls.

Cute little honey sluts in short skirts, no bras, tiny thong panties. Sweet little cuties with long hair, with their firm shapely legs and adorable little asses. Oh how he loved them, how he dreamed of them. Oh how he loved his hobby of peeking up their cute little skirts, how he wanted to finger their wet little cunsllits, how he wanted to lick and kiss their sweet, hairless little cunts. And yes, to drive his pervert cock hard up the sweet little cuntholes.

To say that Don was obsessed with young girls would be putting it mildly. He lived for nothing else but the chance to spy a little pair of panties, to sneak a feel under a girl’s skirt, to actually see a delicious little pussy and to kiss it and lick it. He was one of the many men who went to college sport not to watch the game – he couldn’t give a shit about the game. It was the cheerleaders!! The Texas Cowgirls were so FUCKING HOT in their little lowrise shorts. The USC Song Girls were spectacularly beautiful, flexible, well Nubile!. He would give a lot to get a few of them naked in his bed some time.

He had gotten in trouble at his previous school – a private high school – for sticking his hand up girls’ skirts on the stairwell. He had gotten away with it for some time, and in the process had squeezed many a cute little bubble ass and had managed to cop feels of some really nice pussies, as recommended by a certain former President. Then one day, throwing caution to the winds, he pushed his luck just a bit too far. He had tried to get a certain fifteen- year-old girl’s panties down for a little dirty fun with her.

The School Board, not wanting to make a fuss over the matter, simply fired him, but did not make his offense public. Some money paid to the parents and a guaranteed scholarship to the girl had luckily made that problem go away, and the school was glad to see the back of Don Dekker. Had they only known about his many other offenses, things would have been different. Like the time he took Tracey Brooks to the school basement and, with the threat of reporting a book she had stolen, got the child to strip naked and let him lick her all over. Or the time he had similarly coerced Hannah Bremer to take off her panties and give him a blowjob after school. Not that she was a stranger to blowjobs – she was known for it amongst the local boys which made her a popular girl to take on dates. But she wasn’t known for giving blowjobs to any of the faculty.

Oh and we mustn’t forget to mention Ivy Tessel, who was always failing tests, well he made sure of that. And each time she had to lift up her skirt and pull down her panties for him so he could play with her sweet cunt crack if she wanted to pass.

He had come close to being caught on that one. Really close. It was the fifth or sixth time pretty little Ivy had failed a test and stayed after school. He had gotten her panties all the way off and had her up on a desk at the back of the room. Her skirt was up around her waist, her legs spread widely apart, and he was sucking her cute little pussy when the door opened. Lucky for him it was the old, near-sighted janitor, who had peeked in for a few seconds, saw nothing, closed the door and left.

It was frightening and heart-poundingly close, but not frightening enough to keep him from sucking on the girl’s delicious little pussy for another ten minutes.

This was all, of course, before he got ‘The Power’.

After being let go by the school, Don happened one day to be in a Gypsy teashop reading a magazine. On one of the pages was an ad for children’s underwear with a picture of a cute little teenage blonde girl in tight white cotton panties. Don’s tongue almost hung out as he stared at the picture thinking how he would love to feel those little panties, how he would love to pull them down and see how nice everything was, how he would love to lick the little girl’s ass and cunt. So engrossed was he in the picture that he failed to notice an old man sitting at the next table watching him.

When he finally looked up and saw the old man, he quickly turned the page and the old man smiled. When he again looked down at the magazine his eyes nearly popped out, for there, on the very next page, was the same girl bent over and holding up the back of her skirt to show her panty-covered little ass. It was unbelievable.

Don looked at the cover of the magazine and it was Good Housekeeping magazine. It had to be his imagination. He turned to the inside once again and gasped. There was a picture of a little brunette high school cheerleader. The girl was on her back with her pleated uniform skirt up around her waist. Her legs were widely spread and she was pulling her panties over to the side to show her moist, hairless cunt. The cunt was red and swollen, revealing evidence of recent sexual use.

Don heard laughter and looked up to see the old man approaching his table. He quickly closed the magazine.

The old man pulled out a chair and sat smiling at Don’s table.

“That is quite a magazine. Is it not, my friend?” he said.

“I…I don’t know what you mean…” Don stammered.

“All those pictures of teenage girls” the old man smiled “They are quite nice, are they not?”

“What pictures…” Don said defensively “I didn’t see any pictures.”

“You didn’t?” the old man chuckled “I put them there just for you.”

“Just for me? Don stammered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re crazy.”

“Perhaps. But I think the little brunette has quite a charming little cunt. Don’t you?” he smiled impishly “I think a little cunt like that would be wonderful to kiss and to lick. Do you not agree?”

“I don’t have to listen to this” Don said peevishly. “Who the hell are you? Just go away and leave me alone.”

“Now, Now, my friend. Don’t be angry. I think it will be to your benefit to listen to me” the old man said “I am Josef and I did indeed put those pictures in the magazine for you to see. You do not believe me now, but you will.”

“I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous” Don said, “You don’t really expect me to believe…”

“Turn to page 86” the old man cut him off.

Don opened the page and his mouth hung open. There was a picture of little Ivy Tessel holding up her school skirt in an all too familiar schoolroom. Her panties were down around her thighs and he himself was tickling her naked pussy.

“Wha…What…What…” Don gasped as he stared in disbelief at the picture “What is this…this is crazy…Where did you get this…I…I don’t believe…who the hell are you…I…I never…never…”

“Oh come now, my friend” Josef smiled “Are you saying that you never pulled down that girl’s panties to feel her cunt? Now who’s being ridiculous?”

“You’re with the police. Is that it?” Don began to sweat. “I’m going to call my lawyer.”

“Oh, please. I am not with the police” Josef said “In fact I don’t much like the police.”

“Then this is blackmail” Don piped, terrified. “You managed to take this picture and you want to blackmail me.”

“My friend. I never saw you before today” Josef said impatiently “I got the picture by searching your mind. I can do that, you know. I can do that and many other things. Now quiet down and listen to me. I promise you will be happy that you did.”

Don sat back in his chair resignedly. This old man had the goods on him and he knew it. He was just a crazy old loon but he would have to indulge him. He didn’t know how the old man had gotten the picture but it could be trouble.

“As I said. My name is Josef” the old man continued, “I am older than you can imagine. Let us just say hundreds of years old. You can believe me or not. That is not the issue.”

Don stared, now fascinated.

“I enjoy life and living as I always have” Josef continued “Many years ago, I struck a bargain. With who is of no importance to you. That bargain permits me to age only five years for every hundred and to enjoy good health throughout.”

“Five years for every hundred” Don almost snickered “Let’s see. That would make you about…about…”

“Never mind” Josef glared “I can see you are doubtful. I promise that before the hour is out, you will not be. May I continue?”

“Sure, be my guest” Don smirked “I’m all ears.”

“There is, however, a service I must perform each hundred years, on this date, to ensure my next hundred” Josef said “That service involves you.