Tom James - Naughty schoolgirl

Jenny Armstrong walked down the hall, her books held against the heavy mounds of her breasts. Other students jostled her, but the girl ignored them. She opened the door of the teacher's lunch room and looked in.

"Is Mr. Evans here?" Jenny asked.

One of the other teachers shook her head. "I think he went out for lunch, Jenny," she said.

"Oh," Jenny sighed. Disappointed, she closed the door and started toward the yard.

The whole thing had started that morning. Jenny had gone into Mr. Evans' class feeling odd. The more she sat and watched him, the worse she felt. Her entire body had started to ache, and then the ache had centered itself in her breasts. She'd tried to ignore it, but it had only gotten worse. By the time the class had ended, the dark-haired girl had been ready to scream.

Jenny was sure that if she could only talk to Mr. Evans for a few minutes she'd feel much better, but she couldn't find him anywhere!

"Hi, Jenny," Clint Evans passed her, heading for the office.

"Mr. Evans! Mr. Evans, can I talk to you for just a minute? It… it's really important!"

Clint looked down at the girl, noticing the circles of fatigue under her eyes and the hysterical edge in her voice.

"Sure, Jenny, let's go to my office." As a counselor, Clint was one of the few teachers in school to have his own office.

Jenny stood just inside the door, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. She looked everywhere except at him.

Clint carefully left the door open and sat down, a ready smile on his face.

"Now, what's the problem?"

Jenny shrugged. "I… I can't say, really. I just feel all sort of funny inside. It started this morning and its been getting worse all day."

Clint stared at the floor for a minute and then said, "You know, I think the school nurse could do you a lot more good then I could."

"Her?" Jenny laughed. "She's so busy being somewhere else, she'll be late to her own funeral."

Clint chuckled. Jenny had pinned Ma Parsons down with one neat phrase.

"Have you tried talking to your mother? What's wrong with you sounds like something she'd be better equipped to handle than me."

Jenny shrugged and Clint watched the twin mounds of the girl's breasts move under her sweater. He realized suddenly that he could see the tips of her breasts expanding, pushing against her bra and sweater, and the sight made his cock stir.

Jenny, her eyes on his pants, saw the movement, and it called forth a strange, wonderful ache in her belly. Without thinking the teen-ager slid one hand down and began rubbing herself just below the waist.

Clint, excited, knew what he was going to do was wrong, but the temptation was too great. Jenny wouldn't tell anyone and no one would come here during the lunch hour.

Still rubbing her belly, Jenny sat down opposite Clint, the hem of her skirt riding up nearly to mid-thigh. Whether by accident or design she kept her legs apart. Clint could see the small white patch of her panties.

"Do you really want me to help you, Jenny?" he asked, huskily.

"Please," Jenny said softly. "I don't know what's wrong, but now my belly aches. My… my breasts do, too," she admitted, blushing slightly.

Clint smiled reassuringly. He got up and walked around behind her.

"Jenny, if you want me to, I'll make you feel a lot better," he said softly. "But if I'm going to do it right, I have to touch you."

Jenny felt a momentary flash of panic.

"Touch me?" she asked, anxiously, not daring to turn around.

Clint gently laid one hand on her shoulder. "I'll have to take your bra off and touch your breasts," he said softly.

Jenny shivered. All she wanted to do was talk, but Mr. Evans was so nice, and she felt so crazy. What could be wrong?

Wordlessly, the teen-ager leaned forward and pulled her sweater up over her head, putting it down on the desk. She undid her bra straps and put the bra on top of the sweater. The cold air made her breasts feel funny, and her nipples got all wrinkled, but they were hurting more than ever.

"All right," she whispered.

Clint, his palms moist with nervous perspiration, reached over the girl's shoulders and gently cupped his hands over the warm, firm mounds of her tits.

"Ohhh!" Jenny moaned at the touch of his hands. It hurt so wonderfully! A strange heat was building up in her stomach, and she tried rubbing it, but it wouldn't go away.

Clint, his cock getting harder every second, slowly and gently manipulated the teen-ager's breasts, feeling her nipples thickening under his fingers. The more he caressed her, the more Jenny wiggled on her chair, unconscious of her action.

"Getting better now, Jenny?" he asked kissing her hair softly.

"Sorta," the girl gasped. "But my belly hurts something awful!"

"Lift your hips and take your panties off," Clint suggested.

Dazed, Jenny did as he told her. The touch of his hands on her body was driving her crazy.

"I'm going to touch you some more, Jenny. All right?" Clint was ready to blow his load in his pants he was so excited.

"Ummm, anything," the girl sighed.

Keeping one hand on her breast, Clint reached down and slid his hand between her legs. Jenny kept her thighs together for a moment, but a gentle flick of Clint's fingers on her nipple made her open them.

Jenny shuddered as Clint's expert fingers slid against the warmth of her pussy. She spread her legs further apart, and Clint gently split the lips with his finger, feeling for the tiny nubbin of her clit.

"Jessssss!" Jenny nearly screamed as he touched her. His fingers were touching the one, exact spot where all the pain was focused. A buzzing noise started in her head and rapidly became a roar. Jenny was only aware of his fingers touching her, ever so lightly.

Clint stroked the writhing girl's cunt flesh, feeling her body shudder as she came closer and closer to orgasm. His own sex organ was throbbing madly, and he wished he could stick it in the teen-ager's pussy.

"AHHHHH!" Jenny screamed softly as a huge ball of light exploded inside her. She jerked violently, her fingers digging into his arm to keep him from moving his hand. She was dimly aware that her crotch was wet and for a moment had a panicky thought that she'd peed on him, but he didn't say anything, and it felt so wonderful!

"Ohhh, ohhh my God! Gee, Mr. Evans, I… I never felt like that before in my whole life!" Jenny leaned back against him, dimly aware of the thick shaft in his pants.

"Feel better now?" Clint gently took his hands off her body.

"Oh yeah!" Jenny sighed. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them, her eyes shut with enjoyment. "I don't know what to say."

Clint moved around until he was standing in front of her. Jenny opened her eyes and looked straight at the huge bulge in his pants.

"Wow," she said softly.

"You know what that is, don't you, Jenny?" Clint was just barely able to control himself, to keep his voice even.

Her eyes still on his crotch, the teen-ager nodded.

"It's all right, Jenny, say it," Clint encouraged her.

"It's your cock," Jenny leaned forward. "And it's hard. My mom said the only time a cock gets hard is when, well, you know."

Clint mentally crossed his fingers. Maybe, just maybe.

"It's so hard," Jenny repeated, her voice awestruck.

"That's because being around you got it hard," Clint smiled and gently cupped one of the girl's firm breasts.

"Ohhh, that feels so great when you touch me!" Jenny exclaimed.

Clint continued the gentle pressure on her breast, feeling its tip swell under his fingers.

"It would be really great if you touched me, too, Jenny," he said quietly.

"There?" Jenny looked up at him.