A Comedy of AR's (Book 2)

Chapter 15
CHAPTER 215 .......... Amnesia (Part Nine) … Hot For Teacher

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CHAPTER  215

Starline told me that Mr. Bimbo was the wrestling coach and that he hated Randy … and tried to throw him out the window once.  The two story drop might have hurt a bit if Randy had a bad landing.

 

The coach approached me as soon as I entered the room.

 

“Derrek, talk to me.  Do you still have amnesia?  Do you remember me?”

 

I shook my head.  “Sorry Coach, I don’t remember anyone in the school.”

 

“How are you getting along with your mom?”

 

“I hate her.”

 

“What?  That’s not like you.  What’s wrong?”

 

“She treats me like a child.  She slapped my face several times.  She punched my thighs hard enough so I couldn’t walk.  Then she stripped me naked and spanked me really hard.  Then she twisted the loose skin under my bicep which really hurt.  Then she gave me a bath and made sure to wash my penis really good.  Then she stuck a soapy finger up my butt hole.  I think she’s a child molester.  Really, what twelve-year-old boy can’t take his own bath?”

 

“Geez, why would she do all that to you?”

 

“And then she made me wear PJ’s which I never do.  And then she made me go to bed early like at 8:30 … all that for dropping one F-bomb.”

 

“A lot of middle-schoolers say the ‘F’ word.”

 

“Yeah, but I followed it up with a ‘you’ … and she’s got this big bug-a-boo about respect.”

 

“Maybe so, but she still shouldn’t beat you.  Do you want me to call the authorities?  As a teacher, I can do that.”

 

“Nah, don’t bother.  All the marks are gone now, and no one would believe me anyway.”

 

“Derrek, this school has zero tolerance for child molesters.”

 

“Thanks for offering, Coach, but it’s just not that big of a deal to worry about.”

 

“Okay, Derrek, but you keep me posted how things are going.  Will you do that?”

 

“Sure, Coach.”

 

Not much happened in sixth period Geography or seventh period Biology Lab.  In Biology, Hoshiko and I sat at the same table as lab partners, but it was very apparent that she still had no interest in speaking to me.  For that matter, Madeline wasn’t talking to me either.

 

After eighth period studay hall, I’m sure the football team wasn’t expecting me to join them for practice after my unfriendly gestures at lunch.  Besides, I had a detention to go to in Senorita Gato’s Spanish classroom.

 

When I entered, I gave her a civil greeting, “Hola, Senorita Gato.”  I didn’t mind serving the detention here because this young teacher was pure eye candy.  My brain kept imagining her nude in the shower.

 

“Hola, Diego,” she replied.  “Por favor, cierra la puerta.”  (Please lock the door.)

 

My brain immediately went to ‘red alert’ status.  Why would a female teacher want to be locked into a windowless room with a twelve-year-old boy?  What is wrong with this picture?  Or in my case, what is right with this picture?  I was more than curious.  I wondered what might be happening in this room in the next few minutes.

 

She followed her first request with another one.  “Diego, por favor camina hacia mi escritorio.”  (Diego, please walk over to my desk.)

 

“Si, professora.”  (Yes, teacher.)

 

When I stood just a few feet from her, she asked, “Diego, recuerdas las otras ocasiones en las que compliste castigo en mi salon de clases?”  (Diego, do you remember the other times when you served detention in my classroom?)

 

I shook my head.  “Lo siento, professora.”  (I’m sorry, teacher.)  “No recuerda nada sobre la escuela.”  (I don’t remember anything about school.)

 

“Bueno, no ha cambiado mucho.”  (Well, not much has changed.)  “Esta habitacion siempre hace de masiado calor.”  (This room is always too hot.)

 

“Si, professora.”  (Yes, teacher.)  “Tengo calor en esta habitacion.”  (I am hot in this room.)

 

The hot teacher tilted her head.  “Quieres quitarte la camisa, Diego?”  (Would you like to take off your shirt, Diego?)

 

“Estas seguro de que estaria bien?”  (Are you sure it would be okay?)

 

“Si claro.  Adelante y quitate la camisa.”  (Yes of course.  Go ahead and remove your shirt.)

 

I did as I was told and then took a step closer to my instructor.  She rose from her seat and put her hands on my chest.  She pressed her hands forward and then around in circles as she felt me up.  We were about the same height … and I was getting hard fast.

 

“Eres un joven apuesto, Diego.”  (You are a handsome young man, Diego.)

 

I reached forward and felt the shape of her clothed breasts.  “Y eres un dama muy bonita, professora.”  (And you are a very pretty lady, teacher.)

 

Now we both ventured forward and engaged in serious lip lock.  Our tongues happily engaged each other.  I thought ‘Wow, this is every middle-school boy’s dream … to get it on with a young hot teacher.  She quickly unbuttoned her own shirt and unlatched her small bra.  Then she grabbed both my wrists and placed my hands on her chest.  I didn’t need to be asked twice.

 

Her mounds were a perfect size for her small stature and I really enjoyed feeling up the forbidden fruit.  In public, touching a girl’s boob is about the most horrible thing a boy could do … but here, my teacher’s supple chest felt so good as her chest expanded when she took in each breath.

 

I stopped kissing and lowered my head a bit till I could suckle for a moment on her nipples.  (And yet Randy told me that Mrs. Bullutis wanted to force me to suckle her basketballs … No thankyou there.)

 

Senorita Gato unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to my ankles.  Then through my tighty whities, she petted my boner up and down and made it feel so good … in addition to grabbing and bouncing my balls.  She was so good at everything.

 

This is how middle school should be all the time.  If it was, I wouldn’t even mind staying a twelve-year-old.  This teacher could teach me any day of the year.

 

The senorita peeled down my undies till my boner stood at full attention and she kneeled down to get a closer look.  She tapped on the tip of my penis with your index finger.

 

“Diego, tienes una problema.”  (Diego, you have a problem.)

 

“Si, professora.  Cuando entre al salon de clases y te mire,”  (Yes, teacher.  When I walked into the classroom and looked at you,)  “Mi gallo crecio muy alto.”  (My rooster grew very tall.) “Merezco un azotaina, Professora,”  (I deserve a spanking, teacher.)”

 

“She replied, “Pobrecito Diego … Eres un chico de escuela medio …”  (Poor Diego, you are a middle-school boy …)  “que hizo una cosa muy malo.”  (who did a very bad thing.)  “Pero no mereces un azotaina.”  (But you do not deserve a spanking.)

 

“En realidad?” I asked.  (Really?)

 

“Si, Diego.  Mereces un mierdo bueno.”  (Yes, Diego.  You deserve a good fucking.)

 

Then she quickly unzipped her skirt and slipped off her panties to reveal a very

nicely manicured landscape above her pussy … a minimalist design … It seemed so right for her.  With a wild sweep of both arms, she deposited the entire contents of her desktop onto the floor.

 

“Sientate, por favor.”  (Sit please.)

 

I plopped my bottom on the edge of her desk and she finished sliding shoes, socks, and everything past the end of my feet so that we now shared our nude bodies.  We would have made for a nice marble statue if Michaelangelo had been around.

 

“Acostarse, por favor.”  (Lie down please.)

 

When I followed the command, the senorita lifted my legs and pushed my body back so that all of it occupied the top of her desk.  Then she hopped up backwards on her hands and knees above me.

 

“Quiero que cuentes el numero, Diego.”  (I want you to count the number, Diego.)

 

Confused, I asked ‘que numero’?”  (What number?)

 

“Yo digo sesenta y ocho.”  (I say 68.) “Que dices?”  (What do you say?)

 

Now I got it.  “Professora, yo digo sesenta y nueves?”  (Teacher, I say 69?)

 

My teacher did not respond verbally.  She simply engulfed my rod and slid it to the back of her throat, devouring me whole … as a small wet pussy descended delicately toward my mouth … and I started licking.

 

I was unsure of my abilities as a multi-tasker.  Sixty-nine isn’t as easy as it sounds because one’s brain is occupied with both giving and receiving pleasure simultaneously.  Senorita Gato certainly had no problem with it.  She sloshed my dick back and fourth as if it were going through a car wash.

 

Duchess and I had reached the pinnicle on Gentle Puberty Day, both of us achieving mutual orgasm.  But I knew here that there was no way I could delay my explosion any longer.  The senorita was just too good at her job … So I rapidly licked the hell out of her pussy as best as I could till I reached my own point of no return … and I wasn’t quiet.

 

“NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!”

 

The senorita took it all in, and after she swallowed, she moaned, “Si, si, si, si, si.”

 

The the weight of her entire body collapsed onto mine, and I turned my head to breathe.  But I didn’t mind her pussy on the side of my face.  It’s juices were dripping on me and I gave it a taste when it reached my lips … hmm, not bad for pussy juice.

 

We held onto each other’s buttocks for about five minutes as our breathing rhythms heaved up and down.  I was thinking that it was a good thing that Starline didn’t bring me to a climax in the closet earlier, or I might not have been able to get up a second big juice for the 2:40 pm main event.

 

After another five minutes, my teacher did a push up to relieve the pressure on my body.  Then she stepped back onto the floor.

 

“Pare este examen, Diego, obtienes una ‘A’ mas.”  (For this exam, Diego, I am giving you an A plus.)

 

“Gracias, professora.”  (Thank you, teacher.)

 

“Deberias vestirte, Diego, para que puedas coger el ultimo autobus.”  (You should dress quickly, Diego, so that you can catch the late bus.)

 

“No le cuentes esto a tu madre, Diego.”  (Do not tell your mother about this, Diego.) “Porque me amenazo con cortarme los pechas si te volvia a molestar.”  (Because she threatened to cut off my breasts if I molested you again.)

 

I smiled at the young woman.  Being molested in Spanish seemed very romantic … But I told her anyway, “No, no, no, professora.  Esta vez, soy el que te molesto su.”  (No, teacher.  This time, it was I who molested you.)

 

After we dressed, and before I grabbed my bookbag, the two of us embraced with a goodbye kiss.  My ‘first’ day of middle school was a memorable one.

 

I hopped up into the late bus and walked down the aisle.  As I passed Big-O again, I commented to him, “I apologize for what I said this morning.  I was out of line, and I was wrong.  I hope you won’t be mad at me.”

 

The boy took a deep breath and repeated a version of his answer from this morning.

 

“Fuck off, Derrek.”

 

(I guess you can’t please everyone.)

 

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