Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2019 13:35:29 -0500 From: Lacy White Subject: special ed 6 DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting homosexual acts involving adults and teens. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Please consider donating to Nifty. I know that you enjoy it as much as I do. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html _______________ Its Tuesday! A special ed class is after school. I am so excited that my perky nipples were up all thru my shower and I kept yanking on them hoping to make my titties swell. They didn't but the warm water felt so nice. Again a razor touch up to assure girl level smoothness and lots of vanilla body powder to finish it off. Just the process of getting into my sexy underwear got me very excited. I got the underwire bra all hooked and positioned perfectly with the enhancer pads inside. I settled the garter belt at my hips securing the hooks. I had already slid into the white lace-top stockings so I clipped the garters to them before stepping into the panties. The vision in the mirror was making it difficult to get my hard swollen teenage dick into the silky shelter of the ivory nylon boyshorts. Holy Moly I looked good enough to eat! Kind of what I was looking forward to after last week when Mr.Paul introduced me to rimming. His tongue slithering in and out of my boy hole was out of the world. I needed more. I had decided on loose jeans so as not to call attention to my cute butt and a baggy denim shirt. The heavier fabric and loose fit was also chosen to mask my sweet and frilly underwire bra tensioned around my chest and back underneath. Those things were for Special Ed and not intended to excite or weird-out anyone else. Worn clean white sneakers too thinking that they might not call attention to having on sheer white stockings if my cuffs rode up any. Classes went along fine and I even managed to keep my pecker in check during english class with Mr. Paul constantly checking me out. I guess that he wished he had x-ray vision to see my under garments. He would have to wait. Class over and off to the next one. When the 3:30 bell rang my nipples and my dick both sprang to hardness instantly. I tossed the books in the locker and prayed no one would notice the tent in my jeans while making my way to the english classroom and Mr. Paul's office. Special Ed here I come. Usual process. Pull the doors shut tight. Shades lowered. Office locked. Mr. Paul again seated behind his desk. "Hello Brian. How is my sweet little panty boy today?" he inquired immediately. "Horny!" was my emphatic reply. "Well. Show me your tits. Did you follow my instructions?" "Why don't you check and see sir." He stood. Again his pants were already gone and he was sporting an obviously thick erection tenting his pastel blue nylon high leg panties to the max. I was so fucking horny as he undid my buttons one by one. When he first laid eyes on the l bit of fullness the enhancers provided and my blushing boobies with hard nipples exposing themselves thru the lace half of the otherwise satin cups, his eyes bulged and his smile brightened. Gently removing my shirt I could see that he was well pleased with my choice. "Holy Shit! You are the hottest thing ever before my eyes. I cannot wait to see what is hidden in your jeans. Forgive me if you hate this but I have no way to resist right now. Feel my cock bitch! Feel it against your sweet face.!" He stepped closer grabbing the back of my head and smashed my face into firm contact with his kielbasa sized bulge that had stretched his panties to the limit. I had no time to react as his hand now firmly cradling my head on both sides demanded full contact with the silky nylon while guiding my lips back and forth over the front of his shorts. Oh wow! this was so hot I guessed that I might cum before he did. After a minute of grinding my face all over his covered cock he eased his grip allowing me to breath. "You OK? Sorry but i could not resist your hotness. Out of my mind with lust for you and I haven't even seen your pantied ass yet." "I like it. Your panties are so soft and slippery against my face and your thick hot rod only makes it better than great." More gently this time he pressed my mouth once again to the material and its hidden treasure. After a bit more of this devine treatment my lips sensed the wetness and my eyes saw the dark patch forming. Obviously major leakage was happening so I slurped and sucked at the damp ooze, letting none go to waste. A dose of tongue wiggling right at the end produced even wetter nylon for me to enjoy. We took a break as Mr. Paul released my head and I sat back in the chair. We were both smiling from ear to ear. Grins. In my case a cum anointed one. After a few moments he said "So my excellent student, what goodies to you wish to present to your teacher that you are hiding in your pants.?" I slowly with a bit of sway in my hips arose while unhooking my belt. At full height I lowered my zipper and folded the fly apart to tease him. The hint of the garter belt seemed to ignite his fire as I turned away wiggling my tight bubble ass at him while letting the jeans fall from my hips to the floor. I don't know if it was the bra from the back, my formed bottom framed by the tight boy shorts, or the garter belt or the hose but Mr. Paul came off of the desk edge, spun me around, dropped to his knees, yanked my panties down and devoured my dick right to the base all in one motion. Oh My his lips were amazing. I had thought him working my cock to an orgasm in my panties with his face was good. This was even better! Hands on my hips he pumped my dick in and out of his drooling mouth massaging the shaft with his lips and doing some kind of circling dance on my dickhead with his tongue. Almost ferocious like hyenas going after a dead carcous. Energetic would have been a major understatement but it felt sooo goooood! My hands hung by my sides next to his grasping my hips. He took them into his hands and slapped them to the sides of his head. Pulling away for my cock momentarily he commanded. "Hold my head, Fuck my face. Fuck it deep. Fuck your sweet cock into my throat hard and fast until you cum!" Who was I to argue. I face fucked him but good. Self taught from the internet I guess I was doing a good job as sometimes between the out stroke and the stroke returning to his throat he grunted encouragement. I think it was anyway. Good diction is difficult with a mouth full of dick. I sensed it happening. A bit of pressure building and the burning hot stream shooting up my internal pathway to my pisshole and his pouty cocksucking mouth. He grabbed my ass holding my fully shaved groin tight to his face and assuring my glassy dick was firmly in his throat as the first volley arrived. It must have gone straight to his gullet cause otherwise it would have taken off the back of his head. Mr. Paul pushed away slightly centering my mushroom head between his lips as the second blast forcefully spray washed the top of his mouth inside drenching his entire palette. As he bet on more to come he pulled off grasping the base of my pulsing prick and steered the last four ejections in prominent places on his face. I wondered if this was like a baptism into the church of cocksucking. Sure felt great from my side and I found it rather exciting to think about what if it happened to me. I slumped back in the chair. Drained and exhausted. He stood and removed his soaked panties to use them to wipe off his face and a few blobs that had found the floor. He was so flustered he could barely speak. "Oh my sweet panty boy. I am beyond wiped out right now and am going to the bathroom. Your straighten your pretty sexy self up and find your own way out." I started to get my clothes back on and his final words were. "If you want an A in this class wear the exact same outfit next week." Comments? lacylips@gmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty. I know that you enjoy it as much as I do. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html