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Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2020 22:48:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Arthur Bach <arthurjbach@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sixth Grade All State Chorus, Part 1 (Adult/Youth, Bi)

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Sixth Grade All State Chorus, Part 1

The bad news was that it was vocal audition day for the sixth grade chorus,
but the good news was I could get them all done in one day.  The state
conference was coming up, and I had to choose two out of my fifty chorus
members to travel all the way down to the capitol to be a part of the
all-state choir.  It wasn't the worst thing in the world, it was just very
long and monotonous, and while I wanted to give everyone a chance, at sixth
grade most students just weren't very good singers yet.

The day went on, every second of my free time being eaten up by hearing the
kids sing the selection material.  And once I thought I couldn't take
anymore, in walked student number 50: Nancy Phillips.  I had probably
subconsciously put her last as she was one of my favorite students.  Not
only was she super cute, but she had a great personality to match.  She
could always make me laugh in class, and she knew it.

She confidently walked into my classroom, located in the basement of the
school.  No windows at all, so when the door shut (as it just had) it was
pretty private.  Not so good for protecting myself, but I knew these kids
well and trusted them.  I had been here for 3 years, ever since I graduated
from college, and the school community liked me a lot.

Nancy was white but had dark features.  Her hair was a dark brown as was
her eyes, and her dark eyebrows were distinctive on her face.  Today she
was wearing a tight, thin tshirt that showed off her growing titbuds, and a
pair of red soffee shorts that hugged her front nicely while showing off
her cute butt.  The shirt was obviously just a bit small on her as a good
amount of her midriff was exposed between the bottom of the shirt and the
waistband of her shorts.  Nancy was short, probably at least a head shorter
than me (and I was only 5'7") but she was already starting to grow up.

She walked in and we exchanged pleasantries, and then she was off.  Nancy
had always been a good singer, but not one of the super stars of her class.
She wasn't really in the running for this experience, but now that I was
hearing her sing more by herself, I realized she was better than I thought
she was.

"Hold on, Nancy," I said, stopping her as she was singing the traditional
tune, "Shenandoah."  "It sounds great, but you're not using enough air.
Remember how we talked about putting your hand on your stomach, feeling the
air come in, and then pushing the air out?  Try it now."

She put her hand on her stomach, just below her ribcage, and started to
sing again.  There wasn't any change.

"Take a bigger breath, Nancy.  Feel that air come into your body."

"I'm not gonna lie Mr. J," she started.  "I was really confused about what
you were talking about then."

I stood up from my desk and walked towards here, my dress shoes clicking
against the tiled floor.  Without asking permission (I probably should
have), I stood behind her and placed my right hand on her stomach, my thumb
resting against the bottom of her rib cage and my pinky and ring fingers
touching her bare skin where her stomach was exposed.  I could hear her
gasp as I touched her.

"Okay, take the biggest breath you can," I said.  She inhaled, and I could
feel her stomach expand on my hand.  I kept a little pressure on.  "Okay,
now exhale, but control it."  She breathed out slowly, and I pushed her
stomach gently as her air escaped her body.  "Did you feel that?" I asked.

"Yes, I feel it.  Totally different."

"Good.  Do it again."  She breathed in again, and exhaled, and I kept my
hand where it was.  My left hand found her left hip, holding her steady as
my fingers felt the material of her soft shorts.

The breathing exercise continued for what felt like at least a minute,
maybe two.  The longer it went on, the more sexual it became.  I looked
down and saw her ass just inches away from my groin.  My cock started to
swell at the sight.

"Mr. J?" she asked.

"Yeah," I responded quietly.

"This feels really good."

"Good," I said.

"No," she said as she turned her head my way.  "It feels REALLY good."

"Really?"

"Yeah," she said, looking right at me.  "I'm getting all tingly...you
know...down there."  As she continued to look at me, she pushed her butt
into my crotch.  My cock, which had been only half hard, grew to complete
erection as she pushed her soft ass against me.  On instinct, my right hand
started to travel south, drinking in the smooth texture of her stomach skin
as my fingers dipped below the waistband of her shorts, sliding slowly over
the cotton panties she wore, down over her mons pubis until my fingers hit
the meat of her pussy through her thin underwear.  Her wetness had
permeated the material.

"Mr. J...what are we doing?" she moaned as I touched her most intimate
place.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She turned to me again, got close to my face, said "No" and kissed me.  She
kept her lips tight against mine until I forced my tongue into her mouth.
She tasted like strawberries, probably due to the chapstick she was
wearing.  Her ass continued to grind against my cock while my hand was
still in her shorts, swishing and swirling around her soaked panties.

I decided that it was time for us to move locations, so I got in front of
her and lifted her up, her legs locking around my waist as I looked into
her eyes and kissed her soft, young lips once more.

Even though I wasn't the strongest person in the world, she was light and
easy to carry, so I did so over to my desk, which thankfully had been
mostly cleared off.  With her legs still wrapped around me, I reached for
the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up; she lifted her arms in the air to
allow me to remove her shirt completely.  I feasted my eyes on her tit
buds...the two dark pink areolas and stiff nipples peaking out from the
soft rise of her newly developing breasts.  I, of course, could not resist
and leaned down to take her pert left nipple into my mouth, tasting her
sensitive skin, hearing her mew above me as I orally manipulated her.
Satisfied that her little bud was at maximum stiffness, I switched over the
right tit, holding in my hand, squeezing her protuberance in my direction
as I sucked.  She continued to moan quietly as I stimulated her.

Now naked from the waist up, I grabbed her by her underarms and lifted her
off of me, placing her on the floor.  She stood in front of me, a hazy,
dazed look in her eye.

"Still feeling tingly down there?" I asked.

She nodded her head.  "Yeah.  And I'm really wet."

"Oh no," I replied.  "How did that happen?"  I grabbed the waistband of her
shorts at her hips and started to slide them down.

"Hmmm, you.  The way you touch me.  No one has ever done that before."  I
continued to slide her shorts down, exposing a very thin pair of a light
purple panties with pink trim.  They were very tight on her, and I could
clearly see the camel toe of her pussy, the material their a slightly
darker purple than the rest of the undergarment.

With the shorts now out of the way, I picked her up and sat her down on my
desk.  Spreading her legs open wide, I was now free to explore this young
girl to my heart's desire.  I leaned in close and could immediately smell
the musk of her young pussy; it wasn't as heady as some of the older women
I had been with, but it was still there.  The crotch of her panties was
stretched thin against her slit, its dampness totally apparent.

My fingers went unceremoniously to her little slit, pushing her panties
against her snatch, soaking up more wetness into the undergarment.  She
moaned as I manipulated her, begin touched for the very first time.
Satisfied that we were ready for the next step, I reached for her panties
at the side of her hips and began to tug.  Nancy got the hint and brought
her legs up and together, allowing me to slip the undergarment past her
butt and up her smooth legs to her tiny feet.  I pulled her panties free
and tossed them to the side as she brought her legs back down, spreading
them wide as I visually bore into the treasure that lay between her legs.

Like the rest of her skin, her pussy was delicate looking and soft.  She
had just the lightest dusting of pubic hair atop her mound, so light that
you had to be close to it to see it.  With her legs spread wide you could
clearly see how wet she was, the strawberry pink folds of her vagina
glistening with liquid.  Not wanting to waste time, my tongue immediately
went there and drank down her liquid greedily.  Her legs clenched around my
ahead as my tongue found its way deep into her pussy, her moans becoming
screams as she grabbed on to my head and pulled me in tight.  My mouth and
lips became saturated in her wetness.

I removed my tongue from her tight hole and drug it up until it got caught
in the hood of her clit.  I found her little nub and licked it up and down
and around, feeling her body thrash on the desk.  As I sucked on her clit,
I brought my right hand up and plunged my middle finger into her hole,
relishing in the tightness of her vaginal muscles.

Nancy's breathing started to intensify, and her bare ass wiggled around on
my desk and she started to reach her point of no return.

"Mr. J, I'm gonna cu...I'm gonna cu...I'm gonna...oh fuck, Mr. J.  Please
don't stop!"

I attacked her pussy with new gusto, pushing my face has hard as I could
into her, my nose in her sparse pubes as she came against me, her pussy
pulsing against my finger, her wetness increasing as she orgasmed in my
classroom, on my desk.  She cried out as I refused to back off and
continued my oral assault on her young girlhood.

She finally forcibly pushed me off of her as she became over stimulated.  I
backed off and could see her wetness seeping out of her and onto my desk.
She laid back, her body sprawled out in a borderline obscene manner, her
legs spread open, her body still heaving, her pussy dripping.

She finally came to, and looked at me through partially squinted eyes.
"Are you still hard?" she asked.

I looked down at my khakis which were clearly tented by my erection.

She got off the desk and on her knees in front of me.  I quickly undid my
belt, but allowed her to unbutton me.  She did it quickly, and hastily
pulled down the zipper, my tented gray boxer briefs nearly poking her in
the eye on the way down.

She grabbed onto the bulge in my briefs, making me moan as she stroked my
cock.  Wanting to see the real thing, she pulled my underwear down, my six
inch cut cock bouncing up.  Nancy grabbed onto my cock, the bottom of her
hand resting in my pubes, when she licked the tip, making me cry out.  She
smiled as she knew the effect she was having on me, and licked me again,
and again, and again.  The last time she licked me, her tongue stayed on
the head, swirling around before taking my cock into her young, little
mouth.

I felt my knees buckle, and for a second I thought I may pass out.  This
young girl was seriously talented, and made me think that she might not be
inexperienced.  She stroked my cock with her mouth, tightening up when she
reached the head like a pro.  She focused mainly on the top half of my cock
while stroking the bottom.

She serviced my cock for what felt like a few minutes before I could tell I
was going to blow, and I was going to do it soon.

"I'm getting close," I said, figuring she would know what I meant.

Know she did...she looked up at me and started sucking me faster, noisily
and greedily taking my cock in and out of her pretty little mouth.

Finally, the moment came.  "Fuck, I'm cumming!" I shouted out.  Upon
hearing this, Nancy took my cock out of her mouth and pointed it at her
tits, stroking my cock while using her spit as lube.  I started to fire
thick globs of cum on her budding tits as she jerked me off.  By the time I
had finished cumming, her chest was absolutely drenched with my cum.

She stood up, still holding onto my hard cock, and kissed me.  I could
taste my cock on her tongue.  "I've always wanted to do that," she said.

"How do you know about all this?"

"A story for another time," she responded, and started to clean up.  She
got her panties off the floor and proceeded to use them to wipe down her
chest, the thin material absorbing my semen.  She took them and stuffed
them into one of my desk drawers.  "A souvenir," she explained.  I smiled
at her while making a mental note to make sure I got those out of the
school.

She slid her shorts up her shapely legs as I stuffed my wilting cock back
into my boxer briefs and zipped my pants up.  I loved the fact that she was
walking out of my room without her panties.  She put her shirt back on and
started to walk towards the door.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. J...did I pass my audition?"