YVETTE

by BioDread

Yvette Sanderson

Age:  16

Level: Sophomore

St. Augustine High School

August 15th:

The first week of classes isn't even over yet and I've already received my first problem student.  Miss Sanderson is a transfer, her family recently moved from out of state.  Yvette doesn't speak much, she just sits and occasionally peeks up at me through her blonde bangs.  I watch her fidget, she bites her lower lip, a soft, pink lip gleaming with lip gloss.  The report says that Yvette was indecently exposing herself to a boy in one of the storerooms.  The boy admits that he paid Yvette ten dollars to raise up her skirt and show her panties.  When the kids had been caught, Yvette was showing the boy much more, the janitor reported that she had lowered her underwear and was holding open her pussy with one of her hands.

Yvette is showing neither remorse or pride, she obviously isn't going to talk to me today.  I schedule another appointment with her and let her go home.

*****

August 30th:

Yvette seems happy when she enters my office today.  She looks gorgeous in a bright white sweater and the standard plaid skirt of the school.  Yvette takes the cushioned chair facing my desk and crosses her slim legs, the skirt rides high on her smooth, creamy thighs, I try not to stare.

"I've been bad today," grins Yvette impishly.

"What did you do?"

Yvette grasps the front of her sweater and slowly unbuttons it.  When she opens her sweater, there is nothing underneath it, no bra, nothing but her luscious flesh.

"Why did you do this?" I ask with a swallow, my eyes helplessly drawn to the girl's brown, erect nipples.

"I did it for you.  Do you like them?" smiled Yvette, squeezing her tits together and leaning towards my desk.

"This isn't appropriate behavior for a young lady attending St. Augustine," I admonished, trying to breathe normally while Yvette leaned back in her chair, leaving her sweater open for me.

"I'm sorry, sir.  I just have this problem, I like to show off my body, I like to see how boys react to me," admitted Yvette with a flick of her tongue across glossy lips.

"You have to ignore this..inclination of yours, Miss Sanderson."

"I'll try, for you, sir," pouted Yvette, her warm brown eyes glowing with mischief.

September 5th:

Yvette was caught again today with a male student.  They were behind the gym, Yvette on her knees giving the boy a blowjob.  Yvette walks into my office wearing the same sweater she wore at our last session.  The girl's long, golden hair is disheveled, her sweater is rumpled, hastily re-buttoned.  She smiles at me as she sits, I try to look stern and disapproving.

"Why were you behind the gym?"

"A boy paid me twenty bucks to suck his cock," shrugged Yvette.

"You act like a whore, accepting money for sexual favors.  Is that what you want to be when you grow up, a whore?"

"If guys are going to fuck me, I should at least get some money," murmured Yvette, lowering her head so her hair could veil her face.

"Have you had sexual intercourse for money?" I asked softly.

"No.  My father...he fucks me sometimes, when my mom isn't home," Yvette sighed.

"Miss Sander...Yvette, you have to report this to the authorities."

"No!  He's..he's my daddy," sobbed Yvette.

I rose from my chair, crossed the floor, and knelt next to Yvette.  She collapsed into my arms, crying into my right shoulder.  I stroked her sleek, golden hair, it smelled so clean and fresh.

Yvette wiped her eyes and stood up.  She looked down at me, and unbuttoned her sweater.

"Miss Sanderson...,"

Yvette reached underneath her skirt and tugged down her red silk panties.  Staring into my eyes, she raised the hem of her skirt, baring her young pussy to me.

"Do you like my pussy?" smiled Yvette.

"Please Yvette, lower your skirt."

"You don't like it?  You don't think I'm pretty?" murmured Yvette, fresh tears welling beneath her eyes.

I stood up and approached the girl.  "I think you're very beautiful, Yvette."

Yvette snatched my tie and pulled me close to her.  She leaned her head back and kissed me, her small tongue darted into my astonished mouth.  Yvette sat on the edge of my desk, her legs spread open with me inbetween.  She took my left hand and set it on her bare right breast, it was incredibly warm and pliant.

"Fuck me, sir.  Fuck me right here!"

"I can't!" I groaned against Yvette's moist lips.

Yvette snatched my right hand and shoved it onto her crotch.  I gasped when I felt the fur of the girl's bush, then my fingers slid onto her cunt, hot and yielding to the touch.

"Does it feel good?" Yvette panted, thrusting my hand harder onto her pussy.

I knew I should have pulled my hand away, but my fingers found a life of their own, disappearing into the pink folds of the young girl's sex, swallowed by her clenching vagina.

"Yes!  Deeper!" moaned Yvette, leaning back across my desk, her breasts quaking

My fingers delved deeper and deeper into Yvette's cunt.  The girl started pumping her pelvis, shoving her crotch against my hand, forcing my digits further into her tight vagina.  Yvette's right breast filled my other hand.  I leaned over the girl, squeezing her soft tit, covering her panting lips with my mouth.  Our tongues massaged each other while I fingered Yvette's pussy, juices from her vagina spilling free, soaking my fingers and drenching Yvette's crotch.  I fastened my lips upon Yvette's right nipple, holding her tit with my hand as I sucked and licked her pert, brown nub.  Yvette moaned huskily, closing her slim thighs around my pumping hand, her small hips shaking as I entered her again and again with my digits.

Yvette swept my desk clean with one slim arm, then laid out on her back, her tits heaving with excitement, her mouth quivering with lust.  I hiked up Yvette's skirt while she opened her legs for me.  She grasped the edges of my desk with her hands, ready for me to enter her.

I lowered my trousers and grabbed my bloated cock.  I slowly rubbed the swollen tip over Yvette's dripping cunt, she shivered with wanton anticipation.

"Fuck me," begged Yvette, her brown eyes afire, her breath ragged.

I lowered my palms over Yvette's kneecaps and slowly slid my cock into her honey-damp pussy.  Yvette moaned and threw back her head, her whole body tensed as I sunk further and further inside her.  When I had pushed the entire length of my shaft inside Yvette, I began thrusting, my crotch slapping against hers.  I groaned with pleasure when the young girl's vagina tightened around my member like a sheath.  Yvette's legs shook as I lowered myself over her, reaching out to grasp her breasts, squeezing and tugging on them as I rammed into her sucking pussy, her juices splattering over my flexing thighs.

Yvette held tightly onto my desk, her small body jerking from the thrusts of my pelvis.  She gasped for air, her golden hair flying, her tongue slipping across glistening lips, her eyes squeezed shut while I plunged into her belly, grunting with effort. My hips thrust faster, I rammed into Yvette's cunt harder and harder as my cock swelled even more, ready to burst with semen.  Yvette moaned from between slack lips, her gasps filled the office.  With one last powerful stab, I impaled my cock into Yvette and climaxed inside her.  Yvette sighed, her gleaming body relaxing as I squirted my seed into her tiny belly.

I dismissed Yvette from classes for the rest of the day.

***

October 20th:

Yvette and I are lovers.  

She comes to my office nearly every day.  I cancel whatever appointments I have at the time so that I can be alone with this girl, this creature that has enslaved me.  Just today I met with Yvette again.  She walked into my office, closed the door, locked it, then proceeded to remove her blouse.  I quickly called the secretary and told her to turn away the students until I said otherwise.  I think she suspects what I'm doing with Yvette, but I don't care.

Yvette slides down her panties and tosses them on top of her discarded white blouse.  She sits on the nearby couch and spreads her legs, teasing me with her pussy.

I kneel down on the floor next to the couch, gather up Yvette's legs, and raise them up into the air.  I bury my face between Yvette's closed thighs, licking her sweet cunt until it gleams with my saliva and her vaginal juices.  I lick and kiss Yvette's firm, slim thighs, then run my tongue down her small buttocks.  Yvette shivers with pleasure, moaning softly when I flick my tongue over her asshole.  I lick up Yvette's legs, squeezing her taut ass as I taste her warm, silky flesh.

I stand up over Yvette.  She looks up at me from her seat on the couch, expectant, eager.

"Play with your pussy."

Yvette instantly obeys, spreading her cunnie open with her right hand, then sticking her index finger into her moist slit, her naked body trembling in ecstasy.

I comb my right hand through Yvette's thick, shining hair.  I unzip my trousers with my free hand, releasing my hardening cock.  Still fingering her gleaming pussy, Yvette leans towards me, opening her mouth and sucking my cock between soft, glossy lips.  I moan softly, clutching Yvette's hair, my hips shaking as the girl sucks my member down her throat, her tongue working, caressing my throbbing meat.  I grasp one of Yvette's nipples between two fingers and fondle it.  She purrs against my cock, then enfolds the bloated head with her lips, sucking intently, her tongue massaging the very tip until droplets of semen appear.  Yvette catches every drop of white cream, she looks up at me with her soft, brown eyes as she licks the head of my prick, her fingers buried deep in her oozing pussy.  Whatever causes this girl's behavior, parental abuse, childhood trauma, it doesn't matter anymore.  Yvette belongs to me, and now I belong to her.

The End.