Simone Suchler

An adolescent affair

Chapter 1

The most imaginative teenager at the high school in Colton, Indiana, was Jo Ann Blaine. It was this imagination that had made her the leading ingйnue in school plays even though it was her first year in the high school. It was this same imagination that kept Jo Ann from doing well in the practical subjects such as math, geography, and languages, while she excelled in the various English courses.

If Jo Ann went to the movies, when she emerged, in her mind she was the heroine on screen. She had, in fact, sneaked into an R-rated movie, and for the first time had witnessed simulated intercourse, and all the way home, she dreamily saw herself as the woman on the bed being poked into by the handsome hero.

Once at home, a small two-storey attached home on a street similar to countless other streets in the neighborhood, Jo Ann had to watch herself because her parents were very strict. They had done their best to guard her from anything having to do with sex, though once she had started high school it had been all but impossible for the young teenager to be kept ignorant of how babies were made, and the good feelings that went with it, so that so many girls in high school were already performing the ritual even if they were in no mood to accept the consequences.

At night, in her bed, Jo Ann listened to the silence coming from her parents' room and imagined what was going on in there. Unlike other young girls her age, Jo Ann was quite willing to accept the fact that her parents still "did it!"

One night, certain her parents were indulging, she had left her bed and had sneaked into the bathroom, silently shutting the door, and had put a glass to the bathroom wall which was against the headboard her parents' bed, and she had listened to them whisper as they had gone about gratifying one another.

That night, she returned to bed, the words still in her head, and in her overactive imagination, her father was coming into her bed. Not that her father was that great to look at, but he was experienced when it came to sex, and Jo Ann was certain a man like her father would make it feel good for her right from the beginning. Her imagination was so vivid, that she fell asleep thinking about what it would be like to be fucked by her father. Naturally she would not be able to use the word "fuck" when with him, but in her own mind there was nothing wrong with the word. It described perfectly the action of sexual intercourse. In her mind, sex was performed the way she had seen it simulated on the screen. So in her dream, she was lying on her side, her left side, in bed. Her ears, in the dream, picked up the sound of the shower going, and she knew her mother was in the bathroom.

Then he was there, his hand reaching out and touching her small, forming mammary. In her dream she almost jumped out of bed as his hand caressed her.

"Hush!" the man hissed. "I've been lying on the floor beside your bed just waiting until your mother went to the bathroom. Move over a little and let Daddy in."

Daddy looked so much taller and thinner in her dream. His naked body seemed baby like and hairless, except for the thorn bush at his groin. The penis was somewhat obscure, since the girl had never seen an erect male organ in her young life.

"Be quiet, Daddy," she warned. "Do be careful."

His hands, large and strong, caressed her young body, and her heart leaped at the touch of him as the rattle of water in the shower sounded much louder than it ever had in real life since she was at the other end of the hall from the bathroom.

Her father slid beneath the sheet covering her, and he began kissing her girlish body, running his hot tongue over the hard, swollen nipples and biting tenderly on the slightly swollen mounds, themselves. The girl rolled herself against the man in her dream, and he lifted his face to her. She shuddered as she felt the imaginary penis press itself against her body. In her dream, it felt like soft velvet, totally lacking the hardness that would have been necessary for penetration. The texture was smooth.

Her lips were pressed against her daddy's ear, and she whispered in it, "Do you shower with Mommy?"

"Sometimes," her dream father replied.

"How does she shower?" the girl wanted to know. "Does she soap herself all over? Does she cover those big breasts of hers with suds? Does she coat her groin with soap, too? Mommy's not like me down there," Jo Ann continued. "I haven't started growing hair down there, even though I'm shaving under my arms. Is Mommy really hairy in her crotch?"

"Yes, darling," her father whispered in her ear. "Thick brown hair, all springy and curled like a sponge. Now be quiet because we don't want mommy to hear us… "

"Didn't you do it with her today, Daddy?" Jo Ann asked in her dream.

"No," her father replied. "Your mother is a school teacher, and she's always in a hurry in the mornings. Besides, we don't make love all that often anymore. It's not like when we were young, and it was all so new and thrilling, like when we were first married."

"But I'm young, Daddy," she insisted. "Do I thrill you the way Mommy used to when you were first married?"

For an answer she felt his hand move between her thighs, though it felt suspiciously like her own hand, for when she had been awake, Jo Ann had often stroked her vagina. The girl lifted her right leg and let it lay on top of her father's left leg. She gasped as she felt the velvet length of what was supposed to be his penis move into her, and in her dream it was much like the pressure of her own middle finger. Like her own middle finger, it only went as far as her hymen, then stopped. But then, in her dream, his penis wasn't any longer and was unable to reach any deeper. The organ was not only inside, but seemed to be rubbing lengthwise along her slit, as well.

So good! Jo Ann thought, feeling her clitoris stimulated as it had been when she had rubbed it with her own fingers.

So this was fucking. This was what it was like to enjoy sex. In a way it was disappointing because it was so much like masturbation, but masturbation felt good, and so did this. The more she had, the more she craved. She wanted her daddy's cock locked inside her so much, she was willing to risk her mommy's wrath to have it.

In her dream, water continued raining in the shower stall in the distant bathroom, and through the walls, Jo Ann imagined hearing her mother hum as she washed herself.

Her father's soft, velvet cock continued to stroke, both in and out, and she clamped her labia around it all the more firmly. When she had started masturbating a few weeks earlier, Jo Ann had discovered it enhanced the feeling when she tightened her muscles that much more, and over a period of weeks had developed her vaginal muscles without realizing it, until they were stronger than the muscles of most experienced whores. Now she tried urging the imaginary penis deeper as she wiggled her tight, tiny ass, helping to seat it that much more firmly inside the oven of her cunt. Reaching down, she wrapped her arms around her daddy's buttocks, sliding one arm beneath him, and the other arm over him, marveling at how slender his waist was, when all the other times she had seen it, it had been somewhat corpulent. Ah, his adorable penis was buried as far into her as possible, sliding hungrily in and out of her vagina, their pelvic mounds crashing together again and again as she snuggled her father's cock even deeper into her.

"I'll bet Mom is rubbing soap all over those nice big breasts of hers right now," she murmured. Then she said words she had heard her mother say when she had been listening through the bathroom wall. She said, "Slide that hard organ into me, Daddy. Just think, in the bathroom, Momma is standing naked, taking a shower, and water is running through her cunt lips while your crotch is tight against your daughter's daddy. She doesn't know we're fucking, does she? She doesn't know that her very own daughter is taking her husband's prick inside her belly. She trusts you because she knows you've never cheated on her before, Daddy."

"That's because I never wanted to cheat on her before," her dream father whispered. "But with you, I can't help myself."

"Fuck me more and more, Daddy," she gasped.

"So good," the man in her dream whispered. "You're so soft and snuggly inside. I love the feel of your young, flat belly sliding over me this way. I love screwing you, Jo Ann. I want to go on doing it. You have the best, tightest, hottest little pussy in the whole world and your daddy loves it. Now that I've fucked it once, I have to go on fucking it again and again."

"Yes, yes, yes," Jo Ann murmured, rolling her hips and working her flat belly across her daddy's hard stomach.

Her mind remembered seeing photos of male statues with small penises resting against the sac containing the male testicles, and so in her dream she imagined that sac now slapping against her thigh. The cock, which she had called hard, but which her mind was unable to accept as anything other than soft velvet, continued pistoning slowly in and out of the tightness of her virginal womb, somehow or other stroking her clitoris the way the heel of her hand did when she pushed her finger into her vagina.

"Do you really like my cunt?" she asked timidly.

"I love it," he whispered. "I adore it. I'll never get bored with this wonderful little pussy. I can no more get bored with it than with the blue of the sky or the warmth of the sun, or life, itself. Why honey, you're cunt is the most important thing in the world to your daddy. I adore it, I worship it, and I want to fuck and fuck and fuck it again and again."

"Hush, Daddy! Fuck it all you want. Fuck your little girl to your heart's desire, but do it quietly because we don't want mommy finding out, do we?" In her dream, forbidden words were being emphasized.

The lovely girl hiked her crotch a little bit more, drawing it back, then riding the forward thrusts of her daddy's soft velvet as she felt it steadily fed into her narrow center again and again. Wanting to feel it more, she clamped her muscles all the more tightly around it, gyrating her lovely hips so she would be able to feel the glorious pressure created by that softness all over the inner glove of her clamping vagina.

Waves of carnal passion rode through the young girl as never before, and she rocked her small, tight ass, while pressing her firm young breasts into her daddy's hairless chest. Her hands clung to the flat cheeks of his equally hairless buttocks, clinging to them and pulling him all the more powerfully into her heaving vagina, grinding and hunching.

The words hissed out of her as she felt the need to use forbidden words even more. The sounds came sibilant and low between her clenched teeth: "Oh, you beautiful fucker, you. My wonderful daddy is fucking me with his hot, hard cock. Come on, Daddy. Fuck your little girl's tight cunt. Oh, you sneaky little cunt-stealer, you… do it to me, Daddy… shoot that wonderful stuff in you into me, and let me know you've come. Ooooooohhhhh… I can't stand much more of this… I'm going out of my mind, daddy… ohhhhh… you're the most wonderful cocksman in the whole wide world. Now!"

His sperm came bursting forth, roaring from the head of his penis, and in her mind it was like warm water blasting from a hose, not in bursts, but in a steady wash, inundating the walls of her shuddering young vagina, making her all hot and wet inside. It was eager semen, semen that belonged to her daddy, but it was as thin as her own oils as it splashed ecstatically into her.

Jo Ann's cunt sucked on the soft velvet, and that was when her own orgasm rose swiftly. Having trained herself to come quietly, she did so now, bucking back and forth on her bed.

That was when she realized she was alone in the dark. Her orgasm had once again been self-induced. Her daddy had not been there. No one had been there. She had fingered herself in her sleep, while dreaming.

Now her body was sapped of all energy, and the lovely girl slowly fell into a deeper sleep, a sleep wherein she didn't dream. Totally relaxed, she slept through the night.

The next morning, when she awoke, she realized she had given herself the best climax she's ever had, but it still wasn't good enough. She wanted more… needed more. It was time for her to stop dreaming and to become sexually involved with the opposite sex. But her dream haunted her, and though she knew she would never be able to convince her father to fuck her, she also knew she didn't want to be "stuck" by some inexperienced kid who didn't know what he was doing. She had to start out with a man.

Chapter 2

Jo Ann was quite aware she was a beautiful girl. As she stood before her mirror the following morning, totally naked, looking at her body, she was certain she had all the attributes a woman needed to make herself desirable.

The young woman was five-feet, one-inch in height, and would probably grow a few inches more. She had honey-blonde hair, long and straight, it fell down her back to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a soft blue and she had a tiny, upturned nose with a heart-shaped pucker for a mouth. Her neck was long and slender and she had soft, gently sloping shoulders. Her skin had a natural light tan to it, giving her a healthy look. She had small, firm breasts that were still growing. Each breast had a rosy circle at the end, and in the middle of the areola was a puckered pink nipple. She expected that one day her breasts would grow as large as her mother's. Her mother had C cups, but her breasts stood up nicely even now. At the moment, Jo Ann had A cups, but she was confident. Her rib cage was very narrow, and her waist even narrower. She still had boyish hips. Though her mother's hips had a wide flare to them, Jo-Ann had the feeling where her hips were concerned, she took after her father's side of the family, and would have that slender young-girl look about her hips, like her Aunt Celia, her father's sister. Her buttocks were small enough so that a man with a large-enough hand would have been able to span the two of them. The cheeks were tight, round, firm, and smooth. Her thighs were also firm, very slender, leading to slim calves that might one day flower a bit wider. Her ankles were very trim, and she had naturally small feet inherited from both sides of the family.

It was Monday, the first day of the work week, and it only being April, Jo Ann knew it meant school for her. Her mother taught in elementary school, and her father worked in some kind of law office. He was a lawyer, but he never went to court, doing all the research for others in his firm. He was a contented man, never having had the desire to argue a case in court, anyway. He was paid more than enough because his research was extremely thorough.

Because her mother was involved in extra curricular activities in her elementary school, the older woman didn't come home until almost five. Her father came home after six, if then. So Jo Ann had been given a key to the house to let herself in with the promise that she would never allow anyone else inside the house with her.

But today, Jo Ann had no intention of going straight home. Monday, her last class was over at one forty-five. She had a lunch period and two free periods following, and sometimes she hung around the school, while other times she just went home. But today was going to be different. Today, Jo Ann had determined in her active imagination, was time-enough to become a woman. After the dream she had enjoyed the previous night, she had decided she wanted to be fucked.

Jo Ann knew who the lucky man would be, too. Oh yes, he would be a lucky man. She had no illusions about that. Any man who fucked her would be lucky, not only because she was so beautiful, which she was, but because she would throw her heart and soul into it and make it as good for him as she expected him to make it good for her.

She slipped into her red skirt and white blouse. At her age, she wore while socks and black patent leather strap shoes without heels.

After having breakfast, she took her schoolbooks and lightheartedly went to school. She had a little tricky negotiating to do, but somehow she had the feeling she would pull it off.

The dean of boys at her high school, Dr. Evan Joseph, was in his mid-forties. The man was about six feet tall, had shiny black, straight hair, deep brown eyes, and one of those rugged masculine faces she often read about in the romance novels her mother continually brought home. Dr. Joseph was a bachelor, but a careful man. Jo Ann knew he went out with a lot of the female teachers, even some of the married ones, and though there was never any proof as to what the man did with them, nor was there any doubt in the minds of anyone who happened to see him with one of the teachers.

Jo Ann had inadvertently found something out last Friday, and she intended putting it to good use. There were senior girls, girls who had flunked their last year in high school and didn't want to flunk again, who made "deals" with Dr. Joseph. These girls inevitably were in the good Doctor's English class, and when it seemed as if they were on the verge of failure again, the man called them to the office of the dean of boys where he spoke to them privately.

Oddly enough, the dean's office was right next to the girls' first-floor bathroom. Though the school walls were very thick, whoever had designed the heating system for the school had given the same vent to the private office of Dr. Joseph, and said bathroom.

During the winter months, the vents were wide open, and Dr. Joseph never interviewed girls in his office at that time. But as the spring came on, and the heating system was shut off, the vents were also closed.

The vent in the girls' bathroom was in the wall in the last stall on the left. It was the least-used stall in the bathroom, if only because most of the girls didn't like taking the long walk. On rare occasions, such as when there were proms of basket ball games, and the girls crowded in en masse, then the last stall was used, but otherwise, almost never.

Jo Ann had a fetish about being sanitary, and as a result, having discovered no one used the last stall for the most part, always used it, herself. Thus she discovered that the janitor had somehow forgotten to shut the vent when he had turned off the heat. As a result, she had been barely able to make out sounds coming through the vent the previous Friday. Standing on top of the toilet seat, she pressed her ear to the vent and listening, she heard, "I'm willing, Dr. Joseph. My folks think I'll be out on a date tonight. I'll wait for you on the corner of Fourth and Carroll. There's no one there after six in the evening."

"Fine," she heard Dr. Joseph's voice say. "I think we can give you some coaching and help you pass English this year."

"Do I have to have the coaching, too?" the girl's voice was heard to ask.

"It would look good if you knew a little bit about what I'm teaching in class. Don't worry, Marilyn, I promise it won't be too taxing. The coaching is just for effect. However, after tonight, your passing grade will be assured."

Jo Ann's vivid imagination immediately went to work. She knew precisely what was going on. Dr. Joseph was making one of his illicit appointments with one of the senior girls.

Hurriedly leaving the bathroom, Jo Ann lingered outside the office of the dean of boys, and sure enough, a few minutes later, Marilyn Kase, a girl who had been left back in her senior year the previous year, came smilingly out of the office. She was a pretty-enough girl, and it was well known she liked fooling around with some college boys, so it wasn't as if the girl was making some kind of big sacrifice. Heck! In all probability, Marilyn was getting the better of the deal of the way around.

Jo Ann was in Dr. Joseph's elementary English class, it being her first year in high school. She knew Dr. Joseph had a free period after the class he taught with her as a pupil, and she decided that would be the best time to talk to him. It was her last class of the day, Monday.

Somehow she managed to get through the other classes, though more than a little impatient, and she was even more impatient as she sat through Dr. Joseph's class. Because of her imagination, she was one of his better students, especially when it came to literature.

When class was over, she noticed the dean, as always, lingered behind to clean up his desk. She waited until all the other students were out of the classroom and then walked over to him.

"Dr. Joseph?" she said, looking up at him with those big blue innocent-looking eyes.

He smiled at her, nodding, and said, "Jo Ann?"

"I was wondering if we might talk privately for a moment."

"Certainly," he nodded. "We're alone. What's on your mind."

"No, I mean really privately," she insisted.

"Oh?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Then he teasingly whispered in a conspiratorial voice, "Would you prefer to come to the office of the dean of boys?"

"No, sir," she replied, shaking her head. "That isn't private enough."

"Come now," he smiled in his adultly superior way. "That room has been soundproofed."

"Not completely, doctor," she insisted.

"Oh?"

"I don't want to risk being overheard at all… "

“What makes you think the dean's office isn't soundproofed?" he asked.

She leaned forward, and he, smiling to himself, accommodated her by leaning down as she whispered in his ear, "Marilyn Kase."

He looked startled for a moment, but instantly regained his composure. Nodding, he asked, "What class do you have this period, Jo Ann?"

“It's my lunch period," she told him. "Have you ever eaten lunch at the restaurant on the other side of the park?"

“No," she admitted.

"A lot of kids eat there, and so do a lot of the faculty. I was on my way there just now, and I was wondering if you'd like me to drop you off there."

“I can't afford… "

"I'll loan you a few dollars," he said, somewhat grandly. "You can pay it back when you get it."

“All right," she nodded.

"Come along," he said, and she followed him as he went to the dean's office. Poking his head in, he called to his secretary, "Miss Carroll, I'm going to The Pub for lunch. Can I get you anything?"

“No, sir," Jo Ann heard the secretary reply. "I should be back in a half hour," he said, then shut the door, and with Jo Ann walking beside him, he walked out of the building, smiling at students and faculty alike. Not even the senior girls thought anything of it, because those who had enjoyed an evening of pleasure with Dr. Joseph knew how careful he was. He would never fool around with jailbait, and so it figured that he was simply heading in the same direction as the young honey-blonde, and was therefore giving her a lift.