Working At The Car Wash

"Oh, Mr Dawson..." Kelly's sweet, sing-song voice filled the classroom, along with her equally sweet lilac scent, "I have something for you."

I smiled down at the pretty 18 year old standing in front of me at my desk. Kelly reminded me of spring – her fresh face youthful; her small, perky nipples poking through the thin fabric of her warn cotton cheerleaders sweater.

"Here," she continued, handing me a flyer, "The high school cheerleading squad is having a car wash this afternoon in the student parking lot to raise money for new uniforms." She jumped up and down enthusiastically, "Go Cougars!"

"My car's filthy...count me in." I promised. As I took the paper from Kelly, my finger ran lightly over her small, soft hand, "Anything I can do to support a good cause." I assured her; my head was already swimming with images of tiny, wet t-shirts and short-shorts clinging to perfect 18-year-old bodies.

"Gee, Mr Dawson, I just knew I could count on you!" Kelly gushed.

"Anything you need, Kelly, you can count on me." My eyes followed her firm, little ass as she bounced away. I pulled up the blinds and gazed out the window. It was a bright, sunny day, unseasonably warm for mid-March. I watched Kelly prance across the the school yard with the grace of a gazelle. Suddenly my car wasn't the only thing in need of a cold shower.

My eyes took in the very appealing scene. Dance music blared from a nearby boom-box and a dozen sexy teen-age hips bounced to the beat. My eyes searched out Kelly and took her in from head to toe. From this angle I could see her clearly, and as always, I lied what I saw. As she leaned over a small, red sports car with a big, yellow sponge in her hand, I grunted out loud as I admired the bend of her firm, young body.

Her golden hair fell loose along her back in a care-free, natural style. She stood on barefoot toes as she reached across the hood of the vehicle, flexing her calves and thighs in the process. Subtle, although clearly defined, muscles sculpted her legs. Tiny denim shorts clung tightly to her ass, short enough to quicken the pulse. A white, sleeveless shirt was tied up just above her navel, showing off her rock-hard abs and tiny waist. Kelly wasn't particularly tan this early in the year, and the late-afternoon sun illuminated her pale skin, giving her an almost angelic glow. Her cloths were damp, plastered to her body in wet patches. White soap suds speckled her hands and arms, her legs and toes,even the revealing cut of her neckline. I took a deep breath; the whole scene drove me absolutely wild, and I grabbed my keys and hurried out to the teachers parking lot. Kelly spied my car as I drove up and immediately came towards it. She didn't walk; she never walked. Instead she skipped over with her usual energy and laid a smile on me that made my mouth water.

"Mr Dawson!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms along my car door and leaned in through the open window. The scent of blooming lilac bushes instantly flooded my car, while the silky skin peeking through the deep plunge in her shirt begged to be touched, and I had to adjust my hard-on in my pants.

"I was hoping you'd make it." she cooed sweetly, "And oh-my-god, nice car!" she took a step back and gave my black BMW 330i the once-over.

"Thanks. Hey, want to go for a little spin? I've got the smoothest ride in town." I offered with a wink.

"Sure think, Mr Dawson!" Kelly smiled shyly, returning the wink, "And I hope we do more than just go for a ride, if you know what I mean. But first, let me and the other girls give your car a good wash and make it all clean and shiny, okay?"

"Now there's an offer I can't refuse." I said, smiling.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has illuminated the the fasten your seatbelts sign," Kelly mimicked playfully as she guided my Beemer across the packing lot with exaggerated arm gestures, "As we prepare for landing, please return your tray tables to the upright position and remain in your seat with your seat belts securely fastened."

"Coffee, tea or me?" I thought aloud. Kelly heard me and laughed.

Most of the girls washing cars were scantily clad in tiny t-shirts and super-short Daisy Dukes, and I smiled as they wiggled and giggled around the car. It reminded me of the two-girl lap-dance my friends had gotten me for my 30th birthday: asses and tits flinging in my face, and me having to sit on my hands so I couldn't touch. I watched Kelly in my side-view mirror as she worked up a sudsy sweat on the rear of my car. She definitely stood out from the other girls swarming around my car; they were like Black Widow spiders eager to devour a male after mating. They offered up all kinds of provocative suggestions, things most teen girls like themselves were too young and unsophisticated to know what they really meant.

But Kelly didn't join in the chorus; she simply watched them flirt with me with an amused, all be it shy, smile as she continued washing my car.

"Hey, Kelly," I called out to her, making the others cringe with jealousy, "would you mind coming over here for a second?"

She spun around immediately on her heals, and apparently I had caught her by surprise, as in her haste to rush to my beck and call, her clumsy grasp released a big, wet, soapy sponge that hit me square in the chest with a loud slap.

"Sorry, Mr D!" she sputtered out between muffled laughter.

"Okay, you're mine!" I promised as I leapt out of the car as Kelly playfully began to jump away from me as I snatched up a nearby garden hose and dangled it over her head.

The vicious green snake spayed a relentless torrent of ice-cold water, drenching Kelly from head to toe while I laughed at her string of provocative threats. What was once a solid white, slightly damp blouse quickly became virtually invisible, soaking-wet piece of thin fabric, and Kelly's protruding nipples assured me that the water was indeed cold. My attack was relentless, my aim precise and my body alive as Kelly provoked a desire within me that, left unstated, could very possible have exploded and killed me.

But what a way to go!

Kelly's skin glistened from the moisture covering her as I continued spraying her with the hose. I allowed my eyes to fully appreciate her toned, teen body; no curve went unnoticed as she darted left and right, climbing over the car and pretended to make a run for it, only for the the hose to follow her every step. Finally she gave in and offered me the cutest little out.

"You win, I lose." She admitted.

"Are you ready to take that little spin now?" I asked, opening the passengers side door of my car. Without hesitation, she ducked into the smooth leather seat, her hands moving up and down the inviting interior. Then, without even realising what I was saying, I blurted out, "Are you interested in a little sex-education practice with your favourite high school teacher?"

"Gee, Mr Dawson," Kelly gushed, "am I ever! But I've never done it before. Hope that's okay with you?"

That was all I needed to here.

"Okay, girls, I'm taking Kelly home so she can change into some dry cloths." I told the open-mouthed group of student onlookers as I sped off out of the parking lot and onto a quiet avenue.

Kelly's erect nipples poked through her clinging top, her tiny curves begging to be sucked on, and I had to find somewhere secluded before I got too distracted and lost control of the car.

"Wow, Mr Dawson," She whispered, gripping the car door, "this thin really moves!"

"Yeah," I said as I brought the car to an abrupt stop just off a secluded wooded lane a few miles from the school, "the best things in life usually catch you by surprise and take your breath away."

With that I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. Heavy breaths raised and lowered her still damp chest, involuntarily pressing into me and drawing away. One of my hands groped hungrily at her tits, while the other reached alongside her seat and reclined it all the way back until it was practically flat. The turned-on 18-year-old sucked in a deep breath.

"Oh, Mr Dawson," she panted, "I've been wanting you to to do this to me ever since I walked into your class for the first time two years ago."

My hands slipped up her thighs, soft and flawless, as she stared at me with wide blue eyes. Tiny beads of sweat bubbled over her forehead as my fingers unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them quickly down her legs. I fondled her white cotton panties, tugging them in directions they'd likely never been pulled before. High pitched noises, somewhere between a moan and giggle, steamed up the car windows. I moved back up to Kelly's chest; I didn't have the patience to deal with so many buttons, but it was worth the effort as I opened her shirt, exposing her pale, ripe tits. The palm of one hand rolled over her erect nipples, turning them rock hard while the fingers of the other gently pried at her inner lips. More squeals, and more steam, were the inevitable result as my thumb pressed against her clit, firm and insistent. I stroked her in quick, circular motions as one by one I slid my fingers into her. First one, then two, three and finally four, my thumb still tending to her clit as I delved into her tight embrace.

I wanted, no, I needed, to prepare her.

I breathed into her neck, smiling to myself as shivers ran all over her body. Tender kisses trailed down her chest, just enough to catch her by surprise as I bit her nipple gently. Her back arched abruptly, thrusting her breast deeper into my mouth. With some reluctance, I moved lower, my hot tongue flicking at her clit. I licked her, tasting her as deeply as I could while my hands slid below her ass and I lifted her pussy to grind against my face. Tiny convulsions shook her as I sucked on her swollen clit, and in a sudden burst, her pussy grew hot, swollen and oh so very wet.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked into her navel as I studied her expression. She nodded, eyes wide, chest having and bighting her lip so hard I was surprised it didn't bleed.

I lifted her left leg over my shoulder and brought her right leg under my arm, glad to have a sports care with so much leg room. Even then, the toes of her left foot pressed against the wind-shield as I lifted her higher. Kelly's sweaty palms pressed up against my chest, her face screamed out in awe of the unknown; her body screamed out in anticipation of things to come. I slid into her as slowly as my 9" would allow, and the deeper I got, the more surprised I was at just how tightly her pussy squeezed me on all sides.

"Oh, God, Kelly." I groaned, "You're so fucking tight!"

I moved slowly, waiting for that one breakthrough moment when I would take her to new heights. The delicious torture lasted so long that my own stamina almost failed, but finally I felt her relax, if only slightly, and my patience wore out as I drove all the way into her.

This will never do! I thought to myself as Kelly's soft panting fogged up the windows. I crushed my cock into her, faster and harder than I had really intended, but the pants quickly turned into squeals.

Yes, much better! I applauded myself, recognising the familiar notes of a young girl's first sex-induced orgasm. I felt myself grow larger, my bulbous cock unable to get enough of Kelly's tight little pussy as I stretched her to new limits. Her arms and legs flailed about in the restricted area of the car as if she had no muscular control and she squealed in delight. I really wasn't sure if it was the most pleasurable experience of her young life, or possible the most usual, but if nothing else, I knew I had rocked her world in a major way, and she would never be the same again.

I slowed my momentum just long enough for Kelly to catch her breath; I waited for her arms to go limp before driving back into her, strong and deep like some out-of-control sex maniac. An all to familiar boiling sensation in my ball-sack alerted me to my own imminent climax, and I quickly weighed up the choices before me; I could pull out and spray my load all over her ripe young tits and flat belly, or bury myself deep inside her and fill her to overflowing. I wasn't worried about getting her pregnant; after all, what girl of her age, a cheerleader none the less, would even consider doing without birth control? My mind made up, I grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her bodily against me, driving myself deep enough to feel the kiss of her cervix against the end of my cock. That was enough to send me over the edge, and I unleashed rope after pearly rope of my seed as deep inside her as was possible.

After I caught my breath, I pulled out and rubbed my still-rock-hard cock along Kelly's inner thighs, and she twitched and squirmed a but, obviously wanting more. One last squirt of cum sprayed out over her, and I rubbed it over her flat stomach and toned thighs like massage oil. Running my hands along her tiny little curves sent a shiver down my spine, and I entered her again, rocking into her to the tune of some unknown heavy beat in my head. I pounded her as she begged for more, and more high-pitched squeals fogged my windows.

"Good girl." I moaned, "That's my Kelly. Move with me, sweetie."

She felt so good it defies description. My cock filled her with the most exquisite series of convulsions, and I was unwilling and unable to prevent myself from coming inside her prefect teen pussy for a second time. I held tight inside her for several minutes, relishing in her heat and unbridled enthusiasm. The corners of her mouth bent slightly in a lazy half-smile, as without a word she battered those big blue eyes at me several times before they closed. I crawled back into the driver's seat and watched her.

Minutes passed, but eventually Kelly opened her tired eyes and smiled over at me. Then a grimace suddenly passed over her face.

"Leg cramp." She quickly explained as, still naked, she stepped out of the car to stretch, "I usually get 'em after too much cheerleading practice."

I also got out of the car and walked around to offer what help I could. Kelly leaned against the car as she stretched out her calf, and her sexy little ass stuck out towards me as she pressed into the car. My cock snapping to attention for a nearly unprecedented third time, I couldn't help but grab hold of those perfect hips. My body seemed to swallow her small frame as I pressed up against her, reaching around to cup her firm, full breasts. My chest pushed her so she bent over the open window of the car door, and I tweaked her nipples rather roughly and saw one of those now familiar shivers run through her young, shapely body. I couldn't help myself as I started to fuck her from behind. Not bothering with slow and steady, I literally pumped her for all I was worth. With one of my hands pressed against the small of her back to keep her at the perfect angle, and the other clutched at her hip, I took her hard and fast, with little patience and a lot of power. After a few minutes we both came, and Kelly collapsed, her head and chest still inside the car.

"That was amazing." I whispered softly as I opened the door and helped her inside. The satisfied smile on her pretty face said it all.

After that our little trips to the woods became a regular after-school activity, and over the next few weeks I pimped I don't know how many loads of cum into her willing, tight little pussy. At weekends she would sneak over to my house under the guise of going to see friends, and we would spend the day either making slow, passionate love in bed, or fucking like rabbits in every other room of my little two-bedroom suburban. Not once did either of us even mention birth control, and I naturally assumed that she had it all under control.

So imagine my surprise when, just after spring break, she turned up on my doorstep in a flood of tears, a suitcase in one hand and a positive pregnancy test in the other. Having missed her period, she had bought the test at a local drug store, only for her mother to walk in and catch her using it. A massive fight had followed, culminating in her mother throwing her out when the test came back positive. She had tried going to her friends houses, but their parents had turned her away when she sobbingly explained her predicament. Fortunately, as a teacher of some standing in the community, I was able to convince the town sheriff and the counties only over-worked and under-paid social worker that I was just the kind of responsible adult needed to look after one of my pupils, a legal adult herself, when they found themselves going through a crisis. Officially, Kelly moved into my spare room, made up with a few personal items her parents had allowed her home to recover before telling her that as far as they were concerned, she was dead to them. The school was a little more hard work, but I was in good with the principle, and was able to talk her around by pointing out how good it made us look if our teaching staff was willing to go that extra mile to help a student in distress. I didn't tell her that, from my point of view, the main advantage was having a hot piece of ass at my beck and call 24/7.

With a little help, and a lot of hard work on her part, Kelly was able to graduate with her friends, the long gown she wore almost hiding her now very swollen belly. Shortly after that, I was offered a better job at another school across the state. I gave Kelly the choice between staying behind, with a healthy child support allowance, or coming with me. She chose the latter, and we moved into our new home a few weeks before our daughter Holly, named after the trees in the woods where she was most likely convinced, was born.

That was two years ago; I'm now vice-principle, and Kelly is about to graduate from the local community collage. Our sex life is still amazing, and there's even talk of us having another kid or two, which is hardly a chore on my part. Kelly is making some not-so-subtle hints that she wants us to get married, and I guess that's one way to ensure constant, ready access to the hottest, tightest and kinkiest pussy I've ever tapped.

The End