("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Dirty Secrets of Westchester High by Abner Wizzle (abnerwizzle@hotmail.com) *** In the bucolic community of Westchester, there was but one high school for the entire town. From all outside appearances, it looked no different than any other high school in the rest of the country. However, Westchester High harbored secrets – dirty secrets. Let's go to Period One and meet Mrs. Samantha Garcia, teacher of Spanish, Portuguese... and a few other tongues. (F/m- teen, underage, anal) *** PERIOD ONE In her classroom, Mrs. Samantha Garcia conducted a language class. Depending on the hour, it was either Spanish or Portuguese being spoken. It didn't really matter, because more than a few of the boys in the classroom weren't really paying much attention to anything but the rare pulchritude of Mrs. Garcia. Born right there in Westchester, but of Brazilian descent, Samantha Garcia was gorgeous – 30 years old, deep brown eyes, long brown hair, and in possession of her greatest asset – a traffic-stopping rear end. Not exactly hourglass, Mrs. Garcia's figure was more pear-shaped, but what a firm juicy pear it was – her waist was narrow, her tummy flat as a board – but then her hips flared out dramatically, creating luscious curves that were rarely found north of the equator. She was easily sporting a 34-29-48 figure – an insanely tantalizing hip-to-waist ratio, but without even a tiny bit of flab. As the old saying went, you could bounce a quarter off her firm round rump. Some of the boys in her classes didn't find Mrs. Garcia's extreme curves sexy. But those were mere children who thought gigantic tits were everything. On the other hand, the real men-in-the-making knew just how very sexy her tail was, and more than a few snuck pictures of her backside with their iPhones whenever she turned to write something on the blackboard (as if she didn't know!) However, one student, 16 year-old Tyler Randolph, had always fancied himself a bit of an artist, and he'd spend large portions of the boring vocabulary drills doing pencil sketches of his teacher's body, just as he imagined it might look beneath her form-fitting dresses. On this Monday, Tyler had just finished one of his drawings, this one of his teacher's magnificent derriere, and was about to close his notebook when he suddenly became aware that Mrs. Garcia was standing right behind him. "Nice drawing," she said with true admiration in her voice. She reached down and closed the notebook. "But we have classwork to do, Tyler." Some in the classroom laughed and Tyler's face went beet-red. However, the language lesson soon went on without further drama. After class, as everyone filed out, Mrs. Garcia asked Tyler to wait behind. Then, she shut the door and locked it. "So you like my big ol' caboose, do you?" "Well, yeah," Tyler replied. "I mean, you've really got a nice butt, Mrs. Garcia." Remarkably, Tyler wasn't scared of getting in trouble. He sensed that Mrs. Garcia was flattered by his erotic drawing. And she was – but she was beyond that. "Glad you think so, Tyler, because..." She turned around and, with a hand at either hip, shimmied up the hem of her tight burgundy dress to reveal her ample tanned rump. "For punishment, for drawing naughty, naughty pictures of my caboose, you now have to lick it until I tell you to stop." Tyler was overcome. His cock pounded in his jeans and, in a daze, he nodded. "God, yeah, sure, Mrs. Garcia. Yeah, of course I will." He got behind her, dropped to his knees, and took hold of a big firm fleshy cheek in each hand. "That's it, Tyler," his teacher smiled diabolically. She leaned forward on her desk and pushed her robust backside toward Tyler's face. He spread her nether cheeks and buried his nose and mouth deep within his teacher's caudal cleft, and was quickly enveloped in Mrs. Garcia's fleshy fundament. Tyler drove his tongue up into Mrs. Garcia's pungent rosebud, experiencing for the first time the piquant flavor of a female ass. It was surprisingly tasty – warm, buttery, musky, with a salty tang of copper right inside the bunghole. His teacher kept herself nice and clean – no fecal aftermath, just the scent of sex and forbidden lust. Tyler became ravenous, running his tongue up the entire length of her anal valley, then plunging it deep inside, again and again. Mrs. Garcia loved it and moaned gratefully while gyrating her generous hips. "That's it, keep licking my caboose," she encouraged him, adding to her excitement by rubbing her aroused pink clit to a mounting orgasm. "Damn, that's nice, boy." Tyler squeezed his teacher's rump cheeks and tongued her faster and even more furiously. His cock pounded in his jeans and he wished he could set it free from its confines, but he didn't dare stop licking now. Suddenly, with her hand on her trigger and Tyler's tongue plunging in and out of her hot puckerhole, Mrs. Garcia shuddered and squealed as she climaxed. Cunt juice ran down her hand and dripped onto the floor. Tyler pulled his tongue out of Mrs. Garcia's butt and tried to catch her erotic drippings, managing a few spicy drops on his tongue before the juices finally ceased gushing. "Mmmmmm," sighed Mrs. Garcia, "you're a natural-born asslicker, Tyler." She turned around and pulled her dress back down over her wide hips. Tyler rose up from his knees and ran the back of his hand across his lips. He smiled. "You taste real good, Mrs. Garcia." Then, Tyler began unbuckling his jeans. "Whoa!" Mrs. Garcia said. "Just what do you think you're doing, Mister?" Tyler paused at his zipper. "Uhm, I just thought maybe I could put my boner in you now." "No, no, no," Mrs. Garcia scolded her student. "See? You thought me letting you lick my caboose was the punishment." She reached down and gave Tyler's blood- pounding bulge a friendly squeeze. "But the REAL punishment is this: that's all you get to do to me." She laughed deviously, and then kissed her young student on the cheek. "See you tomorrow. Who knows? Maybe I might let you stick your tongue up my pooper again." Tyler was confused. He liked what he and his teacher had done, but now he was suffering the bluest of balls. Without another word, he unlocked the classroom door and slipped out. Mrs. Samantha Garcia smiled broadly. No doubt her frustrated asslicker was rushing to the boy's bathroom to furiously jerk off in one of the toilet stalls. In the meantime, she opened up the assignment ledger on her desk and circled Tyler's name on the student roster. That took care of Period One. Now she had a teenaged buttlicker in each of her 6 daily classes. That would spice up her workdays for sure, just as all the previous students she'd seduced had entertained her over the previous 7 years. Mrs. Garcia took a paper towel and wiped up the puddle of her cunt drippings from the floor. Then, she opened the classroom door to welcome her Period Two class inside. End of Period One. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 82