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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. For instance, upstairs in one of the art studios, so much was being done with just plaster and imagination. (Mf-teen, hs- teacher/student, cons, preg) *** PERIOD TWO: At first, 17 year-old Kristi Ibanez thought her art teacher Mr. Rosalini was joking. He was telling the sculpting class about the history of the Plaster Casters. Beginning in the late 1960s, a young lady named Cynthia Albritton struck upon a cunning plan. She figured out how to meet as many famous rock stars as she wanted. She would volunteer to make casts of their endowments. "Of course," Mr. Rosalini continued, "as you know from taking this class, in order to make a successful and aesthetically-pleasing cast of an object, said object must be absolutely rigid. Therefore, certain, shall we say, 'procedures' needed to be utilized to bring these gentlemen to the proper tumescent state for casting." The class – only numbering about 15 – were budding sculptors, and all were girls, ages 16 to 18. They collectively giggled and marveled at Mr. Rosalini's astounding history lesson, but none of them were in any way offended by the rather risque subject matter. After all, they were "artists" – these young ladies were liberal and open-minded and even a bit defiant, and it showed in the types of art they created. "So, now, with that caveat, Ladies, let's be sure the objects we choose to cast are firm and rigid." "But no penises, right?" asked Megan Miller `. The rest of the class laughed. Mr. Rosalini grinned. "No, Megan – let's stick with G- Rated body parts today, okay?" But Mr. Rosalini's sub rosa thoughts told a different story. In his mind, he was already developing tonight's jerk-off fantasy as he eyed the tiny blonde 16 year-old Megan Miller. The way those pert little boobs gave tantalizing shape to her clay-stained smock sent the 40 year-old teacher into an erotic idyll. And he'd heard things about Megan from other instructors. She might've looked like a cute little angel, but she was rumored to have seduced at least 3 other male teachers at the high school. Mr. Rosalini wondered if he might be next. He began to imagine taking off Megan's smock and maybe pulling down her naughty little thong panties. Kristi Ibanez noticed her teacher's faraway gaze. Then she saw the bulge growing at the crotch of his slacks, and it made her own crotch tingle. She'd always had a crush on Mr. Rosalini – Andre Rosalini – and the thought of seeing his cock occupied nearly every minute she sat in his class, whether she was listening to his lectures, or working on her projects. So Mr. Rosalini had the hots for Megan Miller. Kristi realized that Megan would probably act on his interest and try to seduce him by the end of the semester, just as she'd done with Mr. O'Dowd in their figure-drawing class last semester. Kristi knew she had to strike first. While the students dived into their projects – casting mostly the hands or feet of other students – Kristi went up to Mr. Rosalini's desk near the doorway of the art studio. "Hey, Mr. Rosalini," she began, "I was wondering if you might help me this evening after school with my project." Mr. Rosalini, ever helpful, smiled. "Sure, Kristi. What can I do for you?" Kristi moved closer to her seated teacher, and then whispered so only he could hear her. "I want to try that plaster caster thing with a penis. Will you let me cast yours?" Mr. Rosalini swallowed hard. He'd never really noticed Kristi before, but now looking at her – tall, olive- skinned, shapely, nubile – yes, the object of his fantasy suddenly shifted from Megan to Kristi. He regained his composure and smiled at her. "Of course, Kristi, I'd love to help you out," he said, feeling the blood pulsing into his cock again. "See you at the end of the day." Around three o'clock, as Westchester High let out for the day, Kristi returned to Mr. Rosalini's art studio. He greeted her wearing a terry cloth robe. He motioned her inside and bolted the windowless door behind her. "Don't want any nosy administrators seeing us break any education codes, now do we?" Kristi shook her head and smiled. She was nervous, but she was determined. "So what do I have to do first?" "Well," said Mr. Rosalini, "usually, the Plaster Casters would work in teams of two. Cynthia was the technician, doing the actual casting. But, as I told you, it was important that the musician's penis be rigid for the cast to properly set. So the other member of the team would usually administer fellatio to achieve the desired affect. Since there's only one of you, you'll have to do both jobs." Kristi felt her panties become instantly soaked. Mr. Rosalini smiled as he watched the wetness spread across the crotch of Kristi's tight beige slacks. "Well...I guess that's all right by you then, hmmm?" He opened up his robe and let it fall to the studio's tile floor. His cock was already erect and twitching with eager anticipation, but Kristi was still going to give head to her hot teacher. It was a moment she'd fantasized about all year long. She dropped to her knees and took Mr. Rosalini's cock into both hands. She fed it into her mouth and was soon cocksucking like a porn star (she'd had plenty of experience with her last boyfriend, who insisted on daily deep throatings). "Oh, jesus, Kristi!" Mr. Rosalini moaned. "Careful, or I won't last long enough for the casting!" Kristi slowed down. She looked up at her teacher with joy in her big chocolate eyes. She was buzzing with sexual excitement, but she really wanted their cast to work out, so she soon stopped completely and took a deep breath to re-center herself. "Okay, let's cast," Mr. Rosalini instructed. "I'm ready." Earlier, he'd shown Kristi and the rest of the class all the steps, and, methodically, one-by-one, she now performed them flawlessly. She guided her teacher's rock hard cock into the alginate, let it cure for five minutes and then set him free. Now they had their cast, and could pour ordinary plaster into it to make a perfect reproduction of Andre Rosalini's erect manroot. When the plaster cast was completed, Kristi admired it lovingly, running both hands up and down the shaft, and even giving the tip a buttery kiss. But then she turned and looked at Mr. Rosalini with those big doe eyes of hers. "It came out really nice and I think I should get an 'A' for it, but – " she reached under Mr. Rosalini's robe and located his still-rock hard cock. " – I think I like the real thing better." Mr. Rosalini suggested they go into the supply closet where he had a futon. Kristi followed him in there. She zealously stripped off her smock, followed by her slacks and sopping wet panties. Her teacher pulled open the futon and they crawled onto it together. Mr. Rosalini swiftly mounted Kristi from behind and pumped her good and hard until she nearly climaxed. He withdrew, Kristi rolled onto her back and he slid his huge sausage right back up inside of her. "Oh, my god!" Kristi cried out, "I'm orgasming!" She wrapped her legs and arms around her teacher, digging her fingernails into his back and madly thrusting her hips against his. "O, god, o, god, o, god -- ooooogod!" Kristi climaxed three times in rapid succession, almost crying from the intense sensations that shook her tender young body. Awash in tandem pleasure, they fucked for nearly an hour, until Kristi's teacher finally let loose and blasted a massive bubbling load of hot man jam deep into the teenager's womb. Kristi and Mr. Rosalini fell into a loving embrace in their afterglow. The teenager gazed at her teacher with her huge brown eyes. "Can I call you 'Andre', Mr. Rosalini?" Her teacher laughed good naturedly. "Of course you can, Kristi." He kissed her tenderly, tasting the delicate saltiness on her lips. Andre Rosalini realized he felt a faint flush of love for his young student. But, mostly, he felt intense and unyielding lust. Soon, he had another erection and, with Kristi begging for more of his cock, he eagerly mounted the teenager again. Kristi would probably get knocked up by the time the night was over, but lots of girls at Westchester High were roaming the halls with babies in their bellies, so she'd fit right in. And it wouldn't be the only baby Mr. Rosalini would sire that month. After all, there were 15 girls in his sculpting class, and suddenly it seemed all of them needed help with their plaster casting projects. And, like Kristi, they would all soon have a lovely plaster memento to hide away in the secret shadows of their bedroom closet. End of Period Two. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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