("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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. ------------------------------------------------------- The Dirty Secrets of Westchester High - 5 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. It’s now Fifth Period. Even way down at the other end of school, where the 7th and 8th graders were taught, those lessons could veer into some very naughty territory. (Mf, F/m-teen, ped, oral, mast, preg) *** PERIOD FIVE: During an ordinary school day, Miss Nanci Johnson taught math to her 7th grade charges. However, today was the first day of spring, and tradition dictated that it was time for the once-a-semester all-day Sex Education class. After about three hours of really boring charts and graphs and diagrams, Miss Johnson excused all the 13 year-olds for a long lunch, letting them know that the laboratory portion of the lecture would begin promptly at two o’clock. When the young students returned for the afternoon session, they saw that Miss Johnson had changed out of her conservative buttoned-up blouse and slacks, and into a denim micro-skirt and a very tight cleavage-revealing sweater with no bra. She was stacked, too, with a 40” bust that no doubt pleased all of the pubescent boys in the classroom. And there was also someone for the teen girls. With Miss Johnson this afternoon was her boyfriend, the buff and ripped gym teacher Cliff Fleming. He was dressed in a sleeveless muscle shirt and cotton gym shorts, and the bulge in those shorts was significant, causing the young girls’ pulses to appreciably accelerate. Also new to the classroom were two decent-sized rollaway cots, all made up with modest bedding. Miss Johnson announced the first lab was devoted to having sexual fun without intercourse. She asked for volunteers. All of the boys raised their hands eagerly. Miss Johnson smiled and chose two of them – Matthew Jones and Scott Naylor. Both boys were quite mature for their tender age – each looked about 17 or 18 years old, although both were only 13 like everyone else in the classroom. Miss Johnson had the boys sit on one of the cots. Then, she squeezed her apple-bottom in between them. She directed the teens to pull their pants and underwear down to their ankles. Both were apparently nervous, as their cocks were completely flaccid. Miss Johnson began to playact like a young schoolgirl, and she employed her most effective asset – her ample rack. She turned her full attention to Matthew, flirting with him, licking her lips, telling him all the naughty things they might do together someday. She kept it up, encouraging him to look at her sweater-nestled knobs, letting him enjoy their deep cleavage and large protruding nipples, while she began caressing his furry adolescent balls. Soon, Matthew had an erection, and Miss Johnson proceeded to masturbate his suprisingly thick 8” hard-on. Matthew’s breathing grew rapid and he moved his hips as his nubile teacher stroked her hand up and down his shaft. She pursed her lips like a porn star and thrust her chest toward him, encouraging him to squeeze her big juicy jugs. He slipped a hand up the front of her sweater and quickly found one D-cup, then the other. Meanwhile, this erotic tableau spurred Scott to a full erection and he was busy masturbating while he watched Miss Johnson and Matthew interact. Not wanting to be left out, he moved in to nuzzle and kiss his teacher’s neck, and then slipped his hand between her meaty thighs until he found the simmering crotch of her thong. Miss Johnson was pleased to have this added stimulation and she pushed her moistening mound against the teenager’s groping hand. Miss Johnson egged them on, telling the boys how well they were doing with their lesson. Soon, both teenagers’ cocks erupted, shooting long arcs of jizz out toward the front row of desks. Most of the students in those seats were in various states of arousal and nearly all were also rubbing their genitals while they watched the lesson’s climax. Miss Johnson congratulated the boys and thanked them for helping out with the demonstration. Mr. Fleming provided a roll of paper towels and helped everyone clean up. The boys pulled up their pants and returned to their seats. Now it was time for the girls to learn how to avoid getting pregnant – at least until they really wanted to. During the earlier part of the day, the students were taught about the Pill and IUDs and contraceptive sponges. But now Mr. Fleming was going to demonstrate how to put on a condom and keep it sexy. He asked for a volunteer among the girls. All their hands shot up. However, Mr. Fleming was immediately drawn to Morgan Gillespie. Even though she was just past her thirteenth birthday, Morgan was especially buxom for such a young teen. Her bust, in fact, was nearly as large as Miss Johnson’s. She was already 5’6” and her curves were particularly defined, from top to bottom. She was of Italian heritage, with deep olive skin liquid ebony eyes and soft waves of chocolate brown hair. Morgan came to the front of the classroom and Mr. Fleming smiled, handing her a wrapped condom. He then pulled down his gym shorts, revealing quite a huge, albeit not yet erect, cock. Standing beside the cot where Morgan now sat, he instructed her how to arouse him with her hands and mouth. The teenager wasn’t the least bit hesitant. She softly caressed the gym teacher’s huge egg-sized testicles while kissing, then sucking, on the bulbous purple head of his cock. Mr. Fleming remarked that she’d definitely had some practice and everyone in the classroom laughed – but then they let out vivid breaths of surprise as they watched Mr. Fleming’s cock grow and grow and grow. Soon, it was fully erect – nearly 10” long and as thick as a soda can. Mr. Fleming then said he was ready for Morgan to put the condom on his monstrous rod. Fortunately, it was an extra-large rubber, so she did as he instructed – starting with the “cap on the head,” then rolling the prophylactic all the way down the entire length of the shaft. Now Miss Johnson joined Mr. Fleming at his cot. She slipped off her panties but left her micro-skirt on. Addressing the boys and girls, she assured them that if handjobs and oral sex weren’t enough, they would now be ready for some safe sex. She crawled onto the cot on all fours and Mr. Fleming joined her, his massive condom- covered erection twitching and throbbing as he moved behind her. Miss Johnson was already extremely aroused, no doubt from all of the earlier activities in the classroom. She glanced seductively over her shoulder, flexing the muscles around her gaping lovehole as it dripped fragrant cunt juice onto the bedding. Without further hesitation, Mr. Fleming speared his rod deep inside her and both teachers fell into a rapturous copulation. The cot, while of a decent size and sturdiness, threatened to collapse from the two lovers’ spirited intercourse. Meanwhile, every teenager in the classroom was now masturbating. The boys were wildly stroking their boners and the girls were furiously fingering their twats, getting more and more excited as they watched their teachers screw like animals. Soon, the classroom was filled with moans of pleasure and squeals of delight. The boys started shooting their wads all over the place, and most of the girls wiggled and sighed as they too climaxed. Back on the cot, Miss Johnson arched her back and screeched like a wild cat as an electrifying orgasm radiated through her. Mr. Fleming’s forehead dripped sweat as he eventually let out a deep groan and blasted his potent load into the safety of the rubber. The two teachers collapsed onto the cot and their labored breathing joined the chorus of all the spent and satisfied teenagers, until everyone gradually cooled down and regained their composure. Morgan Gillespie, who had watched this highly-charged demonstration while seated on the other cot, now came over to the teachers’ cot as Mr. Fleming finally withdrew from Miss Johnson’s pouting snatch. His cock was still sheathed in the Magnum condom, but the reservoir tip was comically bubbled out from the copious amount of his gooey spend. Without a word, Morgan rolled up the prophylactic until she reached the teacher’s glans. Then, she popped it free, tied it off and tossed it in the waste basket beside the desk. Mr. Fleming smiled with genuine sweetness, thanking the 13 year-old and praising her thoughtful tidiness. Later, he folded up one of the cots and, with his hands full, asked Morgan if she wouldn’t mind grabbing his duffel bag and following him to his downstairs office. Once hidden behind the locked office door, the buxom teenager cornered Mr. Fleming and, without too much effort, seduced him into taking her virginity, splitting open her hymen with his massive unsheathed cock, and then coating her insides with a profuse wash of fertile semen. Soon, Morgan Gillespie was walking the halls of Westchester High with a baby in her belly. *** Likewise, Miss Johnson had developed quite a thing for her well-hung student volunteer. She asked Matthew Jones to stay behind as the other sexually-edified teens filed out of the classroom. She took his hand and led him to the remaining cot, asking if he wanted an “extra credit assignment.” The teacher rubbed her student’s sizeable cock, getting him hard again in seconds. She then coaxed the excited teen to show her what he’d learned today. Somehow, the subject of rubbers never came up. And by the time summer rolled around, Miss Johnson was cheerfully pregnant with her first baby. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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