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Kindergarden Blues
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Lillie Thompson is starting her very first day as a 
teacher - a Kindergarten teacher. Buddy is starting his 
very first day of court-ordered community service - as 
a teacher's aide. What can they both learn as they try 
to stay afloat in the education pool? And when did they 
start teaching sex ed in Kindergarten?  (MF, 1st, rom)

***

Buddy was a very unhappy young man. He had gotten 
caught driving with an open bottle and the judge hadn't 
been very understanding. He sentenced Buddy to 
community service - six months of community service. 
And Buddy was on his way to the court clerk's office to 
find out how he was going to have to spend those six 
months. 

The clerk was a dried up older woman whose name tag 
said "Fran". She wasn't impressed with Buddy and made 
no attempt to convince him otherwise.

"Julian Elementary School" she pronounced, smiling at 
him in a way that didn't seem friendly at all. "They 
have a new Kindergarten teacher and she needs an aide." 
She shoved a piece of paper toward him. "Give that to 
the principal. Maybe working with children will teach 
you something. They‘ll train you, and I wouldn‘t advise 
missing any of that training." She turned around. She'd 
already forgotten him by the time he closed the door.

When he got to the school the Principal looked him over 
and said "We’ll take care of your training soon. I’ll 
let you know when. Right now I want you in that room." 
He was then sent to find, according to the slip of 
paper the Principal gave him, one Lillie Thompson, the 
new Kindergarten teacher.

Lillie Thompson was nervous. She was just out of 
college and was about to start her first real job as a 
teacher. Twenty-six five year olds were going to either 
learn to love her or hate her and she wasn't at all 
sure which it would be. Still, she did have a little 
experience after working with all those second graders 
during her student teaching.

Two hours later she was already almost in a panic. 
These weren’t children. They were monsters. They 
wouldn’t listen to her. They ran around like little 
self propelled crash cars. They screamed all the time, 
for no reason or any reason. They threw things, ate the 
art supplies. She hadn't accomplished anything at all. 
And to top it off someone was banging on the door to 
the room. How in the world had it gotten locked? She 
opened it to find a handsome young man standing there, 
a piece of paper in his hand.

"Uh... Miss Thompson?" he asked, peering past her to 
the chaos in the room.

"Yes?" she said. She glanced over her shoulder to see 
little Tommy something-or-other push a little girl 
down, knocking her head on a table. "Come in, quickly" 
she yelled as she went to help the girl.

It took about ten minutes before they both understood 
what Buddy had gotten himself into. When she found out 
he was her aide, she started firing orders at him like 
a verbal machine gun. Their first task was to restore 
order of some kind. Buddy found that by frowning at a 
child just so they would stop doing whatever they were 
doing and stand there, scared to death. Then he'd put 
them in a chair and warn them to stay there. 

In fairly short order he had most of the class seated, 
if not quiet. It seemed that each child had something 
extremely important to tell him, or the kid next to 
him, and all of them were doing so at the top of their 
little five year old lungs. 

The teacher was over in one corner trying to get glue 
covered paper out of a girl's hair, so he picked up a 
book and yelled "SHUT UP!!!!"

To his surprise it got quiet. The girl with the glue in 
her hair even stopped crying.

"OK, now listen to me," he said in his best bad guy 
voice. "My name is Buddy and I'm here to help Miss... 
your teacher. Now there isn't going to be any more of 
this running and screaming and stuff, understood?" 

All the kids just stared at him. He raised his voice 
again and thundered "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" A couple of 
the kids sniffled but some more nodded their heads. 

"Fine," he went on in a normal voice. "Now I'm going to 
read you a story. Everybody gather around and sit on 
the floor."

Within ten minutes 25 wondering faces were gazing at 
Buddy in awe as he read the story of the Billy Goat's 
Gruff, making up voices for all the characters. He was 
especially good at the Troll voice, since that was the 
one he had used to get the kids to be quiet. 

The little monsters ate it up.

Miss Thompson finally finished up combing the glue out 
of Tracie's hair. Thank goodness it was water based 
glue, she thought. She'd been listening to Buddy read 
too, and was amazed at his skill at getting the kids to 
do what he told them to. She also knew a talented story 
teller when she heard one. She and Tracie joined the 
kids for the end of the story.

By the end of the day they were both exhausted. But now 
the kids were gone and it was quiet. She finally had a 
chance to interview her new helper. 

She read over the paper he'd handed her and was 
surprised to see that he was a criminal being punished 
by being sentenced to help her. She glanced up at him. 
He frowned. He obviously knew what was in the paper. 
But she had seen him in action. In fact she was glad 
she hadn't had time to read it until after she'd seen 
his skills. They talked for a while and she decided he 
was just a cute kid who'd used bad judgment. She didn't 
care why he was there, she was just glad he was. 

At the same time, he didn't learn much if anything 
about her. She wasn't ready to give him that 
information yet. 

If she would have he'd have learned she was an only 
child who'd been kept a virtual captive in her own home 
by strictly religious parents. The only way they'd pay 
for her college was if she went to a Catholic college 
and promise not to have any boyfriends until she was 
graduated and living on her own. The only date she'd 
ever been on was to her prom, and her father had been 
her chauffer and chaperone for that. She and her date 
had never been more than 25 feet from her father, who 
watched her like a hawk. 

Likewise she was not allowed to have a job after 
school, though her mother did take her along to 
volunteer at the local library sometimes. In fact, she 
wasn't allowed to be anywhere, any time, when she might 
be left alone with a boy.

She knew she had to get out of the house, and the only 
way to do that was with a degree, so she had kept to 
her promise during college. Now she was a 23 year old 
virgin with no dating experience, in a strange town, 
where she knew no one. She wasn't much interested in 
going to church, and didn't know where else to meet 
people. 

So she was planning on throwing all her energy into her 
work.

She masturbated, of course. She was an expert at that. 
While she might be a virgin technically, she knew her 
maidenhead was long gone, sacrificed to a variety of 
long usually smooth objects she'd smuggled into her 
room, and used at night. There had been a hair brush 
handle, a candle, a banana and even a carrot. She could 
play her clitty like an instrument and had perfected 
the art of coming just from pinching and rolling her 
cherry red nipples between two fingers. 

She'd been to plenty of movies and knew what having sex 
looked like. She had a pretty good imagination too, and 
her parents hadn't been able to stifle that. So any 
time she got really horny she just rubbed herself off 
and that was that. 

She had never gone through all the hours of self 
inspection, in front of a mirror, with bottles of this 
and tubes of that, trying to make herself beautiful. 
That just wasn't the sort of thing that was done in her 
family.

It had never, therefore, occurred to her that she might 
be classified as "drop dead gorgeous".

Now she had a new fantasy. Buddy. He was tall, 
handsome, well built in a muscular sort of way, and, to 
her mind, dangerous. He was, after all, technically a 
criminal. Besides that, she developed a real 
appreciation for his skills with the children. It 
turned out he had eight brothers and sisters and he was 
the second eldest, so he knew how to handle kids. Over 
the next month she came to depend on him for a lot, and 
he did almost as much of the actual teaching as she 
did.

He was invariably polite to her (the letter had urged 
her to report to the court any "incivility, 
inappropriate behavior, violation of rules, or other 
unacceptable behavior") and even though he had started 
out by terrorizing the kids, they now did what he told 
them to out of affection for him instead of fear. He 
had become their big brother and could get them to do 
almost anything with very little effort. All in all, he 
was the kind of man she'd seen on the movie screen, and 
assumed didn't actually exist.

Several times of late, when she had been stroking her 
swollen clit and sliding a finger deep into her wet 
pussy at night, it had been his face she was thinking 
of when she came.

As for Buddy, he had gone from shock and anger at his 
plight to wishing the time wouldn't go so fast. He was 
even thinking of maybe going to college himself, 
seeking a teaching degree. He already knew he could do 
the job, and he liked the kids. Miss Thompson was a 
bonus. 

And what a bonus. About 5'6", maybe 110 pounds. She 
wore her dark blond hair up at school, but he could 
tell it would reach down past her shoulders if she 
unbound it. She sure had nice handfuls for breasts, 
though she never wore anything that showed them off. 
She couldn't hide her hips, though. She often wore 
short skirts that hugged her hips, which swelled from a 
thin waist and then curved back in to legs that looked 
like they'd never quit. Several times he'd caught 
himself staring at those hips and found his dick 
starting to get hard. She didn't even seem to be aware 
of what a fox she actually was, and that made her even 
harder to resist. 

He didn't dare screw up, though, or he'd be back in 
front of the judge, who'd probably send him to work in 
the sewers or something. So he just dreamed of what she 
might look like in a bikini and pumped on his hard dick 
at night, shooting streams of spunk into a towel.

They developed an honest friendship over the next three 
months. She finally told him to start calling her 
Lillie. He brought in a small coffee maker they used at 
the end of the day while they were cleaning up and 
planning for the next day's activities. He'd brew a 
special roasted blend of coffees from South America and 
Turkey and they'd sip the coffee and talk as they 
worked. Soon they were completely comfortable in each 
other's presence. 

There was an undeniable sexual tension between them. 
Both of them knew it, though neither ever said anything 
about it to the other. There was no flirting, no lash-
covered glances, and no posturing. At home, at night, 
in the privacy of their rooms, they admitted their 
feelings to themselves as they pleasured their bodies. 

At school they were properly controlled.

Then fate played its hand. (Don't you just LOVE fate?)

One day Lillie had worn an antique necklace to school. 
It was jeweled and old and very valuable. It had been 
handed down from her Great Grandmother and it was her 
pride and joy. The chain was made with heavy silver 
links and was quite long. It hung almost down to her 
navel. There were clusters of diamonds every six inches 
along the chain and a large brooch at the bottom that 
was encrusted with diamonds, rubies and emeralds. That 
day she had worn a simple white blouse, tucked into a 
black leather mini skirt. 

In college the one thing she had done for herself was 
to indulge in fancy underwear. She had made a habit of 
buying the flimsiest panties, all of lace and silk, 
many of them in the thong style. When she went shopping 
for panties, she mentally thumbed her nose at her 
parents, who would never know what she was wearing next 
to her most private parts. There was a little place in 
Denver, a place where they sold all manner of naughty 
things. She'd bought s everal pairs of panties there, 
and they turned out to be crotchless. At first she had 
been horrified, but she felt so sexy wearing them that 
soon they were just part of her wardrobe. 

She happened to be wearing a pair of those this day 
under the leather mini.

Class was over and she and Buddy were planning the next 
day's activities. She decided to do an art project that 
involved using rubber stamps. She knew there was a box 
of them in the store room and she knew about where they 
were. 

When she went in, though, the room was in such a mess 
that she couldn't get to the location she thought they 
were in. There was a small table in the way, but she 
thought that if she could bend over it and reach down 
to the bottom shelf on the wall behind the table, she 
could just about reach the box with the stamps in it. 

She proceeded to do just that, laying her upper torso 
down on the table top and reaching down on the other 
side of the table. It was at this point that fate 
ACTUALLY played its hand, regardless of what I said 368 
words ago. I just wanted to keep you interested. 

First, her necklace fell down on the other side of the 
table and into a box. This particular box happened to 
contain a three hole punch and about fifty pounds of 
clay in ten pound blocks. The necklace brooch got 
caught in the punch, which was held down in the box by 
the clay. 

Second, a stack of boxes to her left tipped and fell 
between her and the shelf. Now she couldn't reach the 
box her necklace was stuck in because these boxes were 
in the way. She tried to move the boxes, but didn't 
have enough strength to lift them. 

In her wiggling, her blouse came untucked and her skirt 
rode up, exposing her crotchless peach colored panties 
completely. Her breasts hung over the edge of the 
table, and her head was almost in one of the cubby 
holes on the wall.

The only good news was that the box with the stamps in 
it was in her hands. 

But she was stuck. 

The only way she could get loose was to pull hard 
enough on the chain of her priceless heirloom necklace 
to break it. Then - and only then - could she stand up 
and repair everything else. 

She could feel air on her thighs, but couldn't tell now 
much of her butt was showing. She had no idea that not 
only was her entire ass exposed, so too was her pussy, 
which could clearly be seen through the gap in her 
crotchless panties.

"Buddy!" she groaned. "BUUUDDDDYYYY!" she tried to 
yell.

Buddy heard her say his name. She sounded strange 
somehow. At first he couldn't tell where she was, but 
then he realized the noise was coming from the store 
room. She sounded in trouble somehow.

He walked in the room to find the pussy of his dreams 
staring right at him. Lillie was wearing crotchless 
panties! She was bent invitingly over a table, spread 
like she was ready to be fucked from behind. His cock 
responded to the stimulus immediately and swelled to 
its fullest.

"Lillie?" he said tentatively.

"Thank goodness" came the muffled reply. She then 
commenced to tell him what had happened, and that she 
was stuck.

"What do you want me to do?" he said, staring at her 
womanhood and licking his lips.

"Can you find the clasp on the necklace and undo it?" 
she said.

Buddy walked over and examined the situation. The only 
way he could reach her neck would mean he was standing 
with his cock pressed against her butt. He didn't mind 
a bit, but he had a pretty good idea what she'd think. 

"Um...there's this little problem." he said. "Your 
skirt has sort of ridden up and for me to reach the 
clasp I'll have to... sort of be against you." He 
realized he was blushing even though she couldn't see 
him.

Lillie gasped as she remembered what panties she was 
wearing. Oh what he must think of her. But she was 
stuck. "That's OK, she gasped. Just try to get the 
necklace undone."

Buddy walked up to her exposed ass and reached over her 
to her neck. As he did so the lump of his hard dick 
pressed right into the hole in her panties. His fingers 
slid along the necklace at the back of her neck. It 
felt smooth and unbroken. 

"I can't feel the clasp" he said, reaching further. All 
this did was press his hard-on into her pussy even 
harder.

Lillie felt him pressing up against her pussy. She was 
horrified to discover that it felt pretty good. 

In the meantime, Buddy was having a very hard time 
controlling himself. All he could feel was his boner 
pressing against her pussy through his pants.

Lillie spoke "Maybe it slid down to one side or the 
other. Follow the chain down on either side and see if 
you can find the clasp."

Buddy found that he couldn't reach over her shoulder 
and follow the chain down. He'd have to climb on top of 
her to do that. There wasn't enough room on the table 
top for him to climb beside her. He'd have to slid his 
hands under her arms. He told her this and got a "Go 
ahead" from her.

It didn't occur to either of them that her breasts 
would be in the way. But they were. The chain was 
hanging between them, and the only way Buddy could 
reach the chain was to slide his hands across her 
breasts. 

He found this out when he slid his hands down past the 
edge of the table and found both hands full of soft 
round tit. 

She found it out when she felt his hand slide across 
her breasts and an electric charge swelled in both 
nipples. It occurred to her that this also felt pretty 
good.

"What are you doing?" she asked somewhat tremulously.

"I'm trying to find the chain" he said as his hands 
slid backwards and forwards across the soft mounds.

"Ummmmm," she said "That's not the chain."

"Ah, yeah... I know, but I can't find it." he mumbled.

Now his dick was pressing into her pussy, which was 
beginning to get decidedly wet, and his hands were 
stimulating her nipples. 

We have to give Buddy some credit here. He was intent 
on doing what she asked him to, even if it required 
that his hands stroke and hold her breasts. 

This went on for some time and neither of them seemed 
to notice that no real progress was being made at 
actually finding the chain of the necklace.

Finally one of his fingers brushed up against the chain 
and he grabbed it. "Found it!" he said triumphantly. 

Ohhh" was the somewhat disappointed reply.

But the clasp had slid all the way down to the brooch 
and the only way they could find it was to slide the 
chain up on one side and down on the other until the 
clasp came into reach. 

It was during this process that Lillie had her orgasm.

Buddy's hard dick had steadily been rubbing against her 
inflamed pussy lips for over ten minutes. After the 
stimulation of her nipples she was very close to going 
over the edge, and while he was trying to pull the 
clasp into his reach his dick rubbing against her took 
her the rest of the way. As Buddy was pulling on the 
chain she began to wiggle her butt against his dick and 
squirm. Then she went "Ohhhh... Buddy... Ohhh my.... 
Ohhhh shit.....ahhhhhhhhhhh."

Now Buddy may have made some bad judgments in his day, 
but he wasn't stupid. He had a pretty good idea what 
was going on when she started sounding like the sound 
track of a certain VHS movie he had hidden under his 
mattress. He was actually working pretty hard to keep 
his dick from spurting himself. 

But he couldn't resist needling her a little. "Lillie? 
What's wrong? Are you OK?" he said, pressing his dick 
hard against her spasming pussy lips.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "I'm... OK... it's just... a 
little... hard... to... breathe." Her butt gave one 
more wiggle just as he felt the clasp slide into his 
right hand.

Buddy undid the clasp and let the chain fall into the 
box. 

She was free. 

She slid backward into him, pressing hard into his 
boner as she stood up. She turned around, her straining 
breasts brushing across his chest. 

Their faces were only inches apart. 

She was panting. "Oh thank you." she said. "I don't 
know how to..."

Buddy kissed her. He put his arms around her, ground 
his dick into the front of her pussy this time, and 
kissed her hard. He slid his tongue into her mouth and 
she melted in his arms. He broke the kiss, but she came 
back for another one, sucking his tongue like a 
Popsicle. 

Then she dropped to her knees and began undoing his 
belt. His pants clasp came next and she jerked his 
pants down to his knees as she said "I shouldn't be 
doing this, but I just have to see…" 

His dick bobbed right in front of her face and she 
grasped it with her right hand. She stared and said "I 
shouldn’t do this but I just have to…" 

She planted a big wet kiss right on the end of his 
penis, rubbing his precum around the head with her 
pursed lips. 

Then she was up and sitting on the table, her legs 
spread as she pulled him toward her. "Buddy" she said 
in a husky voice. "I shouldn’t be doing this - I've 
NEVER done this - but I have to have you right now." 

She flipped her skirt up to her waist, exposing the 
panties one more time and her hand pulled his rod to 
the gap in them. As Buddy's startled gaze watched, she 
nosed the head of his dick in between her swollen pussy 
lips. 

Buddy had never done this either. But he'd watched that 
movie about eleventy-nine times and he knew what to do.

Buddy pushed. 

He pushed hard and didn't stop pushing until he was 
buried in her luscious Kindergarten teacher pussy. She 
groaned and fell back on the table as he penetrated 
her. Her hands flew to the tips of her heaving breasts 
and she started pinching her nipples through her blouse 
and bra.

Then her fingers were tearing the blouse open. The bra 
had a front catch and it was soon unsnapped, baring her 
beautiful breasts.

Buddy pulled back and slammed into her again, getting a 
long "Ahhhhhhhh," from her for his efforts. He leaned 
over and pushed one of her hands away from her nipple 
with his mouth. He sucked the nipple in and felt her 
pussy go into spasms as he suckled the nip, chewing and 
sucking on it. She roared from that orgasm into another 
as his prick bulged in her newly fucked pussy and spat 
its heavy load of Kindergarten teacher aide man cream 
up into her in long streams of white gooey spunk.

When they were done Lillie didn't say a word. She 
buttoned up her blouse, pulled down her skirt, pulled 
him into the classroom and picked up her purse. 

"We're going to my place," she said as she pushed him 
out the door.

Buddy would never forget that evening and night. She 
was insatiable. If he could get it hard she fucked him 
until it was soft again. She tried sucking him hard 
again with her mouth until he was so tender he had to 
push her away. Two hours later he awoke in bed to find 
her jacking on his newly stiff penis, preparing to 
mount and ride him to another orgasm. 

She never brought him off with her mouth. 

She never jacked him off to watch him cum. 

She wanted every drop of his potent sperm in her pussy 
and she did everything she could to get him to plant 
more in her. He was convinced that if they hadn't had 
school the next day she'd never had let him out of bed 
until he was a dried up husk.

By the third night she was satisfied with only three 
loads of his thick cum in her pussy. But it took two 
weeks before she would settle for only one. She later 
told him she had a lot of lost time to make up for.

He didn't mind. 

One night as his dick pulsed and spat its load of baby 
makers into her belly he thought to himself that he 
needed to go back and thank that judge some time. 
But not right now. 

Right now he had to satisfy his woman.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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