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Dirty Secrets of Westchester High
by Abner Wizzle (abnerwizzle@hotmail.com)
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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)
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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.
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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.
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