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The Dirty Secrets of Westchester High - 2
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. 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)
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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.
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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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Kristen's collection - Directory 82