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The Dirty Secrets of Westchester High - 5
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. 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
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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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