Break time for Kathy
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Kathy was 35 years old, but didn’t look it. She was slightly built, with thin but shapely legs, and a modest bust. Her black hair had not a single silver strand yet. She easily could pass for ten years younger. She loved her job, teaching her fifth grade class. The k**s were still k**s. Cute, inquisitive, often eager to learn.
Afterward, she wondered what made her do it. She’d been feeling so horny. And she felt so sexy. So on that day, she just “forgot” to put on her panties. Her skirt was cut just a couple inches above her knees, so she was still covered for modesty’s sake. As she often did, she didn’t wear a bra under her sweater, either. In the teachers’ lounge, she felt so very sexy. She had considered casually spreading her legs as she sat sipping coffee, chatting with the other teachers before heading to her classroom, but thought better of it. Nevertheless, the thought of doing it moistened her sex, and just made her all the more horny.
It was the last day before Christmas break, and the k**s were pretty excited about a two week break. Kathy, Miss Smith to her class, was excited about it too. The morning had passed as it usually does, with math and English lessons. Though excited, the k**s were quietly doing their work. It would be lunchtime in a few minutes, and in the quiet, Kathy’s mind turned to her smoothly shaved pussy under her skirt, and at that thought, she moistened again. She really wished she could touch herself, but she dared not. Instead, she crossed her legs, causing the skirt to ride up just a bit. When she did so, she saw Richie in the first row stealing a peek. The thought of him seeing her both terrified and excited her. She rocked her foot a bit, the motion stimulating her sex, and inflaming her growing lustiness.
She glanced at Richie out of the corner of his eye. Yes, he was glancing up at her with regularity. She’d caught him before, staring at her legs. Impulively, she switched legs, crossing the opposite way, turned just so, if Richie were peeking, he’d get a little flash. She glanced again as she did so, and saw his eyes dart to her when she moved. She saw his eyes widen slightly, and his lips part. Inwardly, she smiled. He’d seen.
Somewhere in her mind, a part of her was screaming to stop it. But she rationalized. This we Richie’s last day here. His family was moving over the break to a district across town. She’d probably never see him again, and truth was, he was a bright, engaging boy, and she had enjoyed him from the first day of class.
The bell rang for lunch. She supervised the k**s getting their things and heading to the lunchroom. Richie managed to put himself very close to his teacher. She was pretty sure he’d brushed up against her on purpose. For some reason, that touch sent an electric thrill through her.
She went to the lounge to eat her own lunch, but really wished she could go somewhere and relieve the fire that was raging in her loins. This had gone too far, she tried to tell herself. She finished her lunch, having admonished herself not to do that again.
The k**s were getting more and more wound up. She had to work hard to maintain control of the class, and it helped her get her mind off of Richie. She had covered the final subject for the day, and told the class to read quietly for a half hour, and then she would let them talk. She’d been through this before. They were going to talk the final hour of the day regardless of whether she gave them permission or not, so her “deal” had bought her an hour of silence.
She sat again at her desk, and began to read herself. But she stole a glance over at Richie, who was obviously not reading, but was staring openly at her legs. It moistened her immediately. She was acutely aware of it. She hid behind her book, knowing she was flushing. She bit her lip. She opened her legs, taking a peek at Richie. Once again, his eyes widened, and he obviously sucked in his breath. From how she was sitting, Richie was the only student who could see her. She opened her legs slightly wider. She knew she was glistening wet. Richie was staring at her. She closed and opened her legs. The closing gave her pleasure.
Periodically, she’d give Richie another glance. Eventually the half hour was up, and Kathy was almost relieved. She knew she shouldn’t be flashing the boy like that. “Okay, you can talk now,” she announced. An immediate murmur of voices erupted, and rose to a soft din. Richie stared at Kathy for a while, and then launched into conversation with the rest of the class.
Finally, the bell rang. It was break now. She stood at the door telling each c***d to have a wonderful break and she’d see them next year. Several gave her hugs.
Sure enough, Richie had hung back. He was the last to leave the room, and hugged Kathy rather longer than would be expected. She hugged him back. “Goodbye, Richie. I hope you love your new school. You’ll do really well there. Let me know if there’s anything you need.”
“Thank you, Miss Smith,” he said, staring her in the eye unblinking. “And thank you. I saw.” He glanced at her crotch. Kathy moistened again. She bit her lip.
“Did you like what you saw?” She couldn’t believe those words left her lips.
He nodded, then said, “but I couldn’t see very well.” He gave her a meaningful look, and boldly took hold of her skirt hem.
Kathy was on fire inside. What she was doing was so wrong. But she was also incredibly aroused by what was happening. She leaned back against the wall, and Richie lifted her skirt, exposing her smoothly shaved sex. She almost groaned as he did. Richie stood staring at her, lips slightly parted. In a moment, Kathy put a finger to her lips, and went to close the door. She returned to where Richie stood, and again leaned back against the wall. Richie again lifted her hem. This time, Kathy spread her legs apart, squatting slightly. Richie was getting a good look now.
Huskily, Kathy asked, “and now, are you getting a good look?”
Richie swallowed hard, and croaked, “yes.”
Kathy was biting her lip. Her wetness threatened to run down her leg. She had never been so aroused in her life. She resisted the temptation to close her eyes, but instead watched Richie. And then, with his other hand he reached out. He looked up at her eyes. Kathy’s mouth was dry. Oh my god. She took a deep breath. She nodded.
Tentatively, Richie placed his hand over her gushing slit. She nearly came when he did, and couldn’t suppress her groan this time. He looked up quickly. “Did I hurt you Miss Smith?”
She shook her head, “no Richie, it just feels really, really good when you do that.”
Richie began to caress her wet sex. Her knees were getting weak. She knew she was wetting his hand. She looked again, and his eyes were so wide.
Kathy’s brain had shifted to full lust by now, a****l instincts taking over. She lifted her sweater, showing her small breasts to him as well. Richie glanced at her face, then took his hand from her pussy, and felt her breast. She moaned again, as his hand wetted her nipple with her own wet juice.
“You can kiss them,” she groaned, praying he would. He only came to her breasts anyway, and he immediately leaned in, kissing her erect nipple. Her own hand shot to her pussy as he did, caressing herself. She was writhing and moaning now, and Richie was beginning to suck her nipple hard. She could feel an earth shattering orgasm coming on. Not yet! She didn’t want to cum yet.
“Richie, come over here.” She took his hand, and led him to her desk chair. Then she sat down in front of him. She smiled up at him and undid his pants. The boy was gaping at her now, as she dropped his pants and underpants, his small erection popping into view. “You’ll like this,” she murmured, as she engulfed him in her mouth, greedily sucking on his hairless cock and balls.
Richie was groaning now, as Kathy’s head bobbed on his cock. Kathy couldn’t believe what she was doing. But she couldn’t stop. She glanced up at Richie, and his eyes were closed, his mouth open. She dropped the little cock from her mouth. He looked down when she did, a look of loss and disappointment on his face. She smiled at him though, and said, “I think you’ll like this even better.”
Then she hiked up her skirt under her, and slid her ass to the edge of her chair. She flung her legs wide, and pointed at her gaping pussy. “Put it in here, Richie.”
The boy didn’t hesitate. He shoved his little pecker in her gushing cunt. “Now, move it in and out,” she breathed. Richie began thrusting in her then, a look of joy and wonder on his face. In truth, the physical sensation was slight. His cock was not big enough to stimulate her. But the thought of what she was doing, of being fucked by this young boy, was sending her over the edge. The orgasm that hit her was the most intense she ever felt in her life. She hated she had to be quiet. She wanted to scream. Instead, she was whispering huskily, “fuck me, Richie. Fuck me hard.”
She didn’t even know if Richie knew what “fuck” really meant. But he caught on fast. He banged away at her. It really didn’t take him very long. His little cock erupted in her pussy, and she came again at that thought, that his young seed was splashing inside of her.
The boy rested against her. She wanted to thank him. But slowly the enormity of what she had just done overcame her fading lust. She let him stay that way for a bit, then she said, “your mother will be waiting for you. Just tell her I wanted to tell you goodbye.” She kissed him on the head then. Richie kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you, Miss Smith. I’ll miss you.” She nodded. She would truthfully miss him too. He pulled up his pants, got his jacket on, and left. Kathy wiped herself up with Kleenex on her desk. She gathered her things, and went home. That night, she masturbated furiously, thinking of Richie. He indeed moved again, and she never saw him again. For awhile, she dreaded receiving a phone call about what had happened. But the call never came.
Afterward, she wondered what made her do it. She’d been feeling so horny. And she felt so sexy. So on that day, she just “forgot” to put on her panties. Her skirt was cut just a couple inches above her knees, so she was still covered for modesty’s sake. As she often did, she didn’t wear a bra under her sweater, either. In the teachers’ lounge, she felt so very sexy. She had considered casually spreading her legs as she sat sipping coffee, chatting with the other teachers before heading to her classroom, but thought better of it. Nevertheless, the thought of doing it moistened her sex, and just made her all the more horny.
It was the last day before Christmas break, and the k**s were pretty excited about a two week break. Kathy, Miss Smith to her class, was excited about it too. The morning had passed as it usually does, with math and English lessons. Though excited, the k**s were quietly doing their work. It would be lunchtime in a few minutes, and in the quiet, Kathy’s mind turned to her smoothly shaved pussy under her skirt, and at that thought, she moistened again. She really wished she could touch herself, but she dared not. Instead, she crossed her legs, causing the skirt to ride up just a bit. When she did so, she saw Richie in the first row stealing a peek. The thought of him seeing her both terrified and excited her. She rocked her foot a bit, the motion stimulating her sex, and inflaming her growing lustiness.
She glanced at Richie out of the corner of his eye. Yes, he was glancing up at her with regularity. She’d caught him before, staring at her legs. Impulively, she switched legs, crossing the opposite way, turned just so, if Richie were peeking, he’d get a little flash. She glanced again as she did so, and saw his eyes dart to her when she moved. She saw his eyes widen slightly, and his lips part. Inwardly, she smiled. He’d seen.
Somewhere in her mind, a part of her was screaming to stop it. But she rationalized. This we Richie’s last day here. His family was moving over the break to a district across town. She’d probably never see him again, and truth was, he was a bright, engaging boy, and she had enjoyed him from the first day of class.
The bell rang for lunch. She supervised the k**s getting their things and heading to the lunchroom. Richie managed to put himself very close to his teacher. She was pretty sure he’d brushed up against her on purpose. For some reason, that touch sent an electric thrill through her.
She went to the lounge to eat her own lunch, but really wished she could go somewhere and relieve the fire that was raging in her loins. This had gone too far, she tried to tell herself. She finished her lunch, having admonished herself not to do that again.
The k**s were getting more and more wound up. She had to work hard to maintain control of the class, and it helped her get her mind off of Richie. She had covered the final subject for the day, and told the class to read quietly for a half hour, and then she would let them talk. She’d been through this before. They were going to talk the final hour of the day regardless of whether she gave them permission or not, so her “deal” had bought her an hour of silence.
She sat again at her desk, and began to read herself. But she stole a glance over at Richie, who was obviously not reading, but was staring openly at her legs. It moistened her immediately. She was acutely aware of it. She hid behind her book, knowing she was flushing. She bit her lip. She opened her legs, taking a peek at Richie. Once again, his eyes widened, and he obviously sucked in his breath. From how she was sitting, Richie was the only student who could see her. She opened her legs slightly wider. She knew she was glistening wet. Richie was staring at her. She closed and opened her legs. The closing gave her pleasure.
Periodically, she’d give Richie another glance. Eventually the half hour was up, and Kathy was almost relieved. She knew she shouldn’t be flashing the boy like that. “Okay, you can talk now,” she announced. An immediate murmur of voices erupted, and rose to a soft din. Richie stared at Kathy for a while, and then launched into conversation with the rest of the class.
Finally, the bell rang. It was break now. She stood at the door telling each c***d to have a wonderful break and she’d see them next year. Several gave her hugs.
Sure enough, Richie had hung back. He was the last to leave the room, and hugged Kathy rather longer than would be expected. She hugged him back. “Goodbye, Richie. I hope you love your new school. You’ll do really well there. Let me know if there’s anything you need.”
“Thank you, Miss Smith,” he said, staring her in the eye unblinking. “And thank you. I saw.” He glanced at her crotch. Kathy moistened again. She bit her lip.
“Did you like what you saw?” She couldn’t believe those words left her lips.
He nodded, then said, “but I couldn’t see very well.” He gave her a meaningful look, and boldly took hold of her skirt hem.
Kathy was on fire inside. What she was doing was so wrong. But she was also incredibly aroused by what was happening. She leaned back against the wall, and Richie lifted her skirt, exposing her smoothly shaved sex. She almost groaned as he did. Richie stood staring at her, lips slightly parted. In a moment, Kathy put a finger to her lips, and went to close the door. She returned to where Richie stood, and again leaned back against the wall. Richie again lifted her hem. This time, Kathy spread her legs apart, squatting slightly. Richie was getting a good look now.
Huskily, Kathy asked, “and now, are you getting a good look?”
Richie swallowed hard, and croaked, “yes.”
Kathy was biting her lip. Her wetness threatened to run down her leg. She had never been so aroused in her life. She resisted the temptation to close her eyes, but instead watched Richie. And then, with his other hand he reached out. He looked up at her eyes. Kathy’s mouth was dry. Oh my god. She took a deep breath. She nodded.
Tentatively, Richie placed his hand over her gushing slit. She nearly came when he did, and couldn’t suppress her groan this time. He looked up quickly. “Did I hurt you Miss Smith?”
She shook her head, “no Richie, it just feels really, really good when you do that.”
Richie began to caress her wet sex. Her knees were getting weak. She knew she was wetting his hand. She looked again, and his eyes were so wide.
Kathy’s brain had shifted to full lust by now, a****l instincts taking over. She lifted her sweater, showing her small breasts to him as well. Richie glanced at her face, then took his hand from her pussy, and felt her breast. She moaned again, as his hand wetted her nipple with her own wet juice.
“You can kiss them,” she groaned, praying he would. He only came to her breasts anyway, and he immediately leaned in, kissing her erect nipple. Her own hand shot to her pussy as he did, caressing herself. She was writhing and moaning now, and Richie was beginning to suck her nipple hard. She could feel an earth shattering orgasm coming on. Not yet! She didn’t want to cum yet.
“Richie, come over here.” She took his hand, and led him to her desk chair. Then she sat down in front of him. She smiled up at him and undid his pants. The boy was gaping at her now, as she dropped his pants and underpants, his small erection popping into view. “You’ll like this,” she murmured, as she engulfed him in her mouth, greedily sucking on his hairless cock and balls.
Richie was groaning now, as Kathy’s head bobbed on his cock. Kathy couldn’t believe what she was doing. But she couldn’t stop. She glanced up at Richie, and his eyes were closed, his mouth open. She dropped the little cock from her mouth. He looked down when she did, a look of loss and disappointment on his face. She smiled at him though, and said, “I think you’ll like this even better.”
Then she hiked up her skirt under her, and slid her ass to the edge of her chair. She flung her legs wide, and pointed at her gaping pussy. “Put it in here, Richie.”
The boy didn’t hesitate. He shoved his little pecker in her gushing cunt. “Now, move it in and out,” she breathed. Richie began thrusting in her then, a look of joy and wonder on his face. In truth, the physical sensation was slight. His cock was not big enough to stimulate her. But the thought of what she was doing, of being fucked by this young boy, was sending her over the edge. The orgasm that hit her was the most intense she ever felt in her life. She hated she had to be quiet. She wanted to scream. Instead, she was whispering huskily, “fuck me, Richie. Fuck me hard.”
She didn’t even know if Richie knew what “fuck” really meant. But he caught on fast. He banged away at her. It really didn’t take him very long. His little cock erupted in her pussy, and she came again at that thought, that his young seed was splashing inside of her.
The boy rested against her. She wanted to thank him. But slowly the enormity of what she had just done overcame her fading lust. She let him stay that way for a bit, then she said, “your mother will be waiting for you. Just tell her I wanted to tell you goodbye.” She kissed him on the head then. Richie kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you, Miss Smith. I’ll miss you.” She nodded. She would truthfully miss him too. He pulled up his pants, got his jacket on, and left. Kathy wiped herself up with Kleenex on her desk. She gathered her things, and went home. That night, she masturbated furiously, thinking of Richie. He indeed moved again, and she never saw him again. For awhile, she dreaded receiving a phone call about what had happened. But the call never came.
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