Middle School Mischief at DorsetChapter 5 Laying Little Leena
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Spring had arrived, the season of planting and new growth. Except for the winter wheat. It had been planted in the fall and the green sprouts were already appearing in the fields. But wheat was not the only fall planting that was becoming evident. Young Sherry whose seed had germinated with the assistance of her schoolteacher's sperm had gained considerable weight. She was a big girl so it didn't show that much except for the loss of a waistline and the development of a bit of a potbelly. And now, only two months short of giving birth, the ingenuous teen still didn't know that she was knocked up.
Lucinda had been the first of the trio to realize she was pregnant and she and the schoolteacher had decided she could bluff her way through with the lie that it was the Reverend's baby. And maybe it was, she'd consoled herself. But she'd also consoled herself by bedding the schoolteacher at every opportunity. The newfound delight of sexual congress was enhanced by the illicit nature of their liaison although she kept telling herself that it was the devil's fault.
And now Bob was worried. And maybe a bit macho. Two weeks after Lucinda had revealed her pregnancy, little Leena had come to his room.
Mr. Best, Sir? I'm scairt. I'm real late and I think you musta knocked me up?
He hoped but so far in vain that it was a false alarm. Damn. If he got out of this one he'd get a vasectomy, for sure. And if he didn't... if she really was pregnant... he'd likely go to jail. God, she was only a thirteen-year-old girl. She must be mistaken.
It was now almost another month since Leena had given him her news. And, except for the two times Lucinda had stayed home from church and once with Sherry, Bob had been unusually inactive, sexually. Now, as he sat in the classroom, his testicles had that heavy, bloated feeling and even though he was very worried about Leena, he was horny as hell.
Brenda felt a warm moistness between her legs. Golly, Mr. Best was good looking. She wished she lived ib the same house with him like Leena did. She was sure that Leena was doing it with him. And she was only thirteen. She acted as if she owned him. And she'd seen her leave the school late sometimes and she walked kind of funny. Brenda was sure that the teacher had been into her.
"Please may I leave the room, sir?" the fifteen year old girl asked when the teacher acknowledged her upraised hand.
"You may, Brenda," Bob replied to the standard request for permission to visit the outdoor toilet. He noticed how her large breasts bobbled under her blouse as she walked to the front of the room and he fought the tingle of lust in his loins. He didn't need any more complications.
Once inside the small, rough wood cubicle, Brenda loosened her clothing. Even though spring was here it was too cold to take anything off and, still wearing her coat, she sat on the bench between the two holes and pulled her panties down to her knees. The she managed to unclasp her brassiere before she leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes.
Brenda's pussy was wet and slippery, the way it always got when she sat in class and daydreamed about Mr. Best. She could feel the coarse, curly tendrils of pubic hair as her fingers stroked her soft, vulval flesh. It was better at night in her bed but she didn't want to wait until then. She'd do it again then, anyway.
Brenda squeezed her well-developed breasts with the other hand and wondered what her teacher would think if he knew what she was doing. She wondered also what it would be like to do the real thing. She'd seen her sister getting it last summer in the barn and she'd been surprised at how big a man's thing got. But her sister sure seemed to like having it stuck up into her.
"Oh yes, Mr. Best. You can stick your cock into my cunt," she whispered to herself. "You can fuck me, sir. I want it. I want you to break my cherry, sir." And, as she rubbed her sleek, juicy pussy, she imagined what it would feel like to have a cock inside. Her fingers moved faster and faster, her clitoris getting big and hard, and as she felt the growing heat in her belly, she arched her hips forward and put a finger inside the tiny, virginal hole. And then she came. If anyone had happened to pass within thirty feet of the little outhouse, they would have wondered at the sharp, panting gasps that would have been clearly audible.
Straightening her clothes, the teenager got up and, her knees still watery weak from her orgasm, she returned to the classroom. Bob noted that she was flushed but he attributed it to the chilly outside air.
Four hours later, in mid-afternoon, Brenda was once again beset by her belly-churning erotic fantasies. Her hand crept under her desk as if independently driven and, checking first to be sure that she could not be observed, she slipped it inside her skirt. She was wearing a skirt that buttoned in front and by opening one of the buttons, she was able to get her hand on the bare flesh of her swollen pussy.
Brenda only thought she was unobserved. In fact, her teacher had a marvelous view of what was occurring. Behind the girl, on the wall to her right, was a mirror. From his desk, some thirty feet ahead of her and slightly elevated, the teacher could see some of what she was doing. At first he didn't catch on. Her arm and wrist were visible and, as he watched more closely with increasing interest, he could see that she was reaching inside her skirt.
This was really exciting, she thought. She didn't have to use her imagination to remember what Mr. Best looked like. She could watch him while she played with herself. He'd sure be surprised if he knew what she was doing. She didn't want to keep on until she came because she wasn't sure she could keep quiet but she didn't want to stop, either.
Bob couldn't believe what he was seeing. Brenda was masturbating right in the classroom. And her eyes were fixed on him. Was she really fantasizing that he was fucking her? Fortunately he was seated behind his desk so that his sudden, raging erection was not visible to any of the students.
When it was time to end the day, he had the opportunity to select someone to clean the blackboards. Needless to say, he asked Brenda to remain.
Brenda was a wreck. When it was about time for the class to end, she had reluctantly ceased her genital caress but, by then, she was aching with the need to reach orgasm. Ordinarily she would have been pleased to be the one to stay and clean the boards but, today, it just meant a longer wait before she could get home and finish what she had started and maintained for so long.
Bob could see that the girl was almost wobbly on her feet. He remained behind his desk and watched her as she reached up to wipe the top of one slate. Her breasts were truly magnificent. He could hardly stand the temptation.
"Come up here, Brenda. I think we need to have a little talk."
Putting down the eraser, the teenager walked shakily to his desk, wondering what her teacher wanted. Hopefully it wouldn't take very long and she'd be able to go home.
"I could see that something was bothering you today, Brenda. Do you want to tell me about it?"
"Huh? Whaddya mean, sir?" She got a sinking feeling in her belly. Had he seen what she was doing? And, if he did, what would he do? Would he punish her? Or tell her parents?
"Who were you dreaming about this afternoon, Brenda? There's nothing wrong with what you were doing, you know. It's perfectly natural to play with yourself." The girl tensed when her teacher placed a hand on the flare of her young hip. "But it's kind if dangerous doing it right here in the classroom. Someone might have seen you. I mean someone other than I. One of yur schoolmates might get the wrong idea. Were you feelings so strong that you couldn't wait until you got home?"
"Uh... uh... uh, gee, sir? I? I? I couldn't help it, sir," she stammered, not sure how much he had seen.
"Close the blinds, Brenda. And turn off the lights. I think we'd better try to find a way to help you. And we don't want to be seen, do we?"
"Oh gee, sir? I don't know? Are yuh sure yuh oughta?"
"Yes, I'm sure, young lady. Now, do as I say!"
Brenda went to the windows and closed the Venetian blinds and then turned off the overhead lights and returned to stand by his desk. The young teenager wondered what her teacher was going to do now. If he'd really been fucking Leena, then he might actually plan to do it to her too? Her knees quaked at the thought.
"You're a big girl, Brenda. Especially up here," Bob said as he squeezed one of her big tit-globes. A wave of heat coursed through her belly when the man cupped and hefted her large breasts. "I guess all the guys keep trying to do this, eh? Do you have a boyfriend? Is there someone who helps you with your feelings?"
"Oh gee, Mr. Best? I'm scairt? Are yuh sure it's OK fer yuh to touch me like that? I mean... like? OH, MR. BEST!" She cried out in surprise when her teacher's hand slid under her skirt and up between her thighs to the wet crotch of her panties.
"Mmmmmm... yes... you're in need of something, my dear. Do you masturbate a lot, Brenda?" She clamped her thighs closed on his wrist when his finger insinuated itself under the elastic of her panties.
"But? b.b.but? Oh, sir?"
"You were imagining I was fucking you this afternoon, weren't you, my dear? You were fingering yourself and imagining that my cock was inside you, weren't you, Brenda?. Right?"
"Hanh? Oh, Mr. Best? Oh, sir?" She couldn't reply when his finger rubbed her soft, swollen labia, sending new thrills shooting through her loins.
Bob knew now that it was just a matter of taking off the teenager's clothes and fucking her. She was standing there unresistingly while he teased the sloppy softness of her fat, young cunt. He unbuttoned her skirt and it dropped in a heap around her ankles and then he reached under her blouse to unclasp her brassiere.
"If I didn't know your real age, I'd think you were twenty.", the horny teacher said as he played with her huge, firm tit-globes. "You have a very mature body, my dear. And you must have some very mature desires, too. Lie down on my desk, Brenda. Lie down so we can do something about your needs."
In docile obedience the big-titted virgin followed his directions, getting up on the desk and then letting him push her down to a horizontal position.
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