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From: "Shon" <shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "Teachers" (MF)
Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 16:10:05 -0400
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	This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so
please don't make any money from it.  I welcome, read and respond
to all e-mail at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net  Really.  It makes
my day like you wouldn't believe.  How come you haven't written
already?
 
	For more of my stories you can check out 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ShonRichards/www/

"Teachers"
By Shon Richards

	Erica was reading to children when I found her.  There she was,
the teacher on summer vacation and she was still hip deep in
small children.  Yes, she was beautiful and yes, watching her
being sweet to kids was always a turn-on, but damn it, this crap
had gone on long enough.

	Behind her, one kid was slowly approaching her long blonde hair
with a pair of scissors.  See what I mean?  Even the little
bastards knew better.  They knew it was summer.  They knew that
this was the time to do something you'll get spanked for latter.
Why, oh why was she volunteering at the library?

	Through sheer force of will I caught the kid's eye.  He must
have been about seven.  I didn't have to say a word.  He put the
scissors down and ran away.  He knew I was one of the bad kids
when I was his age.  I still am.

	After Erica was through with the story, I quickly walked up to
her and kissed her on the cheek.

	"Come on," I whispered.  "We need to find the broom closet."

	"Why?" she asked as she stood up.

	"Because I told the librarian that I had some terrible medical
news to tell you, and was there a place that we could talk
without hearing you cry."

	She started to smile but then her teacher's face appeared.

	"You told Mrs. Winnows I had something horrible just to get me
alone?"

	"No.  I just lied," I told her.

	When we found the broom closest, Erica was just beginning to
smirk.  I flipped on the light and locked the door.  The lock
made me pause; why would a closet have a lock on the inside?  It
occurred to me that even librarians understood things better than
Erica.

	"What's so important?" Erica asked.

	I answered her with a kiss.  It was one of those good kisses. 
The kind of kiss that involves some ass-squeezing, a little
hair-mussing and a whole lot of air being stolen.  It wasn't how
you're supposed to kiss a teacher.

	"What was that for?" Erica gasped.

	"What is the point of being in love with a teacher if she
doesn't take the summer off?" I responded.  My hand moved under
her shirt and did something naughty to her nipple.

	She didn't move my hand away.  "I just can't quit when the
summer comes," she said.  "A teacher is who I am.  I like being
around kids and they need a teacher during the summer at the
library."

	I did something naughtier to her nipple.  She moaned but like a
good teacher, she refused to let bad behavior distract her.

	"What do you want me to do?  Wait at home all day for you?  Be
your little love slave?"

	"No," I said as I kneeled down before her.  She didn't realize
who was a slave to whom.  I unfastened her pants and pulled them
down.

	"What are you doing?" she chuckled as she feebly tried to push
me away.

	"Just as I suspected," I grumbled.  "White, boring panties.  Not
even French-cut!"

	Erica laughed.  "What does that prove?"

	"That you've forgotten," I said as I pulled her panties aside. 
Before she asked any more questions, I kissed the bare lips of
her sex.  

Erica's hands quit fighting me and instead tangled themselves in
my hair.  I took her invitation to part her lips with my tongue.
Several slow licks later, Erica pushed me away.

"Not here," Erica hissed.

"No talking during the lesson," I responded.  I gave her a tiny
flick of my tongue on her clitoris and her knees shook in front
of me.  My tongue continued to 'spank' her until I felt her
fingernails digging into my scalp.

"Please," Erica groaned ever so softly.  

I didn't ask if the please was to stop or continue.  I simply
continued.  My mouth covered her sex and I took her lips into
mine.  Quite frankly, I ate her.  I ate my workaholic,
duty-obsessed, kid-loving, teacher girlfriend until her hips were
fucking my face.  When I felt the familiar clenching of her
climax approaching, I stopped.

"What?" she demanded, much louder now.

"Do you know what you have forgotten this summer?" I asked from
below her waist.  "Yes, you are a teacher, but you are also a
woman.  Live a little.  Fuck a little.  Do something these next
few months you won't be able to do when those little bastards
need you to correct their spelling."

She thought about it.  Her cheeks flared and her throat
swallowed.  Maybe she wasn't thinking all that much.

"Fine, point taken, just fuck me!" Erica hissed.

She pulled me back onto her sex and I chuckled while her sex
filled my mouth.  I doubt that she got my point.  After she
climaxes, I bet she'll go right back out to those kids and read
to them some more.  It was just who she was and who she will
always be.  

That was okay.  Some lessons just need to be repeated.

	

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