Author's Note: The author does not condone in, nor encourage the
content found in his stories. Any and all characters are purely
fictional. Adults only. If you are underage, or if stories of sex
between adults and minors offend you, please leave now.



Summary: While the other students are egg-hunting, a mistreated
boy stays after class with the teacher. Short.

(Fb, oral, pedo)



  "The eggs that we've painted yesterday are all hidden outside,"
Ms. Caine told the homeroom class. The woman was standing in
front of the black chalkboard, on which read, "Happy Easter!!" in
big, white letters. Her auburn hair was wrapped into a bun. A red
shirt was tucked into her cream-colored pants, which matched her
shoes. "Thank you, Richard," she said, collecting the
Easter-themed word search from her student, who sat back down
without a word.

  A chubby kid, Richard was a 12-year-old with a pale complexion.
A round pair of glasses sat on the tip of his small nose, in
front of green eyes. He wore a navy blue shirt, which had maroon
and dark green horizontal stripes, and was tucked into blue
sweatpants. Black shoes stood together under his desk.

  Something hit Richard hard in the back of the head. Rubbing the
spot and looking down, he saw a crumpled piece of paper on the
green-tiled floor, near the metal leg of his blue chair. As
usual, he decided to ignore the quiet laughing coming from behind
him.

  "That Richard is such a nerd," one blond boy whispered to a
dark-haired boy. He was wearing a blue shirt with long sleeves
that was tucked into blue jeans. White sneakers were on his feet.
"Always the first one to finish something."

  The other boy snickered into his hands. He was wearing a black
denim jacket over a white T-shirt. Black jeans covered his legs
and touched his black and white sneakers. "And a teacher's pet,"
he commented with a Spanish accent.

  "Hey, ever noticed Richard's stomach looks like a egg?"

  "I know, right. We should paint him for Easter."

  Suppressed giggles came from the two of them, as well as a few
kids who were nearby.

  Metal desks with wooden tops formed four vertical lines. Out of
24 blue, plastic chairs, 19 were occupied. Richard was sitting in
the third seat of the first row. The other two boys were two
lines behind him, in the first and second seats from the left
window.

  "I don't have a basket for everyone, so you'll have to split up
into teams," Ms. Caine announced. "There are ten baskets here,"
she pointed at the green baskets that were on her gray desk. "Can
anyone guess how many students can be in each team?"

  Richard looked to his left and pointed at every student he saw,
counting under his breath. Then he did the same to the kids
behind him and on his right side. After thinking it over, he
raised his hand.

  "Richard?"

  "2, R1," answered Richard.

  "That's right."

  "*cough*geek*cough*" someone muttered from behind.

  "Since there are nineteen students here today, and I have ten
baskets, there will be nine groups of students, and the remainder
will have to pair up with me to make ten groups. I'll give you a
moment to pick out your partners."

  The classroom soon filled with childish chatter. Students arose
to discuss grouping with their friends.

  Richard stood up and looked around. Noticing a lone blond girl,
he made way for the leftmost desk of the second row.

  Before he could talk to her, a dark-skinned girl tapped her
shoulder and said something to her.

  Shrugging, Richard turned his head and focused on a chubby,
dark-skinned boy who was standing near a desk in the center of
the room.

  His trip was cut short when the boy walked over to a
darker-skinned boy with an orange shirt.

  Richard searched with his eyes for another partner. He soon
locked eyes with a brown-eyed boy.

  The brown-haired boy shifted his eyes and looked at a redheaded
girl. Taking a final gaze at Richard, he left his seat.

  With a sigh, Richard sat down.

  In most classes, Richard would often be the last to be picked.
Today seemed to be no different. He couldn't understand it. He
was well-mannered, and never intentionally did anything to
anyone.

  "Now that you have your groups, take a basket and go outside,"
Ms. Caine said. She opened the door and stood by it.

  Noisily, most of the students arose and retrieved their green
baskets. They then scrambled out the open door.

  When everyone else was out, Richard was still putting his
notebook into his black roller backpack. As usual, he would be
the last to leave. But he didn't mind; he hated to be around the
other kids.

  "Richard," the teacher said, approaching him, "you don't need
your bookbag. I'll call everyone in before the bell rings."

  "Oh," the boy muttered. He zipped his bag and dropped it off
the chair.

  "What's the matter?" she asked concerned.

  "Idon'twannatalkaboutit." He stared at his backpack.

  "It was the boys, wasn't it? Were the boys picking on you
again?" She was now standing in front of his desk.

  Richard did not answer. His bookbag seemed to be much more
interesting than the comforting teacher.

  "Aw, Richard, don't listen to them." She pat his right hand.

  "Nobody wants to be my partner."

  "Well, I don't mind being your partner. You're a nice boy. Not
to mention, you're very intelligent for your age. Just as smart
as me, and I'm a teacher."

  "I don't want to be in school anymore. None of the kids like
me."

  "That's not true. I'm sure plenty of them like you. They'll
tell you someday." Richard kept his head down, watching himself
fiddle with his fingernails. "I know what will cheer you up." She
stood up.

  "What?"

  "Come with me to the coatroom."With her left hand, she motioned
for him to follow her.

  Richard finally looked up, quizzically, but did as he was told.

  The teacher opened the wooden door in the back of the room and
allowed her pupil in first. When he entered, she shut the door
behind them.

  The walls of the room were white and the floor was made of
yellow tiles. A long, tan-colored rack held multicolored hangers
of coats and jackets.

  Richard turned so he was facing the teacher.

  "Have you ever seen a naked woman before, Richard?" Ms. Caine
asked, walking toward him and unbuttoning her blouse along the
way.

  Richard looked surprised. "Nuh-uh, Miss."

  The top two buttons were undone, revealing the tips of her
breasts encased in a white bra.

  "I can't take off all my clothes right now, but you can still
see my breasts." She pulled the shirt out of her black belt and
undid the final two buttons. Pushing apart the loose ends of her
open shirt, she tugged her left 'B' cup downward while pulling
tit. She did the same with the other and pulled the cup down to a
more comfortable position. Next, she knelt before Richard. "Do
you like them?"

  The tan-skinned breasts were at waist level with the dumbfound
6th grader. Brown nipples were on top of them. They were spaced
far enough apart for him to see the gap in between.

  "They're... n-nice Ms. Caine," Richard stuttered.

  "I bet you're the first 12-year-old whose ever seen a woman's
breasts," Ms. Caine grinned. "You can touch them if you want."
She swayed from side to side, causing them to jiggle a bit.

  When the boy did nothing, the woman gently grasped his hand and
put it on her right nipple.

  Richard's face turned a burning crimson. He gasped when the nub
poked the palm of his hand.

  Then, she grabbed his right hand and put it on her other tit.
Palming the backs of both pudgy hands, she pressed them into her
breasts.

  The soft tits flattened into her torso. The flesh spread
beneath their hands.

  Richard's mind went numb as he felt the pillow-like feel of her
private skin. He looked at her face and met her eyes.

  Ms. Caine smiled pleasantly at him. Her gaze dropped and she
looked expectantly at something else. She eased on the grip of
his hands, allowing her breasts to form their proper shapes in
his palms.

  He followed her sight down to the flab on his belly.

  In the center of his legs, Ms. Caine saw a small bulge growing
in his pants. Like a 3D image, it seemed to extend toward her.
She watched it grow to its apparently full potential. She then
looked back at her shy student.

  "Would you mind if I just pull these down?" she asked,
caressing the sides of his sweatpants.

  Richard, who was gawking at, and touching, her breasts, barely
shook his head.

  Digging her fingers into his waistband, Ms. Caine pulled the
boy's pants down to his ankles. She did the same to his white
briefs.

  Richard's hairless dick stood at about three inches. His
pinkish sack barely hung from it.

  "Ooh, you must really like my titties," Ms. Caine cooed,
tickling the underside of her student's dick.

  "Uuhh..." Richard gasped. The tingling sensation caused him to
briefly pinch her right breast.

  "Your dick looks really cute, Richard." She leaned forward.
"May I kiss it?" She moved close enough for him to feel her warm
breath on it. "Please?"

  "Yeah..." he rasped.

  Immediately, she gave it a squeaky peck right on the helmet,
causing it to flinch.

  "Mmmm... can I have a taste of these balls, too?"

  "Uh-huh."

  With a smile, she gave the underside of his round ball sack a
quick lick before kissing each ball.

  Nervously, Richard dragged his hands along her breasts, up to
near her neck. From then, he ran his fingers down and stopped at
her nipples. The flesh felt warm on his hands.

  Ms. Caine suddenly clamped her open mouth on Richard's dick.
Her forehead bumped into his belly. Her chin was level with his
balls.

  Richard tensed up when he felt his cock surrounded by moist,
hot air. Reaching down, he pet the woman's hair.

  Drops of precum dripped onto Ms. Caine's tongue. Lifting her
tongue and brushing his helmet with its tip, she let her saliva
carry them down her throat. Looking ahead, she saw that his balls
weren't too far from her. She opened her mouth and let him out.

  With a brief glance and smile at him, she got on her knees and
went back down on him. This time, she carefully brought his nuts
closer with her hand and opened wider. The sack was a perfect
fit, so she sealed her lips on all three of Richard's jewels.

  Richard threw his head back as his teacher greedily sucked his
cock and balls. He backed against into a wall.

  Ms. Caine didn't look up. She raised both arms and pressed them
against the same wall, on either side of his torso.

  "Uhhh... uhhhhh..." Richard breathed, rubbing her shoulders.

  Ms. Caine's head twisted and turned while going back and forth
from the head of his cock, to the point where her forehead bumped
into his belly. She moaned to his amusement, as well as her
enjoyment of the taste of his musty preteen genitals. Sometimes,
she would stop sucking and give her tongue quite a workout,
flickering over and between his dick and balls.

  Eventually, a jet of semen flew into the back of her throat. It
surprised, but did not alarm her. She swallowed and resumed
sucking the 12-year-old dick and sack.

  "Uhhhh... mmmm..."

  "Mmmm," Ms. Caine purred when she tasted another spurt of cum.
Her hand went to the boy's thick hips. She pushed her face into
his crotch, ready to devour the whole thing. Like a madwoman, she
began savagely lapping all over the genitalia, making sure to
keep her tongue off his piss hole so she could gulp down whatever
he gave her. Drool escaped her mouth and dangled from her chin.

  Only his teacher's hands on his thighs and the wall behind him
kept Richard standing. If not for them, he probably would have
literally been sucked right into the mouth of the perverted woman
in front of him. He stood stiffly, pinching his teacher's
shoulders as gently as he could. His head was turned to its right
side.

  When Richard began to relax, Ms. Caine slowly pulled her head
backwards, intending to gather one final taste of him. First one,
then two balls wetly popped out of her mouth. Staring up at him
with mischief in her eyes, she let his dick slide from between
her lips and droop on his saliva-covered sack. With a smile, she
smacked her lips together.

  Leaning against the wall, Richard watched, with an open mouth,
his teacher button up, then tuck her shirt in.

  Ms. Caine looked down at Richard with a smile and licked her
lips. "Now, let's go outside." Sticking her arm out, she
patiently waited for him to take her hand.

  Without a word, he did, and they left the coatroom together.

