Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2021 19:09:18 +0000 From: Kyle Subject: Our Middle School Teacher hi nifty! thanks for all you do!!! PART 01: THIS IS A STORY. ITS FAKE. ITS FANTASY. Our Middle School Teacher -- [PART 01] [W/m, m/m, f/m] if you enjoy this please email thatskyle@protonmail.com ill probably do 1-2 more episodes. When I was a college student, I did work study. It was an expensive school, and there weren't many jobs in NYC that would take a part time student. Work study meant the University found me a job, and though the pay sucked, having one at all was a plus. My name is Kyle, and at the time this story takes place, I was 19. I was skinny, tall, but not athletic. I mostly spent my time skateboarding with the rando's around stairways in front of banks and museums. My sexuality was loose; I was open to anything, and with my cut 8" dick, there were a lot of people to teach me. But no one taught me quite like Miss Sandy. The work study job was a teacher's assistant. This would take place in a public middle school in Hell's Kitchen. The area was fairly ritzy, but the school itself was mixed--the locals mostly used private schools, I quickly learned. It was a true NYC melting pot of middle class white kids, working class black and latino kids, kids of Europeans and South Americans living in NYC for mid-level office jobs...everything you can think of. And when I first walked into the classroom, in front of this hodge-podge of faces, was Miss Sandy. I'd imagined a sort of beautiful, lithe, Disney-fied version of the teacher I'd be assisting, but quickly brushed it away as fantasy, and instead decided I'd get some squat, cranky, chain-smoking, hardass; grumbling at the kids and throwing erasers. Miss Sandy was the precise opposite: tall (as tall as me!), thin, beautiful. Nordic, glowing, with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her voice was like cotton candy, and she was always smiling. She looked like she could hold a finger out and songbird would land there. The kids (age 13-14) adored her. Even the ones who quickly revealed themselves to be terrors would soften their edge around her. I walked into the classroom and she was sitting before them, reading, like Venus emerging from the deep. They sat enraptured, hanging on every word. My first day was lovely. I learned everyone's name, helped them with reading, cleaned up, and hung out with Miss Sandy a bit. While we sat chatting at the end of the day, the principle stopped in. He was a short, bald, odd little guy...he looked ex-military, or at least looked like a bore and a square. His manner was brief, but polite. And so while I was walking home at the end of the day, I was feeling pretty good. Work sucks, I wasn't a huge fan of kids, but Miss Sandy was a joy. I suddenly patted my pocket, and realized I'd left my phone plugged in back at the classroom. I stopped, turned back, and began the strangest day of my life. When I got back to the school, it was cleared out. I'd already stayed late chatting with the teachers, and so it was very much closing time when I re-entered the building. And yet, I heard people in Miss Sandy's classroom. Things sounded...odd. I approached with caution, though I didn't know why or what I was afraid of. I looked through the window in the door. On the floor was Miss Sandy, naked. She looked even better than I'd have imagined (and I did). Her stomach was flat, her breasts were large, but without any sag. Her nipples were peach-toned and perfect. She was laying on a yoga mat, while one of the students, Manny, was between her legs. He was a cute, tallish Dominican kid, goofy, athletic, and naked too; his little butt moving back and forth, fucking her. Her expression was serene, and mildly ecstatic; she held her breast in one hand, gentle massaging it, while steadying her body with the other, lying slightly to the side. I realized she was in this position so the other kids could see: a couple boys and a couple girls. The were gathered in a vague semicircle, in different places and positions. The boys were slowly rubbing their cocks, and were all different degrees of hard. One girl stood watching, while the other was sitting on one of the school's desks, rubbing her little pussy with what looked to be a vibrator. Everyone had a bit of pubic hair, though some looked like they'd shaved it. There was more going on in the room, and in a trance, I slowly walked in to see the rest. As I entered, on my left, was the principle. He was fully dressed, but had taken his cock out of his dress pants, and was jacking off. He was holding a cam corder, smiling gently, closing his eyes briefly from time to time, enjoying his stroking and the scene in front of him. On the right was Angela, another girl from class, sitting on the teacher's desk with her legs wide open, fucking herself with a black dildo. I distinctly remembered her-- she acted and dressed older than the other kids. She looked older too--taller, bigger tits, bigger attitude. But she too was 13 or 14. "God, Miss Sandy, you look so sexy," she said. "Thanks Angie. Manny looks pretty good himself, doesn't he?" Angie sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. "Manny always think he look good." The kids giggled. Not all of them were there, but this group seemed very at ease. Sandy looked to her side and said, "Caleb. Why don't you come over here, and take the rest of your clothes off." There was a chubby boy sitting on another desk, watching, but in his white briefs and a shirt. He smiled, shyly, and walked over. He stood right by his teacher, and stopped. "You can do whatever you want Caleb, but we'd love if you'd show us your body. It looks so nice." The kids agreed as a group, and gave him some verbal encouragement. Finally Caleb took off his shirt and peeled off his boxers. His prick was 5", smooth, uncut, and very hard. He had a soft body, pale and with rolls, but his cock was a little hammer. "Wow, what an amazing cock," she said in a gentle whisper. "Look at this cock guys!" The kids clapped and laughed. "C'mere Caleb, join us." Caleb walked over, and Sandy took his cock in her mouth and started sucking. She pulled his foreskin back and got the whole thing down her throat. Then she pulled the boys cock out again and said, "You can fuck me harder Manny, its ok." "Miss Sandy, I'm actually getting a bit tired." "Do you want to cum, Manny?" "Can I take a break and do it again?" She giggled. "Of course, Manny. Cynthia, do you want to taste my pussy? Have we ever tried that?" A small asian girl in pigtails hurried over. I remembered her too; we'd gotten along great. She seemed high energy, and was grinning. "No Miss Sandy let's DO it!" "Wow, take a chill pill Cynth." said Angie. She'd stopped fucking herself on the desk and was getting on all fours. Sandy took Caleb's cock out again, chuckled and said, "What do we say, guys? Enthusiasm is good! Especially when you fuck. No making fun." She licked Caleb's smooth little balls like an ice cream cone. Then she looked at Angie. "You doing doggie over there?" "I dunno. I like being in this position. Feels sexy. Naked with my ass in the air." "You look really sexy like that, Angie. Doesn't she look sexy guys? Why don't--" She noticed me. Everyone noticed me. I stood there frozen. There was a moment, frozen in amber, when I felt like running, I felt like diving into Sandy's pussy and tongue fucking her, I felt like sucking off every boy in the room, I felt like calling the police. I was frozen. Sandy took a breath, paused, then said, "Why don't you pair up with Kyle, Angie? Judging from his erection, I think he could use some help." Angie smirked. "C'mere Mr. Kyle. Fuck my pussy." Cynthia, still trying to contain her excitement, said, "Mr. Kyle is here!! Mr. Kyle, fuck Angie, and I'm gonna do dirty talk." She waddled over to Angie, ass up on the desk. Running was hard because she was in socks and otherwise naked. She almost slipped. She positioned herself at Angie's perfect ass and said, "Fuck her slutty little teenage pussy, Mr. Kyle." I stayed frozen. Finally Miss Sandy said, "One sec, gang." She got up, and walked over to me. Then she did something that I had been fantasizing about as soon as I saw her: she took my hand, put it on her naked breast, and kissed me. Slow, with tongue. I tasted Caleb's little cock and balls. I wanted more. She leaned over and whispered: "Join us, Kyle. Fuck my students. Have fun with me and the kids."