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Below is a work of fiction, all characters are fictitious, and all events
are fictitious. This story should not be read by anybody who is easily
offended or below legal age.





Although Caroline Skewes never really thought about her job as fun, she
went in and out of it day after day. Caroline is a teacher in a private
Boys school in Australia. It is very exclusive, and the other teachers very
proper. Her style of dress is very border line in the code of the school.
Short skirt are disapproved of, as they distract growing boys from their
studies. So instead she wears short dresses, without the satanic influence
of stockings. The average age of the teacher at Saints, the school, is
about 50, she is only 35. Overall the school is just about as dull for
students as it is for teachers. She does nothing to help this though, her
classes are as boring as the rest of them. The only thing that gives her
pleasure is her love for fitness, and athletics. As soon as she started
coaching the athletics she became head of it, and was soon the only coach
out there. She was happy that nobody else was out there with her, just the
boys. Because she was head she got the best people, the most fittest, who
only really needed timing and supervision. The other thing she like about
her solitude was the fact she didn't have to wear a stupid pair of running
shorts anymore. She could wear her bike pants, and her bra-top, and nobody
could stop her. Anyway no good looking fit boy was going to hit on her,
she's 35 after all.

"I wouldn't mind fucking her!" Said one boy.
"I bet she's got one tight cunt!" Said another.
They stood there stretching their muscles. Admiring Ms Skewes's trim body
as she slowly jogged around the pitch.

"I wouldn't object though." She thought.
She past the finish line, and started her second lap.
"I haven't been cocked for months."
Sweat, and fitness always brought it out of her, she only fantasied while
sweating. By the time she got around to the boys, she had a moist cunt, and
swollen nipples. She stopped, and started to stretch her body. As she
stretched her inner thighs she placed her index fingers on her mound. Her
red panties were just visible through the white shorts, and her nipples
were quite visible. The boys in front of her sat down to rest the loose
muscle. Ryan sat down cross legged in front of her. Ms Skewes looked down
at him He was wearing loose blue shorts which were quite short, and satin
boxers shorts. She looked down the shorts to the colourful pattern of the
boxers. Ryan's large erection was down the other leg, and it's head was
sticking out. Ryan was probably the best looking out of all of them. He had
a thin face, with wide cheek bones, he had short spiked brown-orange hair.
He was covered in thin muscle except for his ass, and pectorals, which were
very tight and hard.

Ryan was a middle distance runner, over 400 and 800 meters he was very
good. Ryan got up, and walked to the starting line. He limbered up and got
ready for Ms Skewes to time him. She walked up behind him.

"Okay, when ever your ready."

Ryan took off on his sprint around the oval, 100 out and he was starting to
strain, 200 out he was starting to burn, 100 to go and he was in agony. At
the end he sprinted over the line at the exact pace he started. His muscles
were burning, his breathing was painful, and his heart was straining. But
he felt great. He was in heaven, he was horny, he needed to fuck her. He
didn't even want to know his time, but he was told that is was a school-boy
record he doubled up in pleasure. He pulled off his shirt, and fell back
onto the ground. He thought he heard her walk away.

"God, I that felt good" he said.

Ms Skewes, who hadn't walked away heard this, and felt the blood rush to
her loins. She thought it was directed to her so she walked up to him, and
leaned close.

"It did didn't it." she replied to a question she wasn't asked.

Ryan looked up at the object of his desire. She was bend right over him,
and he was busy looking at her firm breasts. They weren't that big, but
they were firm, and the nipples hard. The record made them both happy. It
was a very good time. He push himself hard and he couldn't be bothered
doing anything else. He decide to spend the rest of practise in the weights
shed next to the finish line. he started on the bench press. It was his
least favourite weight. He was taught that if you don't like something then
you should do it all the time until your use to it. Ryan had good
coordination, he could cycle the weight while still thinking of some thing
completely different. At the moment he was thinking of the sweating
cleavage he had seen just before. He imagined running his tongue all over
her breasts. Squeezing them together, and licking the salty nipples. He
started pushing himself harder, as he thought about peeling off those tight
white bike pants that crawl up her crack. He thought about savouring the
look of her sweating body with nothing on other than a pair of white
panties. then seeing her pull them off, down her shapely legs. He imagined
her running naked, her breasts bouncing up and down, side to side. Seeing
each of her muscles straining as she neared the finish line. Finally her
chest would burst through the ribbon cutting it. She would slow and start
screaming, as if reaching orgasm. Her cunt would be flowing with juice, and
her fingers would be at her nipples.

Caroline Skewes stood two meters to his side. She looked down at the sweaty
teenager, and at his hard cock through the shorts. She was thankful that he
didn't look up. She imagined her walking up to him right now, and grabbing
his cock through his shorts. He would stop, and smile. Slowly, erotically
she would peel off her tight shorts. Her unsuitable red lace panties would
follow. She would then straddle him, and slowly fuck him until she fell
asleep around him. She was faced with a dilemma, she was not that bold, but
she needed to fuck him. No matter what anybody thought, as long it was
consentual, and he wanted her as well. She decided to take the indirect
approach. She would do nothing. Every body had left, as it was past five.
she pulled off her bike pants, and put on her short orange skirt she wore
to class. She then pulled off her sports bra. She then bent over and
rummaged through her bag for her bra. At that moment the door swung open.
Ms Skewes shot up in a hurry.

"See ya Ms Sk..holy shit....I'm sorry." He stated. He started walking away,
as his stomach hit the floor, and his cock hit his chin.

"Don't be embarrassed Ryan." She yelled out in a half attempt to make him
come back.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. She spat out under her breath. She was
driving home after the practise. "I can't fucking believe that I let that
pass."

    She was also pissed off because she had lost her bra. Though it wasn't
much it pissed her off anyway. She had all her old clothes on, and her legs
were itchy from the stockings. At a traffic light she pulled them off. A
stray finger brushed her cunt, send sparks through her stomach.

"Fucking hell, I could have his cock in me." As her unsatisfied cunt
yearned for release. Finally she arrived home, and she slid the car into
it's place. She entered through the door of the garage, and walked into the
laundry. She striped, and placed all her clothes in the washing machine.
She went to her room, and put on silk gown. She went out into the TV room
and jumped on to the sofa, She turned on the television, and started to
lounge in her own sorrow.

Sweat glistened on his chest as his cum spurted over onto His coach's bra.
"Fuck she's hot." he said as his contractions in his cock finished. Simon
pulled up his pants, and went to do his homework.

Ryan couldn't concentrate on anything but the picture of his naked coach in
his head. He had an English essay due tomorrow, and if he didn't do it, it
would just add to the embarrassment. He had Ms Skewes for English.

"Fuck it." he said. "One essay won't help me much."

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep. Ms Skewes woke up. She was very hungry, she hadn't
eaten last night. She was still wearing the gown that she put on last
night. it had unravelled and it exposed her breasts, and white cotton
panties. Ms Skewes went to the kitchen, she made some coffee, and toast.
She went outside and got the newspaper. When she got back inside she shed
her gown, and sat down to read the paper. As she ate and read, she could
feel the cold from the wooden chair. It ran up her body, and made her
nipples go erect. Her breasts had only she slightest crease underneath
them, they still remained high on her chest. She finished breakfast, and
went to have a shower.

She padded herself dry as she walked down the hall. She threw the towel
into a corner, and examined her closet. She found a long purple skirt to
wear. It was very tight around her ass, it was uncomfortable but it was all
she had. She looked at herself in the mirror and did a small twirl. She
noticed her panty hems in the reflection, being very considerate to her
looks she decided to change panties. A g-string would have to do. She
looked through her drawers and could not find any, except for one. It was a
nylon one. It was black, shiny, and plastic. She took her skirt off, and
put on the g-string, it crackled as she pulled it up her legs, it was cold,
but it fitted snugly into her ass crack, and around her cunt. She put the
skirt back on. She examined herself, perfect. So she slipped a black
sweater over her bare chest. She left the house, and went to work. In the
coolness of the morning air the sweater was not putting up much of a fight.
Both nipples were hard now and were visible, not the best look for an all
boys school. She opened the car door, and stood up.

"Oh, god!" she groaned..

She just felt a burst from her cunt to her nipples, hardening them still
more. She walked to the boot of her car and pulled out her Gym bag, for
after school. She had dismissed what happened last night, putting it down
to being horney, not that she wasn't now. She started walking towards the
common room. She could sense the peering eyes on the breasts, and ass it
made her happy, it made her feel like a woman. Another strange thing was
happening to her. Every time she took a step, something in the g-string was
rubbing against her clit, she had never worn these before. She entered the
common room. This was a large room, it had a table and chairs down one end,
and a few armchairs down the other end. to one side was the doors to the
toilets. Ms Skewes went straight into the women's toilets. She entered a
cubicle, and her hand went into her g-string. She found a small rubber pad,
covered in dimples, situated right in front of her clit.  She made no
attempt to remove it. It didn't worry her. She left the toilets, and start
to organise her day. She put all the books she would need for each of the
three starting lessons of the day. She then put all the training clothes in
her locker.

Her day past normally: slowly, and boringly. By lunch time she was annoyed
at her choice to keep the pad in her g-string, it had not given her one
orgasm, and it was starting to get annoying. Her nipples were constantly
hard, and they felt raw. At lunch she had to mark work that she didn't mark
last night. She looked into the diary to see what lessons she had next. She
had a free, and then year 11 English. Boring she thought.

"Oh Fuck!" she said louder than she meant to. "I've got Ryan next."

She thought of her most embarrassing moment, and then she thought of it
being times by 10. What if he had told his friends? What if he didn't turn
up? What if she can't help herself from jumping on top of him, and fucking
the shit out of him? She'd forgotten how much she wanted to fuck him. Her
lust drove back into her, like a huge cock entering her cunt. The bell
rang, so she had 40 minutes to mark the work, and to gather her thoughts.

40 minutes later Ms Skewes got up put the unmarked bundle of work into her
bag, and got up to face the object of her affection. She entered the class,
all the boys were talking, except for Ryan, sitting at the back with his
mates. He was writing hard, doing the essay she'd set two weeks ago, the
one he probably started at lunch. He was always a bad student, and the only
reason she didn't hate him was because he was great at athletics, plus he
appeared in all her fantasies.

"Please pass your essays up to the front of the class."

Ryan threw his pen down in disgust, and bundled his five scrappy pieces of
paper into a pile, and handed them forward. Out the front of the class
appeared 21 neat tidy, computer typed essays, in plastic sleeves, and one
tattered essay without a plastic sleeve. She counted them to make sure they
were all there, and after that she told the class what she expected from
she essay. Every pair of eyes met hers, except Ryan's his were fixed to the
pen on his table.

20 Minutes later the bell rang, and all the boys either went home, or went
to their trainings. Ms Skewes came out to practise, to find all her boys
doing their usual activities, Ryan was in the weighs room. The practise
finished, and Ryan had done three circuits. His mind was clouded, but all
of a sudden the clouds shifted to show the picture of Ms Skewes semi clad.
He grew horny, and decided to do what he wanted to do. He walked outside,
Ms Skewes was finishing up again, but she had not changed, she was bent
over, and white and purple jacket on. Ryan's mind slightly saw that she had
no underwear on under the bike shorts.

"Ms, I need to talk to you." he said.

She stood up.

"Yes?" She asked, "About what?"

He grabbed her, and threw her against the shed, it hurt her back.  He
pinned her to the shed, and started to kiss her, deeply. She pushed her
hair out of her eyes, and pleaded with him.

"Fuck me, Ryan, fuck me!"

He picked her up and took her into the weighs shed. He put her down next to
a massage table. They both stripped off there clothes, no foreplay
involved. Ryan laid her down on the table, he got between her legs, and
implanted his hard column into her yearning cunt. She sprung up and grabbed
onto his torso, she pulled him down, as he continued to pummel her cunt.
Her body grew energetic as she was pinned under Ryan. She grabbed Ryan, and
threw him onto the ground she followed, landing on him. She impaled her
self on his cock again. She wanted to be in control. Ryan being the person
who wanted to be in charge waited until they both came. He pushed his way
to his feet. He pulled her up by her wrist, and pushed her into a wall. Her
body was almost limp, but he started to slowly fuck her, soon life came
back to her, and they settled in for the slow pace. For ten minutes they
slowly ground each others crotch. Ms Skewes started to moan loudly. Ryan
laid down the law.

"If you don't want me to stop, you will agree with me." He said.

Ms Skewes nodded.

"From now on you can wear only short skirts. You know your orange one?"

She nodded.

"Well take an inch off that and that will be the maximum size of your skirts."

"Alright." She said "Now Just fuck me!"

"Plus, you can't wear panties."

"Okay, now fuck me."

"Alright. I'll be checking every day."

With that he started to try and demolish the wall. Thrusting into her with
all his strength. He pushed and pushed, until she threw her head back in
absolute pleasure. Ryan didn't come, but Ms Skewes slid off his cock,
sliding her back down the wall. She sat back on the wall, her legs spread,
and up against her breasts. Ryan looked down at her with power, and started
to beat his cock. He soon came, his semen flew onto Ms Skewes's face.
Ryan's knees buckled and he fell to the ground as well.

Ms Skewes was breathing heavily, and painfully. Never in her whole life had
she had just a workout. And she was fit. She felt her left breast. It was
beating like bass beat. DUMP, DUMP, DUMP. Slowly she fell to sleep. unable
to get up.

She woke up. It was dark, she was cold. She stood up, and then fell down.
She began to distrust her legs, she waited five minutes, and then tried
again. This time she stayed up. She put on her skirt, and then her jacket,
and then left.




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