Kierra's School Days
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
15,092
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Kierra's School Days
A sound in the distance brought Kierra Place back to reality. Kierra had been day-dreaming. Again. She rose up and out of the desk seat she had been sitting on for the past forty minutes, straightened her skirt and pulled down her already short blouse to cover her stomach and began to leave the classroom with the rest of the students.
“Kierra,” Mr. Johnson, the eleventh grade Maths teacher stopped her from leaving the classroom with his caring and thoughtful tone, “Can I have a word with you?”
Kierra nodded and moved closer to the teacher’s desk.
“I’ve noticed that you haven’t been paying much attention in a lot of your classes lately, Kierra,” he observed.
Kierra remained quiet, embarrassed of being confronted.
“Is there something going on that you need help with?” He took off his glasses, looking genuinely concerned.
“No sir,” Kierra sighed, “I’m just a little stressed out from the workload at the moment.”
“Ah,” Mr. Johnson looked relieved, “Of course.”
Kierra felt a little pang of guilt for worrying the old man, but respected his concern. For all he knew she was a good student, always achieving good grades and reports from the teachers. She wasn’t that popular with the rest of her peers, she didn’t go out to their raging parties and was not part of the gossip that followed. Nobody expected anything bad or strange from her, she was just a typical nerd. Most students and many teachers for that matter would be shocked to discover the real reason she wasn’t paying attention in her classes lately.
Kierra walked up the second floor flight of stairs and down the corridor into a small office on the third floor. She had a meeting to attend with the Year 11 co-ordinator who also took Kierra for Science. She rapped on the glass panel with her knuckled three times and was greeted with a familiar face on the other side of the glass.
Mr. Peterson opened the door, “Hello Kierra, how are you? Come on in.”
“Thanks,” Keirra walked in and took a seat opposite Mr. Peterson’s desk. He sat down in the chair beside her.
“How are your assignments going, Kierra? Is there something I can help you with?” He asked.
“Yes,” Keirra sighed, “I am having a little trouble with coping under the stress. All I need, I think, is a bit of relief from them.”
Kierra winked at him and unfolded her crossed legs. If Mr. Peterson was to look down, which he most certainly would, he would receive a full view of Kierra’s panty less crotch. Mr. Peterson’s eyes went wide as he looked downwards. The man stood up slowly and crossed to the corner of the office where Ms. Jefferson was still marking papers.
“Rose, could I have a moment alone with Kierra?” Mr. Peterson asked urgently to the middle aged woman who now looked up. Keirra quickly closed her legs in case the woman caught a glimpse.
“She’s under a lot of stress at the moment,” Mr. Peterson explained.
“Sure,” Ms Jefferson replied gathering up her papers. She moved out of the small office and disappeared down the hall. Mr. Peterson waited until her footsteps were out of earshot and quickly locked the door.
He raced back to Keirra and threw himself onto her, kissing her parted mouth and her neck fiercely.
“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you all day,” he moaned into her neck in between kisses, “You’ve been getting me so hard, I can barely teach.”
Kierra giggled, she loved having this power over men twice her age. She reached down and lightly touched Mr. Peterson’s erection. It was hard beneath her fingertips.
He pressed himself closer to her, aching for her to release him. Kierra didn’t like giving them what they desired straight away though. She preferred to tease…then please.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, right here, on my office floor,” Mr. Peterson mumbled, reaching up her skirt.
Kierra slowly fumbled with his zipper and released his manhood from his trousers. She rubbed the drops of pre-cum over his dick. How she loved to make men groan.
Mr. Peterson lowered both of his hands around her bottom and pushed his groin closer to her. Kierra didn’t struggle as she loved receiving the attention she didn’t get from boys her own age. Mr. Peterson pulled up her skirt so he could have a full view of her crotch. It was perfectly smooth and shaved. This turned him on immensely, his wife never shaved for him. He pulled her closer to him, rubbing his dick over the smoothness of her young, teenage pussy. Their tongues entwined and Kierra’s long dark hair became tangled as Mr. Peterson’s hand explored it as he pushed his dick harder and harder against her pussy.
Kierra pushed herself against him as he held the small of her back in place. She guided the man onto the chair he was sitting on only 10 minutes ago. She sat delicately on top of him, placing her pussy in an intriguing and teasing position just above the head of his penis.
Mr. Peterson’s hands fumbled underneath the back of Kierra’s blouse trying to find the clasp of her bra. He found none.
“Do you want me?” Kierra leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
Mr. Peterson’s hands came forward to her chest and up her blouse, massaging and rubbing her breasts he found the clasp of her bra in her cleavage. He was intrigued even more; his wife never wore a bra like this. It must be a new teen thing, he wondered.
Kierra placed Mr. Peterson’s hands on the small of her back and leaned backwards as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and discarded it on the carpeted floor. She unlatched the bra and let it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Only her red tartan skirt remained, turning Mr. Peterson on more than ever. He reached down and guided his penis to the entrance of Keirra’s tight pussy and thrust upwards.
The school bell rang; it was the end of recess. In a few minutes feet would pound down the halls with teenagers awaiting their classes. Mr. Peterson also had a class to teach.
“Fuck,” he curses and pulled out of Kierra’s heavenly tight pussy.
Kierra giggled, she had done this purposely, aware that the ten minute break both students and teachers got for recess would not be nearly enough time to fulfil Mr. Peterson’s desires. Lunch was an hour away. If she was correct, he would still be hard thinking of the sex he almost had in an hour’s time.
“Meet me on the first floor office at the start of lunchtime,” Mr. Peterson said zipping up his trousers trying to hide his hard on. Just as Kierra had predicted.
Kierra bent down in front of him to collect her bra and blouse, aware that she was showing a full view of what he almost had. She felt his hand rub her clitoris and was a tad surprised. Mr. Peterson was usually more concerned about getting to class on time than anything else. Maybe not this time, Kierra thought to herself. But indeed, she was wrong. The man quickly drew his hand away and scolded himself for giving into the temptation.
“Ok, at the start of lunch…Don’t be late.” Mr. Peterson pleaded and took off out the door and down the corridor to his Science class.
I won’t be late, Kierra thought, thinking to herself what he’d do if she didn’t show up at all.
She put her blouse back on after doing up her bra and walked out of the office to her English class where she would day-dream about the sex she was going to have in an hours time.
FIN, for now.
“Kierra,” Mr. Johnson, the eleventh grade Maths teacher stopped her from leaving the classroom with his caring and thoughtful tone, “Can I have a word with you?”
Kierra nodded and moved closer to the teacher’s desk.
“I’ve noticed that you haven’t been paying much attention in a lot of your classes lately, Kierra,” he observed.
Kierra remained quiet, embarrassed of being confronted.
“Is there something going on that you need help with?” He took off his glasses, looking genuinely concerned.
“No sir,” Kierra sighed, “I’m just a little stressed out from the workload at the moment.”
“Ah,” Mr. Johnson looked relieved, “Of course.”
Kierra felt a little pang of guilt for worrying the old man, but respected his concern. For all he knew she was a good student, always achieving good grades and reports from the teachers. She wasn’t that popular with the rest of her peers, she didn’t go out to their raging parties and was not part of the gossip that followed. Nobody expected anything bad or strange from her, she was just a typical nerd. Most students and many teachers for that matter would be shocked to discover the real reason she wasn’t paying attention in her classes lately.
Kierra walked up the second floor flight of stairs and down the corridor into a small office on the third floor. She had a meeting to attend with the Year 11 co-ordinator who also took Kierra for Science. She rapped on the glass panel with her knuckled three times and was greeted with a familiar face on the other side of the glass.
Mr. Peterson opened the door, “Hello Kierra, how are you? Come on in.”
“Thanks,” Keirra walked in and took a seat opposite Mr. Peterson’s desk. He sat down in the chair beside her.
“How are your assignments going, Kierra? Is there something I can help you with?” He asked.
“Yes,” Keirra sighed, “I am having a little trouble with coping under the stress. All I need, I think, is a bit of relief from them.”
Kierra winked at him and unfolded her crossed legs. If Mr. Peterson was to look down, which he most certainly would, he would receive a full view of Kierra’s panty less crotch. Mr. Peterson’s eyes went wide as he looked downwards. The man stood up slowly and crossed to the corner of the office where Ms. Jefferson was still marking papers.
“Rose, could I have a moment alone with Kierra?” Mr. Peterson asked urgently to the middle aged woman who now looked up. Keirra quickly closed her legs in case the woman caught a glimpse.
“She’s under a lot of stress at the moment,” Mr. Peterson explained.
“Sure,” Ms Jefferson replied gathering up her papers. She moved out of the small office and disappeared down the hall. Mr. Peterson waited until her footsteps were out of earshot and quickly locked the door.
He raced back to Keirra and threw himself onto her, kissing her parted mouth and her neck fiercely.
“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you all day,” he moaned into her neck in between kisses, “You’ve been getting me so hard, I can barely teach.”
Kierra giggled, she loved having this power over men twice her age. She reached down and lightly touched Mr. Peterson’s erection. It was hard beneath her fingertips.
He pressed himself closer to her, aching for her to release him. Kierra didn’t like giving them what they desired straight away though. She preferred to tease…then please.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, right here, on my office floor,” Mr. Peterson mumbled, reaching up her skirt.
Kierra slowly fumbled with his zipper and released his manhood from his trousers. She rubbed the drops of pre-cum over his dick. How she loved to make men groan.
Mr. Peterson lowered both of his hands around her bottom and pushed his groin closer to her. Kierra didn’t struggle as she loved receiving the attention she didn’t get from boys her own age. Mr. Peterson pulled up her skirt so he could have a full view of her crotch. It was perfectly smooth and shaved. This turned him on immensely, his wife never shaved for him. He pulled her closer to him, rubbing his dick over the smoothness of her young, teenage pussy. Their tongues entwined and Kierra’s long dark hair became tangled as Mr. Peterson’s hand explored it as he pushed his dick harder and harder against her pussy.
Kierra pushed herself against him as he held the small of her back in place. She guided the man onto the chair he was sitting on only 10 minutes ago. She sat delicately on top of him, placing her pussy in an intriguing and teasing position just above the head of his penis.
Mr. Peterson’s hands fumbled underneath the back of Kierra’s blouse trying to find the clasp of her bra. He found none.
“Do you want me?” Kierra leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
Mr. Peterson’s hands came forward to her chest and up her blouse, massaging and rubbing her breasts he found the clasp of her bra in her cleavage. He was intrigued even more; his wife never wore a bra like this. It must be a new teen thing, he wondered.
Kierra placed Mr. Peterson’s hands on the small of her back and leaned backwards as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and discarded it on the carpeted floor. She unlatched the bra and let it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Only her red tartan skirt remained, turning Mr. Peterson on more than ever. He reached down and guided his penis to the entrance of Keirra’s tight pussy and thrust upwards.
The school bell rang; it was the end of recess. In a few minutes feet would pound down the halls with teenagers awaiting their classes. Mr. Peterson also had a class to teach.
“Fuck,” he curses and pulled out of Kierra’s heavenly tight pussy.
Kierra giggled, she had done this purposely, aware that the ten minute break both students and teachers got for recess would not be nearly enough time to fulfil Mr. Peterson’s desires. Lunch was an hour away. If she was correct, he would still be hard thinking of the sex he almost had in an hour’s time.
“Meet me on the first floor office at the start of lunchtime,” Mr. Peterson said zipping up his trousers trying to hide his hard on. Just as Kierra had predicted.
Kierra bent down in front of him to collect her bra and blouse, aware that she was showing a full view of what he almost had. She felt his hand rub her clitoris and was a tad surprised. Mr. Peterson was usually more concerned about getting to class on time than anything else. Maybe not this time, Kierra thought to herself. But indeed, she was wrong. The man quickly drew his hand away and scolded himself for giving into the temptation.
“Ok, at the start of lunch…Don’t be late.” Mr. Peterson pleaded and took off out the door and down the corridor to his Science class.
I won’t be late, Kierra thought, thinking to herself what he’d do if she didn’t show up at all.
She put her blouse back on after doing up her bra and walked out of the office to her English class where she would day-dream about the sex she was going to have in an hours time.
FIN, for now.