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It was the second week of summer vacation and Rick Thomas had finally wrapped up his football inventories. It was "donated" time and Rick was in a somewhat resentful mood about it all as he walked down the deserted school hallway towards the parking lot. Having been a science teacher and varsity football coach in Deerfield for some twenty years, he certainly wasn't surprised at how much time he put in above and beyond the call of duty. At that precise moment of reflection, he heard a loud crash coming from the "Family Living Center". The clattering noise was followed up by none to uncertain "damn." Running into the kitchen classroom, he found Family Living teacher Betty Hjelmstadt sprawled on the floor amongst the pots and pans. "You ok, Betty?" he asked, extending a hand to help the strawberry blonde up. "Yeah, I'm all right, Rick. The damn cupboard shelf collapsed, then me and everything on it came down together. Of course, we get paid so well for this inventory shit, what's falling off a ladder?" Cursing was not part of the image that Mrs. Hjelmstadt usually projected. "Maybe she hit herself on the head," he thought. While Rick was not given towards stereotyping in general, the Happy Homemaker image seemed to cling to many of the women whose classrooms were combined with kitchens. If anyone needed a pointer or two in proper decorum, Betty was the woman to see. Not that she was frumpy. Rick had always viewed her from a distance as wholesomely sexy. About 5 ft. 7 inches, she appeared to be about 140 pounds. Not by any means overweight, the 44 year old just had enough extra in certain key areas to give her that comfortable Mother Earth look. Rick was not exactly a model husband. He had had relationships with several women on the staff and in the community. His rationale, if it could be called that, was that in every case the women had approached him first. Perhaps it was the sweat on the upper lip of the prim and proper Mrs. Hjelmstadt. Maybe the fact she was always wearing dresses rather than slacks when he had seen her before. Now that she was clad in shorts and a tee shirt, he couldn't help but notice her delectable thighs, calves and ample breasts. "I couldn't agree more and since I've finished my 'volunteer work' for the week, how about joining me for a beer over at Woodside? It's too hot in here anyway and you need a break." Astonishingly, in a small voice, she said "ok." Woodside was a small community with a single bar and grill, back in the sticks and far enough from any prying eyes in much larger Deerfield. Tucked into a dark corner of the nearly deserted bar, the two teachers enjoyed their beers and rehashed the school year. After a little protesting Betty had agreed to a third beer and seemed to be acting just a little on the giggly side. Rick had turned the conversation to what he had discovered was a jointly shared mutual hobby: growing native wildflowers. "So you actually found an orchis?" she was saying. "Hundreds along Wakita Creek. I even managed to liberate a couple, although I know that's a no-no," he confided. "Would you like to see them? It's less than two miles from here." For the first time, Betty seemed to hesitate, until he added, "It's on the way back to town and will only take a few minutes." She finally nodded her consent. They paid their tab and headed to their cars. After a short drive, the two arrived at the parking area near the creek. He led her down a narrow trail for about five minutes until they finally reached a glen covered with beautiful mauve and white flowers bordering a wide, slow-moving stream. "Oh Rick, it's just stunning," she exclaimed. Rick dropped down onto the bank of the stream. Taking his sneakers off, he dangled his feet in the crystal clear water. He motioned for her to follow his example. "I thought you would like it here," he ventured, smiling. Betty sat down nearby, taking off her shoes and followed his example. She had long ago decided she liked this guy. Rick was not a typical jock. He had demonstrated a wide range of interests over the years. He was famous for playing the piano at all the staff bashes, was the local gardening expert and had a reputation as the outdoorsy type. In a town noted for gossip, his name was never mentioned. That was a plus in Betty's eyes. He was trustworthy. At that moment, Mr. Trustworthy was making idle conversation about the fine fishing to be found in the stream running below them, while his was focus on the slight and gentle curve of Mrs. Hjelmstadt's stomach. The soft, pure whiteness of her inner thighs. The well-rounded sway of her breasts beneath the school logo tee shirt. During these thoughts, he decided the Happy Homemaker was going to be fucked here and now. He decided to break the spell of business as usual. It was Rick's longstanding theory that a touch was necessary to let a woman know a man was seriously interested in her body. "Yikes!" he said, quickly pulling his feet from the water. "Something was nibbling my little toe. I'm really ticklish." "You're just chicken! There might be a big snapping turtle down there," she said laughing. "So you're not ticklish?" he retorted, as she pulled her feet out of the water. "Let's see about that." Grabbing her ankle, he pulled her towards him, while tickling the bottom of her foot. She screamed and rolled over, twisting as she tried to get away. Loosing her foot, he switched to her neck where she was equally vulnerable. They kept it up, a wild struggle, until she breathlessly begged him to stop. Laughing, but consenting to her request, he found himself laying half astride her body. Flat on her back, trying to catch her breath, Betty looked up into the eyes of her married teaching colleague. The smile disappeared from his face, as he slowly leaned down against her. She felt his knee between her legs. His right hand had reached behind her neck to raise her head just slightly. She was about to be kissed by someone other than her husband for the first time in over 20 years. She started to say something when his lips smothered the words before they could come out. His tongue entered her mouth at the same time, exploring tentatively, sending a shock of electricity throughout her entire body. When he finally stopped, he appeared to be just observing her reaction. It was as if she was stunned speechless and then she heard him say something about her being incredibly sexy. "Oh Rick, we can't do this," she said as a wave of guilt washed over her. "It's my fault. We should never have come here." "You're right Betty, we shouldn't have, but we're here now," he said agreeably, while he leaned down and kissed her again. It was all happening too fast, Betty thought, but when he reached under her shirt and slipped his hand inside her bra, squeezing her breast and thumbing her nipple, she couldn't help but moan. A shockwave of sensuality rolled over her. It was as if he were encompassing her entire being and her cries only seemed to inspire him all the more. Pushing her tee shirt up, he quickly unhooked her bra, exposing her creamy mounds with their pinkish-brown nipples. With tender, sucking attention, he quickly had the nubbins firmly erect. Betty kept shaking her head from side to side, but was unable to evade his hungry kisses, and at the same time, responding with uncoordinated thrusts of her hips. Angry images of her husband flashed by as she felt him unbutton her shorts and slip his hand inside her panties. The back of his hand began brushing against her labia. She responded by moaning with an overarching passion. Turning the back of his hand from the downy softness of Betty's pubic hair, Rick quickly began working his fingers into her moist heat. As he found her little button, it quickly presented itself to his ministrations. She began to protest again. He knew this was the time for forceful action, believing that his best approach was to give her no respite. He intended to overwhelm her feelings, before logic and her innate conservatism could intervene. With that thought in mind, he rose to a kneeling position and quickly stripped her panties off. Then, placing both arms under her knees, lifting her thighs back against her chest, he leaned forward and began kissing her inner thighs. When he finally began working his tongue into her vagina, her last reserves of caution collapsed. Having told countless students that sexual intercourse outside marriage was a very bad idea, Betty now knew she was lost. The overpowering sensuality brought on by Rick's tongue swirling about inside her wet and overheated pussy was more than she could resist. When he finally knelt up again and lowered his jeans and shorts to reveal a large and fiercely erect cock, parting and raising her legs seemed like the only option. He began stroking her nether lips with the purplish red glans and she tried to help by opening herself with her fingers, exposing the moistness he had created. He thought the Home Ec. teacher was whimpering but then realized she was trying to tell him something. "Speak up, Betty," he urged, noticing the tears filling her eyes. "Fuck me. Fuck me now, Rick." He penetrated her in one smooth thrust. He held at the deepest point and watched her soft strawberry blonde curls flop from side to side. It was almost as if the wings of a butterfly were pinned to a board, making their final flutters. When she was able finally able to focus her thoughts and her eyes, she saw him staring intently at her. She felt completely under his will and at that moment she wouldn't have it any other way. Almost as if she were watching him from a distance away, there was no real surprise when he reached into his shirt pocket and took out his cell phone. "Here," he said handing her the phone. "You need to call your husband and tell him you'll be late." Her hands shaking, she quickly dialed her home number. He husband answered, and barely able to talk in a normal voice, she explained she was late finishing up her end of the year chores. He started rattling on about something that had happened at his office. Betty tried to focus on the conversation, but it was very difficult with her lover making long penetrating thrusts. Almost of their own volition, her hips responded in rhythm with each of his penetrations. Betty's shortness of breath soon became apparent to her husband. When he asked what the problem was, she answered that her asthma was kicking up. "Well, then, I'll get supper started," he suggested. "When will you be home?" At the exact instant of that innocent query, Rick chose to begin inserting his index finger into her anal opening. Excited almost beyond any measure of control, she managed to cry out, "I'm cumming now!" With that promise, she clicked off the cell phone and dropped it to the ground. Rick began to make a twirling motion with his finger and he sensed this was the moment for her as she raised and held her legs in a widespread V. At the same time, her hands grasped his buttocks holding him tight against her. His cock began jerking inside her and she felt a flood of his semen pour into her clasping channel. Out of nowhere, he heard her whisper, "I love you. I love you." |
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