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It was raining outside in a late thunderstorm in October. The heavy pregnant drops of water made a dull splattering sound on the double paned glass of the classroom window. It was ten minutes after the final bell had rung. Al the children had left her end of the school. Ashley let her hair down. She walked to her desk at the back of the classroom while running her fingers through her medium legnth brown hair. Pausing for a moment, Ashley gazed out through the distorted glass into the strangely dark streets. An occasional burst of lightning lit up the sky revealing the dangerous layers and curved turmoil in the thunderhead. The low resounding thunder vibrated her to the core, sending shivers up her spine as there was a knock at the locked door at the same exact moment.

Briskly Ashely tucked her hair behind her ear and strode confidantly to unlock the door. Curious as to who it might be, she quickly swung the door open. Her breath caught a little in her throat, it was Gregory from one of her classes. He was a forward on the school football team and an ace in her math class. His tall broad shoulders hunched over and his mop of golden blond hair drooped down as he stared at his shuffling feet. Ashley's heart jumped in it's rythem.

"Hi Miss.Whateverpenissaslastnameis." he said in his cracking adolescent voice. "I missed the bus. I was wondering if I could use your phone?" His face was red with embarassment. Everyone knew he had a crush on this spunky little teacher. What he didn't know was that the feeling was mutual.

"Sure," Ashley said, "come on in." She ushered the muscular boy into her room and closed the door behind them. "Make sure to dial nine for an outside call." Gregory sat in her chair and Ashley couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing his tight little butt sit where her tight little cootch was always pressed made her too hot to handle. She spread her arms out and wiped all the items off her desk. There was a confetti of math tests fluttering to the ground as Ashley slid herself luxuriously onto the veneer surface. Gregory sat motionless, stareing at the banquet she was laying out before him, his hand hovering excitedly over the phone dial. Ashley slid the reciever out of his hand and ran her tongue over it before replacing it in it's cradle. Gregory's arms fell to the armrests at his sides. Ashley rolled onto her bottom and slid to the edge of the desk, her legs straddling his lap, hovering just inches above his jock strap - balanced perfectly on the corner of her desk.

Ashley leaned her head in towards his, brushing his cheek with her lips. She ran her tongue along his ear and whispered, "I want you to take me," in a husky murmur. Gregory didn't move or say anything so she pulled his mouth to hers and dropped onto his lap, the only thing binding her throbbing, needy vagina was her underwear as she had lifted up her skirt. The instant she dropped on him it seemed to shake him out of his shocked paralysis.

"This is so fucked up!" Gregory exclaimed, standing up suddenly and almost knocking Ashley to the floor. He could smell her cunt's fishy odor and tentitively checked the front of his football uniform pants to see if she'd squirted on him or something.

"Shit!" Ashley was at a loss. Whenever she did this to the other kids they always played along! Gregory was almost out of her reach, headed to the door. He grabbed the handle but she had luckilly had the forsight to lock it. Ashley grabbed her heavy-duty stapler. "Get back here, Gregory," she warned. "Step away from the door and give me some hot dickings."

"Fuck!" Gregory scrambled with the doorknob, violantly trying to escape. Ashley had no choice. She hurled the stapler at Gregory. It made a sickening thud as it collided with his temple. He went down like a rock.

"That's just fucking FINE." Ashley picked up the stapler. "What am I supposed to tell the damn football coach?" She raised the stapler in her arm and brought it down in a crushing blow on Gregory's skull again. Methodically, almost mechanically, she repeated her action, smashing, smashing, smashing at the beautiful boy's mushy head.