Not an Ordinary Day

Sasha Kirk sat in her little car in the middle of the normal Wednesday morning traffic jam going over her conversation with David's father for about the seventh time that morning.

David was a little pupil in her Year 3 class. He'd had a difficult eight months since the death of his mother, but in the last couple of months, Sasha had seen a marked deterioration in his behaviour, attitude, appearance and mood. She had spoken with her Head about him, and they had decided it was time to get David's father in to explain their concerns to him. Sasha never liked these conversations and knew that todays was going to be particularly difficult as there was a bereavement involved.

There was another reason why Sasha was rather nervous. She had met David's father, James, before, at another Parent's evening and she had ended up as a gibbering wreck. Even in front of James's late wife, she had been salivating over this hunk of a man. Six foot three, extremely chiselled, both face and body, she had been embarrassed how wet she had become in the short five-minute chat about David's progress.

At that time, David was one of her star pupils but following the death of David's mother, James's wife, in a tragic car crash, David had started to go rapidly downhill.

Sasha had been desperate to dress up for James's visit, put on some more revealing clothes, but with a full day of teaching after she knew her different appearance might have drawn a few comments in the staff room.

However, she had decided to put on her sexiest underwear, so that at least she knew, and you never know someone else might find out also. She had also decided to leave her shoulder length honey blonde hair down today rather than up in her usual small ponytail.

Sasha wasn't to know just how many people would find out.

Eventually the traffic thinned as it always did, and Sasha raced to the school. She had arranged the meeting for forty-five minutes before classes were due to start, so she would have plenty of time.

Drawing into the car park there were only three other vehicles present. Jackie, the Head, always arrived early, as did Harriet, the Admin Manager, and LJ the caretaker, who opened the school for everyone.

Parking in her normal spot, Sasha had just locked her car and was heading towards the main entrance as another car pulled in. It was David and his father.

Sasha quickly entered the school and signed in, asking which of the small meeting rooms Harriet had booked for her. Just then, James and David walked in and after brief introductions, Sasha asked David if he could wait in the reception area, as she directed James down the corridor to Meeting Room 3 and the end of the corridor.

It was a small sparsely equipped room, with just a small table and a couple of chairs, but it would do the job thought Sasha as she invited James to take a seat.

As she took off her own jacket and hung it behind the door, she didn't notice that the top button of her blouse popped open, revealing slightly more of her cleavage than she anticipated, but not as much as she would dearly have liked too.

As she sat down, she got her first real look at James, and it took her breath away. Gone was the chiselled good looks, dashing smile and suave clothes. Now before her was a shell of a man, unshaven, unkempt, and dressed in the tattiest tracksuit that she had ever seen.

Sasha's heart melted and she began to think she wasn't going to be able to go through with their meeting. But taking a deep breath Sasha began talking.

"Hello Mr. Jacobsen, thank you for coming in this morning to talk to us. As we explained in our letter, we are a little bit concerned about the changes we have seen in David over the last couple of months," she said, speaking softly.

James had his head bowed, but tried to reply.

"Mrs. Kirk, you do know that he lost his mother just eight months ago?" responded James quietly, not lifting his head.

"It's Ms., and yes, we are very aware of the terribly sad loss you have both suffered. And because of this, we are concerned about how you are both coping with this situation," she continued.

"Mr. Jacobsen, children can become mirrors of their parents and display characteristics and emotions that they see at home," Sasha tried to explain. "So, you see, we think David is displaying many of the emotions that you yourself are suffering, and as he is so young and is emotionally not capable of dealing with them, he is, we think, becoming psychologically damaged."

At this last statement, James quickly lifted his head to look at Sasha, but as he did, he could not help but notice the attractive cleavage that was now on display.

All James could do was groan, as a wave of sexual lust crashed over him. It had been eight months since his sexual partner had died and he was more than sexually frustrated. He began to sob.

Sasha was shocked. This was not the response she had been expecting. She leant forward to take James's hand in hers.

"Mr. Jacobsen, it's OK, we're here to help both you and David, in any way we can," she soothed.

Between his sobs James tried to explain.

"I'm so sorry Ms. Kirk. You met my Rachael, she was such a beautiful person," he sniffled, as Sasha nodded in agreement, "not just externally, but also internally. She was my soul mate....."

Then looking directly at Sasha's cleavage, he continued.

"She was also so highly sexed..... we used to fuck at least three times every day..... "

The dam had broken, and James just let it all blurt out.

"She used to come to work so we could fuck in my office at lunch time.... sometimes all she was wearing was an overcoat...... she was insatiable.... and we had such fun!" as he sobbed more.

Sasha sat there stunned. It had been some confession.

Moreover, it had got her rather turned on. She leaned further forward to try and comfort him more, without getting too familiar, she knew she had to try and keep this professional. But again the movement caused another button on her blouse to pop open.

"Mr. Jacobsen, we understand, and if we can help in anyway, please let us know. We want David to be back to his happy self, so it means we have to get you sorted out as well," she explained quietly.

James looked back at Sasha and gasped much more audibly. Sasha's lacy covered breasts were much more visible now, and James could feel his cock spring to life as carnal thoughts began to flood his mind.

Sasha couldn't help but notice the look that crossed James's face, part shock, part lust, part sadness, and then her eyes were also drawn to movement in James's tracksuit bottoms. There was a definite and substantial bulge appearing. Sasha's immediate thoughts were that James, in recollecting sexual events about his wife, had become aroused.

Sasha was suddenly very bemused, what was happening, she was beginning to lose control of the situation.

Dragging her eyes from the still expanding bulge, Sasha suddenly realised that James was not looking at her, but at her chest, and as she dropped her eyes, her mouth dropped open as she suddenly realised that a considerable amount of her womanly charms was on display.

Trying to pull her hand away from Mr. Jacobsen to fasten up her blouse, Sasha found James holding on to it more firmly.

"Oh, Mr. Jacobsen, I'm so sorry" blurted a rapidly reddening Sasha, still trying to retrieve her hand to fasten her blouse. In her haste to do so, as she lifted her left hand to try to cover her modesty, it got caught in the gaping material and caused another two buttons to pop open.

Sasha gasped, as the cool fresh air in the office bathed her now uncovered breasts, hardening her nipples instantly.

James moaned in pleasure at the first view of womanly flesh he had seen in this long period. Such was his arousal that he took Sasha's right hand that he was still holding and placed it on his burgeoning erection. Sasha gasped again.

"GOD, I must fuck you" grunted James, "been too long..... need to cum!" he growled.

Sasha's mouth was gaping open, and her eyes were on stalks. The lump in James's tracksuit bottoms was huge, and images of his naked body, with his monster cock sticking proud, flashed through her brain.

"Bloody Hell!" she yelped, "you're so fucking big! No wonder your wife was insatiable!" she blurted out, her professionalism rapidly disappearing.

Keeping Sasha's hand on his cock, James placed his other hand behind her head and drew her forward for a kiss, mashing their lips together as he tried to force his tongue into her mouth. Momentarily, Sasha came to her senses and tried to resist, but the throbbing bulge in her hand was too magnetic. It was several weeks since she too had been fucked, but she'd never had the pleasure, or pain, of a cock like James's.

Soon their tongues were wrestling each other, and Sasha began to wrestle with James's bottoms, trying to drag them down his thighs and release his steely rod.

James stood to help her, dragging Sasha to her feet as well, before he buried his face in her cleavage, biting the soft flesh.

As James's cock filled Sasha's hands, she could feel the slimy precum coating them and she eagerly slid her hands over his cock lubricating it for its forthcoming trip.

Urgency to get relief caused James to push Sasha back against the edge of the table. As she rocked back, James reached down, grabbed the bottom of her mid-thigh skirt, and yanked it up past her waist exposing her creamy flesh framed by her elasticated stocking tops and her lacy g-string.

James bent his knees, and Sasha, in one quick movement, yanked aside the gusset of her knickers and positioned the bulbous head of his cock in her very juicy slot.

Feeling the head of his cock engage, like a rampant bull, he shoved his cock home, burying at least half of it with the first thrust. Sasha screamed in pain and pleasure as if she had lost her virginity for a second time, then realising that they might be heard, she rammed her fist in her mouth to stifle any further animalistic cries.

His second thrust buried his cock into the hilt, and he paused, hugging Sasha, as he savoured the amazing silky tightness that squashed his impatient penis. Then slowly, he began to ease back and forward, each movement eliciting an 'oooh' and 'aaah' from Sasha. Then James picked up speed and they turned into grunts as his cock and balls slapped home.

So frantic was James's need to unload that in less than a minute he could feel an electric tingle start in his feet and rush up his legs towards his balls. The thought never crossed his mind to pull out or ask Sasha if it was OK to deposit his pent-up gallons of spunk in her pussy. He was on a single blinkered track.

But, so was Sasha, she too was rushing towards her own reckless orgasm, feeling stretched like never before and being pummelled in places that had never been touched. And she beat him too it. Biting down onto her knuckles, her hips bucked violently as her pussy began to spasm, crushing James's cock as he suddenly began to spew blast after blast of hot thick cream deep into her pussy.

Burying his head in her shoulder, James sobbed in relief as his cock began to soften then slid out of Sasha's pussy, her pussy lips grasping to hold on to his pleasure rod. Sasha could feel his spunk oozing out of her pussy and sliding down towards the crack of her ass and she knew she was going to have to tidy up somewhat before she faced her class.

James slumped down into his seat, pulling up his tracksuit bottoms and hiding his cock from Sasha's view, much to her disappointment.

"I'm so sorry!" he mumbled, unable to look at Sasha.

"Please don't! That was amazing! I've never been fucked like that before!" Sasha pleaded, "I said we wanted to help in any way we could," she was grinning broadly now.

"And if that's what it takes.... then....." she continued, as she dipped a finger into the goo still oozing from her abused pussy then licking it from her finger.

"So Mr. Jacobsen, I reckon you need a good regular fucking. Then you might be a bit happier, and then David will be happier too. It's a 'win -- win' situation," suggested Sasha, as she pulled the gusset of her panties back to cover her pouting pussy lips.

James looked up at her and smiled. His whole demeanour appeared to have changed, and a huge weight had fallen from his shoulders.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kirk," he whispered.

"It's Ms." Sasha replied smiling, as she rose from the table and took his hand to show him to the door.

Turning, she noticed a little pool of fluid on the table, and she returned to wipe it with her fingers and then lick them clean.

"Mmmmmm.... What a nice way to start the day," she giggled, as she left the room and walked back to the reception.

James and David were standing there, but this time James was smiling as he knelt to tell David that all would be OK from now on.

As Sasha shook James's hand, and he left the building Harriet called her over.

"Are you remembering that you have the Art Student with you this morning?" Harriet quizzed.

A look of bewilderment crossed Sasha face. Fuck, she had forgotten about him. He was thinking about doing an Education Degree when he finished his Art Degree but wanted experience before making that decision.

"What's his name again?" queried Sasha.

"Raymond Wilkinson," came the response that Sasha acknowledged.

Turning away Sasha thought to herself.

"Fuck, just what I need a spotty art nerd, and I'm smelling of sex! Brilliant!"

***

Two hours later, and Sasha was spending another exciting period trying to get her pupils to understand their multiplication tables, when there was a quiet knock on the door. Before she could answer, the door quietly opened and in walked a very assured, confident and attractive young man. Standing almost six foot tall with shoulder length wavy black hair and very smartly, but casually, dressed was Raymond Wilkinson, he was Sasha's spotty art nerd.

Certainly, he was carrying a large black portfolio under one arm, but he was not your epitome of an art student. Sasha was momentarily speechless. As were many of her class who also stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the stranger.

It was Jacob Smith, as usual, who asked the first question.

"Please Ms., who is he?"

Sasha took a few seconds to compose herself.

"Well Jacob, this will be Mr. Wilkinson. He is an art student and will be giving you an art lesson just before lunch. Children, please say hello to Mr. Wilkinson."

A chorus of voices responded causing Raymond to smile.

"Thank you children, for that warm welcome. As I will only be with you today, I would be much happier if you just called me Raymond."

Sasha had walked over to greet him as he spoke and lightly shook his hand.

"It's nearly break time Raymond, if you don't mind just taking a seat, we can have a chat when the children are out playing about what you are going to do."

Raymond took a seat in the corner, near Sasha's desk while she returned to the class. All too soon the bell went for break and twenty-two excited children rushed out of the classroom.

Sasha and Raymond spent the next fifteen minutes discussing how the next hour and a half would go. As it was a Wednesday, the class always had reading time after break, followed by a period of Creative Writing, then their Art, when Raymond would take over.

As Raymond began to explain what he wanted to do with the class, he opened his portfolio to reveal an amazing selection of futuristic Sci-fi types of paintings and drawings, this was going to be his theme for the lesson. Sasha was very impressed; he was undoubtedly a talented artist, and she was sure that the children would love their Art lesson.

Soon the bell sounded again, and twenty-two children trouped back into class and took their seats. With them all settled, Sasha then picked up a large book that was on her desk and moved out to an open area in the class where a chair had been placed.

Calling the children around her, they sat on the carpet and Sasha opened the book and began to read. As Raymond watched, he took a small sketchpad out of his portfolio and began to outline the scene in front of him. As Sasha continued to read Raymond began to move to two or three different places, where he would sit and sketch in his pad.

All too soon it was the end of the chapter, and based on what Sasha and Raymond had discussed earlier, Sasha suggested that for their creative writing piece today the children might like to think about what it might be like to live in Space. Raymond smiled as he recognised the work of a good teacher in linking their themes together, already preparing the pupils for their Art lesson. The children were so enthusiastic and were soon coming up with all sorts of amazing Space stories.

Then it was time for Raymond to take the class for his art lesson. Keeping the children sitting where they were he chatted with them about what he wanted them to do, showing them some of the futuristic pictures he had earlier shown Sasha. They were amazed and became very excited about their task. Returning to their desks, they began to sketch and colour their own fantastic futuristic scenes.

While Raymond was moving from table to table helping the children, Sasha decided to have a sneaky peek in his sketchpad just to see what Raymond had been sketching while she read to the children. As she flicked over the pages, she had to stifle her gasps of amazement and shock, as the pictures she found contained highly detailed sketches of herself, but naked and in a variety of highly erotic poses. Sasha could feel herself blushing madly and a massive tingling in her breasts and pussy as her nipples stiffened and her juices began to flow.

She looked at Raymond, but in a different light now. Most definitely not the spotty art student but an attractive strong man, Sasha began to image just what he might look like naked as well. She began to hatch a plan.

From the children's point of view the bell for lunch came all too soon, but not for Sasha as she ushered them out of the door, then quietly locking it behind them. Sashaying back across the classroom to where Raymond was tidying up the art materials, Sasha moved up behind him and slid an arm round his waist. As Raymond straightened due to the shock, Sasha whispered in his ear.

"Do you have x-ray vision, or would you rather see what I really look like under these clothes. Then your sketches would be more accurate."

Raymond could only splutter, especially as Sasha moved her hand down over a steadily growing bulge in his trousers and gave it a firm squeeze.

"I've been imagining what you might look like in all sorts of erotic poses too," she breathed.

Slowly, Raymond turned round to face Sasha who never took her hand off his burgeoning erection.

"Feels like your paintbrush is stuck in your trousers. Should I help it out?" teased Sasha, who began to unzip his trousers before he could reply.

"I'd love to see what is under these clothes" replied Raymond, "and see just what other poses we could get you in," as he began to squeeze Sasha's breasts through her blouse, the buttons again popping open as pressure was applied.

Sasha smiled as she wrapped her hand round Raymond's thick piece of meat and extricated it from his trousers.

"Well, what are you waiting for!" she purred, as she dropped to her knees and swallowed half of his seven inches.

However, Raymond didn't want his cock buried in Sasha's mouth, however fantastic her tongue felt, as she swirled it around the head of his cock. He wanted to experience what her pussy felt like wrapped around his cock. Taking a handful of hair in each hand, he lifted her back to her feet, a sigh of disappointment escaping her lips, as she had to relinquish her mouthful of hard cock.

Raymond pushed her back against the tables he had been tidying and forced Sasha to lie back on them, her legs hanging off the side, but she propped herself up on her elbows as Raymond yanked up her short skirt to reveal her cum stained thong. But Raymond didn't seem to notice, or didn't care as he too yanked aside the thin piece of material and buried his face in her sopping pussy.