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The School Marm

by Lubrican

Copyright© 2005 by Lubrican

Erotica Sex Story: Young widowed school marm Livvy gets snowed into her one room school house with a young man and set of siblings. They're going to have to huddle to keep warm - and the boys refuse to huddle with each other. As everybody knows, friction makes heat and things heat up nicely!

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   Teenagers   Consensual   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Incest   Brother   Sister   First   Petting   Pregnancy   Voyeurism   Size   .

Livvy Tyler hummed to herself as she got the room ready for school. It wasn't much of a school house, to her mind, but it was all she had. It was about halfway between the "towns" of Red Rock and Lone Elm, as neither town could afford its own school. That put the school about seven miles from each, which, in 1843 meant she had to get up in the dark, saddle her horse and ride hard to get there before her students did. All of them were from farm or ranching families, and they were used to getting up at four in the morning.

She wasn't.

But, she didn't have much choice. She'd been lucky enough to land a good husband after she finished college back east, and unlucky that he'd died within a month and a half of the fever. Now, a 22 year old widow, she had to teach school to live. It wasn't really all that bad a life, she thought to herself. She loved the lonely plains around her, and had a nice house the mayor had said she could live in. It was built of sod, but tight and cozy.

She wished the school house had been built of sod too, but the two towns coughed up enough to build a frame building, twelve by twelve feet, with a window in the west wall and a door in the north one. Three homemade tables, three chairs and two nail kegs comprised the furniture, if you didn't count the old pot bellied stove. She smiled at the horse blankets on the walls. That was the one bright spot. She'd been introduced to the local friendly Indians when she got there and had fallen in love with their weaving. She had collected, so far, eight blankets, four of which she'd brought to school to brighten the place up. It had taken the last of the few pieces of jewelry she'd owned to get them, but, then, she didn't need the jewelry anyway. There wasn't much market for a widow in these parts, except for the cowboys, and they didn't have anything to offer.

Well, nothing she was interested in, anyway. Of course they were all interested in HER. But all they wanted was to climb in the saddle and ride a while. They weren't interested in setting up house. Not to say she didn't miss her "saddle time". Before Jim had gotten sick she'd had three weeks of intense and extremely enjoyable sex with him. Then he wasted away and died and she was so devastated she had pushed all thoughts of pleasure out of her mind.

That was two years ago. She still thought about sex once in a while, but decided she didn't miss it all that much.

Unfortunately, the times she had been thinking about it lately involved one of her students.

That would be Josh Wilson, she thought to herself. At 18 he was long past school age, but as one of nine children, and the eldest, his father had dreams of him going to college back east and becoming a lawyer who could then support the rest of the family. Or at least supplement the ranch. Anyway, he was a good looking boy, strong as a bull, with an even temperament who was unfailingly polite to her and helpful with the other children. He often helped her by explaining things to them in terms they were familiar with. He taught math by asking combinations of numbers of cattle in a herd, the gestation period for a heifer, the number of cows a bull could service in a day and things like that. The first time she'd heard him talking about such things she'd started to upbraid him for being crude, but the child he was talking to "got it" so quickly she held her tongue. Now she knew the value of his techniques.

This year she had four more students. There were Rusty Powers and his sister Jean. They were both approaching the normal marriage age in these parts quickly, though neither had yet reached sixteen years. There was Timmy Spencer, who had only recently received his very first pistol and could hardly lift it, and Donna Malone, who was the Banker's daughter and held herself to be better than the others. She was somewhere around eleven or twelve.

Livvy put two more logs in the stove. It was bitterly cold, being January on the plains. About all they supplied to burn was Cottonwood logs, which burned fast, with little heat, but it was better than nothing. At least she had plenty stacked up on the north wall, just outside the door. She'd been given a buffalo coat by the store owner after she audited his books and found several discrepancies that made him some money, and now she was glad. Without that she'd have frozen in this country. She couldn't get away with wearing men's pants, which she'd learned to love during her short marriage, wearing them in the house, where no one could see her. They were easy to take off for her husband, which had been one of her favorite hobbies. Wearing proper dresses was OK in the summer, but in winter, when she had to ride in the cold and wind, it was a real problem. She'd taken to wearing a pair of her husband's leather pants under her skirts to ride to school, which she then took off and hid in the wood pile so the children wouldn't know about them. That left her naked under her skirts during school, but who would ever know?

The door to the school opened and Rusty Powers staggered in. The wind blew the door closed behind him.

"Wow, Miss Livvy, that north wind's picking up something fierce," he said as he shrugged off his quilted coat and huddled up to the stove. The door opened again and his sister jumped through. Her face was red and she had her hands stuck in each armpit, trying to warm them. "Rusty, we just GOT to talk Pa into letting us ride one of the horses to school. It's too blamed cold to walk." She too was wearing skirts and a thick quilted coat. She huddled up to the stove, elbowing her brother out of the way. A pushing match started and Livvy cut it short with a simple "Stop that, children." They did so immediately, and without comment, a testament to how highly they held her in their opinion.

There was a sound outside and the door opened again. Josh came in with a huge load of wood in his arms. The wind blew the door closed as he dumped the load on the floor next to the stove.

"Starting to snow" he said. Livvy had noticed the large fluffy flakes through the open door. "Looks like it might be a bad one." Josh went on. He too was dressed in a coat made from buffalo hide, and it made him look like a bear or something. At least from the knees up. "Must be near zero" he said. "Creek's plumb froze over."

That made Livvy think of the canteen tucked away in her saddle bags. She'd better go get it before it froze. She shrugged into her coat and started for the door. The wind hit her like a fist when she pushed the door open. Her horse was tied out back, where the wind wouldn't hit it directly. There was already snow collecting where it was blowing up against the building. She got her canteen out of the saddle bags, along with the lunch she'd packed. She was about to go back in when the wolf howled. It was close. She looked at the horse. She should take it inside, since it would be helpless out here. She'd just untied it when the wolf howled again, closer now. The horse gave a snort and jerked it's head, jerking the reins out of her hand. She lurched for them, but the horse backed away, wild eyed. The wolf called again and the horse bolted.

She stomped into the school in a foul mood. Josh was there and took the things from her hand. "I heard the horse bolt" he said. "You want me to go after it?"

"No, Josh. Thank you. It'll come back. This is the only place in ten miles where there're people. I've never heard a wolf that close, before."

"It's the cold" he said. "They get hungry in this kind of cold."

She started in the lessons, even though the other children hadn't shown up. In this weather it wasn't surprising. They were talking about history today, and she spun them a story about the Kings of old, and the Middle Ages, serfdom and what life had been like. Rusty pointed out that some things were still done that way even today and they had a pretty good discussion about it. By the time any of them thought to look outside it was already too late.

The storm had hit with a vengeance, and it was a blizzard of immense proportions. In just the two hours they had been engaged there was already over a foot and a half on the ground. It took both her and Josh to push the door open due to the snow that had piled up against it. They brought more wood inside.

"Maybe you all should go on home." Livvy said.

Rusty laughed. "My boots have holes in them. I ain't walkin' eight miles in snow that deep. My pa'll bring a sleigh for us when he sees we don't come home. Jean just lifted her skirts high enough to show bare calves and Livvy realized the snow would come way past her shoes. For that matter, Livvy wasn't going anywhere without her horse. Her pants were already buried in the snow at the end of the wood pile, and they'd be frozen stiff anyway. She looked at Josh. He just shook his head. "I can't leave you all here in this weather alone. We'll just wait for the sleigh."

But the snow didn't stop, and when the light began to fail and they went out for wood, they almost couldn't get the door closed again because of the snow clogging it. They had to shovel snow inside the school with a flat piece of firewood to get the door closed.

"Looks like we're here for the night" said Josh, like it was no big deal.

It WAS a big deal for Livvy though. Something had told her to save her lunch, and Rusty had a whole bag of jerky, so they had something to eat. There was plenty of snow to melt for water. But there wasn't enough wood to last the night. "We've got to get more wood," she said.

She and Josh went out in it. They passed logs through the open door to Rusty and he passed them to his sister. By the time they had what Livvy thought was enough, she was frozen through and caked with snow. Josh was too. The snow had gotten under their coats. When they got back inside and it inevitably thawed, they were both wet. Livvy began to shiver almost immediately. Even standing next to the stove didn't warm her, because that part of her that wasn't facing the stove was cold and wet. Jean had been around the frontier long enough to know what needed to be done.

"Miss Livvy, you have to get out of those wet clothes. You'll catch your death of pneumonia if you don't get dry and warm."

Livvy glared at her. "And just how on earth am I supposed to do that? I have no dry clothes to put on. Just build up the fire. I'll be all right."

Now Rusty chimed in. "Miss Livvy, my sister's right. You'll get pneumonia for sure if you stay wet. But we can't build up the fire. For one thing the stove won't hold a lot more, and for another we can't afford to use up all the wood. We don't know how long we're gonna be stuck here. If we run out of wood we might ALL die."

"So what am I supposed to do? Take my clothes off in front of you children? And then what? How will I ever get warm?" Her teeth were starting to chatter now.

"Miss Livvy" said Jean. "I know you came from back east, but this is the west. Out here you do what you have to, to survive, and if that means getting naked then that's what you have to do. I expect there isn't anyone here who hasn't seen what someone of the opposite sex looks like without clothes. And then we'll bundle you up anyway, so no one will see you for long."

Livvy glanced at Josh, who had a decidedly blue tinge to his face. He too was grinding his teeth to keep them from clacking together. Looking at him convinced her they might be in real trouble.

"Turn around" she ordered them firmly.

While they faced away from her Livvy undid the buttons and hooks and clasps of her dress. 'Oh my goodness, what if they see I'm not wearing any underwear?' she thought to herself in panic. "Don't any of you turn around until I tell you to." she ordered again. Rusty snickered, but she was too cold to scold him. At last she was naked. She felt exposed, even though no one was looking at her. She darted to the wall and tore down an Indian blanket. It only covered her from her knees to just above her breasts, but that was better than nothing. She scurried back to the stove, trying to get near it's warmth.

Josh was in agony. He hadn't been this cold since he fell through the ice on the fishing pond when he was 14. He hadn't wanted to say anything, because he was a man and all. But he knew he had to do something soon or he might lose some fingers and toes, if not worse. He was distracted by movement on his left and, without thinking he glanced that way. It was Miss Livvy, getting a blanket off the wall.

He forgot the cold for just a few seconds. She was beautiful! Her skin was so pale it looked ghostly white. Her breasts looked like those of a twelve or thirteen year old girl, rounded, but not bulging. The only color on them were the pink of her nipples. Between her pale legs was a thatch of pure black hair that matched that on her head. It wasn't thick and bushy, but seemed to be made up of short straight hairs that lay down against her skin as if they had been combed. She was slim and boyish in appearance, but at the same time all woman. He felt his penis twitch and forced his mind back to the cold. He couldn't afford to lose any blood from his extremities.

Livvy was still cold, particularly on the bottom of her feet, but it wasn't as bad as when she'd been wearing wet clothes. Maybe they were right. She thought about Josh, and how he had looked. "All right, now Josh, you must do the same thing. Off with those wet things and get yourself a blanket.

Josh didn't wait another minute. He started stripping down. First his shirt came off, displaying his heavily muscled chest and shoulders. Then he dropped the homespun pants. He wasn't wearing underwear.

Livvy had completely forgotten to ensure his modesty as she had demanded hers be honored. As a result, no one in the room turned away from Josh as he disrobed. Rusty didn't think a thing as Josh's adult cock sprang into view.

Not so with Livvy and Jean. Both stared openly at what made him male. Jean had seen plenty of horse and bull cocks, which is immediately what she thought of when his flopped free of his pants. For Livvy it was something more personal. The only penis she had ever seen was her husband's. She'd assumed that they were all about the same size, since men were generally about the same size as each other in other ways. Her husband's cock had fit comfortably in her hand, with a little sticking out when she grasped it. It had reached inside her and felt wonderful when he made love to her with it. It had brought her much pleasure, and she had adored it.

Now, seeing Josh's, she wondered if she had married a boy after all. She felt sudden heat in her loins as she stared at a penis that, if she had BOTH her hands around would still stick out at least three inches. And that was if she could actually GET her hands around it. It was the size of some saplings she had seen! Why, that thing could KILL a girl if he wasn't careful with it. She felt her jaw shaking and realized her mouth was hanging open and she was still shivering. The heat in her loins was welcome in one way, but she felt ashamed that it was there. He was one of her students, after all.

She turned away, but not without some difficulty, and did not look at him again until she was sure he had a blanket wrapped around him. Then she almost laughed. In order to cover his organ he had to have the blanket under his nipples. She felt better when she saw that Jean's mouth was also hanging open.

"Jean, don't stare. It isn't proper," she said automatically.

Jean snapped her mouth closed, grinned ruefully and said "I'm sorry Miss Livvy. I thought somebody had let one of the horses in here." Rusty snickered. Josh sent a glare Jean's way, but ended up smiling.

It was still cold, and night was coming on. Livvy and Josh couldn't do much except keep their blankets wrapped around them, so the others tried to hang up wet clothing in an attempt to dry it. Jean was hunting around, obviously looking for something. Livvy felt a chill go through her that wasn't from the temperature. She knew what Jean was looking for. Sure enough, Jean announced "Miss Livvy, I can't find your under things. Where did you put them?"

Livvy's face assumed a more normal coloring, which in any other weather would have been flaming red. "I ... ah ... I didn't ... have any."

Both boys turned and looked at her, and then, as if they had planned it, they looked at each other. 'Great' she thought. 'Now they think I'm some sort of hussy.

Jean was oblivious of the discomfort she was causing as she dragged a chair over by the stove and hung Livvy's sodden dress on it. "I hate em my own self. My ma tries to make me wear em. I hate being all bound up. It's uncomfortable. I go without too." She didn't notice that both boys turned and looked at her too.

Livvy tried to change the subject. "What's it look like out the window Rusty?"

He went to the window and rubbed his sleeve on it. Then again. He peered through the glass. "I can't see a thing. I thought it was too dark, but now I think it's covered with snow. Must have drifted up over the glass."

Livvy's heart sank. "What are we going to do?" she moaned. "They can't come for us in the dark. We'll have to stay here all night! How are we going to sleep? I'm still freezing. There's no bed. I can't sleep THIS way." She indicated her scantily clad body.

Rusty spoke. "We'll just have to sleep Indian style." He said it like that explained everything.

"What's that?" Livvy said, dreading the answer.

Jean filled her in "Well, the Indians sleep two to a blanket. They say the two bodies warm each other and the blanket keeps in that heat. Course in this particular situation, we'll have to use clothing for a bed, do keep us off that cold floor, and then use the horse blankets and coats as blankets to cover us. That and the stove ought to get us through the night."

Rusty looked nervous. "I ain't sleeping with Josh" he said. "I ain't sleeping with no man. If any of the other kids heard about that I'd be done for."

Josh spoke for the first time. "That wouldn't work anyway Rusty. The two bodies need to be about the same size, so they'll warm each other all the way from head to foot. You're too short to sleep with me."

Jean opened her mouth "But that means I'm too short to sleep with you too Josh."

Livvy looked blankly at all three of them. Then she set her mouth. "It won't be all that bad, Jean. Just imagine that the two of you are riding in a buckboard, lying next to each other."

Jean looked horrified "I can't imagine riding anywhere with my brother naked!"

Livvy's head jerked up. "What do you mean ... naked?" She looked at Josh.

He looked back steadily. "It doesn't work if you have clothes on. It has to be skin to skin contact. The clothes block the heat. Besides, we need the clothes to lie on top of ... to protect us from the floor."

Livvy felt panic. She'd have to lie ... NAKED ... with Josh ... and with that ... thing ... between his legs? She couldn't. She'd just die of shame. And to allow Rusty and Jean - brother and sister - to lie NAKED together. The town would have her head on a stick. "No!" she said "No! We can't. It wouldn't be proper. No, we must find some other way."

She had to admit later they gave it the best they had. First she tried lying on one blanket with another over her. But her legs and shoulders were exposed and soon she was freezing. It worked OK if she lay on TWO blankets, with TWO blankets over her, but that left nothing for Josh, except for his buffalo coat to wear, which didn't cover his legs and feet. Her coat could be wrapped around his feet in a way that worked, but that left Rusty and Jean in only their clothes. They could stay warm in those if they kept moving, but if they stopped they got cold and began to lose feeling in their feet and hands.

The only thing that looked like it might work was if Rusty and Jean lay on top of their own clothing, with a blanket and Livvy's coat covering their legs and feet. That left two blankets for Livvy and Josh to lie on, with one blanket and his coat covering them. Even then it was cold. And it felt like it was getting colder all the time.

Then there was the problem of having to feed the fire all night. Someone had to be close enough to reach out from under the covers and feed the fire. If someone had to actually get up it would cause problems for both of them, because all the carefully hoarded heat would escape from under their coverings.

Finally, because Livvy could see no other way to survive, they decided to put all the wood in a pile right in front of the stove door. Josh and Livvy would lie on one side of the pile while Rusty and Jean would lie on the other side. That way someone from either pair could reach both the wood and the stove door without getting out from under the covers.

It also meant that neither couple could see the other.

Finally everything was ready. Livvy couldn't put it off any longer. She was already nervous and embarrassed, but there was nothing for it. She announced it was time. Wordlessly she handed her blanket to Josh, uncovering her nakedness. The only light was from the open door of the stove, but she felt horribly exposed. She also felt the bite of the cold without the blanket. She glanced at Rusty and Jean while Josh made up their bed. Both youngsters were stripping their clothes off and laying them on the floor, trying to get them as thick as possible. They didn't seem to be shy in the presence of each other. Jean's breasts were bigger than her own, but then most women's breasts were bigger than hers. She had been embarrassed about them until she married and her husband told her he loved them. But Jean's were larger. Her hips were bigger too. Jean looked like she was built for having babies. Livvy felt a pain in her heart at the thought. Livvy had wanted to have lots of babies. Now she never would. She made her eyes go to Rusty and gasped. HIS penis was bigger than her husband's had been too! It wasn't thick and gnarled looking, like Josh's, but it was long. She thought it might be semi hard at the moment. It looked like a spear, being very pointed as it swayed between his legs. She saw Jean stealing looks at it too. Josh touched her shoulder and she jumped. "It's ready" he said simply.

Now was the moment of truth. "I'm sorry it has to be this way" she said to her student.

"Miss Livvy, it's the frontier. You do what you have to do to survive. No one will ever have to know, and even if they did find out, they'd understand. Just think about getting warm." He lay down on his side and held the covering up for her. Sighing, she knelt and slipped in beside the naked youth.

Immediately she felt two things. First was warmth. It was coming from his chest. It was sinking into her breasts, where they touched him. Second was his hands, sliding all over her back and buttocks. "What... ?" she started to say, but then the answer was obvious. The friction of his hands caused her skin to warm.

Warmth. Glorious warmth! For the first time in hours she felt warmth. She sagged into his arms and pressed her body against his. It suddenly occurred to her that she should be doing the same thing for him. Her hands started moving slowly, feeling the knotted muscles on his back. He felt smooth, but hard at the same time. Her hand slipped to his buttocks and even they felt muscled. She moved her hands faster, generating more friction. As they moved against each other, her nipples rubbed against his skin and the friction caused them to stiffen. She'd been proud of her nipples when she was married. Though her breasts were small, her nipples were huge. Her husband had joked that she could feed a calf on those nipples. When she was excited they grew until they were an inch or more long, and nearly half an inch across. They were extremely sensitive. They hadn't gotten hard in nearly two years.

They got hard now.

Livvy made a sound "MMmmmmmmm" in her throat. It was the sound of a woman who was freezing, and now felt warmth. It was also the sound of a woman whose extremely sensitive nipples were being stimulated by the skin of a handsome man. She was concentrating on the warmth, and, at first, her tired mind thought the feeling in her nipples was merely that - warmth. Now her upper torso was relatively warm, and, instinctively her leg raised up and slid up on top of Josh's thigh, creating friction that way.

It also, for all intents and purposes, spread her legs.

Josh also felt the warmth when Livvy slipped into his arms. Well, to be more nearly correct, he felt her ice cold nipples stealing the warmth from his chest. Those cold points caused him to move, to get them off of one place and move them to another. He began to warm her back, like he had been told to do in these situations, and was surprised to feel her reciprocate. She smelled good. Clean, womanly, with a scent that was faintly like flowers. Her hand went onto his buttocks and he clenched them. Her hands on his skin felt nice. Now that her nipples had warmed up a little bit THEY felt nice scraping across his chest too. He felt the monster between his legs stir. He'd never really thought much about his penis. It was just there. He used it to piss through, and when he got excited he rubbed and pulled it until it spewed what seemed like a quart or two of thick white stuff. Other than that he didn't pay it much attention. His mother had seen him naked last year and had leaned over to his pa, saying he'd been blessed the same way pa was. His pa had laughed and said it was the girls who would be blessed. He knew what they were talking about, but he hadn't met any girls he thought might be interested in what he was blessed with. He hoped it didn't get all the way hard. He didn't think Miss Livvy would appreciate that at all. Then her leg lifted and came down on his thigh. She snuggled up to him and pushed her abdomen against his. And she went "Mmmmmmmmmmm". There was something about the sound of that that made his dick get much much harder.

It began to move from between his thighs.

On the other side of the wood pile Rusty and Jean had gone through much the same kind of ordeal. Rusty had watched as his sister disrobed. He hadn't seen her naked in probably four or five years, and this was very interesting. He'd caught just a quick glimpse of Miss Livvy when she handed Josh her blanket. He'd stopped breathing, thinking she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Then his sister had stood naked in front of him and he'd stopped breathing again. She had large round breasts and a little bit of baby fat still on her stomach. Her hips were wide and, where her legs came together there was hair the same reddish blond as what was on her head. It occurred to him that his sister was also quite beautiful, and that lying next to her was not going to be an unhappy thing at all. His penis agreed, swelling to half it's size when hard. He hoped she wouldn't notice.

Jean DID notice. She had been awed by the huge club that swung from Josh's groin. If THAT was what cocks were like, she wasn't at all interested in having one shoved in her. But when her brother dropped his drawers she saw something much less intimidating. Rusty's was long and thin. That wouldn't be so bad. 'Be so Bad?!' she thought to herself. 'He's my brother for pity's sake.' But when she looked at it she felt a funny warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad being up next to him. She climbed in with him and pressed her body against his. She wondered if his stiffening penis would touch her. Part of her hoped it would.

Josh's cock was getting harder and harder as Livvy rubbed her body against his. "Ohhh" she said softly "You're soooo warmmmmmm". She had a purr to her voice that made his balls get tight. Was this what all the older boys had laughed and joked about, bragging that when they'd been to town they'd "done it" with the girls in the saloon?

Livvy was actually warm. She couldn't believe it. Her euphoria masked the fact that it felt GOOD to have a man in her arms again, and to be in a man's arms again. She ignored that and thought only about the warmth.

Until she felt something touch the portal to her sex.

At first she thought he must have moved his hand where it did not belong. But both of his hands were still sliding delightfully all over her back and buttocks. Then, like a ton of bricks, the realization hit her. Her mind rebelled. Her body betrayed her. She felt a flush of warmth in her pussy as it was touched by a man's cock for the first time in years. She knew that flush of warmth was fluid, seeping from her innards, making her wet. Now her nipples ached, needing to be squeezed, sucked, pinched. Unconsciously she ground her chest into his. Her pelvis thrust, of its own accord, against his. Her mind screamed "You hussy!"

"Josh" she whispered, as softly as she could.

Josh was thinking of other things. As his penis got hard it pressed into something warm and wet. He wasn't stupid, and he knew what it had to be. It felt ... good. But he knew his penis shouldn't be where it was. He tried to think of a way to get it somewhere else, but couldn't. Not without making it obvious. Maybe she didn't feel it. Her head moved. It strained up and her mouth was by his ear.

"Josh" she whispered again.

"Emmm" he murmured back.

"Josh ... your ... your ... organ. It's touching me."

 
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