Kitty and the Schoolmarm (futa, voyeurism, first time, impregnation, romance)

In the town of Wilson’s Gulch, the Sheriff’s daughter held a secret not even her beloved father knew. Kitty Tucker had something no woman had a right to possess. She hid her difference well, but it became harder to hide when the pretty new schoolmarm moved into the boarding house and took the room right next to Kitty’s! Bowing to temptation, Kitty peeped through an old bullet hole in her bedroom wall. Her life would change drastically after seeing her very first nude woman!

At the risk of bragging, this story is the winner of the April 2012 impregnation story contest over at a site called The ImpregNation. The contest theme was Schoolgirl/Teacher. One or both had to be in the story, and one had to get pregnant! This is what I came up with! I'm sure glad they're used to my futa fetish over there!

Kitty and the Schoolmarm

By Honey Moon

Kitty hurried down the boardwalk carrying a tray draped with a gingham cloth. It was almost high noon, and she wanted to be sure her pa got his dinner on time. The young woman cautiously swung wide in front of the double doors of the Golden Nugget saloon. Pa had really cleaned up the town of Wilson’s Gulch, but one never knew if a rowdy farm hand or cowboy would cause some offence in that den of sin, and be thrown bodily out into the street.

Balancing the tray with one hand, Kitty entered the Sheriff’s office and closed the door behind her. “Pa, Miss Mary fixed the fried chicken you’re so fond of.” She called happily.

Her father, Sheriff Jackson Tucker, put down the dime novel he was reading. “Kitty, what am I going to do with you?” His voice was stern, but there was no mistaking the look of love as he stood and took the tray from his only daughter. “You promised! Why aren’t you at the schoolhouse?”

Kitty sighed. “Pa, school is for young ‘uns! I’m a full growed woman of eighteen! There ain’t nothin’ old Mr. Peabody could learn me that I need knowin’ in order to see after you or even to help out Miss Mary at the roomin’ house!”

Jackson shook his head. He put down the tray, and with no warning, tossed the tattered yellow jacketed book to her. “I want you to turn to any page, and start reading to me.”

Kitty looked at the book, and her face grew red. “Aw pa, I don’t need to be readin’ no books like this!” she scrutinized the crudely drawn cover illustration that depicted a man wearing a star on his vest. “If I want to learn a story about a lawman, I’ll just listen to one of yours!”

Jackson sighed. “Kitty, this is all my fault. Once your mother passed away, rest her soul, I was too busy trying to make this town into one folk could feel proud to live in. I reckon I was just a mite too single minded. I never could seem to make enough time to teach a little eight year old terror any readin’ or ciphering. Before I knew it, you went