Teacher, Teacher

But she was a very good teacher and as the year went on, she loosened up and got used to us. Where she had us lined up straight in front of her in three rows at start of the year, she had our small class go to a U-formation by the end of the year. That’s when the teasing really got serious.

I came into class and sat in what had become my normal seat. I was able to get a variety of close up views of Mrs. Taylor while she wrote on the blackboard, her tiny, round ass jiggling as she reached up. I would watch her chest while her boobs seemed to disappear in the white lacy bra as she stretched high, but then filled in and rolled around as her arms came back down. And when she sat on the edge of her desk to talk to us, I could see half way up her lovely thighs. This was also the vantage point I had on most of the girls in class that didn’t like to sit up straight. As I said, when women want to show off their legs, I am only too happy to oblige.

Lori, a tall quite attractive blonde, came in a little late and took the last seat on the end across from me. She liked to wear short skirts and dresses and today was no different. I had taken to watching her, among others, because of her long, lovely legs that seemed to go on forever. I know that she knew that I was ogling her, but she never said anything so I figured she really didn’t mind it.

As I was sitting there this day, Lori slumped in her seat a little and let her skirt hike up a little more than it would on its own. It allowed her to spread her legs more than normal and I allowed my eyes to travel up those gorgeous gams. As the class wore on, Lori kept spreading her legs further apart until finally I could see the red panties she was wearing under her pantyhose. I had been stiffening as it was but seeing her underwear in public was more daring than she, or anyone else, had ever been.

When I looked up with that deer-in-the-headlights look, she just smiled at me. What the hell did that mean? Was she now attracted to me? Did she want me to ask her out? I know my face was probably as red as Mrs. Taylor’s hair, but she was putting on a damn fine show. She rested a hand on top of her thigh and I started glancing around to see if anyone else noticed this, but they all seemed to be intent on whatever Mrs. Taylor was teaching. I watched in awe as Lori started to move her hand over her thigh, sliding slowly up and down, and then gently rubbing the inside. I thought I would explode right then but Mrs. Taylor suddenly asked me what the next step of the equation would be.

I was afraid that everyone looking at me could see my burgeoning manhood as it pushed up my pants, but they were just expecting me to spout out the answer as usual. An answer that would normally roll off my tongue took an agonizingly long ten seconds to come up with.

“Are you feeling alright Joey?” Mrs. Taylor asked concern in her voice.

“Ahem, I’ll be fine. Thank you,” I replied, trying not to make a big deal of it. I thought Lori was going to split a gut as she tried very hard not to laugh. She also used the opportunity to pull her skirt back down to its normal indecent length. Apparently we were the only two who knew what had just transpired the last 45 minutes.

As the bell rang to end the class, Mrs. Taylor asked me to stay behind for a minute. I, and Lori, thought for sure that we had been caught. Lori skipped out the door before Mrs. Taylor could even turn around. Once everyone had left the classroom, Mrs. Taylor pulled a chair up in front of my desk, my red face returning.

“Are you sure you feel alright? You look like you just ran a marathon.” My heart and my cock were pulsing at the same rate as I looked into her lovely green eyes.

“I’m, I’m fine. Really.” I could smell her perfume now. She wore several different kinds and every one of them gave me nasty thoughts about her. With what had just transpired, today’s essence had my hard-on pressing tightly against my loose pants. If they would have let us wear blue jeans back then, I wouldn’t have had a problem, but loose pants made it difficult to hide anything.

“Look, you’re by far the best student in this class and I was hoping that you could help me grade homework and test papers from some of my other classes. It would only be an hour or two a couple times a week and I would really appreciate it. My husband used to help out, but with him in Egypt for a few more months, I’m at my wits end.” She looked a little haggard, which was hard for her to do with perfect lipstick, mascara, and her tightly coifed fiery, red hair.

I was so relieved that she didn’t know I was perving out in class that I just agreed to it and said I would be there after my last class today. It drew a heart-melting warm smile from her that wasn’t doing my dick any good. She thanked me and got up moving the chair back to her desk. She had a little schoolgirl smile on her face as she backed away from me. I sat there a minute pretending to write down some notes while my hard-on subsided. The next class started to file in and I hurriedly got up, keeping my books in front of me as I hurried off to my last class.

Lori was outside with her QB boyfriend talking away like nothing had happened back in the classroom. He had a hand on her hip while they talked and she gave him a hug as she glanced at me walking by and flashed that seductive smile again and winked. Fucking prick teaser.

With my last class over, I went back to see Mrs. Taylor and she had another chair pulled up alongside hers at the desk. I sat down next to her and she smiled at me, at once melting my heart and stiffening my rod. She was only 28 but looked like she was fresh out of college. I couldn’t help but notice that much like Lori, her skirt was rising high on her thigh. Sitting this close to her and smelling her perfume in my aroused state was having a dizzying affect on me.

Her face was mere inches away as those ruby red lips, looking so kissable, softly spoke the instructions. She wore just enough makeup to conceal most of the freckles that dotted her cute little nose. Her right hand was resting on my thigh, just inches from my throbbing erection, as she smiled and asked if I had any questions. I smiled back, shaking my head and wanting to reach over and pull her face closer for a passionate kiss. But of course, I did not.

She watched as I marked up the first paper before getting up to go straighten out the classroom. She took her jacket off, flashing that lacy bra she always wore under her thin white blouses. She started to write problems on the blackboard for her first class on the next day, and I was distracted as she stretched high to start them, and then had to bend low to finish them. Her tight round ass was a work of art in the black skirt she wore today.

I was done as she finished up and came back to check on me. Good thing I was a multi-tasker at a time when no one knew what that term meant. She was very pleased as she quickly glanced over them. Her hand rested on my shoulder as she bent over me and flipped through a couple of papers. As she stood back up, her fingernails scraped lightly across my neck sending erotic chills down my body and ending in my rock solid cock.

“Thank you. Can I give you a ride home? I only live a few blocks from you.”

“That would be great. I missed the late bus.”

She never put her jacket back on and I was able to ogle her small but well defined chest through the thin blouse and bra. She really was a strikingly attractive woman, an assessment I had made back on day one. I was already in the passenger’s side when she gracefully slid into the driver’s side, her skirt riding up her delightful thighs once again and bringing another rise out of me.

That was when I noticed her stockings ended and were attached to a garter belt. I could see a couple inches of bare skin as she slowly spread her legs, starting the car up and backing out of the parking lot. All eight inches of my pulsating piece of meat was quickly at attention as I surreptitiously watched that flesh come into view. In today’s world, any teacher giving a student a ride would raise suspicions. But this was a different era and no one suspected a teacher of any wrongdoing or ulterior motives.

We made small talk and some light humor about a few students and were soon at the intersection where I lived two blocks to the left and she was two blocks straight ahead. I told her to let me out there and I would walk the rest of the way. She smiled and thanked me again, raising a hand to my cheek. If every student were like you, teachers wouldn’t care that they were underpaid. My books were lying in my lap, so I just smiled at her electric touch and quickly exited the car. She chuckled a little as she drove off.

I raced home with a large wet spot now formed on my black pants. I set my books on the kitchen table and went straight into the bathroom unzipping my pants and pulling out that stiff rod. I pictured Lori as her fingers tickled her inner thigh, the purple head of my cock now swelling even more. Then she faded away as the vision of Mrs. Taylor replaced her, those luscious lips just inches away, finally coming closer as she kissed me passionately. I rubbed the leaking fluid from my cock up and down the shaft, squeezing hard now as I envisioned that bare flesh on her legs, my hand sliding over to meet it and slowly working up her leg the short distance to her waiting pussy. As my finger touched her soft, satiny panties, I exploded with cum spraying out and splashing against the lifted toilet seat before finally finding the bowl with soft plopping sounds as the last few drops fell into the cool water.

That night I jerked off again in my bedroom, vivid visions of Mrs. Taylor having let her bright red hair down. I could feel her soft hair against my legs as she slowly sucked my cock between her lips. My hand ran up and down my rigid shaft as I pictured her tongue swirling around the swollen purple head of my throbbing cock. I squeezed hard as she sucked me again and opened her throat to swallow me whole. My cock erupted like Mount Vesuvius, sending cum shooting high into the air, the boiling lava like liquid splashing down on my chest and belly as my mind pictured her swallowing all of it.