 The English Teacher
Barely three weeks into my senior year, my regular English teacher went on a leave of absence. Of course, right away, rumors began flying around as to what the new teacher would be like. When she walked into class, I swear that every guys' jaw hit their desk and every girl immediately hated her. She stood about five foot six or seven, had long brown hair with blonde highlights, and a body that could make time stop. As time went on, we all realized how much this beautiful woman loved wearing short skirts, as well.
Before long, I started going to see her for "help" in the mornings before classes started. At about the same time, I noticed that Miss Paterson seemed to be getting very touchy feely with me. One Monday morning, like always, I stopped into her classroom to shoot the breeze with her. We started chatting, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her slender, shapely legs.
Miss Paterson was smiling at this point. "So, what's bothering you this morning, Michael? You seem distracted." Her noticing that I was distracted only embarrassed me more, but I tried to lie hoping she would just forget about it. "Oh nothing, just not quite awake yet, that's all."
She sat there for a few seconds smiling at me. Her next statement made me wish I had never been born. "I think you're distracted by me aren't you? Specifically, my legs. Am I right?"
I tried to apologise. "I'm really sorry, Miss Paterson," I stammered. "I just think you are very pretty and I , just , just , Oh hell, I should just go." "Well, I'll tell you what, Michael. I know you stare at my legs and my body and I'm quite comfortable with that and with you." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I looked at her face and saw she was no longer smiling. She looked very serious and I really had a hard on at this point. I still was too shocked to speak however.
I got up from my seat and started to walk out when she stopped me. She slowly and seductively slid her skirt up her leg exposing the top of her tan thigh-high. She let her skirt fall back in place and was smiling again, right then and there I knew I was going to fuck my teacher. I did nothing to hide my interest in her. I looked her up and down and she did the same to me.
I was no longer embarrassed, only turned on. "I want you." No surprise whatsoever crossed her face. "Good. Now go up on stage on the sofa, and I'll be with you in a bit."
I ran awkwardly to the stage and tried to make myself comfortable on the sofa we used as part of our play. My throbbing erection was making that difficult. She walked onto the darkened stage and walked over to the sofa, until she was right in front of me. No words were spoken as she began to slip out of her blouse and bra. Her breasts were perfect and I watched her nipples visibly harden as the air hit them. She slowly and seductively unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I could feel my cock twitching as I took in this vision in front of me.
She crawled on top of me and began to kiss me. She started grinding her crotch into mine and moans immediately escaped her lips. I broke the kiss and began nuzzling her neck, working my way down to her nipples. I took each one in turn into my mouth, hungrily
sucking each one until they were erect and wet from my saliva.
She took my place on the sofa, and spread her legs. I, with no hesitation, climbed between her legs and plunged my engorged cock as deep as I could into her. Moans escaped both of us as I began to pump in and out of her as hard as I could. I could feel my orgasm getting close and I slammed into her even harder. She began to throw her head from side to side. I felt my aching balls twitch and I began to moan loudly as I felt my cum empty into her.
I had no strength left, and collapsed onto her, completely spent. We lay there for several moments and then got up and began to dress. We deeply kissed and without saying a word left the building arm in arm. I led her to her car and closed the door. She started her car and rolled down the window.
"That was so sexy, Michael. Thank you."
I smiled at her. "No, thank you, Miss Paterson."
She took off and I stood outside the school for several minutes reliving what had just happened. For the rest of the school year, we screwed hot and heavy and I learned much more about sex and myself than I would've thought possible.
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