THE TEACHER

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It was an early spring day in Maine. Ms. Malone, my Englishteacher, had just completed her lecture on contemporary Americanliterature. Throughout her talk, all I could see were her boobsbouncing up and down inside her blouse. I tried, but failed, todecide whether they were enclosed in a bra or not. Sometimes theyappeared to act independently, other times they appeared to workin tandem. The indecision did not really matter - regardless ofwhat contained them, they looked great from my seat. Every moveshe made added to my growing imagination of what I would like todo to her. Not only her tits, but her *ss - how it flowed beneathher dress. And that slight hump just above her crotch, promisingdelights beyond my imagination if only they would all be exposed.But I was only 18, and she must have been 27. There would neverbe such a chance.

The period bell ended my imagination. Class was over, and another
day ended. Scrambling to pull myself back to reality, I knocked
over the books on my desk. By the time I had picked them all up,
I was the last to leave the classroom. Ms. Malone, looking at me
in a strange manner, drifted over to my desk.

"I noticed how engrossed you were in my lecture today, Steve",
she said. "Mind sharing with me what was so fascinating?" As she
said this, she seated her self lightly on the top of the desk
next to mine. There was just the hint of a smile on her lips as
she waited for my answer.

I didn't have a clue as to what she was talking about during
class. All of my attention had been on her body, taking in every
move and greedily soaking up every hint of the body under her
dress. 

"It was the, aw, the great way in which you presented today's
material", I stammered. "Your presentation, your organization of
the study material just bowled me over".

"You sure it wasn't something else? All semester I've noticed how
much attention you pay to my lectures, yet you barely pass your
tests. And today, well, today I was sure something else was on
your mind". As she said this, her hand moved her dress upward,
dragging its edge just over her knee and revealing a little of
her lower thigh. "Are you sure that something else wasn't on your
mind, like this?" 

With that statement, her hand moved upward very quickly, lifting
her dress clear off her legs and revealing a glimpse of her
entire leg, all the way up to her panties. As quickly as she had
lifted her dress, she dropped it back again.

I could feel my face flush over with excitement and embarrass-
ment. Here was what I had been dreaming about, happening right in
the classroom! "Well, ugh, I guess you sort of found out about my
secret. I was watching your body, not listening to your lecture".

Ms. Malone smiled. I noticed that her face had a curious glow
about it, as if she, too, had been thinking about something.

"What about my body were you watching so closely that you could
not remember my lecture ", she teasingly asked.

"Well, to be honest, all of you. Your boobs, your *ss,
everything. I'd watch your movements, and think about what you
looked like if you were undressed. I concentrated so much on your
body that I can't remember a thing that you talked about in your
lecture", I blurted. 

Not knowing what else to say but the truth, I continued. "As you
would walk, or move your arms, I could see your dress stretch
against one part of your body, then another. Each time some new
part of your body would be exposed, and that would even more to
my daydreams".

"Stay right where you are!", she said sharply. "I think you need
a lesson in manners, young man". With that said, she got up,
walked straight to the door, locked it and pulled down the shade.

Walking back to the middle of the room and stopping where she
normally would give her lectures, she turned and looked me
straight in the face. "Come up here, sit in the first seat right
in front of me", she commanded. 

I quickly moved to the front desk and sat down. What else could I
do? I knew that I'd said enough to get me into a lot of trouble.

"Ms. Malone, I didn't mean to get you angry! You asked me what I
was thinking about, and I told you! Please, if you won't say
anything to anyone about this, I promise not to stare anymore".

"This has gotten far out of hand, young man. It cannot go on any
longer. We're both going to work this out now, today. When I get
through with you, you'll not fantasize any longer!". With that,
she moved closer to my desk.

"I think it's about time that you were taught a few lessons in
life. And I'm going to teach you". She lifted one leg and placed
her foot on the top of my desk. She pulled her skirt back, almost
to her waist, exposing again her leg all the way up to her
panties.

"These", she said, as her hands lightly moved over her leg, "are
nylons. They are held up by this, a garter belt. Now - watch
closely - they are removed first by undoing this clip. Then you
gently roll the tops down, like this, until they are down around
the knee. At that point, you grasp the rolled top in both hands
and pull the nylon off, like this." Deftly, she removed the nylon
from the rest of her leg, leaving it dangling over her shoe.

"Please, take my shoe off and remove the nylon from my foot," she
commanded. I did exactly what she requested. My heart was
throbbing so hard, I thought it would explode. This was the first
time I had ever seen a woman remove her nylons in person. And it
excited me, all over. I could feel my dick starting to swell and
put pressure on my pants.

She switched legs, exposing the leg with the remaining nylon on
it. "Now, let's see if you learned your lesson. I want you to
remove this nylon from my leg without tearing it".

I stretched over and took hold of her garter belt. My hands were
so shaky that I had a hard time taking hold of the clasp on the
garter belt. When my fingers touched her thigh, all I could feel
was the silky smoothness of her leg. She placed her hand gently
on top of mine and said, "Easy now, don't get nervous. Just take
your time. We have all night. Remember, be gentle and don't put a
run in the nylon".

I finally released the nylon from the garter belt, rolled it
exactly as she had demonstrated, then pulled it down her leg. My
hands tingled every time they touched her leg. I took her other
shoe off, and removed the second nylon completely.

"That was excellent!", she exclaimed. "You've earned yourself
some extra credit." With that, she moved over to the side of my
desk, turning so her back was to me and undoing her belt on her
waist. Bending down slightly, she directed me in my next task.

"Now, take the zipper and pull it down to my waist". I did as she
asked. Turning back to me, she next told me, "Stand up and put
your arms around me. Take the tops of my dress, and slide them
off my shoulders".

I stood up and put my arms around her. As I did that, I could
feel her tits dig lightly into my chest. Did they feel good! I
pulled the dress off her shoulders and held it as she removed her
arms from the dress.

"Pull the dress down over my hips, then let it fall to the
floor", was my next instruction. I did it exactly as described,
and was rewarded with a full frontal view of her bra, tummy and
panties. My gauze locked onto her boobs, switching from one to
the other. I took in every detail, from the full shape of her
boobs which were just barely contained by the cups on her bra to
the two tits trying so hard to stick out through the shear
material encasing them. I moved my eyes downward, glancing at her
smooth, flat tummy, and noticing the little white hairs, just
barely visible, which ever so lightly covered her stomach around
her navel. 

I stopped the downward movement of my stare when I reached her
panties. More specifically, when I got to her crotch. I could see
her cunt hair pushing up against the very thin panty material,
curly and dark. On both sides of her panties, close to the tip of
her clit, I saw that several black hairs had escaped the elastic
of the panties, and were exposed directly to my view. 

Before I could look anymore, she stepped out of her dress. As her
legs moved, I watched in extreme fascination as her panties
rubbed against her crotch, and noticed that, right between her
legs, there was a wet spot which seemed to grow as I watched. My
own love tool was now throbbing against my pants.

Turning back to me, she continued the lesson. "Now, it's your
turn to get comfortable. I want you to stand up, face me, and
take off only your shirt and trousers". More willingly than
before, I quickly complied with her request. Since I never wore
undershirts, I was left standing there in front of her dressed
only in my shorts.

"My, what have we got growing there?" she asked as she stared at
my large cock. "Do you know why it is so big? I'll tell you. It's
because it's getting ready to explore a little tunnel. You'll
soon find out, but not just yet!". With that, she motioned that I
should sit down again.

"Now these, as you probably know, are called breasts. And this",
as she fingered her bra, "is called a bra. Many women have to
wear one to keep their boobs from hanging down and not looking
sexy. I only wear one to prevent my tits from being revealed by
blouse all day long. You see, I don't really need the bra to
support my boobs - they hold up well without one". With that
statement, she removed her bra. Sure enough, her boobs stood
straight out without it!

Bending forward again, so her tits were right in front of my
face, she added another wrinkle to my lesson. "Open your mouth,
and, gently, take one of tits into it, and suck on it". 

I did, following her instructions completely. Unconsciously, my
hands went to her boob, circled it, and pushed it deeper into my
mouth. Without any additional instructions, I licked and nibbled
her tit. I could feel it swell even further in my mouth as I
played with it. 

Ms. Malone leaned into my face, increasing the pressure on her
boob as I squeezed harder. I noticed that she was now breathing
rather deeply, and that there was a slight quiver in her body.

"Now, the other one. Switch to the other one - quickly!", she
said, in a husky voice. I repeated my actions on her other tit,
and again felt it swell in my mouth as I played with it. 

Her arms, which had been resting on my shoulders, started to push
downwards, forcing my mouth off her tits and down her stomach. As
I approached her panties, my nose detected a faint, earthly
aroma. It was coming from her cunt. As I got closer, the smell
increased. It was the most stimulating smell I ever had sniffed. 

Her hands left my shoulders, grabbed the tops of her panties and
garter belt, and pulled them off. All of the sudden, there was
nothing separating her cunt from my mouth except air! I was
staring straight at her bare cunt.

She thrust her hips towards my face, forcing me to accept her
cunt into my mouth. Remembering what I had done to her tits, I
started kissing her cunt hairs. Soon, my tongue found that little
bump of flesh located right at the front of her cunt. I started
to stroke it with my tongue.

"That ... that is my clit," she gasped, "it is one of the two
pleasure keys on a female. Suck it harder ... harder!", she
cried, as she spread her legs wider to let me get a better angle.

As I kissed her clit, I could feel that she was wet all over her
legs. I stopped briefly to taste this fluid, and fought that it
tasted very sweet. I licked it from her thighs, and followed it
upward until again my tongue was centered on her clit. This
movement elicited a more audible groan from her.

"Take your finger, move it next to your mouth, and, sliding it
along my crack, find my cunt-hole", she exclaimed in a really
husky voice. "Then stick it into my love hole while you continue
to tongue my clit", she exclaimed in a voice nearly choking with
desire.

I found her love hole. Sticking my finger into it, I suddenly
realized that this was the source of those sweet tasting love
juices. But, before I could explore that fact further, Ms. Malone
started to move her whole lower body against my face. Her stomach
muscles started to contract, then expand, as she seemed to try
and swallow my finger with her cunt. Her hips swayed back and
forth, pushing her cunt against my finger and her clit against my
tongue.

"Move your finger in and out slowly", she told me. As I did so, I
realized that her body movements became synchronized to my finger
movements. The faster I moved my finger, the faster her body
responded.

By now, her breathing had become very audible. In fact, she was
panting as if she had just completed a long run. I tried to stop
and pull my face away from her love mound, but she pushed it
right back, so I continued to finger her love hole and lick her
clit, doing it harder and faster all the time. Her breathing now
was a rasping intake of air. Her body was jerking around so much
that I wondered how she could remain standing.

"This,  T H I S, is a woman CCCC UUU MMM III NNN GGG!", she
yelled, as her body jerked violently up and down in front of my
face. I suddenly felt my hand becoming drenched in her love
juices, as they nearly squirted from her hole. I tried to suck it
all up, but she moved too wildly for me to follow with my mouth.
Her inner thighs became drenched with that great tasting wetness.
I licked that sweetness from her thighs and her cunt as best I
could once she slowed down.

My ministrations to her thighs seemed to work.  After a few
moments, she calmed down. I could feel a keen sweat on her body,
especially the small of her back. She pushed me back from her,
still shaking noticeably.

"I think that you may just pass this exam", she said, still
breathing heavy. "But there is one section left for you to
complete". Taking my hand in hers, she pulled me up from the
desk, so that the two of us faced each other. 

She started to squat, letting her hands flow down my back,
stopping briefly at the elastic band of my shorts just to get a
firm hold on them, then continuing down my legs, dragging my
underwear with them and exposing my cock.

"This", she said, staring at my erect cock "looks like something
I must examine closely". 

And examine closely she did, taking it in her mouth, licking the
tip of my cock with her tongue. I could feel my dick, which I
thought was as big as I'd ever felt, get even larger and harder.
The harder it got, the more she tried to stuff in it her mouth.

My hips started to move with her mouth, and gradually I shoved my
huge prick deeper and deeper into her mouth. I couldn't believe
it, but she was able to get nearly all of it in. Her lips
contracted around my shaft, and exerted more pleasurable force
around it than I had ever been able to do when I jacked myself
off.

Simultaneously, her tongue continued to work on my tip, getting
me very excited. I could feel the pressure growing, and swore
that my balls got larger the longer she sucked me. I knew that I
could not hold on much longer, and tried to get my cock out of
her mouth before I exploded. 

But try as I might, she wouldn't let me withdraw. In fact, her
hands circled my hips and forced me all the way into her mouth. I
couldn't hold it any longer. 

I exploded into her mouth, feeling my sperm shoot out in spurts.
I could feel her sucking even harder, draining every drop out of
my cock. I couldn't do anything, and let it just flow out,
drowning her in my cum.

When she felt there was nothing left, she slowly withdrew my cock
from her mouth, dragging her lips over my shaft, then my cock
head, and finally licking the very tip of my cock with her tongue
as she completely withdrew it.

She stayed down for a few seconds longer, waiting and watching my
dick. As it started to shrink, and little more cum started to
drip out. She quickly licked it away with her tongue. 

Finally, when I was again limp and small, she got up, hugged and
kissed me, and whispered, "You are a good student. I think you'll
pass this exam."

With that, she released me. As she dressed herself, I picked up
my clothes and put them back on.

Just before I left the room, she turned to me and said, "You'd
better start paying attention in class. If you don't, then I'll
have to keep you after school again, and again, and again, until
you pass the final exam".

I wondered what she meant .....