Ray Walker - Her lessons after school

"I think you know why I wanted to see you after class, Stewart," Susan said to the boy standing in front of her desk.

"No, I don't."

"Well, you should," Susan said. "You're not stupid at all. And that's why it bothers me so much that you're doing so poorly. You can do so much better. All this term, though, you've done no work at all."

"Ah, Miss Lancaster, I ain't interested in math. I don't need to know that shit!"

"I'll thank you to keep your rude language out of my classroom, Stewart," Susan said sharply to her young student. "And if you think that what you study here in school has no value, you're greatly mistaken. There's a whole world you haven't seen yet, and if you want to function in that world, there are certain things you have to learn, whether you want to learn them or not. That's the whole point of school."

"But I got better things to do," Stewart said.

"Oh? Well, I think it's high time you rearranged your priorities."

Susan had a pretty good idea what the better things were that Stewart was talking about. All Stewart ever thought about was sex, just like every other boy. For Stewart, the only good thing about school was the girls he met there. Seeing Stewart all by himself, standing right in front of her desk, was a pretty rare thing for Susan. Usually when she saw him he was with some girl.

Of course, she noticed things like that. After all, Stewart's girlfriends weren't the only ones attracted to him. She couldn't fail to notice how attractive he was, too. She was human, and being a woman didn't mean that she had any less of an interest in sex than a man did. She'd noticed Stewart with those girls, and if she was honest with herself, she had to admit that she was a bit jealous. She'd been attracted to Stewart the very first time she had seen him. As a matter of fact, it was all she could do right now to keep looking into Stewart's eyes and not look farther down his body.

It turned her on to see the bulge in Stewart's pants and to know that it was Stewart's cock and balls that were making the bulge. She couldn't let herself look down there right now, though. She had serious things to discuss with Stewart.

"Now there's a very important test tomorrow as I'm sure you know," Susan said. "I suggest that you go straight home and start to study. You'll probably have to study most of the night, but I think that you just might be able to pass that test tomorrow if you work hard."

"Ah, Miss Lancaster, I can't study tonight," Stewart said. "I got something else going on tonight."

"Is that so? Well, then, it's up to you. Either you have your fun some other night, or you flunk."

"But you can't flunk me, Miss Lancaster!"

"Of course I can, Stewart," Susan said evenly, looking straight into Stewart's eyes. "And I will, if I have to. That's my job."

"But isn't there anything I can do so you wouldn't flunk me?"

"What a ridiculous question. Of course there is. Simply do your work, like you're supposed to."

"No, I mean, isn't there something else I can do? Something I can do for you? Something I can show you?" Stewart was still looking into Susan's eyes. And Stewart was rubbing his crotch. And the bulge there was even bigger now, since his cock was stiff.

Of course, Susan could see that because she was staring at Stewart's crotch. And seeing his stiff cock, seeing the way that Stewart was rubbing and kneading it was turning her on.

"Don't touch yourself like that, Stewart!"

"Why not?" Stewart laughed. "It feels good. Mmm, it feels nice to rub my big hard cock! Mmm! Do you see how hard it is? Do you see how big and fucking hard my big cock is, Miss Lancaster? You see how big and hard this cock is? Yeah, you see. And that's 'cause you can't take your fucking eyes off of it. I mean, ain't this what you been waiting to see, my big cock as hard as a rock? Maybe I don't know nothing about math, but I ain't that stupid. I've seen you drooling over my crotch. I've seen you eyeballing my big prick whenever you got the fucking chance, just like every other hot-to-trot chick in this school. And I know that what you wanted the most was to see how this kid measures up. Well take a good look. You ain't going to find another cock in this school as big as mine."

"If you think that I'm interested in you in any way like that, Stewart, you're greatly mistaken," Susan said. "Now I said stop touching yourself like that."

Susan didn't really want Stewart to stop. It was just that, if he kept doing it, she didn't know what she might do. The longer he kept rubbing his big cock, the more turned on she got. Just watching the boy rubbing his crotch got her nipples hard and made her tight pussy get wetter and wetter.

"Okay, I'll stop," Stewart said. He was grinning. He stopped rubbing his crotch. His stiff cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. "Because I know you'd rather touch it yourself. Oh, yeah, I know you would, Miss Lancaster. You don't fool me. Come on, come over here and get a good feel of it. Come on, we're all alone in here, no one can see us. Come on."

She knew she shouldn't. She should just tell Stewart to leave. She was just asking for trouble, if she did what Stewart told her to do. But Susan couldn't help herself. She was just too turned on.

Susan got out of her chair and went around her desk to Stewart. And in just a few more seconds, her hand was rubbing at Stewart's crotch, feeling his long stiff cock, feeling his big balls.

It got her hot to touch Stewart like that. His stiff cock may have been in his pants, but Susan could still feel how big and hard it was. Though she would have liked it even better if she could have taken the hard cock out of Stewart's pants and gotten her hand right around the long fat prick-shaft.

"Oh, yeah, that feels good, Miss Lancaster!" Stewart murmured as he stood there looking down at himself, watching the horny woman play with his crotch. "That feels really nice! Don't be ashamed, all the chicks get hot over my big hard cock. Rub that thing! Play with that big fat prick!"

"Oh, Stewart, it's nice and big!" Susan moaned. By now, she'd lost all control.

"You said it, Miss Lancaster. It's nice and big. And hard, too."

"How big is it?" Susan asked.

"Well, let's just say that maybe I can't count to twenty, but I can sure count to ten. You're looking at ten big inches, honey. Ten big fat inches of beautiful hard cock!"

"Oh, God!" Susan moaned again. She kept on rubbing his big hard cock, getting more and more excited.

"You want to see for yourself?" Stewart asked. "Go ahead, take it out. Pull my drawers down and yank it out. Go ahead, honey. I know you're just itching to do that. I know you want to get a good look at that big piece of meat. Fuck, I can see you wetting yourself. That hot little pussy of yours must really be dripping now, because I can see you're getting all wet between your legs. Go ahead, take my drawers down and give yourself a treat."

Susan just couldn't help herself. She was too turned on. She fell to her knees in front of Stewart, grabbed his pants and pulled them down. Stewart had big strong legs. That was natural, since he was one of the school's best athletes. It was Stewart's cock that Susan couldn't stop staring at, though. What a beautiful cock! And it turned Susan on just as much to see the two big balls below that long hard prick.

"Oh, Stewart, that's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen!" Susan moaned.

"I wouldn't be surprised," the boy said. "Why don't you grab it and feel how hard it is? Go ahead, wrap your fingers around it and see how big and fat and hard it is. Go ahead!"

In a second, Susan had her fingers wrapped around his long stiff prick. It got her even hotter to be holding onto the big beautiful piece of meat. His hard cock was so hot in her hand. It was fat and hard and beautiful.