Donna Allen - Teacher fit to be tied

She told herself she wanted to fuck all of them. Then she changed her mind. Not all of them, Helen thought. She certainly didn't want to fuck the girls. Just the boys. All the boys in her class.

She was horny today and it was getting to her. Usually she kept the fires down, but today she'd felt it already in the morning. Her pussy was hungry again. Well, she did have a date with Stanley tonight, so that was something to look forward to. And in the meantime she could dream about these kids.

She did like to dream. The boys were certainly old enough to fuck. Some of them looked like they could show a woman a lovely time. She had never fucked a boy, not anyone as young as the boys in her class. Not ever. She'd been a virgin until she was twenty. A late bloomer, they called it. And then when she finally lost her cherry she didn't like it that much. She still didn't like it that much. She liked other things, but the fucking.

She could feel their eyes on her. Some of the boys in the class were always looking at her body when she was at the blackboard. She always knew it. They liked her tits. She knew what she had. Good tits, a solid ass, lovely legs. She rose up now and went to the blackboard to add something to the exercise they were doing.

Go on, look at my ass, she thought. Then she faced them and she felt their eyes on her tits again. She imagined one of the shy boys sucking her nipples. Jason Potter, that was his name. Shy eyes and freckles. She thought of her tits stuffing his mouth. She'd once caught him looking at her legs when her skirt had accidentally ridden up her thighs. Boys this age got so hot when you showed them anything. She always wore spike heels because she had great legs and she liked to be looked at. And they did look. Her boyfriend Stanley said she had the most gorgeous legs he'd ever seen. She liked to wrap her legs around Stanley's neck when he sucked her gash.

Now she imagined herself fucking one of the boys. She would have him eat her first. She imagined him sniffing at her pussy. She liked it when a man sucked her juices. She liked to see a man's mouth wet with her cuntjuice.

She really liked teasing men more than fucking them. It was so easy getting them hot for her. She liked the lust in their eyes when they looked at her body. It was fun to make their dicks come up for her.

If she did fuck one of these boys, she certainly wouldn't let him finish in her pussy. She'd hold his balls to feel when he was about to shoot off. She'd make him pull his prick out of her pussy before he came. His prick would come out of her cunt all red and wet. Then she would take hold of him, grab his little balls and his little pecker and bring him off with her hand so she could watch him spurt. She liked to see the slime shoot from a man's prick. She did it often to Stanley. She liked to tease Stanley until he couldn't stand it any more, and then when he finally shot off he would have a huge load for her, a geyser of jism spurting out of his prick.

This was last hour of the day and finally it was over and school was out. Helen was relieved. It was one of those days when she hated her job. She was so restless today. She'd been horny early in the morning and now she was hornier than ever.

She was happy to get out of the school. Of course the kids were happy too. They waved to her as she climbed into her little car and drove off. The little fuckers. They would die if she knew the fantasies she had about them.

She went home to shower and get dressed for her date with Stanley. The prospect of a nice evening improved her spirits, and by the time she walked into her apartment she was in a happy mood. She quickly stripped down to her underwear to get comfortable. She glanced at the building across the way to see if the old geck who spied on her was at his window again with his binoculars. She was disappointed when she failed to notice any sign of him. She was in the mood to show him a few things. Well, she would do it anyway. She'd pretend he was watching her again.

Humming to herself, she unhooked her bra and tossed it onto a chair in the living room.

She held her tits in her hands as she faced the mirror over the sofa. Oh Helen, I love your tits. They were round and solid, the dark nipples perfect. Stanley always went crazy over them. She fingered her nipples until they turned into hard little spikes. She still wore her pantyhose and heels, and she turned a bit to look at the curve of her ass and give the old fart across the way something to look at as well. Maybe someday she'd meet him in the street and invite him up here to suck her ass or something. You could always get a good suck out of an older man.

When at last she was inside the shower, she lathered up her body and then she started playing with her pussy. She tickled and pulled her thick cuntlips, then pushed two fingers inside her cunthole to feel the juice boiling in there. She did need to get off. It took only a moment of rubbing her clit to blow her cunt away. It was never difficult when she was hot like this. Her pussy was so swollen. She thought of doing it again, but then she decided no, she would wait.

When Stanley arrived at seven o'clock, he kissed her cheek and smiled at her and said she looked sexy. "You always look great. That's a new dress, isn't it?"

"I've worn it a dozen times."

"Well, it looks new. Everything always looks wonderful on you."

He did like to flatter her. He was always so eager. She could see the lust in his eyes. He was wild about her and she loved it.

They went out to dinner. The spike heels made her very tall, and when they walked into the restaurant she was aware of the men looking at her. She smiled to herself and wondered which of them wanted to suck her cunt. Maybe all of them. She told herself they were all hungry for her.

Especially Stanley. She sat beside him in a small booth. They ordered drinks and dinner. She started teasing him to amuse herself while they waited for the meal to arrive. He was always so easy to tease. She got him to talk about the way she looked tonight and before long she had him drooling over her tits.

"They always looked great," he said. "They're just tits, Stanley."

"They turn me on."

"Big enough for you?"

"I'll say they are."

She remembered the time she'd let him come on her tits. He'd thought it was so wonderful to shoot his spunk all over her nipples. Men were like little boys. If you knew how to handle them, you could do anything you wanted with them.

After dinner they went to a drive-in movie. She sat beside Stanley and wondered if his cock was hard yet. He always said that when he went out with her he had a hard-on most of the evening. She did like that. She teased his thigh with her fingers. Then after a while she slipped her hand into his lap and touched his prick through his pants.

"Mmmmm, that's like a rock."

Stanley chuckled. "You always turn me on, Helen."

He turned to kiss her. When he pushed his tongue against her lips, she opened her mouth to him. She didn't mind necking with him in the car as long as it was dark and no one could see them. She kept her hand on his cock, not doing anything except feeling it with her fingers. She never did anything serious with him in the car. As long as his cock stayed hard, she was satisfied. When Stanley had a hard-on, she had complete control over him and that's what she always wanted.

After the movie, she agreed to go to Stanley's place because it was closer than ha own. When they arrived at his little apartment, he opened a bottle of Scotch and they started drinking. She didn't like him drinking too much because sometimes he became too wild. But he seemed all right tonight and she told herself no matter what she could always handle Stanley.