Wesley Damon: Hot pants teachers

"Would you mind coming here a minute, Dale?" she asked, in a throaty voice.

Sharon could see the look of surprise in his eyes as he glanced up from his desk. He was looking at her legs and she was sure he could see the tops of her nylons and perhaps a glimpse of bare thigh.

Slowly and almost suspiciously, he got up out of his seat and started walking toward her. Smiling provocatively at him, Sharon watched closely as he first became aware of her braless tits clearly on view beneath her filmy blouse. His eyes widened with surprise and excitement. Sharon knew she was blushing but she didn't care. She felt brazen but it was exciting.

Dale could not remove his eyes from her tits as he stepped up to her. In a flash, Sharon could see that it was going to be just as easy as Donna had said it would be. She relaxed and began to enjoy herself enormously.

"How would you like to stay after school and help me do something, Dale?" she asked in a teasing voice, letting her tongue roll lightly over her lips as she spoke.

She could see him gulp with surprise. "Well, sure," he stammered. "Okay."

Sharon playfully toyed with one of the buttons of his shirt. "That's fine, Dale," she told him, deliberately giving him bedroom eyes. "Come in here just as soon as you finish your last class."

"All right, Miss Harper," he agreed.

She thought she could see the gratitude in his eyes. "You won't be disappointed, Dale," she assured him, pulling his head down and kissing him warmly on the lips.

As Dale retreated to his seat, Sharon quickly retired to the small lounge at the back of the classroom where she donned her brassiere. Returning to the classroom, she could feel Dale's eyes on her as she went back to her desk. Other students were beginning to arrive and she noticed that most of the boys were having a hard time keeping their eyes off of her. Although she smiled flirtatiously at several of them, she reserved her more meaningful glances for Dale.

The fifty minute period went by with surprising swiftness. Each time she looked at Dale, she found him gazing steadily at her in a fascinated manner. "Don't forget what I told you!" she told him quietly as he left the room at the end of the period.

The remainder of the day passed much too slowly to suit her. In the cafeteria during the lunch hour, she could see that her provocative outfit received some disapproving glances from some of the faculty, but she was not in a mood to care about that. During the afternoon her anticipation began to mount, and she found herself totally unable to concentrate on her teaching duties. Her head was in a whirl as the final class for the day came to a conclusion.

As she had expected, Dale appeared in the door the instant the last student departed.

"Come in, Dale!" Sharon told him. "There's a little latch on the door that will lock it quite nicely."

Standing up behind her desk, Sharon watched as the teenager locked the door. Looking rather uncertain but expectant, he slowly walked over to her. She could feel his eyes inspecting her carefully, as if he were mentally undressing her. Sharon felt her heart pounding rapidly and smiled at him in an effort to conceal her apprehension.

"Sit down, Dale," she suggested, patting the back of her large desk chair.

"All right, Miss Harper," he replied, sitting down in the chair and looking expectantly at her.

"I think you can call me Sharon when we're alone like this," she told him with a smile. "After all, I'm not really that much older than you are, you know."

"Okay," he agreed.

"I'm glad you came, Dale," Sharon told him. "I hope you have nothing scheduled for the next hour or so."

"No," he replied.

"Good," she told him. "Now, first of all, relax. The maintenance staff never gets to this room for at least two hours after school."

As she spoke, Sharon gently slid herself down on his lap and made no attempt to keep her skirt from riding up. She could see the surprised look on his face, but he made no attempt to dislodge her. Without further ado, she leaned forward and baldly gave him an open-mouthed kiss. He seemed astonished and more than a little inexperienced, but at the same time responsive. With a pleased sigh, Sharon became aware of the bulge that was already forming in his thin slacks.

"I think you and I have a lot in common, Dale," Sharon told him with a teasing smile. "We're both the quiet type and I'll bet I could trust you with a secret."

"Sure," Dale replied. He seemed eager but unsure of himself.

Sharon deliberately worked her skirt back, exposing her stocking tops and bare white thighs. She could see the fascination in his eyes as he stared at her voluptuous thighs.

"Do you like my legs?" she teased, swinging her feet back and forth.

Dale nodded. Sharon took his hand and placed it on her nylon-clad thigh. Leaning forward once again, she kissed him firmly on the lips and allowed her tongue to extend. Their tongues met in a deep French kiss and Sharon could feel her excitement mounting. His young body felt hard and masculine against her, and she was dying to submit. She allowed her hand to brush against the front of his slacks, and her entire body seemed to respond as she felt his rigid cock pressing firmly against the thin material.

Becoming very dizzy, Sharon slid to her knees between his legs. Licking her lips and staring in anticipation, she reached for the front of his slacks with both hands and quickly pulled down the zipper. She spread his fly open with a firm yank, allowing his stiffly erect cock to pop out right in front of her. She gasped and her eyes widened with surprise as she gazed at the sleek reddish muscle standing powerfully erect in front of her. To her inexperienced eyes, it looked simply huge.

Impulsively and without even realizing what she was doing, Sharon leaned forward and planted a moist, excited kiss on the mushroom-shaped crown of his cock. Her right hand clasped the thick piece of meat in a firm grip and she squeezed it possessively. Her tongue came out automatically and she began rolling it over the large head. The velvety sleekness of the flesh covering that hard muscle was quite astonishing.

"I love it, Dale," she told him in an excited voice.

Obviously astonished by the attractive teacher's sudden assault, Dale sat silently in the chair with his eyes fastened intently on her.

Holding the thick cock in one hand, Sharon moved her face around in his lap, letting the head brush against her soft cheeks and probe gently into her eyes.

"I want to eat it, Dale," she told him. "But it's so big I don't know if I can even get it into my mouth!"

Forming her pretty mouth into a wide oval, Sharon took a deep breath and slowly lowered her mouth over the head of the boy's cock. She could sense Dale's pleased reaction as he suddenly felt a warm, wet feminine mouth surrounding his erect prick. Flicking gently but eagerly with her tongue, Sharon gradually worked the head between her teeth. The thick muscle pried her jaws apart in a manner that mixed discomfort and excitement.

It was a big and beautiful cock and deserved to be eaten. She wanted her mouth crammed full with it, even if it hurt. She could feel a delicious itch beginning to develop between her legs, as if her cunt were envious of the pleasures her mouth was experiencing.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned excitedly, nibbling and smacking with her lips to make clear how much she was enjoying sucking the boy's huge cock.

Allowing her self to become accustomed to it in gradual stages, she began working the cock in as far as she could. That sturdy masculine shaft was even larger than it looked. It forced her mouth wide apart and automatically triggered her salivary ands, quickly filling her mouth with saliva and forcing her to swallow with an audible gulp.

She could feel the head pressing against the roof of her mouth and paused to become adjusted to it. Her mouth was filled with cock, and she felt deliciously naughty and depraved and almost wished that others could see her doing such a thing. Pulling up her skirt, she began running her hand over the front of her panties to torment herself all the more. She hadn't realized she was so wet down there. She moved her head to one side, allowing the head of his cock to push outward against her cheek, and then turned her head the other way to achieve the same effect on the opposite cheek.