Tim McGee - The Lusty Teacher

Every day in art class young Bobby Wills got a hard-on looking at Miss Harris' swell legs. Sometimes she would sit on the top of the desk and he could see between her big, pretty thighs. Wow! She had the best legs ever! What upset him the most was when Miss Harris used the blackboard. Just before she turned she would tuck her blouse into her skirt and take a deep breath. Every lad in the classroom held his breath. Miss Harris had tits that had to measure a full thirty – nine inches. At the start of the semester Bobby had watched to see if she got pissed when the boys eyeballed her tits. But Miss Harris was cool. It did not bother her and she seemed to be very proud of being a voluptuous female. He was not sure about her age. She appeared to be between twenty – five and twenty – eight.

However, Miss Harris was self – conscious about her pretty ass. She wore short tight skirts and when she turned her back the guys got an eyeful. Once in a while she would stretch up on her toes, which drew the skirt taut enough to cup her buttocks. Then it was easy to see how round and soft her cheeks were, and how they jiggled. Some days he could actually see the cut of her panties. That always made his penis even harder. When she drew on the hoard really fast, it made her ass shake like crazy. Sometimes it appeared as though Miss Harris was putting them on.

His cock would swell so big it almost busted through his jeans. He wanted to reach down and stroke it, to take the ache away, but there were girls seated all around him, so he was forced to sit there and shiver, holding back an ejaculation.

It was too much for some of the fellows. One day Louis Garcia got carried away and felt her ass. Miss Harris did not blow her top and she did not scold Louis. Then pretty soon some of the other boys started to make passes at her. At first she would snap around and indignantly sneer at the boys, silently saying, "Why don't you grow up, kid?" But she never spoke out or made a scene, which encouraged more and more guys to try to cop a feel. Pretty soon it was on the grapevine that there were free feels on Miss Harris. But Bobby did not have the nerve to do it. He felt the whole student body could get away with it, but the moment he would try – the roof would cave in on him.

After the end of the class the guys hung around until the girls had cleared the room so they could feel Miss Harris up real good. it pissed Bobby off to see the guys take advantage of a nice lady that way. They would line up, single file, and as each one passed her, he would reach out and grab – ass – then run lickety – split out into the corridor. One day, right after the bell rang, Stevie went up behind Miss Harris while she was bending over her desk, putting away watercolors, and rubbed his cock up against her ass. He humped her like a dog while she slowly straightened up, smiled, and twisted around. Stevie left the room and as Bobby tried to sneak out, hoping she thought he had not seen what had happened, she called out to him, "Just a minute, Bobby. Stay right where you are!"

She went to the doorway, looked out into the hall both ways, then closed the classroom door. She returned to her desk satisfied that the students had left for the day. She pulled the first two shades so the corner of that side of the room would be dark. She opened the door to the supply closet, and called him forward.

"Come sit here, Bobby. I want to talk with you. Her voice was shaky, like when you ponder something sinful. He stood before her with both hands shoved into his jeans.

"Yes, ma'am…"

"Is there something wrong, Bobby? You have a curious look on your face. You look pale."

"No. I – I was just wondering why you wanted me to stay after school. What did I do?"

"Nothing. I just want to have a chat with you. I think you have talent. Someday you'll be a fine artist, if you work hard. But you seem so preoccupied. Why? Don't you enjoy my classes?" She sincerely liked Bobby for his sensitivity, which she found rare in males today.

She sat on the chair beside her desk. From where he stood, he had a clear shot of her legs. She swung her chair around so he could see under her skirt while they talked. She pretended to be interested in hearing his answers while she stretched her legs out in front of her and made sure the skirt rode up high enough on her legs. Occasionally she rubbed the insides of her thighs as if they itched.

"I don't – don't know, ma'am. I just got something else on my mind, I guess. I don't know…"

"Stand still when I'm speaking to you. I want to help you. You don't want a bad grade, do you? I'm going to have to see a better effort on your part before I can pass you. Do you understand that?"

"I didn't know I was doing so badly in your class."

She paused, then asked, "Bobby – do you like me?" She looked quickly around the room as if there might be someone hiding in it. Then with both hands she slowly inched her skirt up over her crotch. "I like you a lot, Bobby. You're not like the rest of those bullies. I imagine they say all kinds of dirty things about me, don't they? Do they say they want to fuck me, Bobby? Bobby, Bobby, look at me, no, not in my eyes – down here. Can you see my pussy?" He shook his head. "I bet you can't guess how hot it is. You know why, Bobby? You make it that way…"

He could say nothing.

"Move your hands, Bobby. Let me see you. May I see if it's hard or not…?"

Bobby, stunned, dropped his arms to his sides. He could not look her in the eyes, and he felt flushed. This grown woman was actually looking at his prick. He was afraid it would not be as big as some of the others she had seen. She licked her lips, looking at his crotch. What did that mean?

She rolled her buttocks on the chair, leaning back to project her pussy – center. She reached down and grabbed the insides of her panties and pulled them taut over her cunt. It swelled up and for a second Bobby thought she was a boy too.

"Have you ever seen a woman's pussy before, Bobby?"

"No, no – not right up close. I mean, I've seen pictures."

"Have you ever had a girl before?"

She pulled the material to one side and her open gash peeked out at him. It was blinding. The long pink slit was contracting and winking at him. The hairs were curling everywhere over it and down the sides of her soft thighs.

"No… no…

"But I bet you know how. Did you ever see your mommy and daddy doing it? If you have, then that's all you have to do. Follow me, Bobby."

She stood up and gapped her legs, rubbing her cunt the way a man would warm up his dick.

She went to the dark corner and stood by the open supply – room door. She looked back at him where he hesitated at the side of the desk. Bobby would not budge. She swallowed her pride and went back to lead him into the closet.

There was not much room to move about inside the closet. There were art supplies and a mop and bucket, and shelves of paints. She was standing so dose to him that he could feel the heat radiating from her body. The sweet perfume of her femininity rocked his male senses. Pussy! Pussy!

"What are you afraid of, Bobby?"

"Nothing, Miss Harris…"

"Then open your jeans for me. You're not shy, are you?"

"No ma'am, but… but… but…"

"Here, I'll do it. You must realize that you're a big boy now."

He wanted to reach out into the darkness to where he thought her pussy would be. He wanted In the worst way to squeeze one of her big titties. They could not be as huge as they looked, could they? But instead he stood rigid, feeling her fingers fumble with his belt buckle, then brush inside his waistline to press the heel of one palm hard into his penis, while the other massaged under his nuts.