It was nearing the end of yet another boring day in college, I was thankful that it was Friday and that in a few hours the weekend would be here. As I left the second before last lesson of the day, packing my bags I remembered which class I had next, and couldn't help but smile.
You see around about mid-term the regular I.T teacher had gotten sick and had to leave us, which wasn't surprising seeing as she had to be about 100 years old and looked as if a sudden gust of wind would shatter her into dust.
This meant we had to have a new teacher, everyone expected some wrinkly old tramp whose attitude would resemble that of Hitler. SO you can imagine our surprise the first time we saw her, all the boys jaws seemed to clench up as if to avoid caving through the floor. She was about medium height, long wavy hair that seemed to move as if being blown by the wind, even if all the windows and doors were shut. Her body was slender and firm in all the right places, yet with a few added curves which added to her attractiveness, she had an ass that most girls would die for, firm and tight with a slight jiggle, and big juicy firm tits, which caused any top or blouse she wore to seem extra tight.
I myself am around 5'11, medium build with muscly arms, a bit of extra weight but I tried to hide it as best I could, I have brown eyes, and ark blonde hair. Your usual college student, spending most weekends drinking and chilling with friends. However when it comes to women my luck varies from nil to that of what you may call a 'man whore'. It is true that sometimes I had the habit of moving from one woman to the next. But recently I have been having a bit of a dry spell. It seemed like forever since I had last felt the warmth of a woman's' tight wet haven around my raging manhood, which may have explained my lust towards the new teacher.
I seemed to be spending most of every single lesson with her imagining what she would look underneath her clothing, picturing what kind of lingerie was underneath covering her most private areas, whilst at the same time trying to hide my raging hard-on under the desk.
So as I walked toward the last lesson, looking forward to seeing what she was wearing today. I effortlessly wove my way through the crowds of other students who were also making their way to their next class, some discussing their plans for the weekend, others complaining about how much of a tosser/bitch their teacher was.
In no time at all I found myself outside the last class, when suddenly I had an idea, I simply walked down the hall and walked through the courtyard doors, and whilst stood outside overlooking the college grounds I light up a cigarette as I thought of what the consequences for being late could be, of course being a college student most of my daydreams turned sexual to some extent. After 5 minutes I dropped what remained of the cigarette and walked casually into the class looking around, but there seemed to be no sign of her, as I walked to my seat the door closed, and as I turned around I almost jamp out of my skin. "Holy s,,,." I exclaimed, she was standing right behind the door with what I thought was a look of anger and disappointment.
"So good of you to join us Mr Griffiths, thank you for blessing us with your presence." She said with an obvious note of sarcasm.
But as she spoke it was too late my eyes were already looking at her figure, to my delight she was wearing a very tight and mid-thigh short skirt, and a very tight blouse which seemed a little see through. "No problem Miss, glad I could pleasure you." I said winking cheekily before taking my seat in front of the computer, smiling as I noticed her cheeks had become a little red as she stood there almost gobsmacked.
Then as she continued with her lesson, I did my usual, making sure she couldn't see my screen and using the internet to check my e-mails and messages on various sites. Then I for some unknown reason logged onto the schools message board site, and noticed that Miss had indeed got a private message board of her own, and before I could even think, my hands were typing a message.
'Well hello Miss, glad I could pleasure you with my presence. ;). Maybe you'd like to see how else I could Pleasure you? (Presses send). A smirk came across my face hearing her computer beep as my friends either side looked at my screen and stifled their laughs giving me pats on the back as I swiveled side to side in the chair.
Walking over to her computer as she talked she looked around continuing to talk about whatever it was she was trying to teach at the time. She quickly opened her messages, and I could see her mouth fall open as she looked from the screen to me and back. She must have thought I was messing as I winked at her, as she began rapidly typing her reply.
"That is very inappropriate language to use with a teacher Mr Griffiths, if you are not careful I will have to report your behavior to both the head teacher and your parents! ;)"
Me: "Well, why not deal with my ' behavior' yourself?" I chuckled as quietly as I could.
Teacher: "Enough! I can see your behavior will not improve, so you will be staying behind after class and cleaning the ENTIRE classroom, and I will inspect your work when you are done, and if it is not to my satisfaction you will re-do it."
Me: "Well as long as you're gentle, you can inspect me all you want ;) I look forward to our after-class date baby ;)"
She looked sternly and shocked at the same time as she quickly logged off, her cheeks turning red once more.
As the lesson progressed I could see her looking over at me, and each time she did I winked and jokingly blew her a kiss.
Detention!
The end of day bell rang and everyone was packing up and rushing out as if the room were on fire, and as I stayed behind to expect my 'punishment', I was glad I did not have to stand, as spending an entire lesson watching the sexy teacher walking round the classroom, her tits bouncing and her ass shaking, had got me all hot under the collar, as well as a hard-on that would put the Eiffel tower to shame. She walked toward the door closing it behind the last student wishing them all a goodbye as she closed the blinds, she turned to looked at me.
"Well Mr Griffiths, it seems your attitude knows no bounds. I could have you expelled for using such profanity on the college network, let alone toward a teacher." She said in an almost seductive tone as she walked toward my desk. And I could swear her hips were swaying more from side to side with each step, and that she had undone a few more buttons on her white blouse revealing more of her big firm tits.
Standing at the edge of my desk she looked at me and then toward the computer screen, then back to me and I saw her eyes suddenly drop to my lap, I knew she could see my obvious erection pushing against the fabric of my jeans.
"Now, as for your punishment...." She stopped seeing me lean back in my chair, sliding my legs from under the desk and revealing the full obviousness of my erection to her gaze as she looked at it, her words seemed to be lost to her as stayed in my chair, swinging back and forth enjoying the fact my teacher was staring at my erection as clear as day.
"Yes Miss? My punishment?" I said standing up and walking toward her, she seemed to be lost in a daze and paralyzed. "See, I don't think you even want to punish me, I think you just wanted me all alone with you, I saw you smile and blush when I messaged you before, and I know you've undone a few buttons on this blouse." I continued looking down her blouse as I walked up behind her before quickly and without hesitating, placed my hand on her hip gently turning her around, and pushing her back against the desk. "Still can't talk eyy Miss? Well, maybe this will help." I said cupping her firm breast under her shirt and through her bra, feeling the warm of her heaving bosom as her breath became more shallow and quicker, snapping her out of her trance.
"HEY! What on earth do you think you are doing? Get your hand out of my clothing right this instant." She exclaimed trying to pull my hand out. My reply was simply rubbing and squeezing her breasts more, flicking my thumb over her nipple through the very thin soft material. As my other hand slid round her waist and cupping her firm succulent ass through her skirt which seemed to have rose up as her body rubbed against the desk. She was continuing to try and fight to get my hand out of her blouse, but with less effort.
"You can say that all you want, but I can tell your enjoying this, your nipples are as hard as little rocks and your breathing is getting heavier. We both know you want this, so just relax and let me take care of you. Unless that is you're afraid you won't be able to keep up with a young troublemaker like me. " Without waiting for a reply I slid my hand from her firm ass to the front, slowly lifting he skirt up more and more until it was up around her waist, I stepped back slightly, keeping her firm breast in my hand and from there I could see what lingerie she had beneath. "Well, well. Someone is wearing some very sexy underwear today Miss, a black lace thong, and a matching bra. Very nice, and what is this?" I move my hand between her legs feeling her mound through the thong. "Oh, someone does protest too much, look at how wet you already ar. You really are enjoying having your body felt up by a student in class aren't you?" I said continuing to rub her tight sweet pussy through her thong, as I slid the other hand under her bra, enjoying the feel of her warm bare flesh in my soft hands, feeling her hard nipple poking into my palm.
"Anthony,,,, stop. You,,, you can't do this. I...I'm your teacher, it's wrong. Stop right now and I won't have you expelled. Oh god!" She exclaimed feeling me pinch her nipple with my thumb and finger.
