To begin, I have always enjoyed the site of my teachers in school, and since I was a horny teenager, most of my masturbation fantasies were supplied by them. I am 18, and I'm in Westwood High, situated in California. I have jet-black hair, blue eyes, and a rugged body. I was also pushing through my 6'5 feet tall. In other words, I was the center of many girls' attentions, which was also helped by the fact that I was Captain of the Football team, and had the scars and broken bones to prove it.
However, none of the girls' bodies seemed to catch my eye, other then those of my teachers'. They all seemed to be heaven to my eyes, and horny heaven to my dick. As soon as I got into class, I would have a never ending boner, that would only seem to droop after 3 masturbation sessions during the recess. Mrs. Randa was my English teacher. She was about 5"4, and reached and was about a head shorter then me. She was in her early 30's, and had the body of a juicy twenty-four year old. She had auburn hair, darkish green-hazel eyes, and pouty lips that seemed to be naturally red as cherries. Her breasts were no less then a 36D cup, and the clothes she wore generally revealed her womanly curves, that seemed to be just a tad fatter then they should be. But it suited her, trust me, and she was the main attraction to many boys in our school. The only small problem that I faced was the fact that she was married, and had two kids. Luckily, they were in another school, and her husband picked them up everyday.
Owing to the fact that I was a normal English fanatic, and paid proper attention in her class, I quickly rose to one of her favorites, and spent a few breaks in her office discussing the rest of the class. During class, I was always the one she asked to answer her questions, and I was always too happy to oblige.
This story begins however, one day, as we had a vocabulary period. It seemed that some students had borrowed her book, and not bothered to return it, so she stood next to me, and followed up in my book. Soon, the whole class was immersed in anything but what she was doing, and she was fighting to keep control over them. At that moment, her legs bumped into my shoulders, and I could feel the soft curves of her sex. Instantly, my penis grew, and the fact that I had a hard-on was clearly visible through my shorts. She didn't seem to notice our brief contact, and she moved away from me temporarily to quite down a few students, then returned. She looked down at the book, and I heard a small gasp, as her eyes strayed from the book, to my shorts, and I was caught.
To my relief, she didn't say anything, or send me out of class, but she moved away, and began to follow up in my classmate's book. Suddenly, and not a moment too soon, the bell rang, and signaled the end of the period. I was making to run out of the room, when I heard her gentle voice ask to see me for a few moments. She waited till all the other students filed out, and dragged me to the side.
"Alex, I know that you are in your teen-times, as you call it, but I think that you should have made some effort to conceal that... that..."
"Hard-on?" I helped.
"Well, Yes! That." she replied, "ok, ok. Just don't mention it to anyone, and we'll let it slide this time. Okay?"
"Sure, Miss. I'll just go now..."
I hastily made to get out of the room in a second, but I couldn't seem to forget how her tender sex had felt on my arm, and my masturbation was increased by a few times. It just wouldn't go down.
Two weeks later, everything was back to normal, and she continued to sit with me, and chat during the breaks. But my thoughts were always straying, while she spoke, and I had constant mental images of her reaching over to me, and pulling my cock out of my jeans, and slowly suck me to orgasm. During one particular recess, during the end of the term, the heat was getting to everybody, and since the school's cooling system was broken, everybody was wearing there most summery clothes. The guys were all wearing there gym clothes, which consisted of shorts, and a sleeveless shirt. The girls were all dressed in tank-tops, and similar shorts. The teachers were free to wear what they wanted as well, and Mrs. Randa chose to wear a tank-top that was decorated with flowers and butterflies, and a short skirt that only seemed to magnify how feminine and curvy she was. I couldn't help myself, and had a raging hard-on within seconds, and was just waiting for the first chance I got to pounce on her, and bury my 9.5" cock in the depth of her warmth.
Again, she noticed my hard-on while looking at me, and I knew she had. However, she didn't say anything, and just kept on talking to me. Then she reached for her pen, and started playing with it in a way, that seemed like it was almost going to fly from her hand any minute, and land directly in front of me. Feeling suddenly brave, and with my dick playing with my thoughts, I suddenly decided to see how far I could penetrate her defenses. Our conversation today was diets, and the future.
"Yes, I'm on a very strict diet, my husband keeps telling me I'm getting fat!" she was raging at the moment.
"I don't think you need it though..." I said, slowly beginning to blush. She noticed that too.
"Haha. Oh Alex, you do make me laugh sometimes, but I know you. In about 10 years, you're gonna be a fitness freak. You're going to go to the gym regularly, and you're going to be sexy as hell! Then you're gonna meet some lucky lady, who's going to fall for you, and you'll be successful in life."
