"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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My name is Jonathan J. Johnson. I'll let you guys guess what my middle name is. Let's just say that my parents are both OCD. Everybody calls me Jonnie.
I'm a Senior at The Virginia Bell Regional High School outside of Skokie Illinois.
I turned 19 just before my senior year started and that meant I was the oldest student in my class. This is because when I was a young child my parents were missionaries in Africa and I caught a very rare jungle fever. It was nip and tuck for a few months but I survived.. I was hospitalized for almost an entire calendar year.
This resulted in my being a year behind all my peers in school and it caused me to be shorter than I would have been otherwise. So here I am, 19 years old and I stand 5'6" in my stocking feet.
To compensate for my short stature I work out a lot. Maybe that's my OCD? Anyway, I'm muscular and have an extremely low body fat. Under five percent most of the time. There is one other physical abnormality that I have. But we will get to that soon enough.
The first few days of school were hectic, as usual. Finding out where my classes were, who my teachers and classmates were. You know, the usual.
But after a few day things fell into a rhythm. When I was finally able to get my head up I noticed a few things. One: there were the usual number of girls in my classes that I found attractive. Two: my home room teacher was way better looking than any of the students! She was a fox! I mean she was amazing! Ms. B was new to the school. She had been hired over the summer. So she was leaning the ropes the same way the rest of us were.
Ms. B was almost exactly my height. But in the short heels that she always wore she was taller than I was. I had to look up into her eyes.
Dark hair, which she parted in the middle and fell to just below her shoulder. Brown eyes highlighted by the mascara and make-up that she wore (a little unusual for a teacher). Plush cupid-bow lips (which alway had lipstick) added to the native good looks that she was blessed with. She also wore black-rimmed glasses which I thought added to her good looks!
Sexy in a nerdish kind of way, you know? She kind of looked like Velma from Scooby-Doo. But in real life. And prettier. And bustier. Did I mention that Ms. B was stacked? Even under the blazers that she always wore you could tell that she was really well built!
Ms. B had a smoking hot body under her ever-present blazers. Oneother thing that stood out was the fact that her skirts were short! Almost inappropriately short! And she wore dark stockings! She had magnificent legs!
Ms. B was also my Comparative Lit. teacher. So I had her at the start and end of each school day as well as three classes a week. The Comparative Lit class was AP and there were only 12 of us in the class. None from my home room.
Well, to get to the point:
It started on day In home room. I dropped my binder. All my pens and pencils fell out onto the floor. Along with my papers. It was a mess. As I was getting ready to pick up all the crap Ms. B stepped up across from me.
As I watched she squatted down to help. Her skirt rode up her legs and I got a look almost all the way to her panties! She was wearing stockings, not pantyhose. I could see the snaps from the garter belt that was connected to her hose! I even got a glimpse of her thighs.
I bent over to pick up the papers while she gathered the pens and pencils. She was pivoting and swiveling from side to side as she worked. Every time she swung from side to side her skirt moved up her thighs a little bit. I kind of stopped working and was just watching those amazing legs flex and bend as she slowly picked up one pen after another.
When she handed me the pencils I thought I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. She didn't stand up immediately. Instead she remained crouched in front of me while I kept gawking. I finally stood up and mumbled a quick, "Thanks" before I put my binder back together.
Ms. B. slowly stood up, brushed her hands over her skirt and smiled at me. "I'm glad to help, Jonnie. See you this afternoon." She turned and sashayed to the front of the classroom. I watched her ass tick-tock all the way. Was she really showing off for me? Naw, no way!
That afternoon Ms. B. made it a point to ask how the day had gone. And she picked a bit of lint off my shoulder while she stood in front of me. I heard someone behind me mutter "Teacher's pet." but I couldn't tell who had said it.
The next couple of days were normal. Well, except that Ms. B. made it a point to smile at me in homeroom and once I swear she licked her lips while she was looking at me. But that was all.
The next week in Comp Lit we had a couple of reading assignments. Ms. B. had a student read passages out loud from each reading and then led a discussion period.
She would wander around the room while the student was reading and then return to the front of the room to lead the discussion. On one occasion she stopped in front of my desk. She smiled placidly at me and leaned over my desk.
"I appreciate your participation," she spoke softly. "It does seem to be warm in here today, don't you think?" As she spoke her hand was tugging at the neckline of her v-necked sweater. I couldn't help myself. I watched as she fluttered the neckline, allowing me to get a glimpse of her upper chest and the swells of her bosom that was pushed into view by her brassiere. She grinned at me while letting me get an idea of how well built she was. And she WAS well built!
As she moved back to the front of the room she made a point to pull her short skirt tight against her butt as she went. And she smiled at me when she got to the front of the room. She was flirting with me! Swear to God she was! I have to admit that I panicked a little. I rushed out of the classroom as soon as the period was over.
And I was right about the flirting! She would catch my attention in class and while I was looking at her she would run her tongue around her lips! She would smirk at me while doing this. Some times she would stop in front of my desk and make a point to pull her neckline down so I could admire her chest. Which was huge!
Then one day Ms. B pushed the envelope.
Ms. B was helping the girl in front of me. She was leaning over her shoulder to point out something in the text. As she did so she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. This caused her ass to twitch back and forth not more than two feet in front of me. Back and forth. Back and forth!
As I watched her skirt rode up farther and farther until I could see her panties. Again she was wearing hosiery with a garter belt! Really sexy! At one point she looked back over her shoulder. When she saw that I was looking she smiled at me and, Honest to God, she WINKED at me!
And then she took it to another level!
She turned back to the student and as I watched she slid her hand between her legs and began to finger her pussy though her panties! In no time at all there was a large wet stain and then moisture began to trickle down her leg!
She worked with the girl for a little longer and then stood up. She turned to ward me and made a show of licking off her fingers! The ones that had been working so hard between her legs! She smiled at me, extended her tongue to clean off her fingers and palm then sauntered to her desk up front. She pulled her skirt down as she walked to the front of the class.
Later that day in homeroom at the end of the day Ms. B took attendance as usual. There was only a few minutes until the end of the school day. As we waited at our desks Ms. B. stood in front of me and unbuttoned her blazer. Standing as close to me as she could she parted her jacket and held it open so I could see her blouse. It was white, with buttons up the front. Those buttons were pulled tight by her breasts! She pulled her shoulders back, took a deep breath and shimmied herself left and right. I watched, entranced, as her big tits rocked and bounced under that blouse. Her nipples popped out to press against the fabric.
Her pelvis was pressed against the corner of my desk. It was rocking up and down as she smirked down at me over the overhang of her boobs!
While I stared Ms. B took another deep breath. The top button of her blouse popped open. Then the second! Now I had a really good view of her fabulous cleavage. I was able to see the edges of her bra cups and the inner swells of her boobs as they rose and fell in her bra. It was a low-cut bra that exposed all of her cleavage!
Still smiling down at me she reached in with one hand and caressed her breasts. Then she pinched each nipple in turn, tweaking and pulling on them before she started to squeeze her boobs. Her hand wasn't large enough to fully contain her mams, but she was holding them, shaking them for me to watch and bouncing on her heels to cause her breasts to dance under her blouse. It was sexy as hell!
I was stiff as a board in my pants. A fact which did not get missed by Ms. B. Still smiling at me she leaned over the desk which caused her boobs to almost fall out of her blouse.
She slowly drew her index finger up the bulge that my hard on had caused.
