High school English teacher Michele Buttafuco stood at the front of her classroom before a room full of horny 18-year old teenagers and knew she was losing control.
She wasn't losing control over her class, however. Despite the boring subject, English composition, she kept her classroom of 20 horny young men and bitchy girls mesmerized with her long flowing black hair and her translucent blouses that barely hid the bra supporting her lovely D breasts. She typically wore knee-length, business-like skirts that were tight around the hips, firmly displaying the panty lines tracing her exquisite round ass. She knew what they thought of her -- she knew they were obsessed with her sexuality, and every time she turned around to write on the board she could feel all eyes transfixed by her wiggle...
She was only 31 years old, just burgeoning as a woman. Of mixed Italian and Irish blood, Michele had been a chubby girl growing up, never the prettiest or most popular, and in college she still experienced weight problems. However, a nasty breakup and a sudden interest in exercise and fitness had allowed her to shed some 20 pounds and she had suddenly become hot.
She loved the attention she got at Saint Ricardo's, the little parochial school in New Jersey that she taught at, aimed at Catholics who were concerned with the moral turpitude in public education and sent their children to this school to protect their innocence.
A classroom full of innocent but horny young men... It made her breath quicken just thinking of it. She knew the young men talked about her incessantly and she had even heard some of these conversations -- did she suck dick? Take it up the ass? Oh, wouldn't they like to know the truth...
She even made a game of it. She called it Pop-a-Boner. At certain times of the class she would have the students do quiet reading or writing; at these times, she would sit beside each male student in turn in his seat beside him, hip pressed against his. Ostensibly, she only wanted to be closer to his composition and thus be more capable of offering her guidance, but she was also turning these horny little fuckers on, and she got a little thrill watching their boners pop up in their trousers. This was the main reason she never showed up in class without panties: she knew she would be leaving wet smears on every young man's seat...
But while this was a fun little game for her she didn't notice as she grew progressively more obsessed by the fantasy. After a day of teaching, instead of exhaustion she would feel exhilaration, high on lust and endorphins, and spend hours playing with her dildos and anal beads. Her fantasies involved being in front of her classroom -- only the young men present in her fantasy -- and doing a striptease for them, and all of them taking out their youthful hard cocks, and she on her knees stroking their cocks with her huge beautiful breasts, licking them, sucking on them, and deepthroating them. Then, she would get onto the ground on her hands and knees and let them fuck her pussy one after another, pounding her, sliding their huge cocks into her greasy battered asshole, each one cumming powerfully inside her...
Of course she would never actually seduce her students. She knew well what the fate of women who indulged in that fantasy, ate of that forbidden fruit, and she just wasn't that stupid. She felt that she could successfully maintain this balance between her fantasies and her reality of being an educator of youth.
Or so she thought.
While she played with that fantasy pretty much every night, another fantasy grew alongside it. This was a deeper, more romantic fantasy involving a young man in her class: Jimmy Green. Jimmy was a quiet young man, with a slight frame and pale skin, a small face, prominent nose, and grayish-brown hair that curled up long around his head like a halo, and thick, full lips...
He wrote science fiction stories and was both eloquent and creative, and she occasionally spoke to him about writers he liked.
Although he could be goofy and playful and wasn't always well behaved, he had a soulfulness about him, something behind those eyes that revealed a deep sensitivity and perhaps even a deep pain. She could see also the love for her in his eyes every time he looked at her, the aching longing for her.
Still, she didn't fantasize about him in particular until one day, during class change when all the upper grade students were lined up in the hallway. She was wearing a tight turtle neck sweater which she knew hugged, cupped and accentuated her breasts, and she knew she was driving the young men crazy.
She felt little Jimmy's eyes on her and she turned to him and gave him a smile, such a sweet young man!
She wasn't expecting, however, that he would suddenly pop a huge boner that tented out the front of his pants. He turned bright red and quickly hid his erection behind his books.
But before he hid it, her eyes lit up in amazement and her jaw dropped, suddenly breathless. She couldn't believe how large his cock was, could it be 9 inches? Or how quickly his erection had sprung up in his pants. She stared right into his eyes with a look of wonder and excitement on her face and her pussy was instantly awash as she was filled with desire for this young man.
And that was the beginning of her obsession with this teen. She wanted him. She wanted his heart, his soul, and his massive cock. She wanted it all.
Her fantasies of fucking the whole class slowly gave way to a fantasy of keeping him after class, of waiting until the whole school was empty -- it was a small Catholic school after all, with only about 20 students per class -- seducing him, and finally, getting her hands, and mouth... on his huge cock.
Stop thinking about that! She would admonish herself after a particularly intense masturbation session, guilt finally seeping in. It's impossible! He's only a young man... this will fuck him up. She also knew that she just wanted it; she wanted it so bad she felt almost helpless before her desire.
It kept getting worse. She would lie sleepless in bed, her bedsheets damp with sweat and girl cum as she played out one fantasy after another. Every time she looked at him she felt her face burning as her pussy became instantly wet. She tried to distance herself but his puppy eyes kept drawing her back,
The way he stared at her, the way he instantly became erect, blushing brightly, every time she smiled at him, a reaction so adorable that it only made her hornier. She felt so intoxicated by his ardor.
God, she would teach him, train him, eat him, use him like a toy, fuck him, slide his big cock in all her holes...
When the students were busy with their compositions she would still play her little game of pop-a-boner but it had lost the allure it had once had. Sitting beside her little paramour, Jimmy, however, became far more fraught as her hips would press hard against his, her hand dropping to his lap, her long nails grazing ever so gently tracing out the length of his raging hard cock. These forays, ever so cautious and subtle at first became increasingly brazen until one afternoon she firmly grasped his cock between her fingers and stroked it through his pants even as class continued, harder and harder... stop!
She walked quickly to the front of the class, breathing heavily, shocked by her own behavior. During the break between classes she hurried to the bathroom with her bag. There in the little bathroom beside the cafeteria she removed the 8 inch dildo she always carried in her bag and plunged that rubber rod deep inside her gushing aching pussy. Again and again she squirted all over herself trying trying trying to get her head straight until, four orgasms later, there was a knock at the door.
"Are you ok in there, Miss Buttafuco?" Sister Mary, the principal!
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," she blurted out, breathless and flushed, her orgasm still flowing through her, her heart and eyes glowing. "It's... it's that time of the month."
"Ok. Take your time."
Oh my god... she whispered as she unrolled a big clump of toilet paper and proceeded to wipe girl cum off of her smooth flat belly, her hips, her shaved pelvis, the toilet seat and even all over the floor. But she felt better, yes, relief gushed through her, she felt in control. She could do this...
The last class of the day was finally over and she was ready to go. She was on her way out when she realized that the A2 homeroom light was still on. She walked over, opened the door and peaked in. At the front of the room, the math and science teacher, Sister Janet, sat doing paperwork while Jimmy sat miserably at a desk in the rear.
"Hi, Sister Janet, is everything ok?"
Sister Janet, an older nun who still wore a habit and simple frock dress but also basketball shoes. She was a favorite among the boys for her love of sports, and Michele was pretty sure she was a lesbian. At least she was kind and personable, for the most part anyway. "What? Oh, hi Miss Buttafuco, yes everything is fine, it's just this young man is holding me up. I'm supposed to referee a game tonight but this young man is once again in detention and I can't leave before 4 o'clock. I guess Jimmy likes detention because he's here almost every day."
Jimmy... She looked down the row of desks, the yellow lighting on the dingy white and yellow tiled floor, the old fashioned desks, and her paramour so near... "I'm surprised to hear that, Jimmy," she said, her voice hoarse and thick. She heard the tension in her voice and cleared her throat, hyper aware of the risks she was about to take. "Why are you in detention so much, Jimmy?"
