I had been a teacher for many years and had watched many pupils grow up from kids into young adults. Some looked cute and became not so cute as they added years. Some ugly badly behaved kids changed into gorgeous teenagers. Being married and a teacher put me way out of the picture in my head. I kept my distance from students even those 18 years or older, as a professional person teachers are not expected to get involved with pupils.
Very attractive young men showed interest in me and I enjoyed ignoring their lust for me. I frequently overheard pupils talking about my chest, ass or legs. So I knew I was held up high in regard of being sexually desirable. It all added to my self confidence and built it up over time.
But as time move on and years passed by my large chest drooped slightly, my ass wobbled more, because being less firm and my thighs thicken up as I put a bit of weight on. To counter this I started to wear more sexy clothes for work. At first I was unaware of what I was doing. The lust of pupils continued and I was happy to be wanted even in my late thirties. I had short skirts, thin blouses, low cut tops, skirts with slits, stockings, suspenders, frilly French knickers, high hell shoes and long hair that went blond once I hit 30.
My hubby Frank, was a joiner, he worked in the building trade on new houses for a company called Blue Queue. He was known by his friends and colleagues as "Frank the Plank" as despite being good at his craft he was not the cleverest person. He had been passed over for promotion by younger colleagues several times because he was not that bright.
When I started teaching I played no part in after school activities. But after a while I took part in day trips and after class revision support. Increased time with and helping pupils lead me to attend fund raising evenings such as Race Nights. At the end of the school year, the Head Teacher suggested I should come to the prom nights. For the first few Prom nights I attended, I maintained an authoritarian demeanor. But eventually I was encouraged to lighten up by other staff as it was the last time I would see some pupils who had been in my classes for 7 years. So I had a few drinks, circulated amongst pupils and even started to dance when asked.
Gradually I began to let only pupils who were adult age to get rewards for hard work they had done over the years in my classes. Hands on my body while slow songs played started all this off. I wore a backless dress one prom night and hands caressed my bare skin, squeezed my shoulders and some even tried getting their fingers under the cloth of my dress at the sides to steal a feel of the edge of my large breasts. I then felt my buttocks being gripped, my neck being kissed, hard erections being pushing against my tum and my legs being worked apart and then a leg pressed up against my pussy!
I began to look forward to Prom Night, because each year a bit more excitement or sexual stimulation happened as my loving with Frank became less often and followed a boring exact routine every time, in the missionary position. Mundane.
Frank and I had begun our married life with contraception pills taken by me for our first five years together. Then when we were both ready to start a family I gave up taking the pill. Nothing happened despite making love every night. After a couple of years it was apparent one of us was defective in the fertility department.
It was clear to me that Frank, if his sperm count was the cause of no pregnancy, would lose more self confidence. Plus he did not want to undertake medical tests as he had anxiety about hospitals and Doctors. So we didn't check who of us was the one preventing us having kids. I just stayed off the pill and hoped one day Frank would get me pregnant.
Life moves on and some older married couples sex lives drop down to once a week or even once a month. I was in this boat when the Ennis family brought Phil to the school to start classes at age 11. He was a cute kid, with a lovely face, hair and larger build than the average 11 year olds. He was excellent at sports, not so good at doing exams.
I spent time with Phil in after school revision classes and identified his learning style issues and adjusted his revision techniques just in time for him to pass his O levels at 16 and stay into 6th form. It was Phil who when 18 got me very horny by dancing with me nearly as much as with Debbie his prom partner. Phil was a very good looking 18 year old. He was very grateful to me for spending time getting his study skills sorted out. I had a love bite on my neck, both nipples had discretely been felt and twisted like radio tuners dials, bum cheeks were bright red with being tightly gripped and the crotch of my nickers were soaked after his large thigh and wide erection had rubbed against my pussy most of the Prom Night evening. With hindsight I believe he could have taken me that night had he wanted to. Instead he left with Debbie and I did not see him after that night.
So it was a surprise when in September's new intake of 11 year olds an equally cute kid started. Peter Ennis was Phil's younger brother. All his chums referred to him as "Whopper". I thought the name came from Burger King. Peter must have liked their Whoppers to get that nickname.
Peter was even taller, stronger and had a more amazing physique than Phil his brother. But once in Revision classes both of us found he had the same learning difficulties as his brother. Only with Pete he was sorted out much earlier in his school days. So he had several years more and time to learn and remember subject info. Thus he scored higher marks than Phil had done in my lessons.
Exam time arrived when Pete was 16. He passed with flying colours. He got Grade A in all 9 "O" level exams he took. He gave me massive hugs and squeezes to show his affection towards me after getting his exam results.
Pete said "You are the reason I did so well in the exams, you sorted out my learning style issues when I arrived at school. Without you I would not be here today so pleased." He gave me another hug and big squeeze before holding me close for ages.
Into 6th form, Pete went and I taught him for a further two years doing A levels. I was sat on a desk one day in class, when Pete put his hand up.
"What? Ennis."
I said to Pete who sat in front of the desk I had sat on while talking.
"Miss" He said. "I can see all the way up between your legs and your pink frilly knickers!"
I was shocked for several seconds. Then stood up. In front of the other students I answered.
"Well you should not be looking up my skirt! Should you?" Peter's face went bright red, blushing.
"Stay behind after this lesson I will have some punishment arranged for your bad behaviour!"
Pete remained seated as all his 18 year old classmates left.
"Why on Earth did you say, I can see all the way up between your legs and see your knickers?" I asked.
"Well I just could" said Peter.
