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NOTE: This is a sequel to a previous story, "Foxy Teacher." For background and additional descriptions, see that story.
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Selma Fox smiled as she looked out at her Senior English pupils on the second day of class. It wasn't that they were all such outstanding students, because they were actually pretty ordinary. What brought about the smile was her memory of the terrific sex she had enjoyed with Jacob Olson on the previous evening, and how she intended to have more with Lincoln Carver after class that day. They were both 18 years old, so she wasn't worried about getting into any trouble over either of them. Sometime in the very near future, she hoped to have both boys call on her at the small apartment she rented near the school, but that was still something she had to arrange.
To put her plan in motion, she stood up and walked among the students to return the information sheets they had filled out the previous afternoon. On other days, Selma would have asked a member of the class to attend to this detail, but she wanted to make a point of stopping at Lincoln's desk. When she did, the horny teacher stood in front of him while he looked expectantly up at her. Bending over more than she really had to, Selma handed him his sheet, giving the young man a good look at her outstanding cleavage as she did so.
Lincoln Carver appreciated the display. Miss Fox, although she was known to be over forty years old, had an excellent figure, especially her breasts. There was also a rumor going around about how she sometimes had sex with some of the older boys. He doubted that it was true but, if it were, he fervently wished that he would sometime be one of those lucky guys, although he didn't really expect that to ever happen. Even so, his hopes rose, along wirh his erection, when he gazed at her big, luscious tits and she smiled and spoke to him.
"Mr. Carver, I need some additional information on one of these questions. Can you stay after class and supply it please?"
"Yes, Miss Fox."
Having scheduled what she thought of as another tryout for the position of her newest boytoy, Selma returned to the front of the classroom and spent most of the rest of the class period, which was the final one of the day, describing her expectations of the students that year and outlining how the class would be studying the entire text book. After assigning homework due the next day, the last few minutes of the period were spent removing everything from the top of her desk. She was known to do this every day, and she wanted to be sure everybody knew that, so nobody would attach any significance to it when she did it with the intention of sexually entertaining somebody on that surface.
The bell sounded, ending the school day and, everybody except her and young Lincoln left for the day. As the students filed out, Selma stood up and turned to the chalkboard to erase a few words. Her real reason for turning her back on the class was to unfasten another button on her blouse, so she could put even more of her breasts on display to the young man who would soon be standing at her desk and looking down at her.
Besides the low cut blouse, Selma was wearing a short skirt and, when she sat back down after doing the erasing, she pulled the hem up high enough to show off her thighs and the crotch of her sheer panties. Her legs were under the desk, so nobody leaving the room could see what she what she was showing off there, only Lincoln when he stopped by her desk as she had instructed him.
While he stood waiting, Selma scuffed out of her shoes, rolled her chair back out and turned it so she was facing him and giving him an even better look than he had gotten earlier at what she would be making available to him. Selma had long ago learned that subtlety in the process of seducing 18 year olds was a waste of their time and hers.
She smiled up at the tall black youth who was standing over her and noted the way his eyes kept moving back and forth between her breasts and the cameltoe that was visible in her panties. "Do you like what you see?" she asked him.
"Er, ah, um, what do you mean?" Lincoln thought he might be in trouble for staring lustfully at a teacher, and tried desperately to think of a way to make light of it.
Selma reached out and gently placed her left hand on the erection that looked as if it were trying to rip a hole in the young man's tight blue jeans. "Your hard cock tells me you do like what you see."
Lincoln was somewhat inexperienced, but not at all stupid. The actions of Miss Fox made him realize the rumors had been true, and that he was about to get a chance at what he had been wishing for earlier. He stood where he was, and the hand that had been placed on his growing erection became much more aggressive, as its fingers wrapped around his cock, which quickly became completely stiff, although still tightly encased in his pants.