Selma Fox looked at the Senior English Class and considered which lucky young man would be her boytoy that semester. The first and most rigid requirement she had was that he had to be at least 18 years old, because she didn't want to get into any trouble with the law. Fucking and sucking off students was frowned on by the officials of the school district but, as long as nobody got hurt and no laws were broken, they would be willing to look the other way. Good teachers were hard to find, and Selma was one of the best. For that reason, her penchant for frequently having affairs with some of her male students, as long as they were old enough, was considered to be acceptable, as long as it did not become public knowledge. For the last six years, the horny English teacher had shared extremely enjoyable sex with a few of the young men in her classes, with nobody being hurt, and no complaints, especially from any of those who were lucky enough to be selected.
Of the 17 male students in the class, six had passed their eighteenth birthday, or would do so soon enough for her purposes. One of those six was a star football player, and would be getting plenty of hot nooky from female students, so she mentally crossed him off the list. Another was known to be gay, so he was also not considered. Selma looked over the other four possibilities. One was small and pimply faced and generally unattractive, and another was too fat. Neither of those young men interested her, which left two, either of whom would be quite acceptable. They were both about six feet tall and appeared to be athletic and reasonably good-looking. One was named Lincoln Carver, and he was a broad-shouldered, muscular African-American with short, black hair, and the other was white, and more slender, with blonde hair and green eyes.
According to the records that had been sent from the school office, they were both 18 years old already, so there would be no waiting necessary for her to start selecting the lucky winner. She could begin that very day, and might not even have to choose between them. Selma would have no objection whatsoever to having the two young men take turns entertaining her after school. Even better would be having both of them pleasuring her at the same time in her apartment, if they were willing. Jacob Olson was the name of the blonde youth, and she decided, for no particular reason, to try him out first.
"Mr. Olson, there seems to be a problem with your registration for this class. Can you stay after the bell so we can straighten it out?" The English class was the last one of the day, which would mean staying after school, and she hoped Jacob Olson would be docile enough that he wouldn't have any objection. She was certain he wouldn't, once he knew what she had in mind.
"Yes, Miss Fox." Selma was rather old fashioned, and believed in formality between students and teachers, at least during class, and always impressed this on her young charges.
In the few minutes before the end of the school day Selma prepared her desk for its anticipated use by clearing off all the books and papers, putting them into drawers and leaving the top bare. She always did this at the end of the day, whether or not she expected to entertain somebody on top of it, so nobody gave any thought to her doing it then.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Selma stood up and turned toward the chalkboard as if erasing something, but actually taking the opportunity to unfasten the top two buttons on her white blouse. This would expose some excellent cleavage to anybody standing above her, which Jacob would be doing shortly. As she sat back down, she also pulled up the hem of her green, knee-length skirt. Sitting behind her desk, Selma's legs would not be visible but, after she had swiveled her chair to face the young man, he would have the choice of looking at her bare thighs and the crotch of her aqua panties or at the cleft between her luscious breasts.
Although fashion designers and some Hollywood big shots might have disputed the generally held opinion, the forty year old Selma had a sexy body, with curves in all the right places. She would have been elated if she had known of all the masturbatory fantasies that included her voluptuous body. Her breasts were large, completely natural, and topped with sensitive pink nipples that very much enjoyed the attentions of a tongue or other male organ.
Some people might have described her as being "thick-waisted" but no man or boy who had hugged her, either vertically or horizontally, had ever complained. Her ass and hips flared out quite erotically and tapered down to sturdy thighs that most men would love to be between. Although she would never be a centerfold, Selma Fox attracted a multitude of lascivious stares whenever she ventured out in her short, tight skirts and low-cut blouses.
She also knew how to put those assets on display without seeming to do so. After everybody else had left, and young Jacob Olson stood by her desk, she turned her chair to face him. As she looked up, Selma pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out and pulling the edges of her blouse back to expose their creamy skin. She smiled at the handsome young man. It was partly to put him at ease, and partly a reaction to the stirring she saw in the crotch of his tight pants. Going a little further, Selma pulled her skirt up farther to show off her legs, all the way to the hemlines of her panties, which were already wet in their crotch. Anticipation of what she and the young man would soon be doing had already started juices flowing in her pussy, and their aroma could be expected to arouse Jacob even more.
"Well, Jake, do you like what you see? And smell?" Since she expected to be sucking his cock in a few minutes, Selma dropped the formality.
"Well, I, ah, er....."
"Don't be shy. I really like what I'm seeing." This was a reference to the cock that was already producing a bulge inside Jacob's blue jeans. To leave no doubt at all what she meant, Selma reached out and fondled it, exulting in its size and rigidity, both of which increased substantially under her touch. She knew she could have a really great time with the organ that was rapidly growing hard inside those pants.
