I'm taking a quick break from my two novels, "Be Reasonable. Do It My Way." and "Tina's Torpedoes". As I was working on a chapter for the latter this story jumped out and wrote itself down. On the rare occasions when that happens you don't argue with it. You just keep typing.
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Lisa Wembsley was hornier than she could ever remember being. There wasn't one damned thing she could do about it. She was at work. Lisa had taught English at Pathagarus G. Hepplesthwaite Memorial Highschool for five years. She loved her work for a variety of reasons. She had always found teaching to be the most personally fulfilling job she had ever had. She also secretly liked the idea of all the teenage boys who sprouted instant boners when they looked at her. It made the nipples on her conical, 42D tits hard as little diamonds.
She loved sex. She craved sex. She lived for sex. She adored the idea that, while everyone addressed her as Ms. Wembsley, behind her back they called her Ms. Wobbly because of the way her huge hooters jiggled when she walked. Those hooters hovered above a twenty-two inch waist, Thirty-six inch hips, and a round, firm ass the stuck out so far that you could stack plates on it. Every male in the school sported immediate wood just at the sight of her.
It made her so hot and bothered each day that she would go home, dress in the sexiest clothes she could find in her closet, wait for her live-in boyfriend, Harry, to come home from work, and fuck him senseless.
During the last semester Harry had been getting it better than he ever had before. The reason was an eighteen year old senior named Wesley Thorp. Wesley was an average looking kid, of average intelligence. But, nobody in school got laid more often than he did. His big advantages were a cocky attitude and a twelve inch cock. Most of the boys would try to hide their erections around her. Not so with Wesley. He sat a desk at the front of the class with his leg splayed. Every day she could see his twelve inches of meaty bone snaking down his trouser leg. She didn't know if he was doing it deliberately or just didn't care. All she knew for sure was that it was making her crazy with lust.
On that particular day it was making her crazier than usual. Harry had been out of town on business and she hadn't been laid in a week and a half. Having Wesley's dong on display before her every day was making her so horny that sometimes she couldn't think straight.
Wesley was in her last class each day and she was starting to get distracted even before that. She'd find herself thinking about him and lose her place while she was instructing her students. It was becoming a foot long obsession.
None of this was lost on Wesley. He had fucked half of the best looking girls in school and several of the neighborhood MILF's, starting with his mother's best friend. He had enough experience to know a cockhound when he saw one. Lisa Wembsley was definitely a cockhound. He had lusted after her since his freshman year and now, as a senior, he was determined to have that babe grease his pole before he graduated. He wanted her every way he could think of. He wanted to fuck her mouth, fuck her tits, and fuck her hot, wet pussy until she was bowlegged. But, most of all, he wanted to slide his pole into that magnificent ass and make her scream for more.
His plan was pretty simple. He would sit up in front of the class each day and make sure that she got a good look at what he was packing. He knew that eventually seeing his hard bulge every day would break down her resistance. He knew that it was working because he caught her staring at his dick at least once every day. In the previous week or so she had spent more and more time staring at his crotch. She would even occasionally lick her lips. He could feel the heat in her gaze. He didn't know why she had suddenly gotten to this point and he didn't much care. His only certainty was that it was time to make his move.
When Ms. Wembsley turned her back to the class to write something on the blackboard Wesley leaned over to whisper to his best friend Lou Flink, "Today's the day."
Lou always took the desk right next to Wesley. He and Wesley had known each other since the third grade. They had always been close friend. But, now, the friendship had additional benefits for Lou. He got laid almost as much as his friend did. He could almost always count on getting Wesley's cast-offs and sometimes sloppy seconds. There was one local MILF who loved to have them both come over for the weekend and fuck her into oblivion.
"Got it, Wes," Lou answered just before the teacher turned around to face the class again.
The plan was simple. Wes would stay after class on the pretense of asking Ms. Wembsley a question. Lou would make sure to be the last one out of the classroom and would close the door behind him to let Wes work his magic. He went along with it because he knew that, if Wes succeeded, he'd get a shot at the stacked teacher, too.
The rest of the class passed quietly. Knowing that her ability to concentrate on teaching because of Wes's prodigious distraction she told the class to read a short story from the textbook to themselves.
She tried to get some other work done as the class read silently, but she couldn't focus. All she could think about was the aching need in her cunt and Wes Thorp's foot-long hotdog.
Every time she looked up from her work the first thing she saw was that incredible bulge in the young man's pants. She raised her eys up a bit higher and realized that Wes was looking right at her.
"Oh, shit!" she thought, "He caught me staring. Shit!"
It was the one thing that she had always feared. Now what? The cat was out of the bag. She could tell by the way that he was looking at her that he knew what she was thinking.
"Jesus fucking Christ, I need to get laid," she thought.
As she thought it she knew that she didn't just need to be fucked. She needed to be fucked by Wesley Thorp. She needed to be impaled on that huge harpoon every which way there was in the world and then some. As she looked back down Wes patted the bulge with his hand.
When she looked back up Wes was looking her square in the eye. He arched one eyebrow and licked his lips. In that moment they both knew what would happen. It was just a matter of time. They both knew that he would have her. The only question left open was when.
"Maybe I should ask him to stay after class," she thought, "No. That's no good. That's like something out of a cheap porn novel. Besides, I don't have any good reason to keep him here. What would I do or say? I can't keep him after class and then just beg him to fuck me. Can I?"
She looked at the clock. There were fifteen minutes left before the bell rang. She didn't know if she could sit through another fifteen minutes of this. Then an idea hit her.
She reached into the top drawer of her desk and grabbed the stack of papers in it. Those were the essays she had assigned the week before. She had finally finished grading them and had originally planned to spend most of the class period discussing them.
She set the essays on the end of her desk and said," All right, people. It's been a long week. It's Friday and we all want to go home. So I'm going to let you go a little early today."
A cheer exploded through the classroom.
"Calm down, people," she said with as much authority as she could muster under the circumstances.
She laid a hand on the stack of papers and continued, "These are your essays. I've finished grading them. Please, come and collect yours before leaving the class today. Be sure to bring them with you to class on Monday so that we can discuss them."
With that she sat back down, grateful that she had managed to get through that much without losing control.
It was still agonizing for her as each student approached her desk to get their paper. It seemed to be taking forever.
Finally, almost every student had collected his or her essay and left. The only ones left were Lou and Wes. As Lou grabbed his paper Lisa unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse to show a generous amount of her cavernous cleavage.
Lou's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to stand there staring at her glorious tits. But, he knew the plan. Mustering every ounce of will power he had he turned and left the classroom.
Wes was suddenly having a bit of trouble in the will power department himself. It took all of his strength to look Lisa in the eye rather than at the fabulous female flesh on display.
It had the desired effect. It rattled Lisa. She started to wonder if she was losing her touch.
