His name was William Pringle, Willy to his friends, not that he had many. Something of a loser, in his 18 years on this planet he had never done anything remarkable, in fact the spotty teenager had been something of a failure in so many ways. This was in part because everything was just too much effort and his lazy attitude had led to him being dropped back a year in his schooling. But also it was due to the fact that he wasn't very bright either in fact he had found the whole schooling process a real trial.
He never really fitted in and if things weren't bad enough Willy had also suffered more than his fair share of bullying too. This was brought on mainly because he stood out from the crowd with his unfortunate geeky appearance. Firstly he was a small weedy runt of a teenager with fair ginger hair a pasty white complexion and a face covered with puss filled spots. If that wasn't enough he had large red ears that suck out like jug handles and a protruding jaw. Unfortunately the way his jaw stuck out gave him the look of someone rather simple particularly as he had a habit of sucking his top lip in behind his bottom teeth...really not a good look.
Having said all that in his own company at least Willy was still quite happy, and with a vivid imagination to keep himself entertained he did enjoy the one thing that we know all teenage boys enjoy. He was a regular dirty little pervert and would spend much of his time alone in his room with his trusty right hand whiling away the hours. He was a born dreamer who spent most of his waking hours in a world of fantasy where every hot piece of ass he saw was his for the taking. His mind was full of thoughts of all the things he would love to do to them given half the chance. Things that might be within the realms of possibility for some more fortunate than he, but being such an ugly little geek he knew deep down he would never be one of those fortunate people. He was one destined to a lifetime wanting and wishing, a lifetime of having to rely on his vivid imagination...But then sometimes, just sometimes something can happen and fate can be surprisingly generous, even to an unfortunate soul like Willy...
It was a usual Monday morning and as always it was a real effort for Willy to get out of bed. It was the usual routine, he would take a few minutes to enjoy the erection he had taken to waking up with every day, not fully but just a few gentle comforting rubs to wake himself up before getting out of bed. He would rarely finish off his early morning riser, instead preferring to save it for later in the day when he would have time to enjoy it properly.
In the bathroom he lazily brushed his teeth giving it a few minutes to allow his stiffness time to subside before he could take a leak. As he did he looked at himself in the mirror and contemplated squeezing a few of the many spots that peppered his red acne ridden face. But instead, being basically lazy, he decided that it wasn't worth the effort as there was just too many. As his bleary eyes cleared he stared at his reflection and, with the subsiding erection still having an effect, he wondering how he was ever going to get himself a girl. Willy wasn't stupid he knew how he looked and knew nobody in their right mind would ever fancy him, certainly not anyone worth a second look anyway. But being 18 and permanently horny the weedy little runt couldn't help trying desperately to think of any possible way to get his grubby little hands on the one thing he desired but as so far eluded him, the female body. The problem for Willy was not only was he still very much a virgin, but his appearance left him lacking in confidence. This meant even simply speaking to a girl was a face reddening experience of embarrassment and so getting any further was just simply never going to happen. Not ideal for someone who seemed to spend every waking minute in a state of arousal, someone who was always on the look-out for any cock hardening piece of skirt to fuel his over-active imagination. He couldn't help lusting after girls, always imagining all sorts of fantasy scenarios that would have his cock raging in his pants. But of course all his "experiences" came only as a result of his vivid imagination the reality was he had yet to even touch a girl let alone anything else.
So poor frustrated Willy threw his clothes on, picking them up from the floor where he left them and headed of out the front door. As he lazily meandered up the road it dawned on his that it was only Monday which, despite his hatred of school, was one of his favourite days...along with Wednesdays and Fridays of course. You see these were the days that he had his English lessons, not that he was much of a fan of Shakespeare or any shit like that, oh no! The reason he loved English was his English teacher, the legendary Miss Poole! His ultimate fantasy, the one person above all others given the chance he would pick if given just one wish. His dirty little cock would stiffen at the mere mention of her name. Never a day went by when the horny little 18 year old didn't find himself enjoying some fantasy or other involving her. Alone in the darkness of his sweaty bedroom it was her that he would turn to when he felt the need to quickly empty his aching balls. She was the one person always guaranteed to have him shooting his load all over his sheets within a very short space of time.
He found out some time ago from a popular social networking site that Miss Poole was 26 and although in a relationship she was not married. With the privacy levels of her page set so high he couldn't really see much else, except her profile picture of course, and that was one picture he had used countless times to relieve his long suffering frustration.
It had to be just about impossible for a man to be in the same room as her and not get at least a semi, if not a full blown hard-on. She was stunningly beautiful with dark wavy hair bright green eyes and a body that would have men of all ages tripping over their tongues. She was blessed with the sort of curves that were impossible for anybody not to notice, and she definitely knew it. Why else would she always wear such sexy figure hugging clothes. She often wore short tight skirts that she must have had to wrestle her phenomenal ass into every morning, and tops stretched to the limits by what Willy considered to be probably the biggest most incredible knockers he had ever personally laid eyes on.
Always wearing killer stilettos she would stand a few inches taller than Willy, not that she's tall, it's more down to him being a short arsed little runt. In his dreams he often imagined her for whatever reason giving him a friendly hug if maybe he was upset or something. He would of course imagine himself hugging her back causing those great big knockers of hers to squash against him so much that they would bulge up against his chin. Perhaps she wouldn't notice if he reached around her waist and his sweaty little hands just happened to slip down onto that incredible fucking ass of hers too. It was an amazing thought and one that would almost have the dirty little shit spunking in his pants! Oh well, a boy can dream, and to be honest that was all he had. But he didn't mind, he loved Miss Poole and being around her gave him all the fuel he needed to while away many hours of solitary fun!
Willy would arrive at all his lessons as usual unprepared and half asleep, except of course his English lessons. On this day as always he was fully prepared and wide awake as he entered the classroom and caught his first excited glimpse of Miss Poole. He sees she has her back to the class as she writes on the board. To be honest he was momentarily disappointed to see she had chosen that day to wear trousers instead of one of her usual short skirts. Willy's disappointment is brief however, as he take his seat he's transfixed by the way her ridiculously cheeky ass fills them out, they're so tight it's as if they've been sprayed onto her.
Almost instantly he can feel his pants tighten and his cock stiffen as he already found himself imagining the pleasure of what it must be like to place his sweaty hands on that most untouchable vision of horniness. He studies her ass intently as she continues to write on the board it's teasing wiggle restricted only by the tightness of her trousers. Unable to take his eyes off it the spotty little pervert is rewarded with a good few minutes of uninterrupted lust fuelling pleasure. He can hear his other classmates around him but pays no attention. Every minute detail is logged in his memory, that steep sloping curve from her slender waist to the perfectly rounded hand sized globes of her cheeks snugly held in those tight trousers, all of it memorised for recalling later.
