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When I was 15 years old at High School, I had an
English Teacher called Mrs Dale. I would have guessed she was around 30
years old, about 5'5" tall, with short fashionably styled dark brown hair.
She was pretty, and most of the guys had certainly commented on her at one
time or another, but mainly because of her figure, and the way she moved
when she walked. She was very curvy, thinking back about 38C or D, they
always seemed to struggle to be confined in the tight tops she would wear.
She had broad hips too for her height, maybe 36, and the combination of
her ample breasts, and the tight pencil skirts she used to cram herself
into, made a striking sight as she clicked down the hallways in her high
heels. It may not sound like the sexiest thing in the world, but it made
it difficult to concentrate in her class especially when she was writing
our home work assiWhen I was 15 years old at High School, I had an English
Teacher called Mrs Dale. I would have guessed she was around 30 years old,
about 5'5" tall, with short fashionably styled dark brown hair. She was
pretty, and most of the guys had certainly commented on her at one time or
another, but mainly because of her figure, and the way she moved when she
walked. She was very curvy, thinking back about 38C or D, they always
seemed to struggle to be confined in the tight tops she would wear. She
had broad hips too for her height, maybe 36, and the combination of her
ample breasts, and the tight pencil skirts she used to cram herself into,
made a striking sight as she clicked down the hallways in her high heels.
It may not sound like the sexiest thing in the world, but it made it
difficult to concentrate in her class especially when she was writing
gnments on the blackboard.
I had been in her class for 2 years, and had been a fairly good student,
but my grades began to drop. I had spent a great deal more time
concentrating on girls and masterbating than on any homework assignments,
although this wasnt the reason I gave to her of course when she held me
back after school one evening to discuss my falling grades. As I remember
I kind of nodded, and said 'Yes Miss' allot and 'I will try to improve
Miss' all the stuff you think they want to here. I did spend a great deal
of my time looking at her tits as she was talking to me, something that Im
sure did not escape her attention. It was the first time I had been that
close to her for a concerted period of time. I was sent off with not so
much a scolding as a pep talk about how I had promise etc. and how she
would always be there to help me if I needed it.
A few weeks past and my grades were dropping off the scale and I had not
always handed in work on time, an when I did, it was clealry rushed. She
discussed this with my parents and it was decided that 2 nights a week
after school I would go to her class, and stay for an extra hour and she
would tutor me and get me back on track. To be honest I wasnt all that sad
at the prospect, and the first couple of weeks werent too bad although my
workload increased dramatically. One day when I got there, she seemed
distracted and decided we would shelve the written work, and we could
discuss the DH Lawrence book we had been reading as a class. 'The Odour of
Crysanthmums' not exciting stuff for a 15 year old boy. She sat with me,
and my nostrils were filled with the pungent, floral aroma of her perfume,
which seemed stronger than usual. As she read a paragraph and asked me
what I thought the author was trying to say, my eyes kept straying onto
her chest and lower down the the split at the side of her skirt, which was
showing more od her shapely legs. At one point she had stopped reading and
with a finger under my chin lifted my head up from the position it had
been occupying looking at her chest and legs. I was embarassed, and she
could see this. She closed the book, and looked at me and told me it was
perfectly normal to be interested in a womans body but that wasnt going to
help with my understanding of Lawrence. She then got up and said that we
would resume on Friday and sent me on my way.
I walked home, feeling weird. Embarassed, and also kind of turned on by
the gentle way she spoke to me, and couldnt wait till Friday.
Friday came and when I got there she was in the walk in book cupboard
trying to stack some books on a higher shelf without much success, and
after me watching her struggle at this for a while I took the books and
helped her. Getting on a small step ladder, she handed me the books and I
placed them on the topshelf. When I did look down however I had noticed
that she had a fairly sheer white blouse on that button up the front, and
in her struggle the top button had become undone, and I had a great view
of the tops of her breasts held in by a ivory colored bra. She handed me
the last of the books and I got down, and she followed my eyes to her open
blouse. The reaction that happened next was not what I would have at all
expected. As we stood in the cupboard, she didnt attempt to fix her top
and instead asked if I had a girlfriend. I didnt. She then asked if I had
ever seen a womans breast before. I was stuttering and mentioned that I
had in magazines. She asked where I got those magazines and I relcutantly
admitted that my dad had some under his bed and she smiled. She then
looked right at me intently and asked if I had masterbated whilst looking
at these magazines. I felt my face redden and my heart beat a great deal
faster. She put her hands and my face and lifted my head up to look into
my eyes, and told me it was perfectly natural and that everyone did it.
I must have nodded and grunted that I had, and she reassured me that I
need not feel embarassed, still with her hands on my face, stroking it a
little.
Without warning she took her hands away from my face and began to undo her
blouse, and pulled it from her skirt where it was tucked in, and opened
it. She then unclapsed the front of her bra, and pulled her bra off.
Taking my hands in her hands she guided them onto her breasts. They were
smooth and heavy, with large round brown coloured nipples that responded
and became hard when she ran my hands over them. My heart was now beating
very fast and I was actutely away that my cock was now straining against
my pants.
' How do they feel?' she asked.
I couldnt answer I just looked at them and nodded. She then moved me
around and sat on one the steps on the ladder I had used to stack the
books and guided me closer to her.
'Would you like to kiss them? she said sofly.
She took moved my head into her left breats lifting it to meet my mouth.
'I want you to suck gently on my nipple'
I did and she pulled my head in tighter to her chest.
'Thats it, now run your tongue in circles around it and then suck harder
next time'
I did everything she said and for what seemed like 15 minutes did
everything she asked. In between instructions she moaned and groaned
gently, and I like and sucked each nipple. She then pulled my head away
and began to yank up her skirt over her soft thighs so I can could see her
panties. They were the same ivory color as the bra. She then pulled them
quickly down her thighs and off her ankles in one swift motion and quickly
took my hand and leaning back open her legs and placed my hand over her
pussy. The hair was trimmed closely and I could see her pink lips
protuding. Taking my forefinger she ran it along her wet slit. It felt hot
and I nearly came in my pants at the very thought of what was happening to
me. She then widened her legs further and pushed my finger inside her, it
was soft and warm and very wet, and she asked me if it felt nice. Mrs Dale
them pulled me closer to her and started to undo my belt and the top
button of my pants, never taking her eyes from mine. I felt the zip being
pulled down and then a rush of air as she pulled them down to my thighs.
My cock spang free from my underwear as she lfted the band over the head
and pulled them down too.
'Mmm you have a nice thick cock, girls like a cock like yours.'
I dont think I had ever felt so hard and excited in all my life and
shuddered slighly as her hand gripped the shaft and pulled the foreskin of
my uncurcumsized cock down. I thought I was going to cum and clealry so
did she, and she looked at me and told me not yet. I felt her other hand
on my balls, and she rolled them around in her hands. She then looked up
at me and moved closer to my cock and I watched her run her tongue up the
length of my shaft, until her mouth eventually engulfed the head and she
started to suck. I could feel her tongue running around my cock in her
mouth, and knew I was going to cum. I moaned with urgency that I was
cumming and she quickened the strokes of her hand as her bobbed up and
down on my swollen cock. After a few seconds I stiffened and spurted the
first jets of seamen into her mouth and she continued to bob up and down
swallowing as she did until I had finished.
My cock stayed hard however, and as she pulled her head away, she smiled.
'Thats the advantage you young guys have ' she said, her hand still
gripping my shaft.'Next time you wont cum so quickly'
She pulled me over to her as she sat on the step ladder, and opened her
legs wider as I closed in. She leaned back as much as she could and lift
her legs up and took my cock and moved in towards her pussy. I watched as
withone hand she opened her pink lips and guided the head to her hole and
pulled me into her. Her hands then moved onto my ass as she pulled me in
tightly to her. I was in her as far as I could go, and she looked at me
and told me how good I felt.
' Now pump your cock in and out of me' I began with her help to move in
and out of her warm tight hole, listening intently to every instruction
she gave, her hands still on my ass pulling me ever harder into her.
'Faster' said gasped
I began to pump harder and faster'
Yes. come on thats it make me cum, I want to cum'
In the next few stroke, I felt the muscles inside her tighten around my
cock squeezing them hard, as she shook, and moaned that she was cumming.
The feeling of the muscles squeezing me was pulling me towads my second
orgasm and I told her I was cumming and she told me to pump as fast as I
could. I sprayed nealry as much again into her, with each jerk she moaned.
When I pulled out of her I could see my cum running out of her and she
took my head and kissed me hard on the lips.
'Our secret right?'
'Yes.'
'Good'
That was the first of many lessons I was given and my grades did improve. |
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