French Class
I got home from school and headed to my room to do my homework. I hadn't even opened a book before my thoughts quickly drifted to Ms. Bush and those white panties of hers. Maybe it wasn't the white panties as much as it was what was just underneath them. My cock began to grow and twitch in my jeans and it wasn't long before I had my hands in my pants stroking my cock. I pictured myself sitting in my desk looking up at Ms. Bush who was getting the books down from the bookcase. Looking up her skirt, seeing those white panties and thinking what her pussy must look like. Was it hairy... was it trimmed... was it shaved? Did it have those dark lips with a nice wet pink inside? Was her clit hard... was it tingling like my cock was? How would the head of my cock feel brushing up and down her moist slit? Then I imagined her turning around and catching me playing with my cock. I saw the look in her face... first shock and then admiring my THIS IS SPAM DON`T CLICK hard dick. I watched her as she stared at me sitting there in my desk as she towered above me. She licked her lips wanting as her legs spread further apart so I could get even a better view up her skirt. Then she lifted her dress and began to rub her pussy over her white panties. The mere pressure and her sticky wet pussy left the impression of her slit in the panties so I could see it clearly. Then I pulled my jeans down a little further so she could see it all. I played with my hard drawn up sack and stroked my dick long and hard. Then I watched as she slid her hand under her panties and the look on her face was almost orgasmic as she rubbed her bare clit. She took her other hand and slowly pulled down her panties to reveal her sweet pussy. It was trimmed and it was beautiful! The scarce blonde pubic hair just above her slit looked so soft and I could just make out the pink button of her clit as she rubbed it slowly in tight circles. I looked down at my cock and saw the clear fluid of my pre-cum escaping from the hole on the end of my dick. She saw it too as she climbed down and took her finger from her wet cunt and scooped it off me. She put it to her pussy and rubbed it in mixing it with her sweet nectar. Then she reached back and took a hold of my cock as she straddled me. She rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pink wet slit. She moaned and I whimpered as she sat down on my THIS IS SPAM DON`T CLICK hard cock. I sat there in my desk and she ground her cunt over my dick. It felt so good to be inside her too! She was loving my cock, rocking back and forth and I was ready to blow my wad inside her older pussy. I was fucking my teacher! She put her arms around me pulling me close to her chest. I could smell her perfume and I could hear her heart pounding between her moans. She kissed me on the forehead and then full on the lips. Her kiss sent chills down my back and I got goose bumps from her compassionate touches. My balls became wet as I felt the honey from her perfect pussy leaking out on to them. She began to fuck me harder, bouncing up and down on my cock as I sat there in the seat of my desk. She reached behind her back and cupped my balls with her soft warm hands and gave them a squeeze in between each pulsing squirt as I pumped my pearly hot cum deep into her hole. I felt the walls of her warm and wet cunt tighten and loosen milking every drop of my seed.
"John! John! Are you home?" I heard my Mom yell.
I quickly pulled up my jeans and looked around for a dirty t-shirt to clean up my jizz. It was everywhere! On me, the floor and even in my chair. "Yea Mom I'm home! Just doing my homework!"
"Okay. Well don't forget you have to take out the trash tonight. It's garbage day tomorrow. Anybody call?"
"No Mom." I answered as I wiped up the last of my spilled seed from the floor. My heart was still pounding and my arm was stiff from all stroking. I was just glad I got off before my Mom came home. Nothing breaks the mood while you're doing it than to hear your Mom's voice!
I finished my home work and I took out the trash, but all the while I couldn't get my French teacher off my mind. I was really hoping she'd wear the black panties tomorrow and I was really hoping she was going to let me see them. Did she say that to me to embarrass me or could she really think I was something special too? Did she know I was going to come home and jerk off thinking about her?
I would find out tomorrow in class...
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