Loading...I celebrated my eighteenth birthday during the middle of my senior year in high school in 1988. Soon after this, I had an experience I will never forget.
Miss Pikes was my English Composition teacher. She had just recently turned 40, but she was hot. There was a rumor that at one point in her life she had posed for Playboy. I hadn’t seen any of the glossy photos of her in print as proof positive, so I couldn’t attest to the truth of the rumor. But I certainly saw how it could be possible.
Her mother was a full-blooded Native American, and Miss Pikes took pride in her Cherokee ancestry. She was tall, with olive skin, high cheek bones, and deep set bright brown eyes. Her silky black hair fell to the level of her well-rounded breasts. The short skirts she would often wear to class revealed long firm thighs and a nice ass.
She had never married, and that fueled another rumor, one concerning her sexual orientation. Actually, it was about this very issue that precipitated my experience.
It happened on a Monday in April. I was sitting in Miss Pikes class busily watching her ass wiggle in her short skirt as she wrote on the blackboard. Suddenly, I had a funny thought, the kind that needed to be shared immediately. I tore a sheet from my notebook and wrote, if she’s a lesbian, I would be willing to put on a dress and shave my legs to get a chance to lick that pussy. I chuckled and passed the note to Bill, who sat beside me in class. I didn’t expect him to laugh out loud, but he did. This caught Miss Pikes attention, and before Bill could hide the note, she saw it.
“Bill, would you please bring that piece of paper to me,” Miss Pikes said, holding out her hand.
“Uh, I’d better not, Miss Pikes,” Bill said, squirming in his seat.
“Bring it to me now, Bill,” she said. He slowly rose from his seat and started toward the front of the class. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The sound of giggling filled the classroom. I wanted to get up and grab the note from Bill and tear it to pieces before he reached her, but found myself frozen in my seat.
Miss Pikes took the paper from Bill, read it without any change in her expression, then placed it in her desk drawer.
“Was that your note, did you write it?” she asked Bill.
“No . . . Miss Pikes . . .”
She looked out over the class and asked, “Who wrote it?”
I couldn’t let Bill or anyone else take the blame for what I had done. Feeling the flush in my cheeks, I slowly raised my hand.
“Christopher, it was your note?” she asked, as her gaze never left my face.
“Uh huh,” I said. I felt like I was going to puke.
“Well, I want to see you after school today. Four O’clock in this classroom, understand?”
“I understand”
She continued the rest of the class period as though nothing unusual had happened. I knew I was in for trouble. I just didn’t know how much. I spent the rest of her class and the three that followed, going over in my mind the possible forms of punishment I might receive. Certainly being expelled was close to the top of the list.
At precisely four O’clock I lightly tapped on her classroom door. My knees felt rubbery, and it seemed like my heart was going to explode out of my chest. I heard the sound of her heels on the floor as she approached the door.
“Come in, Christopher,” she said, as she opened the door. She walked to her desk, without turning around, and pointed to a chair on the front row.
“Sit there,” she said. I sat down and folded my hands together on top of the desk trying to look as innocent as possible. She took a seat atop her desk facing in my direction. She crossed her legs, giving me a nice view of her long legs, along with quite a bit of her upper thighs. She looked at me for several seconds without speaking. The silence deafening. Then she leaned backwards and retrieved the note I had written from her desk drawer. As she did this, her short red skirt rode an inch or two higher on her thighs, and I got a momentary glimpse of the white outline of her panties. Despite my fear, I could feel my cock growing inside my jeans.
“I think we need some privacy to discuss the issue of this note, don’t you?” she asked. I simply nodded.
She rose from her desk, and I watched as she locked the classroom door, and then lowered the blinds to cover the windows. After she finished, she again sat on her desk facing me, holding the note I had written firmly in her hand.
“Now,” she said. “Would you like to explain this, or shall I give you my interpretation?”
“I . . . don’t know what to say,” I said, shifting nervously in my seat. Even under the circumstances, I couldn’t force myself to look away from her legs.
“I think you’re a horny young man,” she said.
That comment took my eyes momentarily away from her legs to her face. She was wearing a wry smile I had never seen before.
“Understand,” she continued, “my sex life is none of your business. But since you seem so curious about it, and I am a teacher, maybe some after school instruction is needed. After all, English Composition is not my only subject of interest.”
She stood and walked toward my desk, as she began unbuttoning her blouse. I was totally dumbfounded. Here I was, expecting to be punished by being expelled from school, and now I was alone in a locked and empty classroom, with my gorgeous teacher removing her clothes. “You like my body, don’t you?” she asked, in a husky voice.
“Oh yeah,” I managed to stammer.
She slipped her blouse from her shoulders, revealing a black lacy bra completely filled by her large breasts. I was totally oblivious to my surroundings as I watched transfixed.
“You’re a nice looking young man, tall and muscular. I’ve seen you working out in the gym and playing basketball. Tall men with dark hair and blue eyes have always been a turn on for me. Besides, I’ve seen the way you look at me in class, so I assume the attraction is mutual. Am I correct?” she asked, as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Again, I could only nod.
Then she hesitated. “You are eighteen, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Yes”
“Good, I wouldn’t want to be accused of corrupting a minor,” she said, and laughed. She let her bra fall to the floor. I gasped, as the most beautiful pair of breasts I had ever seen was exposed to me, large and firm, with dark nipples, without the least bit of sag.
“Have you wanted to see these before?” she asked, leaning toward my desk.
“Oh yeah,” I managed to say.
“I know you’ve thought about them at night while you were alone in bed and playing with your cock.” She cupped her hands under her breasts and squeezed them.
“Yes I have,” I said.
“Suck them,” she said softly. I stayed in my seat, and as she leaned closer, I took both of her breasts in my hands and worked each nipple slowly with my tongue until they were completely erect.
Taking my hands, she helped me from my seat. “Oh, how nice you feel,” she said, as her hand squeezed the bulge in my jeans.
“Help me move some things on my desk.”
After moving a few books and papers, she climbed on her desk pulling me on top of her. Our kiss was deep, and passionate. She licked and nibbled my ears. I felt like I was on fire, and would erupt any second.
“Slow down, sweety, not yet,” she whispered in my ear. “This isn’t a race.”
I tried desperately to slow my movements, but found it nearly impossible. I was a horny eighteen-year-old boy lying on top of the half naked body of the sexiest woman I had ever known, as she moaned and squirmed beneath me. I moved my mouth to her breasts again, as my fingers traced along her inner thighs. Soon, my fingers found the warm dampness of her crotch. Miss Pikes shifted her ass on the desk to give my fingers more room to explore. A small hum escaped her lips when I slipped my hand inside the waistband of her panties, and let my finger slide along the wet and swollen folds of her pussy.
Turning on her side, she unsnapped my jeans and circled her fingers around my shaft. Reaching the waistband of her panties, I helped her slide them off.
“I want you to leave your skirt on,” I said. I wanted to fuck my sexy teacher in the short skirt like I had fantasized about so many times. Not wanting her hand to move away from my cock, I nevertheless stood and turned her around on her desk. I leaned her back, spreading her legs while her heels remained on the desk top. Placing my hands on her waist, I lowered my mouth to her soaking pussy. Her pubic hair was dark, soft, and neatly trimmed. I flicked my tongue slowly along her lips savoring the sweet taste of her arousal. Opening her with my fingers, I teased her clit with soft kisses.
“Oh Christopher that feels sooooooo good,” she whimpered, as she arched her hips, trying to push her pussy harder against my mouth. I continued my attention on her clit as my tongue picked up its pace. Her thrusting quickened along with her breathing, and I knew she was close to cumming. Now, with each thrust she panted, “Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . .”
I pulled her hips forward, as I buried my mouth firmly against her pussy and sucked hard on her clit.
“Oh, god!” she cried, as she stiffened with her orgasm, while coating my mouth and chin with her juices. She let her legs drop over the edge of her desk, and as her breathing slowed, she murmured over and over, “So good . . . so fucking good.”
As her orgasm began to wane, she sat up, reached for my jeans, and pulled them down. “Now I’m going to show you what a naughty, naughty squaw I can be,” she said, as she took my cock in both of her hands. She slid from her desk and took me in her mouth. She cupped her hands under my balls and gently massaged them as she completely engulfed my shaft. I had never felt such an exhilarating feeling in my short life. I couldn’t hold it for long and I told her so.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, looking up at me, never removing her lips from my cock. I felt the rush of cum from my balls moving to the tip of my cock, savoring that instant just prior to release. Giving in to the pleasurable pressure, I pushed my hips forward and released what seemed like gallons of cum deep into her throat. She swallowed eagerly with each contraction, until finally she used her tongue to lick the last drop or two from the tip of my cock, which caused what felt like small tingles of electricity in my groin.
Not surprisingly, within a few minutes I was ready again. We kissed, and I could taste the mixture of her saliva and the salty after taste of my own cum.
I helped her stand, and was about to lean her forward over her desk when there was a knock on the door.
“Is everything all right?” a male voice called from just outside the locked door.
“It’s Carl, the evening janitor,” she whispered to me. “Be very quiet, don’t say anything.”
“Everything’s fine, Carl,” she said. “I’m just finishing up some after school work.”
“I thought I heard a funny noise in there,” Carl replied.
“No, Carl, I’m fine, really. Thanks for checking on me.” I expected to hear the lock turn on the door as Carl used his key to make sure things were okay. I was holding my breath. Instead, I heard him tell her to have a nice evening, and listened as his footsteps grew fainter down the hallway.
“Now, where were we?” she asked, as she pulled me again toward her desk.
“We were just about to do this,” I said, as I leaned her forward over her desk and raised her skirt above her waist. The sight of her naked ass, with her wet slit exposed to me, had my cock throbbing to attention again. I spread her cheeks and rubbed the tip of my cock along her wetness. She moaned, and placing her hands firmly on her desk, tried to push herself back against me. I reached around and squeezed her breasts as I pushed myself forward into her. I lowered my mouth, and let my tongue trace a line along her spine just below her neck.
“Oh . . . yeah” she groaned, as I withdrew, and then pushed into her again, as her warm tightness massaged me.
“Fuck me hard now . . . faster,” she said. I quickened my pace, as she pushed more forcefully back against me. Lubricating my finger with her juices, I slipped it inside her ass, and she growled with lust.
Her desk slid forward against the blackboard, and her heels scraped along the floor, as I continued pounding into her with all my strength. We were like animals in heat, sweating, groaning and thrusting toward release. Soon, it would come. We were so close.
The sound of our sex filled the classroom, along with the pounding of her desk against the blackboard with each forceful thrust.
“Ohhhhh . . . my god! . . . Oh . . . I’m cumming again!” she nearly wailed, as her body shuddered again and again, her pussy gripped tightly around my cock.
I too, neared release, and just at the last second, pulled out and with a few quick strokes, shot two or three jets of cum all over her lower back and ass. Nearly breathless, I leaned over and kissed the nape of her neck.
After several moments I said, “That was awesome, Miss Pikes.”
“Yes, it was. Did you learn anything, and was your curiosity satisfied?”
“Oh yes Miss Pikes, definitely. But I think I might need some more tutoring,” I said.
She brushed her hair back and smiled, “Would this Friday at seven in my apartment work for you? Maybe my friend Denise will join us.”
“That would be great,” I said, as I walked toward the door.
“Christopher?”
I turned. “Yes?”
“For your information only, it was the October issue 1973, pages 48-51,” she said, and winked.
“Wow” was all I could manage to say as I closed the door behind me.