Donna was right, Sharon told herself. There was no reason to pass up an opportunity like that. Sharon had been raised by extremely strict parents in a small town in the South. Unlike the other girls in her own age group, she was permitted to date only on an infrequent basis and always under rather close supervision. Her parents had very strong views on the subject of sex, and her mother had done her best to make Sharon understand that sexual feelings should be suppressed. As a result, Sharon remained a virgin, and quite uninformed an sexual matters.
Following her graduation from high school, Sharon attended a small teachers' college in her home town. However, she continued living at home and remained very much under her parents' domination. In college, she dated even less frequently than in high school. The young men who tried to date her were put off by her parents' old-fashioned attitudes and by her shyness, which resulted mainly from her own lack of experience.
By the time she finished college, Sharon was an exceptionally attractive and fully mature young woman. Although of medium height, she was leggy and possessed a figure that men could not help but notice. Despite the opposition of her parents, she began dressing in a manner designed to attract attention. She always wore her skirts as short as the prevailing fashions would allow, and enjoyed wearing form-fitting sweaters that displayed her tits to best advantage. Although she always felt a little self-conscious when men booked at her, she enjoyed being the object of their attentions.
As far as the opposite sex was concerned, Sharon's parents had accomplished exactly the opposite of what they had intended. When she accepted the teaching position, Sharon was more than ready to make up for lost time as far as sex was concerned. In fact, as she had admitted to herself on more than one occasion, she had, become a teacher with the idea that it would put her in contact with developing young men.
As Donna had predicted, many of the boys in her classes were quite mature, Sharon was quick to discern that the senior boys in her eight a.m. English class often cast appreciative glances at her well-filled sweaters and shapely, nylon-clad legs. Although she was concerned that she might incur Mr. Parker's wrath, Sharon began making a point of wearing her tightest sweaters and shortest skirts to school. It was amusing to see how quickly she could catch the boys' attention by crossing her legs with a flash of nylon, and she deliberately teased them, although at times she felt quite bold and a little shameless. But she wanted to do a lot more than simply tease.
"Take the initiative," she heard Donna telling Ruth one day after school. "Believe me, there's no one a boy would like to fuck better than a schoolteacher! But you have to make the first move. A boy isn't going to risk getting his face slapped for nothing."
Sharon envied Donna's experience and wished that she could talk about such matters in that casual, offhand way. Donna was right; she would have to take the initiative if she wished to accomplish anything. Although she did not know whether she desired do so, she began thinking things out in a logical manner. First of all, she decided, she must select a partner.
It was not an easy matter to decide. Among the senior boys in her first class, there were a number of physically mature young men, including some athletes. She immediately rejected some of them because she felt that they might be inclined to talk about it, and that might cause her some embarrassment or even create a scandal. She rejected others for various reasons.
Finally, she concluded that Dale Benson was the most likely candidate. He was eighteen and physically quite mature, and she could see that he gave her admiring glances from time to time. Moreover, he was a quiet young man who did not associate wit the other students very much, and could therefore probably, be trusted to be discreet.
Moreover, she reminded herself, no one was likely to believe that unassuming young man even if he did decide to boast about making with the teacher. Having selected her prospective partner, Sharon vacillated for several days as she tried to get up her nerve, and thought about how to proceed. At times, she was tempted to ask Donna for advice, but was too embarrassed to admit her inexperience. Finally, she decided she would simply have to go ahead with it and see what happened.
Dressing for school the following morning, Sharon prepared to seduce her pupil. She rejected her favorite pantyhose in favor of sheer dark brown stockings held up by a trim white garter belt. She selected a pair of pink nylon panties that fit her curves quite snugly and permitted an interesting glimpse of her girlish charms. She started to put on a matching brassiere, but a daring thought suddenly occurred to her. Why not leave the bra off and carry it in her handbag instead? Dale was a conscientious student who was usually the first to arrive at class, and she could put the bra on after giving him an eyeful.
Instead of the sweaters that she normally preferred to wear, she selected a paper-thin white blouse. As she buttoned it down the back, she could see the outline of her ripe tits clearly on display beneath the filmy material. To go with the blouse, she selected a form-fitting red skirt that ended several inches above her knees. As a final touch, she put on a pair of very high heeled shoes designed to enhance her shapely legs and give added jounce to her unconfined tits.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror attached to the back of her bedroom door, Sharon found herself blushing slightly as she inspected herself. The blouse barely veiled her prominent tits, while the tight skirt emphasized her nicely rounded hips and ass. She looked and felt sexy. It was a good feeling, she told herself. She knew that she was going to be more than a little self-conscious, but nothing could be done about that.
She put on a light coat and made a point of making an early arrival at school. No one was in the class as she entered the room. Taking off her coat but keeping it handy in case the wrong person appeared on the scene, she sat down behind her desk and waited. Her heart was beginning to pound with expectation and she told herself she must be calm.
As she had expected, Dale was the first pupil on the scene. He seemed surprised to find her present and headed for his desk. Taking a deep breath and telling herself that she must not lose her nerve at this late date, Sharon got to her feet and stepped in front of the desk. Deliberately hoisting her skirt an inch or two, she leaned back against the desk with her right heel raised and placed against the desk.
"Would you mind coming here a minute, Dale?" she asked, in a throaty voice.
Sharon could see the look of surprise in his eyes as he glanced up from his desk. He was looking at her legs and she was sure he could see the tops of her nylons and perhaps a glimpse of bare thigh.
Slowly and almost suspiciously, he got up out of his seat and started walking toward her. Smiling provocatively at him, Sharon watched closely as he first became aware of her braless tits clearly on view beneath her filmy blouse. His eyes widened with surprise and excitement. Sharon knew she was blushing but she didn't care. She felt brazen but it was exciting.
Dale could not remove his eyes from her tits as he stepped up to her. In a flash, Sharon could see that it was going to be just as easy as Donna had said it would be. She relaxed and began to enjoy herself enormously.
"How would you like to stay after school and help me do something, Dale?" she asked in a teasing voice, letting her tongue roll lightly over her lips as she spoke.
She could see him gulp with surprise. "Well, sure," he stammered. "Okay."
Sharon playfully toyed with one of the buttons of his shirt. "That's fine, Dale," she told him, deliberately giving him bedroom eyes. "Come in here just as soon as you finish your last class."
"All right, Miss Harper," he agreed.
She thought she could see the gratitude in his eyes. "You won't be disappointed, Dale," she assured him, pulling his head down and kissing him warmly on the lips.
As Dale retreated to his seat, Sharon quickly retired to the small lounge at the back of the classroom where she donned her brassiere. Returning to the classroom, she could feel Dale's eyes on her as she went back to her desk. Other students were beginning to arrive and she noticed that most of the boys were having a hard time keeping their eyes off of her. Although she smiled flirtatiously at several of them, she reserved her more meaningful glances for Dale.
The fifty minute period went by with surprising swiftness. Each time she looked at Dale, she found him gazing steadily at her in a fascinated manner. "Don't forget what I told you!" she told him quietly as he left the room at the end of the period.
The remainder of the day passed much too slowly to suit her. In the cafeteria during the lunch hour, she could see that her provocative outfit received some disapproving glances from some of the faculty, but she was not in a mood to care about that. During the afternoon her anticipation began to mount, and she found herself totally unable to concentrate on her teaching duties. Her head was in a whirl as the final class for the day came to a conclusion.
As she had expected, Dale appeared in the door the instant the last student departed.
"Come in, Dale!" Sharon told him. "There's a little latch on the door that will lock it quite nicely."
Standing up behind her desk, Sharon watched as the teenager locked the door. Looking rather uncertain but expectant, he slowly walked over to her. She could feel his eyes inspecting her carefully, as if he were mentally undressing her. Sharon felt her heart pounding rapidly and smiled at him in an effort to conceal her apprehension.
"Sit down, Dale," she suggested, patting the back of her large desk chair.
"All right, Miss Harper," he replied, sitting down in the chair and looking expectantly at her.
"I think you can call me Sharon when we're alone like this," she told him with a smile. "After all, I'm not really that much older than you are, you know."
"Okay," he agreed.
"I'm glad you came, Dale," Sharon told him. "I hope you have nothing scheduled for the next hour or so."
"No," he replied.
"Good," she told him. "Now, first of all, relax. The maintenance staff never gets to this room for at least two hours after school."
As she spoke, Sharon gently slid herself down on his lap and made no attempt to keep her skirt from riding up. She could see the surprised look on his face, but he made no attempt to dislodge her. Without further ado, she leaned forward and baldly gave him an open-mouthed kiss. He seemed astonished and more than a little inexperienced, but at the same time responsive. With a pleased sigh, Sharon became aware of the bulge that was already forming in his thin slacks.
"I think you and I have a lot in common, Dale," Sharon told him with a teasing smile. "We're both the quiet type and I'll bet I could trust you with a secret."
"Sure," Dale replied. He seemed eager but unsure of himself.
Sharon deliberately worked her skirt back, exposing her stocking tops and bare white thighs. She could see the fascination in his eyes as he stared at her voluptuous thighs.
"Do you like my legs?" she teased, swinging her feet back and forth.
Dale nodded. Sharon took his hand and placed it on her nylon-clad thigh. Leaning forward once again, she kissed him firmly on the lips and allowed her tongue to extend. Their tongues met in a deep French kiss and Sharon could feel her excitement mounting. His young body felt hard and masculine against her, and she was dying to submit. She allowed her hand to brush against the front of his slacks, and her entire body seemed to respond as she felt his rigid cock pressing firmly against the thin material.
Becoming very dizzy, Sharon slid to her knees between his legs. Licking her lips and staring in anticipation, she reached for the front of his slacks with both hands and quickly pulled down the zipper. She spread his fly open with a firm yank, allowing his stiffly erect cock to pop out right in front of her. She gasped and her eyes widened with surprise as she gazed at the sleek reddish muscle standing powerfully erect in front of her. To her inexperienced eyes, it looked simply huge.
Impulsively and without even realizing what she was doing, Sharon leaned forward and planted a moist, excited kiss on the mushroom-shaped crown of his cock. Her right hand clasped the thick piece of meat in a firm grip and she squeezed it possessively. Her tongue came out automatically and she began rolling it over the large head. The velvety sleekness of the flesh covering that hard muscle was quite astonishing.
"I love it, Dale," she told him in an excited voice.
Obviously astonished by the attractive teacher's sudden assault, Dale sat silently in the chair with his eyes fastened intently on her.
Holding the thick cock in one hand, Sharon moved her face around in his lap, letting the head brush against her soft cheeks and probe gently into her eyes.
"I want to eat it, Dale," she told him. "But it's so big I don't know if I can even get it into my mouth!"
Forming her pretty mouth into a wide oval, Sharon took a deep breath and slowly lowered her mouth over the head of the boy's cock. She could sense Dale's pleased reaction as he suddenly felt a warm, wet feminine mouth surrounding his erect prick. Flicking gently but eagerly with her tongue, Sharon gradually worked the head between her teeth. The thick muscle pried her jaws apart in a manner that mixed discomfort and excitement.
It was a big and beautiful cock and deserved to be eaten. She wanted her mouth crammed full with it, even if it hurt. She could feel a delicious itch beginning to develop between her legs, as if her cunt were envious of the pleasures her mouth was experiencing.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned excitedly, nibbling and smacking with her lips to make clear how much she was enjoying sucking the boy's huge cock.
Allowing her self to become accustomed to it in gradual stages, she began working the cock in as far as she could. That sturdy masculine shaft was even larger than it looked. It forced her mouth wide apart and automatically triggered her salivary ands, quickly filling her mouth with saliva and forcing her to swallow with an audible gulp.
She could feel the head pressing against the roof of her mouth and paused to become adjusted to it. Her mouth was filled with cock, and she felt deliciously naughty and depraved and almost wished that others could see her doing such a thing. Pulling up her skirt, she began running her hand over the front of her panties to torment herself all the more. She hadn't realized she was so wet down there. She moved her head to one side, allowing the head of his cock to push outward against her cheek, and then turned her head the other way to achieve the same effect on the opposite cheek.
"This is great!" she heard Dale telling her in an excited voice. "I didn't think…"
He was unable to finish but Sharon knew what he meant. Her tongue busily at work, she began sucking on his throbbing cock. Her blonde head bobbing up and down in his lap, she paused from time to time to swallow her rapidly growing saliva. She was rapidly becoming short of breath but she told herself she had absolutely no intention of stopping.
Dale had been sitting quietly but he began thrusting his pelvis back and forth with movements tat Sharon instinctively realized were coital in nature. As her blonde head continued to bob up and down in his lap, she managed to work a finger under her panties and into her moist cunt. She had never been so aroused before.
Dale's movements became quick and jerky and each forward thrust sent his throbbing cock almost painfully deep into her mouth. His hands came down over her head and he began maneuvering her head up and down in his lap in a forceful manner. Gasping and struggling for breath, Sharon made no attempt to escape. It was beautiful to be handled like that, she told herself; nothing could be more exciting than being forced to eat rock-hard cock. Her fingertip tickled her clitoris, making her shudder with erotic arousal.
Dale thrust back and forth with powerful strokes and kept a firm grip on her blonde head. Sharon knew that his climax was rapidly approaching and braced herself to meet it. Suddenly, Dale lifted himself right off the chair with a forceful stroke and Sharon found her mouth filling with spurting cream. It felt thick and salty and masculine, and her body shuddered convulsively as it sprayed against the insides of her mouth. Her finger, teased her clitoris again and she found herself swept away with a delicious orgasm. Gasping and gurgling, Sharon tried to swallow all of his semen as she trembled with the waves of her own orgasm.
As Dale settled back on the chair again, Sharon made no attempt to get up, although she was completely out of breath. Resting her head in his lap, she kept his cock in her mouth as it began to go soft, and allowed it to soak for a few pleasant moments. Finally drawing back, she began gently licking it all over like a ten lapping up cream.
"I loved eating it!" she told him in a contented voice. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"Sure," Dale replied. It was obvious that he really didn't know what to say to the attractive young teacher who had introduced him to the joys of fellatio.
With some reluctance, Sharon got to her feet. "You know, there's a nice couch in the lounge," she told him. "I don't see why we don't go back there."
Dale quickly took the hint and the two of them retired to the small lounge at the rear of the classroom. The black leather couch looked quite inviting in the waning afternoon sunlight.
Sharon placed her hands on Dale's shoulders and looked at him with an inviting smile on her face. "I want you to undress me, Dale!" she told him, turning and presenting her back so that he could unbutton her blouse.
She could feel his masculine fingers fumbling with the small buttons as he unbuttoned the blouse. He quickly pulled off the blouse, his rough hands brushing against her smooth white shoulders. She remained with her back to him as he unsnapped her brassiere, but turned to face him just in time for him to see her satiny tits tumbling from the cups of her bra. She knew she was blushing prettily as she felt his eager eyes fastened intently on her two pink-tipped mounds.
"I hope you like them, Dale," she said, extending one hand and stroking the front of his slacks. It was apparent that he was having no difficulty in achieving another hard-on.
"Yes, I sure do," he admitted, apparently finding it impossible to find words that would adequately express his feelings.
He fumbled with the fastener of her skirt and finally managed to get it undone.
"Have you ever undressed a woman before?" Sharon asked.
"No," the young man admitted as he pulled the skirt below her hips and, allowed it to slide to the floor.
Sharon could see the look of excitement in his eyes as he gazed at her pink panties and shapely legs outlined by dark-brown stockings. To make his task easier for him, she stepped out of her lowered skirt and high-heeled shoes. Slipping her hands around his neck, she allowed her tits to press against his chest and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Take my stockings and panties off, Dale," she told him in a quiet, teasing voice.
Dropping to one knee in front of her, Dale began unfastening her stockings. She could feel his fingers brushing against her bare thighs and could see the effect that had on him. Gazing continually at that inviting triangle that was clearly on display beneath her wispy panties, Dale worked her stockings down her white legs and pulled them from her small feet.
Blushing warmly and taking in a deep breath, Sharon stood quietly as his hands reached for the waistband of her pink panties. He pulled them down slowly and Sharon could see his eyes widen with pleasure and fascination as the pretty tuft of fleecy brown hair came into view. He continued staring at that inviting nest as he worked her panties down her legs and extricating them from her feet. Slipping off her garter belt and tossing it aside, Sharon playfully stepped back away from him and stretched out on the couch.
"Take off your clothes, Dale!" she told him in a teasing voice.
The excited teenager wasted no time in disrobing. In a moment, he was completely naked and displaying a rock-hard erection. He stretched out on the couch beside her and Sharon gasped as their nude bodies came into contact for the first time. She had never dreamed that the contact of two naked bodies could produce such electrifying sensations.
"Oh, Dale!" she gasped, throwing her bare arms and legs around him and letting her nipples brush against his chest.
Dale kissed her hard on the mouth and soon their tongues were in contact. Dale's hands began exploring her tits and Sharon found herself shuddering with pleasure at contact. His hand began starting down over her smooth tummy and she arched her back sharply as she realized where his hand would be next. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she cupped one hand over his rigid cock and began stroking it gently.
"Mmmm, isn't this wonderful, Dale?" she asked in a breathless voice.
"Couldn't be better," he replied as his hand moved into the cute nest at the fork of her legs.
Sharon squirmed and felt her excitement mounting as his fingers began exploring the plump outer lips of her cunt. She was already nice and wet and could not refrain from pumping her hips in a fucking motion. One of the boy's fingers slid between the slippery lips of her pussy and explored the moist interior.
"Ooooh!" Sharon exclaimed. "You're driving me wild!"
Leaning forward, Dale buried his face in her full tits and began kissing and licking them all over. Sharon was astounded at the intensity of her own reaction. Her breasts quickly became taut with excitement and she found herself breathlessly squirming and arching her, back at the waves of pleasure that began radiating through her entire body.
"Oh, Dale, go ahead and fuck me!" the attractive young teacher cried out in a hoarse voice. "I can't wait a minute longer!"
Raising her knees high in the air and spreading her thighs apart, Sharon eagerly waited for him to mount her. Dale quickly knelt astride her and stretched out on top of her, resting on his knees and elbows. Sharon could feel the tip of his rigid cock exploring her wet hairs, and quickly grabbed it with one hand to escort it into her cunt. She uttered a pleased gasp as she felt the crown slide between the outer lips of her pussy. Dale thrust forward and she could see that he was more than a little amazed at finding her hymen intact.
"Go ahead, Dale," she told him, wriggling girlishly under him and wrapping her arms and legs around him. "You're the first!"
"It may hurt," he warned.
"I want it to hurt!" she replied in an insistent voice. Biting her lip with anticipation, she eagerly awaited the thrust that would end her virginity.
Dale shoved forward forcefully and Sharon could feel the tearing sensation as her hymen gave way. There was a sharp stab of pain but it was transitory, and she quickly forgot about it as the thick cock began stretching her cunt for the first time. She had never teamed that it could be so exciting. In a moment, their organs were completely united and Dale was resting on top of her.
"Oh, Dale, this is wonderful!" Sharon exclaimed. "I love it!" Her fingernails scraped against his bare back and her legs coiled tightly round him.
His bare chest brushing against her taut nipples, Dale began pumping back and forth on top of her. Sharon gasped with amazement at the unexpected and intense pleasures produced by those simple, rhythmic thrusts. It was something totally beyond her previous experience and at first she could hardly believe that it could be so intensely exciting. Without even realizing what she was doing, she began rocking her hips back and forth under him.
I'm being fucked! she told herself. A beautiful young stud is riding on top of me and that powerful cock of his is driving me insane! Oh, I can feel it spreading the walls of my vagina apart each time he shoves it into me! I can't believe anything could really feel so good! Oh, am I ever going to have to make up some lost time in the sex department!
"Oh, Dale, you're driving me crazy!" she told him in an ecstatic voice.
With each forward thrust, Dale seemed to increase the tempo. His young body felt muscular and hard, and Sharon found herself, feeling blissfully feminine and submissive as she squirmed in response to the powerful thrusts that pinned her body firmly against the couch. Lubricated by her generously flowing juices, the thick cock slid back and forth inside her with delightful strokes that made her entire body tremble with excitement.
"Oh, oh! Dale, oh!" Sharon cried out. "This is beautiful! Keep doing it!"
Gradually letting himself go completely, Dale rocked back and forth with vigorous thrusts that sent his weight slamming down against her. Giving way to sheer physical abandon, Sharon thrust her hips wildly under him and clawed at his back to spur him on all the more. She knew she was acting in a purely animal-like manner, and had never imagined anything could be so savagely exciting. Dale suddenly slammed down against her with an final thrust and she felt a delightful warm gush deep in her cunt. Hugging her teenaged partner with complete abandon, Sharon found herself exploding with a delicious orgasm that sent unbelievable waves of pleasure racing through her entire body.
The two of them lay catching their breath for a few moments afterwards. Dale did not seem to want to disengage their organs and Sharon was content to let them soak together.
"You've been wonderful, Dale," Sharon told him. "A girl couldn't ask for anything more."
With some reluctance, Dale finally, dismounted and sat down beside her on the couch. "Boy, I sure never thought this would happen," he admitted, casting one more admiring glance at her nude body. "Why not?" Sharon teased. "After all, teachers get horny too, you know."
"I suppose so," he agreed.
"We better get dressed," Sharon told him as she gradually began to return to reality. "The maintenance people will be around any minute now."
Sharon could see that he was still watching her with obvious interest as they began putting on their clothes. A sudden thought occurred to her. "Would you like some type of souvenir?" she asked.
Dale nodded, but seemed embarrassed to say anything. With an understanding smile, the young teacher handed over her pink panties.
"Thanks," he managed, quickly stuffing the panties into his pocket.
"I should thank you instead," she told him.
"Perhaps another time…" he suggested tentatively.
"Of course," Sharon promised.