"… and which of you knows the answer?" Linda Blake looked out over the sea of blank faces in her twelfth grade history class. It was obvious no one knew the answer or even much cared.
Her green eyes finally landed on Kenny. The eighteen-year-old was staring out the window. He seemed like he was in a trance, hypnotized by something in the distance. There was no telling what the boy was thinking about. His attention had steadily vanished as the school year wore on.
Linda rubbed her hands down the sides of her plaid skirt. Even though the motion wasn't intended to be sexy, it was. Most of the bays in class got hard-on's just thinking about Miss Blake.
She was a really hot bush. More than one of the teen-agers in the class had wet dreams about their history teacher.
Linda was the youngest teacher in the school. Whit with the freeze on hiring and limited replacement, she had barely been hired when she'd graduated from college five years ago. There was no doubt that her cool, good looks had done a lot to influence the board into hiring her, after all, three quarters of the board was male.
The woman had the rare combination of lustrous brown hair with startlingly green eyes. She was five foot six and compactly built. Good tits, enough to set youthful mouths watering. And most of the male teachers as well. A well rounded, compact ass that neatly filled the plaid skirt. Tapering legs and slender calves completed the picture.
She couldn't dress as she saw fit; the no bra look was specifically forbidden, to teachers, even though she would have been dynamite with her impudent nipples pressing hard and firm against the fabric of her thin blouse. Linda still managed to look incredibly seductive, however.
Especially to a class of twelfth graders.
"Kenny, can you answer the question?" She waited for some response. The boy continued staring out into space. There was no sign he'd even heard bit name mentioned.
"Kenny!" the woman snapped, "Wake up!"
The boy's head turned back to the classroom. He had heard her sharp command but didn't seem to be very upset over it. That was his problem, Linda thought, nothing bothers him. He's too much in a world of his own to notice anything going on around him.
"Yes, Miss Blake?" he answered listlessly.
"Pay attention in class!"
"Okay."
The woman ran her slender fingers through auburn lacks. She simply wasn't getting through to the kid. She knew. So did everyone else in the class. Several of them were trying hard not to laugh out loud.
"I think you'd better stay after school and have a little talk with me, Kenny."
Linda sighed. The boy was so young, so innocent-looking. In a few years, he'd be a real lady-killer. She could see the handsome features already blossoming into full adulthood on his face. Why was he always so… distant?
The bell rang and the teen-agers were off like a shot. In less than two minutes the room had been evacuated. Only Linda and Kenny remained behind.
"Come here, Kenny. Now. Sit down." Her emerald green eyes bored into the youth. His eyes were a washed sky blue. His hair was uncombed and looked like it was greasy from not being washed in a long time. His clothes were even wrinkled and tacky looking.
"Kenny – Ken. Is there anything wrong?"
His limpid blue eyes seemed to be hollow. There was nothing behind them. No spark of intelligence or life.
He said in a flat tone, "Should something be wrong?"
"Yes, dammit?" Linda flared, "There is and you know it! When this semester started, you were a good student. Not the greatest, maybe, but good. You've failed the last five tests and don't even bother doing your homework. Now, I call that something wrong. What do you call it?"
He simply shrugged.
"Answer me!" Linda raged. She felt the flush reddening her cheeks, enhancing her color. The creamy complexion was tinted with a fine red now, making her beauty shine more than ever.
Kenny noticed. He couldn't really help himself. The woman's simple existence got to him. Seated as she was on the desk, her long legs crossed, he could see the smoky flash of the tops of her nylon stockings. He wasn't sure but he thought he could even seen the flame red of her silk panties.
The woman's tone also jolted him out of his trance. Perhaps for the first time in months, he really saw his teacher, saw how sexy she was. The other boys in the class had been silently lusting after Miss Blake. Kenny had been too wrapped up in himself to even notice she was a woman.
Now he was awakening to the wonderful reality. His eyes moved up and down the lovely woman's body. No matter that she was more than twice as old as he was, the teenager had to admit Linda Blake was a knockout.
He drank in her beauty, from her ankles, up her slim calves, to the occasional glimpse of her succulent white thighs, to the firm and round ass perched on the edge of the desk. A trim waist flared up and out into a really neat set of tits. The boy licked his lips unconsciously as he saw just how big they were.
Big enough to get last between. And the deep vee cut of Linda's blouse left nothing to his fertile imagination. He could tell it was all real. No kleenex crammed in like most of the girls used. And his teacher's face!
Kenny swallowed hard when it hit him just how beautiful the woman was. Her nose was a trifle bit long, but that was okay. It didn't really mar the classic beauty one bit.
The boy realized that his cock was hardening in his jeans. He was embarrassed. He put his notebook down onto his lap to cover up his erection. It wouldn't do to let Miss Blake see that!
The woman recognized how uptight the teen-ager was and immediately guessed the cause – or at least, the most immediate one. It made her feel good to know that she appealed to the boy on a sexual level. Exactly why, Linda Blake couldn't say. She knew she was attractive. Most men got around to telling her that on the first date just before they asked, "Wanna fuck?"
Linda knew that it wouldn't be like that with Kenny. He was too young, too inexperienced in the ways of adult males. The youth was obviously upset. He wouldn't know how to cover it up.
Perhaps that was what attracted Linda to the boy. She knew whatever he said or did, it would be honest. There wasn't a spot of guile in his body. He hadn't learned to lie with a poker face yet. Linda could rely on him and his impressions.
And, from the youth's hard-on bulging up against his blue jeans, Linda knew she was making a big impression on Kenny.
"Want to tell me all about it? Whatever it is that's bothering you so much you're not studying?"
Kenny looked down at the floor. Then, as his eyes slowly rose, he saw Linda's legs again. It seemed like the woman was purposely tormenting him. She uncrossed, then re-crossed her legs in the other direction, making sure he got a full view all the way to her crotch.
The boy wondered what it was like. Up there, between her creamy thighs. In that place where all the guys bragged about getting into with their pricks and which none of them really knew what the hell they were talking about.
"Is it that bad, Ken?" The teacher's voice seemed to soothe him a little, caress him with the soft words, the knowing tone.
"Yea, I guess it is. My mother and dad aren't getting along too good. She, my mom, that is, well… my dad says she plays being sick just to get attention. She's in the hospital now…"
The woman looked down in sympathy at the boy. "What do the doctors say? Do they agree with your father? Or do they think something's really wrong?"
"I guess they go along with my dad. I heard Doctor Proctor saying something about psychosomatic disorders or some word like that." He looked into Linda's emerald green eyes.
She let a little smile curl the corners of her mouth. She knelt in front of the boy and told him, "Sometimes it isn't easy growing up. There's lots of things that just don't seem right seem fair. This might be one of than. Your mother's probably being kept in the hospital to make sure there's nothing really wrong with her. But thinking there's a disease almost makes it true."
Kenny swallowed again. He was able to look down the front of Linda's blouse. All the way down to see the white cloth of her imprisoning bra. He licked his dry lips again. The teen-ager wondered what it would be like getting his hands on those knockers. It'd probably be a special feeling.
But he knew he'd have to get his mind off the teacher and on to other subjects. Ken didn't want to cream in his jeans. That would be too humiliating.
"She thinks she's got a couple dozen things wrong with her. Maybe you're right. Maybe it's all in her head."
Linda reached out and gently placed a hand on the boy's trembling arm. She said, "There's no need to be afraid of me, Kenny. I'm just trying to help you. Do you believe that?"
He nodded his head up and down, his straw-colored hair flying in a wild disarray around his ears.
"Good." Linda smiled her most winning smile and began stroking Kenny's arm. It felt so small, so vulnerable under her more mature grip. She felt like a master sculptor able to mold the boy info anything she wanted. It was more than a feeling of power, it was a feeling of sex and power.
A more intoxicating combination she couldn't think of.
The boy's arm continued to shake under her hand. She cooed, "Relax, Kenny, just relax."
The youth dropped his notebook and made a mad grab for it. He missed and loose paper went flying all over the room. Being such a clumsy klutz didn't bother him as much as letting his history teacher see his erection. She was so close and her hand moving up and down his arm felt so warm and nice!
Linda knew what the lump was. Her other hand moved out and rested on top of Kenny's jeans. She whispered, "Does this make you feel good? My hand moving like this?"
She started pressing down slightly as she massaged the boy's bidden cock. Kenny swallowed again and a look of wild fright flashed across his face.
"Please, Miss Blake, uh, I… I got to go!"
But his body wouldn't obey him. His legs were weak and watery. His innards quivered like jello on a plate during an earthquake. Ken made an effort to stand one more time and then he was doomed to fail. He wanted this attention!
It made his cock tingle and feel all hot and tight just like when he'd jack off to the pictures in the magazines swiped from his father's, closet. To actually have a woman's hand on his dick!
Ken almost shot his wad at the thought.
The next thing he remembered was the "ziiiip!" of his fly opening and a hand fumbling inside his jockey shorts. His four-inch dong soon poked out of his pants. He looked down in disbelief.
Linda's hand circled around his prod and squeezed down. He groaned and leaned back in the chair. Ken felt hot blasts of lightning jolt into his groin. His balls tumbled and churned with desire for his, teacher!
"Oh, please, Miss Blake…" he began.
His teacher cut him off, "Call me Linda. When there's no need to be so formal. Between friends, there's no need for that, is there, Kenny?"
How hot his prick felt! The boy was squirming and bucking up and down so much he couldn't even answer. When Linda started moving her hand up and down his length, Kenny managed to mumble, "Goood! Feels so niice!"
Linda smiled broadly. Her breathing was coming in more hurried, frantic gasps. Her jugs rose and fell at a quickened tempo. She was getting all hot and sticky in the cunt by simply jacking the boy off.
In a few minutes, it was hard to tell which of the two was the more aroused. Kenny was shoving his hips back and forth in an untutored, primitive way. It was an age old rhythm that didn't have to be learned or practiced. Every man instinctively knew it.
And Linda's breath felt like liquid fire in her throat. She had half-closed her eyes as emotions flooded through her trim, seductive body. Linda was enjoying every second of this. The smooth tube of hard dick in her hand aroused her. It made her cunt slobber and drool out its love juices. After a few trips up and down Kenny's dong, Linda knew that she wasn't going to be able to stop herself until the boy had come.
"Good, Kenny? It's good?" she anxiously inquired. The way his cock trembled and jerked under her firm grip told her everything she wanted to know. The boy was long past saying anything coherent. The teacher wondered what he was thinking about. Was he fantasizing being jerked off by some famous movie star? A beauty queen?
If Linda could have read Kenny's mind, she would have been both amazed and pleased. He was concentrating on her and her alone. He thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was the greatest and she was giving him a hand-job better than any masturbation.
Linda's hand encircled the short dick. Her fingers unerringly found the underside of Kenny's dong and began to lightly pinch and massage. The boy's moans filled the room but who was to hear it? The school was long since deserted for the day. No one stayed unless they had a good reason.
The blood pounded fiercely into the boy's prick. Linda felt the hood of his glans expand under her fervent grip. The purple tip of his dong grew larger, ever larger. She knew that the boy would soon squirt out his juice.
She removed her hand and left tile red pole standing proudly erect and alone from Kenny's crotch. The boy's eyes shot open, a look of pure horror on his face.
He blurted out, "What's wrong? Why'd you stop? I… I'm not… I don't have the clap or anything do I?"
Linda laughed low. The clap? Hardly. Not with Kenny. He was a virgin. She'd bet any amount of money on that. It was something in the way he held himself, the way he acted. He was naive, childish, yet with a growing realization that he was turning into a man.
"No, there's nothing wrong. I just wanted to let you rest! Don't want to tire you out too quickly or you won't get the full enjoyment from this. You do like the feel of my hand on you, don't you, Kenny?"
"Sure, Mrs. Blake… uh, Linda! It's swell!"
"Good. Let me just start doing it again. And try to keep control of yourself. Don't let any of the white stuff spew out until you just can't hold it back a second longer!"
Her fingers lovingly surrounded Kenny's prick again. Linda began feeling acutely uncomfortable. Her own lust was mounting higher and higher. It was all well and good for her to tell the boy not to come. It was something else again not to do it herself. That'd be most undignified for a school teacher!
Linda kept stroking his warm cock. Each feathery touch made Kenny's dong leap and prance like a stallion waiting for a race. The boy was frisky and had a lot of youthful curiosity about him. He wanted to prolong this as much as Linda did.
After all, he was on the receiving end. And this was a hundred times better than jacking himself off! The feel of Linda's fingers on his cock made the boy acutely aware of the turmoil going on inside his body. It was as if an earthquake was starting in his guts. Kenny felt his balls tighten until he wanted to scream.
That didn't seem like a manly thing to do. Kenny tried to hold back any outcry at all. He bit down on his lower lip and screwed his eyes closed to concentrate.
Linda sexily whispered, "Don't worry, Kenny. What you're feeling is natural. Normal. And good. Isn't it?"
"Yeas," he hissed from between tightly pressed lips. "It feels soooo great!"
"Good. Just relax and enjoy…"
Her hand seemed to flow up and down the four inches of dong like a liquid. Faster and faster the woman worked. Her hand now circled around a lusty pole of man meat. Bouncing and jerking, his prick was like a wild stallion. Linda held firmly to the throbbing cock. Her fingers tightened until Kenny began to moan and thrash around. She knew it was getting harder and harder for the boy to control his ejaculation.
Kenny kept his eyes closed. He concentrated on the sensations ripping into his young body. This was completely unlike anything he'd ever done before. He was actually getting jacked off by Miss Blake!
"Ooooh, ummmm!" he moaned, then caught himself. His fists were clenched so tightly, his fingernails were cutting into the palms of his hands. "I… I can't keep it back any longer!"
He felt his balls tumble and chum. The warm jizz inside his balls suddenly turned super hot. He couldn't control it any longer. The boy felt the sudden rush of his jism down his cook. He opened his eyes in time to watch a white stream arc out of the end of his prick.
His groin felt like it was bathed in fire. His balls ached as they convulsively squirted out his spunk. But it was a good ache. It made him know he was a man.
The second blast of his come wasn't as fierce as the first. The boy watched in fascination as Linda continued moving her hand up and down his hot prick. Each place her fingers touched made the eighteen-year old think she was sticking pins in him. The fiery jism was dying out. The only thing left was a dull warmth in his belly.
In a few seconds, Kenny lost his erection. Linda was left with a limp worm in her hand. The boy stared at his teacher, then at her hand. His dong seemed so small and useless now – but it'd been tremendous a few minutes earlier!
And the way it lay in the middle of the white pool of his cum seemed obscene, wrong – to the boy.
"Miss Blake!" he started in horror. His teacher didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with having his come all over her hand, not the way she was avidly licking it off!
Her green eyes gleamed with unbridled lust. She enjoyed the taste of jism, even a eighteen-year old's!
And the feeling of power, of accomplishment was almost as good as getting a good fucking.
Almost.