New pants please

Every school has one. The teacher who all the boys fantasise about. Miss Anderson was that teacher, and she took a great deal of pride in it. Always dressed professionally yet provocatively, the boys all got hard as they heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor of the classroom. 

As she stood over Tyler’s desk she smirked a little at the bulge in his pants. “Mmm… not bad…” she mused to herself. “Hot for teacher are we? Can’t say I blame you. Oh, you boys have so much potential, you just need the right woman to bring it out of you…” 

As she sat back on the desk for a moment, she gave her instructions. “Good morning class. As you should all know, we have a test today, so I will ask that you are all silent. If you have any questions, please ask me know as I will not be able to help you after I start the timer…” The class was silent so she set the timer to countdown and took off her jacket. 

“Very well then. Please open your papers now and begin. Good luck to all of you, although I’m sure you don’t need it.”

As she took off her jacket and leaned over the desk to pick up the chalk, she purposefully poked her butt towards Tyler. Even with the test on their minds, every guy in the room stared intently at her ass as her already short skirt rode up slightly further. They all wanted to know if the rumours were true. Did Miss Anderson really not wear panties under her skirt?

There’s a funny thing about rumours like that in a school. No one ever seems sure how it got started, a lot of people believed it - perhaps due to wishful thinking - and yet any student who claimed to have seen for himself, was always immediately dismissed as being a liar who wouldn’t even know what pussy looked like.

As she sat down and kicked her feet up on the desk, Tyler glanced over. “God, she’s so fucking hot!” he thought. He was scared to make eye contact and she smirked back at him as she caught his charmingly clumsy attempt to check her out. He looked back down and tried to just concentrate on the test.

She reached for her handbag and pulled out her lipstick. He wanted to watch her put it on as she always looked so sexy as she did. She was well aware that any time she touched up her lipstick the boys all got hard-ons as they imagined just how incredible it would feel to have her lips gently engulf their cocks. She knew a few of them had blown in their pants just watching her before.

Tyler was indeed rock hard already. She had just the right angle from behind her desk to see the bulge and as she caught him staring yet again, snapped her mirror shut and he quickly turned back to the test papers in front of him.

Try as he might though, he couldn’t concentrate at all. His mind wandered to where if often drifted at night. A recurring wet dream of his where Miss Anderson would wander over to his desk and drop her notepad with a titillating, “Oops…”

As she dropped to her knees she quickly grabbed at his belt buckle and began to unfasten it.

“Are you OK Tyler?” she cooed at him. “You seem a little distracted today, is there something I can help you with?”

As she unzipped him and reached into his pants she pulled the bulge in his boxers into view and smiled. “Well there’s the problem Tyler. We will have to do something about this now won’t we? How are either of us supposed to concentrate on class when this nice, thick dick of yours is just throbbing away down here…?”

She began to tease his cock with her tongue and in no time she was sucking him off like a pro. Even in his dreams it never took him long and within a few seconds he would be desperately trying to hold back.

“Please miss! I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Already?!” She giggled, “well somebody obviously loves their teacher very much.”

“Oh, baby! Wow! Very impressive Tyler,” she giggled as he coated her pretty face and glasses with his load.

As he was imagining this, back in reality, Miss Anderson was watching his bulge start to twitch and decided to step in for a little amusement to break up the boredom of the test.

“Tyler…” she called.

“Are you OK? You look a little flushed. Do you need to be excused?” As she asked she bent over the desk giving him a perfect view down her dress. He was already on the edge and this tipped him over. His cumming was no longer just in his fantasy, and he spurted several shots in his pants, which rapidly became visible on his jeans, much to her amusement.

“Ugh… No Miss!” he managed to croak as he began to panic. He couldn’t get up now. Everyone would see what had happened, including Miss Anderson. Of course, she already knew, but she allowed him to keep thinking otherwise for now.

She approached the still blushing teen to have a look at his test sheet, but more importantly at his crotch as well. One of the two didn’t have a mark on it. As she surveyed the room a couple of the boys heads were up to see what was going on. “Eyes down everyone…” she reminded and they swiftly complied. “I think you should go to the nurse’s just to check. Leave the test for now and ah… take your bag.” You may want something to cover that mess up… she thought to herself.

“Err… yes miss…” he replied gingerly, although there was no way he would actually go to the nurse like this.

“If you feel better by the end of the day, come back and we’ll see if we can finish the test then…” she smirked as he shuffled out the door with his bag covering the wet spot.