Tim McGee

The Lusty Teacher

Chapter 1

Every day in art class young Bobby Wills got a hard-on looking at Miss Harris' swell legs. Sometimes she would sit on the top of the desk and he could see between her big, pretty thighs. Wow! She had the best legs ever! What upset him the most was when Miss Harris used the blackboard. Just before she turned she would tuck her blouse into her skirt and take a deep breath. Every lad in the classroom held his breath. Miss Harris had tits that had to measure a full thirty – nine inches. At the start of the semester Bobby had watched to see if she got pissed when the boys eyeballed her tits. But Miss Harris was cool. It did not bother her and she seemed to be very proud of being a voluptuous female. He was not sure about her age. She appeared to be between twenty – five and twenty – eight.

However, Miss Harris was self – conscious about her pretty ass. She wore short tight skirts and when she turned her back the guys got an eyeful. Once in a while she would stretch up on her toes, which drew the skirt taut enough to cup her buttocks. Then it was easy to see how round and soft her cheeks were, and how they jiggled. Some days he could actually see the cut of her panties. That always made his penis even harder. When she drew on the hoard really fast, it made her ass shake like crazy. Sometimes it appeared as though Miss Harris was putting them on.

His cock would swell so big it almost busted through his jeans. He wanted to reach down and stroke it, to take the ache away, but there were girls seated all around him, so he was forced to sit there and shiver, holding back an ejaculation.

It was too much for some of the fellows. One day Louis Garcia got carried away and felt her ass. Miss Harris did not blow her top and she did not scold Louis. Then pretty soon some of the other boys started to make passes at her. At first she would snap around and indignantly sneer at the boys, silently saying, "Why don't you grow up, kid?" But she never spoke out or made a scene, which encouraged more and more guys to try to cop a feel. Pretty soon it was on the grapevine that there were free feels on Miss Harris. But Bobby did not have the nerve to do it. He felt the whole student body could get away with it, but the moment he would try – the roof would cave in on him.

After the end of the class the guys hung around until the girls had cleared the room so they could feel Miss Harris up real good. it pissed Bobby off to see the guys take advantage of a nice lady that way. They would line up, single file, and as each one passed her, he would reach out and grab – ass – then run lickety – split out into the corridor. One day, right after the bell rang, Stevie went up behind Miss Harris while she was bending over her desk, putting away watercolors, and rubbed his cock up against her ass. He humped her like a dog while she slowly straightened up, smiled, and twisted around. Stevie left the room and as Bobby tried to sneak out, hoping she thought he had not seen what had happened, she called out to him, "Just a minute, Bobby. Stay right where you are!"

She went to the doorway, looked out into the hall both ways, then closed the classroom door. She returned to her desk satisfied that the students had left for the day. She pulled the first two shades so the corner of that side of the room would be dark. She opened the door to the supply closet, and called him forward.

"Come sit here, Bobby. I want to talk with you. Her voice was shaky, like when you ponder something sinful. He stood before her with both hands shoved into his jeans.

"Yes, ma'am…"

"Is there something wrong, Bobby? You have a curious look on your face. You look pale."