I have always had trouble in school. Held back twice in my school “career”, I was now an eighteen-year-old junior at Jefferson High School. I had considered dropping out, but I know how hard my parents worked to get me this far.
So when my junior year started, I sucked it up and began the drudgery once more. I figured I would give it one more chance just to please my parents. Then if it was still too tough, I was eighteen and an adult–I could drop out and no one could stop me.
And so with very little expectation of a “good” year, I boarded the school bus and headed off to the three-story red brick bastille that would be my second home for the next nine months.
The bus ride was everything I expected; noisy, rambunctious, and crowded. It was the perfect way to start off the school year and only confirmed my suspicions that this was going to be another year of sheer hell.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a long ride to school; only about twenty minutes. And soon enough, we were pulling up to the familiar building. I was one of the last kids off the bus, not in any hurry to pass through those doors again.
Once inside, I found what would be my new locker, took off my jacket, and got my notebook ready for my first class. I made my way through the crowded halls to my first class (why do they always put classes at the opposite ends of the school from where you are?) in time for the bell.
My first class of the day was American History. I liked history; I always thought it interesting learning how people lived “way back then”. So this wasn’t a bad way to start the day, I suppose.
My history teacher was pretty cool too–he told us little facts and trivia information that we couldn’t find in the history books. He had been all over the country and had seen the things he talked about firsthand.
When the bell rang for the second period, I made my way upstairs to my next class. English. Not my best subject–I could never remember the myriad of rules and crap that goes into proper sentence structure, proper non-verb agreement, etc., etc., ad nauseum!
I was a good speller and a great reader–I had always been more advanced than my grade in these two subjects. But putting my thoughts down on paper in proper form was the hard part.
This year I would find it especially difficult, though. As I approached Room 217, I paused for a moment. Behind this door was one of the plagues of my existence.
I gathered my resolve, remembering that I was a junior and that I only had a little more of this to go through and turned the handle of the classroom door.
When I entered the room, there were only a couple of other students sitting at the desks they were claiming as theirs for the class. I walked in and quickly found a seat myself.
I preferred sitting close to the front, first off, because it gave me a head start on getting out of the class. And secondly, I had a better view of the chalkboard without looking over other kid’s heads. As I sat down and got myself organized, I heard the door open again.
I initially thought it was just another student coming into the class, so I didn’t pay the door much attention. I was getting my notebook ready and set up. The first day of class is always confusing with new teachers each wanting to do things their way, books to get, and those first-class assignments. So I was busy trying to get set up for that… until I heard her voice, that is.
“Good Morning class, My name is Ms. Campbell and this is English 101. In this class, we will learn the basics of…”
That was all I heard. The second her melodious tones reached my ears, my head snapped up and my eyes beheld the vision of loveliness that had created such music.
She was about 5’7,” had long, blonde hair, very bright, blue eyes, and later in the school year, I would learn her measurements were 34DD-26-36. I knew the moment I saw her that first day I wasn’t going to learn much about English in her class, but, that I was determined to learn a lot about HER!
Right off the bat, I started to have a tough time in her class. Not from the subject matter as much as from the instructor! Ms. Campbell was one of those teachers who didn’t like to sit behind the desk unless she was grading papers. When she was teaching, she was out in front of the chalkboard or leaning on the front edge of her desk talking to the class.
When she wasn’t doing that, she liked to walk around the classroom checking on how we were doing with the assignment. And let me tell you, the sound of her walking with those high heels clicking and the seductive swish of her skirt or her stockings made it VERY hard to concentrate!
Ms. Campbell always dressed impeccably. She had a smoking hot body and she knew it. Her outfits were always tasteful, but with a definite hint of sex appeal that did not go unnoticed.
That first day of school, she wore a tight black skirt that barely reached mid-thigh in length, a red blouse with half-sleeves and button front that she had unbuttoned so far that you could see the top of her bra and her big full breasts.
She had a rack on her that made my mouth water too! The joke with us boys was that whenever Ms. Campbell went anywhere, she arrived five minutes before she arrived!
English quickly became one of my favorite classes. I still struggled with the rules and technical aspects of writing in proper form, but at least the decor was nice to look at! I continued to ogle her, taking in every nuance of her delicious form, noticing every delightful curve until I got a good look at her hands.
I noticed her left hand was curiously devoid of anything shiny and sparkly. I wondered for a minute how something so fine had escaped the clutches of marriage, but I quickly put the thought from my mind.
I had been attending her class for a couple of weeks, trying to pay attention to the work, but not having much luck at it. Ms. Campbell would call on one of the students occasionally to answer a question from the information we studied or what she had lectured on that day. Once in a while, she called on me but of course, the moment she called my name, my mind went blank!
One day, just as the bell rang, Ms. Campbell called out my name. “Jimmy, would you please stay after class for a minute, I need to talk with you,” she said.
“Um, okay,” I said, sitting back down in my seat. We waited until the rest of the class had filed out of the room and then she came over to sit in the seat next to mine.
“So, Jimmy, what is the problem with you and this class? Don’t you like it?” she asked.
“I-I don’t have a problem, Ms. Campbell,” I answered.
“You certainly do. You are doing poorly with your assignments… you don’t seem to be following, day-to-day, what is going on here. I have had a look at your school records and you seem to have a lot of trouble in school. You have been held back twice and I want to see you succeed.
“This is your junior year and if you apply yourself, you can still pull off graduation. I want to see you up on that stage, Jimmy, and I know your parents want that too. Why don’t you come over to my house tonight, or some night, and let’s talk about how we can get you up on that stage, okay?” she said. My heart felt like it was pounding right out of my chest when she said that.
“If you think that is necessary, Ms. Campbell. I guess I could,” I said.
“Yes, I do. I want to help you, Jimmy, to be successful in my class. And hopefully, in the rest of your schoolwork as well. We need to find out why school is so hard for you,” she said. I don’t know why school was so hard for me, but I knew why her class was “hard” for me!
“Here is my address. Can you come over tonight at about eight o’clock?” she asked as she gave me the slip of paper.
“Y-yes,” I stammered. I saw a slight smile form on her perfect lips.
That afternoon, I went home as usual, did my chores, then, at dinner I turned to Mom. “Ms. Campbell, my English teacher asked me to come by her house tonight. She wants to talk to me about my schoolwork. I think she wants to help me somehow so I can do better in her class. Can I borrow the car?” I asked.
I had gotten my driver’s license and was able to drive, but we only had one car – hence my riding the bus to school.
I left the house, driving over to the address she had given me. I knew the town very well, having lived here most of my life. I found a convenient parking spot and parked the car. I walked to the front door and rang the buzzer.
When the door opened, my cock immediately jumped to attention as she stood there, one luscious arm on the edge of the door, dressed in a skimpy tank top cropped to just below her amazing tits, and a pair of the tightest-fitting jeans I had ever seen. They hugged her curves so tightly I could almost make out her freckles if she had any!
“Please, Jimmy, come in,” she said, smiling at my slack-jawed reaction to her outfit.
I walked into her house, a mix of nervousness and boyish excitement. I was in the house of a goddess–this was the stuff wet dreams are made of!
“Go into the living room and make yourself comfortable, Jimmy. I’ll bring us a couple of sodas, then we can talk,” she said
I settled down into a soft cushion on the couch, looking around the room and noticing the big fireplace. She had some pics on the mantle; a couple of pics of her as a child and one of her parents, but lucky for me, none of them contained what I could assume were husbands or children. She had decorated the place in the same tasteful manner she decorated herself—this lady had class as well as sex appeal!
My thoughts were quickly interrupted when I heard her steps as she came into the living room. She was carrying a tray that had the sodas and some glasses with ice. She set the tray down on the coffee table and then took a seat on the couch, right next to me. I could feel beads of sweat starting to emerge on my forehead and my stomach was flopping around like a catfish in a wet sack!
“I didn’t know if you liked your soda in ice or just right out of the bottle,” she said as she handed me a soda. I took the bottle from her and the glass of ice she offered, pouring the soda into it and taking a sip to try to calm myself.
“Now, Jimmy, something is bothering you in class,” she said softly.
“Y-yes, I, I know,” I answered shakily. Her soft, sultry voice was like the sexiest James Brown music you ever heard and I felt my cock twitch as she spoke.
“What is it?”
“Well, it’s kinda hard…” I said, looking down.
“It’s okay, you can tell me,” she coaxed.
“Umm, well, it’s you!” I answered bashfully.
“Me?” she asked.
“Y-yes,” I said. “I, umm, you see, I have kinda have a thing about women who are… “
“What, Jimmy?” she asked with seemingly renewed interest.
“Umm, well… well-endowed!” I abruptly said.
“Well-endowed? Oh, you must mean my chest,” she answered, blushing a bit.
“Yes,” I said, glad to finally get it out.
“So how did this obsession come to be?” she asked, interested.
“Well, I, uh, I have some magazines. Magazines with pictures of women…” I said, squirming in my seat now. It was getting awfully warm in that apartment!
“I see. And what were these women doing in the pictures?” she asked. She was teasing me now, smiling at my discomfort and trying to get me to talk about sex with her.
“Well most of the girls were just posing,” I said.
“Most of the girls? What about the others?” she pressed.
“Well, one girl was with a man, and… “
“Oh yeah? And what, Jimmy? Come on, tell me more. “
“Well, the man was standing up and she was kneeling in front of him both were naked and she had his, umm, thing between her boobs. She was…”
“Tit-fucking him?” she said, cutting through my nervous hesitancy.
“Yeah,” I said. I was about to cum right there in my pants, talking to this lovely creature like this. I could feel my cock screaming to get out and show her how excited I was at that moment.
“I see. And because I am, as you called it, well endowed, you are finding it hard to concentrate in class then?” she asked.
“Yes, Ms. Campbell, very hard. I’m sorry, I am trying, but you, you are just so damned…”
“Well, thank you, Jimmy. It’s nice to be noticed!” She saw I was blushing beet red at the way this conversation had turned. “Well, I’m afraid in order for you to make any progress in class, it looks like we are going to have to take care of this problem. “
I looked at her puzzled not quite understanding what she was getting at. “Take care of this problem?” I asked.
“Yes, and I think I have a way we can accomplish this, ” she added.
I took a sip of my soda, my hand shaking so much, I nearly spilled it.
“Shall we begin?” she asked.
“Umm, I guess so, yes. How?” I asked.
She moved closer to me on the couch, turning her body to face me. She was so close our knees could touch and I could smell her intoxicating perfume. She smelled every bit as sexy and beautiful as she looked! Ms. Campbell then took my face in her hands and leaned forward, closer, until her soft, full, ruby red lips touched mine. My cock nearly ripped through my jeans!
My arms hesitantly wrapped around her, my hands slipping under her armpits. I could feel the sides of her tits as my arms wrapped around the side of her body. I could also feel she wasn’t wearing a bra under her top! Her right hand went behind my head and pulled my mouth harder to hers as the fingers ran through my collar-length dark hair.
I squirmed again as she continued to kiss me with more intensity. She was leaning me, back, back, until she was almost over me, her kisses getting hotter and her left hand wandering down my body until she reached my crotch. She felt the girth of my cock through my trousers, and as she rubbed it, she became hotter and I heard a moan. I wasn’t sure if it was her or me!
She broke the kiss and with no hesitation, her left hand moved to lower my zipper. Then, she unhooked my belt buckle and, instinctively, I raised my hips so she was able to slide my trousers down my legs. I groaned and this time I knew it was me!
As she stroked my hard, throbbing, cock through my boxers, it suddenly popped through the fly and stood straight up! I saw her eyes widen, as she gazed at it, saying, “Well hello there! My, but you are a big boy aren’t you!”
My sex life up to this point was limited at best. I had only had a very brief sexual interlude with one other girl, a fellow classmate, when I had just turned sixteen. There were a couple of “grope and hope” sessions – you know, a boobie grab here, or an over-the-panty pussy pet there, but it usually ended at that point before it got any further. Nothing very exciting, really.
But now I was here with this amazingly hot and sexy schoolteacher, who was built like a brick shithouse, and doing things to me that a young boy can only dream of in his wildest nighttime fantasies!
She was staring hungrily at my steel-hard cock throbbing as she held it in her tiny hand and licking her lips like a lioness looking at a raw steak. I just knew from the look in her eyes I wasn’t going to last long once I found myself happily sheltered in that warm, wet mouth.
She held my hard shaft in one hand while her other hand played with my cum-heavy balls. She drew her long, slender fingers over my nutsack, using her red nails to lightly scratch me playfully.
As her hand gripped my throbbing, twitching cock and played with my balls, she looked up at me and smiled. “I know what you are thinking Jimmy… you want to slide that big thick juicy cock right up between my tits and you want me to tit fuck your hard cock like those pictures in the magazines, right?”
“OH God, YES!! But, I won’t last, Ms. Campbell!”
“Call me Heather and I know you won’t last, but you are young and you will recuperate! Besides, we have lots of time. Tonight I just want to help you with this big-tit obsession!” She sat back up and watching my reaction, she crossed her arms and lifted her sweater up and off of her.
I watched in near disbelief, my eyes glued to the two full, firm, fleshy tits, the nipples already erect and hard as pebbles! She moved down onto the floor between my spread legs, then she did something which almost made me spurt right there and then.
She laid her hands flat on my thighs about halfway up and began to shake her upper body back and forth. I gasped as her big twin-D beauties shook as she moved. They looked like two flesh-colored mounds of Jello, tipped with a cherry on top of each one!
As I sat there in stunned amazement at the turn of events that the evening had taken she suddenly stood up. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back honey,” she said. This was actually a pretty humorous statement – moving from this spot was the last thing on my mind at the moment! She padded off down the hall and returned a moment or so later carrying a small bottle of something clear.
“A little of my lubricant with slicken things up and make that big old cock slide between my tits so nice and smooth!” she said.
She flipped open the small bottle and poured some of the clear liquid on her huge tits, letting the slippery viscous fluid run over her ample mounds and down in the valley between them. She capped the bottle, put it on the table, then, brought her hands up to her amazing tits, working the lube into her tit flesh. The whole time she kept her eyes locked on mine and smiled at me, as she knew this was driving me crazy.
“Oh Jimmy, this feels good, but your cock is going to feel soo much better!” she cooed sexily. Using her hands, she spread my legs wide. Still wearing my briefs but with my cock sticking up through the opening of them, she moved closer to me.
She raised up a bit off the floor and holding her breasts wide apart, she thrust her chest at me so that the backside of my cock rested against her. I began to slowly pump, moving my cock up and down the valley between her wondrous mounds.
She put her hands on the sides of her tits and slowly began pushing them closer together. Closer… closer! My eyes widened as I noticed her tits getting very close to the sides of my hard, aching cock!
She was looking down, watching her tits come closer and closer to me. Then I felt her tits barely enclose me!
“OH GOD! OH GOD! I’M… not… going… to… last!!” I hollered out!
Realizing this, she completely folded her meaty tits all around my cock in one quick move!
“Fuck them, Jimmy! Fuck these big titties!” she hollered.
I pumped furiously, wanting to fuck those enormous tits; wanting to climb into that wonderful valley and live there forever! My balls were boiling with sweet, hot, cum! I knew they were going to release their huge load any second now! GOD! Her tits were out of this world! So hot, so round, so beautiful!
“UH! UH! UH! UH!” I groaned as she whipped them up and down my length. She loved how the tip spread her tits and came into view, then, as she raised her tits up, disappeared again! After doing this several times, her head was bent and she opened her lips as wide as she could, letting the tip slip in between them! Her mouth stayed on the tip, sucking, sucking, her hands moving her big, heavy tits up and down my shaft faster and faster!
“Look out, Heather! Look out! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… oh my god… CUMMMMMM!!” I screamed out. Heather braced for it as she felt the tip thicken between her lips and she was ready as the first, long, thick spurt left my balls, raced up my shaft, and gushed into her mouth!
Heather gulped it down quickly to get more room in her mouth and as she did, the second spurt blasted over her tongue and impacted against the back of her throat! Again and again, I shot scalding hot jets of sticky man sauce at her.
She swallowed, each time but, after getting a good taste of it and just to be playful, she pulled her mouth off my cock and gave “the girls” a taste of my cum as well. She let me shoot a couple of spurts onto each of her tits moaning as she felt the heat from my balls covering her. The white cum looked so beautiful over her tanned, coppery skin.
My shaft bucked and bucked, releasing unbelievable amounts of hot, sweet, male sperm! I filled her mouth several times over, planted a little on her chin as it dribbled out of her mouth and coated her tits and belly with my seed as well.
Finally, my cock ended its big delivery, my balls drained of their contents. Heather quickly gulped and sucked the last of my sperm off my shaft, sucking a few more precious drops from it and moaning as she did so.
“God, I never knew a man could produce so much!” she said with excitement as she noticed my shaft was still up, hard and pulsing. “We will have to go upstairs and finish this,” she said. “Come on upstairs in about ten minutes, okay?” She raised up, licking her lips, saying, “Best damn cum I have ever eaten.”
I watched her as she got to her feet and headed for the stairs. I took a long breath, thinking, Damn, I sure never expected this!
I waited about ten minutes then I stood up, grabbing my pants. I laughed at myself as my cock, still very hard, bobbed as I walked. I went up the steps and followed the light coming from her bedroom. I walked in and saw her large white four-poster bed, with several pillows at the head and I noticed her bedspread had been rolled back.
Alone in the room for the moment, I quickly pulled my briefs and shirt off, then I climbed on the bed. I don’t know why I thought it odd, given this woman’s beauty and taste, but she had silk sheets on the bed. I was loving the feel of the silk sheet against my body.
I had never felt anything so luxurious and sexy. There was a small table lamp on her nightstand, which cast a soft fairly dim glow over the bed. Beyond the bed, I could not see much, but I could hear her in the bathroom from a door at the other end of the room…
