Please Miss!

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Please Miss!To say I was unaware of sex as a young man would be a lie. Like most t***age b**s I started masturbating fairly early, initially just dry wanking, that knee trembling feeling of imminent orgasm but no cum, soon to be followed by wet dreams, waking up in a sticky puddle of spunk. I was one of the first in my peer group to pluck up enough courage to complete the ultimate rite of passage – buying a porn mag from the local newsagents.Like many young men, I experimented with homosexuality – the usual mild flirtations with mutual masturbation and oral sex and in the process realised that I found men as equally sexually arousing as women. I did however, keep this little gem of discovered knowledge to myself, as to admit to being bisexual would have caused untold problems at sch**l.My sch**l days were plagued by painful, instantaneous erections that appeared the very second your mind started to wander off the subject at hand, and drifted onto sex. After a while you start to learn to control it to some degree and so did I, or more precisely, I would have done if it hadn’t been for Miss Smales.Were there attractive girls of my own age at school? Yes, but they paled in comparison to Miss Smales, the sexual goddess that haunted my dreams at night and the focus of my fevered masturbatory fantasies. She was also my English Teacher. Had she been like my previous English teacher, a rather severe, matronly woman in her fifties, it wouldn’t have been a problem but she was as far from that image as it’s possible to be. Tall, athletic and long legged with honey blonde hair that fell in loose curls around her face, she was the epitome of every t***age b**s fantasy woman. Her breasts, while not huge, were a decent size and her skin was tanned an even, golden caramel colour that highlighted her sparkling blue eyes and white teeth. She wore very little make-up, and what she did wear was natural. Her perfume, some blend of honeysuckle and jasmine, was unique and just the smell of it lingering in the corridor was enough to make my cock stand to attention. Did I also mention that she was a PE teacher? The last lesson on Friday afternoon was always the worst for me as Miss Smales, fresh from teaching g**ls PE, would breeze into the classroom wearing a loose fitting polo shirt and short gym skirt over white frilly knickers. The sight of her long, tanned legs rising all the way to the hem of the skirt, just below the swell of her tight buttocks, and the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine wafting to my nostrils as she walked past were enough to give me a raging erection that I did my best to hide.When she sat down at the front of the class to take the register, I had an almost perfect view of the full length of those glorious legs, terminating at the soft, white gusset of her frilly gym knickers and the sight of her damp gusset was enough to make my cock throb painfully in my trousers. If I had been called güvenilir bahis şirketleri to the Headmaster’s office at that time, I wouldn’t have been able to stand without showing my obvious arousal to the world.Registration completed, Miss Smales gave us the work that she expected us to complete during the lesson and after a short while began to wander around the cl***room, checking on people’s progress, offering advice and making corrections. I tried to concentrate on the work in hand and to some extent I was succeeding, my erection starting to subside, when I smelled her perfume next to me, and felt her hair brush my cheek as she leaned over my shoulder. I felt the warm weight of her breast as it pressed against my back and the erection was back, hard, throbbing and about to explode. My breath caught in my throat and the pressure on my back eased as she came to the side of the desk. She spoke my name and as I turned my head to face her, I found myself staring straight down the open neck of her shirt at the swell of her breasts, partially enclosed in a white lacy bra. A thin film of sweat clung to the tanned skin of her cleavage and I could see the raised prominence of her nipples through the lace fabric.“Are you having any problems, Richard?” she asked.Her voice brought me back from my reverie and I looked up at her face, her blue eyes sparkling and the slight smile on her lips told me that she was very aware of where I’d been looking and that she was certain I was having problems, but not with the work.“Not really, Miss,” I said “but some of it needs careful reading to understand exactly what the author is trying to convey.”“ Very well, Richard, but if you need help, please ask rather than struggle.”She turned and walked back towards the front of the cl***room, her hips swaying in time to some rhythm only perceivable by her and sat back down, treating me to another wonderful view of her long, tanned legs and knicker gusset.By now, of course, my mind was no longer on the work in hand and the lesson passed quickly. I made a little progress with the assignment but by the time Miss Smales started her final round of the classroom to collect the work for marking, I was still a long way from finishing.“How are you getting on, Richard?” she asked when she reached my desk.“Not very well, Miss. I’ve still got a bit to do. I couldn’t understand some parts of the question.”I could hardly admit that the sight of her boobs and legs had put me off my stride.“How long do you think you’ll need to complete it? I’ve got to do some marking for the next hour, so if you want you can carry on with it, I’ll be available if you need to ask questions.”She turned to my friend sitting at the next desk.“Simon, could you pop to the school office and tell Richard’s mother that he’s got some work to finish and he’ll be about an hour late home, please?”The bell sounded for the end of lesson canlı bahis şirketleri and the rest of the class departed, leaving me sat at my desk, trying to concentrate on completing the assignment and sneaking a glance up Miss Smales’ skirt when I thought she wasn’t looking.“You seem a little distracted today, Richard.” Her voice broke into my train of thought and I raised my eyes from her crotch to see her looking directly at my face. I was so busted – one look at her face and I knew she’d been watching me copping a sneaky peek.“Come with me.” she said, “I could use a little help to move something, if you don’t mind?”I stood, my erection very obvious to her and I saw a small smile play across her lips. She led me to the store room and opened the door. I entered and she followed me in. I turned to face her and the scent of her perfume was intoxicating in the enclosed space. She placed a finger to my lips and, taking my hand, guided it under the edge of her skirt so that my fingers rested against the soft, damp cotton that covered her pussy.“Is this what you want?” she whispered, leaning in.Before I could answer, her lips brushed against mine, kissing me softly and then stepped back slightly. She gripped the bottom of her polo shirt and, raising her hands, lifted it over her head, dropping it to the floor. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra and lowering it to join the shirt in a crumpled heap. Her breasts were the same shade of caramel as her legs, with no tan lines, indicating that she sunbathed topless. Her nipples crinkled slightly as they stiffened in the cooler air of the store room and she reached out, pulling my head down.“They like to be kissed, you know.” She murmured, “Kissed and sucked.”I bent my head to the task, kissing and sucking each nipple in turn as she guided me, whispering encouragement when I got things right and when I chewed lightly at her stiffening nubs, I was rewarded with a gentle moan.She raised my head, kissed me on the lips again, and then started to slowly unbutton my shirt, pushing it back off my shoulders. A small jolt of electricity seemed to pass through me as she bent her head and kissed my nipples before kneeling in front of me. Her hand rested lightly on the obvious bulge in the front of my trousers. I groaned, silently praying that I wouldn’t cum and then I felt her hands at my belt, undoing it. The quiet rasp of my zip descending and then she was gently tugging my trousers and underwear down, exposing my throbbing erection to her view.My cock twitched as she reached out and tenderly cupped my balls in her soft hands. Her pink tongue flickered from between her lips and licked at the tip of my cock. I jerked uncontrollably and then groaned loudly as her lips parted to take my cock head deep into her mouth. She slid her mouth deeper until her nose rested against my sparse pubic hair and then pulled back, leaving my cock shiny canlı kaçak iddaa with saliva. She took hold of my hands, placed them on her head and started to bob her head up and down over my erection. My breathing started to become heavier and my hands, now entangled in her golden curls, pulled her mouth onto my prick. I could feel the cum beginning to stir in my balls and she must have sensed how close I was to spunking because she stopped and stood up.“Not quite yet, Richard,” she breathed “you still have lessons to learn.”So saying, she reached to the side, unzipped her skirt and let it fall before stepping from her knickers. Her pussy was almost completely shaved apart from a thin strip of pubic hair just above the central cleft and the outer lips were shiny with moisture. She motioned for me to kneel down in front of her and as she stepped towards me I smelled the most amazing mix of her sensual perfume and her arousal, the sweet, musky smell of pussy juice, just starting to dribble.She spread her legs and bent her knees slightly, allowing her pussy lips to open up like the petals of a flower. I shuffled closer to her on my knees and inhaled the heavenly scent of her juices. She rested her hands on the back of my head and with gentle pressure urged me to lick at her open pussy. She tasted divine and, as I plunged deeper, she moaned, pulling me tighter against her tender flesh, guiding my tongue towards her clitoris. I licked harder, tasting her juices as they flooded my mouth, smearing them across my lips and chin. She groaned, her breath ragged, panting hard as she reached her orgasm and her legs trembled under her.As she recovered a little, she indicated that I should lie down on the polished wooden floor and as I did so, she crouched over me, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers. She lowered herself onto my cock and as her inner muscles gripped my stiffness, I almost came, the sensations were so intense. Slowly at first she started to raise and lower her ass, riding my cock, her muscles gripping and sucking at me as she did so. I started to pant as my arousal built to a crescendo and I felt myself fighting a losing battle to keep my orgasm bottled up.“I’m going to come,” I groaned “I can’t hold it back.”As I said this, she reached round behind her and caressed my balls, squeezing them gently and I felt my cum explode from my cock, flooding her pussy with my spunk. Her muscles clamped down on me, gripping me, holding me in place as a second orgasm rocked her body.We lay there for a few minutes, both catching our breath, recovering from the intensity of the sensations, then she eased herself off my cock and I could see the liquid pearl of my cum start to trickle from her pussy and down her thighs. She took some paper towels from a shelf and wiped herself before tenderly cleaning my cock and balls.We dressed and as we left the store room she turned to me, smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek.“Get back to work, Richard.” she said “you’ve still got half an hour to finish that assignment and I expect it to be done.”“Yes, Miss.”“Remember, any further slacking off and I’ll have to keep you behind again.”“Yes, Miss.” Although in my head, it was “Please, Miss!”

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