After School Dick-tention - Sex Stories

After School Dick-tention

... day!" My eyes widened as I heard myself, and quickly tried to amend my statement with, "Your class! You, uh, your class is the highlight of my day, Ms. Peterson". Her hazel eyes betrayed very little as she replied, "Really, Mr. Andrews... Is that so?" I was nervous and sweat started to bead up, on my forehead. I didn't know what to do. I instinctively grabbed for my pen and began to fidget with it, on the desk. Ms. Peterson took hold of my hands, and felt an all too familiar stirring in my loins. Her eyes watched me, appraising my worth. "Mr. Andrews, are you all right?" Her voice became muted to me, as for the first time I was able to see her cleavage, as she leaned forward to talk to me. Her breasts her large, yet firm looking. I had enough time to idly wonder if they would sag without the bra, before I realized she saw me. She smirked and spoke, coldly, "Ah. I see now. You do like me, don't you?” I couldn't respond. My heart was pounding in my chest, the noise was reverberating in my ear drums. I vaguely remember mumbling, "Yes. Very much", but it seemed like and out of body experience. "Well, isn’t that cute. For being so brave, and admitting it, I won't fail you. In fact, you deserve something...” She let go of my hand, and stood. She smoothed down her skirt and walked behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and began to rub them. I immediately lowered my head and groaned. She had very strong and educated hands. From under my arms, I watched her legs. My eyes ...

... started and her heels and slowly made their way up her perfectly shaped calves, all the way to her thick thighs. I admired how her gray stockings went from dark, to light as her legs stretched out the silky material. I couldn't help but be startled when she commented. "You like my legs, Mr. Andrews? Do you want to touch them?" She didn't wait for my answer. She took my right hand and placed it on her knee. "Don't turn around. Nothing above mid-thigh", she commanded, and I listened. The feeling of her taut legs covered in the silky material of the nylon instantly caused my dick to stir. She asked, "Do you like this?" I replied, "Your stockings are sexy...” She laughed softly, and responded, "These are pantyhose. Helps me to keep everything where it should be...” I couldn't imagine anything was loose or hanging on her body, so I paid no mind to her comment and kept rubbing my hand up and down her leg. After a moment, I felt emboldened, and broke her rule. I passed mid-thigh. On the inside of her thigh, my fingers grazed something. At first, I thought it to be some weird growth. All of a sudden, I felt her right hand slide up to the back of my head, and push my face down onto my desk, pinning me there. "Mr. Andrews.... what did I say?" I helplessly fought against her. "Get the fuck off of me! Is this a joke?! You get off being like a fucking cock-tease to students?!" Was my teenage temper tantrum driven reply. "Cock-Tease? Me? Oh... Mr. Andrews... you've got it all backwards...” This ...