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My Spanish Teacher

My name is Tommy, and this story happened while I was sixteen years old and in the eleventh grade. School was almost over for the year and boy, was I ready too! I never really liked school, and the prospects of having a whole summer off was thrilling! The only thing I would miss was my Spanish teacher, Mrs. Delgado. She was 5' 2" tall, 34DD-22-32 and about 112 pounds. She was forty years old, but she looked more like a twenty-five year old! She was beautiful and sexy and she knew how to use what God had given her! It's no wonder why she was the most popular teacher in the school! I would daydream of her being in nothing but a thong, walking up and down the aisles, teaching the class and stopping to rub that tight, hard body up against me just to drive me crazy! At the end of a particularly hard school day, she came up to me and said that I was failing her class. My mind was racing a thousand miles per hour, because with the end of school coming up in only five weeks, there was no chance of me pulling it up before the end of the year. Even though I didn't mind repeating her class at all, I had a talk with her about what I could do to bring up my grades. In our talk I tried to pay attention, but that day she was wearing tight black skirt just short enough for her not to get fired over, and a white v-neck blouse that was a little too sheer and cut to show off her wonderful tits. We were coming up with ideas to pull my grade up, but everything we came up with wouldn't bring my ...

... grade out of the "F" percentile. It was just too close to the end of school. But as we talked I think she noticed me checking her out, because she got up slowly and leaned over her desk, so I could look right down her blouse and see her wonderfully firm, ripe tits! She had neglected to wear a bra that day as well, it was almost as if she had planned on talking to me that day. "Come in tomorrow, and we'll see what we can do," she said. I thought for a moment, and realized that tomorrow would be Saturday. "Ok, what time?" I still said. Even though I hated going to school on a Saturday, I hated the thought of spending another year in it worse! "How does 9 a.m. sound? I have a lot to do tomorrow and I don't want to be here all day," she said. I thought "Damn it! I wanted to sleep in." But I said "Ok, that's fine." With that, I said goodbye and went out of the room. The next day, I got there at 8:45 a.m. and went up to the door to her classroom and peeked in through the window, so I could see what she was doing. To my amazement, she was standing at her desk and I noticed she was wearing the same mini skirt and blouse from yesterday. She turned, and she had a bottle in her hand. I looked closer, and I recognized that it was a rum bottle. She took a big sip of it, then I ducked around the corner, afraid of getting caught. I wanted to surprise her, so I knocked on the door. I heard some noise like she was putting the bottle back. She came to the door, and greeted me. "How you are?" she ...