A YOUNG TEACHER'S AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL

by Zoe Feralia As a substitute high school teacher, I get a lot of grief. I’m only twenty-six years old, and I’ve been told I look somewhat younger anyway. I am short and petite with choppy, flirty shoulder length dark blond hair and hazel eyes.What the magazines consider my biggest “figure flaw” was always a call to popularity for me, a 34D chest. I admit I like my big-nippled titties, even though I have been known to whine to my friends that guys only look at my chest. I am married to Ted, an attorney, who loves that I keep my body in great shape. Ted’s thirty-four and a great husband, but I sometimes feel a longing for something different just for fun ­ I’ve been known to check out my temporary students when I’m substituting senior classes. If one of them catches my fancy, I’ll check out his student record to see if he’s 18 yet. If he is, then it’s on! I will flirt my heart out and so far, I’ve never been turned down. I guess 18 year old boys just can’t get enough of an older woman. To avoid things getting messy, I still use my maiden name when I teach. That way my students can’t wreck anything by looking me up under my married name. I don’t want any of them following me around , raising Ted’s suspicion or trying to pursue anything more than a fling! My most recent conquest was a strapping young lad by the name of Eric. He attended Palms High, a school I’d only taught in once before. The last time I’d visited Palms High I met up with a sexy teen named Carlos. He was cute with his dark skin and big dark eyes, and he picked up on my attraction to him right off the bat. Carlos even went so far as to wait until after school and meet me by my car (a fiesty red Miata) but I dismissed him because I had checked his record and found out he was underage. Such a pity. This time though, I got lucky. Amongst all the pimple faced little jerks in Mr. O’Brien’s sixth period Government class, was Eric. He was a broad shouldered young man, dressed a cut above the other kids in a crisp blue oxford shirt and loose fitting khakis. He had dark brown hair that fell across his forehead like Hugh Grant’s, and sharp blue eyes in a creamy complexion. I could tell he was a step above the rest of them, as I walked in I saw a lot of the boys (and some of the girls) blatantly ogling me. Eric just gave me a cool gaze before returning to the novel he was reading ­ a Jack Kerouac novel. Tres sophisticate. At least for a twelfth grader! By the time class had started, I had fielded several comments on “Aren’t you too young to be our teacher?” and “Are you married?” both of which I dismissed with a suppressed giggle and then acted fake-stern. I usually managed to control my classes pretty well, though, and within the first fifteen minutes I had them all working on essays about our electoral system. While the kids wrote their essays, I dug through the class information folder and found Eric’s page. An A student as I’d assumed. He had turned 18 just three weeks previous, in late March. At that, I purposely loosened the top button of my form fitting white cashmere sweater and tossed my golden locks. I settled my gaze on Eric, and he looked up and gave me a sexy half smile. Double checking to see that the other students wouldn’t notice, I winked at this adorable boy. He raised his chin the slightest bit that let me know he was interested. God! I love that feeling, knowing that the object of my desire consents to advances from me. It makes me feel so powerful and attractive. I managed to wrestle through the rest of the period with no major hassles. As the seventh period bell rang, Eric took his time packing up his books into his dark green mesh backpack. As he finally stood up, I noticed how tall he was ­ at least six feet of him, long and lanky and very attractive. A great catch, indeed. I was trying to think of the perfect thing to say to him and then he took me by surprise by saying, “Ms. Lindstrom? If you don’t mind me saying so, we’d much prefer you as our teacher over Mr. O’Brien.” He has a musing smirk on his face, like someone much older. I smiled my brightest at Eric and said, “Thank you very much. Call me Tabitha. Say, would you like to go for coffee with an old lady like me? Say, after seventh period?” Eric grinned and agreed that he would love to. I told him I’d meet him at Starbucks down the street from the school. My panties were getting so wet during seventh period, I couldn’t even concentrate on the students. I let them have a study hall, feigning ignorance in all subjects related to Government. It got a little noisy, but I didn’t care, I was planning my seduction of young Eric. After class I practically ran out to my car and high-tailed it to Starbucks. Eric was there, waiting for me. We ordered our lattes and sat in the far corner of the building drinking them. After some minor chit chat, I let Eric put his hand up my skirt. It was a modest knee-length brown skirt, but under it I was wearing the tiniest black panties. My young friend surprised me by saying, “Let’s get out of here, Tabitha.” Those words got me even wetter. I invited him into my Miata and we drove to my friend Julie’s house. She wouldn’t be home until 7, and it was only 3:45 when we arrived in front of the house. Like all smart adulteresses, I had a plan. Julie and I were partners in crime from way back. I took Eric in the back way so he wouldn’t see any tell tale signs of Julie’s existence. All he saw of our house was the kitchen and her bedroom ­ a very feminine bedroom at that. As soon as we got to the bedroom, Eric pulled me close to him and kissed me deep. Ahhh there is nothing so sweet as the passionate kisses of a young man who is still so new to sex. I was sure that Eric was not a complete novice, but he still had that hunger in his eyes of a young man who is sick to death of playing games with teenaged girls who don’t know what they are doing, or who still think sex is a tool to secure for themselves an adoring boyfriend. I took off my sweater and allowed Eric to revel in the gorgeousness of a black French bra and my massive tits. He looked at them in complete awe and then I took off my bra slowly, standing in front of him, and let him kiss and touch them. He sucked my nipples to big, hard brown puckered points and played with my titties like they were the greatest thing he had ever touched and could not get enough. In turn I sucked Eric’s long, throbbing young cock until I swear I thought he was going to pass out with pleasure. But every time he was on the verge of cumming, I’d totally stop. Once he moaned, “don’t stop” and I just laughed. “Don’t worry…I’ll get you off, baby,” I promised in a breathy soft murmur. Through most of this, I was still wearing my skirt, panties, and strappy sandals. Eric had gradually become completely undressed. His body was young and firm, great by all means, but mostly I was fixated on his cock, sticking out from a bush of black wiry hairs at the base of his lean groin. It looked so huge in its hard, hard state. I stood up, away from him, and looked into his eyes. He was just watching me, gazing at me like he wondered what could possibly happen next. I stood up and made a show of removing my skirt and my panties. I pranced around a little, kicking off my sandals gently. I stood facing away from Eric and bent over like a stripper, sticking my ass way out and letting him get a view of my cunt lips shining through. I had shaven my pussy slick that morning, and I was aching for him to touch it (probably as much as he wanted to touch it!) but I wanted to tease him really good. He reached for my ass and I spun around (I wasn’t going to let him have it quite yet) and held my cunt lips open for him to get a good view of my clit and inner lips, and my beckoning cunt. In this front view it was too much for him. Eric grabbed me, almost startling me, and pulled me onto his impossibly hard, pink young cock. I couldn’t say no. He slid into me SO fast and hard - we were both caught up in it like you wouldn’t believe. I rode him hard right at first, and got myself off. My orgasm was almost enough to send him into his, but I slowed down enough to keep him from coming THAT soon! We found an excellent rhythm, with Eric sitting there on the edge of the bed and me riding his groin, my legs clutching at his thighs to keep from falling. It was an exquisite sensation! Eric had his eyes closed and was moaning like a madman. He came pretty fast (after all, he was only an 18 year old kid!) and I stood up after he’d come and let him watch ­ and touch ­ the creamy white cum as it slowly dripped out of my cunt, which was still red and bulging from the excitement. He just STARED in amazement at my pussy throughout this ­ I am sure it was the first time he was with a woman uninhibited and wild enough to allow that little “show”! Afterward, he thanked me for the fantastic sex and asked me if I wanted to get together again sometime. I told him I probably shouldn’t, as I had a boyfriend. He kind of laughed, a little disappointed. He asked me how old I was, and when I told him, twenty-six, he of course said he’d imagined I was a little younger than that. I could tell he felt all puffed up and ultra proud of himself for “bagging the hot substitute” ­ I couldn’t care less. It was my pleasure. I love these little after school specials! Sex with Ted is always just fine, but for a truly great fucking, you’ve GOT to get them in their prime!