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While the story is totally fiction, the idea came from some actual tales of sexual activities by mature teens shared with me by a special education teacher. (FF/m- teen, mf-teens, MF, mast, oral, intr) *** The first Saturday in June, Eve Kelly was unpacking boxes in her new apartment in Atlanta when she came across the recently-received diploma for her master's degree in education. She took the time to hang the framed symbol of her accomplishment and enjoy a few prideful moments of reflection. She had managed to complete both college and her graduate work with almost perfect grades, only receiving two "Bs" as an undergraduate and straight "As" otherwise. She was qualified to teach at any level up through undergraduate college... anywhere she could find a job, which was the major problem she faced. Due to a glut of previously qualified teachers and the tenure system, there just weren't any really good jobs available, none. August after her graduation that spring came around and Eve was by then desperate to find work. Her savings had dwindled to almost nothing, only enough to cover one more month's worth of expenses, and worse, she had exhausted all the job leads in the city. The only job opening she could find was in a rural county over sixty miles away and it was for a middle school special education teacher. With no other options available, she interviewed and was offered the job in the poorest county in Georgia, on a probationary basis since she was not certified to teach special education. As she had done in the last of college, Eve forwent social activities and dating during the summer. She devoted her full attention to the serious business of finding employment. She was practical to the point of leading a life of social and sexual celibacy and hadn't had sexual relations since breaking up with a former boyfriend during her junior year in college over three years earlier. That was when she had received her two "Bs," as a punishment as she saw it, for playing too much. The couple had met in an English literature class, were magnetically drawn to each other, had coffee, and after one thing led to another, they fucked the whole night away in three different semi-public locations around campus before the sun came up the next morning. Eve's appetite for sex came fully alive in college and consumed her in a way her only other sexual experience hadn't even hinted was possible (when she gave up her virginity during her high school senior prom night to a star basketball jock in a painful, uncaring and disappointing act of ill-advised haste). Cam, her college boyfriend was, on the other hand, gently dominant, experienced and lit her up enough for Eve to enjoy two mind-blowing climaxes that first night. One was from the torrid fucking she got in a small grove of trees by the campus lake and the oral sex he administered afterward. He kissed and sucked her large clit until it was extending up almost an inch beyond its sheath and his skilled mouth had reduced Eve to a mumbling, convulsing bundle of sexual submission. The second was her first vaginal orgasm when Cam stripped her completely naked and bent her over a picnic table in the campus park, forcing her to hold the edge while he pounded her pussy, seemingly endlessly, from behind. She saw the proverbial stars of pleasure with that one and leaked out a cup of female cum during her wonderful long-lasting orgasm. Her legs down to her feet were soaked with the mixture of their love liquids at the end and he set her on the table as if on display and cleaned most of the juice from her body with his tongue. Cam seemed to instinctively know exactly what would take Eve to the next level of willing naughtiness and unleash her potential for risqué sexual adventure. He helped set free the pent-up sexual inner-being in Eve and released her from her inhibitions with a wild abandon she had no idea she could enjoy. He invited her to meet him in dark unfamiliar places during all hours of the night, sometimes bound her naked and blindfolded her during sex out on the campus grounds, telling her that other men were watching, even masturbating nearby when her eyes couldn't confirm the thrillingly arousing lies, or that he was only watching as someone else pleasured themselves with her body. He had her shave her pussy and take off her panties and give them to him in restaurants, to show him her bald pussy or large naked tits in public, and even flash strangers a few times. His sexual imagination and creativity seemed endless and unpredictable to Eve and she thrilled at the shear variety of wild exciting things he did to her and made her do for him. He almost never failed to take her to the very edge of orgasm mentally and with foreplay before he added the extra sexual stimulation Eve had craved to her core by the time he brought her to physical climax. Most often it was a mind-blowing, body-racking, squirting orgasm while he was fucking her or sucking her ultra-sensitive clit in some risky location to increase the emotional intensity she felt. They continued their heated sexual union throughout the semester and by the end of it the couple had played games and fucked all over the campus grounds, and she had sucked his dick to climax in a dozen more places where it was just too dangerous to fully disrobe. Eve surrendered her sexual being to Cam and gave him her all. She found herself hoping he would call and daydreaming of him and what they would do next as she studied, or failed to study as it increasingly became. She began to crave his attention more and more. She loved for him to show up unexpectedly and drag her away from her work and make her suck his cock in some semi-public place on campus. The thrill of possibly getting caught aroused her sexually and excited her soul. Eve felt a strangely wonderful sense of purpose when she dropped her knees on his command and sucked her lover's cock to orgasm that way. The act of sexual submission to his dominance pleased her almost as much as her own wild orgasms. She truly loved to feel his pulsing cock shooting her mouth full of hot cum, swallowing his offering and cleaning him afterward with her lips and tongue. In spite of a raging sexual hunger in her being unleashed with Cam, the dismay she felt upon seeing her disappointing grades, the two "Bs," sent a shock wave of reality through Eve. With almost no internal debate, she made a firm decision for her future plans to become a teacher and for graduate school, and she broke off her relationship with him. She feared any more "Bs" would end her hope of getting into any of the very best schools. She chose responsibility over play, purpose over pleasure. Eve altered her lifestyle and became increasingly conservative in her dress and manner, mostly to help her to avoid the nagging temptation to play and not take care of her responsibilities. Through determined willpower, she buried her sexual desires and wouldn't even allow herself to fantasize or masturbate for relief from her ever-building sexual frustration. By the August after getting her master's degree, sexual thoughts rarely entered her mind anymore, but she was almost constantly frustrated with... with everything... with life in general. When such thoughts did visit, she quickly and with practiced skill dismissed the unwelcome invasion and made her mind refocus on other, more important, things. Special Education teaching and its unique techniques were relatively unfamiliar to Eve as she had taken only two rudimentary courses in the field. She crammed for the upcoming classes she was to teach and spent all her available time before the opening day of school preparing her mind for the academic challenges of teaching children with learning disabilities. There was no way for her to anticipate just how futile such effort would end up being. Pretty, with an odd mixture of an almost childish face that appeared much younger than her true age of twenty four, and a body that was mature to the point of looking as if it belonged on a thirty-something year old woman, Eve drew attention everywhere she went. Her breasts were large and appeared prominently on her medium-boned, five foot, five inch frame. Her beautifully shaped bust had caused many a man to stare at her excessively to the point of embarrassing her in public. Recently, she had done everything she could to hide her very healthy breasts under loose fitting clothes to avoid the unwanted attention. Mouths literally fell open at the first of the pre- school-year meetings when the other teachers saw Eve's youthful appearance, her luscious curvy body and learned she was the new Special Ed teacher. Just by looking at her, they knew without a doubt Eve had no notion of the nature of the classes she was to teach or what was in store for her. Her sexy young body and her naiveté were the major subjects of the school grapevine that day and evening. By the end of the first day of meetings, she had possession of the files of the children assigned to her class. Among other things, she and noticed many of the special education students were much older than typical middle school kids. Three were seventeen already, one sixteen, one fifteen, two thirteen and it went down from there. "Why are these kids still in middle school?" she wondered. She later learned the reason. Due to lack of funds and the inability to find willing teachers, her class had been combined from both age groups. Eve was early the opening morning of classes and one by one she met the strange mixture of students as they were led to her classroom. Most shocking to her was that almost all of them were physically bigger than her, some much bigger. Three fourths of the students were either of African-American or Mexican ethnic heritages and the group was approximately equal in gender, with only two more male than female students. That first day was maddening for Eve. Keeping the attention of the group as a whole proved impossible. She was groped several times and had to call the Principal twice to help restore order when the room descended into total ciaos and she couldn't regain control. She drove the hour-plus commute home exhausted, defeated, and cried most of the way. Back in her apartment, Eve didn't even bother to undress. She fell into bed in her clothes and cried herself to sleep. Only with a considerable amount of self talk and mental bolstering the next morning did she find the courage to return to the school. Even then, her commute got started late due to her inability to push herself into action for the longest. Day two was worse. Eve entered the classroom to find Yolanda Jackson, a very physically mature black girl, on her knees giving Juan Hernandez, an equally mature young Mexican boy, a blow job at the head of the classroom and using her large wooden swivel chair for the act. All but two of the other students were gathered around watching the action, with one boy masturbating. One of the younger girls had her head on her desk crying and another girl was sitting at her desk coloring in a book as if nothing remotely unusual was taking place. Before her mind could select more appropriate words, Eve screamed out at the youths in frustration, "What the fuck are you doing?" Rather than the group retreating from the sexual action they were watching and take their seats, a girl announced, "Miss Eve said a bad word." The girl said it again, and another student joined in the refrain, and then more. The mocking chant flew over Eve like nothing she had ever felt. In uncontrolled anger she marched over to the sexually engaged couple and pulled Yolanda away from Juan, grabbed him by his arm, and yanked the startled young man to his feet. His hard wet cock rubbed across her skirt and left a wet streak clearly visible on the light fabric. "Put you cock back in your pants and get in your seat," she ordered Juan. "All of you get in your seats," she screamed at the others and began pushing them one by one toward their desks. With Eve momentarily distracted, the physically-grown, but mentally-slow youth, Juan, didn't mind her. He sat back down and began masturbating to satisfy his already- inflamed urges. With no sense of shame, he openly stroked his dark, uncut and very erect cock as he sat sprawled wide open in Eve's teacher's chair while the others retreated to their seats wearing shameful looks from the harsh admonishment. "Stop that," Eve yelled at him and hurried back to put an end to his obscene behavior, but it was too late. A spray of hot cum shot through the air before colliding with Eve's reaching arm and on past, streaking down her blouse and skirt. It was quickly followed by a second, equally strong, spurt of cum onto her clothes. Before she realized what she was doing, she slapped the full grown youth and yelled again, "Stop it." Juan didn't, but just kept milking the last of the feeling from his spurting cock and ducked his head out of the way when she tried to whack him again. Eve grabbed Juan's hand and yanked it away from his dick. She pulled him to his feet, took hold of the still-pulsing hot meat and shoved it back in his pants, zipped his zipper and defiantly looked him in the eye. "Get in your seat, I told you," she ordered. Juan finally did. Eve passed through the room, got each of the students working on something to occupy their attention, playing games mostly, and called for the Principal, Lane Thompson, to come to her room for the third time in two days. She walked with him into the hallway and let her frustration fly. "Lane, you didn't tell me these kids were sexually active at school," she told him. "Look at me..." she told him holding herself on display, and continued, "Yolanda was giving Juan oral sex and when I stopped her. Another student was masturbating watching them, and then Juan started masturbating and before I could stop him, he ejaculated all over my arm and clothes." Lane put on his most practiced look of sympathy, and told her, "I know... I know how impossible it is in there. That's why the job keeps coming open. Please don't give up, Eve. What can I do to help?" "Go in there and tell them they are going to get expelled if they ever do that again, for starters," she told him. "They know better, Eve. We can't expel them except for acts of violence. It's the law," he shared. "Just how am I supposed to teach them if I can't get some kind of control, some order?" she snapped, "Hell, most of them are way bigger and stronger than me already. I guess I should be happy they weren't copulating on my desk, huh?" Lane ignored her sarcasm and answered her first question. "By possessing stronger degree of determination and acting with more dominant belligerence is all I can tell you. You have to establish yourself at the top of the pecking order. Go back in and make Juan do something that will embarrass him into thinking twice about doing what he did again," he told her. "Like what?" she asked. "Like something menial and subservient," he suggested, "Make the whole class run some laps around the building. They are used to doing that to burn off some steam." "Watch the class till I get back," she demanded angrily, "I am going to teacher's lounge to clean this mess off my clothes." As she wiped away the globs of fresh cum that hadn't already soaked into her clothes and diluted the ones that had with a wet towel, Eve couldn't help remember the feeling of Juan's hot, fully-swollen cock in her hand. Against all of her conscious will, a feeling of sexual arousal spread over her and she felt the growing wetness between her legs. "Oh fuck no you don't!" she said out loud with the same steely determination she had used so often over the past few years to push away sexual thoughts. She immediately followed-up to chase the sexual feelings away by washing her face in cold water. The remainder of the day was chaotic and frustrating, but Eve managed to get through it and keep most of the students occupied doing something to hold their attention, at least most of the time. She made Juan sweep the room and wash the windows for his bad behavior. He hung his head and sulked during his punishment, but behaved afterward. Exhausted again, Eve only managed to shower and slip into her pajamas before crawling into bed, forgoing her evening meal for the second night in a row. During her sleep, she dreamed for the first time in ages of her former boyfriend, of the sex they had shared. She woke up during the night masturbating and when the image of her old boyfriend fucking her in a variety of places and ways failed to make her come, she allowed the fresh memory of holding Juan's hot, still-pulsing penis in her hand to stimulate her to the brink of orgasm. The shameful but wildly arousing thought of sucking Juan's brown uncut cock entered her mind. She imagined being on her knees just as Yolanda was in the classroom, and sucking the excited hard cock until her body exploded with the pleasure of orgasm. Almost tasting the forbidden pleasure in her mouth, she rubbed out the heated joy for minutes and fell back asleep amongst alternating waves of arousal and guilt. As she looked through her clothing the next morning, Eve found herself setting aside the conservative items and considering more revealing clothes, not that she had any really sexy clothes left. She decided to wear a bouncy beige pleated skirt that came just to her knees and a white tight-fitting cotton blouse that revealed just a hint of her dark nipples through her top and lacy bra. As a final thought, she grabbed a light button-up sweater to give her the option of covering her breasts if the young men got overexcited by the view. She thought, "Let's just see if my main attraction will hold their attention." The class was as wildly chaotic for the first hour as it was at its worst on day one. On the way to work, she had reconsidered the wisdom of occupying the students' attention with her body and had kept her sweater on. She did at least until the constant running to and fro between unfocused and acting-out students caused her to break into a flushed sweat. Every head swiveled and every eye in room locked on her chest when Eve took off her sweater and hung it on a coat-stand in the back of the room. An eerie calm and quietness came over the class as she walked back between the rows of desks with the young men and boys all openly staring at her large breasts, barely hidden under her almost-see-thought top. Eve didn't notice that her perspiration had made her blouse much more revealing than when she had put it on dry, leaving her dark nipples on full display in stark contrast to the white blouse and lacy white bra. However, it only took a moment for her to realize the sudden hypnotic trance controlling the mood in the room. All the random mumblings and spastic movements of the students who were usually engaged in their own world had magically stopped. She paused at the desk of Lamar Hopkins, the oldest and biggest young man in the class to help him read and learn, or relearn, the letters of the Alphabet. Twice she had to physically turn his head to the book in front of him to divert his eyes from staring at her tits, but even then the grip of sexual arousal took its toll on both of them. She took his huge hand, extended a finger and helped him point to the letters as she said them first, then he repeated them. "May... I... I... go to the bathroom, Miss Eve," Lamar stammered and asked before she was even half way through the alphabet. Eve looked down and saw his need was real. A huge bulge was tenting the front of his khaki pants, complete with a wet spot big as a sliver dollar from his leaking pre- cum. "Yes," she told him, "Go on." The class erupted in laughter when Lamar couldn't stand completely upright due to the cramp in his groin and when they saw the reason for his condition. He hobbled to men's toilet in the back of the specially equipped classroom. Eve turned on the television system with a ballet dancer performing to classical music to calm the group again. Her visual and auditory distraction worked well until Lamar's rhythmic groans and sighs of relief were heard over the music. The class broke out in knowing laughter and most of the students were still giggling or laughing out loud when Eve snapped at them. "Outside, all of you... two laps around the building," she ordered. "You too, Lamar," she yelled to him in the restroom. Eve made it to the front to the room, fell into her swivel chair, closed her eyes and questioned her sanity. "I paid a fortune and spent six years in college for this... have I lost my mind?" she mumbled to herself. Lamar still hadn't come out of the restroom when the group was passing the classroom windows on their first lap. She walked back and asked through the door, "Are you done?" "No Ma'am, not the second time," he answered. "You don't need to do it twice, Lamar," she heard herself say in disbelief. "Yessum," he told her and suddenly opened the door. Eve peered in astonishment at the young black man standing facing her with his pants and underwear down around his ankles and his shiny spit-covered dark cock bouncing proudly with each heartbeat. "Can you help me?" he requested. "Help you what?" she asked, still in total shock at what she was seeing and hearing. "Get some mo relief," he told her, and added, "Like momma does." "Oh my god," Eve said out loud, "Uh... no, I can't help you, Lamar. You have to do that yourself." "But, it do better if sum-un rub it fo me," he pleaded. "No... I can't," Eve told him. She shut the door and walked back to her swivel chair in shock, finding it hard to shake the image of his large erect dark-brown manhood from her mind. Before she could fully collect her emotions and thoughts, the group began filing back in. "Juan is touching Yolanda's boobies," she heard one of the younger boys say. "Where?" Eve asked. "Out in the hall," he answered and pointed. Eve found them just around the first corner. Juan had Yolanda's sweatshirt and bra pulled up and was sucking on one tit and squeezing the other until Eve rapped him over the head with her shoe. "No," she said forcefully, trying to shock him out of his sexual trance. Juan fell to the floor in retreat and Eve saw he was bone hard again. As she pulled Yolanda's bra down and shoved her full firm breasts back under the cups, Eve told him, "Go to the restroom and take care of that." Walking back to the room, pulling Yolanda along with her, Eve wondered, "Am I teaching masturbation for a living?" She realized the need to stay where she could watch the students, even when they were running laps, or have someone do so. Any momentary lapse would allow their sexual hormones to take over their behavior. They didn't seem to have any conscience or inhibitions concerning sexual matters and would just do whatever felt good whenever they wanted without someone to stop them. Later in the day, Lane dropped by to check on Eve and the class and gave her a knowing suggestive smile when he saw the students paying unusually behaved attention to their teacher and the unconventional method she used to keep them focused. He just nodded to her, smiled again and went on about his business. One by one during the day she excused the young men, Yolanda and another of the girls to the restroom for sexual relief, usually when they were openly playing with themselves in some form. But, as she rationalized, at least there was some semblance of order in the class. At just past two a.m. that night, Eve awoke in the midst of a sexual dream where she was helping Lamar get the requested relief from his pressing need. She was stroking his large black dick, enjoying visual feast and the feeling of the hot smooth meat in her hand when he suddenly exploded into orgasm and shot blast after blast of hot cum onto her naked body. "Why am I naked with him?" Eve thought and jerked her dreaming body awake and up into a sitting position. A wave of fearful disgust filled her mind, and she wondered, "Oh god, what is happening to me?" No amount of effort seemed to help rid her of sexual thoughts. Each time she could relax enough for sleep to creep near, images of large black cocks crept into her mind's eye. Time after time she fought off the images, only to have them return. After tossing and turning for several sleepless hours, Eve gave into the erotic visions and began kissing an imaginary cock in willing fantasy, licking the pre-cum out of the slit and sucking the hot smooth bulb of the head into her mouth as she rubbed herself in excited oozing arousal. Her body temperature rose rapidly. Her face flushed with heat. She tossed her pajama bottom aside, raised her knees and spread her legs wide open. The warm slick juices which lubricated her pussy allowed Eve to glide her finger tips through her wet trough and around her bulging clit with silky ease. Her fantasy was so strong she could feel the cock filling her mouth and taste the mildly salty flavor of the thick warm meat. Almost unconsciously her tongue swirled in her mouth to glide around on the underside of the imagined cock. The forbidden nature of sucking a stranger's cock pushed her lust upward until she felt the urgent need to pinch her clit sleeve, to stoke and vibrate her sensitive clitoral shaft. With skilled flicking motions, she pushed the soft sheath tissue up over the sensitive head and back down repeatedly. A wonderful feeling of intense sexual heat radiated out from her groin and filled her body and mind. It grew until her body bucked, convulsed and began to spray liquid forcefully and rhythmically past her massaging finger and down to her feet. "Oh fuck, I'm squirting cum from this one," she mumbled out loud, shocked by the volume and force of her spray. The feeling backed slowly away after the squirting stopped and Eve lay in the pool of wetness in a state of confused arousal, unsure what had just happened and the significance of her actions. The desire for more sexual pleasure grew stronger and stronger and she began to recall the image of Lamar with his muscular young body standing half naked in the class bathroom. It only took her relenting to her lust for a moment for the feeling of hungry desire to take over and she masturbated again, this time openly thinking about sucking his big brown cock, and then of letting him rub his fat cum-slick dick on her face and tits, and then about letting him suck his cum off her face and tits after she jacked him off and directed the forceful spurts onto her face and naked breasts. She burst into a body-gripping orgasm and sprayed cum like she couldn't remember ever doing before. "Oh god, I'm losing it," she thought in the aftermath of her forbidden fantasy. It was easier for Eve to dress the next morning, she chose another pleated skirt, but a full two inches shorter than the one the day before and a nearly transparent panty and bra set Cam had bought her just before they broke up. She chose a tight fitting white blouse and a vest to complete her outfit for the day; the vest so she could alternate between exposing her breasts and nipples, or hiding them for more modesty. As she drove to work, the worry that she was using sexual attraction to control her class confronted her. Eve fretted with the danger of dressing in such a revealing, teasing way, that it might get her formally admonished or even fired if she got caught taking it too far. She considered the moral dilemma of her behavior. She considered that things might get out of hand, that the young men might physically attack her, losing all control. In the end she decided to continue; it was the only tool she had that seemed to keep the attention of the youngsters, and she had to find a way to make things work, and yet, keep her job. Jamal Washington was the first to lose control the third day. As Eve leaned over the desk next to him helping another young man work a puzzle, Jamal unbuttoned his coveralls, pulled his cock out and began to openly masturbate. Only the recognizably distinctive laughter of the class alerted Eve that someone was displaying something somewhere in the room. She looked over and saw Jamal furiously stroking his cock, his mouth gaping open, saliva pouring over his lips profusely, and his eyes locked onto her breasts. Only then, did she realize her vest was completely open, giving him a clear view of his source of stimulation. "Jamal, go to the bathroom," she firmly ordered him. "The rest of you, five laps around the building. Lamar, you are in charge of making sure nobody does anything but run... no touching each other. Can you do that?" she announced and asked. "Yes Ma'am," he told her. Jamal didn't bother to put his cock away or stop jacking off as he hurried to the men's room. Nor did he bother to close the door once inside. Eve stood a few feet beyond the restroom door and watched as he stroked his long, skinny, upwardly-curved cock. He held two fingers almost daintily underneath the shaft with his thumb on top as he furiously vibrated the skin back and forth from the hinge of his wrist. It only took a minute for the groans of pleasure to begin and a half minute more before he arched his hips forward and sprayed the vanity and mirror beyond it with repeated long spurts of white cum, crying out like a tortured animal as the intense feeling as it peaked in his body. He wiped up a glob of fresh ejaculate and wrapped his hand around the shaft to continue the process with more skin to skin contact and lubrication. Eve felt the wetness growing between her legs and it was all she could do to not take the girl's restroom immediately and masturbate, seeking the same type of pleasure Jamal enjoyed. When he was done, Jamal just hung his head down and shoved his dick back into his coveralls, looking every bit as if he expected to be whipped. "Clean that up," Eve ordered him, and added, "And, button up you pants." When the class left for lunch, Eve closed her eyes to relax for a few moments at her desk. A few seconds into her unguarded state of mind, sexual urges flooded her brain. She locked the classroom door, shut the men's room door behind her, pulled her skirt up and removed her skimpy panties. Sitting on the toilet seat with the faint smell of fresh cum and body odor still lingering in the room, she imagined Jamal stroking his cock as she alternately raked her finger thought her wet slit for lubrication and circled her rapidly growing clit. Her slick fingertips passed repeatedly over the many arousal spots available to her touch until her clit demanded to be manipulated. Looking down she saw the small penis-like head extended outside it sheath. She took hold of the surrounding tissue and flicked her fingers with vibrator like speed until the demanding feeling grew and consumed her. She moaned out loud and squirted cum again and again from her pee-hole while dreaming of Jam al shooting her mouth full of cum and smearing his long skinny cum-soaked dick on her face and tits, the fantasy image that always seemed to convert her lust into orgasm. Barely done with her powerful climax and still breathing hard, a loud knock came at the classroom door. She frantically cleaned up her mess and slipped her panty back on before hurrying out to see who was there demanding her attention. "I was cleaning the men's room," she told Lane, "The boys have been using it to... to calm themselves." Lane grinned, and asked, "So, you have found a good way to let them blow off some tension?" "Well, sending them to the restroom seems a better alternative than letting them jack off in class," she told him sarcastically. "Well, I agree," he told her and chuckled. "I wish I could send a note home telling their parents to make sure they were fully relieved before coming to class," she joked. "I'm sure that would be useful, if only possible," Lane commented. He paused, looked her in the eye, and asked, "Are you going to be okay?" "I don't know. This class is just about the last thing I would have imagined doing as a teacher. I don't see how I will be able to make any difference at all to even one of these kids," she shared. "I'm betting you will find a way and you will make a difference, Eve. Hang in there and just keep trying. I've got your back," Lane comforted her. "Thanks, Boss," she said. "I'm not you Boss, just another part of the system. But, I want more than anything right now for you to succeed," he told her. "Time will tell," she replied. Each night at some point Eve awoke in the midst of sexual dreams. Rather than fight the powerful sexual urges filling her being only to lose more sleep before giving in to them, she quickly accepted her invitations to fantasize. She abandoned all reservation, threw the covers back and openly masturbated to herself to orgasm multiple times, until she was too drowsy to continue and was sure sleep would not be denied her for even another minute. Once, she imagined herself teaching the class topless with only the male students present. Her lust thrived on the notion that all the young men wanted her desperately and were so possessed with her beauty they just couldn't help but masturbate openly at the sight of her naked breasts as she walked from student to student instructing them. Her dreamy arousal was bolstered by the very real fact that all of the fully mature boys had stared obsessively at her tits and had visited the restroom one or more times each day to relieve their obvious need. She justified her methods by the fact that she had gained control of the classroom and could see at least some hint of learning progress in many of the students. The lusty mixture of sexual dreams and her own imagined sense of success intoxicated her. She climaxed hard again and again by filling her mind with the growing number of very real images of the boys' dicks she saw each day, the variety of sizes, shapes and colors. She imagined giving them blow jobs as rewards for completing assignments, commanding their complete devoted attention with her mouth and controlling them through their needy dicks. She soaked her bed in showers of cum each night from the wonderful dreamy masturbation, leaving such a mess each morning it required her to drop her sheets and towels into the washer before she left in the morning and dry them upon her return. Friday of the first week ended and the class began filing out of the room. Mentally and emotionally exhausted, Eve rested her head on her arm leaning over the desk even before they were all gone. A moment later, she dosed off. The familiar erotic dreams filled her head and she unconsciously slipped her hand under the fold of her loose-fitting wrap-around skirt and inside her panty. The warm pleasure of her fantasy grew as she slowly rubbed herself and dreamed of cocks, young hard cocks, cut, uncut, large, small, pink and brown. When she awoke in the midst of a dream of her body being sprayed with hot cum from several young men jacking off on her, everyone was gone but Lamar. He sat quietly at his special extra-large desk and waited with a distinct look of sadness on his face. His presence and the realization she had been masturbating as he watched startled her and sent a wave of goose bumps over the skin of her arms. "Aren't you going home, Lamar," Eve asked, stood and tried to regain her dignity and a position of authority. "Yessum," he told her, "but, I needs to tell you sumpin' fo I go." "What is that, Lamar?" she asked. "It's my birthday. I'z eighteen now," he told her. "Well, Happy Birthday," Eve congratulated him. She followed up asking, "Are you doing anything special?" "Nosum," he told her, "but, they done toll me I don't have to come to school no mo... not lessen I wants to and I got per... per..." "Permission?" Eve helped. "Yessum," he told her. "Permission from whom?" Eve asked. "From you, Miss Eve," he told her and hung his head as if expecting immediate disappointment and rejection to follow. "Humm," Eve muttered, buying time and considering what to say next. Finally she added, "Let me talk it over with Mr. Lane, but you come back on Monday just like normal. Okay?" "Yessum," he told her and added, "Thank you. You are the best teacher we'ze ever got, Miss Eve." "The best teacher we ever had," she corrected him. "Yessum, the best teacher we ever had," he repeated. Eve couldn't help but notice the tent in Lamar's pants and that her nipples had hardened while she slept and were visibly protruding, leaving their distinctive impression through her blouse. "Thank you, Lamar. I don't know about that, but I am trying to be a good teacher. Do you need to go to the restroom again?" she replied and asked. "Yessum, best I do," he told her. A sweating heat flared up between her legs and Eve's face flushed red listening to the loud slapping sounds of Lamar pounding his cock in the restroom against the otherwise total silence of the empty room. The lights went off in the hallway and Eve quickly turned off the lights in her room. Her breathing became short and her nerves shaky with desire. Her body craved doing something sexual, "But what... and how," she wondered. She eased across the dimmed room and quickly closed the blinds, noticing her shivering hands as she turned the rods to block the view of the room from anyone outside. She saw Lane get in his car in front of the school and drive away. She quickly ran across the hall and into the opposing classroom and saw through the windows that her car was the only one left in the lot. Back in the room she approached the restroom door and heard Lamar groaning and struggling try to come again. Was it the third time that day, or the fourth? She couldn't remember. The door was pulled to, but ajar just enough to notice it was not completely latched. She raised her shivering hand and hesitated to push the door open to see what she craved to witness. As if acting independent of her control, her hand touched the door and her arm muscles pressed her hand forward against the cold steel. The door swung open, past Lamar and left him on full masturbating display. "Having trouble?" she asked with a sultry sympathetic voice, one she had never heard come from her mouth previously. "Yessum," Lamar answered, stopped jacking off, and turned back half way toward Eve. He added, "It wants to finish, but just can't." "Do you mind if I watch you?" she asked. "Nosum," he told her with his eyes locked on her ever tightening and extending nipples. "Okay then, go ahead," she instructed. Lamar turned fully away from the mirror where he had been watching himself and leaned back on the vanity to continue. His shirt hung down covering the base of his cock and his pubic region. "Want me unbutton your shirt for you?" Eve heard her voice ask. "Yessum," he acknowledged. Eve stepped up to him and unbuttoned his shirt and pushed both sides over and off his shoulders. She marveled at the rippling muscles only feet in front of her searching eyes, his well-define pectorals and his six-pack stomach already worked into a glistening sweat by his previous activity, his broad shoulders, V-shaped torso, and most of all, the thick log of brown meat he was holding. "Take it off if you want," she suggested, and Lamar pulled his arms free and let the shirt drop onto vanity, revealing his powerful looking biceps. After admiring his chiseled shiny body for a quick moment and letting the view arouse her more, Eve squatted down and held Lamar's pants at his ankle. "Lift your foot out," she told him, and he did, and then the other, leaving him naked except for his athletic shoes and socks. "You are a very strong looking and handsome young man, Lamar," she told him. "Thank you for saying that, Miss Eve," he told her, "I works a lot cuttin' trees for pulp wood on the weekends. It hard work but make a man strong. Can I go on now?" "Yes, please do," she answered. She sat on the commode and watched as Lamar's huge fingers wrapped around the thick brown cock and began stroking it. She was amazed at the size of his hand and that so much of the end of his cock extended beyond it. Her eyes locked onto the big purple-brown head and the flared rim. The sight intrigued and excited her. The thick ridge rose away from the shaft so distinctly, so differently than from Cam's had done. She wondered how the pronounced rim would feel riding back and forth over her G spot, stimulating her... probably... no definitely... like nothing ever had before. Would his huge cock hurt? Would the massive bulbous head stretch her and drive her wild with pleasure like the crotch novels told of.... of being fucked into uncontrollable sexual bliss by a huge cock like his? Unconsciously she licked her lips and juices began to flow between her legs again. As Lamar continued his effort, minutes passed with no conscious thought of time in Eve's mind. She was mesmerized by the sight of the lustful attention Lamar gave his cock only inches in front of her face. The rawness and wrongness of her circumstances grew on Eve and her conscience gave way to uncontrollable desire, turned her on her like a furnace, and pure lusty hunger filled her being. She reached out and took his dangling, bouncing ball sack into her hand. One testicle filled her hand fully and she slowly and carefully kneaded the huge nut while she stared at the thing she wanted to touch even more. "Does this feel good?" she asked. "Oh yes Ma'am, it feel real good," he told her. As if to somehow justify what she was doing, Eve corrected him. "It feels really good?" she asked. "Yessum, it feels really good," he repeated. "Yessum is not a proper phase, Lamar. Say, 'Yes Ma'am," from now on. Okay?" she told him, still massaging his huge testicle. "Okay. Yes Ma'am. It feels really good when you touch me," he told her. "Have you had sex before? I mean with a woman?" she asked. "Yes Ma'am," he told her. "With whom," she asked. "Most times, with momma. She ain't got no man but me nowadays," he revealed. "Oh, I see," Eve said, and changed hands and testicles as he kept stroking his cock. Pre-cum glistened in the slit of Lamar's penis and formed a large drop there, threatening to be flung aside with the rhythmic swaying of his cock-head as he stroked. Eve began to salivate and imagine the taste of him. She swallowed to rid her mouth of the flooding feeling, but far too soon she had to swallow again. "Does you Momma ever play with your... your cock?" she asked, thinking she knew already, but wanting him to talk more. "Yes Ma'am," he simply replied. "Does she suck it for you?" she pressed. "Yes Ma'am," he told her and added, "She really do that good too." "She really does that well," Eve corrected. "She really does that well," he repeated. "Would you like to put your cock in my mouth?" she heard herself ask. "Yes Ma'am," he answered. Eve took his arm by the wrist and pulled until Lamar released his grip and she moved his hand out of her way. She wrapped her fingers around the thick log of burning- hot, pulsing meat and told him, "If I do this for you, you can never tell anyone. Do you understand?" "Yes Ma'am," he answered, "I know we would get in trouble if I told." "That is a very good and proper sentence, Lamar," she complemented him. A rapid series of thoughts flashed through Eve's mind... He is not truly a student anymore... He is of age... I want to do this... I need some relief too. Lamar smiled down at her in pride from the encouraging complement. Surrendering the last bit of her reservation to the sexual need taking full control of her will, Eve returned his smiling gesture as she leaned in to lick the pre-cum from the slit of the big bulbous head of his cock. A warm wetness oozed between her legs and spread the wonderful excited pleasure she had craved in waves over her body. Her tongue extended and took the big drop of pre-cum from the slit in head of his cock into her mouth. Eve savored the taste the forbidden liquid for a brief instant before her head pressed forward. Her mouth stretched open and she pressed her lips onto the hot quivering head of Lamar's penis. "That feels so fucking good," she though as her lips drank in the sensuous joy of the ultra-soft smooth skin while she pressed her mouth fully onto his dick. His huge fingers gently stroked her hair as Eve began to rock back and forth. Each push forward took more and more of him into her warm sucking mouth until the massive head of his cock clogged her throat and refused to go in further. Lamar moaned with pleasure at the sight and feeling of the pretty young teacher twisting her head and skillfully sucking his needy dick. As she rolled her head around and licked the underside of his shaft, Eve slipped her dominant right hand down and unbuttoned her skirt. As the garment fell away from her body she pushed her hand into her skimpy panty and found her clit already fully extended. She pinched the excited shaft and teased it knowingly, even as she continued to pleasure Lamar. She sucked his massive cock and rubbed her heated crotch with her knees spread wide until a sudden fiery volcanic eruption of ecstasy rocked her world and liquid passion began spewing from her body. When her body convulsed with orgasm, Eve dropped back to the floor and demanded, "Quickly, Lamar, rip these panties off me," as she continued furiously rubbing her pussy through the gusher of hot female pleasure spraying out of her. Lamar answered, "Yes Ma'am," and with one quick reach and yank of his powerful arm he ripped the panty away from her shivering squirting body and tossed it aside. Lamar answered, "Yes Ma'am," and with one quick reach and yank of his powerful arm he ripped the panty away from her shivering squirting body and tossed it aside. Lying on her back, Eve spread her legs open and willingly exposed the pink folds of her naked shaved pussy to the already wildly aroused young man. Lust fully dominated her mind and will as she looked hungrily up at the huge brown cock with its big plumb-like purple-brown head bouncing in anticipation in front of her face. She stared at the imposing beast and openly pleasured herself in the most wanton way she could imagine. The intensely rich orgasm radiated from her clit and swept across her body in repeated waves, forcing her to gasp for breath and moan out loud until she couldn't contain the feeling. She broke into a high pitched squeal of ecstasy while her hips jerked and humped in uncontrollable spasms at nothing at all. When her first orgasm passed, Eve sat naked from the waist down and quickly pulled her pussy lips open to let the rapidly rising second wave of orgasm take control of her body. Repeated gushes of hot female cum squirted from her pussy and soaked both of their legs and feet as she rocked her butt on the tile floor and moaned from somewhere deep within her soul, "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." As the second body-racking orgasm passed, Eve's conscience made one last feeble attempt at reason, asking, "Are sure you want to do this, Eve? Are you are really going to let him fuck you?" No part of her body or mind doubted what the answer would be. End *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 72