Haven't we all dreamt and fantasized about one of our teachers.
Sometimes they do engage!
Almost everyone has had a teacher like that in high school—sexy, but unattainable. At our school it was Mrs. Marjan Pruim, our English teacher.
She was somewhere in her late thirties, always busy with her work. Her appearance, and rather eye‑catching outfits. Leather trousers, short skirts, tops with leather jackets, bare shoulders—you name it, drove us nuts. We, the students, saw far too often her colleagues drooling when she was in their sight. And we did exactly the same. I myself lost count how many times i jerked off thinking of her.
“Now pay attention!” Mrs. Pruim said, slamming both hands on my desk. Fear shot up my throat while I saw two blue‑eyes fixed on me with full attention.
Gulp. It wasn’t very smart to be chatting at the front of the class during the lesson. “Now listen to me or I’ll send you out, Mike,” Mrs. Pruim ordered. That day she wore a tight blue top with a poorly fitting bra, so her nipples stuck straight through the fabric. The window was open and it was fairly chilly. Her breasts hung at my eye level and I had to make an effort to keep looking into her eyes.
“Well, go ahead, send me out” I said with a relaxed smile. She smiled but didn't send me out. Instead she gave me a so called last warning. I behaved for the rest of the class.
I had the hots for her. Sometimes I would talk with the classmate next to me about Mrs. Pruim’s sexy outfits and I would swear she could hear us. Then she would just look at me with her beautiful piercing eyes, as if she wanted to indicate that she knew what I was thinking.
Maybe I was just making things up. Like the time she swung her legs in my direction and I caught a full two‑second glimpse of her black panties. Maybe it was just innocent, i don't know.
The following week we had an exam. I fell ill. Not just school‑sick, but truly sick, so I had to do the exam later. Mrs. Pruim simply didn’t grant an exemption. “Class M4A, to those who weren't able to do the exam yet, your second chance to screw up will take place on Friday during the 9th period in room A604.”
What a nightmare! At half past four on Friday I still had to take an exam in her classroom, at the back of the hallway on the sixth floor. Armed with a can of cola I went into battle. It was a difficult exam.
After i was finally ready, i turned in my paper. Marjan looked at it with a dissatisfied gaze, as if she wanted me to have put more effort into it. But I had spent half the time staring at her.
She really looked good that day. Blonde hair in curls, red lipstick. A low‑cut white shirt with a black leather jacket and a short black skirt. Like a biker chick, but somehow way more classy. Black leather boots with high heels finished her outstanding and badass outfit. Black was truly her colour. And it suited her. In any case, she was grading and there was nothing noteworthy happening. I filled in the last exercise blindly and left the room. Weekend!
Halfway to the supermarket I suddenly realized I was missing something. Damn, I’d forgotten my mobile phone. Back to the classroom. On the way I ran into Chris and Niels, the two other “victims of missing an exam”. “Have a nice weekend!” I heard them say. Yeah, you too.
I knocked on the classroom door and pushed it open without apology. Marjan looked up, startled, as if she had just come out of another world. “Um, my phone is still here. Sorry if I’m disturbing you,” I said as I walked in. “No problem,” Marjan replied. “I was just lost in thought.” I quickly grabbed my phone and stood up.
Before I could disappear, Marjan spoke. “You know, Mike, I want to know something about you.” My heart practically shot up my throat. “What did I do again?” I wondered. “What?” I asked while nervously fiddling with a table. Marjan stood up, smoothed her skirt, and walked over to her desk. Her beautiful long legs were accentuated by her boots. I waited for an answer, so I couldn’t stare too long.
“Why are you being so difficult? You get good grades but you’re not really present in class...” Marjan said from an unexpected angle. I didn’t see that coming. I thought for a moment, walked forward and leaned against the table opposite Marjan to come up with a reply.
“I don’t know, maybe I’m just not very interested. I mean, the only thing that could be fun is debating with Lars or looking at you,” I answered honestly. Marjan fell silent. Her look howwver spoke a thousand words, “What did you just say?” I recognized that look and nodded.
“Especially when you bend over the table or pick something up.” I couldn’t hide a grin. Meanwhile Marjan stood there with a flushed face and a rather angry look. “That’s not what my lessons are for, Mike. Keep your hormones out of the classroom!” she lectured me. I felt insulted and wore an outraged expression. “Do you also wear that outfit outside of school?” I asked provocatively. Marjan looked down at her outfit. In her mind I could see the gears turning. “It’s not that I mind or anything. I do find it sexy when you walk around like that."
She replied, with a very angry voice. "For that comment I should have you suspended." Marjan crossed her arms over her body as a shielding signal, then turned around and looked out the window.
“That doesn’t make it any less inviting,” I continued. When Marjan turned back she saw that I was looking at her butt and her face turned even darker red than before.
“Mike, I want you to stop. You can’t look at me like that. I’m your teacher, behave yourself.” I don’t know why, but her attempt at correction felt weak.
“Who says that? I’m not doing anything wrong, gosh. I’m just letting you know you look good. You’re flaunting your breasts right in front of my face…,” I declared.
Marjan thought for a moment, then pressed her hand to her forehead. I nodded. “Yes, and those tight tanktops that let your nipples stick out. Or that skirt you wear that shows your underwear. Don’t get me wrong—I think it’s amazing. It’s just much more interesting than the Emglish lesson. Sorry.”
Marjan shook her head and walked away from the table. “Unbelievable. Mike, I’m almost forty. Can’t you stop looking at me like that? Come on now,” she said accusingly. Apparently she never watches porn movies. Marjan stood next to me by the table. “Why not? You’re a beautiful woman, after all. And you don’t wear that to be ugly,” I said honestly.
Marjan sighed. Before she could finish “What am I supposed to do with you?” I gently placed my hand on her butt. First very softly, then kneading gently. Marjan froze and had no immediate response.
After a few seconds she got up from the table and stared at me intensely. “You’re going too far, Mike. You could get suspended for this, you know that?” she said with a slightly trembling voice. I was surprised that the word “stop” didn’t appear in that sentence.
Could that be possible? No… I stared Marjan straight in the eyes. “Well, just half a block more and another exam.
In two months I’m done here. And then I won’t be able to look at you either.” That last sentence hung in the air. I didn’t know exactly how, but I was messing with Marjan’s mind. She looked nervous, glanced around, and sat down. That reaction told me she had already seen that I was looking at her. And that she tolerated it.
“Is everything okay? I didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to give a compliment,” I said while laying my hand on her desk, which by chance also touched her hand.
She closed her eyes and responded. “Indeed, I’m just a little upside down from our conversation.” Softly she tapped her fingers against mine.
“You don’t mean that,” I thought. Carefully I slipped past the desk until I stood opposite Marjan and then ran my hands through her hair. She looked up and I was greeted by two bright blue eyes. “You’re really something, you know that?” she said while looking away. I nodded. “Sorry, I just like looking at you.”
Marjan stood up and gave me a brief look before looking away again. Gently I placed my hand on her waist, after which she put her hand on my arm and stroked it softly. I thought about what I would do with someone my own age and turned Marjan around, then wrapped my arms around her.
Marjan placed her arms on mine and we stood there for a moment. She pressed her butt against me and, given the situation, My cock already pretty hard. I know she felt it and she started to gently move her butt up and down. Quietly I slid my hands upward, closer and closer to her breasts.
Marjan got goosebumps, but placed her hands on my legs. While I was looking at the door I slid my hands over her bra and gently squeezed it. Unbelievable. Marjan probably had put on a thin bra that day again, because I felt her nipples through her bra and her shirt.
Softly I pinched her nipples and heard a breath escape from her mouth as I tightened my grip on her boobs. Marjan laid her hands over mine while I buried my face in her hair. After half a minute or so she turned around. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said as she stared into my eyes.
I couldn’t say anything. Calmly I moved my hands down to her short leather skirt. She closed her eyes and squeezed my arm. I wanted to stroke her skirt, but my finger ended up under it and I decided to go beneath.
Marjan pressed herself against me and started kissing me on the mouth. Holy shit! I gently squeezed her delicious butt while Marjan’s hands were suddenly all over the place.
Eventually she softly rubbed over the huge bulge in my pants and released my lips from her kiss. Marjan thought for a moment and looked at me again.
Mike, “we can’t do this. It’s nice, but this really can’t happen. I feel like I’m 16. Let’s stop.” Calmly I let Marjan go and she took a step back. With her hands she made a dismissive gesture, then tied her hair into a ponytail.
“Oh wow, that went wrong…,” she said as she walked to the middle of the classroom to catch her breath. She said those words clearly but implausibly, and her eyes were still fixed on the big bulge in my pants. Calm and determined I walked to her, stood directly in front of her and with one hand grabbed her butt, pressing it against my hard bulge. She sighed and grabbed my butt with her hands.
I turned her around and the butt‑against‑my‑bulge ritual began again, this time more intense. She moved her butt up and down along my cock. While we were in this state I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it down. She didn’t resist and now took off her bra herself.
My hands began massaging her beautiful breasts again and she meanwhile reached between us with her hands on my cock, and when she grasped it she squeezed hard. Her hands then shot up to my belt and it was skillfully undone.
She now loosened my pants and slipped them down a bit. Then my boxer also had to give way, and my hard shaft swung forward. Meanwhile I pulled her thong down and she bent even further forward. I didn’t hesitate, grabbed my cock and skillfully ran it over her lips. Slowly I moved my tip along her lips, which were already slightly wet.
Marjan moaned softly as I, with my tip, worked her now soaking clit. Again I moved my thick head through her slit, and when I was halfway Marjan said enough and pushed her butt hard back so that I suddenly penetrated her deep into her pussy.
Mrs. Pruim let out “Oof,” followed by a deep groan. I stayed like that, deep into her steaming hot cunt, all the way to my balls. I grabbed her breasts again and began teasingly moving slowly back and forth.
“You’re nice and tight, Miss.” “And you’re very big and thick,” was her naughty response. Thus we stood in her classroom, delightfully fucking each other. I had only dreamed of this until now. This easily surpassed those dreams.
Marjan began moving rhythmically and we increased the pace. She lifted a leg and placed it on a table. I fucked her harder and felt her legs start to shake. The moaning grew louder and a moment later she got a steamy orgasm with spasming pussy muscles onto my cock.
I was also near my climax. Marjan also noticed this. She slid off my cock and knelt before me. Not long after she skillfully licked her own pussy juices from my tip and then began to suck me incredibly deep.
I was in her throat. While deep‑throating, I heard her occasionally gasp for breath as she worked my cock until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I pulled my cock out of her throat and ejaculated my warm cum into her mouth and over her outstretched tongue. Greedily I heard her swallow the first wave, and she immediately gulped again. The second wave went straight down her throat and I heard her half‑retching as she swallowed. I sprayed the third wave over her face.
Marjan licked and laughed at me with flaming horny eyes fixed on me. She then sucked the last remnants of seed from my cock and stood up. “Well Mike, that was an excellently rounded exam.” “A solid 10.”
We got dressed and a short while later walked out of the empty school together. What a woman.
“Shut your mouth,” she shouted at me from a distance before she got into her car and sped away.
The following week she still taught the class, but avoided eye contact and left her sexy skirt at home. We had no contact until the graduation ceremony. During the ceremony she personally handed me my diploma in an envelope with a cheeky wink. When I opened it at home, there was a note inside with a phonenumber and the text “call me sometime next week, I have a job for you at my house."