Standing up in front of class,
Not my fault - my teacher's ass!

Bent right over in front of me,
Eyes popped out what could I see?

Skirt so short, no pubic hair!
How the hell could I not stare?

Dreams of standing right behind,
My probing cock - would she mind?

Eyes still staring, caught in a trance,
Inflating, throbbing, stretching pants.

I think I groaned, as she turned round,
My hungry gaze, no doubt she'd found.

Face gone red, she made me stand,
Teacher shouting, my engorged gland.

Trousers dropping! Cool breeze I felt,
I wish I'd worn a bloody belt!