I stood up and moved to the front of the class. After clapping my hands a couple of times and clearing my throat very loudly, the attention of 4B, St Mary's High School, was finally mine.

"Okay, boys and girls, before you all go, I'd like once again to thank Mr. Harrison for taking the lesson and you lot for not making things too difficult for him, and we'll look forward to seeing him next week." Throughout the classroom faces, with expressions of innate boredom, began nodding whilst others checked watches or mobile phones to see if the large clock above the door wasn't deceiving them. Going home time was just moments away and the most impatient pupils were already packing their bags.

"Now, before you all tear out of here like a raging pack of banshees," I had to raise my voice to be heard, "Just a reminder to leave these books," and I held up my example, "On the desks and remember, tomorrow's the big history midterm. It's a difficult one but no ball buster. So if..." I looked at the animated faces listening to me and smiled knowingly, "And I realize that's a big if..." Various pupils grinned self-consciously, "If you read chapters three and four of 'The twentieth-century', it'll be plain sailing." A few groans came from the back of the room and I had trouble suppressing a sadistic snigger.

"I look forward to hearing everyone's take on the events that lead up to the "Night of the long knives," and just to show I don't harbor grudges, Mr. Stevenson, you'll be the first to enlighten us with your pearls of wisdom."

Matthew Stevenson is the class joker, a rebel without a cause and leader of the disruptive element 4B. Tall, good looking and very intelligent he seemed hell bent on making the teachers lives a trial.

"Aaaww Mrs. Thompson, do I have to? I was planning to..."

"Spend the evening studying?" I asked sarcastically, cutting him off before he could say something that would probably cause my temper to flare.

His impression of a goldfish on speed, not only caused my grin to widen but also elicited a few giggles from some of the girls in the class who were always on the receiving end of his razor sharp wit, and not for the first time, I asked myself why someone so bright and popular seemed determined to make life difficult for himself.

He gave me a condescending sneer and shrugged his shoulders in a 'whatever,' gesture, knowing his nonchalance was guaranteed to goad me out of my mellow, but luckily the school bell rang and immediately my thoughts were drowned out by the loud, harsh noises of chairs and tables being scrapped over wooden floors as the pupils of 4B all tried as fast as they could to get through the door.

After about five minutes of complete mayhem, a relative silence shrouded the classroom and I looked over at Mr. Harrison, who was busy collecting the books left scattered on the desks and tables.

"So Dean, how did you enjoy giving lessons today?"

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me pensively. "Nerve-wracking," he answered honestly, his eyes staring at me. "I don't know how you do it day in, day out. They're killers aren't they?" I nodded in agreement.

"Sure are. They can smell fear at fifty paces and they've got the advantage." Dean looked at me quizzically. "Wolfpack mentality. Even if they can't stand each other, they'll stick together like blood brothers and sisters when it's against the teacher." His eyebrows rose a notch at hearing that. "It's nothing personal, Dean, and when you talk to them in a one on one situation, some of them can be quite pleasant." His disbelieving glance actually made me laugh. "Even the likes of Matthew Stevenson," I said casually. His head shot around at hearing his afternoon's nemesis.

"How do put up with him?" Dean asked, his question containing both admiration and incredibility."

"With difficulty," I admitted candidly and moved to the other side of the classroom to help with the books. "Even now, with more than ten years experience, I still have trouble keeping a lid on my temper. Counting to ten helps, laughing when he's genuinely funny also defuses some situations but never ignore him. it only makes things worse. What you've got remember is, he's unbelievably intelligent and sometimes I have the idea he gets bored." Dean slowly nodded his head while I elaborated.

"Take the test tomorrow. He won't do any housework, You know it, I know it and he knows it but he'll still finish in the top three. He must have an endemic memory or something because nothing and I mean nothing seems to trouble him. And when you watch him at work, you can see he's just coasting. That's when he starts looking for mischief." Dean looked me knowingly before speaking.

"I had a mate like that at University. Lazy bastard didn't do a thing and was a straight A student. I don't think I ever saw him look at his books, not even for our finals and he had better marks than me, the shit."

"Anyway," I carried on, picking up the last book on my side of the room. "The secret is not to show any fear, especially with the likes of Mr. Stevenson and always let the class know who's in charge."

"Easier said than done," he remarked apprehensively, "I found that out this afternoon. Oh, and thanks for your support by the way," he added a shade sarcastically. I turned away so he couldn't see me smirking. I didn't want him to think I was laughing at him especially since I'd left him to his own devices in front of 4B. When Mr. Stevenson started giving him a hard time, I hadn't interfered and let him deal with it, rationalizing he'd have to stand on his own two feet sooner or later. Luckily he survived... Just.

I started walking back to my desk.

"Should I be authoritative or supportive?" he asked with genuine interest. "Which is better, being stern or easy going? From what I've seen, you manage to combine both, without alienating the whole class against you. In fact, you make it look easy" He sounded impressed.

"True," I said thoughtfully while coming to a halt. "But like I've already said, I've been at this for at least ten years and one learns a trick or two through the years. And don't forget, what works for me, might not work for you. There's no easy solution, no right or wrong way to do it, there's only what works for you." I started moving again. "All you can do is watch other teachers, talk to them, listen to what they have to say and try to learn from their mistakes." From the other side of the classroom, he gave me a worried look.

"You're sitting in by Mrs. Gamby tomorrow aren't you?" He nodded unenthusiastically. I had to laugh. "Well, she can't help being old school, because that's how she learn... Fuck!"

I hadn't intended to curse but then again I hadn't intended to trip over Dean's briefcase lying against the side of my bureau. Because I was so busy talking to the young student teacher, I hadn't been looking where I was going and had walked straight into it. Losing my balance, I let go of the books and managed to stop myself from landing ass over tit by grabbing hold of my desk. Unfortunately, the school books I'd retrieved lay scattered on the floor in front of me.

Swearing silently, I Immediately squatted on my haunches to recover the books and almost fell flat on my face again. My pencil skirt was making it difficult for me to keep my balance, so without thinking, I pulled at the charcoal gray material until the hem was almost up around my hips. Now this action might be construed as provocative given the fact that I had a student teacher with me, but because I'm usually alone when the last pupil is out the door, I didn't give him a second thought. Unfortunately, I wasn't alone and because I was so concerned with picking up the books, what happened next was a direct result of me not thinking about consequences. Not that I'm complaining.

Apologizing profusely, Dean came rushing around the side of the desk to help me and skidded to a halt in front of me. His jaw almost hit the floor and his eyebrows nearly cleaned the ceiling. With eyes as big as saucers he stared at me in disbelief and didn't move a muscle. In hindsight, I couldn't blame him for remaining frozen but at that very moment, I was angry enough to spit blood and was all ready to give him a bollocking for leaving his briefcase in my way.

Now hours later, lying here in bed thinking about the whole situation, I realize his response was completely normal and If I'd been looking where I was going then none of this would have happened.

Anyway, as I was saying, Dean came racing round the desk and was confronted by the sight of his mentor flashing her tits and crotch, albeit not deliberately and stood there as if he was nailed to the spot. Modesty aside, he was getting a proper eyeful, and although I'm not ashamed of my body, this was something I'd usually keep for more intimate encounters. Now I may not have the biggest tits in the world but what I've got I'm quite proud of. 36c's are more than big enough for most men, and despite the Twins best efforts to destroy them when they were babies, there's only the tiniest hint of sag when released from captivity. That said, they look wonderful in the push-up bras I tend to wear, full, firm and with a delightfully sexy cleavage, and if that wasn't bad enough, I was also giving him a perfect upskirt. All in all, quite a memorable sight to be presented with at the end of the afternoon.

His apology seemed to dry up in his throat and as I looked up at him, I saw his eyes flicker constantly from between my legs to my chest. I'm pretty sure the sparkle in his big blues had nothing to do with the advice I'd just given him, and I was quite confident the broad smile forming was an expression of his appreciation of my attire. If he liked looking at the translucent polka dot bra I was wearing, then he was really enjoying the matching panties and if that wasn't sexy enough, the sight of my stocking and suspenders did the trick. I watched his piercing stare lock onto the sensual expanse of bare flesh and felt a ripple of excitement run down my spine. Then his eyes squinted and his nostrils flared when he concentrated his gaze on the small triangular piece of material covering my sex. That's when I realized the enormity of my carelessness. I looked up expectantly at the young student teacher and cleared my throat.

That's when he noticed me watching him. he shook his head as if to wake up from a dream. "Oh, oh my," he began, blushing furiously.

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"Do you like what you see Mr. Harrison?"

Although I tried disguising it, I couldn't contain the slight tremor in my voice. I'll admit, part of that was due to the receding anger I still felt, but another part of me, the slutty part, found the situation extremely arousing, especially after noticing a telltale bulge in his trousers. Another quick glance at his groin revealed the bulge had grown some, telling me all I needed to know and having consciously made my decision, my knees opened wider, offering Dean a much better view beneath my skirt.

"Mrs. Tho... Thompson," he stammered, "I didn't mean to..."

"Yes you did," I replied confidently, "Because if you hadn't wanted to look, you would have turned away the instant you saw me like this."

"But, but, bu... I," he tried defending himself.

"But nothing Mr. Harrison, you were surprised by what you saw. I can understand that it's only human, but if you were truly sorry you would have averted your gaze immediately. Instead, you liked what was on show and decided to see if you could get a closer peek." He blushed furiously again, knowing I'd hit the nail on the head and lowered his eyes to the floor in mock shame. "Now all I want to know is do you like what you see?" Obviously confused by my reaction, Dean looked uncertainly at me before replying.

"What's not to like," he said hesitantly, as it dawned on him I was still maintaining my position and everything was still on view. "You look fucking terrific. God, what I'd give..." He looked at me to check my reaction. My broad smile and raised eyebrows encouraged him. "Yeah well, This's every fucking schoolboy's fantasy isn't it, seeing the teachers knickers?"

I was watching him intently and I swear the bulge in his trousers twitched when he made his remark about the teacher's knickers. I had to clench my jaw together to stop myself grinning wickedly. Aware of the precarious situation we were in I was contemplating my next move. Although most of the children were out of the grounds, there's always a few stragglers hanging around, not to mention the various after school activities taking place but luckily my classroom was at the end of the corridor on the third floor so I was sure we wouldn't be disturbed. Of course, there was the concierge to worry about. He usually started doing the rounds after the last bell and I wasn't at all sure where he would begin. Looking over my shoulder at the closed door I decided I was prepared to take the gamble.

I raised my hand to my blouse. "And what would a horny little schoolboy do..." I raised my eyebrows suggestively at Dean, "If he saw the teacher acting really naughty?" Although the tone was light, my voice sounded dark and dusky and as I talked, my fingers undid the uppermost buttons of my blouse. My fleshy globes were almost completely visible and as the last button fell open, I heard a sharp intake of breath. My gaze was automatically drawn to Dean's crotch, and the huge bulge was now definitely a risk hazard. If I didn't get to see what he had hidden there, I would probably go crazy.

"Would my horny student rub his hard cock?"

A large masculine hand grabbed hold of the tent shape and began squeezing. The strong fingers manipulated the growing erection and instead of being a telltale bulge, there was now a long, thick sausage-shaped lump pointing upwards, towards his left hip. Up until now, this had been an interesting game, mildly arousing and definitely fun, but seeing how turned on my young colleague was by my brazenness had definitely had an effect on me and I found myself actually wanting to see his flesh for real.

I cupped my breasts and began crushing them in my hands, just how I like it and smiled wickedly when I heard him swear. Beneath my sweaty palms, I could feel my hardening nipples pressing the silken bra against my warm skin and guessed my boobs were becoming more and more exposed as I played. I suspected Dean had seen some excited nipple by now but wanted to know for sure. "Is this naughty enough for a dirty schoolboy?" For an answer, his hand began moving up and down the large deformity in his trousers, his fingers outlining the true size of his manhood and wetting not only my appetite.

"You know Dean," I said as innocently as possible "I always try to encourage students to think for themselves and show initiative when they're in my class, so if you've got something to say or do, please feel free."

"Fucking hell Mrs.

"Hmmm, I can see it disfiguring your trousers."

"What do you expect. I mean, I can see almost everything."

"So what are you going to do about it?" I asked huskily.

Although every responsible fiber in my body was screaming for me to end this, the slutty desire was overpowering and I knew I had to go through with this. Aware of the fact that we could be discovered at any minute I decided to disregard my sensibilities and throw some oil on the fire. The exquisite sensations my hands were wreaking on my 36c's coursed through my body and centered on my core of sexuality, causing things to become very hot and humid between my legs. The throbbing in my loins was impossible to ignore and deciding to take the bull by the horns, I wrenched my bra downwards and freed my girlies. "Is this naughty enough for you, Schoolboy?"

"Yes Miss," Dean replied his voice thick with lust as he watched my thumb and finger pinch my bare nipples, "Although," he carried on enthusiastically, "I always wondered what it would be like to see the teacher frig herself?"

"Why don't you get your cock out and I'll show you," I heard myself saying, throwing caution to the wind.

Dean, obviously having anticipated my answer had already begun unbuckling his belt and I watched with baited breath, hardly daring to believe what was happening. Although I was very much the instigator, I hadn't expected anything like this to happen and normally I like to take my time when I'm in the bedroom. However, this wasn't the bedroom and Dean wasn't my husband. This was my classroom and he was a student. Time wasn't a luxury we had. This was a dirty fantasy coming true and to confirm this, Dean's boxers and trousers were pushed halfway down his muscular thighs and his magnificent cock was pointing right at me.

Long, thick and ready for action, it was just how I like them. "Wank it for me," I said somewhat breathlessly. "Wank until you cum."

"If you want to see me spunk, I'll need to see something more than just your tits," he replied hoarsely. "You said you'd finger yourself!"

"Yes, I did, didn't I," I said excitedly and gave him an enigmatic grin. I started to stand up straight. "Mind you, my thighs are killing me in this position," I added truthfully. He nodded understandably and watched me turn sideways and lean back against the desk. I wiggled my bum on the hard surface and then spread my legs. I looked at Dean and winked at him while my hands grabbed the skirt to raise it up and over my hips. "You better come closer, Mr. Dirty Schoolboy if you wanna get a good look at what I'm doing." Then without waiting for him, I slipped a hand beneath my knicker elastic. I closed my eyes and almost purred in delight at the sensations my fingertips produced as they traversed through my sparsely covered mound.

I felt, more than saw Dean approach me, his heavy breathing sounding louder and my fingers reached the little hood of skin protecting my clit. Then my attention was drawn to another sound other than Dean's breathing. It was an unusual noise and it took me a moment to place what I was hearing. I couldn't help smiling after slyly opening my left eye and seeing his arm movements matching the rhythmic sound. My acute hearing was listening to Dean masturbate.

Beneath the translucent triangle covering my hand, the ball of my thumb rested deliciously on my little man, exerting just enough pressure while my fingertips, pressing firmly between my glistening lips stirred the slick wetness contained there, causing a slight gasp to escape my perfectly made up lips.

"You are really bad Mrs. Thompson," muttered Dean through a tightly clenched jaw.

"Hmmmm."

I wasn't just bad, I was a total slut but I couldn't help it. How else could I explain why my tits were hanging obscenely out of my blouse while my skirt was hiked crudely around my hips and I was lewdly fingering myself while a student teacher watching me, was busy spanking the monkey.

"But I still can't see what you promised me," he said somewhat accusingly.

"Don't you worry about me, you cheeky fucking upstart. Don't stop wanking that lovely cock of yours, Mr. Harrison, because I'm just getting started," I replied wantonly. My eyes fixed on to the gorgeous piece of meat between his legs and felt my knees go momentarily weak. I was quite surprised at how close we were standing to each other, but that only made things more intimate. The large mushroom shaped dome was only inches away from my thighs and his hand moving rhythmically up and down the thick shaft was turning me on intensely. With each tug, the foreskin was pulled back as far as he could, exposing the spongy helmet and his weeping one eye and for a brief moment, I wondered what he tasted like.

However, I had to make good on my promise and hooking my thumbs into my knicker elastic, I eased my sexy panties over my hips, pulling the delicate garment far enough down my thighs to reveal my wet pussy, peeking cheekily between my labia. I heard a hungry groan from beside me as my glistening sex came into view.

"Fuck, your cunt looks fucking gorgeous, Mrs. Thompson," Dean said, complimenting me, "I wouldn't mind getting me tongue into that," he continued and to be honest, that didn't sound like a bad idea. However, my intuition said we needed to hurry, and I wasn't prepared to let him start something that would only leave me feeling very frustrated if he couldn't finish. Not today. Mind you, that didn't stop liking the idea.

"That will have to happen some other time, Stud, but here's a teaser for you."

Not one, but two fingers slid easily inside, stirring the copious warm honey I was secreting, coating them generously for Dean's delight. The bright classroom lights made them glisten as I held them just in front of his hungry mouth.

"Here you go, Sweetie." My young colleague didn't need telling twice and greedily opened his mouth. From one hot, wet orifice they disappeared inside another, his tongue swirling lavishly around my fingers, impressing me with its agile movements. If he was this good at licking my fingers, how good would he feel if he was on his knees in front of me I wondered speculatively?

"Certainly something to look forward to," I murmured appreciatively.

"Hmmm, what did you say, Mrs. Thompson."

"Nothing, Stud. My fingers clean?" He nodded, pulling his head back and releasing my digits with a loud greedy plop.

"Very moreish. Would you like me to do the honors?" and he raised his eyebrows roguishly. I gave him a dazzling smile and felt my belly lurch with desire.

"More than you know, Sweetie, but anyone could walk in on us and we don't want that." I couldn't help the wistful tone in my voice, but facts needed to be faced. "Mind you, I wouldn't be averse to a helping hand," I said invitingly. "Come closer and use your imagination." His face lit up and he raised his eyebrows for confirmation. "Com'on, you heard me."

Full of enthusiasm, he shuffled forward, his thick slab of meat bumping against my upper thigh. Being able to resist anything but temptation, I reached out and took hold of his warm throbbing meat. My hand looked incongruously small and delicate as my fingers encircled the large girth and I knew I could easily wrap both hands around it and still had some length over. "My, my," I said, my breath snagging in my throat, "You are a big boy aren't you?" The question was superfluous but Dean grinned cockily and moved his hand towards my soaking wet fanny.

"And I bet you'd love to feel it between your slutty legs, wouldn't you, Mrs. Thompson?"

"Please, call me Judy," I said as he cupped my splayed labia and drove his fingers hard and deep inside my dripping sheath.

"I bet Mrs. Judy Thompson loves it don't she, a nice hard prick fucking pounding her cunt!" Hearing him talk about me in the third person was a huge turn on as was the ball of his thumb pressing hard against my sensitive clit. Bolts of electricity shot right through my system, causing my body to shudder uncontrollably in unadulterated sexual ecstasy and I didn't want this to end. I grabbed the offending wrist and held it against my belly.

"Don't stop you bastard," I hissed as he rammed his fingers home. An erotic squelching sound filled our ears as Dean did his best to get me off, but I was determined to make him cum first. My hand moved rapidly up and down, squeezing the rim of his helmet tightly before smearing the pungent pre-cum he was leaking over his engorged member. He obviously liked what I was doing because he began to buck his hips.

"D'ya like this, Stud. D'ya like me wanking this big fucking cock of yours?" He grunted in appreciation, although I wasn't the only one dishing it out. His fingers were running amok inside my pussy and with every forward movement of his hips, his throbbing glans bumped against my upper thigh. Not to be outdone I speeded up my moments and heard another appreciative round of grunting. "Come on, give me what I want," I urged tight-lipped.

"Aaaah, you fucking cunt." His backhanded compliment made me more determined to win this battle. His face was contorted in concentration, his jaw was clenched tightly and his body was as tense as a coiled spring. Still, his hips bucked wildly.

"That's it, Boy, let it go. I know you're almost there. Let me see some spunk."

"No... No, I want..."

I tightened my grip.

"Mrs. Thompson," he pleaded. "Pleas... Please stop." His face was a grimace of concentration and I could see he was desperately trying to delay the inevitable, but I play mean.

"Next time, Stud, I'll let you fuck me! I'll spread my slutty legs wide open and you can shove that gorgeous cock of yours right up my cunt."

He let out a muffled gasp and his eyes were screwed shut. His handsome young face was taut with the effort he was exerting but through my fingers and between my legs I could feel my words had struck a nerve.

"You dirty fucking bitch, I'm cumming..." His erection pulsed in my hand.

"Oh fuck... Uuuughh fuc..." His words morphed into a series of drawn out moans and I felt the first wad of searing liquid splatter across my thighs. I watched in wonderment as the second salvo followed almost immediately, decorating the inside of my panties and reaching the stocking top of my right leg. Amazingly the third explosion seemed more powerful than the first two and semen flew wildly over my pubic mound. Determined to milk every last drop from his balls, my hand tightened around the ejaculating member, but even as I tugged harder, circumstances conspired against me.

Dean's powerful climax was accompanied with violent bodily convulsions, including his arms. His fingers, amazingly still buried deep inside me, had already fulfilled most of my deviant desires and his expert manipulation of my clit had already brought me to the precipice, but this new rough physical pounding was exactly what I needed to send me spiraling into the abyss of sexual oblivion.

Although I was free falling into a pool of orgasmic depravity, there was absolutely no way I was going to let this young whippersnapper know he'd made me cum so easily. With a monumental display of will, I controlled the shaking my body was experiencing and gritting my teeth tightly together, I barely made a noise, and what's more, I even continued jerking his manhood as if there was nothing going on. Another load of thick cream spewed out slowly from his one eye and feeling naughty, I massaged it firmly into his spongy head with the palm of my hand.

His hips bucked wildly as I tightened my grip around his sensitive manhood and when I looked at him, his expression was priceless.

"Please... Mrs. Thompson," he begged as his body jolted again. I took pity on him and relented. Looking down at my lap, it looked like Dean had been saving himself for this for weeks. There was spunk everywhere. On the floor, on my desk, everywhere. My pubic mound glistened like a glazed cherry and both my panties and stockings bore witness to the copious amount of cum he'd ejaculated. Feeling the stickiness covering my hand, I grinned at him wickedly. With mixed feelings, I released my grip and raised my hand to mouth. My tongue snaked out and licked the salty goodness smeared there.

"Hmmmm, delicious. Next time I'll have to drink it straight from the source." Dean enthusiastic grin showed me what he thought of that idea and was opening his mouth to say something when a noise sounding like a muffled groan echoed through the room. That in itself was enough to send a shiver of apprehension running down my spine, but it was the sound of the door closing that really chilled my blood.

"What the fuck!" exclaimed Dean, eyes wide with fear. Not knowing what to expect, I hurriedly started rearranging my clothes.

"I don't know, Sweetie, but I think we should hurry up and get the hell out of here before whoever that was, comes back; with reinforcements," I replied, badly shaken. Dean, following my example and was rapidly making himself decent.

"Do you think they saw anything?"

I looked at his earnest expression and couldn't help feeling a little guilty. The door was behind us and neither of us had paid any attention, although I could have sworn it was shut when our little adventure started. Was I worried... Truthfully? Well, I'd be a fool not to feel a little apprehension but more worryingly for me was my lack of concern that we'd been spied on. For some reason, the idea of someone watching me be a slut was quite exciting. "Probably but I wouldn't worry about it, Dean. Whoever it was, he or she obviously enjoyed being a voyeur, otherwise, we'd be in a shit load trouble right now."

My young student looked at me thoughtfully and then grinned roguishly.

"Like me, maybe the thought of seeing a teacher being naughty is a huge turn on and they couldn't resist watching," he added suggestively. I nodded my head and smiled teasingly.

"Then we'll have to give them something worth watching next week, won't we?"