1 comments/ 27473 views/ 6 favorites A Hidden Lesson By: NancyAllbright Simon was despairing about when exactly he was going to lose his virginity. At eighteen years old he was the only left in his social group at college who hadn't lost their virginity in fact he had rarely experienced any sexual contact to speak of and he was getting pissed off listening to his friends stories about their carnal exploits. It wasn't as if Simon wasn't attractive. With deep frustration he would look at himself in the mirror on a daily basis and wonder what was wrong with the girls he met. Simon was tall approaching six foot two in height. He had a nice broad chest and shoulders and his physique was leaning more to that of an adult rather than a teenage boy. His shoulder length dark wavy hair framed his face and complimented his almond shaped brown eyes. He had been complimented once on his brooding appearance saying that he reminded them of Heathcliffe. Okay, that particular compliment had been delivered by his Aunt Mandy but she had slept with over a hundred and twenty eight people and she was only twenty eight years old, with that kind of fucking success ratio surely she must know what's she's talking about? In fact it was Mandy who had awakened Simon's sexual thought. There had been a party held at home to celebrate his mother's thirtieth birthday. Mandy was his mothers younger sister and she point blank refused to let Simon call her Aunt Mandy. "God just call me Mandy." She'd exclaimed. "Aunt makes me sound positively prehistoric." Simon' mother Alison hadn't really approved but when it came to the free spirited Mandy she knew it would be pointless arguing. In terms of outlook and fashion sense Mandy and Alison couldn't have been more different. Alison was quite happy wear plain pants and a blouse whereas Mandy liked to dress provocatively in short dresses and tight jeans with tops that showed off her ample cleavage. From an early age Simon had been aware that his father Kent didn't appear to have a problem with Mandy, quite the contrary, in fact the pair of them got on really well. Kent was forever teasing her, calling her Randy Mandy or tickling her waist when Alison was out of the room. It was at his mother's birthday party though when Mandy surpassed her self in Simon's eyes and it was the first time Simon had really noticed Mandy's figure. Mandy had also given him a hard on and although he had tried wanking his cock in the past he had never been able to finish. Mandy unwittingly had played a vital part though in helping him reach that particular milestone in the privacy of his bedroom where he came for the very first time. Mandy had been twenty three at the time and had arrived at the party in a white ribbed vest and cut off denim shorts that had been obviously cut strategically with the scissors so that a glimpse of her pert buttocks was visible. She had also brought her latest boyfriend Clive who was only nineteen. A long, tall guy who had his shirt open, he was also covered in tattoos and had a nose piercing. He was what his mother would have described as 'rough'. Simon had always found family gatherings a real bore but Mandy always managed to maintain his interest which meant that rather than sneaking out of the party to go to his room to play on his Play station to escape his familial boredom, he decided to stay downstairs. That evening Simon observed how Mandy moved within the family circles. Her laugh was contagious and tinkled in the air like a wind chime in the breeze. Later in the evening Mandy instigated a game of Twister and Simon had been unable to take his eyes off her as she bent over in front of him and ended up in such a position that it looked like her face was pressing into his father's crotch. Eventually when eleven o clock arrived, and much to Simons chagrin, Alison had insisted that he went to bed. "I don't know what's got into you this evening." She'd exclaimed, "We normally can't drag you out of your room." Simon could have melted with embarrassment. Why did his mother have to be such a drag? Sulkily Simon climbed the stairs stamping his feet on each step. Reaching his bedroom he went in and slammed the door for effect. Throwing himself onto his bed for a few minutes Simon inwardly continued to rant against the injustice of his life before his anger slowly subsided and his mind was replaced with thoughts of Mandy. God she was fit, when he was older he was going to have a girlfriend just like her. He closed his eyes and started to imagine Mandy without any clothes on. In his minds eye she was stood in a pose like he had seen the models do in lad's magazines and then he imagined her bent over a Ferrari and looking at him licking her lips. As he allowed his imagination to run freely, Simon's fantasy was interrupted by Mandy's giggles from the landing outside, then he heard the murmur of a male voice who Simon assumed must be Clive. "Sshhh" Mandy whispered. Simon heard the bathroom door open and shut. The bathroom was adjacent with Simon's room and his curiosity was piqued. What was Mandy doing in the bathroom? 'Shagging' a voice involuntarily popped into his head. Simon snapped his eyes closed before opening them again. Slowly he slid out of bed and reached across to his bedside cabinet. He picked up an empty glass and crept across his bedroom before placing the top end of the glass onto the wall and the bottom end to his ear. He couldn't hear anything at first and then he heard Mandy moan. Quickly the moans were replaced with a panting that became more and more frantic until Simon heard Clive groan before it suddenly went silent. He waited a few moments just in case anything else was going to happen but then he heard the bathroom door opening followed by footsteps across the landing. Undressing, Simon got into bed and lay there replaying the sounds over and over again in his head. Mandy had been shagging! Although part of Simon felt a little appalled and shocked another part of him was excited. He had told all his friends about the incident and it had given him some kudos, he felt that they had finally allowed him into their club. However, Simon now felt like he'd never really been part of the club at all. Over the years he had given up wanking over Mandy. He hadn't seen her for three years, ever since she'd met Douglas a millionaire who spent most of his days on his yacht in St Tropez. Mandy had jumped at the chance to forge a new life for herself and had disappeared into the proverbial sunset. Simon was sat at the dining table doing his math's homework when the sound of the doorbell infiltrated his brain that was wrestling with a particularly problematic math's question. His mother opened the door and Simon heard squeals before the door shut and the perpetrator of the noise walked into the room. Simon looked up and there in front of him stood Mandy. Looking just as fit as when he had last seen her only now she sported a deep brown tan. That evening, Simon didn't really get the chance to speak to Mandy; his mother as always was asking so many questions he couldn't get a word in edgeways. From what he could gauge from the conversation, Douglas the millionaire had turned out to be a perverted control freak and Mandy, unable to cope with it any longer, had planned her escape over a period of two months and now here she was. It wasn't until the next evening that Simon was given the chance to catch up with Mandy for himself. His mother and father had gone out to a presentation evening at his father's works. Simon had noticed that his father had been completely dumbstruck when he had first seen Mandy but they had quickly resumed their playful banter like they hadn't seen each other for three days not three years. When Simon got home from football practice Mandy shouted him from the kitchen. "Simon? I've made some chicken wraps, do you want some?" Her voice trilled. "Umm yeah." Simon shouted back before running up the stairs two at a time. After having a shower and changing into his grey tracksuit he went downstairs and into the kitchen. He watched as Mandy deftly wrapped chunks of chicken within the tortillas. Placing two on a bed of salad she handed Simon the plate and grinned. "Get stuck in." "Thanks." Simon found himself smiling easily back at her, that was the thing about Mandy, she had this inherent knack of making you feel comfortable around her. They both walked through to the dining room and sat down. "So what's new with you?" Mandy asked. "How's college?" Simon bit into his wrap and shrugged his shoulders. "Its alright I suppose." "I loved going to college when I was your age." Mandy admitted. "All the parties and getting pissed it was fabulous fun." Simon shrugged again. "I haven't been to any parties, well not yet." Mandy pulled a disappointed face. "You're joking? You need to get out there Simon, a good looking lad like you? You should be partying every night." Suddenly Simon felt inadequate but he was secretly pleased that Mandy thought he was good looking. "You have that brooding look going on most definitely, in fact you remind me of how I imagine Heathcliffe to look in Wuthering Heights, all dark and brooding, surely you have got a girlfriend?" Mandy raised her eyebrows at him and Simon felt himself blush with embarrassment. He could have lied and said that he had, but lying wasn't in his nature. Finally he shook his head. "No, I haven't."" Mandy exhaled loudly. "Jesus. But you must have had a girlfriend at some point?" She persisted. Once again Simon felt uncomfortable and slightly annoyed that Mandy was pressing the issue. "I've been busy studying; anyway there isn't anyone I fancy, not my own age anyway." "Ahh, into older women are you? That isn't unusual for someone your age. I always went for the older guys as well when I was eighteen. I wanted guys with experience if you know what I mean?' Mandy smiled and gave Simon a knowing look. Simon gulped down the last of his chicken wrap nearly choking. "I guess I do like older women." Simon managed to reply after clearing his throat. "So have you fucked anyone yet?" Mandy candidly asked. Despite himself Simon felt his eyes widen in surprise at her forthright question, the look on his faced cause Mandy to giggle. "Oh go on, you can tell your Auntie Mandy." She teased, clearing the last of her salad and popping a cherry tomato in her mouth, the irony of which was not lost on Simon. Leaning back in her chair Mandy folded her arms across her ample breasts, pushing her cleavage up in the process. "I haven't slept with anyone yet." Simon finally admitted. "But there must be someone you wouldn't mind fucking." Mandy insisted. God, what was wrong with her? Why did she have to be so persistent? "I quite fancy my French teacher." Simon conceded. "She's fit but obviously out of my league." "Not necessarily, I used to find that most of my teachers at college were perverts. Plus, its not like its illegal, you're eighteen, so you are at the age of consent, above actually in some countries at your age." "I don't think it's as easy as that." Simon couldn't help but laugh, "they are bound by ethical agreements and allsorts plus in case its escaped your notice, that kind of thing is frowned upon and definitely not the norm, plus they could lose their job." Mandy sniffed her disapproval and waved her hand in dismissal. "You need to stop being a defeatist Simon. I still can't believe you're a virgin though, that's such a crying shame, it really is." It was suddenly evident that quite clearly Mandy had zero regard for rules and regulations. Standing up she took both of their plates from the table. "I'll get us a beer." As she left the room Simon shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Thoughts of Miss McFarlane his French teacher sprang into his mind. A couple of weeks earlier she'd taken her lesson sat on the desk in front of the class. As she was discussing the imminent college trip to Belgium, she'd crossed her legs causing her skirt to ride up and Simon had caught a glimpse of her knickers. The image in his mind was now making his cock hard as Mandy returned to the room with two bottles of beer in her hand. Handing one to Simon she motioned with her head. "Come on let's go through to the lounge, it's comfier than sitting in here all night." Simon took a swig of his beer. What was he going to do now? He urged his cock to go down as Mandy left the room. He couldn't stand up until his hardness had subsided, also there was nothing worse that a pair of jogging bottoms to expose a guys solid cock. Eventually he felt his erection abate as he thought about how embarrassed he would be if Mandy caught a glimpse. That evening as they sat in the lounge the chat had thankfully turned from sexual topics to a much more mundane conversation about what bands Simon was into and what football team he supported. However, as the beers flowed, it didn't take Mandy long to revert back to what was quite clearly her favourite subject, sex. "I remember when I lost my virginity." Mandy, in Simon's eye, had needlessly decided to confide him again. "I was like a tube of Pringles, once, I was popped I couldn't stop. I used to keep count of how many people I had fucked but decided to stop when I reached a hundred and twenty eight." She laughed. "Do you think that's slutty of me?" She asked Simon, twirling her hair around her fingers looking all coquettish. Simon shook his head. "No, not really." Mandy drained the last of her beer from the bottle. "You're just being kind." Simon by now was feeling slightly pissed and he felt a burst of Dutch courage. "I think it's horny when women know what they want." Mandy nodded knowingly. "You're right and I bet your French teacher knows exactly what she wants too." Into Simons mind popped an image of Miss McFarlane with her prominent features and cropped dark hair. He'd once watched a porno and the star of the show had looked just like her. Simon had watched the film over and over again wanking until he was sure he was going to draw blood. "I bet she fantasizes about fucking you." Mandy's eyes looked into his intently before running them across his body and back again to his face. "Not that I am saying I'd fantasise about you in the aunt/nephew capacity of course, that would just be weird. I reckon you should have a go at seeing where you stand with your French teacher to be honest, nothing ventured, nothing gained and all that." Mandy stretched her arms above her head and let out a yawn. "God, I am knackered, I think I'll hit the sack." She stood up a little unsteady on her feet. "And I am a bit pissed." Walking over to Simon she ruffled his hair affectionately. "Night." "Night." Simon replied and watched her as she left the room, her hips swinging from side to side. That night Simon found it hard to sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about his conversations with Mandy and then his mind was flooded with images of Miss McFarlane. He could see her dressed in her black suit and he imagined bending her over the desk in front of him, inching up her tight pencil skirt to reveal her stockings and suspenders. Simon in his minds eye saw himself unzipping his jeans and releasing his cock from his boxers. Pulling Miss McFarlane's knickers to one side, her pussy was revealed to him, all plump and clean shaven, her pussy lips glistening with the desire begging him to fuck her. As Simon stroked his cock enjoying the feeling, he imagined pushing himself inside Miss McFarlane, hearing her gasping with pleasure until the gasps turning to moans as he fucked her hard. In the distance he heard footsteps across the landing and the bathroom door shutting. Rhythmically Simon pulled on his cock as he saw himself turning Miss McFarlane round, picking her up and putting her on top of the desk, her legs wide open, her tongue licking her lips as he leant forward and hooked her legs over his arms before resuming fucking her, much deeper this time. He heard her moans getting louder and then suddenly the moans became a reality. At first Simon thought he was imagining things, was his horny mind playing tricks on him? He convinced himself that in the heat of self love, every horny hard on inducing thought and scenario he'd imagined were now merging into one big wank fest. As he resumed wanking, he heard the moaning again. The sound was quiet and muffled and this time he knew he wasn't allowing his mind to run away with him. Simon slid out of bed and walked across the room placing his ear against the wall. The moans were now clearer and a stifled recognizable giggle burst forth. It was Mandy, had she sneaked a suitor into the house, waiting until his parents had gone to bed before having her wicked way in the bathroom? She must have. The thought turned Simon on. There really were no rules when it came to Mandy and Simon felt a thrill at the thought that their earlier conversations had turned Mandy on so much and they'd left her feeling so horny that she felt compelled to have her desires met. As Mandy's moans increased Simon closed his eyes and imagined Miss McFarlane knelt down in front of him, her full lips coated with crimson lipstick. He imagined her opening them and taking his cock in her mouth. The muffled sounds of sex from the neighboring room made the images in his mind even more powerful than then they would normally be. As Simon wanked himself faster and faster he could feel himself building up to an orgasm. In turn Mandy's panting and moaning was also reaching a peak and Simon couldn't help but simultaneously imagine Miss McFarlane sucking him, her lips pulling on his cock eagerly as she teased the come out of him. Like an adjacent reel of film running in his mind, he could see Mandy's face next door contorted with pleasure as she too built up to coming. As Simon felt himself come he saw himself shooting it all over Miss McFarlane's face before smearing her red lipstick with his thumb mixing it in with his cock juices. There was a murmur from the next room and then silence; evidently Mandy's goal had been accomplished too. Suddenly Simon had an overwhelming urge to catch the culprit who had sneaked into their home to satisfy Mandy's horny needs. Quickly Simon picked up his tracksuit bottoms and slipped them on. He stood stock still listening for when the bathroom door opened, when it did moments later, Simon darted to his bedroom door, opening it he stepped out onto the landing. What Simon next witnessed caused him to stand stock still as if a rigidity spell had been cast upon him as his father appeared in front of his eyes. A look of shock flooded Kent's features before he regained his composure quickly shutting the bathroom door behind him. He nodded at Simon before passing him making his way to the bedroom he shared with Simon's mother. Quickly Simon retreated in to his own room. The next day as Simon dressed for college he couldn't help but think about the night before. As he filled his college back pack, Simon picked up his French study book and packed it in between his files. Looking at his reflection he smiled, maybe Mandy had been right all along, he really should rid himself of his insecurities and anxieties and grab life with both hands, or more to the point his hands should be grabbing Miss McFarlane and the thought cheered him up. At breakfast, as Simon took a piece of toast off the mound his mother had placed on the dining table, he heard Mandy announce from the kitchen that she was leaving. Apparently she had a few friends who she wanted to visit and eventually she would need to find a place of her own. He heard his mother's protestations and his father's murmurs insisting that Mandy could stay a long as she wanted. Stepping outside, Simon shut the front door behind him and hitched his back pack over his shoulders. Striding down the street he whistled to himself like a man on a mission. If Mandy hadn't given him much else, she given him an insight into what women wanted, even if it had been a hidden lesson. A Hidden Lesson Pt. 02 Simon arrived at college in plenty of time for his lesson which by sheer luck happened to be French with Miss Duval, the object of his desires. Usually Simon was incredibly focused but the events from the previous evening had proved to be quite distracting and of course his lack of attention was not lost on Miss Duval who prided herself on knowing her students inside and out. "Simon, can you give me an example?" Simon flushed, "I'm sorry, "he stuttered. "I don't know..." "No, you won't know will you?" Miss Duval interrupted, "If you had been listening to me in the first instance rather than daydreaming, you would have known what the question was?" Simon looked at her sheepishly and could feel his cock stir in his jeans as his eyes dropped down to the French teacher's cleavage that looked like it was straining to escape her tight fitting blouse. The sternness of her tone only served to excite him further. "I want to see you after the lesson Simon." Miss Duval turned her back on the class and started to write a list of French questions on her whiteboard. "Great, "thought Simon. "She wants me to concentrate then proceeds to turn round so I can see her arse through her tight pin stripe skirt and I can also see two bump on her thighs which suggests she is wearing suspenders." Simon saw a flash of Miss Duval undressed in her bra, stockings and suspenders in his mind. Slowly she was bending over her desk spreading her legs wide, begging him to fuck her. His fantasy was broken as Miss Duval spun round on her heel, her black marker in hand. Quickly she fired questions around the class until thankfully for the students; the college bell rang heralding the end of the lesson. The sound of chairs being scraped back as the students hurriedly grabbed their bags to get to their next lesson on time, resounded around the classroom. Simon remained seated concentrating on looking at the pen in his hand, too shy and embarrassed to look up. He heard the classroom door shut and felt a slight breeze against his cheek and smelt a waft of perfume as Miss Duval passed by his desk. "Look at me Simon," she said as she sat on her desk in front of him. Carefully she crossed her legs, pulling down the hem of her skirt as if to try and cover the upper half them which was clearly an impossible feat seeing as her skirt was, a) too tight and b) at best it was just a centimeter past thigh length. "Right, would you care to tell me what happened this morning Simon? You're usually one of my best pupils, however, today it's like you are living in another world." Simon shrugged, "I didn't get much sleep last night that'/s all." Miss Duval raised her eyebrows, "Really, and why not?" Simon felt his cheeks flush with the heat of embarrassment. He could hardly say that he had been kept awake listening to his father fucking his Aunt and the fact that this had led to a marathon masturbation session. A session which had heavily involved Miss Duval being forced to put her lips round his cock. Instead, Simon looked up and had no other option but to lie, "I don't know why I couldn't sleep. It just happens sometimes, it happens to everyone I suppose." Miss Duval nodded, "Of course we all have nights when sleep eludes us, but to be honest Simon I don't believe you. I could understand if you looked like you could just fall asleep at any moment, but you was positively distracted the whole lesson. Do you have things on your mind?" Simon wanted to tell Miss Duval the reason he had been kept up all night, just to see the reaction on her face, to see if the situation turned her on. He almost laughed out loud at his preposterous thought. Jesus, if he told Miss Duval what was really on his mind he wouldbe expelled on the spot for talking such filth to a teacher. "You see Simon," Miss Duval continued, "I know what lads of your age are like, all that testosterone flooding through you and not to mention how readily available porn is these days. Gosh there is a prolific amount of it on the internet. Sometimes I wonder how I manage to get a hundred percent attendance rate, especially from the lessons that are first thing in the morning." She paused and smiled at Simon before leaning forward, gently stroking his cheek with her hand. "I know you fancy me Simon," she said gently. "In fact, I know exactly which pupils desire me, why do you think I always sit on my desk? It's to tease you all because I know you all want to look up my skirt," Miss Duval gave a small laugh, "Sometimes I reward all the adulation by giving a quick flash of my knickers." Simon's ears started to pound, his heart banging in his chest. He rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans. Never in a million years could he have envisaged this happening. If he didn't know any better he would think that Mandy had possibly dropped an acid tablet in his bottle of water because he felt like he was having a vivid trip. It was as if all his thoughts had been sent out into the universe and the one thing he had been wanking over was coming true. Miss Duval looked up at the clock on the classroom wall, "Listen, I can't keep you any longer from your next lesson, Mr Dunn will be livid with me, but have you got any free periods today?" Simon licked his dry lips, "I have a free period after lunch." Miss Duval's eyes widened, "Really? It just so happens I have the same period free too and then there's lunchtime and I don't have anything planned." She tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the desk deep in thought. Finally she looked up like she had finally worked out her master plan, "Have you made any plans for lunch?" Simon usually went to the local café with his friends but he wasn't going to admit that to Miss Duval, not if she had anything better to offer him. He shook his head, "No, I don't have any plans for today." Miss Duval nodded, "Okay, come back here at lunchtime ok?" Simon nodded and stood up, throwing his holdall over his shoulder, "I'll see you then, "He said before quickly leaving the room. The hour Simon had to endure in Geography before it was time for lunch dragged and dragged and if Simon had been distracted in French, there was very little chance after what had happed with Miss Duval that he would be able to concentrate now. The college bell rang finally heralding the end of the lesson and Simon felt is stomach lurch with anticipation. As he left the classroom and walked into the corridor, Simon was met by his friend Alan. "Are you still coming to the caff?" Alan asked, as he plugged his earphones into his phone, placing one in his ear. "I can't, I have to go and see Miss Duval to go through some revision stuff," Simon lied. Aland frowned, "What at lunchtime?" Simon nodded, "Yeah because I can't go at home time because we have football practice and its mock exams next week." Alan shook his head and patted Simon's back, "Football practice has been cancelled. Apparently Mr Walker is off sick and Mr James has to take the badminton team to an away match. Anyway, got to go and catch up with the others." Simon watched as Alan darted up the college corridor weaving in and out of the other pupils, before disappearing through the double doors. Making his way to Miss Duval's classroom, he didn't have a clue what she had planned but the fertile side of his sexual imagination couldn't help but move into overdrive. He imagined her unzipping her skirt and letting it drop to the floor before unbuttoning her blouse. He imagined her displaying her body to him in all its horny glory, his cock started to twitch at the thought. As his steps echoed around the corridor, his mind hopped to images of Miss Duval kneeling before him, unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out of his boxers. Her lips were glistening with desire to suck him relentlessly. By the time Simon reached the classroom his cock was rigid fit to burst. He knocked on the classroom door before opening it and walking inside. Miss Duval was sat at her desk marking some papers, she looked up and gave Simon a smile that told him she was genuinely please to see him. "Ahh, glad you could make it Simon," she pushed her chair out from beneath her desk and stood up before walking over to the classroom door. Taking a key out of her blouse pocket she locked the door and pulled the narrow blind down to cover the glass, before walking over to the other side of the classroom and doing the same with the other window blinds. Flicking off the classroom light switch she walked over to Simon. "Right, that's better all nice and private and I don't know about you but the brightness of those lights is really off putting. "Yeah, I know what you mean," Simon said, his heart thudding in his chest so hard it was giving him palpitations. Miss Duval sat on her desk, perching her pert bottom on the end of it. "So Simon, would you care to tell me what exactly had kept you up last night? Were you wanking? Put your bag down on the floor and sit down, standing there all awkward is making me feel uncomfortable." Simon dropped his holdall on the floor and did as he was told. "So tell me, where you wanking?" Simon nodded, "Yes." "What? All night?" "Not all night but for the majority of it," Simon admitted. "How many times did you cum?" Simon watched as Miss Duval unbuttoned the first button on her blouse, the material gaped and Simon saw a bit more of her famous cleavage. "About three times I think." Miss Duval raised her eyebrows, "Three times eh? And what did you wank about?" she asked opening another button on her blouse. "I dunno, all sorts of things." "Oh come on Simon," Miss Duval admonished. "You must have been thinking about me surely, go on tell me the scenario." Simon watched as she started to unclip her hair before shaking her locks free so they tumbled across her shoulders. She pouted at him, adopting the air of a truculent little girl. "Please tell me," she pleaded. Simon swallowed down the lump in his throat. Never in his wildest dreams could he ever have imagined being placed in this particular situation. "Yeah, I fantasise about you," he conceded. "I imagine you sat on your desk and you hitch up your skirt and show me your stockings and suspenders. You push your skirt up around your waist and move yourself to the middle of the desk, propping your feet on the edge and opening your legs so I can see your knickers." To Simon's surprise, Miss Duval did exactly what he had fantasised about. "Shall I tell you what I fantasise about when I am ready to relax after a hard day of teaching?" She asked. Simon nodded, God his cock was throbbing ready to explode. "I imagine that while I am teaching you, you unzip your pants and play with your cock under the desk. Plenty of times I have used my vibrator and imagined it's your cock Simon and that is' the truth. I have brought myself to many an orgasm thinking of you fucking me." Miss Duval opened her legs and showed Simon the black triangle of lace that was housing her pussy. "Do it then, "Miss Duval ordered. "Take out your cock and play with yourself under the desk and get yourself hard for me." Simon fumbled with the button his jeans before pulling down n his zip, unleashing his cock from his boxers; it was as hard as a pole. Slowly he stroked himself with his fingers, before gripping his cock, moving his hand up and down his shaft. Satisfied he was now doing as he was told; Miss Duval slipped her fingers inside her knickers and started to rhythmically play with herself. "Tell me more about this fucking me fantasy," she said as Simon watched her fingers start to move faster and faster. He felt an overwhelming urge to see her pussy but also liked the tease. "I imagine you pull your knickers to one side and show me your pussy. You tell me how much you want my cock inside you, but first you want us to tease each other." Miss Duval groaned before again doing exactly what he had said. She pulled her knickers to one side and showed Simon her shaven pussy. Her lips were perfect; in fact it was the nicest cunt Simon had ever seen, even nicer than the ones he had filed into his favourite file of porn shots. He watched as Miss Duval's fingers moved across the hood that housed the nub of her pussy. Slowly at first she rubbed until she picked up pace, Simon watched and saw her pussy lips start to glisten as she continued to pleasure herself. "Have you ever fucked anyone Simon?" She asked her voice hoarse with horny passion. "No," Simon admitted. "I haven't but I'd love to." He touched the tip of his cock and felt the familiar drip of pre cum. Jesus, if he wasn't careful he would blow his load right there and then. "Umm, " Miss Duval murmured. "That is so horny and fits in perfectly with all my fantasies." She sat up and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse before slipping it off her slender shoulders, showing Simon her ample cleavage encased in a black satin push up bra. She slid off the desk and licked her lips. "In my fantasy, I kneel down under the desk and suck your cock. Have you ever had your cock sucked?" Simon shook his head. "Well, we will have to sort that out for you wont we? Push your jeans and underwear down to your ankles; I don't want any restrictions okay?" Simon really felt like he had died and gone to heaven as he pulled down his jeans and freed himself from the restraints of his boxers. Miss Duval knelt down on the classroom floor and crawled across to him, her perfectly peach shaped arse in the air. God, Simon so wanted to feel it in his hands. He wanted to fuck her from behind, feel her pussy on his cock. Mentally he switched his thoughts to reciting the alphabet in his head or he was definitely going to cum. Miss Duval disappeared under his desk and took his hand off his cock before replacing it with her own. "Oh you are quite a big boy aren't you?" Miss Duval commented in a tone of approval. "I knew you'd have a big cock," she said as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. Simon swallowed down a lump in his throat and gasped as Miss Duval squeezed the tip of his cock tightly before continue to wank him. "I've watched you plenty of times whilst you practice for the football team. Those sturdy thighs of yours and tight bum really turn me on." Simon suddenly felt a warm wet sensation as Miss Duval put his cock in her mouth, moving it down to the bottom until her mouth encompassed the whole of his dick before moving them back up. Her tongue flicked around the top, licking up his pre cum juices with vigor. "Where do you want to cum first Simon?" She asked. "Do you want to blow your load in my mouth or shall I take your sweet virginity away first?" To be fair, in Simon's mind they both sounded like an awesome option but he had to remember what his original sole aim was, to lose his virginity. Plus, some of his friends had discussed the fact that it was easier to get a girl to suck your cock rather than fuck them. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity on a whole different level. He was actually going to fuck his a teacher! "I'd rather you fuck me, well I fuck you," Simon added, not quite sure which way he should have made his announcement. The bell heralding the end of lunch time resounded around the corridor outside the classroom. Miss Duval gave Simon's cock one more long hard suck before Simon saw her stocking clad legs appear from behind the desk. "Good job we both have a free period," Miss Duval announced standing up, smiling at Simon. Outside Simon could hear the kerfuffle of the other student's mulling around the corridor making their way to their lessons and he smiled to himself. He was going to have the best free period of his life, one that was going to teach him a few lessons. Miss Duval walked around the desk and stood in front of him. "Pull out your chair," She ordered as she unclipped her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free. Breasts that were full and round with delicate brown nipples that were stood out on end. She pulled down her knickers so she was totally naked apart from her stockings and suspenders. "I would normally leave my knickers on," she whispered. "But being a virgin, you would probably find them a hindrance. Under usual circumstances I like them just to be pulled roughly to the side as I get fucked hard. Don't look so scared Simon, we will progress to that, and don't you worry." She bent down and kissed Simon's lips gently before opening her mouth. Simon followed suit and kissed her back. He might have been a virgin but Simon had kissed plenty of girls and had actually been told he as good at it. As his tongue found Miss Duval's he marvelled at the sensation, her minty fresh breath and the smell of her musky perfume. Slowly she took her lips away from his. "Kneel on the floor Simon," she whispered in his ear. "When you fuck a woman you always have to prepare her pussy for your cock. I am a woman and I know what women want and they like to have their pussies warmed up before any real action takes place. That is the start of today's important lesson and one I suggest you don't forget in the future." She pointed to the floor with a perfectly manicured finger, "So kneel, there's a good boy." Simon did as he was bid and knelt on the floor in front of Miss Duval. He watched as she inched forward so her pussy was over the top of his head. She reached down and tilted his chin so his mouth was inches away from her plump pussy. "Lick me," she ordered. Simon did as he was told and stroked his tongue up and down her pussy lips. He was quite tentative at first, taking in Miss Duval's pussy juices and their taste. He felt her hands hold the back of his head and pushed her pussy further into his face so he as left with no alternative but to put his tongue inside her. "Umm," she whispered. "That's good baby. Lick my hole, keep dipping your tongue inside. Stiffen your tongue so it's as hard as your cock." Simon did as he was told and pushed his tongue inside her hole. Involuntarily, his hands felt for his cock and he stroked it as his tongue moved in and out of his teacher. "Oh yes, that's it," Miss Duval moaned. "Dip it in and out faster and faster, prepare me baby for your big cock." In and out Simon pushed his tongue, excited for the moment when his tongue would be replaced by his cock. "Rub your nose on my clit," Miss Duval ordered. Pulling Simon again by his chin, she moved his face so his nose was exactly where she wanted it to be. Pulling on his hair, Miss Duval moved his head round and round. "Oh Jesus that's so good," she groaned. "Umm you are good at this Simon, I am looking forward to you getting better and better over time." Spurred on by her encouraging comments, Simon decided to give it his all. His tongue licked her insides before he moved his nose in circular motions. He felt Miss Duval's legs start to tremble as he continued on his mission with vigor. The trembling turned into a shake, a shake that seemed to build, until it reached some kind of crescendo. Miss Duval held on to Simons head tightly to steady herself, whilst he could barely breathe. ""Simon, I'm going to cum," Miss Duval panted and suddenly she gave out a moan. "Oh yes, I'm coming, push your fingers inside me." Simon did as he was told and suddenly he felt a splash of liquid on his thigh as Miss Duval's pussy started to pump out a spray juices. Slowly her legs stopped shaking and finally she let go of Simon's head. After she had composed herself she knelt down beside him on the floor and kissed him. "Let me lick my juices from your face," she whispered. "For me that's the horniest thing about oral sex, being able to taste your own juices on someone's face and in their mouth." Simon allowed Miss Duval's tongue to pick up whatever juices she saw fit to collect. For him he was only interested in the next stage of his lesson and he stroked his cock in anticipation. He wanted to make sure he was hard enough so that his cock would fill Miss Duval's pussy to the hilt. A Hidden Lesson Pt. 02 After a few minutes of having his mouth, lips and face vigorously licked, Miss Duval leant back on her haunches. She cocked her head to one side and looked at him like she was studying the finest specimen of a man she'd ever seen. Her eyes searched his and somewhat tenderly she stroked his face. From the classroom next door, Simon could hear the murmurings of Mr Bent the Geography teacher and he found it somewhat distracting. Here he was preparing to lose his virginity to his French teacher whilst his peers were probably falling to sleep listening to his Geography bullshit. "Ignore him," Miss Duval whispered into Simon's ear. "He's a boring fucker. He has a big cock, but boring as hell." She patted Simons shoulder and looked across at the classroom clock. "Stand up Simon, "she asked. "'Time is of the essence now." Simon stood up and Miss Duval took hold of his hand. "I am going to fulfill one of my fantasies about you." She turned her back on him, still keeping hold of his hand. "I'm going to fuck you on my desk and you are going to cum on my register so that every day from now on, I will be able to see a tiny blob of you and it will cheer me up on my dullest mornings." Simon allowed Miss Duval to lead him to her desk. The trepidation was banging in his chest. This was it, bye bye virginity, hello pussy! "Sit on the desk in the middle," she ordered. Simon moved himself onto the desk and moved as far into the middle as he could. His cock was throbbing now fit to burst. Miss Duval leant down and ran her tongue over his exposed balls. "Lie down the lengthways of the desk Simon please." Simon turned and lay down, the cold of the desk making him take a sharp intake of breath. Miss Duval with the stealth of a nimble puma climbed onto the desk and leant above him. With dexterity and experience she placed her pussy hole over his cock. Grabbing his cock tightly in her hand, she maneuvered herself onto it, just enough so that she could feel the tip of his cock as she teased herself with. When she had teased herself enough she lowered her pussy fully onto his length. She threw her head back, her hands pressing down on his chest. "Jesus, you are so big, have you ever measured your cock?" Miss Duval asked as she rocked back and forth on top of him. The feeling rendered him monetarily speechless, he felt like he was going to explode and had trouble concentrating. Finally, he managed to answer her. "Nine inches and a half inches I think." Simon gasped as the rocking picked up pace. God almighty he was going to have to seriously think of something boring and quick or the decadence of getting fucked by his teacher was going to be ruined if he came too quickly. However, the urge to shoot his load was immense as he felt Miss Duval's pussy lips grip him tightly. "I knew you would be big," Miss Duval whispered in his ear as she leant forward. "I have imagined fucking you for so long." Simon felt her pick up pace again and she took hold of his wrist and pulled his hand up to her. "Please pull my hair. Pull it hard baby." Simon did as he was told and gripped her hair in his fingers. "Are you feeling confident now?" Miss Duval asked as she ground her pussy harder and harder into him. There was no way he was going to be able to last much longer. As quickly as Miss Duval had jumped on his cock, she leapt off, momentarily confusing Simon. He watched as she got off the desk and bent over. Taking her pussy in her hand she opened it so Simon could see her whole and her lips that were glistening with her juices. "I want you to fuck me doggy Simon over your desk. Be quick because we don't have much time now." Simon slid off her desk, his cock as solid as a rock. He watched Miss Duval bend over his desk before walking over to her. He parted her moved his hand down and tried to open her pussy so he could push himself inside her, but it was just at this exact moment that his inexperience came rushing to the fore. He just couldn't get it in, and the effort was making him go soft. Just as he was despairing, Miss Duval took hold of his cock again and put it on her hole so all he had to do was push and quickly he was back inside her. She was so tight it felt, like his cock was suctioned in a vacuum. He gripped her arse as he had seen the guys do in the porn films and decided to let his nerves go. He was going to enjoy this particular ride. Once Simon felt that he had mastered the basics, i.e. Keeping his cock in Miss Duval, he decided to up his game and pushed himself in and out of her faster and faster. The pace quickened until he felt himself start to build up. "Come in my mouth," Miss Duval panted as her body bucked against him. "We'll christen the register with cum another time. I want to taste your virgin cum Simon." Later Simon couldn't decide whether it was her horny attitude or whether it was the fact she wanted his virgin cum that had caused him to shoot his load deep into her mouth. As he recovered he didn't give a shit what it was, all he knew was that he was going to fuck every day, for the rest of his life if he could. Miss Duval allowed him a ten minute recovery session before she stood up and started to get dressed, his cue to do the same. She re pinned her hair and sat back at her desk and pulled out a pile of books from her drawer that needed marking. Simon awkwardly finished dressing and picked up his bag giving her a small wave. "Well, I'll be off then." "Open the blinds before you go Simon and don't forget I need your deposit tomorrow for the Belgium trip. It's going to be so much fun having all my favourite boys together in one hotel." Later Simon walked home with his friend Oliver after college had finished. He was dying to tell him what had happened. However, Simons mind was slightly preoccupied with Miss Duval's comment about the Belgium trip. What did she mean with the comment about her favourite boys? As Simon said goodbye to Oliver he walked up his path and smiled to himself. It was amazing how things in life could change in an instant. First his Aunt Mandy had been a dirty bitch and now Miss Duval. As he turned his key in the door Simon wished he could thank Mandy for giving him his confidence but she had gone so there was no chance of that. As he made himself a sandwich at the kitchen counter Simon was still miles away thinking of the day's events. As his knife slid through his bread cutting his sandwich in half, he almost jumped out of his skin. "Boo," Mandy laughed and smiled at him. "I decided I couldn't stay away Simon and your Dad doesn't mind me staying, he is so generous." Simon watched as Mandy winked at him and sashayed back out of the kitchen, her mini skirt riding up slightly to show the base of her fit arse. To be continued... A Hidden Lesson THE END