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Confessions of a Teacher Ch. 01

By: finnjones



There are some mornings when I wake up and feel a deep ache in my lower back. Then there are some mornings when it feels like my groin is endowed with fury. I wish I could pick and choose between the two (always choosing the latter) but at my ripe age, I suppose it's something I have to begrudgingly accept. But I can't complain. My life, so far, has been blandly decent and taking a turn for the better. Although I'm not sure if this is the way I want it to improve. The change is a surprise and yet also a bit scary. The last time this happened was puberty. I guess you could say my most recent experiences lend to the second coming of age for me.

I'm 39 years old and I don't have much to show for it. I was married once for about three years and that went south pretty quickly. My wife (we're separated and never got around to divorce) left me for another man, a wealthy car salesman in town with a quick tongue. I was too dense and late to realize how effectively he used it on my wife (who later explained to me in a fit that she was sold on the first lick of the labia). But now it's water under the bridge. We never had kids and thankfully that has made moving on a bit easier. Don't get me wrong, I love kids. I'm a teacher and I truly enjoy seeing young minds grow and learn. I just never had the desire (nor met the right partner) to make a few of my own. Pushing 40, I didn't think it would be a wise idea anyway. Last week I got a vasectomy.

Generally I don't make rash decisions like that without forethought, but this time I had a general 'fuck it' sentiment. I wasn't having sex regularly anyway and it didn't matter. Most men, from what I've heard, feel less masculine when their supply of semen soldier is culled. I don't know that feeling. I have always felt slightly emasculated and not very one-with-testosterone. At age 16, I was the scrawny kid at school, all skin and bones. Age 21, college taught me one of many things in the lesson about the freshman 15, which in my case was more like freshman 55. I binge-drank beer and now I am the proud father of a beer belly. Well, maybe it's not a true beer belly any more. I've never bothered to buy new pants so I have a bit of gut that is my signature of adulthood male. At 30 I was deeply in love with my wife and added some more weight but also learned to appreciate my body. This is really important, that a man accepts himself. Now, at 39, I'm slightly balding (only noticeable when you look really close... I hope), I wear bi-focals, and I teach high school Biology. And I'm okay with all this. This is my biggest confession. 

This diary or journal of my other confessions serve as a way of reflection and outlet of expression that has been much needed in efforts to cope with stress. A co-worker, Jim, the English teacher (go figure) suggested I keep a note of my experiences and how I perceived them. He claimed that it would help me sort out my thoughts and make sense of the nuances of life and its reasons. Now, I'm a cellular biologist, at a least I used to be, and "sorting out thoughts" to me sounded about as difficult as sequencing a genome. However, Jim convinced me over some beers and, as a friend, I trusted he wouldn't steer me wrong. I am going to make an effort to be open and honest about myself and how I see the world around me. More than that, I will give credence to these observations as a scientist dutifully carries out the scientific method. Fuck... I am not writing a biology textbook, so I will save you the jargon.

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I am a pervert. Plain and simple. The lab results were clear the first time my wife and I tried to conceive. The doctor said she was very fertile, I, however, lacked the testosterone to produce quality semen for procreation. This might have been a large factor in our separation as well. Over time, I just couldn't get it up for my wife. She had plenty to be satisfied with in the beginning. In hindsight, I think I was just getting tired of the same genitals every night (which turned into weeks, months, year). Variety is the spice of life and I teach that in my evolution curriculum with zeal. I love watching porn and seeing the diversity of vagina and breasts.

One of my first, fondest memories was bumping my telescope away from the sky and gazing into the viewfinder. Inside I saw nothing but blackness. I adjusted the lens to reduce the magnification for my twelve year old eyes. I was gazing on a constellation of black pubic hair. The telescope was pointed directly into the window of a neighbor's home. I was witnessing the celestial event of her undress. I still very vividly remember how round and bountiful her breasts were as she unclasped her bra. To this day it still arouses me. At that time I had not masturbated yet so I could not truly enjoy the spectacle. But rest assured, I did a great deal of star gazing that summer.

It was also a time when I learned to love science. The human body is a remarkable thing and I would be lying if I didn't enjoy studying the female anatomy in college (on campus and in the class). Of course, I had to make a living so I studied cells and hoped to get into some grant-funded research to cure a variety of illnesses. However, I quickly learned that grants are to come by and the cellular biologist lifestyle was not glamorous at all. But I wasn't hunting fame. On the side I also did some tutoring work which eventually led to me becoming a teacher. I taught community college science courses for a while but tired of uninspired students. High school, it seemed, was the place of fresh cultivable minds.

Likewise, a place of coming-of-age young women and mini-skirts. I might be a pervert but I'm not a complete simpleton, I know the clear line between student and teacher. But there are some primitive mechanisms in a man that just can't be turned off. I figure you might as well accept it and look beyond. Jim agrees with me. He's gay and I never hear the end of his infatuation revolving around the varsity football coach. Dealing with this innate desire is something I've learned we all struggle with. While I was married it was easy to look over, but in the recent years, I have had to take care of myself to "release" the tension.

I won't lie here, I promised I wouldn't. I absolutely make efforts to get myself off with what I can work with. I enjoy the change of seasons as they usher in and out garments of clothing that epitomize the meaning of comfort. For example, I have thoroughly enjoyed going home and taking a hot shower, while I rubbed one out reminiscing upon this junior, Sarah O'Brien, who developed quite the ass over the summer while playing volleyball at camp. Her yoga pants gave it away. As winter fades away, so too does the need for layers. Every now and then I have a careless (and perhaps oblivious) student that cannot sit properly in her seat. Michaela, a freshman in my Biology 101 class, was directed to sit in the first row as it provided me a great view of her legs. They were supple and slender, she would often forget to cross them, rewarding me with a great view of her polka-dot panties. Some such memories are etched in the lustful parts of my brain.

I try to not get off on it as much as possible, but sometimes it is unavoidable. There are some students that you just know are sluts. Others are good-girls that will make the grade and will probably never see a penis until they're 25. They range in all different variables making them unique and interesting in their own ways. Luckily for me, I can appreciate it all from a distance. I asked Jim once if he would ever make a move on a student.

"Hell no!" He whisper-yelled at me while we were in the teacher's lounge that day. "Do you have any idea what kind of predicament that would put me in? An openly gay teacher sodomizing the star soccer player? That would traumatize the whole town. I have to be careful to accidentally even graze a student with my hand for fear of one of them crying fowl." 

He had a point. His situation was much tougher than mine. Granted, I'm not a good looking guy like Jim. I'm certain the female student body almost looks at me with a tinge of disgust, knowing that maybe I am a slight cretin appreciating them from a distance. My chances to get close to a supple young student are slim-to-none, or so I've always thought. I didn't know that this year, those odds would be tested.

Confessions of a Teacher Ch. 02



Ashley Ramirez is one of my least academically talented students, but probably the most well-endowed in natural beauty. She has grown-woman's bust (32DD) and slender waist, fitting for an outstanding member of the dance-team. At 18 years of age, she appear a woman much removed from girl. I say that with a tinge to trust as Ashley, from observations, is very sexually active. I can't tell you how many notes I've intercepted exploiting and sharing her sexual adventures. She has allegedly slept with the captain of the football and basketball teams, among other notable senior males. I try not to get involved in the mundane gossip of the high school ecosystem, but Ashley's news always piques my interest.

In class last week, we had completed a project displaying the various layers of the Earth's mantle and crust. Most of the students are uninterested and generally carry a conversation while we go over the material. I happen to catch Ashley making a v-shape sign with her hand over her cutaway model earth. Across the way I noticed Steve, another senior student, making the tongue licking gesture. I caught Steve and told him to pay attention up front. Some of the male students are really annoying pricks. But the same could be said about the females. I suppose I'm just a bit partial.

My model was fairly comprehensive. When I'm not masturbating at home (which seems like a daily activity these days), I am working on improving my teaching materials. This model had a rudimentary water system that simulated running water from the interior. In addition, it included a small lighting mechanism that showed the glow of a magma layer. I was pretty proud of the rig since all it took was the gradual pull of a switch to change the light in intensity. As I explained the phenomenon, I requested the assistance of Ashley to help me with the model to show the class. She joined me at the front of the class behind my station. While I explained the model, I could see that Ashley was gently stroking the light rod-switch. When she saw that I caught a glimpse of it, I received a innocent but coy smile. 

Instantly, my mind conjured up the image of my own shaft being caressed by her slender fingers. I had to discard the thought immediately as the class was awaiting direction.

"Okay class, turn to page 122 and read the summary for plate tectonics, there will be a quiz once you all are done reading it." They all groaned. I turned to Ashley, "You can turn the light off, thank you very much for your help. Take a seat." I wanted her to sit on my lap but waved to her desk. 

"No problem Mr. Antoni. I'm glad to help any time." Ashley smiled. Her hair was cut short, a bob right above her shoulders. It framed her face very well and her full-lips lent to her youthful glow. As she walked back to her desk, I appreciated the moment when all the students had their eyes on their books. I was rewarded with the view of her tight jeans struggling to keep shape as she walked slowly. Every ounce of her light weight shifted, cheek to cheek... left, right, left, right. Snapping myself out of the quick hypnotism, I alerted the students to put their books away. It was time for the quiz.

The silence in the classroom is my favorite sound while I work; especially when there is a quiz or test being administered. I get to walk around the class, make a bit of contact with each student, and give them the quiz. I didn't get enough of my interaction with Ashley and decided to linger as I gave her the quiz last. The other students began their intense focus on their questions while I began my intense focus peering through some of Ashley's open blouse top. The first two buttons were undone and as such left a great swath of her collar and chest open for view. I could see how ill-fitting her bra wore. It was clear she needed to get remeasured as the bra was too small for her liberal bosom.

I couldn't stand there for long as a hand had been raised for question. It was in the front of the class room. Simone Lane (18), another senior, wanted clarification on the wording of one of my questions. She is bright and I appreciate her intellect in the class. She came to me with a brilliant suggestion to place a time-lapse camera in the terrarium to capture changes of the ecosystem over the semester. She also had great legs and I was glad she chose to sit at the front of the class. While not top-heavy like Ashley, Simone has a great ass. I hardly ever saw her wear yoga pants, shorts, or leggings, but she is fond of trousers and skirts. Luckily, she wore a nice mid-thigh skirt on this day. 

"Mr. Antoni, in this question do you mean lava or magma?" Simone asked. I told her I couldn't answer that out right, she knew that and gave a silent laugh. "Okay, well then do you mean it's under or above land?" I clarified that I meant under. "Oh, Mr. Antoni, will we have practice today?" I nodded as I walked back to my desk. I'm also the assistant coach for the volleyball team. I didn't want to do it initially, but they wanted teachers to be involved and it was a bit extra pay. I don't have all the responsibilities that the head coach has but it's a small plus. Jim used to play in college so naturally he took the head coach spot.

I generally don't sit behind my desk as it's raised a little for the sink and cabinetry but since this quiz was taking longer than expected, I took a seat. I was not worried about cheating as I thought that it was a fairly easy quiz, but I am the teacher and of course I will think it's easy. Instead, I focused in on Simone for a moment. She had on these wedge heels that made her ass look fantastic as she walked into class today. There was a nice bump that protruded from behind and I can recall the quick, incidental flash from under skirt as she took her seat. A little taller than her classmates, her legs were long and had to be tucked her the desk. However, during this quiz, she was in a different zone of thought. I could see that above her desk she was working fairly diligently on the quiz. But under her desk, she was working herself fairly diligently. Her pale legs were slightly parted and her hand was discreetly nestled in her crotch under the skirt. I could see all the way up her thigh and noticed she was not wearing panties at all. The sight make me rock-solid instantly. I tried to focus on the administrating of the quiz but all I could think of was how engorged Simone's pussy was a few feet away from me.

But as I shifted my gaze away, Simone removed her hand from her under skirt to erase something on her quiz. I saw the hand come out and saw the glistening wetness from her vagina that she had to nonchalantly dry on her sleeve. I couldn't take it anymore. I opened up my cabinets and found the necessary items to satisfy my urges. I almost second guessed myself but I remembered that in this domain I made the rules. I told the class to take another ten minutes on the quiz. That would be plenty of time. I retrieved the petroleum jelly and towels from the cabinet in front of me, no students aware of these items being collected by me. On my thigh I put the towel down for quick retrieval. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock from between the opening in my boxers. I looked up and saw that all the students were still working on their quiz. Looking down I could see my member stiff at attention. I saw saw Simone was back to pleasing herself too. Popping the lid of the jelly, I took a nice slathering and applied it to my dick and gave it a good rub. Thoughts of Simone's wet pussy flooded my mind. I could envision how red her pale pussy was right now. I could see she was struggling with a question and needed a push. I announced five more minutes for the quiz. This turned me on more as I was nearing completion. I could see Simone's anxiety raise a bit as she grasped to answer the question. She was also rubbing her slippery pussy faster. I stroked myself faster and as I saw that she answered the question and visible looked to have silently climax, I came forcefully. I grabbed the towel quickly and ensured no-body was a witness to my geyser-like event. Wiping myself off and stowing away the masturbatory materials from behind the desk, I announced time was up. Luckily it was also the end of the class period.

The students began to file out as they handed in their completed quizzes at my desk. Steve knocked the paper out of Ashley's hands to the floor. I was about to say something but Ashley demonstrated her flexibility by reaching the document without bending her knees. I became distracted by the eye-full of the cleavage. The rest of the class filed out with Simone being the remaining student. 

"I'll see you later Mr. Antoni. Will practice be long today?" She asked.

"It depends on Coach Handler's schedule. I think he may have some meetings late in the day. If he can't make it, I'll make sure it won't go long." I said to Simone. She seemed pleased and hopeful by the response. "At any rate, don't worry about it. How was the quiz?"

"It was okay I think... I had some trouble with a few of them. I hope I did alright." 

"I'm sure you did. Actually, why don't I just grade it for you now so that you don't have to worry about it?" She perked up at the idea and agreed. "Okay, have a seat there, " I waved to the stool next to the chalkboard, "and I'll get the test key out and review your answers." She took the seat and immediately I was subject to the view. I found the key and Simone began writing some things on the board to avert her gaze from the key (which I appreciated) and occupied herself. I took full liberty in grading a few answers and peering through her open skirt and seeing her nice shaved pussy still shining from the previous activity. I finished grading the quiz and showed her that she got 28 out of 30 correct. Trying to hide her satisfaction, she thanked me for grading it on the spot and stood up. Gaining her balance on her wedges, I could see her back straighten and her plump ass take shape. Oh, to bend her over right there on my desk would have been great. She made her way towards the door.

As she walked, I admired her ass one final time for the day. I could see... on the seat of her white skirt, a dark spot where the moisture of her pussy had dripped to wet the light fabric. A spot, about the size of a half-dollar, raced the arousal in my system to make me stiff again. She closed the door behind her and I quick stood up to lock it. I retrieved my masturbatory materials and began round two. As I looked at the time and around my classroom, I noticed the terrarium and Simone's suggestion. And like lightening striking, I had a great idea.



Confessions of a Teacher Ch. 03



*Author's note*: All characters in the narrative are above the age of 18. 

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After depleting my loads of cum after class in the lab, I rushed home quickly to find that my levels of lust were still very high. Simone Lane's suggestion of using a time-lapse camera for the terrarium gave me a great idea. While I was searching for the time-lapse camera to purchase on-line, I came across a plethora of different wireless camera set-ups. Pinhole types to hidden in clocks and sensors, the possibilities and types were endless. I figure I can put the extra coaching income towards getting another camera. After a few hours of browsing on various spy-camera websites, I found the model and style I wanted. If I had access to this kind of stuff as a kid, I would have had a very happy childhood!

I went with an HD pinhole camera set-up that allowed for multiple cams. They could all be routed to be received under one system. The DVR option was a little extra but I figured it would be well worth the purchase. With each camera in the set, there were three, being about a button sized, they would hide very well. Where was I going to put them? Where else? In the locker room. I knew from the layout of the boy's locker room that the girl's area would be mirrored. Each locker room has a changing area with the lockers, a bathroom section with stalls and sinks, and a shower area that features six individual showers separated by vinyl curtains. I didn't have access to the female locker room (obviously) so I had to do reconnaissance in the male locker room. I found the the ideal spots for the cameras would be in an unused locker, in an exhaust vent in the shower room, and above one of the showers that had another steam vent. I outfitted the cameras with a steam resistant tape over the lens to keep the condensation off. The only problem I encountered at this point was to install them in the female locker room.

I glanced over the calender-practice schedule and chose to cancel the next practice. It would give me the opportunity to get in and install everything. I did have to cover some bases before hand. Since Jim and I coach the senior varsity squad, all of our girls were over 18 which is a big relief. The girl's locker room is also not very far from our coaches office, so the signal would reach. I felt confident sneaking on a Saturday afternoon and not being detected by any other school officials. 

That afternoon, after I sent home the assistant to the team, a student teacher, Jennifer. The campus was empty and I made my way to the locker room. It was by no means drab and actually well maintained. I enjoyed the purple and pink paint scheme as well as the carpeting in the locker area. The first camera required being placed in a locker with a grated door, so as to peer out into the locker room. As I searched for an empty locker, I noticed the names of the team members and their various locker stickers and knick knacks. They liked to make their spaces known. I should probably briefly outline the senior varsity squad:

#34 Selena Michaels: Blonde, shoulder-length hair with a gorgeous ass and thighs. She's a good student and is very competitive by nature. Her face has slightly elfish features that lend a playfulness in her smile. She gets along great with her teammates and generally plays the 2 to 4 position. I really enjoy working on drills with her, she follows direction very well.

#52 Rachel Meeks: A leggy brunette with nice B cups and a slender frame. Rachel plays in the hitter positions with her length being a great attribute. She's generally shy and reserved by that attitude goes to the wayside once she is in the game. Her eyes are mesmerizing and compliment her thin lips.

#12 Jodie Shepard: The shortest member of the senior varsity squad could easily be mistaken for a freshman. She has the biggest ass on the squad and it is veritably heavy. I often suggest she lead the squats exercise in practice when we are conditioning. She has a small waist and unfortunately only works with A cups on top. I've imagined myself pulling her auburn hair while I hump her behind with a finger in that plump ass-hole.

#33 Simone Lane: As you know, this dark haired beauty is also leggy and plays in the back court. Her strong legs and ass constantly get worked out in practice (and in my imagination). Genuinely a nice girl and one of my favorite students. I don't foresee her going on with volleyball in the future, but she will do bigger and better things.

#22 Mikayla Jensen: Nicknamed Captain Kayla, Mikayla is the senior squad's captain. She is a great leader. Wholesome to the core, Kayla has seniority over the other girls and has all the skills to excel in the game. She stands at 5'7'' and has a beautiful hourglass figure. Dirty Blond but with some sophistication. She reminds me of a young Britney Spears in her prime.

#18 Samantha Wells: One of the heavier set girls on the team. I think she may be a lesbian. Excellent player but I am not really drawn to her. There appears to be something off about her.

#32 Justine Smith: I was really glad Jim assigned her as a setter because she has the best chest on the team. Her butt is lacking a little, but the way she braces her arms forward to set the ball up. I can't resist admiring her breasts squeezing perfectly. She flies under the radar on the team and has struggled with grades as well.

#40 Layla Johnson: Likely the most athletic member of the team, Layla is mixed (black and white) and has beautiful caramel colored skin. She is rail thin all over, but a great personality that is critical to the functioning of the team. Very intuitive. 

#63 Alexa Anderson: The best defensive player of the varsity squad. We gave her the libero position as she's very well versed in the sport. She excels in practice and in games. Similar to Mikalya in looks, Alexa body is a slightly exaggerate version of the captain. Her behind is plumper and her bust is slightly more pronounced/perky. Her competitive edge is unrivaled on the team.

These are the nine members we rotate on the team. Every now and then we will bring in a junior varsity girl, but these are the cream of the crop. And as I looked around their lockers, I realized that I was a lucky man to be doing what I was doing. I found an empty locker that would not be touched (I checked the locker assignments). The set-up was effortless. The other two locations proved to be slightly difficult but in the end they worked out just fine. I wired everything and made sure the signals were working properly. I ended up spending a good part of my evening in the gymnasium ensuring everything was safely and discreetly placed. 

I decided to lay low on the operation and left the cameras to roll over the next few days. They had a long recording time and I didn't want it to seem I was overly excited for something to be recorded. I focused on practice extra vigilantly the following day. The best performing members, Layla, Mikayla, Justine, and Alexa shined in their drills and footwork modules. The others struggled a bit but Jennifer helped encourage them on. I generally sit back and observe the practice and pass along my thoughts on conditioning to Jim. If anyone ever needs more work, I let Jim know.

I assigned Jodie to lead in the squats conditioning to strengthen legs. From my seat, I sat off to the side between the rest of the girls and Jodie. As Jodie bended her legs, so did the others and I could see all the fine, nubile gaps in their legs tense and glide down. Jodie's floral print g-string peaked through as she took her squat really low. Luckily I was wearing sweatpants with briefs otherwise I would have been pitching a tent. I saw Alexa with a look of determination pointed ahead of her towards Mikayla. Jim and I had been considering making her a co-captain for the strengths but she was too rash in some games to truly take the title on. Where Mikayla is poised in strategy, Alexa is headstrong and brash. I was enjoying all this drama until Jennifer interrupted me.

"Reggie, we have a problem." Jennifer addressed me by my first name (admittedly it felt strange to hear).

"What is it?" I asked her.

"It's in the locker-room." She said. I almost jumped out of my seat. Did I not plant the cameras discreetly enough? I panicked a bit and visibly broke a sweat. I looked at Jennifer in silence, with what felt like the guilt of a grief stricken serial killer who just discovered empathy. "You'd better come check it out." I didn't say anything and followed her to the entry way of the locker room. "You don't have to go any further," she finally said, "Do you smell it?"

A wave of relief came over me as did the waft of freshly smoked marijuana that emanated from the locker room. Jennifer explained the source and suggested we do a search. I dispatched her to go ahead and let the girls know practice would be done early today. As a faculty member I had to handle this swiftly, and as the school-day was done, Jim and the other staff had already left. I went to the coaches office and unlocked the cabinet in which I placed the DVR and camera signal receiver. I hooked up the small television we used for reviewing plays and games to the receiver. With a firm grasp on my crotch, I turned on the TV and flipped it to the receiver input. The television warmed up to three different screens showing the inner areas of the girl's locker room. For the time being the exhaust fans were off so the audio reception was great. The girls filed in and looked exhausted. I began stroking my cock as I listened in on their conversations.

"Thank god we got out early, it is so freaking hot in that gym. I don't know why they can't turn on the air conditioning for us." Rachel proclaimed starting to remove her shorts.

"I know, it's like they want us to be tortured in the heat and sweat to death. It's sick." Said Selena as she pulled her jersey off to reveal a modest sports bra. "I'll finally have a chance to sit in the cold library only to catch up on my calculus homework. Ugh."

"I wonder why we ended practice so quickly. Do you think it was the heat?" Simone asked around. She noticed Samantha wasn't looking too well. "Are you okay Samantha?" 

"I'm okay, just a bit dehydrated." Samantha responded seeming parched. She headed straight for the shower to bathe. The others quietly undressed.

"Do you all smell that?" Layla asked, "It smells like pot." The rest of the girls took a moment to sniff around and all nodded to varying degrees. "I'm pretty sure it was Samantha." They were all quiet for a moment. "Do you think we should let the coaches know?" Nobody answered Layla.

"I'm sure they already know," Alexa said dryly, "the way Coach Antoni keeps his eyes on us, I'm sure he's already on it." I could hear a tinge of disgust in her voice. Justine and Jodie laughed. Simone giggled a bit.

"Last week, when I was turning my quiz in, he offered to grade it and I could totally see him looking up my skirt while I waited." Simone shared. "And I think while we were taking the quiz, he was touching himself."

"Seriously?!" Creepy!" Alexa shouted. "Well what did you see?" 

"It looked like he had a towel on his lap, but not much more." Simone said, "But when he was grading the quiz, I did see the bulge in his pants. It was pretty obvious."

"Was it big?" Alexa asked with piqued interest. Simone seemed to hesitate a little.

"Yeah... it looked pretty big even through his pants." Simone finally answered.

"Hmm, who knew. He's not a good looking older guy at all but he might have a big cock. That's strange and interesting." Alexa stated. She was partly right. I am not traditionally handsome, but I do have a long and thick cock. When I was younger, the girls in my school would frequently seek me out for my "Italian deli meat," which at nine inches and a curved girth, would satisfy their appetites. "But that doesn't make up for his creepiness haha." Alexa added with a smile that looked like it couldn't be corrupted any more.

"Yeah! Haha, totally. I know he was very concentrated on my squat form from the way he was looking at my ass in the mirror. Gross!" Jodie laughed again as she peeled her shorts off, her ass was breath-taking and I suppose she knew I was an admirer. She also produced her floral print g-string from thin air it seemed. A black man would have wept tears of joy at the sight of her white girl booty.

"I wish I had a more compressing bra because he can't seem to quit helping me with setting up shots." Justine said sounding disappointed, "He doesn't know that my eyes are up here," she said motioning to her face, "and not down here," motioning to her lusciously jiggling breasts.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I turned off the TV feed quickly and opened to see who it was. Jennifer came in and began talking at length about the possible culprit. I engaged in the deduction with her without giving away the fact that I knew already who it was. We continued for quite some time until she finally left after I told her I would look into it. I turned the TV on quickly to catch more of the action but the areas were all empty, the girls had left for the day. I pulled the locker roster and made my way to the locker room.

I went directly for Samantha's locker first and unlocked to find the contents of her possession. There wasn't much weed to be had, but it would definitely result in getting kicked off the team. I stood there for a moment realizing that I had just witnessed one of my best moments in this place on a screen from my office. I recalled Jodie's undressing and unlocked her locker. Her jersey was hung and looked visibly damp. She always pushed herself in practice. I dug around some more until I came across her underwear. The g-string was still wet as I held it in my hand. I brought it up to my face and took a deep indulging smell. The mix of sweat and natural pussy juices took me to a new level of heaven. I folded the panties up quickly and placed them in my pocket and rushed back to my office. Downloading the DVR recordings, I went home and promptly made good work on stroking my jock.

That night, I wore Jodie's sweat laced g-string over my nose and masturbated three times in one session. Each time I exploded in pleasure while I breathed deeply taking in every scent of her pussy while I watched her peel her shorts off in the locker room. Every reveal of her ass led me to orgasm. The other girls also added to my pleasure and I really enjoyed watching Mikayla and Alexa dart glances at one another. There was something at work here and I knew that it could be opportune for me. The cameras were a great idea indeed. At the end of the next few practices, I treated myself to a private masturbation session in my office while I watched the live feed of the squad hitting the showers.



Confessions of a Teacher Ch. 04



The end of the semester was upon on us and it meant a few different events were to unfold. As testing took up a great deal of time and student athletes required more time for academics, practices were reduced to once a week through the remainder of the semester. The reduced practice time was unfortunate as the regional volleyball tournament began right at the end of the school year. I didn't think my locker room scheme would get any better, and with these delays, I could absolutely see that there was not much fun to be had in the coming weeks.

It seemed that summer had come early this year, as even though we were only half way through spring, daisy dukes were flowering all over the campus. I got to enjoy short shorts all season, but now nearly the entire female student population was subject to my ogles. However now that I had my cameras set up, I focused largely on the team. Even Jim thought I was being overzealous wanting to call for more practices. "Let's try to get three practices in a week before testing starts." I told him over some coffee in the morning.

"Are you crazy? It's fixing to be nearly 95 degrees out there this afternoon, you know that gym heats up like sauna." Jim retorted. The idea of a sauna commanded visions of sweaty uniforms that stuck like glue to the hot bodies being directed to stretch by me. "I would suggest we use the other gym that has better ventilation but part of it is going to be out of commission for the rest of the year for renovations." He added. Jim and I routinely hit the shower after practice in the boy's gym that has been under continuous phase renovations over the last five years. "We're running out of time Reg, the tournament is only four weeks away and I'm afraid the heat is going to make us have to cancel a few practices, including today's." Jim wasn't very reassuring on the outlook of the rest of the season.

I tried to enjoy the rest of the school day but the dismal outlook for the team had an equal effect on my libido. I slumped around and half-assed my instruction for the rest of my classes. Once the final bell rang for dismissal, I began packing up my files. My computer let out a little ding and I noticed an e-mail had been received. Planning on checking it tomorrow, I would have dismissed it but the notification showed it was from Jim.

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To: Reginald Antoni 

From: James Handler 

Re: V-ball 

Reg, 

Principal Burton has asked me to represent the school at a conference retreat for the state board of education. I'm going to need you to take over coaching duties while I'm gone over the next two weeks. It shouldn't be too bad for you. If the day's temp goes over 90, just go ahead and cancel practice. We are supposed to be adding a new player to the roster after Samantha's incident, but she can wait. Jennifer can normally handle the day to day-- I was going to give her the reigns because I thought you'd loathe having to deal with it, but hopefully it will all be low-key until I return. I cleared practice for today in the section of the boy's gym, but it appears the temp will be too bad so just cancel it once you get there.

Good luck,

Jim

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I sat in my seat for a moment to let the four words sink in for a moment. Take-over-coaching-duties. I could feel the stir in my groin at the thought of commanding practice with no checks. What seemed like a fantasy was going to become a reality. I quickly rushed out my office and made my way to the coach's office and changed my clothes. I ran a little late but finally made it to the men's gym. Visibly breaking a sweat, I found the squad warming up with Jennifer in the men's gym. I had to break the bad news to them.

"Okay ladies, hold that stretch for twenty more seconds," I indulged myself while their round bottoms were in the air as their hands reached for the floor, "Okay good, so I have some good new and bad news. I know you all like practicing in here because it's a little cooler but we'll have to move it back to our gym." There were groans all around, "The construction crew is painting part of this gym so we have to be out for better ventilation. The good news is that we'll only go half-time today because I understand it is very hot." I scanned over each of them, already beginning to glisten with perspiration. I know I was supposed to cancel the practice, but I could not resist the fiery lust set in my pants for the young bodies in front of me. I wanted to work them over and over until their uniforms were completely drenched. Then I wanted to drench each one of them with my cum.

Jennifer took over my usual role of conditioning while I kicked back and made notes assuming Jim's Head Coach duties. While I watched them bend and flex their supple arms and legs, I occasionally grazed my cock appearing to adjust and look natural. I know some of the baseball coaches do it to assert their manhood or whatever. I wanted my alpha status to be known among these young impressionable women. Mid-adjustment, I caught a glance from Alexa as she looked out while touching her toes on the floor. I recalled the conversation Jim and I shared about making her a co-captain. It was actually a good idea, her recent performance in games had been great. 

Jennifer had the girls do a cool-down run around the gym before we began drills and sets. Once they began, she came over and began gathering her things. "Where are you going?" I asked her.

"Coach Handler didn't tell you? I've got to finish up some of my student teaching term papers for the end of my semester so I've got to leave a little early. I can cover practice next week if you need me?" She explained. I was surprised by the news but embraced it as a good thing.

"No he didn't, but you can go ahead and don't worry about next week. Good luck with your work." I told her. She nodded. "I think we will be wrapping up here this afternoon in a bit anyway." And with that, Jennifer left. Leaving me with eight vixens to enjoy all by myself. We started with setting drills which required assuming the squat position and preparing the arms for the ball. I incorporate this as a conditioning exercise as I ask them all to hold it while I walk around and critique the form. I ensured Jennifer had left and had the girls line up.

"Selena, Layla, and Rachel... up front." I announced as they stood in row one. "OK, Simone, Jodie, and Justine... get behind them with some space in row two." They also fell into place. "Alexa and Mikayla you'll be row three." The two took their place as well. "The setting form is really important in ensuring that you will have control of the ball in the event that it comes to you. Sturdy and proper placement of the feet and arms is imperative to how effective your control is when it makes contact with the ball." Their skins were glistening as the heat wore oppressive on all of us. Tiny hairs were matte against their foreheads and napes, as if they were sexually ravaged. I did not delay. "Okay, go ahead and get into form." 

Each girl squatted in her own way and I quickly arrived to the first row to begin my critique. Usually I breeze through it only remarking on glaring issues I see. However, with the absence of Jennifer, I decided to push the envelope... to try something I had never done before. "Remember to find the right balance girls." I walked around to the front to Selena and brushed back a bit of her hair on the shoulder to give a little push down, "Make sure you straighten your back Selena." Then I walked around to Layla, "Looks good." Rachel upon review appeared to struggle balance. "Distribute your weight evenly Rachel," I said as I stood in front of her, using my finger tips to gently push her on her shoulders to give balance. Her thin sultry lips were only two feet away from my dick and I resisted all temptation to whip it out for her to taste.

"Row one start your cool down stretches, face forward." I made my way around to row two. The talent was better here. Simone was in the zone for her set. "Looks good Simone." She gave a proud smile but hid it well. I took a look at Jodie's form and came around to her side, "A little lower Jodie, parallel to the ground remember." She adjusted but it didn't seem to look right. I wanted a closer look and went around behind her. "Don't hesitate to bring it down a little." I said as laid my full hands around her waist and gently pulled her down. She held it well after that. "That's it, that looks very good Jodie." Of course... I was commenting on her plentiful rump. Justine was shaking in balancing so I told her to relax for a moment. "Okay, now bring it down like that...," she assumed the setting position with a decent squat. Her arm placement was good, but not good enough for my erection. "Bring your arms out a bit more Justine," she fanned them out bit, "okay, now push them back a little and tuck them under your shoulders." Now we were getting somewhere, her big bosom was taking shape. "Bring your hands together and push up with your arms." Justine's chest welled up with overflowing cleavage through her jersey. Perfect. "Good, that's good form." I considered it a snub to her locker room comments.

"Row two start your cool down stretches as well." I set my sights on the final two, Mikayla and Alexa. The two best players on the team and also the two with the most animosity around each other. Mikayla's squat set looked professional and you could not expect less from her. "Looks great Kayla," I looked briefly at Alexa while looking back to Mikayla, "I expect nothing less from the captain." Her legs were parallel to the ground, her chest was appropriately out, and she appeared to distribute the weight evenly. From my pervert perspective, just the sight of her alone in such a position was enough for arousal. "Go ahead and start your stretches Mikayla." I turned my focus to Alexa.

While not a perfectionist like Mikayla, Alexa's could be molded to perfection. I intended to do just that. "Alexa, you've got to improve your form. Here... bring your arms forward straight ahead of you." I went around behind her and took a knee. I put my hands on her torso and worked my way up to mid back, I could feel her sports bra pressed breasts being distressed by my finger tips. I relished in grabbing the tip full and pushing her back forward to improve her posture. "Good, this is how your upper back should be straight." I lingered for a moment and went around in front of her. I could see a look of irritation and defiance in her eyes from what I had done, she clearly expressed it. "Your hands should be pushed back and under your shoulder and together there." I held her arms at the elbow and placed them in the correct position, allowing my thumb to be nestled between her bicep and her generous tits. "Good, almost perfect." I walked behind her, glanced over the rest of the squad to ensure they were stretching, and took a knee again. "You want to make sure to have your lower back in position as well, usually this means having your behind out to ensure straightness." I held her hips and attempted to move her pelvis forward with pressure above her ass but it did not give. "You've got to get it right Alexa or you'll mess up your lower back." She couldn't get it, and I couldn't not help myself anymore. 

"Okay, I'll help you here." I put my hands on her inner upper thighs and pressured them to open slightly wider. "Good, now I'm going to push here on your back to make it go forward." I put my full hand right above her ass and gave it a small push, but she did not budge. "Come one Alexa, it will feel natural." I felt like I was coaching her on how to pop her ass while doing it doggy-style, in essence this was really the same idea. I grew frustrated. "Okay lets try this." I kept my hand on her lower back above her ass with some pressure, then I reached under her placed my other hand on her pussy with my finger pulling down her pelvis. Alexa immediately startled at the touch. I could feel her thick pussy fill up my hand and I instantly got stone-hard. "Now I think you've got it," I said with a perverted tone of satisfaction... I parted my fingers a little and dug them into her pussy over her shorts and gave it a small rub, "that is a nice form Alexa." I did not linger too long to draw attention and got up quickly. "That'll be it, get to your stretches," then I addressed the rest of them mid-stretch, "we're almost done, start the cool-down laps." They all took off to do the laps while Alexa began to take her place.

I stopped her a moment, "Alexa, come here for a moment." She appeared to be in a slight daze. "Coach Handler and I have notice that you've been working really hard at your game and we thought about making you a co-captain." She snapped to reality at the mention of co-captain. "Of course this is something that he and I would have to agree on formally before we give you the title but I think you're prime for it. Would you be interested?"

"Yes, absolutely! I think Mikayla and I would make a great pair of captains," I could tell she was lying a bit, "I totally want it."

"I think you've got it, but Coach Handler is the one that needs convincing," I noticed her expression on not getting the role right away and I hesitated for a moment, "Let me tell you what, how about we give you a trial-run," her eyes had a glint, "at the next game you'll assume the role of captain instead of Mikayla," now I was playing to her motives, "and then I can pass along my thoughts to Coach Handler."

"That sounds great! I can't wait!" Alexa exclaimed.

"Good! Well come by the office after practice and we can discuss it further." I added in her excitement. She took the cool down laps quickly with a spring in her step. I gave my dick a nice pull and relished in how far I pushed that conditioning. How far could I take it? I wondered at the time. I rushed back to my office after ending practice and engaged in my after practice ritual of watching the girls hit the showers. I would have masturbated but I was waiting on Alexa to come and chat with her about being a co-captain. She did not appear on the video feed and I began to worry she had left.

A knock door relieved that concern quickly. I shut off the TV and opened it to see Alexa waiting. She looked slightly dejected, but that was her general demeanor. "Come in, have a seat." I waved to a chair. She sat with a guarded posture, her arms were folded. "Alexa I think you have a great competitive edge and that's what makes you captain material in my opinion." She nodded at this comment. "However, Kayla continually exceeds our expectations while I believe you have the talent but just haven't shown it yet." She appeared a little confused by this statement.

"What do you mean sir?" She asked. I loved it when they called me sir.

"I mean to say that either you don't push yourself hard enough or we haven't see everything you've got to give, all your skills." I placed an emphasis on skills in saying this.

"So you're saying I need to show I really want it? I have to push for it?" Alexa asked seeking clarification.

"Yes, I want to see the skills you can bring to the captain role that we haven't seen yet." She focused a bit harder. "I want to see you grab a hold of a situation and make it yours." I could see the gears grinding in her head. "Once you get that moment to get what you want in the game, I want you to milk it until it you're satisfied." She was looking away as I said this and I instinctively squeezed my cock through my loose shorts as I stared at her body. I noticed her look at me quickly and I realized that I wasn't alone to enjoy that action privately. I tinge of shame came over me. "Listen, think it over and see what you can do to improve your game." I held my hand out to the door signaling her to go, it was getting late. Alexa stood up and walked towards the door, I admired the wedgie in her shorts that made it look like she wasn't wearing them at all. I wanted to cup it so bad again. But the day was ending quickly and I had to tend to closing down the building.



Confessions of a Teacher Ch. 05



I checked all the exits and it appeared that the entrances to the school were locked. It took a while and definitely made me work up a sweat. The heat of the day had gotten to me and I couldn't stand the idea of a sweltering car. I gathered my gym back quickly and headed to the boy's gym to shower. Upon arriving there, I was met a wet paint sign and the entrance cordoned off. Great, I had no other option really. I started to make my way back to my classroom to gather the rest of my work materials. Along the way I saw Alexa at her locker gathering her things. I gave her a quick wave and went into my class room. It had donned on me that she was likely leaving too. I walked back towards the girl's gym and gave it a quick look through ensuring all the doors were locked. I headed into the locker room and was greeted by the familiar pink and purple. I figured I could shower quickly here and head out. 

In the locker area I lingered for a moment looking into the girls' belongings. By now I had memorized their locker combinations and liberally enjoyed myself. I inhaled on Jodie's panties from today's practice, marveled at Justine's bra cup size, and smelled Mikayla's sweaty towel (it carried a smell of perspiration and perfume) and her shorts (a musty aroma from her pussy mixed with said perfume). They were all delightful. I undressed and stowed my things in an open locker, leaving it ajar. Stripped, I went to the stalls quickly to relieve myself. Once done, I stood in front of the mirror and, for lack of better sentiment, admired myself. Nearly 40 years old, with a gut and balding. My hair chest had taken over much of the real estate on my upper body while my legs were scrawnier and magically supported my top heavy physique. I turned to look at my flat bottom, typical. But the noteworthy piece was my cock, at least I still had that. I let it rest on the sink, flaccid and satisfied as of late.

I heard a door slam suddenly disturbing my naked moment. I pulled back into a stall and propped myself on a toilet to avoid being detected. I was not supposed to be there. Footsteps in the locker area confirmed it was just one person. There was some silence for a few minutes until I could hear what sounded like clogs on stone. Metal clinking sounded like a curtain was being drawn and I could hear a shower begin to run. 

I was weary to stay but who could be here so late? I was certain I had locked everything down before entering. I couldn't let this trespasser remain roam freely around the school. I feared for a moment that it was a homeless person, who I probably could not best in a fight (if it came to it). I took extra caution in making as little noise as possible coming out of the stall. The shower was still running and as I peered out into the locker room, I could see the steam rolling out from the shower area. I didn't linger very long and slowly walked towards the shower stalls. Whoever it was liberally took over the end stall which had the most interior space. I went into the adjacent stall and placed my towel over the further stall to avoid being seen. Without turning the water and closing the curtain slow, I waited. I could hear some soft humming along with the water assaulting the trespasser's body before hitting the shower floor. 

Breaking the curtain barrier slightly a row of toes slipped through revealing youthfully painted toenails. It was not a homeless person, what a relief! She had pink toenails and black flip-flops on, well-maintained. The sight relieved me certainly, but it also introduced a tension and flooding in my loins. I could see my cock throb at the prospect of who stood behind that curtain. I hesitated for a moment but I could not wait any longer to satisfy my curiosity. I had to pull the curtain and see who it was. I almost blew it just attempting to pull it!

Gaining composure, with a stiff grip on my manhood, I held a sliver of the curtain with my index finger and thumb. Gently pulling the curtain slightly revealed a nubile, exposed young woman with wet dark blonde hair in black platform flip-flops. Luckily she was facing away from me so I would not be caught. The water trailed from her neck down to her ass where it dispersed in a confused fashion. I surveyed her from top to bottom in a matter of moments, her back was toned and her butt was tight and well pronounced. A divine gap separated her thigh from each other revealing a bare pussy as see from behind. The heels gave her ass a bump out to give a fantastic sight of where she hadn't tanned her ass and pussy. As I moved up in my appreciation, there was generous side-boob to enjoy and it had donned on me as the picture was soon completed. She slightly turned her head to look aside and I was gazing on none other than Alexa.

Her sudden movement prompted me to close the curtain peep quickly. The sound of the water flowing masked my furious stroking on my member and my thoughts were racing. Her naked body was a foot away from me to enjoy. I imagined the many ways I could take her right then and there and no-one else would know, it would be glorious. I rubbed myself raw to the point of nearly no returning. I quickly peeked to ensure she was still turned away. Her focus was on her pussy, rubbing it clean (I believed for me). Her behind stuck out as she bent slightly and I could not resist any longer. I jerked and jerked myself, ready to erupt. I pulled the curtain back quickly and quietly in a rush and erupted in her direction. My white, white jizz launched and streamed, plastering on her bare bottom unannounced. I could see my white treasure being quickly washed away by the shower current. It trickled down her crack, grazing her pussy, and finally hitting the shower floor. A wave of accomplishment came over me. She didn't notice it at all and I closed the curtain quickly.

I reached for my own shower and turned it on without thinking. A split second later, after the cum-high wore off, I realized she may have heard my shower come on. I went to turn it off but resisted and hoped for the best that I was still unnoticed. I faced away from her stall and continued to bathe. I glanced back at the curtain adjacent to hers and the image of her bare body flickered in my mind again. I looked down quickly and saw that her toes had been situated at the end of the certain away from her shower-head. Was she looking to see who was next to her? It seemed like the tables had turned and I didn't know what to do, I turned just slightly to give a profile without giving the appearance of knowing a peeper was present.

From the corner of my eye I could see that the curtain was slightly drawn, similarly to how I had drawn it to see her. I knew I had her attention now. I turned profile to give her a show of what I was working with, as I recalled she inquired about it in a recording. My cock hung a little shrunk in the refractory period but still a good six inches flaccid. As I made myself still to show no motion, I could see in my peripheral vision that she has gazed on me once more. I looked in her direction quickly only to see the curtain drop instantly. I had captured her attention. Her shower was still running and I took the opportunity to take the offense. I turned my shower off and sneaked out. I believe she was took shocked to make a move. 

In the locker room I quickly put my clothes on and could hear her shower still running. If I was going to make a move, this was my chance. I went back into the shower area, audibly making my shoes be heard. Standing on the side of the curtain of the shower stall she occupied, I raised my voice over the water, "Excuse me, but you are trespassing on school property, please show yourself so you can be removed from the premises." I used a slightly authoritarian tone to invoke some fear. I stood with my hands on my waist and looked the part with my trousers and tie on. A bit of silence passed with only the sound of water flowing.

"I'm sorry! I was just leaving practice late and I didn't know the building would be closed!" Alexa yelled out from behind the curtain, not inferring she knew to whom she was talking. Recognizing the voice and not to give it away, I concealed the fact I knew who she was.

"Miss, you will have to leave the school grounds. I will escort you off the premises. I need you to come with me now." I demanded. There was hesitation as thick as the steam in the room among the silence. A quiet minute passed and I asserted further. "Miss, I will have to call security or remove you myself." Met with another long silence, I stepped toward the curtain and began to pull it back. In a swift motion, I pulled it back fully to reveal her. Alexa stood there with a look of shame, her arms over her pressed breasts and a hand over her pussy. "Alexa?" I asked breathlessly and feigning surprise. "What are you doing here?" 

"I had to get some things from the locker and ran late because I had met with you after practice. I ran to catch the bus but it had drove off as soon as I got to the stop. So I figured I would come here and clean up while I waited for my mom to show up." She couldn't look me in the eye. 

"You could've told me and I would have given you a lift home." I interjected

"I didn't know you'd be showering here too..." Alexa said under her breath. I heard it just fine.

"What did you say?" I leered at her slightly. A question to which she visibly gained some courage signaling enough of my shtick.

"I saw that it was you in the shower next to me. What were you doing here?" She sassed to me, using a tone she reserved for her teammates. I immediately cowered a bit not used to being talked to like that by a student.

"I...um...I tried to shower in the boy's gym but the locker was closed for painting. I figured no-one was here so I'd take a quick shower. How did you know it was me?" I was grasping for a way to take the offensive again. She looked away really quickly at the question. "Were you spying on me?" I accused her. She didn't say anything. "What did you see?" Again, I was met with silence. I let out a sigh and decided to drop it. "Ok. Never-mind. Let's drop it, I'm going to take you home. This is going to have to be a write-up, and you'll have to sit out the next two games as a result."

"No! Coach you can't do that! I was supposed to be captain!" Alexa reflexively shouted out and gestured with her arms. Suddenly she revealed herself fully frontal and my mind shot back to the shower view I enjoyed just a few moments earlier. I took a second to take it in and show my appreciation to her.

"Go get dressed pleased." I directed her to the locker room while looking away. She walked passed me and I waited in the shower room for moment to gather my thoughts. She was clearly vulnerable and I didn't know how to approach such a situation. I heard her combination lock disengage and quickly walked into the locker room to find her still standing there naked, reaching into the locker. She was pulling out her clothes when I blurted out, "Stop." She stopped and looked at me confused. "Put on your uniform." I don't know what I was thinking. I went and sat down on a bench behind her. She pulled her jersey and shorts out as well as her protective equipment. She began to put her shorts on but I interjected again. "No, just the knee-pads," I waved off the jersey and shorts. Her butt presented itself to me as she bent to slide on the knee-pads. As soon as they were on, I told her to stand over to the open area in the locker room.

I stood up and looked her up and down. "Put the shoes on too." She quickly did as directed and took the place again as I pointed to it. I sighed. "Alexa, your setting form was horrendous this afternoon and just thinking about it makes me reconsider making you captain," I added in disgust, "if you want that role, I need to see that you can perfect your form. Let's see it." She hesitated but began to bring her legs down and stretched her arms out. This time I could see the fine sinews in her thighs as they tensed under her weight. Her breasts squeezed effortlessly and more pronounced without her sports bra. My erection became more visible under my trousers and I think she was well aware. I took a moment to walk around her to critique her form; a stark difference from the afternoon view I enjoyed. This time I could see her faint tan lines around her pussy as well as the outline on her ass. Her nipples were puffy with large aureoles, perfect for pinching. I caught myself salivating and licked my lips as I began to speak again standing by her side. "Still not good," She continued to look forward, "Bend the knees a little more." She adjusted them and it looked better. "Not perfect but an improvement," I said unsatisfied, "I will just have to direct you again."

I stood behind her again and took a knee. Reaching under and cupping her supple butt, I spread her cheeks a little to spread her legs more. She hesitated a bit but resistively moved them. Placing my hand on the small of her lower back, I pushed. She did not give and I let out a disappointed sigh. With my other hand, I reached under and snuggly put my hand on her pussy, pulling her pelvis towards me. In the process letting a finger wedge itself between her engorged lips, I could feel how wet she was still from the shower. The slight slipperiness let me know she was biologically aroused for certain. I slide my digit back and forth a little, enjoying the tightness of her labia. "Now this is great form."

I stood once I got a few more strokes in and came around to stand in front of her. "Form can be perfected with practice but you've got more talent to succeed in being captain. I've always admired your way with words Alexa. You get your teammates riled up easily. You just seem to know what to say." She looked up at me once and looked away again. Her form did not change, I was pleased. "Your form is good now, keep the practice up. Take a knee." The mention of being at rest signaled her to be at ease again. She looked up once more but kept her gaze averted. "If I asked you to give me a sample of a pep talk you'd give the squad before the next game, could you share it with me now?" She hesitated to say anything, eventually nodding her head side to side to say no. "Really?" I was surprised, "With your linguistic abilities to work people up, you couldn't come up with one on the spot for me now?" She nodded her head no again.

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my cock out. She immediately looked at it with wide eyes and looked down. "Why don't you try and work me up with your linguistic abilities?" I moved my dick to her side, it was nearly as big as her face. "I'm sure you have to talent to rile things up." I took my cock and gave her a slight slap with it on her cheek. "Show me that skill and the captain spot is yours." She was still for a moment but then brought her other knee down on the pads. She look wide-eyed at my penis and put her small hand at the base of the shaft and began stroking. Her soft hands felt amazing and I started to grow at the sight of how little she could wrap her fingers around it. She opened her mouth wide but could only fit the head on first insert. I encouraged her to take more but she hesitated, I had to use a little force. Grabbing a handful of hair and holding her head in my hand, I pushed it down on my dick further, she gagged instantly. She pulled out and coughed and slowly stroked it. "I know you can do better than that Alexa," I told her, "I need to see the skill to give you the title."

She truly wanted it, as she took it midway in her mouth and started to use both hands on my shaft. Now we were in business. She was getting sloppier and wetter with it it. Popping it out and working her saliva up and down my entire cock, then popping it back in her mouth to suck harder. A few minutes longer and I would not be able to hold out. I grabbed her head again as I felt myself coming to a climax and pushed it down on and deeper into her throat, her gag adding more fuel to my fire. Alexa retreated to just the tip of my dick and vigorously milked it with both hands, absolutely with expert skill. She looked up at me to see my progress, the first time since I put it upon her. Her blue eyes pushed me over the edge and I convulsed, shooting stream upon stream into her mouth. The flow was so heavy it was escaping from the sides of her lips. She kept on milking and sucking until every drop was out of me. 

I put my hand on her head and gave it a caressing pat while she worked my knob over and over to show her worthiness, she had established a rhythm. "Well done, Captain Alexa."



Confessions of a Teacher Ch. 06



All participants in this narrative are over the age of 18.

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With Jim gone for the next week, I was feeling pretty damn good about my coaching duties until his return. Against the administration's wishes, I ramped up practices to twice a week again and conceded to make them slightly shorter. I didn't care if they ended early, I actually looked forward to their ends. The girls didn't seem to mind either. After the last practice, I have kept a small distance between Alexa and myself. It doesn't seem as though she will tell anyone. Once that encounter was complete, we chatted that if word was out on what happened, her captain role would be gone. So far she had adhered to it.

Despite it being time for standardized testing, my own instruction was lacking as far as performance went. My classes fell apart usually to just putting in instructional videos on curriculum that was supposed to be covered. Instead, I sat at my desk daydreaming about what I would be enjoying in volleyball practice. The sight of pony-tails bobbing up and down, as the girls went for a strike... or as I treated myself to a line up buffet of blow-jobs. Maybe that was day dreaming too far. Nonetheless, I was hooked on the expert cock-sucking skills of Alexa and I admittedly wanted more. 

As soon at the final bell rang, I darted to the gym to beat the rest of the team there. Posting up in my office, I locked the door and turned the television on. The live stream feed showed the senior varsity team start to trickle into the locker room. Some wore tight white shorts, other donned little loose skirts, and they all were supple and nubile. Every moment captured on the tube, one to behold with the greatest of boners. Mikayla was sitting completely bare pulling her socks up to her knees. Layla slipped on her kneepads with one leg up. Selena pulled her uniform shorts up her thighs, admiring its struggle to contain her gorgeous rump. She seemed very proud of it, and I was proud of it as well. As they all made their way out to the gym floor, I began my preparation to go meet them.

Jennifer, however, stopped me as I began to leave the coach's office. She hands me a yellow envelope. "What's this?" I ask her.

"It's the final grades report. Nothing too dramatic since it's the end of the year. They usually all have passing grades since graduation is almost here." Jennifer explained. I hadn't remember that the report was due. It usually came monthly but I figured with testing they would forgo this requirement. 

"I usually don't handle this, Jim does. What's the protocol on it?" I asked, not wanting to deviate from rules and regulations (for once in a blue moon).

"Generally it's just a check-up report that shows semester grade point averages. We have to make sure they have a passing average for them to remain eligible," Jennifer clarified, "Since it is the end of the school year, they all do pretty good." And I didn't need to hear much further from that. Jennifer and I reached the girls in a chatter which we quickly silenced. I had Jennifer address them while I looked over drill sheets. "Okay girls listen up," Jennifer yelled, "We're going to be going to two practices a week here on out until the tournament starts. Coach Antoni and I thought you ladies could use the practice and keep in competitive shape...," I eyed them over to appreciate their competitive shapes, "Practices will be shorter however so that you can still tend to your academic endeavors." Jennifer concluded. She broke them into to small groups and had them begin stretches.

As their stretches completed, I had set aside drills formations to go over. I was enjoying not doing anything in practice. Naturally, I was grateful to have Jennifer do all the work. I still had to show I was running the show though. "Captain Alexa," I yelled out, "come here please!" Alexa looked at Mikayla with a smug look. Mikayla returned a confused face to me, as Alexa approached me. "Here are the drills, pass them out to the other groups." She gave me a satisfied smile and turned around to return. I caught sight of her thick cheeks and gave them a sportsman-like slap, instantly putting a pep in her step. I turned back to the bleacher I was sitting on and glanced at the yellow envelope. I had not reviewed it yet.

Sitting down, I opened it up and was surprised by how well the record was kept. It seemed like all the girls were doing well this year. It was no surprise Mikayla, Selena, and Simone were doing outstanding and excelled in all their classes. As I went down the list I was proud to see all the A averages for the semester. It wasn't until I got to the end that I saw a few C averages and one D+ average. Jennifer told me the cut off was a C average or above. I drew my finger across from the D+ average to its owner, who no surprise actually, was Justine. I looked at her in practice mode, hustling and giving great effort in her game. I knew she had some struggles in class, but I didn't know it was that bad this semester. Her grades in Spanish and Physics made her average tank. My first thought at this dilemma was she would be greatly needed in the tournament with her length. But as I looked at her chest pronounce itself in her uniform, I also thought this would be a great opportunity for me.

I called Justine over to discuss the grade situation. As she walked over, she had a look of concern on her face. I tried to reassure her. "Don't look so glum, it's nothing bad." I said. I patted on the bleacher for her to take a seat. "Jennifer gave me some reports this afternoon before practice and I was just reviewing them," I look at her deep blue eyes and switched to her busty uniformed chest, "it's a grades report for this semester." Letting a short reflective silence sit, I prodded about it. "Are there any concerns you have Justine? From what this report tells me, you're not doing so hot this semester."

"I know Coach Antoni," Justine hesitated, "Things have been tough with the year coming to an end. I've been loaded with college applications and testing. I guess my regular classes were an oversight." Her explanation was genuine and I could tell she was really disappointed with herself.

"I can understand that," I reassured her, "but you know that if you want to play, you've got to get your grade up by next week to still play for the rest of the school year." A look of worry came over her face. It was moderately sad for me to see. She had a slight frown on her oval shaped face and her light blond bangs pestered her grief stricken blue eyes. As I saw her pink lips had lost some color, I decided to try and improve the situation. "I'll tell you what, maybe I can talk to your teachers in the classes you're not doing well and see if they'll make concessions for you." She appeared to like the idea and I sent her back into practice with a peace of mind. The teachers would likely not budge on their grading so I had to consider another way to preserve her eligibility.

As practice wrapped up, I motioned for Justine to hang around for a moment as the rest of the team hit the showers. I told her to come and see me in my office so that we could discuss the root of the grade problem. We made our way over to the office and I closed the door behind, locking it. I took note of her adequate ass taking a seat in the chair in front of my desk. Once I sat down, I didn't realize what I was in for... the girl poured herself out to me about her stresses with school. It was truly a surprise to me. I tried not to get too caught up with sentimentality by taking visual doses of her chest as she spoke. I noticed she removed her sports bra, as her breasts moved freely under her jersey. An hour had passed until we finally made progress on a solution. I was clear with her, "Your teachers will likely not make concessions for you this late in the semester, we'll just have to try other means." She looked very dismayed. I tried to make light of it. "Which class or classes do you think you can improve the most by next week?"

"I would say Physics, coach. We have a quiz in a few days that could help my grade." Justine offered. This was good news. I used to teach physics at a basic level when I did general science courses for freshmen. I thought she might have a chance yet, and so may I.

"I may be able to help with that. I used to teach some physics for freshmen. What are you all focusing on right now?" I inquired earnestly and lustfully.

"Um, I think something about Newton and classical physics." Justine said in a clueless fashion. "Like laws of motion or something." That was music to my ears for two reasons. First, it was something that I taught and remembered. And second, it would be easy to teach Justine.

"I have an idea Justine, I think I can help you. Let's go out to the gym really quick." I directed her to the door and gave her a gentle push on the small of her back to go out. As we made it to the gym , I carried a ball with me and told her to stand a few feet across from me. I threw the ball up in an arch and had her catch it. "Justine, Newton's first law is the law of inertia, when the ball was up at the top point of its fall, it was motionless. Since it was moving, it continued to keep moving." I asked her if that made sense and she stood confused for a moment but nodded in agreement. "Great! I think you might get it, let's do the second law, the law of acceleration." I directed her to jump up and down along with me. She jumped slightly faster and my eyes were glued to the liberal bouncing of her tits free from the strangle of a sports bra. "Did you notice how you are going faster than me? The second law states that the less mass an object has, the less energy it takes to accelerate it. In my case, I'm heavier so it takes more energy and I go slower." Justine nodded in agreement as it appeared she understood the concept.

I directed her to stop jumping and led her to the locker room. "I think you're getting the hang of it Justine. We only have the third law left, the law of action-reaction." I said to her as we stood outside the locker room. I asked to go see if anyone else was in there. She came back out reporting everyone had left. "Great, then I can show you the final law with something in there." We made our way in and I asked her to sit on the bench in the locker area. I put a leg over the bench and stood over it behind Justine. "Okay Justine, close your eyes," I checked to see if they were closed and they were, "Newton's third law is action-reaction." I decided it was now or never to do what I had been wanting to do. I reached around Justine's shoulders and grabbed her breasts in each hand and groped them up as high as I could while she gasped. Even through the jersey they were soft and voluminous. "For every action Justine, there is an opposite and equal reaction," I said with satisfaction as I dropped her breasts from my release. 

"Coach Antoni why did you do that?!" Justin yelled at me in shock. I kept my cool.

"Now you won't forget the Newton's third law will you? Justine I really want you to make your grade so you can play in the tournament. We need you." I said calmly. "If you can't get your D+ into a C-, I will have to suspend you. Do you think you will be able to make it happen?" Justine was quiet for a long moment but apprehensively shook her head no. "Well then I will go draw up the suspension papers," I turned to walk away, "unless you can work on improving another D+ right now." She gave a confused look. I walked back and stood in front of her as she remained seated on the bench. I pushed my glasses up as she looked up at me, and I began to unzip my pants, "Justine, if you can work on my D+," I pulled my cock out for her to see, "I can make sure you won't have to worry about your grades." She stared at it for a moment, at the sheer size of it. I took it in my hand and slapped her rosy red cheek with it to snap her out of it. "Open your mouth, please?" She looked at me questioningly.

"If I do this, will I not have to worry about my grade to play?" Justine asked. I nodded in agreement. "Okay." she agreed. With that, she only left a small opening with her mouth showing reluctance. I rammed my head in there quickly and held her head, pushing it in further. She gagged instantly. 

Not putting much effort in as she did similar with her school work, I had to provide the encouragement. I kept at pumping her little mouth with half of my dick in it until saliva was streaming down her mouth. By now I was full erect and her whole face was flush. I looked around the locker area and saw something of value in a locker. I pulled myself out of her mouth and Justine grasped for air. I marched over to a locker that was left open and pull out the bottle of mineral oil from Layla's things. Back over to Justine, I asked if she take her jersey off. She did and revealed her perfect breasts. They hung delicately but remained taught with their youthful perkiness. I reach to her left nipple and gave it a pinch, making them both instantly hard. "Show me how your arms should be when setting up a shot." I directed Justine. She brought her arms under her shoulders and hoisted her fleshy breasts up, offering them to me. "Very good Justine."

Uncapping Layla's oil bottle, I squeezed its contents all over Justine's chest until it was drenched. I tossed the bottle aside and grabbed handfuls of her breasts. Letting them slip and slide from palm to palm, slapping them to slight redness, I was fully enthralled with them. Justine kept her eyes closed. "Hold them and push them together with your hands Justine." I commanded her. She followed the order right away. I slapped my cock on her face a couple times and then gave her plentiful jugs a nice slap with it as well. From the bottom, I stuck my dick between her tits and gave her a slow, sensuous tit-fuck. I could feel how velvety soft her 18 year old supple breasts were, how smooth her skin felt against my rigid 39 year old cock. 

I continued to pump away faster and faster until I was nearing completion. "Face down toward your chest Justine." I barked my order to her this time as she slight jumped at my tone. She did as commanded and I squeeze her jaw gently to open it. I pushed her arms back and took her tits into my own hands squeezing them tighter while I fucked them harder. Seeing her little mouth open for me as a goal pushed me over the edge, as cum erupted from between her breasts towards her mouth. I pushed and pushed, gushing and leaving her face adorned with my cum. As I slowed down, I groped her breasts tighter and pushed them together with more force, ensure I milk my cock on her, leaving no drop behind. "Suck it clean." Justine did not hesitate taking the head in her mouth and relieved me of any remnant cum.

I grabbed her head once more and thrust in her mouth once more for her to gag on it. Upon release she coughed again. I stood back a moment later and pulled my pants back up, admiring her topless body again. Her hair was a mess, matte with sweat on her forehead. Her breasts shined with the mix of oil and cum still on them, while a trail of saliva ran as wetness from her mouth to her chest. She looked in a daze and I was satisfied with my now limp dick. "I think you'll do fine on your physics quiz Justine," I said to her with some finality for the day, "now that you've had plenty of practice with the laws of motion." As I walked out of the locker room I told her not to worry about the grades, I would handle it.



Confessions of a Teacher Ch. 07



All characters in this narrative are at and above the age of 18.

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The season was quickly coming to an end and I was loathing it. I had the perfect set up with the locker room. Now that the regional tournament was upon us, I would be losing that sweet spot to get my eye-candy feast in. Jim was back and I was regulated to my assistant coach position. Practices resumed but were less frequent with the record summer heat temperatures. I decided to cool it for a while with the video peeping and focus on getting my instruction back to form. 

I had quite a few students studying for the AP Biology exam. I offered a test prep class after school and they ate it up right away. I don't know if they're a motivated bunch or maybe I'm failing as an instructor to cover my material. At any rate, the turn out was good and I was finding that I needed more materials to help the students achieve the best score. To me this means ensuring they have all the necessary tools to succeed. The basics required on those exams are the basic necessities of any classroom.

As the school-day ended for the weekend, I figured I would go to a nearby office supplies store to pick up those essentials (pencils/pens, paper, calculators). The place was empty except for the hovering sales associates that always seem to appear from no-where while you browse. I was in the section of binders, examining some adequate brands for a study guide binder I wanted the students to have. Considering the silence in the entire store, except for the dated music, it was pretty nice and calming to me.

But the calm didn't last long. I heard a wrapping, slightly hurried pace of steps heading in my directions. Turning the corning into the aisle I was in, a middle-aged brunette in office attire began browsing. She didn't catch my gaze as she quickly looked for what she needed, not really even acknowledging my presence. But she looked so familiar. Where did I know her from? I knew I had seen that taught, pencil skirt office ass before. Her high heels clicked on the tile floor as she paced in little steps, still searching. That skirt must be so restrictive, I thought, I could help her.

"Excuse me ma'am. Do you need help finding anything?" I inquired before realizing I sounded exactly like the hovering sales associates.

"Ummmmm," the lady said as she looked across my chest to see if I had a name tag on, "yeah... do you work here?" she asked.

"No I don't, it just looked like you were in a bit of a hurry and I've been here a million times. I figured I could point you in the right direction to save you some time." I offered her.

"Oh...," she looked pensively at me, "yeah... I'm looking for notepads. My daughter needs them for summer school." I gave her a look of relief and told her to come with me, I would take her to them. We began our trek to the other end of the store. 

"You know, you look very familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked the lady. She peered at me as if she were prospecting for gold.

"Yeah you look familiar too... oh! Yes, you're Mr. Antoni!" She connected the dots in her head and placed me. "We've met at the parent teacher night at the beginning of the school year." We had arrived in the aisle with the notepads and I see this dirty blond teenager in wedge flip-flops, tribal leggings, and a bare midriff shirt that had "WHATEVER" written on it. "I'm Beth Ramirez. My daughter Ashley is in your AP Biology class." Suddenly it all made sense, the apple did not fall far from the tree. Ashley gave me a mildly disgusted look before turning to her mother.

"Mom, I tried texting you," Ashley said as she held her cellphone in the natural diva mode, "I already found the notepads." She was as snappy as ever. I sometimes like to think the movie Mean Girls was based on her. It might have been rude but I took the sight of Ashley in fully. The pattern in the tribal leggings distorted wildly around the curves of her hips and butt. The Whatever shirt, too short, hung open and loose, showing her bare belly as her breasts perked at my vision. "Can we go now?" She said to her mother.

"Yes Ashley but first I have to talk to Mr. Antoni while I have a chance." Beth dismissed Ashley and turned to me. I struggled a bit to keep my gaze averted from her chest as I clearly could tell how Ashley came to be so well-endowed. "Mr. Antoni, I think Ashley needs a little more instruction to pass the test in your AP class. I've seen her grades and she is not doing to well with the sciences. Is there any additional instruction you could give her?" I hesitated for the moment and looked around, searching for an answer.

"Ah... Mrs. Ramirez, I've been pretty busy with the volleyball team lately and we have the regional tournament coming up this weekend. I will not really have a chance to meet with Ashley outside our study group." I told Beth. She looked up at me with a bit of sad disappointment and caught me looking at her chest. I looked back at her eyes quickly upon being caught and she presented her business bosom with confidence.

"Are you sure?" Beth said coyly unbuttoning her blouse further. "I'm certain there's some way we can work things out?" She suggested, suggestively. 

"I can try to give her some more materials to work with, but beyond that, I can't provide more instruction time. I'm sorry Mrs. Ramirez, it's just a busy time of year." I apologized but I really wanted to explore how we could "work things out". She appeared to take it well.

"Well, no matter. I suppose we'll have to hope for the best. She is bright you know," Beth reassured me but the inner teacher in me completely disagreed. "She just has passions elsewhere and I wish science was one of them. Did I tell you she got a dance scholarship? It turns out her cheer-leading and dance team years have paid off!" Mrs. Ramirez beamed at sharing the information to me.

"No ma'am, I did not know that! That is great for her." I was genuinely surprised. "She is really great at the games, getting the crowd in to it." I recalled memories of Ashley in her yellow and green cheer-leading uniform. The panties were always yellow and particularly opportune in creating camel-toes. "We're going to need her help this weekend at the tournament."

"Oh that's right! Are the girls doing well? I almost forgot that I had to pick Ashley up when you all come back from the weekend." Beth showed a glance of thought over her face, "You know, would you consider pestering Ashley to study harder? If you can't give the extra instruction, I'd really feel assured if the teacher was on her case." I smiled at her sentiment and nodded in approval. "Thank you so much." She looked towards Ashley, "Honey we are leaving! Let's go!"

Absolutely I wanted to give Ashley the extra instruction. I watched them both walk out of the store. I couldn't tell exactly which one was giving me the raging hard-on I was trying to hide in the aisle. I focused on the task at hand and gathered all the items I came to buy and checked-out. When I got home, I pulled up the school athletics website and went to the cheer-leading roster. I couldn't resist: I had to rub one out to Ashley in her uniform.

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It's always a weird feeling to be at work on a Saturday morning. But it wasn't really work this time since we were going to the tournament. Since our district is one of the farthest in the region, we had to travel roughly two and a half hours to the capitol where the regional tournament is held annually. The cheer-leading team assistant ensured that all the accommodations were made for our team and their squad. Generally, either the dance team or pep squad joins us on away games. Since this was a bigger occasion, we got the cheer-leading team. 

Jim and I filed our roster on to the touring bus while the cheer-leading squad, and their coaches took the school bus that the district supplied. The trip was loud. As much as I enjoy the squeals and excitement of young women, I was being drawn to my last nerve and took my peace at the back of the bus. When we arrived at the hotel, I quickly checked into my room and let Jim take care of the athletes. I think it might have been the fact that I would not really have a chance to be alone over the next two days. Between the games, the coaching, the meals, and the supervision... I already felt the exhaustion creeping up on me. 

Thankfully Jim and I had separate rooms. Not that I would have minded sharing with him. Our hotel was situated downtown near a popular gay bar. I could tell Jim wanted to have a chance to have his own privacy after a long day of games, but not before prowling the bar. We would be exchanging chaperoning duties pre-game and post. I opted to get a deluxe suite since we had the option of paying whatever rate we wanted as coaches. Our accommodations were not covered by the district. The waterfall shower and in-room jacuzzi were well worth it.

The games went on without a hitch. As no surprise at all, we did very well and were set to advance to the semi-final match the next day. Everyone was in high spirits. Jim asked me if it was okay if he excused himself to go across the street for the evening. I reassured him and vowed to watch over the team. If we were in our town, our school, I would be deviously planning my next peeping adventure. But here, in the city, there were too many risks and not very many opportunities. We went out to eat to celebrate and it seemed these girls never ran out of energy. They asked me if they could go to the indoor pool and I obliged, only with my supervision.

In my room, I threw on some old swim trunks I brought and a t-shirt. I'm certain they didn't want this old fat guy cramping up their style. I was at least kind enough to spare them the graphic image of my unflattering physique. With a towel draped over my shoulders, I made my way to the pool to find my team already splashing joyously amongst themselves. It was good thing I was wearing briefs under my trunks since the initial sight of their supple, wet bodies instantly made me semi-hard. I searched for a good vantage point and put my things down to supervise. I tried not to stare too intently, by occasionally looking at my phone and appearing disinterested in their romp. It was an image I didn't want to lose in my mind, so I suggested we take a photo for the team album. By team album, I meant for my own private use as well.

The pool was set to close at 11pm. However, since we had to rest up for the next day, I had the girls get out at 10pm. There were groans and pleading but the rules were the rules. I had hoped they had tired themselves out from swimming for so long that they'd fall asleep instantly after the long day. I went up to our hallway and ensured they all made it to their rooms. I thought about heading back to my room to draw a bath, but I recalled the hot-tub in the pool and made my way there. The place was empty and I shed my shirt stepping gingerly into the circulating hot water. It felt so damn good. I reminded myself that just twenty minutes ago, I had a room full of young, barely clothed, wet girls in front of me. Now it was quiet and empty.

I rested with my head back and let out a deep exhale to signal the end of a busy day. Reaching for my cock, I enjoyed the silence as I could feel the warm jets positioned right under my balls. For that brief solace, I stroked and pictured the lustful images from my day. This didn't last long as I heard the door to the room open and close. Annoyed, I didn't move consider that it was probably a hotel clerk wanting to usher me out to close the pool down. I heard foot steps that didn't sound like they were alarming. They stopped near me.

"Sir...? Coach?" said a familiar voice. I opened my eyes and saw Selena standing there. As I looked up, I could see her wide hips supporting her lithe upper body. I came to attention immediately.

"Selena. What's the matter?" I asked her. She had changed into her pajamas.

"Sir, there were some people in the room next to us complaining about noise. We weren't making any though. Could you come check it out?" Selena asked, with a clear look of genuine concern. I thought it might be a situation that could get out of hand so I immediately got out of the hot tub. As we reached the floor with our rooms, I told Selena to go ahead to her room and I would take care of it. 

My trunks were still dripping from the tub as I walked from door to door silently to catch any noise. With my towel barely draped over me, it must have been a very strange sight to a by-passer. As I made my way down the hall, a familiar scent gleaned over my olfactory senses. I located it emanating from a room on the end of the hall. If I had my room roster list, I could tell who was in the room, but that was in my room. I didn't have time to risk the situation getting out of hand so I went ahead and knocked on the door. Whoever was in there, I made sure they didn't see it was me so I covered the peephole, in case they didn't want to open the door.

The door opened and behind it was Ashley Ramirez. "What are you doing here Ashley?" I asked immediately, unhappy that rules were being broken. I could see the haze in the room and I could confirm that the marijuana smell was coming from here. I asked her to step aside so I could come in. On the bed, Justine laid on her stomach, propped up on her shoulders. She was still wearing her bikini top with a towel around her bottom. Her breasts were suspended magnificently, begging to be titfucked. On the couch was Alexa, and she appeared to be hiding something behind the arm of the chair. "What is that smell girls? Are you all smoking weed in here?" They both shook their heads earnestly in denial. "Because I've received complaints about noise and smoke, and they seem to be coming from here." I was met with silence again. Ashley, still in her cheer-leading uniform, took a seat on the arm rest next to Alexa. "OK, I guess I'll have to tell Coach Handler about this so we can make the arrangements to head back home. This might disqualify us tomorrow."

"Nobody was smoking coach." Alexa quipped in quickly at the word of disqualification.

"Yeah sir, we smelled it too coming from our vents." Justine added as she pointed to the air ducts. I looked at the ducts and considered the possibility. However, as I looked at Ashley, I knew that they had been smoking without a doubt. Alexa was whispering to Ashley and suddenly stopped as I looked at them.

"Ashley, you're not supposed to be here. You're going to have to go back to your floor and room. Justine, Alexa, lights out." I decreed to them. Alexa and Justine let out a few dissatisfied groans and Ashley gave a little stretch, getting up, heading to the door. I followed her and opened it for her as I watched Justine and Alexa take their beds. Ashley walked into the hallway and I closed the door behind me. "Can I trust you to make it down to your room without trouble?" I asked Ashley. She looked me up and down. I don't know if she was admiring or pitying me, I imagine it was the latter.

"Yes sir, I can." Ashley said as she began to walk towards the elevator. I followed her to my room door and I stood waiting for her to board the elevator. As she walked ahead, I allowed myself to enjoy the sight of her skirt bouncing on ass as she walked. Each step elicited a peek to her yellow panties that stuck to her form like a second skin. She called the elevator and turned her head back but it was too late for me to avert my gaze, she saw me looking. I quickly produced my key card and put it in the lock, hand on the handle. "Sir, I had question for you," Ashley called out and I stopped in my tracks, she walked back towards me, "I had some questions about the AP Biology exam."

"Oh, I'm sorry Ashley. I don't have my materials with me or I'd help. Is it anything I can answer right now or can it wait until tomorrow?" I asked.

"Well, I guess it can wait until tomorrow. I just needed some help with the homework questions due Monday." Ashley said, sounding a bit dismayed.

"Do you have your book with you? I won't have time tomorrow with the games, you probably won't either. If you have your book, we can go over some right now." I offered her. I could see she was immediately interested as she nodded her head in approval. "Great, why don't you go get your book and meet me at the pool. I was interrupted earlier and I'd like to get back in, you can sit at the tables in there and work." She nodded in approval again, looking at me coyly. As she turned back to walk to the elevator, she stuck her butt out on purpose, knowing I would be looking. 

I made my way back to the hot-tub area and slipped back in. Reclined and relaxed, I thought about what Ashley would come down in, if I would be able to see what she wanted to show me. She clearly liked the attention, so maybe she would be willing to show me more. I immediately thought that this was very selfish of me. For once, maybe I should be the one that gives and shows. I quickly slipped off my swimming trunks and felt the warm water surround my nether regions. It was liberating. A few moments later I heard the door open and close, I opened my eyes to see that Ashley had come in, still in her uniform but with books and a notebook. She took a seat at the table in front of the hot-tub. I had a great view of her.

As we went over the problems, she would read them aloud to me while I looked between her legs. Her yellow panty camel-toe was ever present and it looked generous. We came to a problem she couldn't rightly figure out. "This last one I don't get Mr. Antoni, I re-read it and it doesn't make sense. Can you take a look at it?" Ashley asked me. This was my shining moment. I told her I would take a look as I began to rise from the water, completely naked. As I came out, water rushed down my body and a stream came off my cock. I looked at Ashley and her mouth was slightly agape in astonishment. She had clearly never seen a grown man's giant penis before. I took my towel and dried off slightly as I walked toward her. My dick, flaccid at eight inches, swung freely with my steps. I stood next to her and bent over her took look at the problem in the book, my dick grazed her shoulder and she flinched a little. I stepped back and wrapped the towel around my waist as I finished reading the problem. 

"That's a tough one. We might need some more resources to solve that one completely. I'll have to look at my solutions manual. But I think you will need the lab chart to solve it." I explained to her. "Did you bring it with you?"

"No sir, it's in my backpack in my room. I can go get it." Ashley got up to go but I stopped her.

"No it's okay, we can look at it another day. Relax for now and just check your answers for the rest of the homework." I said to her as I walked back to the hot-tub, getting back in. After a few minutes, I could feel it getting late. Ashley closed her book and sat back in her seat. Her chest was out and her legs were spread open. "You look exhausted." I said out to her. She nodded in agreement.

"I wish I could just jump in and cool off in the pool. But we were told we couldn't by our coaches." Ashley shared.

"Well that's too bad." I told her... thinking about an offer for her to join me. But I looked at my watch and it was nearly time for the pool area to close. "I would say you could jump in, but it might be too late."

"I haven't even had a chance to freshen up after the games. I guess I won't get to until the morning since I don't want to wake my roommate up." Ashley said and a silence followed. I figured it would be a nasty feeling to go to bed after a whole day of working up a sweat. I reached for my room key.

"You could go and use my shower if you like. You won't be disturbing anyone there. I'm going to stay here until they kick me out." I held the key out in her direction. She had a look of contemplation and stood up, walking towards me. "There should be some extra towels in there, keep it clean please." She took the key from me and nodded in agreement again. As she walked out of the room, I stroked on myself some more. I quickly stopped as she entered again as if she forgot something. She had all her stuff in her hands.




Confessions of a Teacher Ch. 07



"Mr. Antoni," Ashley said with a note of hesitancy, "the other day, when you were talking to my mom. What did she say to you when she wanted to talk to you in private?" There was a look of concern on her face. I let the question sink for a second before I answered.

"Well, she may not want me to tell you, but I figure it's not something that we have to withhold from you for any reason." Ashley perked up at the thought of hearing it. "She basically told me to give you a hard time...," I looked at her ass with my imaginary x-ray vision, "and really get on you about studying for the exam." She gave me a look of relief, confirming that she thought it was something much worse. Satisfied, she left. I went back to wanking.

After about ten minutes, the hotel clerk came in and told me I had to get out. The pool was closing. By now, I was certain Ashley had probably retired to her room after freshening up. Luckily I had my extra key so I wouldn't have been locked out. I got up to my room and noticed that it was untouched as I left it. Maybe she hadn't been here. The television was still on, the bathroom light and fan was still on as well. Since it was late, I didn't linger and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As I entered, I was immediately met with clothes on the floor. It was Ashley's uniform. The familiar green skirt, white top, and yellow panties were splayed across the floor. I noticed a towel was missing. I brought the panties up to my nose and took a deep breath, like a wine connoisseur appreciating a fine wine's aroma. It was acridly sweet.

In the shower, I tossed around the idea of how I would get Ashley her uniform back to her without an audience the next day. I also considered that maybe I could just keep it and have her come pick it up one day. It didn't change the fact that I had them and I couldn't wait to use them while I masturbated. I got out of shower with a sense of sexual urgency and dried off. If only I had came back up a little earlier, things would have played out differently. I dropped the towel and went into the room towards my suitcase. In the corner of my eye, something was different. I look back and I see Ashley in the jacuzzi. She is slightly startled to see me, and I am surprised as well.

"I'm sorry Mr. Antoni. I thought you would be a while so when I saw that you had a jacuzzi, I couldn't resist." Ashley said hurriedly, her gaze shifting from my face to my dick. I walked over to the jacuzzi and stood in front of her. 

"It's okay. Somebody had to use it. I wasn't planning on it since there's a hot tub downstairs. But I'm glad you're getting to relax with it." I said to her as I coolly searched through the bubbles to get a glimpse of her body. "Is it good?" I asked her.

She couldn't keep her eyes off of my cock. "Yes sir, it's really nice but...," Ashley began to stand up, the water streamed down her body and her breasts were glistening, presenting themselves to me, "you haven't really given me a hard time yet which I think I need." She reached out and took my cock in her small wet palm, grasping it. "Now that we have the material..." she began groping it and looked up at me coquettishly, "...would you pound it into me?"



Confessions of a Teacher Ch. 08



 All characters are consensual participants at and over the age of 18.

*****

Regionals were a hit and we ended placing in the top three, earning us a spot in the state playoffs. The girls were hooting and hollering all through the hotel after the victory and we were almost kicked for noise violations. Jim and I didn't try to dampen their good time too much and treated the team to a final dinner before we boarded the bus that evening. The next day would be a school day and we wanted to get back to the school by a reasonable time that night. You never want to deal with an angry parent that watches a clock, concerned about his or her child's whereabouts.

As I cleared out my hotel room, I fondly looked at the in-room jacuzzi and the bed. Never have I had my dick sucked so well. Ashley Ramirez's blow-job skills were exceptional. While she struggled to take it in her mouth and still expertly used her tongue, the only thing I could think of was that it's a pity she's terrible in science classes. She was clearly well-versed in anatomy and simple physics. But that's a lie. I was also thinking about how rewarding it was to pound her tight young pussy on the bed. It took some skillful easing in and slow exhales on her part, I was gentle at first. Once she acclimated (she surprisingly took a good bit of me), I really gave a lesson in fucking. Maybe I was taking out my frustrations of her antics in my class. She moaned and let out silent screams, especially when I had her on all-fours. Luckily for me, my slightest movement inside of her sent her into orgasmic squirms. I wish I could've had some way to save this memory.

Unfortunately it will have to remain in my visual memory, just in bits and pieces. I closed the door behind me and savored the rest of that experience again. I did my final round of the girl's rooms to ensure that everyone was accounted for and out of their rooms. Jim saw to it that they all made it to the bus while I arranged to check-out with the hotel concierge. Handing the key cards and a list of the rooms, the assistant coach of the cheer-leading squad was also taking care of the squads rooms. "Hey Reg. Great game last night!" She said. 

"You all did a fantastic job getting us there Tina. Everyone was in rare form." I told her, returning the compliment.

"I'm looking forward to going to State with you all. I think we really have a chance to win it all." Tina said optimistically, her teeth blindingly bright.

"Jim and I think so too. It's going to take some focus, but I definitely think they've got it in them." 

"Well!" Tina beamed, "Whatever it is you're doing, keep it up! It's totally working!" I reserved a satisfied smile, recalling the images from my last few practices. 

"You as well Tina. If I recall correctly, you had the loudest squad last night," I grinned really hard, "Ashley really knows how to lead and bring the crowd to attention." Tina continued to beam and nod earnestly in agreement. "I think she's a natural at working them up and making them erupt!" A flashback of cupping Ashley's ass and lowering her on my cock came to mind. Tina's laugh made me snap back to reality.

"Well that's what we pride ourselves on! She's a real noisemaker. I'm very proud of her. She's going to go very far with those skills. Did you know she got a scholarship?" Tina asked. 

"Yes, I did. I had a chance to speak with her mom on Friday and she was very excited about it." I shared.

A whistle was blown by someone in the lobby. Tina and I both turned and it was Jim, waving his hand towards himself, signaling us. "I guess we have to go! We'll have to catch up some time once the season is over Reggie." Tina suggested. I nodded and agreed. We completed our checking out at the desk and made way for the buses.

Since the team got to ride the tour bus on the way to regionals, the deal was to switch with the cheer-leading squad on the return trip. As a result, this was going to be an uncomfortable two and half hour ride back home. The seats are standard leather with the steel frame bolted to the bus floor. Tina took one look at it and shuddered. She turned to me and wished me good luck dealing with it. I dreaded it, especially after being spoiled on the tour bus. However a silver lining was that this would be a wind-down trip and not as anticipatory as the ride here. Even as I began boarding the bus, there was already a silence that was comfortable. Most of the girls had headphones on, blasting their music, and drowning the world out. Jim sat up front with the roster and was in mid-count as I boarded. He pointed to the back and sentenced me to a turbulent hell. I made my way back and saw that all the girls were preoccupied with their phones in their own seats. The good thing about a small team is everyone gets their space. 

I didn't stray too far back and took a seat a few behind Justine, to have my own personal space. I thought it would be far enough, but I saw that Jodie had made a pillow with her hooded sweatshirt and appeared to be napping. In an effort not to disturb her, I placed my things down quietly and settled in for the ride. The sun had already set and we finally embarked on the trip home. As I looked out towards the front of the bus, I saw the cell phone screens go out sporadically and it seemed like the weekend had finally caught up with the girls. The bus was warm and I, exhausted as well from the events of the night before, began to doze off.

A few potholes made good effort on waking me up along the way but I quickly fell asleep again. Despite the loud white noise of the road being traveled on, I was awoken by the sound of a bag zipper. I darted my glance over to my bag to make sure everything was okay. I didn't think anyone would tamper with it, but it was a rational concern. I looked out over the rest of the bus and it appeared everyone was asleep, as nobody was seen upright in a seat. Out of the corner of my eye however, I heard the sound of the zipper once more and movement. I sunk down slightly and looked across and to the front of me. 

Jodie's bare ass greeted me in the dark as she was crouching in her seat. She held something in her hand that I could not see clearly, but as she brought it up, it proved to be her black sweatpants. Grasped in her other hand was a white garment. While the night was pitch dark outside, there was indeed a full moon for my viewing pleasure. Her apple-bottom butt held a nice, succulent peach in its centerpiece, and her ass puckered deeply as if it coyly winked at me. Jodie moved her legs through the white garment and pulled it up, just providing a small peek of her cheeks. It was a white skirt. When she turned to sit back down, I quickly laid back and pretended to be asleep again. 

With my eyes closed, I could see Jodie's butt again in my mind. It had looked so plump and tight, I wanted to slap it until it turns a juicy red plum color. I slightly opened an eye and saw a light emanating from her seat. It seemed like she was on her phone. I also saw a headphone cord, so it was likely she was listening to music. I moved slowed not to make any sudden movements to be registered by her. Making a hesitant move toward her seat, I stood up.

As I slightly leaned over her bus seat, I could see that she was on her phone. On closer review though, it looked like she was watching porn! Some blond bimbo was struggling on a giant cock. Not alerting Jodie, I continued to check her out, elevated from my seat. Her hand was in her skirt and from the heavy breathing from the rise and fall of her chest, she was certainly enjoying herself. I didn't intend to interrupt her since I was really enjoying the view. She came twice as I could see her slightly shiver each time as her head tossed back. I was teeming with cum already and I planned on rubbing one out in my seat. As I got up to get my towel from my bag in the seat behind Jodie, I accidentally pulled too hard on the snagged zipper and hit my hand on the back of her seat. She looked back alarmed and I quickly improvised a signal to have her put her phone away. Jodie looked at me wide-eyed, probably concerned with what I had seen, and rushed to put her phone away. 

Being thrown off a bit, I took my seat and immediately realized that I had sat in the seat in front of mine, across from Jodie. She appeared to be trying to nap again and her phone was put away. Rather than grabbing my towel, I picked up my coaching shorts by accident. I looked over at Jodie's seat and wondered if she was watching me and only pretending to be asleep. I took the risk and decided to change my pants right there. I pulled them down slowly in her direction, allowing my cock to freely make an appearance. I spread my legs slightly in her direction while I attempted to have misplaced my shorts. I gave myself a few good tugs until I found my shorts and start to put them on. I had hoped she got a nice eye-full. Settling down, I tried to nap again with these racing thoughts of her ass once more.

With my sleep already ruined, I didn't doze as easily. I opened my eyes once more and saw that glow coming from Jodie's seat again. Her hand was in her skirt once more and this time her legs were open towards me. From the reflection of the screen on the window, I knew it was porn again. I made a deliberate movement to appear stirred and she did not noticed immediately. As she continued to watch, I watched her closely as she tried to climax again. Avoiding her direct attention, I started stroking myself through my shorts. From my periphery, I could see that she had stopped pleasuring herself and was watching me. I stroked a little more furiously and suddenly stopped when I realized she had been watching. Her mouth was slightly agape and her legs were still open. 

I held my hand out to her and gestured her to come over to my seat. Jodie looked at me dumbfounded and confused. Then I pulled my cock out and gestured her over again. She looked around the rest of the bus and scooted to my seat. For a moment, she just stared in amazement at it. I looked up and ensured that no-one was up. I shook it at her as a signal to get to work and gave her head a gentle push towards it. Jodie's petite hand attempted to wrap itself around my shaft but was unsuccessful. Jodie is the shortest senior on the team, easily mistaken for a junior varsity player. She ambitiously wrapped her thin lips on my cock's head while I started stroking her well-conditioned thighs. I was in no rush to explore up her skirt and wanted to enjoy this moment. From any on-looker's perspective at the front of the bus, you would only see me in the seat. Jodie is so petite that she hid well behind it. I didn't even see her when I boarded the bus. She continued to struggle with the head so I gave her a little thrust in her mouth and she instantly gagged a bit. 

I didn't push it further and let her suck it to her liking, to pretend she was in the porn that she was watching. Her saliva started to run down my dick and she gave it a few strokes while she sucked harder. I let me hand explore her skirt some more and could already feel the heat emanating from her pussy. My finger found a comfortable place and Jodie flinched at the touch. I could feel it get doused with her wet lips and her ambitiousness to take more of me in her mouth improved. I took my hand out and put it on her head while I took my cock out of her mouth. Pushing it towards my balls, she started licking and sucking on my jewels while running her tongue the length of my shaft. She got the hint quickly to make it wet for her own use. Jodie sucked and slathered over it for a few minutes while I tossed my head back in bliss. 

I pulled it away from her and patted on the seat near my lap. Jodie made the move to settle between my legs and I pointed her to face the front of the bus. Even though she was standing, I might have appeared that she just sitting up in the seat. I grabbed her luscious, luscious ass through her skirt and lifted the skimpy white thing up to her waist. Spreading her cheeks open, I could see the succulent peach I wanted to have. Not being shy at all, I dove in to devour it like a hungry man. Jodie nearly jumped at the feeling of my tongue deeply tasting her juicy fruit. Any sign of discomfort disappeared quickly as she started to push her ass into my face to get extra licks in. I grabbed her hand and had her stroke my cock again, bringing it to maximum attention once more. As I pulled away my face from her pussy, I could see it dripping wet and glistening in the low-light of the night.

Holding her by her waist, I lowered her down on my cock slowly... only first to explore her pussy lips. Once I found my opening, I felt her moistness wrap around me. Jodie held my knees tightly as I eased her down. I could feel her wet pussy sending streams of herself down me, the seat below us already becoming wet. Surprisingly, she took my entire cock like this, truly a cowgirl. I began to give little thrusts and Jodie immediately put a hand on her mouth. Her ass was so soft and big, it felt like my dick had disappeared altogether. But I was happy because it was in a better place. Jodie put her hands on the seat in front and put her head on the the seat back while I really gave her a bounce on me. Every pothole and dip in the road was a pleasant exclamation of joy she covered her mouth for. 

I was close to cumming in Jodie's pussy but I couldn't let myself go so carelessly like that. I didn't know if she was on birth control or had any other contraception. So I pulled out and slapped my dick against her pussy and bought some time. Jodie was breathing heavy and I could feel her thighs shuddering on my legs. I spread cheeks open again and ran a finger around her ass hole. She was playing with my balls and quick nodded her head at the feel of my finger on her tight hole. I didn't hesitate. I picked her up by her ass again and brought it down with her cheeks wide open. A greater struggle than her pussy, Jodie slowly eased herself down and I felt nice and snug in her ass. Reaching around I grabbed her small tits and pulled her down harder and faster on my cock. She kept a steady hand on her mouth to keep from screaming and I kept pounding. 

Finally to rest, I let her work on me while I sat back and enjoyed. Jodie started to twerk on my dick and I began to lose it. Her cheeks were bouncing and clapping gloriously, giving me peeks and glances at how my dick was being swallowed by her tight ass. I didn't dare try to stop her performance and lost myself in the mesmerizing sight. Tensing up, I clenched her knees while she twerked, and attained temporary nirvana in her ass. Jodie started to slow down and tightened it up as if to milk me dry. Lost in the moment, I stared at her ass and gave it another grab while she pulled it off and pulled her skirt down. I closed my eyes for a moment and Jodie returned to her seat. When I looked over at her way, she had already laid down again. I pulled my shorts back up and dozed off as well.

It was near midnight and I could feel the bus coming to a stop. We had arrived at the school and a parking lot peppered with parents awaited us. I gathered my things and woke the other girls along with Jim. All of them, waking from a slumber, moved slowly to get their things. As they began to file up, I stood at the back of the bus with my things waiting for everyone to get off. Jodie held her bag and faced forward while waiting for the others to get off. I gave her a pat on her back and pointed to her headphones still in the seat. She leaned over and I took another look up her hiked skirt. When she returned to look forward, I let my hand slip under the skirt again and palmed her pussy one more time. It was still wet. She turned and smiled for a moment before moving to get off the bus. I looked at her seat again and saw where my cum had leaked out of her ass. 

As I got off the bus, I saw the cheer-leading squad had de-boarded their bus already. Ashley Ramirez appeared to be walking in my direction when I saw that her mother had parked near our bus. She looked to have a slight limp and looked very tired. When she got in the car, her mother began to drive and rolled down her window to me.

"Congratulations Mr. Antoni!" Ashley's mother yelled out. I walked a little closer to speak with her. "Ashley tells me it was quite the tournament and that you all are going to state playoffs."

"Yes! It was a great time, I'm really proud of our girls. I'm very proud of yours too! Ashley really supported the team. You've got a talented, hard-worker there." I said to her mother, as I looked at Ashley, remitting the thoughts of the night prior. Ashley's mother looked at her.

"I know she is. I'm proud of her too. She is a go-getter you know?" Ashley looked annoyed by her mother's compliment. "Though she'd never accept it from me!" Her mother laughed.

"Mom! Can we go home now? I'm really tired and sore." Ashley pleaded. Her mother casted some pity on her.

"Of course we can dear. You must've really pushed yourself this weekend." Ashley's mother noted. I smiled widely.

"Yes Mrs. Ramirez..." I looked lustfully at Ashley, "You should have seen her last night. The performance she gave... Wow! I can't tell you how enthusiastic she was, it's no wonder she's sore. She was loud, bouncing all over the place, really getting into it. I really couldn't contain my excitement for the game and she really brought it out of me. Didn't you Ashley?" A satisfied look came over her eyes and she smiled. Her mother looked at her.

"Yeah mom, it was a really good time. I had fun. Mr. Antoni even had a chance to help me with some of my science work after the game." Ashley shared. Mrs. Ramirez was visibly glad that I found the time to work on her daughter. 

"That's great!" Her mother said to her and turned to me, "Thank you so much Mr. Antoni." She turned back to Ashley, "Did it help?"

Ashley bit her lip and smiled again, "Yeah, it really did. He took some really big concepts and made sure I could get a good grasp on the subject. I felt a lot better afterwards." Mrs. Ramirez was ecstatic and immediately asked me if I could tutor Ashley occasionally. I hesitated for a moment but as her mother looked at me for an answer, Ashley nodded to me in earnest.

"I will check my schedule Mrs. Ramirez and see what I can do." I told her mother and then looked at Ashley. "But you have to promise you'll work extra hard when we meet. I won't accept any less." Mrs. Ramirez chirped in.

"That's right Ashley. You'll have to dedicate yourself with Mr. Antoni." She said as Ashley began to roll her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me miss," She turned to me, "I'm sorry Mr. Antoni." 

"No worries," I reassured Mrs. Ramirez, "I'll just have to pound away until she gets it, like you said before." She smiled.

"Yes, please do..." She looked at her daughter and back to me. Ashley looked at me like a hungry slut vixen as her mother finished,"...I think that's exactly what she needs."



Confessions of a Teacher Ch. 09



With the final weeks of classes upon us, Jim and I resolved to having practice three times a week once the summer semester takes over. Students only have to attend summer school for ten weeks but teachers that provide instruction for the summer don't really get a break at all. Since I planned on teaching summer school, I only had a few weeks to formulate my lesson plans while also coaching for state finals. Needless to say, it was going to be a busy summer. I was preparing the final for my biology class.

There were groans all around as I shared the details of the dreaded exam. The bane of any student's existence is the word- Cumulative. The arduous culmination of everything they've learned will be tested and endured. I could see the frowns clearly and the despair setting in on many of them. At 60% of their grade, I am one of the few teachers in the school that places such a weight on any single assignment. I figured if they will be attending college next year, they might as well be ready for the real deal consequences. I believe I prepared them well enough but I mostly do it for shock value. The actual test itself is just recycled questions updated and rotated between previous years' exams. It was a huge time saver for me since it took very little time to make an answer key copy for grading.

"Despite the final being cumulative, I will make some considerations for you guys." I told the class. "I will be doing a review of the exam tomorrow, where you might be able to get a good outline of what will be covered from the semester." The message must have fell on deaf ears and distracted eyes because nearly all the students were not paying attention. What was the point of having a review if they weren't going to show? I was taking some sweet time out of my day to help them. I sweetened the deal, putting it out there again on the attention-less class. "If you can't make the review tomorrow, I will provide you with a summary of topics for the exam after school. Just come to the classroom and I will give it to you." Again... no reaction. The one student that appeared to actually be listening, upon closer review, was Simone Lane. 

Simone Lane, an excellent player on our team, is also a great student. The raven-haired, slender beauty is very diligent in her academics, generally topping the class in grades. She certainly didn't need a review because I knew she would take some time to study and be prepared. But I also didn't count her out on showing up for the information. Simone marches of a different beat than her peers and it shows. When students like Ashley Ramirez, Alexa Anderson, and Mikayla Jensen wear yoga pants and jeans, Simone is tasteful in a nice skirt or trousers. In my opinion, she usually dressed to impress in a professional way. This day was no different. 

I ended class and attended to my duties the rest of the day. I was relieved to be done with the week, especially having completed the key for the new test. Just when I thought that I would be getting out of work early, I got e-mail about an after school teacher's meeting. Begrudgingly, I packed my day's work up and made my way for the meeting that was sprung upon the staff. It wasn't until I got to the gathering that I forgot I had office hours for the students to come by and get a review for their exam. The worry didn't have a chance to settle since I was already certain that nobody would come for it, so it quickly left my mind. The droll of the school administration dragged on and I was daydreaming endlessly. It was the silence of the room that broke me away from my thoughts, and before I knew it, the meeting was over.

The sun was out on my way home and it felt great on my face. I figured I should make the most of it and decided to lay out in my backyard. It was a great decision to put up a privacy fence last summer. That was a great summer. I would go out and lay naked, rubbing a few out while having a few drinks. Now that is my idea of unwinding. I decided on getting some sun on the lawn chair after seeing my pale skin in the mirror upon changing in the bathroom. It was an unfortunate sight. I needed a workout... the beer had not been helping my gut. Nevertheless, there was nobody to impress out there so I grabbed a cold one and laid out. The warm peace and quiet was doing wonders.

I had left the door open to the back door just in case there was a phone call but I was glad that no such disturbance would happen. I didn't expect any calls. Since the separation from my wife, the phone had been very silent. Just when I thought it was going to ring, I heard another noise... fairly faint, coming from inside. I perked up from behind my sunglasses and looked back inside. Sharpening my focus on the sound, I could hear that it was a knock. I got up quickly and put on my robe. I was expecting a package but this would have been a late delivery. I made it to the door and looked out from the side window.

Knocking, somewhat impatiently, was Simone Lane. I let her knock some more as I scoped her out quickly. I was greeted with her familiar wedge heels and white short ruffled skirt, but with a nice pink tank top that hugged her small chest. Her pony-tail whipped back and forth as she looked around, curious as to whether anyone was home. I cinched my robe and opened the door as she looked away. She appeared to be pleased to see me, but not as pleased as I was to see her.

"Oh hey coach." Simone smiled as she looked me up and down, amused by the robe. "I'm sorry if I was disturbing you?"

"It's no problem Simone. It's good to see you." I looked her up and down. "What's up?" I asked casually.

"Umm not much. I actually just came over to see if you had a copy of the review for our test?" She said with a tone of concern. "I stopped by at the end of the day but the door was locked and I don't think you were in your room."

"Yeah, I'm so sorry about that. We had a teacher's meeting and I was caught up in that. It completely slipped my mind that I told you all to stop by." 

"It's okay coach. Would you have it here?" 

"Ummmmm..." I stammered to buy some time, since I didn't really know for sure if I had brought it home or not. I took the moment to glance at her toned thighs and legs. Focusing on her pink toe-nails, I lost my train of thought and blurted out. "You know, I think I might. Do you want to come inside while I look?"

Simone looked inside my place and had fleeting look of confusion on her face. "Oh... um, sure." I waved her in and employed my imaginary x-ray vision on the back of her skirt. She looked back at me as I looked up and waved to her to make herself comfortable. I walked past her towards the kitchen.

"I might have it in my bag here in the kitchen. Come on back." She followed me still looking around... as if she had entered some strange place, a teacher's home. I rummaged through my bag, entirely unsure whether the review would be in there or not. I looked up to see her leaning on the kitchen counter looking out into my backyard. Her dress hiked up slightly to reveal the bottom of her ass-cheeks, taught and smooth. I felt the hot lust come over me and forgot my manners. "Oh Simone. If you'd like something to drink, please help yourself."

"That would be nice." She said, walking over to the fridge. "Right here?" I nodded to her as she opened it up. "I was telling my mom that I couldn't get the review from you after class since you were out." She peered into the fridge. "She told me you lived in the neighborhood so I figured I would just stop by since it was so close."

"Really? I didn't know that." I kept looking through my bag. "Now that I think of it, I think I have seen your mom around here on her walks." Resolved having not found the review, I looked up to see Simone holding a bottle of limoncello.

"What's this?" She asked as she looked at the bottle.

"Oh that's limoncello. I got it from my last trip to Italy. I'm Italian you know?"

"Oh yeah, that makes sense. D'Antoni. I get it." Simone continued to examine the bottle. "What does it taste like?"

"It's really sweet. People usually drink it as a dessert. It's generally considered a dessert liqueur." She frowned.

"Oh..." Simone sounded dismayed. I could see she wanted a taste, but I couldn't in my best judgment tell her to have a drink. But the more I admired her sculpted athletic body, the less I cared about my best judgment.

"Like I said... help yourself to whatever you like." I added with a smile. "Let me go look on my computer upstairs if I have the review saved on it." I left her with the bottle. As I made my way to my home office, I could feel the tightness of my speedo against me as my cock grew with Simone's presence. I searched for the review on my computer but there was no recent copy available on it. I ruffled through more papers, passing a few minutes in a worry that I didn't have the document for her. The office was always sweltering in the summer and I didn't realize that my robe opened freely as I made my way back down to the kitchen. 

Simone looked up as I entered and immediately looked down at my waist. I looked down and felt some partial embarrassment. "Ah I'm sorry. I know it's lame. It's another thing I picked up in Italy." I could see a smirk on Simone's face. "It's the Italian flag." I tried to chuckle the embarrassment off as I averted my gaze. It fell upon the kitchen counter where I saw an uncapped vodka bottle alone with the limoncello and some ice. Simone took a sip from the tall glass in her hand.

"Did you find the review?" She took her lips away from the glass.

"No I think I left it at school. I'm sorry." I said to her as she looked dismayed. "But don't worry, you're going to do fine. You will probably set the curve." She perked up at the sound of a curve.

"Would you like one?" Simone held her glass up to me. "I found a recipe on my phone while you looking for the review. It's really tasty." I gestured her to make me one.

"Sure, I'll try it out." I said to her as I opened the door to the backyard. "You know, we could probably do a quick review outside with my partial test if you'd like." I looked back to her as I stepped outside but Simone was intent on making my drink. "I'll be out here." I made my way to the uncovered patio where I was laying before. I considered taking my robe off fully but I did not want to make Simone feel uncomfortable, so I laid with it open and still getting some sun on my front side. I closed my eyes and took the warmth of the sun on me. After what felt like a short eternity, I heard the clank of a glass on the table next to my chair. Adjusting to the sunlight, I looked over to see Simone settling down on the beach chair next to the table. "Thanks." I said as I laid my head back again. I could her her rustling and settling down. Once it sounded like she was at rest, I broke the silence. "Is there anything you want to cover specifically for the test? I know it's going to be a lot of material to process." Simone didn't answer but I could hear her chair creak and I looked over to see what the commotion was.

My eyes opened to see Simone standing with her back to me. She was bending over and undoing her wedge heel clasps. Her skirt hiked up and presented her ass fully to me, showing only a small sliver of a black thong covering her pussy. She lost a few inches once the heels came off but she was still a statuesque goddess. Tossing her heels to the side, she unzipped the back of her white ruffled skirt and let it drop to reveal the familiar black thong. While it made its appearance, it was hardly visible as it was swallowed by generously plump ass cheeks. Reaching for the bottom of her tank top, she pulled it up and over, showcasing her well-toned back and also marking the absence of a bra. I was certain she was wearing a bra, but maybe I never noticed how naturally taut and perky her breasts were. She looked back as she smoothed her hands over her butt and noticed me staring at her ass. I quickly looked away and showed my shame as I stammered for words. She laid down on the beach chair on her chest, her pale ass magnificently glowing in the sunlight.

"Um, I should probably go get that review. You could just take it home with you if you want." I managed to blurt out as I started to get up, my eyes glued on her ass. She didn't say anything again, until I started to walk.

"You don't have to do that coach." Simone said very relaxed. "I'm sure we can figure something out." I was confused at what she said and answered only with silence, stopped in my tracks. She broke it once more. "The girls talk you know?" I was worried about her question.

"What do you mean? They talk?" I asked curiously.

"They told me what you've done with them." Simone said coolly. 

"And do you believe them?"

"Doesn't matter what I believe." She said coldly. "What matters is, what can you do for me?" I was dumbfounded at the posing of her question.

"What are you talking about?" I feigned ignorance. "Why would I do anything?"

"Coach, I already know." Simone said without regard and her face still away from me. "If you don't want the administration to know, you can tell me what you can do for me." I began to feel a panic and nervously milled in the silence.

"Okay... how about I just give you the key to the test?" I offered to her, almost pleading.

"That's not what I want." She said without skipping a beat. "It's not enough." She supported herself up from the chair, showing her intent face and bare chest and taking to her feet. She walked towards me in a sultry step.

"What if I just gave you an A for the test. You can just take it and mark whatever you want and I will pass you. Is that enough?" I was really worried and at a loss at the potential blackmail. She stood in front of me, shifting her gaze from my eye down towards my waist.

"That would help." She said as she reached and pulled my speedo down. "The girls said you had a big cock and I wanted to see for myself." She pulled it out and held it in her hand, I stiffened at her touch. "They weren't joking." Simone took to her knees and began kissing my cock, sucking it gently. I couldn't protest. I put my hands on my waist and looked out into my fenced yard. My eyes rolled back at her technique. Man, does she know how to suck a cock!

I looked down and saw her pony-tail swing with each bob. My knob was well lubricated with her spit and sloppy job. Twist of the wrist and stroke, she was a professional and I would've never guessed. Some people kiss passionately, she sucked dick with an equal passion. When she looked up and met my eyes with a cock-full in her mouth, I nearly blew it. Simone picked up on it right away and played up the muffled moan. I looked down again and saw the erratic bobbing and immediately grabbed her head from behind. She gagged for a split second and adjusted to the deep throat. With my other free hand now cradling her head, I gave a few quick thrusts, widening her pretty pink lips and streaming my personal dessert liqueur down her throat. As I grew soft, Simone continued to pull at it, relieving me of every little drop of precious cum. 

Then, without lingering, she stood up and brushed her mouth with her shoulder and got dressed. I stood in disbelief at the events that had unfolded. I only snapped to when she walked by me and broke her silence. "Thanks for the A on the test." And she was gone. I was in a daze and didn't question what had just occurred. I sat back down and nursed my drink the rest of the afternoon. Thoughts of the final weeks of classes swirled in my head and I realized how much I would be missing the team and coaching.