Eva looked in her mirror as she undressed for bed. "25 years old and gorgeous, but I have to dress like I'm a hundred," she said to herself. After 3 years of teaching high school English, she was beginning to regret her career choice.
Part of the problem was the guys she met. There weren't any. Sure, there were a few old man teachers like Mr. Roland, but there was only one male teacher young enough for her. That was Mr. Martin, and the useless fucker was married. All the other teachers were women, and the only other males around were the horny boys in her class.
The boys were more of a nuisance than anything. When she was in high school, Eva had been able to wear skimpy outfits, flirt like crazy, and pretty much run the lives of every boy in school. Now she had to wear very conservative clothing to try to keep them from getting distracted.
Pulling off her overly long skirt, Eva noticed the bruise on her thigh. "I'm going to kill Steve Patterson tomorrow!" Steve had bumped into her in class today, and she was half convinced that he'd done it on purpose. "Maybe in the morning I'll think of something he can get detention for." Steve really deserved to have his ego whittled down a bit. The guy was average in every way: brains, charm, and especially looks. The boy had to know he'd never have a girl as hot as his teacher, and it was probably clouding his little mind. She'd have to teach him a lesson about trying to touch something he didn't deserve to touch.
Eva put on a skimpy pink nightie that made her feel pretty after a long day of old librarian clothes. Then the young teacher laid down, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
In her dream Eva looked around her classroom. The walls were covered in those ridiculous "Just Say No" posters that had been everywhere when she was a kid. Eva smiled, those posters always reminded her of all the wonderful things she'd said yes to in her life.
Steve sat in the only chair in the room, taking notes even though she hadn't said anything. Eva looked over the boy, drinking in every aspect of his lean, young body. She looked down at herself and was relieved to find she wasn't wearing her conservative school clothes, instead she was wearing her pink nightie. "God!" she thought, "this is so much more comfortable."
"Ms. Stockton?" asked Steve, "How many pages did you say the reading assignment was?"
Eva got up from behind her desk and walked towards the solitary student. "Nobody cares, Steve." The tall, blonde teacher grabbed the boy, pulled him out of his chair, and kissed him deeply. Steve embraced her, his strong hands caressing the small of her back. Eva felt something get large in his pants and press against her leg.
After a moment, their lips disengaged. Eva looked around and saw that the classroom had shrunk. I was quite warm and cozy now, with barely enough room for anything other than two bodies pressed up against each other. Eva looked deep into Steve's eyes and rhetorically asked, "You want this, don't you Steve?"
"Yes, Ms. Stockton!" Steve responded. "I want it very much."
They kissed again, and this time Eva spread the kisses all over her student's face, enjoying the taste of him. "Are you ready for a ride, Steve?"
"Ah!" Eva woke with a start. "Whoa, that was a little too intense." Eva got up and went to the kitchen. After a cold glass of water, she returned to bed. The water didn't help, she dreamed about kissing Steve all night long.
After putting away her toothbrush, Eva walked into her bedroom and started to undress for bed. Seeing a second bruise on her thigh, the English teacher got mad.
"That stupid boy," she said to her mirror. "How could he bump into me again today! And this time, I swear I felt a poke. It felt like that little tuberculous prick my doctor gave me. Stupid, clumsy, idiot boy!"
Eva thought about how she had been extra cross with Steve today. Every time she thought about her dream from the night before, she'd looked at him and seen him leering at her. The little twerp deserved to get yelled at. She felt good about the D she'd given him on the quiz. How dare he spend all period looking at her!
Fully naked now, Eva looked in the mirror again. The image smiled back at her as she calmed a little. "Yep, still hotter than hell!" The only things marring her beauty were the two bruises that clumsy Steve had given her, and the first one was already fading. Eva went into her closet and looked through the large collection of teddies that she'd been working on since college. "Ooo, this one feels good right now!" She pulled our a dark green bit of cloth that didn't look big enough to cover anything.
Putting on the sexy garment and crawling under the covers, Eva thought about how a nice warm bed made any day feel better.
In her dream, Eva was standing in the isle of a school bus. She was at the front looking towards the back, with her legs spread apart to keep her steady as the bus rumbled along the road. She didn't have to look behind her to know that there was no driver, and it didn't bother her because she knew there wasn't supposed to be one. Steve was sitting alone in the back, and that was the way things should be, the two of them all alone on the bus.
Eva walked down the isle towards the boy. "Hello, Ms. Stockton," said Steve. "That green teddy really matches your eyes."
"No talking on the bus, Steve," responded the teacher. "You knew the rule, so now it's time to punish you." Eva gave Steve a gentle push, encouraging him to slide over next to the window. Eva leaned over and crawled on her hands and knees onto the bench seat. She reached down and unzipped the student's pants, then pulled his hard cock out. "Well," said Eva as she marvelled at the size of the cock in her hand, "At least you were coming to class prepared today."
The teacher noticed McNally's pass by the bus. It was the only bar in town, so of course she'd dressed up and gone there after she'd gotten the job and moved in. That's when she had found out that every man in the little town was married. The school officials had failed to mention that when she interviewed for her job.
Looking down at Steve's cock, Eva was relieved she'd finally found one that was available. She kissed the boy's balls lightly, then slid the shaft into her mouth slowly, barely touching it until it was fully inserted. She rolled it around with her tongue, making sure to put most of her attention on the tip. She'd gotten quite good at giving head in college, but she hadn't had a chance to practice in forever.
"Ooooh," moaned Steve. "That feels really-"
"Quiet!" Eva's head snapped up. "I told you, no talking!" Eva pumped his cock furiously with her hand as she scolded the unruly student. "If you don't start following the bus rules, the punishment will be much harder. Do you understand?"
The boy nodded, making her smile. Then she plunged the cock back into her mouth. Eva sucked the shaft vigorously. Steve was making little moaning noises, but Eva decided to let that slide. A good teacher had to know when to pick her battles. Besides, she was just beginning to get a good rhythm on the cock, and she didn't want to stop again.
Eva tilted her head so she could look out the bus window while she sucked. She wasn't surprised to see a mob of parents lining the streets, holding picket signs. Even less surprising, they were all women. "Stupid old cows," thought Eva. "Every PTA meeting the mothers always find something to complain about. Their husbands never have any problem with me, but that just makes their wives even bitchier." Eva started to get angry, but the feel of Steve's cock in her mouth calmed her down. Sucking his cock was incredibly relaxing, as if it was her purpose in life. Eva looked back down without bothering to read the picket signs held by the protesting mothers.
Eva began twisting her head, really massaging the head of Steve's penis. "Fuck!" he cried out.
"Steve!" Eva still had the cock in her mouth, so her words were barely understandable as her tongue tickled the tip of Steve's cock. "This is your last warning! Be quiet!"
"Yes, Ms. Stockton, anything you say Ms. Stockton."
Eva resumed sucking. This boy was going to need a lot of discipline, and she could feel the bus making the final turn into the parking lot. She didn't have much time left, so she sped up her pace. As her mouth worked the shaft and her hand worked his balls, Eva reached her other hand up, putting one of her legs on the bus floor to steady herself. She found Steve's hand and guided it down to her ass. Eva knew all her male students stared at her ass when her back was turned and she couldn't see them. The thrill of finally being able to touch it would surely speed Steve up.
Finally, the young boy blew his load in her mouth. Eva swallowed it all, loving the taste. It tasted so much better than the cum of any of her old boyfriends.
As the bus lurched to a stop, Eva woke up.
The blonde vixen lay in her bed and panted. She reached down to find her pubic hair soaked with her juices.
"This is getting weird," Eva told the dark room. She then drifted back to sleep and had the exact same dream again and again until she woke up the next morning.
Eva sat on her bed and tried to calm herself. She wore bulky, gray sweats, the least sexy thing she could find. All day long, she'd avoided looking at Steve in class. She'd avoided touching him, too. She just didn't think she could handle contact with him right now. The dream image of his cock in her mouth was so vivid that she couldn't look at him without seeing it.
Staying away from Steve hadn't kept her from getting another bruise, though. Tom, one of Steve's friends, had practically fallen on her when the students left class. The little prick had been laughing about it, too. When she'd given the twerp detention he had glared at Steve for some reason. "Maybe that was my imagination," said Eva as she continued to rock back and forth. "I'm getting paranoid in my old age."
Eva rubbed the newest bruise absentmindedly. "This isn't natural. I've never had dreams like this before. There must be something in the food I'm eating, or in the air. People don't just become fixated like this!" Eva also felt guilty for making Steve the subject of her dreams. "I've never considered a male student as a sex object before, not even a really hot one like Steve!"
Laying down, Eva decided the problem must be stress. Her sleeping mind must be filling in for the needs that her social life wasn't satisfying. She reached down and began to finger herself, picturing her boyfriend from college. He'd been on the football team, and despite being one of the dumbest people she'd met, he'd always been able to satisfy her in bed.
Apparently, that was only true when he was actually in the bed. As Eva rubbed her pussy, she pictured her old boyfriend as a white knight, riding in on a glorious stallion to rescue her from her tedious life. It did nothing for her. She pictured him as a secret agent, breaking into the convent where'd she'd been imprisoned and making tender love to her. She couldn't even get wet enough to enjoy her own touch. "Fuck it, I'm going to sleep."
Drifting away, Eva found herself on the fifty yard line of her college football field. She looked down and found herself wearing a cheerleader uniform. She thought about how much she used to love using her uniform to tease boys in college. This one should be even more effective since it was much skimpier than her old uniform. There was so much belly showing that the top didn't even cover the bottoms of her breasts!
"Ms. Stockton," asked Steve, "Why did we take a field trip to your old college?"
"Steve," the teacher turned around to face her student, "you really need to listen more. What did I tell you was the most integral part of understanding literature?"
Steve looked thoughtful, then brightened. "Understanding the history that goes with it?"
"Correct! And right now you need to learn about the history of all the things that I did in college." With that, Eva walked up to her student and started rubbing his crotch. "we'll start with my extra curricular activities."
Eva began kissing Steve hard as she undid his pants. Steve reached up and pulled her top up a little so that her breasts popped free. His hands moved all over her body as they kissed. Occasionally Eva would let out little moans when Steve touched sensitive spots like her breasts. Eva managed to get most of his clothes off without pulling out of the wonderful kiss. There was no need to undress Eva, she wasn't wearing panties or a bra and neither of them wanted to remove the cheerleader outfit.
Once Steve was fully naked, the couple sank onto the soft grass of the football field. Eva lay on top of her student and pressed herself against him. "Do you like how my body feels, Steve?"
"Oh, God yes!"
"Good, Steve, that's the correct answer."
Steve began kissing Eva's face in various places as they caressed each other's bodies. Eva loved the feel of Steve's ass, and she loved the things he was doing to her ear. "Oh, that's very good Steve! You should be proud!"
Eva lifted up her hips and guided Steve's cock into her vagina. It felt so good, and she couldn't help sighing a little. "You know Steve," Eva said as she began to grind her hips against his, "All the other boys in the class are little perverts. They know they're not supposed to leer at their teacher with those disgusting eyes, no matter how hot she is."
Eva nuzzled the boy's neck with her nose as she continued to bounce on his hard cock. "I even had to change my clothes because of them! My first year, our ungrateful bitch of a principal told me that I was distracting the boys and had to start wearing very conservative clothing. Just because she's too old for anyone to fuck her, she has to punish the rest of us! Does she even think of punishing the boys?" A large plane flew overhead, shaking the stadium.
Eva increased her speed as her anger grew. "No! They just continue leering at me every day! So that's why I have to punish them extra hard, and find ways to even things up! The ungrateful little snots can't just have a quick peek and move on, so I make their lives hell to make up for it!" Eva was riding Steve hard now, punishing his cock with the hardest strokes she was capable of. Huge planes were flying over the stadium constantly now, flying so low that the noise was actually adding a powerful vibration to the fucking that Eva was giving Steve. "God, they're so vile. Torturing the little perverts is the only joy I get!"
Suddenly, Eva slowed down her thrusting hips. The sky went silent as the last plane flew off. "Except for you, Steve, you're different. I'm going to reward you for making me feel so good when all those other boys have been trying to ruin my life." Eva guided Steve's hands up to her chest.
As Steve smiled, she looked up into the football stadium. The stands were incredibly tall, going 100 stories high and completely full of cheering people. The whole world was here, and they were all booing. Some of the were holding up signs saying things like "DEFENSE!" and "END ZONE PENALTIES!"
Eva sped up her thrusts again. It didn't matter that the crowd was against her, there was always something trying to keep her from doing her job. Steve had a lot to learn about sex, and she was going to teach him everything she could. Eva pulled Steve's hands to her hips and he got a firm grip under her tiny cheerleader skirt. Steve took some of her weight and helped her. "Good boy!" the teacher called out. "Good, fucking boy, Steve, you're a good, fucking boy!!!"
Steve came and the warmth filled Eva. It felt so good that it forced her over the edge and she immediately began her own orgasm. It spread through her whole body, making her spasm wildly with the incredible pleasure that she was feeling.
Back in her bed, Eva twitched as she dreamed. She let out a little moan, then quieted and stopped moving. However, after a little time had passed, the next round of the dream started and she began moaning again. Over the course of the night she called out Steve's name several times. For the first time since the dreams began, she was smiling in her bed as well as in her dreams.
Eva looked in her full length mirror, making sure everything was perfect. She was wearing her tiniest red nightie, her favorite. Then the doorbell rang. Eva smiled and strutted into the hallway.
"Hello, Steve. Thank you for coming over," said Eva has she opened the door.
"Wow," said Steven, "I mean, hello, Ms. Stockton."
"Come on inside Steve, you're letting the cold in." The breeze was making her nipples hard.
"OK," replied Steve, trying to hide a sly smile. "So, you wanted me to come over for some special tutoring, Ms. Stockton?"
"Oh yes Steve. This will be extremely special tutoring." Eva closed the door as her hand settled on Steve's ass.