****** Shop Teacher by D Fezneck ******
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Shop Teacher


This is an absolute work of fiction and fantasy.

The weather forecaster said that the temperature would climb into the upper 90s
before the day was over. My wood shop had no air conditioner and I was feeling
every bit of it. I am a junior high teacher and having the summer off is the
best part of my job, or so I always thought. I found out that summer that being
a single male teacher has its other benefits.

The smell of damp sawdust floated on the hot, humid July air. I had my dremel
going and was oblivious to all else. The heat had forced me to open the garage
door to try to pull in a draft to help cool me off. I suddenly realized that
the stale air in my shop had changed from its normal burnt pine to a sharp
fruity smell. I stopped my work and turned around to find an angel in the
desert heat. Her name was Holly and she lived across the street from me. Holly
was fifteen years old and had been in one of my seventh grade English classes a
few years earlier. I had never really noticed her before because she always
wore loose baggy clothes, but today she was in short, shorts and a small bikini
top. She had a perfect set of B-cup breasts that stood up at attention. An
hourglass would be jealous of her figure. Her legs were perfectly tanned and
stretched from her ass all the way to the ground. Her beautiful young face was
creased with a wicked smile on her face that only added to the total package.
She was gorgeous in the summer sunlight. "My closet rod fell down and my
parents are out of town. Dad said that I should come ask you if I need
anything," she said.

I was just messing around in the shop anyway, so I grabbed some tools and
followed her across the street. We went into the house and she led me to her
bedroom. As I entered her room, I started to feel a familiar stirring in my
jeans. Her room smelled just like her and I could see some her clothes laying
on the bed waiting to be folded. Her bed had champagne colored satin sheets and
a frilly ruffle. The thought of her sleeping in that bed with nothing on but
the sheets really got me going. She offered to make some lemonade and left for
the kitchen. I could see a small pair of panties laying under the pile of
laundry, and I could not resist. I made sure she was down the hall, then I
quickly pulled the panties out of the pile. They were a pair of black thong
type panties. They were so smooth and soft, that I had to rub them on my face.
They still smelled faintly of her sweat and pussy juices. I was rock hard and
sweating now. My mind was totally wrapped up in the thought of touching her
panties. I unzipped my zipper and began to softly rub the panties up and down
my long, hard shaft. I never heard her walk in and I was terrorized when she
put her hand on my shoulder.

"You like 'em?" she asked. "They are my favorites."

I stuttered and tried to think of what to say, but before I could get out a
word, she grabbed the panties and continued the long slow strokes where I left
off. I was in heaven. Her hand felt so good going up and down my cock that I
thought I might cum right then. She lowered her mouth to the throbbing purple
head of my dick and began to suck. I could already feel the beginnings of a
mighty orgasm building in my balls. She continued to suck and just before I
blew my load, she pulled it out and I sprayed jism all over her face. She used
the panties to clean herself off and then tossed them on the floor.

"Wait till you see the pair I have on right now." she said as she reached down
and unfastened the top of her shorts. The shorts fell to the floor and revealed
a soft pair of blue silk french cut panties. I reached around her and put one
hand on her ass. It was firm and muscular in my hand. I untied her top and it
drifted to the floor as my lips came into contact with one of her cherry red
nickel-sized nipples. She moaned softly and I felt her quiver. I slid my hands
down her sides and pushed her panties to the floor. Kneeling before her, I
placed one of her legs over my shoulder and sent my tongue on a seek and enjoy
mission with her small erect clit. Her soft moans had become much more audible
now and she started to rock and grind my face into her pussy. Her pubic hair
was soft and cut in a thin bikini line. She was hot! As I inserted a finger
into her tight, young hotbox, I felt the wetness start to ooze down her leg.
Suddenly her moans broke into loud grunts and she started saying, "I want you
to fuck me! Please fuck me, now!"

With this new development, my dick gained a new outlook on life. I laid her
down on the satin sheets and removed the rest of my clothes. When I finished,
she had her legs spread and her hand was hungerily massaging her cunt. I moved
her hand and began the long process of inserting my cock in her extremely tight
cunt.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked.

"Hell no," she replied, "not since I was 13. And yes, I am on the pill. I love
sex and I haven't had any dick in over 2 months."

Despite her claims, her pussy was so tight that I had to go slowly at first.
Her natural lubricant was very helpful and before long, I had excalibur in all
the way to the hilt. We soon settled into a steady rhythm and it was not long
until she was grunting and digging her fingernails into my back. I went crazy
and began bucking wildly, her nails dug in deeper and the grunts turned to
screams as we both exploded together.

After we recovered for a few minutes, she led me to a shower. We cleaned up and
she told me that if I would come fix her ceiling fan tomorrow, I might get to
see her cheerleader outfit. Needless to say, that summer turned out to be the
greatest summer of my life. So many young sexy women and so little summer.

by D Fezneck
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