****** Teachers Pet by Jim Marshall ******
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Teachers Pet


When I was 15 years old, I had an English teacher named Miss Davies. Her
nickname among the students was "termite". I had no idea how she got this
nickname so I asked an older student. He laughed and said "Just watch her when
she lectures how she leans up against the desk". I still didn't know what that
had to do with her nickname so the next day I watched her more carefully.
Suddenly I realized what he was talking about. As she was teaching she stood so
that she was pressing against one of the students desks. The desk was bolted to
the floor and the corner of it was right at the level of her crotch. She would
rub against the corner of the wooden desk, hence the nickname "termite".
Thinking about it later I realized what a clever, sophisticated nickname that
was. "Termite" Davies was neither attractive nor unattractive. In fact she was
rather plain. She was short and thin, so I guess she might be called petite,
but that term would seem to connote more cuteness than she possessed. Age wise,
she was in her late 40's which seemed quite old to me at the time. She had dark
hair and as with some brunettes, she sported some fine dark hair on her upper
lip.

I got off on the wrong foot with her toward the middle of the school year while
riding the streetcar to school. It seemed she also lived in my direction and
rode the same streetcar. I had never seen her on the car before that morning.
The car was crowded, and I sat down in a just vacated seat.

Still being half asleep, I was vaguely aware of someone standing in front of
me. It was Miss Davies. To this day, I don't know why I didn't give her my
seat, but I just stayed there and nothing was said. When the grades came out at
the end of the semester, she gave me an undeserved "D". I questioned her about
it after class and the first thing she mentioned was not giving up my seat on
the streetcar. I realized the "D" was payback time.

The school year finally ended, and I turned 16 that summer and my father bought
me a used car for my birthday which I started driving to school after the
summer. I had "Termite" again for another year and since she obviously carried
a grudge, I decided to wait for her after school and offer her a ride home. She
looked rather surprised when I pulled up beside her and offered her a ride
home. I told her I was going in that direction anyway and so she accepted and
got in the car. On the way, I apologized for what happened on the streetcar and
told her I wanted to show her I was not a rude, inconsiderate person. She
really didn't have much to say. I started to make it a habit to take her home
after school and it just fell into a routine. She loosened up after a while and
we talked about many things in the half hour it took to drive her home.

One day, she said she wanted to clean out her basement and asked me if I would
mind helping her. Thinking this was a good way to get some more brownie points,
I said "Sure". When we got to her place, she changed into some jeans and a T-
shirt. I noticed she did have a trim body for her age and a small, tight butt.
After moving a few heavy objects, she would lean up against me as if to rest.
This gave me an instant hardon which embarrassed me no end, although she
pretended not to notice even though one time she leaned right against it. After
we finished, she said the least she could do was cook dinner for me after she
got cleaned up. I heard the shower running and after a few minutes she came
back wearing a robe and started making dinner.

I asked if I could help and she asked me to open a bottle of wine. I had never
had anything to drink before this and I wondered if I would like it. She made
pasta and when we sat down to eat, she poured each of us a water glass full of
wine. I found I liked it and having never had alcohol before, it didn't take
much until I was feeling no pain. "Termite" drank her share as well and as the
meal progressed, she became less careful about keeping her robe around her. I
could see her small breasts and could also see she had nothing on under the
robe. She saw me looking at her breasts but did nothing to cover them up. It
looked like an invitation to me, and having gained courage from the bottle, I
got up and walked around behind her and reached around and put my hands on her
breasts. I was afraid she would push me away but I was wrong.

She started breathing hard and reached up and put her hands on mine and pushed
them even harder against her breasts. I told her to stand up, which she did,
and I stayed behind her and put my right hand between her legs. My experience
in these matters was nil so I was surprised at how wet she was down there. By
now, she was panting like she has just run a marathon. She turned around and
pressed up against me and started kissing me with lots of tongue.

By now, I was so excited my ears were ringing and so I picked her up and
carried her into the bedroom. I don't remember getting out of my clothes but
the next thing I knew we were in bed and she had my cock in her right hand and
I had my hand between her legs. This was unfamiliar territory for me but I
couldn't even get two fingers in her even though she was so wet she was soaking
the sheet. My cock is not exceptionally long but it is rather thick and I
wondered how I would get it in her. I got on top and tried to put it in but it
wouldn't go and it seemed to be painful to her so she kept scooting up in the
bed away from me. I finally got so frustrated, I put my hands on her shoulders
and pulled her into me. Suddenly, as if I broke through a barrier, she
screamed, and I was inside her. I thought, "My God, was she a 40 year old
virgin?" I laid there without moving with my cock about half way in her and
asked if this was the first time for her. She just nodded her head that it was.
I said, "Well, looks like we both lost it together". I started fucking her in
earnest at that point, and it really turned me on to know that I could do
whatever I wanted to with her from now on.

That was on a Friday. On the following Monday, she slipped me a note when I
went to her class that said it took her all weekend to recover but that she was
so wet thinking about what I was going to do to her after class that she had to
keep going to the ladies room to play with herself and to dry off. Needless to
say, that really turned me on and it seemed like forever until the final bell
rang. She was so hot that as soon as we drove away from school, she was all
over me and took out my cock and sucked it while I had my hand inside her
panties playing with her until we got back to her place.

We continued the affair every day until I went away to college. Needless to
say, I got an "A" in English this time and I also noticed she no longer needed
to rub up against the desk when she lectured.

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