A Teacher’s Fantasy: Pt I

In almost thirty years of teaching, I have been propositioned three times by students. While I did turn them all down, it has become more and more difficult each time.
Last year, my final one as a teacher, I almost gave in to the temptations offered by one of my pupils. Ultimately, I turned her down, but I have since wondered what would have happened if I had given in.

This is how I fantasized that it would have turned out.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. The students rose, almost as one, to exit the class. The exception being Victoria Allen. Tory, as she was called by her friends, got up slowly, spreading her knees as she slid out of the seat. At the same time as she was flashing me a shot of her pink lace panties, she looked up at me and smiled. She approached the desk, she leaned over, (showing her cleavage and a matching pink bra) and asked to see me after school, as she needed some help with her grade.

After the last class, she showed up, clutching her books to her chest, and began her tale of woe. If she didn’t get a passing grade, she would not be able to play on the tennis team. “Is there anything I can do to raise my grade?” she asked. I proceeded to tell her the usual things. “Spend more time studying.” I suggested.

“I do study, but I just don’t get it!” she said. “Can I do something for extra credit? Anything” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything, but I need the grade!” As she said this, she lowered the books, again flashing her cleavage at me.

An evil thought entered my head as I looked down her blouse. My code of ethics was battling with my loins for control of my body. I gave in to my baser instincts, thinking of how delicious her nipples would taste, and invited her to my house that evening for some tutoring.

At 6:30 she arrived, wearing a white shirt that showed midriff and her plaid uniform skirt, giving me an eyeful of her assets. Prior to her arrival, I had made an honest effort to prep her for a real tutoring session, but seeing her dressed like that, my resolve began to crumble. My mind went from the succession of the English monarchy to my success in getting into her pants. I invited her in and showed her to the couch, where I had set up my stuff to help her with the intricacies of world history.

After a half an hour, she blurted out, “It’s no use! I just don‘t get this stuff!! All these stupid wars! It‘s boring! What do I need to know this for anyway? Is there anything else I can do to get my grade up?” she asked, stretching her arms and legs.

It was now or never! Either I could be noble and not take advantage of her, or go straight to hell and have a great time getting there. My mind was made up for me by her hand as it traveled up my thigh and rubbed the growing bulge in my pants. “I guess there might be.

“Well, the boy I was dating said I gave good head.”

“I guess that would be a good place to start.” I replied as I unzipped my pants.

Helping me pull my boxers down she stared at my cock for a moment, then said, “It’s bigger than Ray’s”

I never thought of myself as being overly endowed. It’s only 5-1/2 inches long, but its fairly thick, but to her it seemed huge. She kept staring at it, mesmerized by it, before looking up at me as she kissed the head. Opening her mouth wider, she ran her tongue along the underside before closing her lips around it. I closed my eyes, letting out a moan as she pulled it into her mouth, sucking gently as it disappeared. Reveling in the sensation of her bobbing up and down on my member, I felt her playing with my nut sac.