Balling the Gym Teacher

I loved going to gym class. I didn’t really care about sports too much but I loved to look at Ms. MIller. I don’t know if any of the other kids liked her but I thought she was hot. I guessed her to be around 40 and at 5’2″ and maybe 135 pounds, she was a fit, sexy little number, just right for a guy my size. She had short blond hair and a wonderful round ass. She’d always wear sweat pants and a t-shirt or a tight sweat shirt in the winter. My mouth would water as she walked back and forth in front of us calling role. Her sweat pants would cling to her body as her sexy ass cheeks bunched up with each step and they’d ride up into her crotch in the front and I’d go dizzy thinking about what her pussy might be like. Her tops always strained against what appeared to be a nice set of tits. My nights were filled with masturbatory fantasies of Ms. Miller from 9th grade on.

I was a real suck up too. I got teased about it a little but I didn’t care. Whenever Ms. Miller needed a volunteer, my hand was up. She seemed to like me and I basked in her smiles and compliments. Gym was only mandatory for 9th and 10th grade but I elected to continue my physical education the last two years as well. Ms. Miller was the only p.e. teacher in our school. By the last two years, I was kind of like her assistant. It sort of just happened, instead of asking for volunteers, she would just ask me to get the equipment or take role or anything else she needed done. I got a fair amount of teasing. Kids called me suck up and brown noser, but I didn’t care. I would usually clean up after class and eventually was given the responsibility of cleaning towels and garbage out of the locker rooms. It wasn’t that I relished the idea of digging through a bunch of guys dirty towels and garbage, I felt like Ms. Miller treated me like an equal rather than a kid and I was desperate to feel like a man in her eyes. Also, once in a while, I would find a pair of panties in the girls locker room. I could still appreciate the girls my own age and I would jerk off furiously into some unnamed pair of cotton panties, as I imagined which of the hottest girls in school they might belong to. It was on one of these occassions that my relationship with Ms. Miller changed.

I was cleaning out the girls locker room on after noon. I always saved this for last since I derived a perverse sense of pleasure from it. As usual, I was hoping to find something I could sniff or feel to fuel my eager imagination. Ms. Miller was always doing her planning or whatever else teachers do and school was out so I usually felt relatively safe. To my delight, I found a pair of red satin panties almost immediately. In fact, I found them right in the spot I usually selected for masturbating. Toward the back of the locker room, next to the showers, it was the midway point between the only two entrances. I believed I could make myself decent before anyone saw me if they came in on me. Anyway, while this seemed somewhat coincidental, I didn’t really think about it. I just dove for the panties and held them up for a look. They were a little bigger than any of the other panties I had found. Except of course that one huge pair a year before that I was sure belonged to Martha Flampton, the biggest girl in school. Shamefully, I’ll admit to you, I enjoyed those big panties as much as any others.

Back to the red panties….. I studied them over carefully, searching for any clue as to who they might belong to. Damned sexy, I couldn’t think of any girls that size that would wear such sexy panties. You never know of course, but the only girls I thought might wear such things were the perfect skinny ones, and none of them had an ass like this. I pulled them to my nose and sniffed. No doubt about it, I could smell pussy. Sometimes, I’m sure, I was just imagining some smell or other but these were soaked. As I pulled them away from my nose, I realized how soaked. My nose was damp. I ran a finger along the inside crotch of the panties and felt the dampness. With this, I felt the first stirring in my pants. I pulled them again to my nose so I could smell the crotch and got another wiff. Somewhat fishy, mild, with the smell of lavender and a muskiness. It was wonderful. I sat on the bench and began loosing my belt as I imagined the kind of ass these panties might have covered. I couldn’t think of a single girl they might belong to so I imagined Ms. Miller. Indeed, I realized, they would probably fit her perfectly. This really got me going.

I pulled my cock out and ran the satin across it as I stared into the empty shower. I imagined Ms. Miller there, cleaning herself up after a long day at school. I slid the satin up and down along my shaft as I thought of her soaping up her beautiful round ass and legs. At 18, it didn’t take long before I was filling those panties with gobs and gobs of thick white cum.