Fucking The Teacher

This is a story about my first teaching job at a school in England. I’d just finished teacher training in my native Australia and I’d planned to travel around the world a bit working and living in different countries before returning to Australia to settle down, marry and have children.



I was in my late 20’s at the time, and even if I say so myself the opposite sex always found me attractive and I never had trouble getting boyfriends or getting laid whenever I felt horny. I worked out in the gym religiously 4 or 5 times a week, and I had a slim, athletic figure, nicely proportioned breasts and a firm ass.



My first job in England, was in an all-boys college teaching history to young men in the 17 and 18 year age group before they went off to university. The first few weeks and months were a trying time, as I said before I never had any trouble attracting the opposite sex and even though I made an effort not to dress too sexy at school, most of the students were full of teen hormones and quite plainly enjoyed trying to get a sneaky look either down my top or up my skirt whenever they could when I was sat down! I sometimes used to tease them by crossing or un-crossing my legs, never showing them more than a glimpse of thigh and of course I enjoyed the attention… which girl wouldn’t?



Anyway, the first few weeks passed by and before I knew it I’d been there 4 months. The only sad thing was that I’d split with my boyfriend, who’d decided to return to Australia. I went into work one ordinary Thursday morning feeling quite horny not having had any action for a couple of weeks, even my favourite vibrator hadn’t managed to do the trick the previous evening. Also angry and sad at my relationship break up, I was on the hunt for some revenge action.



Just before lunchtime, I was teaching the usual class and one of the older students Jem who would have been 17 or 18 was being a pain in the ass being noisy and disruptive. I moved him to the front of the class hoping that’d stop the disruption. It worked for a bit, and then he dropped his pencil on the floor. As he bent down to pick it up, I noticed the little fucker looking up my skirt! I clamped my legs closed indignantly, and shouted at him that he was to return after his last class of the day for an hour, a standard punishment when students mis-behaved.



As I said, I was feeling a little bit horny anyway and I was almost ashamed when my pussy gave a little twitch. I found myself looking at him, he was a good looking guy I must admit. Slender and athletic, he must’ve worked out and played sport. I began to actually get a little bit turned on at the thought of him, and the feeling wouldn’t leave me for the rest of the day.