Math Teacher in School

“Do you want to go to the bench, Jeffrey?” Ms. Bordon asked sternly. “No” I muttered. The bench, or rather “Da bench” as she actually pronounced it, was the bench in front of the principal’s office. It was where Ms. Bordon sent kids who were acting up to sit while they called parents and generally humiliated them. I wasn’t a bad kid, I just liked to joke around and since I was good at math, I could afford to talk a lot and still keep up. Ms. Bordon actually liked me, but she still had to threaten with da bench every once in a while to keep me in line. I’d never actually gone to da bench, I wasn’t that bad. I had just been talking with the girl, Meredith, next to me. At 15, I was a pro at masturbating and ready to move on to the real thing. I had been chatting girls up incessantly, trying to figure out how to get one naked. Honestly, I don’t know how other kids did or do this; I lived at home with my parents and my mom was always there. I didn’t have a car yet. On and on, the obstacles seemed insurmountable. I was sure, however that it all began with the girl.

For that reason, it was only five minutes later that Ms. Bordon was again threatening me with da bench and the other kids were snickering. I smiled at Meredith and tried my damndest to keep quiet the rest of the hour. It was tough, Meredith had the biggest boobs in our grade and it was all I could do not to reach out and grab them. She seemed to like me ok and I couldn’t wait until next class when I could try again with a new teacher getting mad at me. When the bell finally rang, I was ready to follow Meredith out of class, staring at her little round ass all the way, when Ms. Bordon called me back. Ugh!

Ms. Bordon started in telling me how a lot of the other kids didn’t catch on as well as me and needed to be able to concentrate. She understood that I was smart and just getting interested in girls………I caught bits and pieces as I stared at her deep black cleavage. I guess I would describe Ms. Bordon as a handsome woman? She was thick, to use a kindly word and a dark like a Hershey bar. She had curves in all the right places. At 5’7″ we were about the same height but she had to out weigh me by 50 pounds. Her tits were huge, they put Meredith to shame and she always had a good six or more inches of cleavage hanging out of the top of her shirt. She would wear white button up shirts and black skirts most days. She had a nice big round ass and her legs were shapely. On top of all this, she had luscious big lips and always wore bright red lipstick. I can only describe her hair as “Oprah like”. I had fantasized about Ms. Bordon on more than one occasion, pretty much like all of my female teachers.

“Jeffrey!” I looked up and Ms. Bordon was looking stern. “I don’t think you’re listening Jeffrey, I need you to come back after school so we can figure out what to do with you.” I groaned “I don’t want to have to send you to da bench Jeffrey.” she finished. Disappointed at my luck, I shuffled on to my next class where I told Meredith what had happened. “Too bad,” she cooed “My parents are both working and I was hoping you could come over and help me with my math since you’re so good at it.” The implications were staggering and I groaned yet again and my bad luck. Talk about a crappy day.

At three, I went to Ms. Bordon’s room as instructed, full of resentment. Ms. Bordon was bent over her giant purse on the floor and didn’t see me come in. I stared at her big ass and the outline of her big grandma underwear through the fabric of her skirt. Her legs were parted slightly and I could see the top of her nylons where her skirt rode up. Nice. I coughed uncertainly and Ms. Bordon stood up and turned around. “Oh, Jeffrey, you startled me. Why don’t you close the door so you don’t have any more distractions while I try to talk some sense into you?” I did as she said and as an afterthought, Ms. Bordon kind of jokingly suggested I should lock it as insurance that she would have my undivided attention. So I did as she asked.

Ms. Bordon was applying a new layer of lipstick, apparently that’s what she had been fishing out of her bag when I came in. I stared at her big red lips and imagined them wrapped around my cock. “Why don’t you sit down Jeffrey.” Ms. Bordon suggested. I sat at a desk in the front row and she proceeded to walk back and forth in front of me while she restated her schpiel from earlier.