Sue’s Woodshop

Sue looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t super happy with her look but she felt that she fit the part of a high school shop teacher. She towered over most of the students being six foot tall, and with her build she looked like she could dominate a rugby pitch. Her flannel shirt and overalls hid her saggy Es, and with her hair up she almost looked like a man. She splashed some water in her face and dried off.

She knew she had a couple of minutes before the next period so she took her time. As she entered the woodshop she tried to remember the last time her husband had fucked her. Sue chuckled as she remembered that it was after their fourth of July party and she was so drunk she’d barely felt a thing. Her smile turned to a frown as she realized that July was three months ago. It’d been three months since her husband had fucked her.

As the door behind her opened she buried her thoughts and put on a smile. Students filtered in and Sue got ready to go through her safety checklist. She always liked this period since her daughter who was a senior this year was in it. She’d turned eighteen earlier in the year and was the perfect combination of both her parent’s features. Mira was tall but not like Sue, and more slenderly built. Sue wished she was as beautiful as Mira. Her fondness of her daughter didn’t stop her from immediately calling her out. “Mira, are those shorts appropriate for the woodshop? Also, your hair is down.” Mira blushed and looked sheepishly towards her friend who was also in shorts. Sue kept the pressure up, “Sammy, you too. Both of you get changed and come back.”

Mira and Sammy left and Sue continued with her lesson. After walking through the safety checklist with the rest of the students she let them get to work on their various projects. She barely noticed her daughter returning. Sue and her family had moved to this little town over the summer and the shop still didn’t quite feel like her own. When she had interviewed for the job she was informed that the woodshop had been closed since their last instructor had a nervous breakdown. Something about him making overly sexualized carvings and pretending he didn’t remember doing it.

Sue recognized that the creep had a great eye for wood though. There was a pile of his half-finished projects and scrap wood in the back. All the weird ones had been tossed ages ago but there was one that Sue had looked at a few times but hadn’t felt the need to pull out. Remembering it now she decided to pull it out and try to see what he’d been up to. The piece was just a three foot long section of applewood that he’d been turning on the lathe. The entire piece had been stripped and it stood at 5 inches in diameter. Sue picked it up from the pile and turned it over in her hands. The grain was beautiful but she could only imagine what the old teacher had planned for it.

The wood felt oddly cool and Sue’s skin began tickling from her hands down to her core. She was short of breath and it wasn’t until she heard the bell that she snapped back into reality. Sue set the wood on her desk and dismissed the class.

Once the room was clear Sue got to cleaning. She knew the next two periods were free and so she absent mindedly locked the shop doors. It wasn’t until she was back at the desk that she realized how odd that was for her. She’d only ever locked the doors at the end of the day. As she pondered on why she would have locked up she affixed the wood cylinder into the lathe. Again Sue was a little startled with her actions. She had no intention of creating anything today but as she picked up a chisel she let her hands do their thing as she thought about when she lost her virginity. That quickly changed to her wondering how her daughter had lost hers. In fact she wasn’t even sure if Mira had lost her virginity. Sammy had to have, Sue knew she came from a conservative family but someone that cute and perky must have gotten fucked by the time she was eighteen.

The bell rang, jolting Sue back. She looked at the piece on the lathe and was surprised with how much she had done. The smooth cylinder had been crafted into a different rough shape. Sue couldn’t quite tell what it’d be, but the first foot and a half maintained almost the full diameter on one side, tapered down to three inches, and maintained this till the halfway point. At the midpoint the rod came back out to four inches and continued like that till it came to 5 inches for the last bit. Sue removed the rod from the lathe and returned to her desk.

Sue’s mind went back to Mira and Sammy. She leaned back in her chair and thought how soft and fresh their little pussy’s must be. She was startled by the fact she was grinding her crotch against the rod. She didn’t stop but she wondered why the image of those two young things were getting her so hot. The rod felt cold to her hands but she could feel warmth from the rob going through her overalls. It was almost an electric feeling. Sue imagined what Mira’s sounded like when she orgasms and began losing control. As the waves of pleasure hit her she blacked out. The bell rang and Sue snapped back into reality. She tucked the rod under her desk and rushed to the door to unlock it. The rest of the day was more or less normal.

Sue didn’t touch the rod again until the following Wednesday. She’d thought about it nonstop for two days, but had been avoiding it. She was disgusted when she’d realized what had gotten her off, the thought of masturbating to her daughter sickened her. It had been an amazing orgasm though, easily the best she could remember.

The shop was prepared for class and Sue dreaded seeing Mira and Sammy together again. Luckily they were both prepared this time and Sue didn’t have to call them out. Class started as usual but Sue kept on being drawn to Mira or Sammy. Sammy in particular today was looking extra cute. Her blonde hair was up in a bun and her t-shirt was skin tight. Sue wondered what it’d be like to have small little tits like that. Sammy had what looked like a sports bra under her shirt but she didn’t need anything really to cover up the little A cups. As Sue stood behind her she could almost sense the innocence in her. It was almost like Sammy had never had a lurid thought in her life.

Mira on the other hand had a different feel to her. It was angst mixed with lack of confidence. Sue could tell she had nasty thoughts, that given the right opportunity or the right nudges Mira could be a little slut. Sue could tell though that like Sammy, Mira was a virgin.

Sue was relieved when the class ended and she was alone in the woodshop again. She immediately locked the door and grabbed the rod from under her desk. She had planned on throwing it away, but instead she set the rod upright in a vice and took out a fine chisel. As she focused on what those two young girls were like her hands got to work. As the bell rang, she rotated the rod and worked on the other side. Somehow her body knew the next class was starting soon and she removed the piece from the vice.

She was impressed with her work. Never in her life had Sue crafted such a detailed and unique piece.